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bundleofstyx · 1 year
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i am completely certain this has been done a million times before but i do not care
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librawritesstuff · 1 month
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“Shall we say…”
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nametakensff · 3 months
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Please keep recommending serotica fics, I feel like the summaries don’t do them justice
Hey there! I absolutely can make a little list of all my fav fics from the different sections of the website - I probably have some time this weekend to do so 👍
(As long as everyone can understand that obviously they're just the ones in my taste and a lot of them lean towards exhibitionism/voyeurism and public sex/orgasm lol)
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age-of-moonknight · 9 months
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“Danse Macabre,” Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #25.
Writer: Jed MacKay; Pencilers and Inkers: Alessandro Cappuccio, Alessandro Vitti, and Partha Pratim; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit
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thegreatyin · 7 months
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i backed out of mr eaten for now btw. not because i don't wanna do it i just don't wanna deal with the watchful stat loss
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chitaayakuqing · 1 year
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Perhaps an unpopular opinion but I'm right: Astrid genderbent would be a terrifying love interest.
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Corruption Kink!Felix Part 2
taglist: @drhsthl​
(I wasn’t expecting much on part 1, but at least 15 people requested?! Here you go sweethearts, I hope it’s to your liking)
It had been three months.
Felix had kissed you for the first time three months ago, holding gently onto your waist as you lay underneath him. A short kiss compared to what he was craving, but a far safer choice when he looked at it as a stepping stone. 
He kissed you like that for three months.
No teeth, no tongue, and pulling away far before the two of you ran out of air. He played the part of the caring boyfriend well, partially because that’s what he was. He knew this was all new to you and wanted to ease you into things.
...but he also wanted to hear you ask for more.
Every time his hands itched to caress more of your body, every time his mouth watered at the thought of sucking marks onto the pristine canvas of your neck, he held back.
But he only held back because he knew that’s what you were doing too. He could hear the whine you tried to stifle when his kisses stayed chaste, the hitch in your breath when he trailed his mouth across your cheek even when all he did was stay there. He could feel the way your hips squirmed and tensed from the effort not to grind down on him whenever you sat on his lap.
It was the sweetest torture, waiting for you. You were such a good girl, putting all your trust in him to decide when it was best for the two of you to get more intimate. He supposed he could throw you a little bone, change his plan a little bit to get you both what you needed faster. 
“Oh, sorry.”
The words were whispered an instant away from your lips, his deep baritone easy and his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. Movie night on his bed had been put on hold for one of your oh-so innocent “make-out” sessions, your figure lain out on the plush mattress as he kneeled above you, a knee between yours with one arm above your head for keeping himself stable and the other resting feather-light along your jawbone.  His apology was for an incredibly calculated slip-up he’d made: just about the time he’d normally pull away, he’d instead swiped his tongue along your bottom lip.
“No, it’s okay.”
Your answer was more breathed than said, a shy, delicate sound that wouldn’t have reached him if he was any farther away. Your eyes kept straying from his, flickering back to his mouth as if you didn’t know he had a tongue up until this moment. It took everything in him not to eat you whole when your own tongue subconsciously slipped from your lips to wet them, your mouth remaining slightly open as the sweet scent of your breath washed over him. The smile he flashed you then was angelic, a glowing beam that nearly hid the sin in the question he posed next.
“Okay? How okay is okay?”
You gulped, his favorite habit of yours. You always did it when you were frightened. It was the best when it was because of him. It meant you were about to do something that scared you. 
“Okay is.....do it again Felix, please.”
You kissed him, insistent and urgent and needy. But not, he nearly groaned to notice, with tongue. He stayed still a moment, watching with rapt attention as you clung to him and crushed your form against his as best you could without being obscene. It was the little mutters of “please” that you started letting out between pecks that finally made him crack.
His grip on your face was suddenly demanding, his weight dropping down onto yours and holding you in place in a way that didn’t crush you, but didn’t allow you room to escape. His tongue was tangling deeply with yours, rubbing and teasing and exploring what he’d been denying himself. Both of you let out primal moans, your open mouths doing nothing to stop the guttural sounds of pleasure. It was your first french kiss but the way your eyes rolled back as he sucked on your tongue made you look as wanton as any porn star. He finally released you, your head dropping back onto the pillow as the two of you gasped for air. He could tell you were lightheaded, your eyes shifting in and out of focus. He sucked in a particularly harsh breath when he noticed the line of your combined drool glistening from your shining bottom lip to your chin. You were completely debauched, just from your first taste of a saucy kiss.
He gazed at it in a trance and decided he’d gamble one step further. The knee that rested between yours slowly rose up to press against your heat, hidden by thin pajama shorts. His whole body shuddered, his eyes slamming shut and his breath coming out hard through his nose as he focused all of his self control on not taking you then and there.
Your wetness had soaked through your shorts.
(Okay I lied part two isn’t smut but guess what that means~ Part 3 is already in the works darlings! I wanted to see how everyone felt about this new format, because this fic is turning out to be loooong, I promise. In the meantime, feel free to request blurbs from me! I’ll even take requests for this version of Felix, if you’re truly so insatiable)
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heyclickadee · 5 months
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*whispers* I liked the twist of Webby turning out to be Scrooge’s grown-in-a-tube-by-the-bad-guys-clone-daughter in the new DuckTales, actually.
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ruegracieuse · 1 year
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there’s a section of mainstream culture that’s really accepting and platforming very trad ideas and beliefs lately. I keep seeing news articles quote people talking about their or their wife’s/girlfriend’s/whatever woman’s ‘feminine energy’ (this specific phrase seems really popular) and it’s always used as like. a reason why a woman can’t/shouldn’t work and should instead be financially dependent on a man in return for ‘taking care’ of him and confirming to very traditional gendered practices of beauty, dress and demeanour. or else it’s related to a cis woman’s fertility. It’s so gross and disturbing and it might just be me but it seems like it’s being tacitly accepted more and more?
Above all it feels very reactionary to me, like a deeply conservative cultural pushback against the growing visibility of transgender people and broader knowledge of the idea that gender is not rigid in anyone, but very fluid. It’s also probably a smaller part of the broader reaction against the sexual harassment/violence awareness movement of the late 2010s.
Anyway. I know things like ‘feminine energy’ and whatever else have mystical or other alt religious origins but they’re obviously not being used in that context lol. And I find it all gross anyway, because it’s all about putting certain people in a gilt cage so long as they give all they have to someone else, and reacting violently against people who don’t identify with the ‘energy’ that has been ascribed to them.
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virtues-end · 2 years
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Hi Crimsis! So incredibly excited for the rewrite, hope you are doing well 💚 I wanted to ask something about the helvling/keeper bond if that's okay? I remember you telling us that Shea can feel the mcs location/proximity through the bond, are there any other things that they might sense through it? 👀
Thank you, hope you're doing well too! <3
Indeed, the helvling's location is not the only thing sensed through the Bond. :))
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swordpen · 1 year
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I can't believe I started watching the lesbian divorce dragon show only to get suckered in by the toxic chivalry courtly love brutally violent but forever restrained devotion of Ser Criston Cole. This has been the definitive battle between my gayness and my soft spot for fucked-up knights, and the winner is humbling.
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uchihaprodigy · 2 years
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@sharkfinx
Oh I see I see, another thing that I can't huh? Oi oi, Itachi-san. What more you're going to say no to me? huuh??
“Are you finding it difficult to accept my decisions of late? Which ones in particular have been grating on your nerves?”
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totally not a spoiler
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this is no spoiler
what are you talking about
huh
why does it say spoiler
...shut the frickballs up
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ghostmaggie · 2 years
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me: ok i want to keep the nace fic momentum up and post something else soon. what ideas do we have for a simple oneshot or otherwise reasonably short fic?
my brain: um. how about this complete season one rewrite? would that work?
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ratsandfashion · 3 months
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Nice things about my mom since I feel I only post when there's something bad happening: We had a fun little laugh just now about, despite being an atheist since I was like 11, I seem to have retained ALL the Catholic virtues (charity, celibacy, the candles and icons of the Virgin Mary literally just across the room from me as I type, etc.) Admittedly the celibacy is just due to "autistic and hates being touched + can't find a hot butch that likes me back" lol
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roseofthewind · 3 months
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My seasonal depression is compounding with some other shit happening and I literally don't know how I've been functioning at work and at life the last two weeks when almost every second that I'm not distracted by something else my brain is there going 'I want to die' and I have to be like 'No we don't! No we don't and here's why! Shut the fuck up!'
like no need to be concerned friends I am at 0 risk of actually doing anything to myself but I am completely and utterly exhausted and losing my fucking mind
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