#that i didn't have fully fleshed out ideas for

[juleswritesstuff]

Saw a post that said "James' thighs are meant to be ridden" and, well...enjoy 🤭

JamesPotter x Reader

Warnings: smut

It was honestly so unfair.

They were there at anyone’s display, exposed, and under everyone’s eyes. Something that you would've liked to keep only for you, but you knew it would've been rather impossible.

And it was so fucking unfair. 

James' thighs were to die for.

They were plump and firm, muscle flexing with every movement as he ran on the pitch screaming orders to pass the Quaffle or informing his team mates on other strategies that might’ve been useful during the game. Inches and inches of soft, smooth and tanned skin that made your mouth water and your head spin. 

What did he need all those muscles for ?

He flew on a broom for Merlin’s sake, he didn’t need all of that.

“I really don’t know what you’re on about. There are some muggle athletes that have thighs twice as big as his, why are you drooling- oh my God Y/n, stop eyefucking him right now or so Godric help me”

Well, James was your boyfriend. You had every right to eyefuck him, thank you very much.

Apparently Marlene didn’t think the same things you thought when you even as much as caught the smallest glimpse of James’ delicious looking thighs clad in a pair of shorts during Quidditch practice.

And, well, she was right. His thighs weren't enormously big, you too had seen bigger, but they were muscular nonetheless. They were firm, and sturdy and they made you feel so good when they flexed just right and the perfectly smooth skin made contact with your crotch, sending bolts of pleasure down your spine and to your core.

Because, yeah, James wasn't stupid and he definitely noticed the way you gawked at him when he wore shorts or pants that were a bit more tight-fitting than usual.

The smirk on his face became even more mischievous, pleased even, when he felt your eyes on him.

“You know you can -ah, try if you want to, right ?” he asked you once.

He was sitting on his bed, dorm room empty, Sirius, Remus and Peter nowhere to be seen. You were plopped on his lap, one leg on each side, straddling him with your hands fisting his hair lightly, just how you knew he liked it, your lips slotted in a filthy kiss.

Tongues swirling and teeth biting teasingly as you rocked back and forth right on his taint, feeling the outline of his cock through his shorts, filling more and more with each roll of your hips.

He stopped just for a second, enough time to ask the question through broken whimpers.

“Try what ?” you asked back, taking his bottom lip between your teeth to nibble lightly, swiping your tongue on it right after.

He didn't answer, apparently too lost in the gentle friction of your groin against his, but not lost enough to not be able to grab your waist gently, lifting you up like you were deadweight, and maneuvering your position until you were straddling his left thigh, rather than his waist.

As soon as you sat on it fully a moan ripped through your mouth.

Oh, that felt delicious.

The firm flesh and tight, flexed muscles making contact with your core made your eyes roll.

You still had your underwear on, not even able to fully undress as soon as your mouth connected with James’, but if it felt that good with fabric in the way, even though fine and now completely drenched, you couldn't even imagine how it would feel if that little piece of cloth disappeared.

Just the idea made your insides melt.

So, logically, you took your panties off as fast as you could.

And so did he with his boxers.

When your bare core made contact with the tanned skin you almost came on the spot.

You started to rock back and forth without even realizing it, shocks of pleasure traveling through your whole body.

“Fuck, baby look at you” James let out in a breath, his voice less whimpery, but still strained. His eyes were adoring and veiled with lust.

“How-oh, fuck, how did you know ?” you asked, your arms resting on his shoulders for support and your head tilted back after a particularly good flex of his muscle made you see stars, broken moans falling off your lips.

“You're as subtle as a Bludger in the face, love” he said with an airy laugh that died on his throat as soon as your knee came in contact with his cock, now rock-hard and leaking pre-cum.

You wet your lips unconsciously.

Oh, to feel that familiar weight in your mouth as your head bobbed up and down slowly, teasing him with your tongue.

Another time.

“Am I ? And here I thought I was being discreet” you said, the sarcasm in your tone broken by the little sounds of pleasure that kept rolling out of your mouth.

You couldn't help it, it felt so good.

He felt so good.

“I could feel your eyes all over me, my legs and my ass. So much about being-shit, discreet” 

“It's not my fault -ah, fuck, do that again please, you're built like a goodamn statue, Jamie”

“Oh, am I now ?” he asked teasingly, but he couldn't keep a string of low groans from escaping his throat.

“You know you are, stop acting all coy” you said in a whisper after a particular roll of your hips had hit just right, exactly where you needed it.

He pulled you closer to him and started to kiss your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck, every fucking centimeter of your body until he reached your lips and he dived in like a starved man.

“You're the one who looks majestic, baby” he whispered directly on your mouth, your lips still touching “fuck, look at you. Riding my thigh so well. Tell me, why didn't we do this sooner ? How could you deprive me of such a sight ? I know you wanted to baby” he started to stroke his cock lazily, his eyes taking in your figure as you moved sinfully.

His words made you moan again, and again.

His hands on your hips guiding you gently as you rocked back and forth slowly, trying to drag the pleasure as much as you could.

“I- it was embarrassing” you cried in a whimper when his mouth latched to one of your nipples, sucking gently, tenderly, before grazing lightly with his teeth, making you hiss.

“Didn't want to make a fool of myself, if you said no” you explained as rationally as you possibly could with the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“As if I could ever say no to you, Y/n. You know I'll do anything you ask me, baby. I would crawl on the floor right fucking now if you wanted me to” he breathed right on your skin, eyes hazy and filled with lust, but still glued to yours.

“Would you ?” you asked as your hands found place through his hair, tugging lightly, cradling dark brown locks between your fingers. Your hips were still moving relentlessly, swaying in a sultry rhythm that made your veins fill with fire.

“You know I would. I’d do anything for you” he said before kissing you again, till both your lips were red and bruised and you were in dire need of oxygen.

“Ah, fuck. Of course you would, you’re such a good boy, aren’t you ?” you said with a grin and in seconds you got to witness James’ expression crumbling, eyes wide and mouth agape as a sob fell out of his gorgeous lips.

“Holy shit, you know how that gets me, baby” he said, breathless. The grip on your hips tightened slightly.

Of course you knew. His eagerness for praises never went unnoticed by you.

“Do you know why I love to say it so much, Jamie ?” you asked as you stopped moving on his thigh only to get back to you initial position, right over his now completely filled out cock.

You took it in your hand delcatly, stroking lazily, feeling the velvety soft skin and the little veins scattered along his length.

He hissed through his teeth and looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Why ? he asked in a broken moan as you kept moving your hand up and down.

When you stopped, it was only to hover right above him, aligning his length directly at your entrance.

Then you tipped forward, lips directly on the shell of his ear.

“Beacuse when I say it you always fuck me so good that i’m barely able to think” you whispered, and after a second you were sitting fully on his cock, bottoming out head to base.

He let out a groan and threw his head back banging it to the wall, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, probably because your slick warmth was all he could think about at the moment. His head was spinning, his breath ragged and he couldn't even form a coherent word.

You rolled your eyes, feeling all of him inside of you. The tip of his cock buried so deep inside you that it caressed your cervix with every single breath he took.

“Fuck-fuck, you’re so fucking tight you’re squeezing me, love” he said once his brain started to, barely, work again. 

You took a couple more seconds to adjust and get used to the, much more than welcome, intrusion, but, not even a moment after, you started to sway your hips again.

The breath got knocked out of your lungs, your eyes rolled back so far in your skull that, if you weren’t literally fucking yourself on the best dick you had ever taken, you would’ve been concerned.

James’ hands found home on your ass, gripping so hard you were sure there would've been bruises by the next day.

A souvenir you were eager to see.

You bounced up and down mercilessly.

The coil in your belly started to grow stronger and stronger.

But your legs were tired, almost ready to give out and you let out a broken sob at the thought.

But James, wonderful, amazing, handsome, sexy James knew you like the back of his hand and he noticed.

Of course he noticed.

In a heartbeat hands were on your hips, stilling your movement. You wanted to protest. You wanted to tell him that you couldn't stop now. He’d been such a good boy letting you ride his thigh, he deserved to come.

You couldn't even utter a word before James’ hips snapped up and he was buried deep inside of you again, filling you up and leaving you breathless.

“It’s ok, baby. I got from here” he said in a whisper before he started pounding inside of you like a ficking machine.

His thrusts were hard and deep, making you see stars, planets and entire galaxies.

Your brain was foggy, clouded with lust and the sounds of your and James’s moans blended together.

“James-Jamie” you whimpered. You were close, you were so close you could feel it in your veins, the fire getting so hot, scorching even.

You just needed- 

“Come baby, you’ve been such a good girl for me” 

The coil in your tummy snapped, your brain went blank and a drowned out moan fell from your lips as your head tilted back in the most breath-taking of pleasures.

James got his release too. Thick ribbons of white painting your insides as you helped each other ride out your orgasms.

You surged forward to kiss him lazily, languidly, without a care in the world. You nibbled at his lower lip, always so plump and inviting and he let out a soft chuckle.

“Merlin, you really like sucking on my lips” he said, bumping his nose with yours in a cute gesture.

“I like to suck on a lot of things of yours” you mused with a grin. His eyes widened a bit and you could feel his cock twitch, suddenly interested again.

“Shit, baby, you can't say things like that when I'm still inside of you” he groaned in a pained voice, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“So, no round two ?” you asked, acting all innocent, but you had a smirk on your lips that he, still hiding on your collarbone, couldn't see.

He lifted his head so fast that you were afraid he would've broken his neck.

“Aren't your legs tired ?” he asked, while tucking a strand of your hair, messy and a bit matted thanks to him, behind your ear, stroking your cheeks with the pads of his fingers while he was there.

“Oh, yeah. I can't even feel them anymore thanks to you, your amazing thighs and your glorious cock” 

He laughed, tipping his head back with a smile that could outshine the sun.

Warmth spread inside your chest and the corners of your lips turned up, mirroring him.

“My ‘glorious cock’ huh ?” he said, his shoulders still shaking with laughter “is it that good ?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow with a cheeky grin.

You bent forward, kissing his lips sweetly.

“The best” you whisper right on his mouth.

“Just my dick ? Nothing else ?” he questioned, his hands on your hips as his thumbs drew imaginary circles on your skin and his eyes flicked to you with a mischievous glint.

“Ah, and your thighs of course. How could I forget ?” you said, teasing him.

You really hadn't noticed, but he kept his glasses on the whole time. That meant that he got to savor every single blissed-out roll of your eyes, bit of your lips, scrunch of your eyebrows, and mouth parted in pleasure.

It honestly made you a little giddy inside.

You laughed when a pout appeared on his beautiful features.

“You're not funny, you know ? I knew you just wanted me for my body” he said, but his little smile was teasing and it started to get bigger and bigger.

“I actually wanted you for your ‘O’ in DADA, but, sure, that works too” you said teasing further.

“What ?!” he asked, actually bewildered “really ?!”

You rolled your eyes, fondness gushing out from all your pores.

Merlin, why did he have to be so cute ?

“No, James. I love you because you're one of the best people I know. You're nice, funny, charismatic, smart -well that only sometimes- and you have the biggest heart. You're good. You're so good, baby. Your smoking hot body and you're incredible ability to fuck me stupid are just bonuses” you said as your hands cradled through his hair softly.

Then you left a kiss on his cheek, on his nose, his temple, the high part of his cheekbone, until you reached his lips where he proceeded to melt.

He wrapped his arms around you and brought you closer, seeming to forget that he was still balls deep inside of you.

You let out a small hiss as you shuddered at his little movement.

"Careful, baby. Sensitive” you said a bit breathy.

“Fuck, sorry. I'm sorry, love. Do you want me to-”

“Don't you even dare move” you told him, keeping him close to you. Arms looped around his neck as you faced him.

A confused frown settled on his forehead.

“I don't wanna go yet. I like staying like this” you confessed. Your fingers ran all over his face, tracing every nook and angle.

The corner of his eyes, his brows, his nose, cheeks. And finally his lips.

“But your legs-”

“Oh, don't worry, they’re just a bit numb. After we catch our breath a little, I want you to make them fucking shake” 

He stilled for a second, and then he was on your lips again ,hungry and even more eager than before, placing a kiss on them after every word.

“You” kiss “are” kiss “so” kiss “goddamn” kiss “perfect”.

Let's just say your ability to walk was severely compromised for a couple of days.

#marauders #marauder's era #the maraunders map #james x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter smut #harry potter #marauders smut #sirius black #regulus black #remus lupin #smut #marauders map

[missjoolee]

Chapel of Love

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The barest hint of hot, dry air ruffled against the baby hairs on the back of her neck doing little relief. Long gone were the multi-layered stage outfits, having learned she needed something more breathable underneath the stagnant tent two days ago at the start of the music festival. Instead, she wore a poofy crop top with shorts, and she could feel Luke’s eyes roaming the revealed skin of her shoulders, midriff, and legs with each song they sang together. He'd been winding her up with each set.

Her hands grip the top of the mic stand as she leans into where the mic sits, holding herself in place where normally she would be dragging it over to share with Luke in this moment. But they are halfway through the seventh and final set and his eyes weren’t the only thing she could feel looming nearby. Just outside the Loud & Local tent sat the “Chapel of Love”. And the next lyrics were too close to vows that she might do something stupid if she got too close to him. Why had they written them this way, again?

They hadn’t seen the simple archway that signified the “chapel” when they had arrived to set up, the van being parked on the other side of the tent that held the stage that they would share with four other bands over the three day festival. And when they finally had a chance to roam the festival grounds, Reggie pulling them to the food truck selling fancy milkshakes, they saw it but didn’t know what it was. Even on the information board sporting a map, it was just a tiny innocuous dot.

It had been later on a water run that Alex and she saw a small gathering of people under it, two of them sealing their love with a kiss. Apparently, you could get married at this festival.

"Huh," Alex had said, taking a drink from his bottle and then resting his arm on her shoulder. "That's a decision." "I don't know. I think it's kind of sweet," she'd responded. A snort rang out from above her head. "Of course you would say that." She'd sent an accusatory glare up at him, dropping her shoulder so his arm would fall way. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She had known exactly what he meant though. Her eyes close against the crowd in front of her and drift open to her left, knowing exactly where Luke would be.

She can feel electricity thrum through her body as she begins the call and response moment.

"I've got a spark in me."

She can see the confusion on his face, but he smiles at her as the words slide out of him with ease.

"I've got a spark in me."

She closes her eyes against the assault of love intertwining with the electricity already coursing though her. In her mind, the simple archway looms above them. This is why she was fighting her entire being from going to him. It was too soon. Too impulsive.

"And you're a part of me."

She can't escape the feelings that have been building with each performance they've done this weekend. The euphoria of performing their music with the her best friends, and the man she loves, not caring that she shut her eyes in an attempt to block it out.

"And you're a part of me."

Luke's voice right next to her sends a shiver across her shoulders, her eyes jumping open to see he'd closed the distance to share a mic with her. Not letting her run from him, not realizing she wasn't running. She was trying to reign in some very impulsive thoughts. She can see the concern in his eyes behind the determination and can't help the smile that graces her face, softer than what is normally part of her stage persona.

"Now till eternity."

His response is accompanied by the smile he normally saves for her when they are in the studio. One that Alex and Reggie unfortunately have to put up with because it side tracks things often enough. "Now till eternity."

The mental reigns she's been wrestling are completely forgotten about. She's a goner. Their voices twine together like they have thousands of times before.

"Been so long and now I'm finally free."

The rest of the set goes off without a hitch. The adrenaline and dopamine high intoxicating. She feels Reggie's arm go around her shoulders as Luke's goes around her waist and she looks at all her band-mates with pride. This weekend was amazing and did a lot to promote them, even if they were competing for attention with signed bands that have been around a whole lot longer on two other stages. They take a group bow to the crowd before they disperse like the non-existent wind.

Luke's arm tightens and he leans down to her ear to be heard. "Everything okay?" His voice is raspy and a bit lower than normal from doing seven performances in three days.

Perfect. The word rings in her head, bolstering her onto her toes next to his ear so he can hear her response.

"Marry me." Her own voice rough, lower and more sultry than she expected.

He looks surprised as he processes her words, but not like they made him uncomfortable if that same smile he saves for her lighting up his face means anything.

"Yeah. Okay."

She grabs hold of the hand on her waist, interlacing their fingers as she heads for the exit of the tent with determination. He drags behind her a bit.

"You mean right now??"

The first flicker of doubt hits her. "Yes?"

He drops her hand and scrambles to get the guitar strap over his head. "Oh hell yeah."

Her smile is so big she can feel the ache in her cheeks but she doesn't care. He wants this as bad as she does.

A voice interrupts them. "Uh Julie? Luke? Where are you going? We have to pack up our stuff so Midnight Mayhem can go on."

Reggie looks confused, his thumb pointing over his shoulder off the back of the stage. Alex's looks suspicious. Julie can feel heat soar to her cheeks as she looks up at Luke's face and sees the eager giddiness there and then back at Alex. Yeah, that tracks.

"Sorry guys. Got a little distracted. Band meeting after we get everything packed up."

She pulls Luke back over to their gear to begin packing up. Squeezing his hand before dropping it to unplug her keyboard.

He looks at her with confusion. "Band meeting?"

"We'll need witnesses."

"Riiiiiight. Nice."

#this was supposed to be for juke jeudi last week #but i don't feel like waiting for jeudi this week #also this is not the fic idea i referenced in my corn maze post #lol #I haven't written anything since Something Burning #so like forever ago #sorry if this is rough #also not edited at all #and if the ending seems abrupt #it's because if i tried to write anymore i'd be commiting myself to a much longer fic #that i didn't have fully fleshed out ideas for #which meant this wouldn't see the light of day #so sorry they don't even kiss #-_- i have failed you #juke #jukebox #jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke fic #julie molina #luke patterson #julie x luke #joolee attempts writing #tagging imene for posterity #thedeathdeelers #it's been so long i can't even remember what tags i usually use lololol

[quaranmine]

random firewatch au detail that has basically no impact on the story unless you want to psychoanalyze fw!grian even further than i did as the author, but it's very intentional that i always refer to both of mumbo's parents but only grian's mom. did i give him daddy issues? i guess so, but not in a way where i really deeply examined the implications as meaningful to the story. it was just a detail i stuck with from the beginning as a way to keep fleshing out the story's background subtly. the idea behind grian's dual citizenship was always that he was born in america to an american dad and british mom, and that his mom moved back to the UK when he was very young since she wanted to be closer to her family. perhaps his dad didn't go with them? or perhaps his dad did, and then later they split and he went back to america? whatever the cause, grian never even mentions his dad in the story, and it wasn't because i intended him to be dead (because that would have come up in a story about grief) if you get me

#i have no idea why but i normally HATE thinking about cubitos' parents in like. normal mcyt settings sjlfjslkfjs #if i'm writing a hermitcraft-setting fic i'd rather have them all just spawn into the world fully formed than dealing with their parents LO #but in a real-world au it made more sense for the characters to mention their parents occasionally #i just similarly didn't spend TOO much time worrying about it because it was not really the focus #everybody's relationships with their family is a bit less important here than their relationships with their Friends here you know? #i also think that ivi inspired this a little because somewhere early in the fic she was like hey what Made grian react to things like this? #like what experiences in his life primed him to react like This to the story events? #i was like. oh yeah. #cause i normally approach writing grian from the perspective of watcher!grian #but normally him on hermitcraft or life series AFTER he escaped them and it's more of an old trauma that informs his present actions #with firewatch au there is like....none of that pretext. there's no context that he might have had other trauma in life? #but i WAS writing him like that. out of habit. and i'm not saying he DID have prexisting trauma in firewatch au #that's very much something i haven't bothered to flesh out because it's in the zone of things where my time was better spent elsewhere #but i will say i think i only starting doing the one parent detail AFTER ivi mentioned this lmao #i mean. if the guy's got abandonment issues it probably explains a lotttt of his fear of giving up on Mumbo. just sayin' #hc_firewatch_au

[capricioussun]

I was thinking about designs and got torn on a specific trait for either Lace or Heartfell Papyrus and then my mind said "haha man what if you combined them, he'd be the most pink and heart covered skeleton in the world haha" and I have been trying to keep the thoughts at bay, but I'm growing weak to the thought of fusions between all my different guys...

#I haven't even finished the refs or commissions brain please I am BEGGING you to have mercy #weirdly enough a while back in a conversation with a friend I wondered abt if Void had started as different kinds of Papyri other than uf #but for some reason it didn't really take root until now and it's being a major pain in the ass #I already have twenty billion things to do. help. please. #wish someone could just pierce my skull and all the ideas would come out as fully fleshed out art and fics #aaand now out of nowhere my mind just said 'why only papyrus? what if you fused just all sorts of guys or swapped their origins?' and I'm #I'm going to put myself down now bye #sunny with clouds

[observethewalrus]

love the emotional whiplash i feel whenever i spend more than an hour with my parents

#this weekend had everything from arguing to laughing to screaming to crying #sad crying and angry crying #mom telling me it breaks her heart that i'm 'never happy' while once again blaming it on me caring about politics and social issues #and just other people in general #and me needing to stop myself from going on a rant about how mental illness actually works #and that i do have things that make me happy #AND THAT SHE'S THE ONE WHO SPENT MY ENTIRE LIFE TELLING ME LIFE ISNT FAIR AND LOVE ISNT REAL AND YOU'RE LUCKY IF YOU'RE NOT MISERABLE #she tells me i'm so full of anger like bitch you fly off the handle and lash out at anyone in a five mile radius at any minor inconvenience #i talk all the time about the things that make me happy but she thinks they're stupid and immature so she writes them off #she doesn't understand that if i measure happiness on some grand scale like major life changing things #then of course i'll never be happy #because i can't sit and wait around for a wife or a house or the perfect job #none of those things are guaranteed so i need to find ways to be happy with smaller things and i do #she tells me i'm not happy when ten years ago i didn't even plan to be alive this long #but i can't say she's undermining all the work i've done over the years because she has no idea i've done anything #she says people don't ever change so she measures happiness and progress by external things only #she doesn't understand how much i've changed #i can't really blame her even tho i feel like she's refusing to see something that's right in front of her #but at the same time i'm resentful that she can never see me as a fully fleshed out person #because she insists on seeing me as an extension of herself and her own unhappiness #this started as an angry post and turned into all the things i wish i could say to her but can't cuz she'll just disagree #and insist the things that are important to me don't matter and that i'm doing life all wrong #personal

[crown-ov-horns]

Ch. 2 of And the Sea became Blood will probably take it's time, I mean, more scenes than not are still pretty much skeletons.

But, we must appreciate a supportive brother. ❤ Especially after she called him Dr. Phil.

Also, I'm seriously thinking about Charlize Theron as Lucifer's faceclaim.

They'd look great together, no?

#warrior nun #warrior nun fanfiction #ava silva #sister lilith #lilith villaumbrosia #diary pages #writing journal #warrior nun fic #warrior nun fandom #wn fandom #warrior nun thoughts #warrior nun biblical au #and the sea became blood #lilith x lucifer #when I said I wouldn't tolerate the lucifer and lilith dynamic being torn apart I didn't mean I mind them both being women #seriously charlize just has that vibe #adriel always ends up having a supermodel for a mother #tbh here he has two mothers though lilith is his stepmom #i have no idea who titus or raphael's faceclaims would be or many of the others' #i always end up putting on so many tags because idk filing system also half of them get eaten for some reason #how am I supposed to navigate my own hoard of a blog when I need to find some obscure rant #writers on tumblr #writer problems #seriously this chapter isn't short i already crossed to 11 pages and only two scenes are fully fleshed out #i struggled with that interview for a while then also decided adriel and his followers have to discuss it #tbh showing his cardinals more is important because of what's planned next #most of this chapter is just... Ava and Adriel crossing paths randomly because what else am I supposed to do for buildup #they aren't going to meet in some diplomatic dinner #unless... tbh some serious event scene would be insanely great BUT later in the story when there's more estabilished tension between them #right now a moment of being civil over a drink will do ( why not Ava's just avoiding Heaven time and they're both stalking one another)

[cherry-the-hok]

Finally fucking figured out Cherry's backstory lol

#I have had her as a concept for literal YEARS #god #I don't even know how long I've been making nameless pink-haired elves for #but she has been a named OC for at least three or four years now #and I still haven't fully figured out her backstory #insanity #in my defense I got distracted with Kinara #I should just #remember how long it takes me to make an OC the next time I have an idea #anyways #I had always known I wanted her parents to be present prior to the start of the game but not after #but I just didn't know how I wanted to do that #and I sorta have a fix now #sorta #still need to further flesh it out lols #but I at least have the general concept #it's the classic 'they were murdered' #shot dead if you will #I suck at this lol #idc it's fun

[beggars-opera]

Ok, so I live in one of the more liberal areas of the country. Our governor is a lesbian and I literally did not even know until after she got elected, because it was that much of a nonissue.

Lately, I'm seeing more and more local institutions doing things for Pride. Institutions that don't necessarily have to, or do so awkwardly, but they're trying to be good allies. And, even here, I see people foaming at the mouth. This thing is ruined. Unprofessional. Political. Sexual. Boycotting, disgusted, bye.

And a part of me is like, "Why would a random store, a museum, a restaurant, do this?" Part of my mind has been so corrupted by the idea of rainbow capitalism that the thought of someone just...trying to be an imperfect ally is a cash grab.

It's not. Every bit counts, and especially as we see pushback, and see some of those corporations beginning to rethink their rainbow capitalism, the places that continue to speak up are so, so important.

I'm reminded of a rant by Illustrious Old White Man Historian Gordon Wood a few years back where he lamented how fragmented modern history is. Why do we need ANOTHER book about women, about enslaved people, about the poor? Why are we focusing on these people instead of George Mount Rushmore Washington?

And it was an interesting framing, because he insinuated that these micro histories were bad not because they existed, but because they didn't give the whole story, which in Gordon's mind was a story in which they were the side characters instead of the mains. To that end a biography of G Wash that features the bare shadow of Billy Lee in the far distance is a complete history, all that needs to be said, because one of those figures is a God Amongst Men and the other does not deserve to be fully fleshed out as a full, autonomous human being with a family and a profession and a beating heart. And a biography of William Lee, war aid, professional valet, and person closest to the first president of the United States, with the shadow of George in the background, would consequently be Bad History, because no one is saying that this man didn't exist, but his story isn't the whole story. It's backwards; he should be a footnote, and if he's not, that's bias.

But for me, as a historian, I know that the reason these microhistories exist, and are so important, is that they didn't exist before. Before someone can be truly, purposefully, tactfully inserted into the historical narrative, you need to know who they are. Not just as a name, not just as an archetype. You have to get to the point where there are so many books flooding the market about women and children and immigrants that it's no longer controversial to be talking about them, where learning about them instead of someone else is normal.

THEN you can feel good about rewriting the more general narrative. THEN you can actually have the information you need in order to put things into their proper context, to rethink the most important figure in each story, to assess what the full milieu of the time is.

And that's where we're at with Pride. We are still very much living in a time where queer people are shadow characters in the background. They are people that many will admit exist, but for god's sake, don't make them important, don't make them real, don't make them normal. And until we can shove rainbows down everyone's throats to the point where being queer is no longer seen as a thing that is Other, until we convince people that we're not going away, we will never be able to fully assimilate queerness into society.

We can't just be normal about Pride, because normal isn't loud enough to not get drowned out.

#lgbtq #pride #history #oops I had an opinion

[lovingjingyuan]

It's Just The Past You Can't Remember

Blade wants you because you look like his past lover whom he married when he was Yingxing. The same name, birthday, face, hair everything resembled his wife who died to help assist him in his crimes taking the flesh of the abundance emanator that turned him immortal. 

This will be hard to understand if you don't know the actual in-game lore how Blade actually became immortal so I'll sum it quick ***Jingliu said something along the line in the quest where they all meet up. Yingxing is a fool for taking an abundance emanator's(Shuhu) flesh to assist Dan Feng in saving Baiheng but ended up backfiring turning him into a immortal, becoming a curse for him*** Yeah that's the actual in game lore in a quest. Hopes this helps understand! I changed some parts to adjust to the story but the one I just said is the real version.

Yandere Blade x Yingxing's reincarnated wife

---♡𓌜 Bladie 𓁍

Blade laid his eyes on you through the coward. This wasn't the first time you two had met on another planet. You were in Elio's script so he always knew exactly where you are and what your every move is.

Even if he cannot remember his past fully he knew out of Five people Three must pay the price. And he pursues those very words. He remembered that Yingxing, his past self, had a wife who died in his arms.

Jing Yuan and Jingliu confirmed those very words. Pictures of their engagement kept in Jing Yuan's basement confirmed those dreams he had of his past life with you.

So now he stood waiting for the opportunity to take you. He will never let anyone take you away now. No matter how long he'll always hunt you down on every planet you go to just to pursue you.

You laid your eyes on Blade while he walked towards you pushing through the cowards of people.

Why is he here? You think to yourself as you push through the people to get yourself out of here. Fear rushed through your veins as you hurried out of here.

You ran to tell the guards on this planet that a wanted criminal from the IPC was here. A stellaron hunter. This was never your first encounter with him where he constantly harasses you with the idea you're his past lover and he's here to take you back.

You can't remember your past life! And you don't know this man at all so why is he here?! Every relationship you got in was over in a heartbeat. They all abandoned you due to fear of Blade and his sword slaying through their necks.

To Blade, you're still his wife even if you can't remember the past. Can he remember it clearly himself? No, but knows enough to put the pieces together and desire to live through those moments once again. To him; you being a new person is basically almost a win-win. He’s not his old self you’re not your past self so why not start a new beginning together? Just a refreshing start, just the two of you forever. 

You stopped in your tracks when in one swift motion an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in his embrace.

"Found you," the harshness of his voice rang in your ears. Cold blood rushed through your body. 

"You again! Why do you always do this?!"

"I'm here for one simple thing" his voice was deep and cold yet he was serious, "I came here to take back what's mine."

You plunged a knife into his abdomen. He grunted in pain but held you steadily refusing to let go. Those wounds won't hurt as much as losing you again. Even if the game and adrenaline is captivating as it is, he won’t lose you again.

"Is that the best you can do my dear?" His voice rang through your ears.

"I don't know why you're obsessing over the past! You're just a Stellaron Hunter. You should be focusing on atoning for your sins instead of this!" You used every strength in your body to push him away. It was never enough he didn't even budge.

"Why would I let you off so easily? You belong to me." His arms still gripped tightly around your waist having no intention of letting go. "You once belonged to Yingxing so you belong to me."

This made your blood boil. You held back every nerve in your body not to blow up at him calling him an imbecile and use profound language towards him.

"I don't know who Yingxing is or his wife. You don't have to hunt me down. Your wife. She's long gone dead. You know it so stop hunting me down everywhere I go!" You snapped at him, balling your hands into a fist.

He grabbed your chin tilting your chin towards his face. He blood orange iris staring into yours. You can see your reflection in his eyes. His pupils expanded. He was truly in love with the past.

Blade remains silent for what seems like a good while. His hands brushed against your waist softly holding you firmly.

"What if I want to reclaim what was once mine in the past?"

"Well, you can dig up your wife's grave then!"

His eyes harshed. His blood boiled. Even though he knew for sure you were his past lover. The dishonorable mention of his wife still angered him immensely when someone badmouthed his lover. “And you're the reason your wife died! She helped you take abundance emanator’s(Shuhu) flesh! Helping you betray the Luofu! Because of your selfishness, she died and you're immortal!"

Although you didn't fully understand his past relationships with his wife. You knew this from the books you read. How your past self had helped him betray Luofu out of love.

You know that you cannot deny that it may be true you are his past lover but a reincarnation. Yet your stubbornness prevents you from accepting the truth.

“You can't love someone from dreams and memories you don't even remember-" his hands covered your mouth preventing you from speaking any further as he immediately cut you off.

"I remember. My dreams are accurate to my past" He always told you he dreamt of his past when he was once Yingxing.

He continued, "You are her!" His words are swift and furious. He always reminded you that you have the exact same name, face, and birthday as his past wife.

"My last dream was you and me on bed during our wedding night." Blade always told you of his dream every time you've met. "You told me that you will always love and stay with me no matter the situation."

So that he dragged you away without your consent keeping you trapped with him forever. You'll live your life with him. And once this life of yours dies out he'll go on his hunt for your next life.

Maybe he'll give you the flesh of an abundance emanator to become immortal like he once did so he can keep this fairytale he longed for forever.

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr #yandere blade #yandere blade x reader #blade x reader #hsr blade #x reader #yingxing #high cloud quintet #yingxing x reader

[infamous-if]

To Gender Select, or to Not Gender Select

So as everyone knows, I'm using the opportunity for this rewrite to really step back and look at what I have so far. I have just subscribed to the whole "follow my gut" thing and for the last two months or so, my gut has been telling me something.

For context, I created Orion (and I have mentioned this a couple times when I first opened this blog) that he came to me fully formed. While other ROs were more of a puzzle that appeared more and more fleshed out with every detailed I added, Orion was like a jenga block tower that grew more and more unsteady every time I changed a detail about him. He just came to me exactly as he was and I didn't really think beyond that. For example, with G, pieces of both Gina and Griffin came to me at the same time and G isn't G without both versions. With Orion he was just...Orion.

But lately—and this was not without many suggestions asking for it!—I've been playing around with the idea of a female version of his character.

One of my biggest things was to make sure that this wasn't a matter of just changing a variable. When it comes to my gender selectable ROs, I want to make sure I'm including the subtleties and nuances that come with being a man/woman in the public eye, especially for O. Their route is heavily centered around the idea of professionalism and...other things I can't mention and I think it'd be super interesting to add another component of being a woman, not only typically stern and taciturn but in a dominant position in music mostly taken up by men. Which is why, in the rewrite, there will be lines that are unique to Orion and unique to her. Reactions that are different, conversations that change. People who continue to romance Orion will prob not see a difference.

Not only does it separate them as two different people, it creates some distance from Orion, who is an established and beloved character already. I want his female counterpart to stand on her own as her own character.

Just because they have the same route does not mean they are the same person. I've always said that about my gender selectable characters.

This was not a spur of the moment decision. I was thinking about this for a while. I just needed to make sure every piece of Orion's route would make sense for her, and I do believe it does.

I've also been told many times how many people like Orion's route and the whole "manager-client" trope but are unable to play it as they are not attracted to men. I think this would be a nice addition and a way to make it more inclusive/give more people more routes to play!

The things I have written for Orion will probably stay the same since they've been written. Everything after the rewrite will have both options to select from.

So meet Oriana Quinn. With a short black bob usually greased back and a perfectly pressed suit, Oriana is as intimidating as she is determined. Yes, she's just as tall and muscular as her male counterpart and as obsessed with the gym as he. Her route with Cory will be different in its nature (since Cory is straight) but...guess we'll see!

fun fact: The beauty of Oriana being the name is that coincidentally, it also has to do with the sky. One of my requirements for finding a name like Orion's was that it was sky themed since it does come up. It almost seems like fate! haha

TLDR: Orion will be gender selectable. If you have plans to romance Orion and Orion alone, this will make no difference to you. For those who were hoping for this, I hope this news makes Infamous a bit more enjoyable for you! <3

#update #rewrite #rewrite update #o quinn

[novulen]

⋆ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 — K.N.

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : you ‘successfully’ manage to keep your husband from going to work.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ & ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : smut (mdni!!) nsfw, creampie, mean!nanami, multiple orgasms, mentions passing out, reader lowk has attachment issues but same , and a brief mention of ‘staying in ur place’ but u can’t blame me😞. (also kinda proofread but not)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : ~1.3k

Looking back at it now, you’ve never been good at letting people go. You could even state that the idea seemed nearly foreign in a strange way–it felt wrong not to desire people or their presence. 

However, that realization didn’t come to you until you were in highschool, a freshman, still craving your middle school friendships. You yearned, day in and day out, reminiscing on the past and, in turn, sullying the present. 

And, it was only fair for not only your mind to be attached to a person, but your body also. Want tethered you to friends, lovers and family. 

Perhaps it was your attachment issues, or the lack of friends you'd had growing up, but it had managed to stick with you until now. 

The fear and burden of losing your lover plagued your mind even as you slept, and accordingly, your limbs wrapped around his torso protectively. Nanami could have protested, removed your body atop of his effortlessly, tossed you to the side even, but he didn't. It brought a certain softness to his heart seeing the extent of your love go beyond consciousness itself. 

Although, as much as he wanted–desperately so–to stay in your arms until noon, time was running thin. He had work in about an hour, and he had to be on the road by 40. 

“Sweetheart?” Nanami whispered, hands smoothly running up and down the expanse of your back as a means to wake you. Deep inside he didn’t want you to wake up; at least then he’d have an excuse not to go to work. 

But as if reading his mind and deciding to do the opposite of what he really desired, you awoke with a small whine, and wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. 

From that position Nanami was essentially face first with you, which allowed him to see you clearly, his chest swelling passionately at the small pout that took place on your lips. 

“Ken..stay,” you had mumbled in a sleepy grumble, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. By now you both were a jumble of interlocked limbs, yet that didn’t stop you from attempting to mesh further into him–that earned you a chuckle. 

“‘M not joking, Kento. Want you to stay,” you were hoping that had got to him, knowing Nanami, he would give into your desires without so much as a second thought, though today was different. He had a meeting he needed to attend, which proved persuading him to be difficult. 

“Today’s an important day, darling. I can’t stay,” he sighed, journeying his hands up to your waist and apologetically squeezing the flesh there before he began to lift your form off him, but you retaliated and only hugged him tighter. 

“Please,” You mouthed to him, repositioning your head from his shoulder simply to gaze into his eyes pleadingly. It tugged at his heartstrings, the exhausted, begging look you gave him, although he couldn’t give in just yet. 

He wanted to understand why he should stay, although he knew why you wanted him to stay. 

You were emotionally and sexually neglected–he personally could confirm that. And he fully blamed himself for leaving such a beautiful woman in bed all by herself until afternoon, all for a job he despised, but today was simply not the day. 

He had to get to this meeting. 

Nanami was just about to protest when you began grinding on him, which effectively caught him off guard. “W-what’re you doing?” He practically rasped out, jaw clenching as he tried to resist the effect that your ministrations had on him–but he failed. Horribly so.

You whimpered at the friction rubbing against him provided, and took in a breath. “I-If you don’t wanna stay, i’ll make you.” 

Looking back at that now, you should’ve known better–known your place. 

Because, with the way Nanami’s pounding ruthlessly into your pussy, you're positive you’ll be sore days after. 

“K-ken,” you moan, almost too loud for comfort. “‘M sorry–please–” 

A particularly sharp thrust cuts off your choked-up sentence.

“Sorry?” Nanami practically laughs at the sorry excuse of an apology. How could he possibly  forgive you after you pulled off something like that? Now, he was sure to get a mouthful from his colleagues about ditching the meeting tomorrow. That thought alone makes his grip on your hips tighten.

“This little stunt you pulled won’t go unpunished, I'll have you know that.” He grunts, a hand slivering up your back to tug harshly at your hair, and even when he’s mean he’s still somehow soft, his lips planting a kiss to your temple. But, a little too late into it, you realize that that act of passion wasn't out of passion alone, it was some sort of warning, something to notify you of his upcoming actions. As if he was telling you he would no longer be soft and slow, but a contrast of rough and mean. 

“Greedy little thing,” he huffs out. “Can’t even–” Nanami cuts off his own sentence with a groan, eyes shut and head thrown back when you tighten around him. 

You know your husband, and can verify that he’s not usually vocal during intimacy. But something about today was different–as if everything wasn’t. This change of course had something to do with the simple fact that you showed him–told him yourself that you wanted him to stay with you.

Seeing you so desperate for his presence brought out a side he never knew existed within him, and paired with the half-hearted annoyance he felt after your little show, Nanami can’t help but let himself go. 

“I-I am,” you mewl, limp and you would have fallen face first if it weren’t for the vice-lip grip holding you up. “Please, I can't take it.” 

“Oh, but you can.” He hums, almost monotonically. “I’m not pulling out until you’ve had your fair share of orgasms, seeing that’s what you wanted, no?” He can’t help but smile at the little whimper that leaves your lips following the end of his sentence, but he knows; as much as you whine and beg for a break, this is what you truly want. 

And Nanami can’t deny how that makes him feel. 

Hungry, depraved, wild. 

A guttural groan fills the space as loads upon loads of his seed pill into you. He cums still thrusting into your sensitive cunt without any restraint. 

After the countless orgasms he’s given you, and the countless to come, you can tell that this one’s the most intense. 

Your body shakes as you convulse around Nanami’s thick shaft, waves of ecstasy thrumming through you, translucent cum seeping out of your battered sex onto your thighs. Breath shallow and shaky, you reach your weak arms back to try and push him away. 

You practically sob as you beg for a break, a second even, where you can catch your breath and the overwhelming fullness coursing through you can cease, but those pleas fall to deaf ears as he begins to move again. 

Four orgasms in and fucked-out of your mind, you can barely speak. 

Five and you’re on the brink of passing out. 

Nanami’s not having it though. His stamina’s unwavering and his thrusts are relentless–that is, until he’s finally satisfied on your sixth 

Any more friction feels like torture at this point, and tears almost escape your eyes once you feel Nanami pull out. You barely even have the energy to open your eyes, let alone move any part of your body, so you’re left laying on your stomach, ass up and pussy seeping with fluids. 

With an exhale, he plants a kiss to your shoulder blade, big hand smoothing over your supple skin adoringly.

 He was back to normal. 

#enphirial #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami kento #nanami x reader #kento nanami #jjk s2 #jjk season two #jjk kento #jjk nanami #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x you #nanami kento fluff #kento nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you

[ja3honey]

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟎: 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐎𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭/𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐉.𝐘𝐇 ♡

Let Me Help

【Synopsis】 : You didn't know what it meant to be on heat, let alone know you could have one since you weren't a wolf... but here you were, and Yunho was going to help you through it.

『Word count』 : 1.95k 

-> Genre: Smut. Wolf Au. Fantasy Au. Fluff.

Paring: Werewolf!Yunho x Human!Reader

[Warnings] : Swearing. Unprotective sex. Pet names. Neck kisses, hickies. Biting. Cumming inside [don’t do that unless you wan babas] Alpha kink. Knotting. Slight choking. Rough sex. Fluff stuff. Some Omegaverse stuff

Thank you, @spooo00oky, for requesting Yunho for this day. I hope you enjoy ♡♡♡

You were a human. That fell in love with a werewolf and now you’re his mate and live in a den with all his other wolf friends that are also his pack and you are the first human to be mated to one of the wolves in this pack in history. And plus you are now experiencing what they call a heat but you aren’t a wolf and none of the she-wolves or the alchemist knows what to do so you are pacing back and forth in your bathroom waiting for your lover to come home from a full moon cleanse to tell him to help you through something you’ve never been through before….

Missing anything?

“Fuck!” Your hand slipped off the basin in the bathroom, clutching your stomach. You’ve never experienced such a pain before only being able to compare period pains or when you’ve eaten bad food. But the alchemist, Yeosang had warned you since you were human the heat would be way more severe to you than a normal she-wolf. Expressing it might feel like being stabbed or disembowelled. Lovely...

You washed your face with ice-cold water multiple times to try and cool the heat rushing through you but nothing was helping. You felt like you were losing your mind and you had no idea what to do, or how to fix it. All you knew was you needed your mate and needed him now.

Maybe a shower would work? But wait... Why were you now standing under the showerhead fully clothed? When did you even turn the shower on let alone get in? Your mind was jumping, hazing. Everything was happening so quickly yet standing still at the same time. You cried, sobbing out for Yunho. Crouching down you let the cold water spray on your hunched back as you hug your knees. The headache was bad and the cramps were worse. Your body was shutting down, making you wonder if this heat could kill you if not looked after.

You couldn’t let your mind slip any further, suddenly hearing the bathroom door being slammed open. A large, beefy Yunho came rushing into the shower. He wasn't wearing a shirt, probably not caring to fully dress when he turned back into his human form. His jeans were getting soaked from the water as he bent down to grab your waist, pulling you up to stand on your feet. You wanted to fall back down but his large frame caged you, holding you tightly so you wouldn't slip. His mouth found your neck sucking on just the right spot. You knew from the little research you had done that it would of most likely been the spot where your glands had been if you were a she-wolf and it was also the spot on your neck that he would mark when you get bounded as soulmates.

He had yet to do so, worried it might affect you if he would knot you. So Instead, when he found the urge to mark you when you both were having sex in the past, he would bite the pillow next to you or the couch arm, or even his own hand. Never would he sink his fang in your sweet soft flesh. His lips kiss along your jugular making you whimper. The small bit of pleasure was sending your mind into a spin. He managed to push you against the wall, tugging at your wet clothing to get it off your shaking body. He would kiss your cheeks, then your forehead, then the corner of your mouth. He would whisper just above the sound of the shower, ‘My pretty pup,’ ‘Let me take care of you,’ ‘That’s it baby, just breath.’

He threw the wet fabric out of the shower making it land on the floor somewhere out of sight. He took this moment, to gaze upon your beautiful body. He could smell you dripping down your leg, making him groan. It was enough to feel the tightness in his jeans get worse. He wanted nothing more than to lose control and knot you like he should. But you were human. Such a fragile thing. Not like a she-wolf that could take his strength. But he had no idea that was exactly what you needed at this moment. “Yuyu please, help me. It hurts.”

The cramps were becoming worse when not his touch was soothing some of the aches in your joints. You needed him inside you, desperately. “Please, I need you inside…” Fuck… dirty talk was something you rarely did, finding it too embarrassing to do. Yunho on the other hand was born to be filthy. He loved watching you squirm by the sheer motion of his voice telling you what he wanted to do to you. How he was going to defile you.

“Yeah, pup? You need my cock inside your soaking cunt?” he wanted more from you. Picking one of your legs up so he could stand close to you, rubbing his red angry tip along your slit.

“Yes please, fuck…hmm, I need you so badly. Please Yuyu.” Your soft whines got his heart reeling, pushing inside you with little effort as your heat soaked your cunt was perfect for him to slip in. He completely bottomed out in a second making you feel so unbelievably full. The ache in your body was gone for a moment, sweet relief was granted to you. But the cramps were soon coming back making you scream “Fuck me Yunho. Please hurry.”

Who was he to deny his mate, thrusting at a slow steady pace. Your hands gripped his wet biceps as the shower head was directly pouring in between both of you. The stimulation of the running water on your clit, helped your high draw closer. Yunho picked up your other leg, smoothing your body against the wall to fuck you at a harsher angle making your head fall back to hit against the tiles.

Your lover's face buried in your neck, licking and sucking on any flesh he could get to. Everything was perfect but you needed just one more thing which Yunho seemed to know, reaching down to press his thumb on your clit making you gasp clamping down on his cock while you came hard. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. YUNHo!”

“That’s it pup, come on your mate's cock. Let me feel you come around me.” His voice growled in your ear biting at your ear lobe. He moved backwards slightly letting you wrap your arms around his neck so you could bury your face in his neck this time. You sucked on his rough skin creating your very own mark on his neck. You might not be a wolf but you certainly could still leave your mark.

“I’m coming Yuyu please!” You crashed hard, clenching around him. He kept fucking up into you, making your juices squish and squelch around his cock, dripping out onto his legs. But nothing was stopping him. He turn off the shower, needing to fuck you from a different angle.

“Hold onto the sink pup. I’m not done with you yet.” he bent you over the cold sink, making you shiver at the freezing sensation on your sensitive nipples. His cock sunk back into your quivering hole, gifting you a low grumble that ripped through Yunho’s chest. It was almost animalistic, beast-like. His like wolf was taking over. “Fuck sugar, you feel so good. So tight. My perfect pup.”

“Y-hmmm Yun…” Your hips slammed against the counter surely creating indents in your skin that would definitely bruise by the morning. His nails dug into your flesh, making crescent moon shapes while his thrusts got fast as soon approached his edge. Just a little more. Just some more and you had just had perfect timing. “Please Alpha, I need your cum inside me. Please fuck me harder. I want your knot.”

You had no idea where the name came from or why your brain was screaming at you to somehow present for him. To make him know, he could do anything to you. The name slipped off your tongue perfectly and it made his wolf howl. His hips jacked in an inhuman speed, snaking his hand around your throat he growled pooled in your ear. “Alpha hmm? You want your alpha to knot you pup? Mate you? Breed you, fill with his pups?”

Your hand banged against the mirror, smashing a crack into it but not breaking it entirely. Yunho used his hand that was on your hip to cage yours on the said mirror. Linking fingers with you as his thrusts got harder but stuttered through his unstability. “You want my mark sugar? Want to let every other wolf know you’re mine? Fuck just imagining you full and round with my pups makes me want to fuck you all night.”

“Please alpha, Make me yours.” Your cries were music to his ears. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Your his human mate, wanting to be marked, knotted and bred. God, could you get any more perfect.

“It’s okay baby when I’m done, you’ll be leaking my seed for days.” His hand got tighter on your jugular while his lips kissed along your shoulder blades before teasingly nipping at where he would mark you. Everything was so overwhelming, your cramps and all the pain you had felt were washing away being replaced with nothing by Yunho’s scent and touch.

“I’m gonna come, Alpha!” Your choked moans were breathy and short. His hand finally let go of your neck, grasping back on your hip to hold himself up. His fangs grazed your soft skin before he pierced your flesh, letting tears pool on the corners of your tears while he slowed his thrusts to empty his seed deep inside you. you came crashing down soon after. His cock growing, stretching you out, gifting you a new form of pleasure.

“That’s it Pup, deep breath.” He licked your wound, tending to it with extra care while his hand on your hip rubbed circles on your bruising skin. He lifted your left leg up, tilting it towards his body as he sat up straight, turning you around until you could wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Now facing him, he brushed your hair out of your face, littering you with kisses. You hummed, feeling slumber taking hold of you. “Come on pup. Let’s get you in bed.”

Walking with his cock still inside you was more than uncomfortable and he should have definitely not knot you on the bathroom room counter next time. But as he plopped you on the with him next to you, he helped you cuddle up to him, wrapping you in his scent. “Do you really want my pups…”

“Hmg Fuck sugar…” Yunho had to groan at the fact you didn’t call them kids but pups. Your pups. He suddenly wanted to fuck you again. Maybe when his knot dies down he will but for now, he needs you to rest. “Of course, I want our pups baby. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you.” He kissed you slowly, passionately. Your hand cupped his hand, smiling wide at his low giggles. Your legs wiggled suddenly straddling him. “Come on baby. You need to rest.”

You sat up, drawing circles with your hips. Yunho groaned gripping your waist tightly, bucking his head backwards. “I don’t need to rest. I want more….” You leaned down kissing his cheek before whispering. “Alpha….”

-♥︎

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[vvsbada]

ooo can i request how it would be like making out with the aespa members!!

yes !! of course

ꕤ making out with aespa

warnings : none really - just what the title said, headcannons, aespa ot4 (seperate) x fem!reader, could be seen as suggestive at times but it's just talking about kissing habits - depends on ur opinion idk, its lowkkkkey bad im sorry

a/n : first request, ma i have made it fr. also thank you nonnie for this particular requesttt -- also sorry if it took a while but i didn't see this in my inbox nor did i get a notification so i have no idea when this was sent :<

karina

she likes to have you sit on her lap while you two make out.

she keeps her eyes open while you two kiss... it would lowkey be weird if it were anyone else but karina makes it hot -- she just loves to look at you kissing her.

is always wanting to kiss - initiates make out sessions by kissing your neck first.

making out with her is always either super soft and fluffy with karina rubbing her nose against yours between kisses, or it's super passionate, fast and hot with her groping your flesh as she leans further and further into the kiss - there is no in between.

karina loves to suck on your tongue when you kiss

loves to watch the string of saliva connecting your lips as she pulls away

kiss her jaw during make outs ! her weakness

giselle

making out with her gets super messy - but it's because of how much she gets into it.

when she pulls away, her lips are red, wet and swollen from the intensity from her kisses - it gets intense.

she likes to wrap her arms around your neck when you make out, occasionally tugging on the back of your head.

that is also how she initiates making out, she comes up to you and wraps your arms around your neck without saying a word.

giselle will also occasionally pull away when you two are making out, just to playfully smirk at you before pulling you back in.

when she pulls away she throws her head back, wanting you to kiss her neck so in between making out

winter

her making out with you is very very very soft and quite slow

likes to have tired make outs at the end of the day when the two of you are cuddling in bed

the kisses she initiates are short and shy.. grap her by her face and pull her in to start fully passionately making out with her

shows you she wants to make out by obviously looking at your lips and then into your eyes until you get the hint

lets out whimpers and whines into your mouth as you make out with her but when it's her leaving her soft kisses -- she lets out soft sighs of content

her face gets super flushed, a bright red blush covering her cheeks whenever you two make out

ningning

the opposite of karina - prefers to be the one on your lap while making out

therefore initiates making out by just placing herself on your lap. and if you aren't sitting, she will drag and push you down to sit

purposefully makes it really loud - lots of smacks and sounds of kisses -- and when she pulls away its even louder

grips onto your waist while making out

pulls away from kissing to kiss down your neck -- loves kissing your neck

this is so so bad and short im sorry 😫

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[lokis-army-77]

At Home Book Club

Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.7k

While reading on the couch with your boyfriend you start to feel flushed, your book not helping. All you want to do is have him in your mouth.

Warning: 18 +. oral (m receving), cock warming, cum swallowing, kinda soft dom!eddie, i think that's it.

Thank you to @munson-blurbs for the book line ideas 💗

Masterlist

The plan was simple. Stay in and hang out. With the weather dropping thirty degrees overnight, it was the obvious thing to do. 

You sat next to your boyfriend, each of you cuddled up on the couch with a blanket thrown over you and a book in your hands. Eddie was reading one of Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth novels and you had your own fantasy romance that you had been deeply immersed in for most of the chilly afternoon. 

The gas heater made a low hum as it warmed the small living room of your shared apartment, but that wasn't the heat that was making you uncomfortable.

The knight’s hand smoothed over the smooth taffeta of her dress only to begin bunching it up to reveal the white, cotton, split drawers the princess wore. He had exposed the plush flesh of her thighs, places no other soul had ever seen, save for the maids who helped her dress and bathe each morning.

Your book had turned from sweet romance to raunchy in a matter of pages and the heat pooling between your legs was becoming harder and harder to ignore. Especially when Eddie was so close to you that you could smell his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke. It didn't help that you were passing a joint back and forth.

She shuddered as he kissed up her leg from ankle to quivering, needy sex. She had never felt such anticipation, such a carnal yearning.

Eddie paid you no mind as he flipped through pages of fighting and magic like they would burn his fingertips if he held onto them longer than needed. 

Now, you were distracted. The book lay in your lap, open to the same two pages from two minutes ago. You had read and read and read the same sentence over a dozen times and yet you had no clue what it was saying. All you could think about was how your thighs couldn't stop clenching and your mouth was salivating way more than normal. And as you watched Eddie out of the corner of your eye, you knew it was because you craved to have him there. To have his cock nestled between your lips and your nose pressed into that wild thatch of hair above it. 

So, with a mischievous smirk on your face, you shut your book, tabbing your place with a random receipt lying on the coffee table, and threw the blanket off your legs. 

Eddie never once looked away from his book as you slid from your seat onto the floor. 

With a deft hand, you pulled the blanket away from Eddie's lap and crawled your way between his legs. 

He looked at you then. Eyes full of questioning. 

You say nothing as greedy fingers make for the band of his sweats. He doesn't stop you, only takes another drag from the blunt and looks back at his book. 

Licking your lips, you pull his pants down along with his boxers. Eddie helps you by pushing his hips up slightly. He's soft when you pull him from the confines of his clothes but you can feel him beginning to harden in your hand. 

You eagerly scoot closer, knees pressing into the bottom of the couch. With an open mouth, you take him into you. He's warm and you hum. He always tastes so good. 

Eddie gives you a sigh and scooches his way down the cushion widening his legs.

Since he's not fully hard yet, you can fill your mouth with him more comfortably than you could if he were fully erect. Still, he's big and stretches your mouth wide. As you suck on him, pulling him out of you until the very tip of him is left then smothering him back in, he becomes stiffer. 

Your tongue laves over his cock, pressing into the veins running the length of him. Spit is collecting in your mouth as you begin to bob your head up and down. 

Eddie stubs out the blunt in the ashtray on the side table and once it leaves his fingers, they are raking through your hair. He doesn't pull, he just rests his hand in your hair, wanting to touch you. 

Flicking your eyes up you are met with the cover of his book and you huff through your nose, disappointed at not being able to see him. He stays focused on his reading, only giving you a small reaction when you either deep-throat him or suckle on his head. 

Then, when you're tired of him not giving you anything, you pull off and reach out to push his book down. 

"Yes, sweet girl?" He asks tilting his head to the side, tutting at your pouting face.

"Does it not feel good?" You ask.

Eddie chuckles. "Corse it feels good baby."

Your brows furrow. "Then why aren't you making any noise?”

His eyebrows downturn softy into that familiar, mocking look he gives you when get all small and needy for him. “Want me to moan for you, is that it? Need me to let you know how good your perfect mouth feels?” 

You nod. 

“Ah- ah, baby. Use your words.”

“Yes.” You say, breathlessly, keeping your eyes on his. 

“Then I’ll make some noise just for you, baby.”  

Smiling, you take up his cock again and lick a sloppy, wet stripe up the underside of him. Starting from his sack to the very tip before engulfing him in your mouth hungrily. 

Eddie winks at you before going back to his book, only now he isn’t as quiet. His moans had you soaking through your panties and shorts. His pants and heaving breaths made your chest ache and your nipples pebble in want. 

Closing your eyes, you bobbed your head, up and down, up and down. Spit gathered in the corners of your mouth and dripped down his length. Your fingers dug into his thighs, nails creating half-moon crescents in his milk-white skin.

On one particular deep swallow, Eddie let loose a strangled cry but he kept reading. You had taken him so far into your mouth that he was touching the very back of your throat. Your nose was smushed against his hair-covered skin and a hand reached to play with his balls. 

You wanted to distract him. Distract him like you had been. Make him feel so good he could only think about one thing: you. 

Shaking your head, you took him as far as you could, gagging on him. When his hips jutted up into you, you knew you had him.

“That’a girl.” He moans. 

You hum around him before you pop off and kiss your way to his balls. They’re heavy on your tongue, warm. You suck one into your mouth, playing with it. Then you let go of it with a pop only to go to the other. You take your time, massaging each with fingers and tongue, pulling whimpers and strangled breaths from the man above you. 

Eddie lets out a long whine and his kegs shift, feet planting firm on the carpet for stability. His fingers slid back into your hair, pushing you into him.

 You pull off him again move back up to his shaft and lick it slowly, savoring the taste of his skin. Looking up at him under heavy lids and thick lashes you say, "Want you to cum down my throat, Eddie. Wanna taste you." He lets out a deep groan as your hand works him, making wet noises as you pump him fast. He watches with wide eyes, pupils dilated, as you bring your swollen lips back to his tip before taking him into your mouth again. 

“Fuck baby, just like that.” He grunts, head thrown back and book left forgotten on the couch beside him. Both his hands are now tangled in your hair as he guides you into a steady pace. His breathing is ragged and his legs are tense on either side of you. 

From the way his moans sound so desperate, you think he might be on the edge. You take him deeper, swirling your tongue around him until you can feel his legs trembling with pleasure. Your eyes are closed in concentration and you hear him take in a sharp breath, there’s a dull pain on your scalp as he tugs on your hair. 

Eddie’s hips begin to buck erratically, taking what he needs from your warm, wet mouth. You feel his balls growing taut in your hold. Your head bobs faster, taking him in shallow until he uses his hold on you to push you down onto him. Your throat constricts around his girth and you choke in surprise. 

You breathe through your nose, his musk filling the air and sending a tingle down your spine. With a loud yelp, he loses his control, cumming down your throat in thick spurts. You savor the taste of him as he pulls away from you, cum spreading over your tastebuds. 

He releases your hair and collapses onto the couch, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high. He eyes you, and the ghost of a content smirk plays on his lips. Eddie reached his hand to cup your cheek gently, his thumb wipes at the spend collecting in the corners of your vermouth and pushes it back in. 

You suck his thumb clean and sigh, finally able to get a full breath. 

“Did so good, baby, thank you,” Eddie praises, pulling his thumb from your mouth. 

Body racked with exhaustion, Eddie moves slowly to kiss you. Plush lips meet your own in something so soft and intimate it backes your eyes water. “Get up here and let me take care of you.” 

You shake your head, wanting to stay put between his legs. He looks at you confused, wondering why you wouldn’t want him to return the favor. 

“Wanna keep you in my mouth for a bit,” you explain shyly. Your oral fixation needed it. You craved to just sit there with the weight of him on your tongue. 

“Yeah? Then who am I to say no to you sweet girl?” Eddie adjusts how he’s setting, propping his back with a pillow for more support as he lays back and watches as you take his now-spent cock back into your mouth. 

You spend almost the next hour like that. Between his legs, head resting tiredly on his thigh with his cock settled on your tongue as he goes back to reading. Never had you been more content to be exactly where you were, content to be in his presence. Content to be his.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #female reader

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

reader is Quinn’s best friend and secretly seeing Ethan but Quinn doesn’t know because ew her little brother so they sneak around and make she sneak into his room during a sleepover. Ethan is a gamer and maybe has this cool gamer room because their dad is a detective and has big money idk

Request: more boob obsessed Ethan

Warnings: 18+, no smut, boobs touching

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Tiptoeing down the hallway, you pushed open Ethan’s bedroom door and slipped inside. His colored LED lights were on, casting a vibrant glow across the dark room. Ethan was sitting in his gaming chair with his headset on, fully immersed in his game. You observed him skillfully fingering his controller's buttons, his eyes fixed on the screen with unwavering concentration. 

Quietly, you snuck behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. The initial contact startled him slightly, but he quickly eased into your embrace, a warm smile spreading across his face. 

Ehtan paused his game. ‘’Didn't hear you come in,’’ he said before pulling his headset down. You let go of him, but before you could move away Ethan reached for you and pulled you down on his lap for a kiss. ‘’How did you know I wasn’t sleeping?’’ 

‘’I could hear you gaming from Quinn’s room. You always make these grunting sounds when you make a mistake or lose,’’ you replied, leaning your forehead against his. 

‘’Not true.’’ 

You hummed, then stole a kiss. 

Seeing each other in secret sucked, but you didn’t want to deal with Quinn’s judgment for dating her little brother. She made constant comments about how gross and nerdy he was, and called him out for looking at you when you were over. Little did she know, you were looking at him too. 

Ethan let his mouth move down from your lips, sweetly kissing your cheeks, then jaw and down your neck. He’s never loved anyone this much before. 

‘’Quinn’s going to New York with friends next weekend. You could come over?’’ he suggested, one of his hands sliding up your waist and stopping at the hem of your pajama shirt. He could see your nipples poke out through the satin, which made him want to unbutton the buttons and press his face against your tits.

You pushed away a curl from Ethan’s forehead and smiled sadly, knowing you were about to disappoint him. ‘’Unfortunately, I’m part of the friends she’s going to New York with… I’m sorry, baby,’’ you apologized, stroking his cheek with your thumb as he sighed, mentally cursing his sister for ‘stealing’ his girlfriend. ‘’You could come to my place the weekend after? I’ll tell Quinn I have a big paper to write for class so she won’t bother us.’’

The idea was inviting, but something else was in the way. ‘’Richie is visiting and Dad is taking us on a fishing trip. He said we need to spend more father-son bonding time. This trip is gonna go south really fast. My dad has never gone fishing in his life,’’ Ethan explained, laughing at the disastrous weekend ahead of him.

You laughed softly, having difficulty imagining the three of them in a small fishing boat. 

‘’We’ll figure something out.’’ You sealed your promise with a kiss and slid a leg over to straddle him.

In response, Ethan's hands moved up and down your body, pawing at your sides and thighs before going under your shirt to have a feel of your boobs. He squeezed the flesh and teased your nipples, happily taking every opportunity to get a cup every time you were together. 

You didn’t mind. They were nice tits.

Neither of you meant to go further than making out tonight, but your body had a mind of its own and you rolled your hips against Ethan, eliciting a groan from him as your clothed crotch pressed against his sweatpants covered dick. 

‘’Don't start something we can’t finish,’’ he warned, the gaming chair creaking slightly as he shifted under you.

You muffled your giggle with your hand. ‘’Sorry.’’

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[whrsmym1nd]

a dead man

pairing: mcu!peter parker x stark!f!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), peter loving readers tits, making out, fingering, handjob, unprotected piv, praise

peter and you were sneaking into your father's -tony starks- lab just because he told you not to.

"come on, let's go back...it's a bad idea."

peter said, sounding stressed.

"pete, you always back out at literally everything. like what's the worst that could possibly happen" you said as you both stepped into the lab.

when you were both inside the doors you came in closed, the other exits following.

you looked at your friend which was looking scared as ever.

"i may have forgotten about the security thing... we're gonna be trapped in here for a while, pete."

"how long of a while..?"

"like, um, till dad wakes up and unlocks the doors."

he just stared at you. he looked a bit mad but there was nothing he could do so he just sat onto the floor and petted the floor asking for you to sit with him.

you softly sat next to him and put your head on his shoulder.

"im sorry, peter."

"no, it's ok. don't worry."

"since we're gonna be stuck here for a few hours we might as well get comfy cause this is gonna be a long long night." you said as you reached back and undid your bra and took it off.

"what are you doing?!" peter whisper yelled.

"we're gonna be here for hours, pete! and this bra fucking hurts."

you threw the bra on the floor then laid down and placed your head on peter's thigh and closed your eyes, trying to relax a bit.

his cheeks started to redden and his pants tightened when he saw your nipples showing through your white tank top.

you felt his thigh flex under your head and opened your eyes to see peter staring at your tits with wide eyes and a red face.

"what? you've never seen boobs or something" you joked but peter turned his head away avoiding eye contact like he was embarrassed.

"i mean, i- no. not in real life..." he let out with a huff.

you didn't know what to say. it's was ok that he never did anything intimate with someone because you haven't too but you expected him to see boobs.

"well... wanna see mine?" you asked after a long and weird silence.

"wha- really?"

"mhm... i mean if you want to it's not a big deal."

he opened his mouth to answer but then just nodded. his face was redder than ever and he looked like he was holding his breath.

you sat up and got infront of peter. your body was close to his and you could feel heat radiating from him.

you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it up. his mouth fell open and his eyes got wide. he looked like at your tits like they were the 8th miracle of the world.

he slightly raised his hand and asked

"c-can i?"

you just nodded to confirm his want.

both of his hands pressed against you. his cold hands against your warm body made you shiver and your nipples harden a bit more. he lightly squeezed the flesh of meat in his hands making you quietly moan. his touch got more intense and he toyed with both of your nipples between his index and thumb, which increased the volume of your moans.

"pete- fuck!"

"can i kiss you?" he asked, still looking hypnotized.

you answered by just smashing your lips against his.

it was unsteady and messy. your tongues danced together and your teeth clashed. you guys kissed like it was long awaited, like you were both waiting for this moment your whole life. your legs straddled his torso as you sat on his lap.

"i've waited so long for this." he confessed.

"there is nothing to stop you ,us, now."

he connected both of your lips again as he toyed with your shorts. he quietly asked for you to get rid of them which you gladly complied. you were left in just a pair of little panties and when he was fully dressed.

"it's not fair you take of your clothes too."

"oh! right, right, yeah."

he took of his shirt and the view infront of your eyes didn't disappoint. he was surprisingly toned and muscular. you ran your fingers over his abs and happy trial.

his pants followed. you could see his hard on pressed against his boxers which made your mouth water.

"you're just...wow, pete."

he chuckled and thanked you.

his hand found its place on your back and laid you onto the floor. he dipped his head down and wrapped his lips around your nipples and sucked and licked on them making you a whimpering mess. he pulled your panties to the side in the mean time and slipped one finger into your warmth. returning the favor, you caressed him through his boxers.

you both got impatient due to the teasing and got bolder. he was pumping two of his fingers into you and playing with your clit at the same time. and you were stroking his length, boxers long gone, sitting on top of the pile of clothes.

"pete...i need you."

he held you by your waist and pressed his chest against yours. his hand held the base of his thick cock and guided the tip against your opening. you lowered your body down, letting him fill you up inch by inch. when you finally fully sat down on his cock you were both panting.

you held onto his shoulders to support yourself as you started moving up and down. his hands were gripping your waist and helping you move.

he nipped and licked at your breasts at the same time making your knees buckle.

"you're doing so, fucking, good, baby. you feel like heaven...fuuuuck." he let out between moans.

"peter, i can't, i- it's too much!" you cried out.

his hand steadied you, making you stop moving.

"hold onto me, love." he simply said.

he started to move his hips up and down as soon as you wrap your arms around his neck. his pace was brutal and needy. he was gasping at the feeling of your wet pussy. one of his fingers came down on your clit and played with the little bud. your needy, throbbing clit finally getting attention made you scream loudly.

“you look so pretty on my dick, baby.”

he praised.

too lost in the moment you guys didn’t hear the footsteps coming closer. even peter, who has super sense, didn’t hear anything due to the pleasure he was receiving.

the door of the lab made a loud sound, making both of your heads turn to look at the door. when peter saw your dad and a few other teammates standing there with wide eyes. he quickly covered up your body with his.

your dad took a deep breath and said

“peter…you’re a dead man.”

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