#I can't help myself o v o“

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Julie and Sally for Welcome Grove!

( Though I might be redoing Sally's digitally later I love her but her shirt is not easy to paint lol )

Gist of the AU and Wally + Frank here!

[pastelaspirations]

So, u h.

H O W. HOW, I ASK. ALL I DO IS POST ART ONCE IN A BLUE MOON AND MAKE REALLY CURSED REBLOGS. LIKE, I'M SO VERY GLAD YOU'RE HERE, BUT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND HOW OR WHY YOU'RE HERE-

I also like. Make really angsty, ungodly long fanfics that I do absolutely nothing to promote on this dumpster fire of a blog, but that's besides the point- ANYWAY. HAVE SOME REALLY SKETCHY DOODLES THAT I DID TO THANK YA MAD LADS ;_;

Thank ya, thank ya, you absolute mad lads. I will uh... continue to do what I do. Thank you for joining the ride, even though it's less of a ride and more that I found an abandoned theme park ride and decided to ride it as a prolonged death wish and you inexplicably strapped yourself in next to me with the moldy seatbelt-

[castellla]

i like the phrase 'manic features' specifically, because features really gives a 'sick-ass touchless trashcan by simplehuman at bed bath and beyond that costs $499.99 and also cooks, cleans, and fucks your wife if you're both into that' kinda vibe.

[what-if-i-dee-eye-do]

haha can somebody come help this suicidal child bc I sure fuckin' can't

[ultravioletrayz]

Miguel x Curvy!f!reader

It’d be so cute if they’ve been besties for a while like since like the society got started but they’ve both had feelings for one another but they’re too afraid to admit them to not ruin the friendship but it gets all fluffy and cute when they found out they feel the same 🤭.

Then they have the cutest first time (together) and it’s like they were made for each other ^O^.

making this pt.3 to the 'undress' series 😚

PART 1, PART 2

Pairing: miguel o'hara x curvy!f!reader

Warnings: 18+, making out, starts a bit rushed and frantic but turns into soft n slow sex, vaginal fingering, missionary, protected p in v

Summary: after confessing your feelings, miguel rushes you into his quarters to worship your body

A/N: friends to lovers sex is so cute, especially with Miguel :(

Word Count: 2.38K

Overwhelmed by carnal need, you and Miguel come crashing into his quarters, his large, muscular frame guiding you until your back harshly collides with the wall. Your lips haven't left one another's since you left the bathroom stall, tongues circling around each other, teeth nibbling on each other's lips, drool practically overflowing from your mouths as you both revel in the taste of each other. Your hands are glued firmly to Miguel's face, keeping him bent down so that you can kiss him with all of the passion you can muster.

His hands are squeezing and caressing the flesh of your waist, as if confirming that you're real, that the girl he's been dreaming of making love to for months is no longer living within his depraved mind. Fuck, he should've done this sooner. The two of you could've been up to a tenth round by now if he had just fucked you when he walked in on you mere hours ago. But, hey, better late than never.

With a moment of hesitation, Miguel pulls away from the kiss, his tongue quickly lapping up the spit hanging onto your bottom lip before he leans back to look into your eyes, getting lost in the rich pools of affection and lust.

"Wait a second," Miguel whispers, still holding you close, not wanting his hands ever to leave your sides. "I didn't get a chance to explain myself back there. And before we do anything, I need to make sure we're on the same page."

"Before we 'do anything'? I think we've gone past that point, Mig." You tease, your hands sliding down the sides of his throat to rest on his broad shoulders.

Miguel scoffs at that, but he can't help the slight chuckle that leaves his lips. He had re-activated his suit to cover himself while the two of you stumbled into his room, but he could still feel his own cum dripping down his muscular thighs beneath the hologram, proving your point.

"Still. I need you to know that I care about you. That- That I have real feelings for you. I don't just want to fuck you and treat you like shit around the Society like... like you're some slut. I want to actually be with you. Joder… Quiero amarte, preciosa." Miguel confesses, his gaze dropping to the minuscule space left between the two of your bodies, unable to look you in the eye after being so open, so genuine, so human in front of another person, especially since that person is you.

Your face falls, the need in your eyes shifting into adoration as you tilt your head slightly, absorbing Miguel's cute confession. He's always had to make his plans known, unable to let curiosity and assumptions about his intentions linger in the air. It's a trait of his that he's always found irritating, but it's so endearing in your eyes. Especially in cases like this where you can reciprocate that purity.

"Miguel, I want the same. I... I care about you the same way. It sounds so stupid, but I feel like I've fallen for you... and I've felt like that since I first saw you. I really like you, Mig." You say softly, your hands coming back up to cup his handsome face, watching as it lights up almost instantly with a lovesick, goofy grin.

Before you can really process the significance of the feelings that have been vocalised, Miguel is scooping you up in his strong arms, carrying you to his bed with an almost adorable sense of urgency, further emphasised by the way his dick is throbbing with need beneath his suit.

His sharp red eyes are wide and puppy dog-like, his gaze worshipping your position on his bed as he undresses you almost obscenely fast, ripping through fabric, straps, and lace, unwilling to wait any longer to see every inch of you. And it's better than he ever could of imagined, better than seeing you in your underwear hours ago. Better than anything and everything.

The bed creaks with Miguel's weight as he kneels above you, knees on either side of your thighs, caging you beneath his muscular physique. His mouth immediately finds your throat, nibbling and sucking as his hands trace along every nook and cranny of your body, squeezing and stroking your soft skin. Your head falls back against the pillows, mouth open and letting out soft sighs and whimpers, one hand tangling in Miguel's brushed back waves, while the other reaches for the gizmo wrapped around his veiny forearm, pressing a few buttons that cause his spider suit to dissolve off of his sexy body, leaving his bare form pressed against yours as he leaves a trail of hickeys and spit down your shoulder.

Eventually, one of Miguel's wandering hands makes it's way down between your plush thighs, thick, long digits ghosting over your wet, needy cunt, your walls clenching around nothing due to your sheer desire for any kind of contact. Oh, how Miguel wishes he could indulge you right now. He wants to dive mouth-first into your sweet warmth and lap up the liquid fucking gold that's seeping out of you. He wants to worship you, make it obvious how desperate he's been to have you. But, Miguel is a busy man. A busy man with avid needs that need to be fulfilled.

Quickly, Miguel dips the rough pad of a single finger into your pussy, making you gasp and let out a soft little squeal, teeth biting down on your lower lip and hands irritatedly grabbing at Miguel's thick chest hair, tugging at the strands as you whine.

"Mig! You... ah-! c-can't just do that!" You manage to splutter, already breathless as Miguel gently glides another digit into you and scissors your pussy open, getting a good feel of how wet and ready you are for him. In any other scenario, he'd be prepping you and taking care of you like a true gentleman, slowly fingering you and kitten-licking your clit until you've cum three times and he's certain you can handle his dick. But he hasn't got the time, nor the patience right now.

"Lo siento, preciosa. Just need to make sure you're gonna be able to take it." Miguel chuckles, his voice a faint whisper as he puts all of his attention on your tight cunt, gently thrusting his fingers in and out of you as his sharp, scarlet eyes focus on the way your hips jolt whenever he presses against that spongy spot inside of your warmth. "You have no idea how badly I wanna taste you right now. Bet you're so sweet, just f'me. Pequeña cosa desesperada. I promise I'll eat your pussy so nice and slow next time, sweetheart. But I just need to feel you."

Your eyes glaze over at Miguel's forwardness, your walls tightening around his fingers as you whimper and mewl beneath him. You'll take anything he's willing to give you- fingers, mouth, cock. You just want Miguel. Much to your dismay, your body is filled with an overwhelming sense of emptiness when Miguel pulls his digits out of you with a slick pop! making you whine and curse under your breath, looking up at him with such need and desperation that it almost causes Miguel to let out a whiny moan of his own.

With freed hands and the drive of a yearning man, Miguel hastily reaches beside you for his tiny, shitty little nightstand, grabbing a single condom from the drawer. He fumbles slightly while unwrapping it due to his impatience and overwhelming arousal, making you giggle, earning a mean tweak to your nipple that makes your back arch and a whiny moan fall from your lips.

"It's your fault." Miguel scoffs, managing to get the condom out, quickly rolling the latex over his huge, meaty, throbbing cock. Not wasting a second more, Miguel hikes your supple legs up, spreading them and pushing your knees to either side of your chest. He lines the head of his girthy, heavy dick with your glistening folds, nudging your clit gently to keep you in the moment. Without a moment's delay, he's pushing that huge cock of his inside of you, the blunt stretch making you hiss through gritted teeth at how overwhelming this whole situation is. Your boss, your friend, splitting you open on his cock. It's like one of your wet dreams come to life.

Miguel goes as slow as he can stomach, your tight, pulsing walls memorising every contour and detail of his veiny shaft from the inside, wanting to somehow tattoo the feeling of his dick onto your flesh and feel him inside of you forever. You can see why he was apologising for not preparing you, but somehow, the mere fact that it's Miguel that's spearing you open agonisingly slow but adorably quick is putting your body at ease.

"F-Fuck, feels so good. Dios mío, se me ha antojado este coño." Miguel pants, rough hands pawing at your plush waist as his knees sink further into the mattress, his back hunched so that his arched nose and unruly strands of hair brush against your face from above. Now that he's finally got you like this, legs spread and pinned in place by the weight of his own thighs, hands gripping at his broad shoulders, warm, panting breaths hitting his face, Miguel can breathe. He can continue knowing that you're really, truly in his bed, giving him the fucking honour of making love to you. And he's not gonna disappoint his dear friend.

Slowly, gently, Miguel draws his hips back, sharp red eyes fluttering as one of his hands comes up to hold your throat, not applying any pressure but stroking his thumb across your skin soothingly. Inch by inch, he pushes his entire cock back into you, making you both moan. He does this a few more times, really stretching you out and getting the two of you accustomed to the foreign, blissful sensations.

Miguel readjusts your positions, his swole, beefy arms wrapping around you and hoisting you up slightly, pulling you into a hug before laying you back down. Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips, and you reciprocate his embrace, arms loosely slung around his shoulders.

"Mig, please." You whisper, your voice so meek and breathless as you beg for him to give you what you crave. He's trying so hard to be gentle and treat you right, not wanting to risk messing up this perfect moment. It's cute, but your patience is wearing thin while your need grows thicker and more unbearable.

Building a sensual rhythm, Miguel rolls his hips again and again, his fat dick leisurely pistoning in and out of your warm cunt. His face is now buried in your hair, his groans and hitching breaths getting lost against you as he embraces you tightly, the veins along his arms bulging each time he thrusts entirely into you. You were in no better shape, keening and sighing in ecstasy each time Miguel's chubbed tip so delicately kisses your cervix.

Miguel's thrusts become more deliberate, each movement a slow, deliberate dance of passion and need. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if he's memorising you with his touch. His fingers trace down from your throat through the valley of your breasts, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin , sending shivers down your spine. Your breath hitches as Miguel's pace quickens ever so slightly, his cock gliding in and out of you with a rhythm that's both maddening and intoxicating. The sound of your combined moans fills the room, a symphony of desire that only heightens the intensity of the moment.

"Just- Just like that," You moan, your voice barely audible, but he hears you. He always hears you. His eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of love and lust burning in his gaze. He leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. You feel dizzy, your body arching involuntarily as he hits a spot that makes your toes curl. You can feel the tension building, the pressure coiling inside you, ready to explode.

Miguel's hands move to your hips, his grip firm but gentle, guiding you as he thrusts into you with a slow, steady rhythm. Each movement is calculated, each thrust a testament to his desire to make this moment last. His breath is hot against your neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as the pleasure builds. You can feel the edge approaching, the precipice of ecstasy that you're both teetering on. Miguel's thrusts become more urgent, his hips snapping against yours with a fervour that matches your own growing need.

"Miguel, I'm close!" you gasp, your voice trembling with anticipation. He responds by tightening his grip on your hips with a wanton, desperate moan, his thrusts becoming more insistent, more desperate. His cock pulses inside you, the sensation almost too much to bear. You can feel the heat pooling in your core, the pressure building to a breaking point.

With a final, powerful thrust, Miguel buries himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he reaches his climax. His cock twitches, filling the condom with his release, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You follow soon after, your body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash over you, pussy gushing around him and soaking the sheets as you shake and squeal, panting as you come down from the sort of high you thought could only be mustered in your filthy imagination.

For a moment, there's only the sound of your combined breaths, the room filled with the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. Miguel collapses onto you, his weight a comforting presence as he nuzzles into your neck, finding solace and a grounding warmth in the feeling of your sweaty body beneath him. In the comfort of each other's arms, it doesn't take long for the two of you to fall asleep, the work that was meant to be getting done in Miguel's office long forgotten, and the promise of a future together hanging in the air like a dream come true.

this is disgustingly late. i hope it was worth the wait

[jaethaone]

Can’t Get Enough

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Black F!Reader

Word Count: 2.8 (She A Big One 😂)

Requested: I just want a fic of Roman who’s obsessed with how thick his girlfriend is, maybe she’s built kinda like Skai Jackson or even Trinity Fatu but he loves to hit and smack her ass, watch it move when they fuck, squeeze it when he walks by, I just want smut 😞

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: SMUT! Like Pure Smut .. I’m Honestly Ashamed Of Myself 🙈😂

A/n: I Honestly Wasn’t Expecting This To Be As Long But Once I Get In My Zone, It Just Be Writing😂 Hope You Guys Enjoy.

Roman couldn't keep his hands off of you. He was absolutely obsessed with your curvy figure, especially your ass. It was his favorite part of your body, a source of endless fascination and desire.

Whenever you were together, his hands were drawn to you like magnets, needing to touch, caress, and possess every inch of your soft flesh.

Almost every time you were around Roman your eyes sparkled with mischief, knowing the effect you had on him. You loved dressing up for him, choosing outfits that showcased your body, especially your generous curves. Tight dresses that hugged your hips and accentuated your waist were your signature style, driving Roman wild with desire.

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow over the room as Roman returned home. He dropped his keys on the hall table with a clatter, kicking off his shoes and padding barefoot into the living room.

Upon entering , his smile widened at the sight that greeted him. You were curled up on the sofa, long legs tucked beneath you and a book forgotten in your lap as you looked up at him, eyes sparkling with affection.

Your hair tumbled over your shoulders, contrasting beautifully with the deep V-neck of the fluffy loungewear set you were wearing, which accentuated your cleavage.

There you are," he said, crossing the room in strides and pulling you to your feet for a kiss. "God, I've missed you."

"Mmm, I've missed you too." You moaned softly as your lips met, arms wrapping around his neck.

You wore no bra, and Roman could feel your breasts pressing against his chest, your nipples hardening at his touch.

As y’all kissed, he slid his hands down your back, savoring the soft feel of your skin, and then lower, grasping a handful of your ass. You giggled, breaking away from the kiss, your eyes sparkling with what could only be lust.

"Roman!" You chided playfully, swatting his hands away. "Behave yourself. I was just about to make some dinner."

"Oh, let me help with that," he said, his eyes never leaving your body as you started to walk past him towards the kitchen. He admired the way your hips swayed beneath your knitted shorts, the fabric hugging every curve.

"You know I love to watch you cook," he added, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he followed you into the kitchen, pressing up against you from behind as you opened the fridge.

"Is that so?" You asked, a smile in your voice. "And here I thought you just liked to eat."

"Oh, I do," he said, nipping at your ear, his hands sliding up your stomach to cup your breasts. "I love to feast on every inch of you."

You gasped, breath catching in your throat as his thumbs brushed over your already sensitive nipples.

"Roman, we have food to make," you protested weakly, even as you leaned back against him, your head falling back to give him better access to your neck.

"Mmm, you taste as sweet as ever," he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down your throat as his hands continued their exploration.

One hand slipped lower, sliding between your legs, his fingers teasing at the damp fabric of your panties.

"Oh, God..." You moaned, your knees buckling slightly as his fingers found your clit, circling it gently. "We—we can't... Not yet..."

"Why not?" he asked, his breath hot against your ear, his fingers continuing their relentless torture. "I want you now, Yn. I need to feel you around me, those tight, wet walls squeezing me..."

"Roman, please..." You whimpered, one hand holding onto the fridge, the other clutching at his arms as your legs trembled.

You could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against you, and your body craved his, but you knew if y’all started now, you wouldn't make it to dinner.

With a final, teasing stroke, Roman relented, withdrawing his hand and stepping back, his eyes glittering with desire. "Fine," he said, his voice strained. "But we finish this later. I want you screaming my name, Yn."

You shivered at his words, a heady mix of excitement and anticipation coursing through you.

"I always do," you promised, eyes locking with his as you straightened your clothes.

Dinner was a relaxed affair, with soft music playing in the background and candles flickering on the table, casting a warm glow over your plates of pasta and glasses of red wine.

You both talked and laughed easily, sharing stories from your day as you enjoyed the simple pleasure of a home-cooked meal.

But despite the casual atmosphere, an undercurrent of tension and desire thrummed between you, an unspoken awareness of what was to come later that night.

Every so often, Roman's gaze would linger on your body, taking in the way your shirt dipped low to reveal a hint of cleavage, or the way your hair fell over your shoulders, concealing yet tantalizing.

And You, for your part, was equally aware of him, the way his eyes followed your every move, the way his broad shoulders filled out his shirt, and the way his strong, calloused hands moved as he ate and drank. You knew what those hands could do, the pleasure they could bring, and the thought made your core clench with need.

As you both finished your meal, Roman pushed back his chair with a scrape and stood, crossing to the kitchen to put away the dishes. You watched him move, your pulse quickening as you took in the way his jeans hugged his narrow hips and powerful thighs.

"Come here, Yn," he said, his voice low and commanding as he returned to the table, holding out a hand to you.

You rose from your chair, heart pounding, and placed your hand in his, feeling a spark of electricity as your fingers intertwined. He pulled you close, his free hand sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you against the hardness that was already growing insistent at his groin.

"I need you," he growled, his lips brushing your ear as he pressed himself against you. "Now."

You whimpered, your body melting against his, all thoughts of resistance forgotten, hands clutching the sides of his face, pulling his lips down to yours for a hungry kiss.

With a growl, Roman swept you up into his arms and carried you from the kitchen to your shared bedroom.

You laughed, a breathless, excited sound, as he kicked the bedroom door shut behind them and strode toward the bed, laying you down gently on the soft, rumpled sheets.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes devouring you as he loomed over you, his broad shoulders blocking out the light.

You reached up, tugging at his shirt, and he quickly pulled it over his head, revealing his muscular chest and arms, the light from the bedside lamp casting shadows over his defined abs.

"Mmm" was all you said, as your hands glided over his skin, marveling at the feel of him. "I love your body."

He smiled, a flash of white teeth in the dim light, and leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, even as his hands went to work, tugging at your clothes, eager to reveal and explore every inch of you.

He took a moment to appreciate your body, the sight made Roman's mouth go dry.

"You look incredible," Roman whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Soon, you were both naked, clothes discarded on the floor, mouths never leaving each other, hands desperate to touch and feel.

You moaned into his mouth as he pulled you against him, your bare skin sliding against his, nipples hardening as they brushed against his chest.

Roman broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there as his hands roamed, squeezing and caressing your breasts, your hips, your thighs.

Roman's strong hands grasped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, leaving momentary imprints on your skin.

"I love how you fill my hands," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "So fucking thick and soft."

You let out a soft moan, feeling his fingers gently squeezing and kneading your ass. He loved to play with it, feeling the plump cheeks yielding to his touch. He smacked your ass playfully, enjoying the way it jiggled with each strike.

"You like that, don't you?" You teased, kissing him passionately.

Roman's kisses were hungry, his tongue invading your mouth as his hands continued their exploration.

"Let me see it," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Let me see that beautiful ass." Getting up off the bed.

You obliged, slowly turning around giving him a full view. You leaned forward slightly, resting your hands on the bed, offering him a perfect angle to admire your curves.

Roman's eyes traced the curve of your spine, down to the soft, round globes of your ass, now exposed and waiting for his touch.

Roman wasted no time, his hands cupping your cheeks, squeezing and spreading them apart. He admired the way your ass filled his hands, the plump flesh overflowing his grip. He delivered a sharp smack, leaving a red imprint on one cheek, then the other, watching as the skin bounced back with each strike.

"Oh, fuck, yes," You hissed, feeling a rush of pleasure and pain. "harder."

Roman obliged, his hand connecting with your ass repeatedly, leaving a mosaic of red handprints on your skin. You moaned loudly, your body trembling with each impact. He reached down, sliding his fingers under you, finding your wetness.

"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his fingers sliding easily through your folds.

You arched your back, pushing your ass towards him, inviting more of his touch.

Roman's fingers delved deeper, finding your sweet spot. He rubbed you firmly, his thumb circling your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"You like it when I touch you here?"

"Oh, God, yes..." you gasped, your head falling to the bed.

"That's it, let me hear you," he encouraged, his voice a husky growl as he added a second finger, thrusting slowly into your wet heat. "Let me know how much you love it."

"Oh... Oh, Roman..." you moaned, your hands clutching at the bedsheets, your back arching as his fingers worked their magic, curling just right to hit that hidden spot deep inside you. "I love it... I love the way you touch me... Please, don't stop..."

"I don't plan to," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching and filling you as he rubbed your clit with his thumb. "Come for me, Yn. Scream my name."

"Roman!" You cried out as your body dropped to the bed as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, an electric tension building, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you. "Oh, God, Roman!"

"Cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice a low, sexy rasp. "Let me feel that pussy squeezing my fingers."

You couldn't hold back any longer. As Roman's fingers worked their magic, you came hard, your body shaking, a chorus of moans escaping your lips. Roman continued to stimulate you, drawing out your orgasm, until you were reduced to a quivering mess, your legs weak and your body drenched in sweat.

As your body shuddered and convulsed, Roman turned you back around and lowered his head, taking a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue as your cries echoed in his ears. Your hands tangled in his hair, holding him to you as you felt the after shocks of your orgasm wash over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Slowly, you came back to earth, your body relaxing against the bed, a lazy smile curving your lips as you opened your eyes to find Roman watching you, his eyes dark with desire.

"That," you said, your voice a hoarse whisper, "was amazing."

"We're not done yet," he promised, his voice thick with need. He withdrew his hand from between your legs, his fingers glistening with your arousal, and brought them to his mouth, sucking your essence from them as you watched, your heart pounding.

Then, with a low growl, he hooked his arms under your knees, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders as he settled between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your wetness.

"You ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice strained with his own need as he rubbed the head of his cock against your sensitive clit.

"Yes," you moaned, your eyes fluttering closed as the sensation sent sparks of pleasure through you. "Please, Roman, I need you."

With a groan, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside you with one smooth stroke.

"Ahh!" You cried out, your eyes flying open as you felt herself stretch around him, your body accommodating his size.

"You feel so damn good," he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought for control, his hips stilled as he gave you a moment to adjust.

"Move, Roman," You pleaded, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. "Please..."

With a growl, he began to move, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back into you, his hips snapping forward as he set a relentless pace.

"Oh, God..." you moaned, your head tossing from side to side on the pillow, your breath coming in short gasps as he filled you over and over. "It's—it's too much..."

"It's never too much," he growled, his hands gripping your thighs as he drove into you, his balls slapping against you with each powerful thrust. "You take all of me, Yn. You take every inch."

"Yes..." you whimpered, your body trembling as he pounded into you, the bed creaking beneath them. "I'm trying... Oh, God, Roman..."

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his teeth gritted as he fought to hold on, his own pleasure building to a peak. "Take it... Take my cock..."

"I'm trying..." you moaned, your nails digging into his skin, legs wrapping around his waist as you met his thrusts, your hips moving in perfect rhythm with his. "Oh, Roman, it feels so good..."

"You feel good," he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. "So tight and wet...”

"Yes..." you moaned, your body on the brink again, your walls clenching around him as you chased your own release. "Come for me, Roman... Let me feel it..."

“Mmm not yet” Roman moaned as he pulled out, turning you back onto your hands and knees. “Gotta see that ass clap from behind”

You felt the head of his cock breaching your entrance again, stretching you, filling you in ways only he could. Roman's hands gripped your hips tightly as he began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of your, wet pussy.

"Yes, fuck me," You urged, pushing back against him. "Fuck this ass."

Roman obliged, his hands leaving red marks on your skin as he guided you onto his cock. He pounded into you, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, driving you closer to the edge.

"You love it when I fuck that fat ass, don't you?" Roman growled, his voice filled with primal desire.

"Yes, yes, I do!" You cried out, your body on fire.

Roman's grip tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded into you with abandon. He pulled your hair back gently, exposing your neck, and planted wet kisses along your sensitive skin. His thrusts became more urgent, his cock throbbing inside you.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," he warned, his voice strained.

You could feel his cock twitching inside you

With a loud groan, he let go, his body tensing as he emptied himself into you, his hips stuttering as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through him.

"Roman!" You cried out, the sensation causing your own orgasm to crash over you, your walls milking him as your body shook with release. "Oh, God, Roman!"

As your cries echoed in the room, You and Roman collapsed onto the bed, (more so you collapsing onto the bed and him collapsing onto you) his full weight pressing you into the mattress but not crushing you as he fought to catch his breath, his heart pounding against your chest.

"Wow," you breathed, your hands stroking his back, a lazy smile curving your lips. "That was..."

“Incredible," he finished for you, lifting his head to press a soft kiss to your lips, and rolling over next to you. "You're incredible." Roman whispered, his hands gently caressing your ass as you curled into his side. "I can't get enough of you."

“You can’t get enough of me, or my ass” you laughed, feeling his hands go from caressing your ass to grabbing fistfuls.

“Yes”

The End

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[baby-bunny-writes]

NSFW Alphabet

Tamaki Amajiki

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A- aftercare

You'll have to help him, probably so overstimulated he can't move😭🙏🏼

B- favorite body part

Tamaki is most definitely a boob man

C- cum (where do they like to cum?)

Boobs or stomach

D- dirty secret

Closet pervert

E- experience

Absolutely 0 experience what so ever. But does jerk off sometimes (not often though)

F- favorite position

cowgirl, he's a bottom and loves seeing you boobs bouncing

G- goofy (how serious are they?)

He doesn't really like to be silly during.

H-hair

Has a happy trail and he's most of the time trimmed. Indigo colored

I- intimacy

He's pretty romantic but sometimes likes raw pleasure

J- jerk off

Sometimes but not often (as I've said before.)

K- kinks

Edging, mutual masturbation, bdsm, and toys

L- location (fav place to do it)

Bed or couch. really any place with plush and that is dark.

M- motivation (what turns them on)

Teasing

N- no (turnoffs)

Anal. (did this for myself. again.)

O- oral

He likes oral sometimes but not often

P- pace

Slow and sensual

Q- quickies

Doesn't like quickies and can't really have one because it takes him awhile to come down from his high

R- risk

HATES RISK AND I MEAN HATES IT

S- stamina (how long they can go)

1 round (he can't go two because he's already crying on the first😭🙏🏼)

T- toys

Likes toys and uses them on himself

U- unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves being teased

V- volume (how loud they are)

LOUD, whimpers and moans

W- wild card (random headcanon)

Likes to turn his fingers and tongue into octopus tentacle when fingering or eating you out

X- x-ray

Slight curve, 5.0 inches hard, shaft #F9C5B1, tip #DF786C, cum #F4E9E3

Y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's pretty needy

Z- Zzz (how fast they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quick but can stay awake

(sorry if this seems like babying. i wrote this maybe a year ago?)

{THANKS FOR READING MY FOURTH FICC!!}

[dontsh0vethesun]

emily mit dem großen schwanz

emily prentiss x reader

18+: smut; emily has a penis, unprotected p in v, fingering, edging, mommy kink, dom!emily, v slight degradation

masterlist | word count: 1.9k

a/n - disappointed in myself at my 3 pics, i usually find better ones but i didn’t know what to put considering it’s straight up porn also don't look at me, i'm a hoe i can't help it

Your body was warm after your shower and you wiped a space in the steamed-up mirror in front of you, hoping to somehow gain some semblance of composure before heading back out. 

You’d not expected to share a hotel room with Emily tonight - especially not one with just one bed. Of course, that’s all that was available and of course, you’d only packed a t-shirt to pair with your underwear for your sleep. 

When you stepped back out to the room Emily was watching the TV with her back pressed against the headboard and she didn’t shy away from staring at your exposed legs, glimpsing a peek at your underwear when you bent over to look in your bag. 

It was safe to say that the crush you held was not one-sided. If only Emily could just get her hands on you; the things she imagined, the sounds she hopes you make. There were countless nights when you occupied her senses, picturing you as she fucked herself. 

And here you were, looking so precious, pulling your shirt down your legs shyly before taking a careful seat beside her. 

She could just ruin you. She just knows you’d look so pretty falling apart beneath her, your eyes pleading while she makes you feel oh so good. She instinctively moved a little closer at the thought, letting her arm brush against yours while her eyes stayed focused ahead of her. 

Her hand crept over to your thigh, resting on your skin with daring fingers splayed. She knew what she wanted and you braved a look in her direction with a thick swallow. 

Her stare was still on the screen, a casual air that made your cheeks warm. You caught the slightest smirk on her lips when you sucked in a breath, barely even balancing on the line of an appropriate colleague interaction at this point; with the way she inched her hand ever so slightly higher to take a peek at the underwear once hidden by your shirt. 

Her eyes were dark and her breathing was physically laboured when her head turned in your direction. She eyed the underwear you tried to conceal with your thighs pushing together and the goosebumps that had raised from her touch.

“Emily, we can’t do this,” you muttered, hardly convincing even yourself with the smallness of your voice and the way you couldn’t bring yourself to move her hand. 

“Do what?” she answered with a tilt of her head dripping a faux innocence; sickly sweet as she peered through dark lashes.

“You know what,” you breathed, voice hardly there, shrinking away at the feeling of her fingertips grazing the edge of your underwear. 

“You don’t want me to stop,” Emily stated, so matter of fact and you desperately wished she was wrong but the way she looked at you made you ache. “I can see it in your eyes how much you want it.”

Her voice lowered as she moved closer to you, lips ghosting your neck with the heat of her words hitting your skin. “C’mon, sweet girl, give me somethin’.” Her hand squeezed at your thigh with her nails digging into the flesh. 

Oh, how you wanted her to be way off the mark but you could feel your body betraying you. Withholding the desires your infatuation with the older woman had caused was quickly going out the window, you couldn’t go back now that the prize is so close. So near that all it took was a tilting of your head to press your lips to hers. 

All the building tension between you was obvious in the way your lips slotted together effortlessly, Emily smiled against you at the feeling, finally claiming what she’d had her eyes on for so long now. 

Your hand tangled in the hair on the back of her head to keep her close and hers landed on your waist, pulling you onto her to escape the uncomfortable twistings of your bodies. With your knees planted either side of her thighs she could pull you flush against her, roaming her hands beneath your shirt against the warmth of soft skin. 

The way your hips mindlessly pushed into hers made her cock twitch in her shorts and the feeling didn’t go unnoticed by you; feeling her growing bulge against your clothed pussy. 

Her tongue took all control of yours and her dominant hands pulled your shirt over your head to ogle your body, instantly trailing her lips over your throat and down to your chest; her tongue flicked over a pert nipple and you felt her get even harder at the sigh you let out. 

She let you tease her for a little longer, grinding onto her hardening cock with her hold on your waist tightening. But the way she pushed you onto your back was sudden and she laughed darkly at the sight of you beneath her, taking in the perfect sight she’d imagined.

“Such a little tease, hm?” she murmured, cupping your cheek with a domineering push of her thumb past your lips whilst her other hand trailed across your skin to dip beneath the waistband of your underwear. “And so wet for mommy,” she smirked. “I should’ve known you’d be a desperate little slut.”

Her fingers slid through your folds, collecting your arousal with a musing rub over your clit. Her digits slipped into you with ease, curling into you perfectly making your breath hitch in your throat. She watched each reaction to the movement of her fingers fucking into you, each twitch of your hips and closing of your eyes, the biting of your lip between your teeth as she brought you closer and closer to the edge. You looked so pretty, she knew you would, and she had to have your lips on hers again. The kiss was sloppy and heated while you grew wetter by the second and each pump of her digits brought you closer to your climax. 

It only made your skin flush even hotter when she pulled her shirt over her head, setting her breasts free which you instantly palmed at much to her enjoyment. Her nipples were sensitive to the tongue you swirled around them, and the thumb you flicked over the buds; she could feel you clenching around her and her cock was aching to feel your warmth around it. 

“Em, please,” you whispered with a groan when she pulled away, leaving you on the precipice of a release with only a mocking grin thrown your way and soaked fingers pushing past your slackened jaw.

“Let me have my fun,” she returned, looking down at you with her own hands squeezing at her tits, pinching her nipples between her fingers and thumbs with her head leaning back. “I wanna see you desperate and aching. With your head so dumb all you can focus on is how much you need me.”

Her words made your head spin, not made any better by the sight of her ridding her body of her shorts, setting her hard cock free. She smirked at the way you gawked at her, watching her fingers wrap around her length, pumping it in her hand with the slick of her precum. You’re sure you looked pathetic; growing even wetter by the second, desperately wishing she wasn’t in the way of your thighs clamping together to find any kind of friction you could.

Emily could see the desperation on your face, in the heaviness of your breath and your unwavering stare. 

“I just knew you’d look so sweet,” she rasped, sighing at the pleasure of her movements. “Lying on your back, practically begging me to fuck you. Is that what you want, hm? You want mommy to fuck you with her cock?”

“Yes,” you nodded sheepishly, pulling her body into yours with her arms tasting either side of your body and the breath from the huff of her laugh falling onto your cheek, “I need you to fuck me, mommy.” 

The kiss she met you with was harsh and bruising, a filthy wanton lust with smacks of lips and breaths heavy against one another. She only pulled away to watch your face as she teased you, grinning mockingly at the annoyed furrow of your brow when she swiped her cock through your dripping folds, coating the length with your arousal.

She groaned at the feeling of your warmth around her, easily pushing the tip of her dick into your hole, inching her way further into your cunt until all she could feel around her was you. You were soaked and she loved it, you basked in the grunt at the back of her throat when she began a steady rhythm of her hips. 

Her girth stretched your pussy perfectly, you could easily take each inch of her with how worked up she’d got you; she could feel how she’d succeeded with her teasing. 

She brought her thumb between your bodies to draw circles over your swollen clit, bringing you closer to your release and in turn feeling that familiar pressure in her stomach with the way you clenched around her. Emily’s teeth grazed along the pulse point of your neck, blood rushing to your head with all the passion making you dizzy.

She sucked marks into your skin while your hands grasped at her back, aimlessly digging your nails into the backs of her thighs to pull her into you, wordlessly pleading with her to just not stop. The room was filled with moans of pleasure, too preoccupied with your desire that it was hard to think of anything else, to mutter much to her other than blabberings of how good it felt. 

“You’re taking me so well,” she muttered against your lips, hardly able to conjure up the words with how close she was to her orgasm. “I’ve been picturing this for too long, baby, how you’d look all filled up with me. And you do not disappoint.”

The way her tongue dragged over your nipple and her teeth dug into the skin, along with the thrusting of her shaft into your sex and her thumb playing with your clit, made you fall apart all over her. Your chest arched into hers with a choked moan with your heart thumping and your hand tightening into a fist in her hair. 

And you peered down at her when she pulled out of you, only needing a few strokes of her hand along the length of her soaked cock before ribbons of white shot onto the flesh of your stomach with a grunt of her own. You watched drops of her cum leak from the head of her dick, still feeling the blissful aftermath of your own high. 

If anything, she only looked at you more hungrily; as though ravishing you was the only thing on her mind. She swiped two fingers through the seed that painted your skin, bringing them to your lips for you to taste. Your tongue darted out to lick them clean, opening your mouth for her to fuck her fingers into you roughly, not caring about the way your eyes began to water. 

“I hope you’re ready for more, sweet girl, ‘cause I’m not ready for this to end just yet,” she winked before trailing kisses down your body, making contact with your cunt again. 

If anything was made clear after this first night with Emily, it’s that you’re going to need extra coffee in the morning.

[tarasmithshifts]

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐑

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅʀ: my name is tara v. cullen (v stands for vivienne) i was born in 1971, was turned into a vampire by carlisle cullen in 1989, at the age of 18. since then, i became part of a cullen family, and moved with them to forks

ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: sophie thatcher

ꜱ/ᴏ: raphael pelli (made for this dr)

⤷ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: timothee chalamet

ᴍʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅʀ: carlisle, alice, edward, esme, emmett, jasper hale, bella swan, raphael pelli

ʟᴏʀᴇ: my memories about my life before carlisle turn me into a vampire literally do not exist lmao, all i know is what i need to know - when the cullens were living in calgary, alberta, they were on vacation during winters break. during their hunting, alice found me in woods. she saw in her vision that i am one of the cullens in the future, but she didn’t turn me into one. she saw in her vision that carlisle did that. she took me back to their home, and there, carlisle decided turn me into a vampire. i was lucky. but didn't remember what happened (also basically it’s the fact that i just went missing and alice found me in those woods out of nowhere weeks later, in pretty bad condition, and rn when i shifted, i found myself in the moment that i wake up AFTER being turn into vampire so yup)

⍣ ೋ back in calgary, carlisle took days off, and stayed with me at their house. i was still confused, so he explained to me how my mind will work from then. alice took responsibility for me. to teach me hunting. i was a newborn then, more strong, with bloodlust. alice went hunting with me, spent time with me and helped me a lot.

⍣ ೋ after some years in culgary, we needed to move. i was still a newborn, but i choose to stay with cullen family and become one of 'vegetarians' as they called themselfs. for a few years, until 2003 we lived in mountains. also because of me. carlisle didn't want to drag me into 'normal' life, 'till i will fully become aware of my new body.

⍣ ೋ in 2003 me and the cullens moved to forks. we went to school there, everything was okay. i got along with the cullens, but at the same time i could feel something changing in my mind?? alice saw me getting powers, just like edward, her and jasper have. but she can't see what will i do. in 2004, i am almost 20 year old vampire, and my power finally shows up.

my power: possession. (i can take control of the bodies and minds of others, or i can look through somebody's eyes and mind without them knowing.)

⍣ ೋ in the high school that me and culllens are going to, i meet raphael, which will later on be my s/o (but i don’t wanna spoil it for y’all as i just shifted there and i have fullllll stories about him 🤭). we meet before bella moved to forks, and her and edward got together.

i will update this page!!! but rn i just want to focus on my storytime from my latest shift to my twilight dr, and then come back to this! i think for now that’s the background you will need to understand everything from my storytime 😻

[halucynator]

Hi Sweetie ~~ ✨

Please can I request a fic based on Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter? Any Slytherin boy will do 🤣 I just need fluff in my life~~ 💞

No worries if not x

Nonsense

I'm lazy so this is the second part of Someone Will Love You Better lmao. I think it fits. Part 1 is here.

Also I'm so sorry! I didn't even notice that I got sent this! Idk how long it's been in my inbox but if it's a long time I'm SO sorry!! Hope you like it xx the red italic writing are the lyrics xx the lyrics are edited to suit the text (ofc)

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: implied smut (like 3 words?), kissing, not proof read, I think that's it

Summary: based on the song Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter.

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Draco had broken up. You had to face Mattheo which was easier than expected.

Think I only want one person in my dorm. I might change your nickname to don't leave me alone. Said you like my eyes and you like to make em roll. Treat me like a queen now you got me feeling thrown. Those were the words that clouded your mind as you saw the love of your life.

Who could you possibly be talking about? The answer stood right in front of you. Mattheo Riddle. You'd liked him since forever. Well, since you'd known him which was after you started dating Draco. And to your delight, HE asked YOU out a week ago because Draco told him you liked him. Crazy, right? Here you thought you'd have to make the first move.

I guess he liked you just as much as you liked him. However, one think he didn't like was PDA.

But he was so hot and you couldn't help yourself, when he got close to you. And so he was forced to partake in any public display of affection and he grew to not mind it as much. It was you, after all. And he'd do anything for you.

Your tongue went numb around him, and made you sound like a complete idiot constantly making it sound like you were saying unintelligible words such as bleh blah blee.

You didn't want no one else, you were in too deep.

"Here's a lil letter I wrote. It's about you and me." You handed him a love letter, your cheeks the deepest shade of crimson.

He smiled, like a full one, which was a rare occasion. Usually he settled for subtle smiles. So subtle, you couldn't be sure if it was a smile.

Inside the letter the following words were written:

I'll be honest. Looking at you got me thinking nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in. And when you got your arms around me, oh, it feels so good I had to skip a passage because otherwise this letter would be too long. I think I got an ex but I forgot him. And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it. I don't even know I'm talking nonsense. I'm talking all around the clock, I'm talking hope nobody knocks, I'm talking opposite of soft, I'm talking wild wild thoughts.

Love

Your princess,

Y/n

Mattheo laughed as he shook his head. "You didn't have to write it down! I already know I'm irresistible."

"you've gotta keep up with me, I've got some young energy. I caught the L-O-V-E, how do you do this to me?"

"Do what love?" Mattheo asked.

"around you I get butterflies. But I can't help myself when I get close to you. Baby my tongue goes numb. Sounds like bleh blah blee. I don't want no one else. Baby I'm in too deep."

He kisses your lips and hands you a letter.

"Here's a lil letter I wrote, it's about you and me." He says grinning as you open the letter.

And surely enough the letter had the following words written:

I'll be honest. Looking at you got me thinking nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in. And when you got your arms around me, oh, it feels so good I had to skip a passage because I don't want to keep you too long. I think I got an ex but I forgot him. And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it. I don't even know I'm talking nonsense.

Love,

Someone who you don't want to leave you alone,

Mattheo Riddle.

"This love catchier than chickenpox is. I think your dorm is where my other sock is. Woke up this morning, thought I'd write you a letter. Wanna take a quiz?" You asked

"Sure. What about?" Mattheo questioned.

"how quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz." You chuckled.

"You're adorable, you know that?" Mattheo said as he kissed your cheek.

ﾟ+*:;;:* *:;;:*+ﾟﾟ+*:;;:* *:;;:*+ﾟﾟ+*:;;:* *:;;:*+ﾟﾟ+*:;;:*

A/n: hope you like it as much as I did writing it! It's kinda short! Request again anytime love 💗 again I am super sorry for the wait !

[khaleesiofalicante]

RWRB Movie Review

Since some of y'all asked for my thoughts, here you go:

What I Liked about This Movie:

The casting - They absolutely fucking nailed it. From the main cast to even smaller characters like Ellen and Zahra and Amy and everyone else. Even the King. They all understood the assignment.

The POC nuances - There is a big difference between being queer and being poc and queer. I think the movie captured it better than the book did. Obviously, a lot of that had to do with Matthew. The little conversations about being a person of colour in the US and Alex and Henry constantly bantering (and educating each other) about their cultures and differences between them added so much value to their dynamic.

Subtle Creativity - I really liked how they translated the texts from the books into the movie. The symbolism of the water during the Lake House scene and all the queer historical references spread out throughout the movie. Important. Well done.

The music - I always pay close attention to the soundtrack in a movie and I think they killed it. Starting off with Joan Jett's Bad Reputation was such a good idea. I know everyone is soft about 'Can't Help Falling in Love' playing during the V&A scene, but personally I loved that they included 'If I Loved You' - it's such a classic and it's such a Henry song.

Alex and Henry - I'm going o be brutally honest here. If they had cast anyone other than Taylor and Nick, this movie would've flopped hard. Nick and Taylor carried this movie on their backs and they did SUCH a great job with it. I need to write a whole other post about how much I liked their acting and what I enjoyed the most.

What Could've Been Done Better

The storytelling - I didn't mind the changes we already knew (as much as I thought I would) - such as cutting out June and Alex's parents not being divorced. But I did find the overall pace and storytelling to be a little bit off. Some scenes felt disconnected and others felt rushed. Like, Henry saying 'I need to show you something' and taking Alec to the V&A felt very random to me considering the pace of that scene. I'm very curious about how all of this looked like to someone who hasn't read the books.

The gaps - I'm personally glad June wasn't in this movie because I feel like it would've made no sense. Honestly, a lot of her storyline is connected to Alec's struggle with understanding his sexuality and trauma from the divorce and both those plotlines were not part of the movie, so yeah. No June made a lot of sense. But some other edits didn't make sense to me. For instance, I really wish they had placed more emphasis on the emails and showed the intimate nature of those (they did a good job with the texts, but not with the emails). I honestly didn't understand why Richards was there. Phillip felt like another dead end. Nora was barely there too.

Alex's Bisexuality - There is this line in the books where Alex (in his list to Henry) says 'all the things I now understand about myself because of you'. I always felt that was important. I'm not saying that line should've been in the movie, but it should be a theme. Because in his speech when Alex was talking about the queer rights movements and queer history, I was like 'where is this all coming from??'. It would've been nice to see Alec's interest in these things (whether because of Henry or not) displayed more in the movie.

The lack of friendships - This honestly was my main disappointment. Because the lack of emphasis on Pez was a little shocking. Considering the movie had Henry pov, I really thought we'd see more of him. The same went for Nora (and the lack of June) who were barely there. I loved that the movie focused more on Alex and Henry, but I will always stress the importance of friendships for queer people - because we often feel safer with our friends than with anyone else. So, I wish they had done a better job. I personally feel much better choices could've been made about the secondary characters, such as removing Pez entirely and fleshing out Bea and Henry's relationship instead of giving Pez half a minute of screen time.

The women - this is a bit of a personal qualm and I'm still navigating this writing issue myself, but often in stories with mlm relationships, women are seen as these tiny side characters who are simply there to drive the plot. Sometimes women are barely there at all (I've noticed this in some BL dramas). This is not a rwrb issue, but a broader issue. But the thing is, in the books, Casey did a fantastic job in weaving in women and how just having them around makes a lot of difference (Alex and June are the primary examples of this). It's very interesting to see how depending on the identity of the creator, which themes get prioritized and which themes don't. For instance, we noticed Alex's race (or him being biracial) was more prominent in the movie than in the books, but Alec's relationship with the women in his life was more prominent in the books than in the movie. It's just interesting, I think. Very interesting.

RWRB in (my) essence: I read some say that the above issues could've been simply fixed if the movie was a mini-series. I personally don't think it should've been a mini-series though. Rwrb was always meant to be a movie.

But I do think, a larger conversation needs to be had about queer book-to-screen adaptations - where the budgets are smaller and restrictions are higher and there is bullshit like giving an R rating for a movie with barely any nudity and sex.

It wasn't perfect. It's a rom-com. A rom-com, in its essence, is flawed and talks about finding love in 90 minutes. It's supposed to feel rushed - like a whirlwind. I think rwrb movie did what it was supposed to do. It gave us a good rom-com.

BUT. I think we need more than that. We need cheesy romcoms like this. We need poignant queer movies with bigger budgets that will win Oscars. We need mini-series that have more time to explore broader themes. And we need TV shows that run for 14 seasons and have no plot but we want still want to watch anyway because it's gay people doing gay stuff.

Queer people need all of these options. We deserve the same diversity in content as straight people have. We, as Alex said, have the right to choose.

So, here is to more queer content, each wonderful and each flawed in its own way.

RWRB movie was not what I expected. But I loved it anyway. I watched it twice already and I will watch it again. Because, to put it simply, it made me so happy to have a queer rom-com that I can watch.

But we should and can and must have more of this.

So, I really hope every month will be gay as August 2023 is/was :)

[justjams2003]

Between Two Gods: 1-Public Display

This is highly inspired by @oh-for-fic-sake's work which I have been binge reading recently on my second blog. Now, I am a firm believer that the MCU and DCEU should not mix. They don't belong together. But this idea just had me salivating and I'd do anything for good smut. If you'd like a prequel or sequel, I'd be happy to oblige. If there even are still people who read a/b/o fics, other than myself.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x reader x Clark Kent

Summary: While you and your mates are at the knot-friendly beach, you can't help but want to get frisky.

Warnings: threesome, mxm, fxm, mxfxm, p in v, semi-blowjob, a/b/o, knotting, meantions of heats and rutting, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, mixing of universes, talk about pregnancy (but no actual pregnancy), afab reader, no mention of skin colour or weight. If there are any more please do tell.

Word count: 2,7k

You’re not sure how exactly you ended up in this situation. You’re the most envied woman on the planet. Gossip blogs, and news articles were all over you. The first mate of two in thousands of years. And not any two either, mated to the two strongest alphas on the planet, and beyond. Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder, prince of the nine realms. And Superman, the God amongst men.

Not everyone knew about Superman, everyone did know about Clark Kent. Mated to one of the most famous journalists and the God of Thunder? All to this young twenty-year-old girl. It was a shock to be sure and you can’t help but drink up every moment of it.

Even now, as you relax on the omega/alpha beach you can’t help but love every second of it. Thor, as usual, has gone off to make friends. His beautiful long blonde sand colour hair sways in the win as he jumps to slam the volleyball back up in the air. His stomach muscles strain and you can’t help but feel yourself get hot and heavy.

“You enjoying the view?” Clark asks with a smirk pulling you closer to his side. “I’m sure he can smell you from all the way over there.” You smirk, leaning into to him. “And you’re telling me you aren’t enjoying his preening too?” The man of steel chuckles.

“How can I not? I’ve got the prettiest omega in the world stuck to my side with another alpha who loves fucking her with me.” You smirk, pushing one of his legs between your own and grinding his knee against your slit, begging for some sort of friction. “Speaking of fucking...”

You can hear him groan and roll his eyes. You can’t help but smirk at his reaction and pull yourself closer to him. Slotting your nose against his neck, scenting his smile and Thor’s own mark on the man of steel. Licking and nipping at that very same sensitive spot. You can tell Clark is struggling with his own mind, his hand gripping tighter to your ass.

“Omega, you’re testing me...” he mutters, trying to keep his composure and tune out your mewling noises. Or the fact that these already small swim shorts get even smaller. Tighter and tighter every time that you lick and suck on those sensitive nerves of his.

“It's a knot-friendly beach, no one here would care. In fact, I’m pretty sure they’d even enjoy the show.” You whisper into his ear, making small circles on his chest and then trailing lower. “Yes, everyone else on the planet too. I’m not exactly keen on having my cock plastered on the daily planet.”

You groan out, then see Thor very well heard how frustrated you are and you’re sure smell it too. “Fine, I’ll ask Thor then.” You huff, going to stand and give him the best puppy eyes you could. You know very well he’d do it in a heartbeat. Public knotting isn’t just normal on Asgard but smiled upon. Even done to boost morale.

You remember how strange he found it. When you and Clark met him for the first time, seeking him out after the attack on New York, you had gone into immediate heat. Sending both the boy into a rut. Thor insisted on taking you there and then, but with much, much self-control from Kal, you three managed to make it back to you and Clark’s farmhouse.

Kal grabs you by your wrist, he knows if your go to Thor he’ll make a big spectacle of it. Everyone will be involved and invited to watch. If he does it perhaps it can happen more quietly. He grabs you by the back of your neck, he himself sitting more upright. He pulls you in close and whispers in your ear.

“You want to be fucked?” He asks, knowing the answer, he can smell the answer from you. You smirked, biting your lip and giving a curt nod. He also smirks and lays back down on his beach chair. He tilts his head to his growing cock and nods. You gasp out with a wide smile, “You mean it?” He smiles and nods again.

“This is a knot-friendly beach. Nothing done here should be new or even considered publish-worthy.” He shrugs, more so reasoning with himself than with you. He loves seeing his little omega so excited. You reach down his shorts and allow his massive cock to spring free from its imprisonment.

You can already see his bright blue irises turning an intoxicating black-blue colour. Like that in which the creepiest sea creatures drift in the fast ocean. A colour you and Thor both like to call sex-blue. Thor also had his very own variation of sex-blue.

The pre-cum leaks from his throbbing, red and sensitive tip. Like a kitten, you lap it up with your cute pink tongue. From the very top down to the base of his hairy abdomen. He watches your every move. Like a starving child, you lick every inch of him, wetting him with your own spit.

Then you move his legs in between your knees. You pull on the green bows tying your bikini bottom together. Clark's eyes consume every inch of you, watching the small cloth fall and reveal your mound. “See? I told you and Thor there is a good reason for me to wear these.” You giggle, rubbing your slit against his base.

“So, this was planned all along?” He grunts out, grabbing you by the hips and lining your body up with his. You can’t even reply before he spears you, filling you up from the inside. All that you can let out is a yelp and then a loud moan. He too throws his head back with a groan.

“I can’t ever get over how tight you are, perfectly moulded, huh?” He allows you to get comfortable. And then lifts you back up and down on his huge cock. You throw your head back, it was always such a new feeling to you. One you crave far more often than you cared to admit.

Thor’s senses were going crazy. He can smell the arousal from you and from Clark. He loves it and if he could bathe in the smell he would. In fact at home, he even tried to. Every chance he has, he gathers both of you in the nest you made and fucks the both of you silly. Then after he tries to soak up as much of the scent as he can.

And now he’s sure every other person here can smell it, but none are covered in it like he is. None can join anytime they want as he can. He just loves it. But Thor is smart, maybe not smart like Tony or Bruce. Yet he knows the game his other Alpha is getting at. He also knows what his Omega is getting at.

You want everyone to know and Clark rather keep you both all to himself. But that’s what the older Alpha is there for, to satisfy both of your needs. “My, my, my, what do we have here?” His voice is deep and low and your walls seem to clench tight at his deep dominant voice.

Thor notices instantly, he knows he has that effect on you both. Clark pulls you deeper into him. He barely even notices the other Alpha there, his own instincts flooding him with lust and nothing else. Privacy seems to be at the very back of his mind right now.

“Everyone can smell you two, all wet and sticky. Being fucked silly.” You let out a loud moan at his words and the God can’t help but chuckle. Then he attaches his lips to yours. Dominating your tongue and swallowing your moans. “You like that, huh? Do you like everyone watching you? Such a slut.”

He grabs you by your neck and whispers in your ear. His other hand cupping your tit through the neon green bikini. He twists and he pulls on your covered nipple. Lapping up your mouth. He loves the thrill of knowing that his words only make you bounce faster on Clark’s cock.

“You hear that, my pretty boy, she likes everyone seeing you fuck her silly. Fucking her so good.” Thor bends down low, whispering in Kal’s ear. Sticking his nose into his neck and pulling the scent from his mark. To everyone out there in Metropolis, Superman is the man.

He’s the one who gives orders and doesn’t take shit from the government. He’s the one in charge, saving lives and calling the shots. He’s the one strong enough to carry the weight on his shoulders. But at home, he plays an entirely different role. At home, he’s Thor’s pretty boy.

Clark comes home to an Omega, ready to be coddled and scented all over. To let his frustrations out. Someone who will gladly listen to him and sit when he asks and spreads when he asks. And then his own Alpha comes home. Coddles the both of them and tells him what a good job he did, taking care of their Omega.

Someone to praise and someone to praise him. The perfect dynamic, for you too. Easily filled and by the time your next heat comes around, you’ll be off the pills and pupped up before you know it. At least that is what both the boys are hoping for, they work hard every day to convince you of it... You’ve been a bit hesitant so far.

Though right now that’s far from where Clark’s focussed. Right now all he can think about is Thor buttering him up real good. “Look at that, she’s pulling you in with that delicious pussy of her’s” He forces his eyes open, forcing him to look, knowing it’ll bring him to the edge.

That it does, the man takes you by the hips and flips you over on your back. Fast enough that you only notice that he’s deeper inside you. Thor can help himself, he can’t help but reach down and rub your sensitive clit. Red and pulsing, begging for attention.

That’s enough to bring you over the edge, your legs shake and your walls clench around him. Clark can’t help but watch you pour out around him. Clenching and pulling all at the same time. This too pushes him further, he latches his lips onto yours.

The man of steel can feel himself growing bigger and bigger. He can feel himself forming around you. Pushing himself deeper, until he can feel himself right up close to your cervix. He is finally thrown overboard when Thor grabs him by the neck and gives him a sloppy deep kiss.

You can feel his hot seed pour into you. Like the first hot water to hit your back at the start of a shower. Overcoming and overbearing. Nothing else is there but the two Alphas. One deep inside you, pumping his hot seed into you and the other one throat deep into that same Alpha.

That is until the high begins to fall and you notice the crowd that had formed. Whispers going around, “Look at how big he is!” “How does that even fit?” “If I were her I’d be ripped open.” Clark can’t help but peacock at their shock. Pushing further into you as his hot cum fills you.

His knot is still big, even after the high has worn off. He’s not even sweaty or out of breath! You don’t know if you’ll ever be able to keep up with them. As your chest is heaving, your legs feel numb and shaky. You feel so full and pressed and pulled.

“It seems we’ve got a crowd.” You try to giggle but you’re still chasing after your breath. “Yes, even after I tried so hard to avoid it.” He groans, pushing out his last few pumps of cum before his knot finally calms down. Until he can finally pull out of you, drinking up the way that cum just pours out of you.

“Is this you avoiding a crowd?” You can’t help but chuckle at him. His hands are quick to swat at your ass. “Hey, little miss, this was your idea. Don’t get snippy with me.” He commands, pulling his soft dick back into his swim shorts.

Finally, Thor stands back up but your eyes grow wide. His shorts also have a massive tent, not to mention soaking wet with what you can smell as pre-cum. The God of Thunder knows good and well that Clark would like to get out of this without anyone knowing it's him.

This omega of theirs is bring out a much wilder side to him. Thor gives Clark another sloppy, wet kiss. “Go on, get us some drinks. Anyone asks or takes any photos you bring them to me, got it?” He nods, his cheeks red and flushed, from pride, embarrassment and excitement all bundled into one. "I’ll take care of them.”

And with that Clark gave you a kiss and was jumping to follow his orders. Thor stands in front of you, covering you with his body. His colossal cock is hard to miss. Seeming needy and ready for only one thing. His stature is huge, standing more than 5cm taller than their Superman.

The God of Thunder and the prince of the nine realms bares his teeth and growls at the people gawking. The same way he would when addressing his people. When commanding his military force, when charging into battle. It’s an Alpha command, one not even Kal-El can dismiss. Simple and clear. Leave and forget who you saw.

Not a single one disobeyed. They all drag their feet and most of the Alphas hang their head low. Each and every one of them baring their neck. He turns back to you, he sees you soaking all over again. “You like that, little omega? Does my little princess like me having to command all these people, all these Alphas, to stop gawking?”

He pulls you closer by your feet. Scenting his and Clark’s mark on your neck. Licking and sucking all the spots he knows so well. “To stop staring at this beautiful pussy. At what’s mine?” You bare your neck, knowing you’re going to get one hell of a punishment for manipulating Clark like that.

“Why don’t I throw you over my shoulder? Parade you around town, since you want everyone to look.” You gasp, he wouldn’t! He chuckles at your reaction. “I don’t think my pretty boy would like that very much and he’s not the one being punished here.” You bite your lip, he knows that you know what you did.

Just then Clark returns with the drinks. Thor smiles at him, tying the strings of your bikini back up again and picking you up. He places you down on your feet, “Go, clean yourself off while the Alpha’s talk, yeah?” He gives you a light smack on your bottom. You know defying will only worsen your situation. You jump and scurry off.

Thor smirks and pulls Clark into his lap. Grabbing the drink and taking a long sip. Superman can feel his Alpha’s dick on his back. Huge and heavy. He can feel him scenting his mark and growing even bigger. “So mean of that little one, huh? Using you like this...”

He trails off, pulling Clark just a bit closer and grinding into his ass. “I might just do the same. Just look at what you do to me...” Kal can’t help but moan and lean into Thor at the thought. His chuckle is dark and ruthless. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I can feel it.”

Thor’s hands wander, groping Clark's wet and semi-hard cock. “It’s okay pretty boy, we won’t do that, not yet anyways. Considering that that little one needs a punishment. You can choose after all.” They both can help but grin at the thought, watching as your soaking body walks across the sand.

[dameronscopilot]

Dads best friend Santi 🥵 just. Teasing you throughout dinner. In my household tea is a really big thing after dinner so like serving tea and the eye contact while handing him his cup and trying not to spill it everywhere? Trembling hands? Setting up the guest room for him and he walks in? Midnight hour makeout session? 🫢

(hello my beloved i hope this tickles your fancy. also i went super overboard so ENJOY I GUESS??? i'm going to Hell)

Dad's Best Friend

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader

Surviving visits from your dad's best friend, Santiago Garcia, is nothing but a losing battle for your resolve.

Content: NSFW 18+, smut, age gap, forbidden relationship, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie (author does not recommend seducing your dad's bestie IRL please!!!!! mucho inappropriate, etc.)

Santiago's younger than your dad, but he's still older than you. And he's still your dad's best fucking friend. Despite those facts, all reasonable thoughts fly swiftly out the window any time he comes knocking for what's recently turned into regular visits.

(And sometimes, when you're a moaning, gasping mess pumping a slick, lubricated vibrator in and out of your cunt the morning before those visits—in an attempt to at least stave off some of the downright feral horniness the man brings out in you—you're fucking convinced that Santiago winks at you every time you open the door to let him in.)

You've choked on your food during dinner on several occasions while you've been distracted staring at the way Santiago has a habit of unconsciously playing with his butter knife at the table, spinning it around in his thin, dexterous fingers.

More than once, when your dad sometimes decides to turn the conversation to your love life (in which he'll typically grumble about how much he didn't like the last guy you brought home), you've caught Santiago staring at you. Hard. It's a fucking searing gaze—and you can't help but clench your thighs together underneath the table in response.

(And when he turns to your dad with what's turned into his classic response, "Call me when she's bringing boys home, and I'll come over and straighten them out," he always has the audacity to smirk at you afterward.)

You have no idea why you continue to offer to be the one to serve tea after dinner when Santiago's there, because it's an olympic sport trying to hide the trembling of your hands as you bend down in front of him with the cup. (And you're still trying to figure out how he stopped you from dropping it one time, firmly wrapping his hands around yours while his eyes remained trained on your face.)

Sometimes, Santiago stays the night. And after the first time he startled you while you were making the bed in the guest room, standing there leaning against the doorway with a lazy smirk on his face, you start making sure you're wearing one of the shorter sundresses from your closet whenever you have to perform the chore.

(One time, while you're bent over and reaching out across the mattress to fluff the pillows—and maybe you forgot to put on underwear that day, it's an honest mistake—you find yourself caged in against the edge of the bed. Santi's breath tickles the hair at the nape of your neck, and his voice is rough as he says, "I'm not going to be able to control myself if you keep doing this, sweetheart.")

(He walks away, and the rest of the visit carries on as if nothing happened.)

Even though the guest room is located directly beside yours, that alone can never stop you from resisting the urge to shuck off your clothes and plunge your fingers into your soaking wet mound the moment you turn in for the evening.

(Sometimes, after you're finished, you fucking swear you hear the wet slapping of skin through the thin walls between yours and the guest room.)

All bets are officially off when Santiago stops by one hot summer day to drop something off for your dad while he's at work, only to come in through the back gate to find you lounging in the pool in a bikini. The only thing more shocking than your invitation to him to come in for a dip to cool off...is the fact that he obliges you. ("I shouldn't be doing this," he says, "but you also shouldn't be moaning so loud the whole house can hear you when you're finger fucking yourself at night.")

(His idea of teaching you how to be more quiet is pulling you into his lap as he sits down on the ladder. And as you're both still submerged under the water, he challenges you to swallow down each and every moan as he hooks a finger into your bathing suit bottoms and fingers you right there in your goddamn pool.)

The next time Santiago visits, you both run into one another on your way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. "I fucking can't stop thinking about you," he groans before pinning you up against the wall with a bruising kiss.

Stolen kisses become a ritual for the two of you when he's at your house—chaste ones in the kitchen when he slips in to put his dirty dishes in the sink, languid ones against the washing machine when he catches you doing the laundry, reckless ones on your porch when you find an excuse to walk him out the nights that he doesn't stay.

But Santiago Garcia won't have sex with you, and it's driving you insane. So if you purposely invite a guy over for dinner on a night that Santi's also there, well. The jealousy burning in his gaze all throughout dinner is certainly worth it. And when you walk into your room to go to sleep later that evening, you're startled to find Santiago sitting on your bed waiting for you, arms crossed.

Putting far too much trust in the meager lock on your door handle, Santiago Garcia fucks you right into your mattress that night. He fucks you so hard and filthy, your pussy is still throbbing when you wake up the next morning, cum dripping from your folds onto your sheets.

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[fullstcp]

"emails i can't send: fwd" by Sabrina Carpenter Sentence Starters

emails i can't send

"It's times like these, wish I had a time machine."

"Were you really asleep?"

"Were you lying to me and the family?"

"There's no 'us' in us when I'm lacking trust."

"You disgust me."

"Don't say sorry now."

"Thanks to you, I can't love right."

"I blame you for every worst that I assume."

"God, I love you, but you're such a dipshit."

"Please fucking fix this."

"You were all I looked up to."

"Now I can't even look at you."

VICIOUS

"You're lucky I'm a private person."

"I've quietly carried your burden."

"Everyone thinks you're an angel, but, shit, I would probably use different wording."

"Why you gotta be so vicious?"

"You just run to whoever is winning."

"Said that it was me and you for life."

"Now you're kinda acting like I died."

"You don't think you hurt me if you wish me the best."

"I loved you, but I wish I didn't."

READ YOUR MIND

"I can't read your mind."

"You say you need to be alone, but night and day, want me at your beck and call."

"You're not my friend and you never were."

"Why the fuss if you say you just wanna be mine?"

"Double checking, did I get the message in the way you intended?"

TORNADO WARNINGS

"Don't understand how quickly we get right back in our rhythm without missing a step."

"I want you there sometimes."

"I'm lying to my therapist."

because i liked a boy

"Who knew cuddling on trampolines could be so reckless?"

"It was all so innocent."

"I'm not catastrophizing, everything's derailing."

"You said I'm too late to be your first love, but I'll always be your favorite."

"And all of this for what?"

"When everything went down we'd already broken up."

ALREADY OVER

"We'd probably be better off as friends."

"Make me fall where I stand, only like you can."

"I say I'm done, but I'm still confused."

"How am I supposed to close the door when I still need closure?"

"I change my mind, but it's still on you."

"How am I supposed to leave you now that you're already over?"

"Selfishly don't wanna give you time to be on someone else's lips."

"I'll take three short hours over three long weeks pretending like we don't exist."

"I know you'll be coming back."

"I like my bed, but it likes you too."

how many things

"There's no hiding from the thought of us."

"I've got ways to find you anywhere."

"I consider you, I'm not trying to."

"Your corner in my mind is well-established."

"I wonder how many things you think about before you get to me."

"I feel myself falling further down your priorities."

I still make excuses for you constantly."

"Remember when you left once?"

"Am I not even a second thought?"

bet u wanna

"It's cold out there, let me know what you found."

"Bet you wanna love me now."

"When you don't have control of who I'm holding, is it feeding all your fears?"

"If you're satisfied, touché."

"Your so-called friends are gone."

"I bet you hate the way that you said goodbye."

"I hate the way that you left me dry."

NONSENSE

"Think I only want one number in my phone."

"I might change your contact to 'don't leave me alone'."

"Treat me like a queen, now you got me feeling thrown."

"I can't help myself when you get close to me."

"I don't want no one else."

"Looking at you got me thinking nonsense."

"I can't find my chill, I must've lost it."

"You gotta keep up with me."

"I caught that L-O-V-E."

"How do you do this to me?"

"I don't even know anymore."

FAST TIMES

"Ahead of myself's an understatement."

"What the fuck is patience?"

"Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it."

skinny dipping

"We've been swimming on the edge of a cliff."

"I'm resistant, but going down with the ship."

"It'd be so nice if we could take it all off and just exist."

"Won't that be too nostalgic?"

"We won't bring up the past, we'll keep it bureaucratic."

BAD FOR BUSINESS

"All of my friends think I've gone crazy."

"They don't know me like my baby."

"We look good in photographs."

"Now you're taking up my nights."

"I've never been so glad to be so tired."

"I'm mad for you."

"It's sad but true and I know it."

"You're on my mind."

"You stole my life and it's showing."

"You had to go and break into my head."

"I'd make all the same mistakes again."

"I know everyone sees that you'll be the death of me."

"You're good for my heart, but you're bad for business."

decode

"You're good at the falling, not the staying there."

"You're good at the giving too much, then getting scared."

"You're good at impersonating someone who cares."

"You had me for a minute there."

"Where else can we go?"

"There's nothing left here to decode."

"I'm done looking for signs in the gaps and the silence."

"There's a weight off my shoulders now that I don't chase you."

"I'm learning from you that I can walk away too."

opposite

"Oh, so you do have a type and it's not me."

"Oh, so you can reply, just to not me."

"You knew I would see that."

"You knew I would notice."

"Should I be trying to take it as a compliment?"

"Why do you look so happy?"

"Now I think I get the cause of it."

"You were holding out to find the opposite."

"When you said I'm beautiful, was I being lied to?"

FEATHER

"I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind."

"Your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch."

"It feels so good not caring where you are tonight."

"I got you blocked, excited to never talk."

"I'm so sorry for your loss."

"You miss me? No duh."

LONESOME

"If I fall in love with all my problems, will they leave me too?"

"Maybe I believed in all your lies cause I believed in you."

"Why were you somewhere else when you were next to me?"

"I know you know it keeps me up."

"Did you even give a fuck?"

"There's no hope in misery."

"I can't escape your history."

"Tell me I was more than just a decent opportunity."

things i wish you said

"Sorry I left you in the dark."

"Everything reminds me of you."

"Nobody gets my jokes, everyone here thinks I'm fucking rude."

"When I saw you cry, I didn't handle it well."

"Without you here, I don't know what to do with myself."

"I saw you met somebody and I'm jealous as hell."

"I can't even fathom loving somebody else."

[charlidos]

Fanfiction fantasies

An illustrated summary

During this deep dive back into the Viggorli ocean, I've been reading more fanfiction than I have for years. In older fandoms, I used to read so much, but these last years it's been quite scarce.

Reading this much makes me think in terms of fanfiction; while I don't write it myself, I still have a million plot bunnies in my head.

My favourite fantasy/ plot bunny is inspired by chaosmanor's beautiful reunion/reconciliation stories. It goes something like this:

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V & O had some kind of relationship while filming but it ended long ago. It probably ended on a not good note, leaving a lingering feeling of melancholy over a great love lost. But in the present, with children and partners intact, they haven't been in contact for years.

However, since the birth of O's son, V has sent F a Christmas gift every year. A handmade toy of some sort (elaborate, beautiful and from a fairytale or a Nordic saga - because V is ridiculously brilliant like that), different each year. And as F gets older, it's his most beloved gift. The package always only says "Merry Xmas from Uncle Viggo" and O never explains anything to F and O never talks to V about it. (Possibly, the daughter also gets gifts...) Until F starts to wonder, starts to want to know more about the figurines and what the stories behind them are.

Somehow, F gets hold of V's telephone number (because O made sure to keep it all these years, somewhere safe and hidden) and calls V up. O finds out, is shocked and feels the need to call V to make excuses, since they had an unspoken deal about not being in contact with each other. The call leads to renewed contact, eventually renewed feelings and a trip to Spain for O and F. And it somehow ends happily for everyone. (My plots never has a more defined ending, I love pining and angst too much to know how to get to the happy part. But I still want that happy ending. Somehow.)

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This story would need, in my head, a companion piece in a getting together/ first time story from NZ. It would possibly be about their first time being during or in conjunction with getting lost in the rain forest (because I really, really want a long, detailed story about what happened there). It would go something like this.

V wants to show O this amazingly beautiful rainforest, but why does he ask O, why does he want to show O this wondrous place, and not someone else? There is a strong attraction between them, but V keeps resisting it, maybe even denying it. V has decided that O is too young, too beautiful, too much for poor old V. Still, V keeps acting the opposite and can't help wanting to show O the beautiful, magical forest he's discovered. Knowing O would be the only one who would truly appreciate it the same way. Nature seems to quiet O down, make him calm - and even more beautiful to V.

Getting lost, and a little scared in the infinite darkness and unfamiliar sounds of the forest, make them huddle up together for comfort and warmth. A particular kind of closeness that finally brings them both over that hurdle which has restrained them. How from then on, they venture into a relationship which lasts for the rest of the shoot. However, being male, they never really talk about it, just have intense nocturnal rendezvous whenever time allows during the hectic shoot.

Towards the end of their time in NZ, they are both too exhausted to meet in private very often, but when they do it's very intense but also all very unspoken. When they return to their own lives, they don't know how to transport what they had to fit with "real life". O is carried off in the whirlwind of his new-found fame and V goes, at first, back to where he was before LotR took him away: to art, to Henry. They still meet occasionally, trying to hold on to the feeling from NZ. But gradually, their meetings becomes few and far between, until, eventually, they stop. Maybe just fading out. Or maybe they have a final argument, putting an end it to it all. Maybe they decide it's better, for their own sanity, to break it off completely.

The whole time, they have never talked about how they feel about each other and perhaps it's not until they've lost touch that O really realises what he lost. Maybe V has long accepted his feelings for O, but doesn't want to say anything, too scared of being hurt, and becoming a burden to O in his career and life. And so it goes, until they haven't met for years. But with V keeping up with O's life all this time. And thus feeling inclined to send gifts to O's son... (There would be a lot of angst and pining, if I wrote this.)

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I wish I could write it for real... But if someone else feels inspired, please do! 🙏

[2-dsimp]

Hi NightFlurry again!!

Thank you so much for loving my ideas. I'm an avid reader of your blog and love making my own stories; I always check if you have anything interesting to read or any cool art.

While I was reading your genshin yandere otome game, my brain started churning, and I thought to myself, 'If there's a yandere school au, why can't there be a yandere fantasy au as well' I'm so glad you love my work, I was afraid that it wasn't good enough...ToT Anyways, I'm trying to brainstorm some backgrounds for other characters, so far I'm working on Kazuha, Wanderer, Ei, Dainself, Diluc, Kaeya, and Zongli, but feel free to ask/request for any particular character!!

Also, I love it when people comment back on my work. It makes me feel so happy when I read each comment even if it's as lengthy as 4 paragraphs! So please feel free to comment! P.S. I'd also love to hear your opinions 2-dsimp!!

Bye NightFlurry!!

And thank you for blessing me with such good food o(≧v≦)o

I just came back from a jog so my mind is racing with ideas to share and add onto to the fantasy au from my pov! Firstly I’ll just list off the few possible candidates I can see vying for the readers hand in holy or unholy matrimony depending on what ending you get!

Itto the Terrible (He’s a dragon Oni )/Childe the Abyssal knight. but I’ll probably introduce them sometime later so for now I’ll officially announce…

Tyrant Prince! Scaramouche

He’s shunned by the royals and commoners alike. The royals find him to be unfit for succession of the queens throne simply because he was adopted by the shogun and to add insult to injury he had commoners blood running through his veins or so they thought.

As for the reason why the commoners held Tyrant prince! Scaramouche in such low regards was because of his crass and cold behavior towards them. Just imagine the look of fear, embarrassment, and shock the commoners had when he looked at them like they were mere ants, an insignificant existence that wasn’t befitting of his presence nor his attention. And treated them as such.

Although To be fair, Tyrant prince!Scaramouche wasn’t always that way. In his younger days of youth he used to be sociable and warm towards his subjects. But an incident which brought his downfall into the dark abyss of turmoil. That was done by the hands of one who he thought of as a true friend. Caused his heart to grow cruel and cold towards commoners and nobles as a whole.

To make matters worse his relationship with his mother was already strained to the point where only bitterness remained lingering on his tongue whenever he spoke of her.

Not only that he wasn’t the only one the shogun adopted being the meticulous woman she is she rounded up potential orphans that would carry on her legacy. The succession battle was nothing less then pretty since everyone who was an orphan knew the terrible conditions of those who lacked power. And so every son and daughter had the intention to kill anyone getting in there way.

With those factors Tyrant prince! Scaramouche made a promise to himself to never let anyone in as he was all he had left to salvage what remains of himself. Until he met you someone who reminded him so much of himself and yet the only difference was you were strong enough to try and free yourself from what chained you down. Instead of wallowing in self pity, hatred, and helplessness.

However, with your help he knows that the both of you could take over his kingdom via rebellion and claim revenge on the ones who wronged you both. While You deal with your shameless parents who’ve tried to sell you off into marriage with a fat old rich king from afar. Just for a quick buck to prevent the decline in their poor province.

He will execute any and all loose ends so he can truly be set free as his own person. With Tyrant prince! Scaramouche by your side it’s a guarantee that the two of you will govern his country with nobody to stand in the way of y’all’s powerful reign. All you have to do is accept that your his precious tyrant queen if not well he has his ways of convincing you otherwise. As he’s not the type to keep his hands clean…

“Isn’t the scenery beautiful my queen look at what we accomplished, now that we’re in power no one will be able to defy us nor deny us of our existence. Together we’re unstoppable— My dear why’re are you shedding your precious tears? Aren’t you happy that your family is dead, you wanted them alive you say? Haha you’re joking right? Well I suppose you’re not, I offer my utmost condolences my love but they were the ones who almost prevented us from being together. For that I couldn’t just exile them…No, for such a grave sin it ‘twas only natural that death was the only option available for them to truly repent for what they’ve done.

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I might post doodles of him sometime later XD