#but it's smutty-ish

[yanderemommabean]

Bee audio I wanted to share with everyone

AYE YO, YOU LISTEN TO GWA STUFF TOO? (Maybe not but GoneWildAudio takes me to the soundgasm website more often than not)

Glad to know the bee fever is alive and well still lol

-Mommabean

[longlivedelusion]

Wrote this imagine at 3am cause I'm feral. This is for all my girlies who don't/can't relate to the whole "being a geyser" thing, which is hot still so keep writing y'all, but for whatever reason that may be some of us can't be that! We all have different journeys with it, and why's, and idk I just wanted to write this scene.

Never wrote anything smutty before but enjoy???

Minors DNI!

Masterlist

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Imagine Bucky's on his knees in front of you, taking his sweet time eating you out, your leg over his shoulder as his metal fingers curl into you. Your body grinding hard into him while he gets you closer and closer to screaming his name, coating his tongue and fingers with all you had to give.

But before you could cum you stopped him, making him furrow his brows.

You told him about how you can't get wet really after you come once, so it's hard to fuck afterwards. You told him you could come later, together. But all he does is smirk before his hand reached across you waist to hold you down. You couldn't even protest before his tongue was assaulting you again, spearing into and on you with renewed vigor. You came hard and fast with that, your body shaking as his mouth took every last drop of you.

When he let go of you, you frowned. "I told you, I can't -"

"Oh don't worry. I'll make sure you're plenty wet for me when I take you doll." He reached over to open his drawer, pulling out a bottle. "Over. And over again."

Fuck.

"I'm gonna fucking drench your pussy." He whispered dropping a handful of lube onto his cock - a slick, squelch sound coming from his hand as he slowly coated his hard length. "I'm gonna soak that pretty pussy, make you take my cum so you can stay nice and wet for me all night. You want that?"

He'd tease his tip at your entrance, barely having to make a move before his tip would 'accidentally' slide in. You both moaned, how easy it was for him, your body relaxed as you felt his soaked cock ease into you.

"See how -fuck- well you take me? Don't worry about anything baby, I'll take care of you."

[stupidfuckingwindow]

Hands // Driver

Nsfw is up for debate. Horny is in the eye of the beholder. It is bordering at this point.

His hands tremble. In anticipation, in anger. It doesn't matter. He flexes them against the steering wheel of his car, balls up his hands so tightly that the leather of his gloves squeak.

Driver's grip is punishing, wherever it is. There are fingerprints bruised into your hips, little crescent shapes etched into your thighs from his nails, and your wrists sometimes feel like they've been crushed. They're so damn sore from the way he'd pinned them against the hood of his car and squeezed them together.

It takes little for him to pry your thighs open when he's between them. Driver exerts little force, knowing damn well he doesn't need it. It's easy to slot himself between those pretty legs of yours. He can't help that he finds himself touching them so often.

And when he's not wearing gloves, the callouses on his hands are an entirely new texture on your skin. His fingers are rough from constantly working with them.

You can't help but wonder where he'll put them next.

I don't know how to end this thanks cliffhanger syndrome

[uncertainwallflower]

NAVEL TO NECK For @jilymicrofics July 2023. Prompt: familiar. Words: 149. Rating: Mature.

The undampenable desire to lick a man navel to neck was an unfamiliar sensation. But there it was. Heavy in her stomach, wet on her tongue.

She had seen James shirtless a handful of times, all of them at Hogwarts, most often after a Quidditch victory when robes became limiters to celebration. And there was that one time in the boys' dormitory. Come to think of it, this was a uniquely similar situation: hair forced back in wet strands of ebony, shoulders freckled with water droplets, towel hung low on the waist, caught expression on the face.

Her eyes dragged past pectorals born of years as an Auror, along inflecting ribs, down taught-skinned abdominals, following the hard line of the hips to where the trail of dark hair dragged the eyes down and disappeared below soft white cotton. She wanted to lick him and she hated herself for it.

[my-cabbages-gorl]

Bewildered, Zukaang fic snippet & ch. 2 of Bewitched

Alright I decided to give in and write a continuation of my other fic that was intended to be a one-shot but I couldn’t not explore a one night and one night only dynamic between these two because it was TOO JUICY.

Here’s a lil snippet, whole thing should be up soon!Aang is 22, Zuko is 26 in this fic!

Some tags: Romance, first time, implied nudity, teen & up! ~

In the cradle of the pink cherry blossom breeze, something ancient roared to life. Where before, they had danced under the sun with dragons and ancient fire; tonight, they danced under the purple moon in the light of an entirely new flame. 

Time raced unforgivingly. The clamoring of their hands, raking and pulling at what clothing remained on their bodies, dragged them through seconds that hurtled into minutes without their permission. With every sloppy kiss, every moan, they exchanged tormented pleas, entreating time to stop. But she would not yield. 

In the friction of their bodies shifting against one another, Zuko slid a hand between them, pressing his fingers into the scoop where Aang’s muscled chest met his sternum. Pushing gently with his palm, he did what felt unbearable; he tore his mouth from Aang’s, momentarily slowing the uncoiling energy between them. 

“Aang, wait.” Zuko exhaled sharply and pressed his forehead to Aang's, catching his breath. Looking down, he was reminded that his completely naked body was flush against Aang, save for the robe draped loosely around his shoulders. 

“It’s too fast, isn’t it?” Aang’s hands on Zuko’s waist pushed to put a few inches of distance between them. “I’m sorry,” Aang fingered the ties of Zuko’s robe and started to draw them back together. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for.” 

Zuko shook his head. “No, that’s not it. I’m ready,” a laugh danced across his lips, “I've been ready.” His palm slid down Aang’s stomach to pause where his hands were redressing him. “I just don’t know what it will be like to be friends... after this.” He inhaled, the laugh fading from his eyes. 

Aang furrowed his brow, his mouth curled at the corners. Freeing a hand from Zuko’s grip, he fit his palm against Zuko’s jaw, the pad of his thumb sweeping across the valley below his chin. “I can’t remember a time when we were only friends, Zuko.” Candlelight fluttered across the bright apricot-colored flush on his cheeks, “Can you?” 

Zuko shook his head again, a whisper of a smile and his amber eyes burned bright with definitiveness in the candlelit darkness. His hand closed around Aang’s wrist, guiding it up to where his robe hung from his shoulders.

“Take this off me.” The words feathered over Aang’s kiss-swollen lips. As the red silk slipped past their bodies and crumpled around their feet, they surrendered. Tonight, in the shadow of the fall moon, they’d let the ultimacy of their tangled years to take them under.  ~

Stay tuned!

[kcyars99]

And can you blame her? Why should she care? They berated her for years for getting shot by one of them… they don’t like or support her and they played the sodomite for that Canadian baldie so why should she give a fruck?!?!

These nigs don’t deserve her!

[miss-celestia13]

Blood Flows in a Spiral

A Jonerys Romance

Since I just posted the second chapter, I figured I’d share it here now. My new Jonerys story, Blood Flows in a Spiral, can be read on Ao3. A snippet of the first chapter can be found below the line ❤️

Summary:

Amid the turmoil of war, exhausted nurse Daenerys Targaryen faithfully tends to the wounded. It isn’t long before a gravely injured Jon Snow arrives under her care. Despite Dany’s reluctance to open up, an unexpected romance ignites.

Their bond deepens as they discover they share a mysterious affliction: strange, unsettling dreams that speak of a profound connection. To secure their future, Jon and Daenerys must unravel the enigma of these visions, facing their pasts and uncovering hidden truths along the way.

Snippet:

The white wolf howled at a moonless sky.

The dark woods stood as noble black knights, fresh from the fields of legend as he passed by their ancient rooted forms.

Forlorn and lost, his silver sheened fur marked in blood, dirt, and ash as he slunk through the forest. He moved deeper within the pine labyrinth and refused the urge to turn back. Freedom beckoned from behind, a siren song in his blood. He ignored it.

His paws kissed the cold earth with a lightness that shouldn’t have been possible for an animal of such size. His stance was confident and strong, muscles rippling under the short fur on his body. He moved fluidly, nose twitching as he tried to catch a scent of something that could help his search.

He couldn’t remember a time before this.

It felt to the wolf that he’d always been searching, always looking, and chasing hints of promise in the air that always led to nothing. The hunt was in his blood. The woods were his domain and he would succeed. He had to succeed.

The forest was a tapestry of secrets, each thread leading to a different mystery, and he had unraveled many in his time here. This search proved less agreeable, but the wolf continued on, unfettered and sure that by winter’s end, he’d find it.

A frigid breeze whipped through the trees, dry leaves crinkled and trembled as the wind swirled through the grass. It carried the smells the wolf hated. Infection. Death. War. The acrid taint of smoke never left this land, and the wolf knew it had always been so.

Snow was on its way. The sky itself seemed to hold its breath in preparation as the temperature dropped, and the wolf prowled and leaped over broken, burnt boughs. He did not know what he sought. His keen scarlet gaze scanned the gaps in the woods as his huffing breath clouded the chill air.

Branches and tiny bones crunched under his claws as he bounded through the woods and followed the strange pull he felt in his chest. It glowed and warmed, pulsing and aching with the beat of his heart.

Find me, find me, find me, it seemed to say. Urgent and silent, but heard like a dinner bell to the racing white beast.

His swift paws whispered on the forest floor, gliding through the undergrowth like shadows guided by the smattering of glittering stars above. The crisp air tasted sweeter the deeper he traveled. The scent trails left by his kin had long gone cold, and a familiar despondency threatened to overwhelm him, but something new was emerging.

It reminded the wolf of meat charred over a fire. And something bright, warm, and beautiful lingered at the very edge of it. It called to him. His mouth watered, eyes sharpening and ears flattening to his head as he took off running.

The black velvet night slowly lightened to gunmetal with fissures of ruby, cobalt, and violet marbling the clouds as the wolf hunted. Rich damp earth tickled his sensitive nose, the panicked scent of rabbits and other small creatures enticed his empty belly, but his goal wasn’t to eat.

He wasn’t sure what his true purpose was, only that he had one.

As the sun glimmered and rose, dawn broke silently like a heart in distress. The world would soon awake and bathe the day in fire once more. The wolf knew he had little time left.

Ignore the image below. It’s the banner for chapter two!

[strangenewwords]

I wrote some spirk smut. Jim tells Spock he loves him. They just happen to be in the middle of other things at the moment. (It's sex. They're having sex.)

[cinderella-ish]

Hm, for question #18, let’s do Yuki! 🩵

Ooh, ok! (Again, for this ask game!)

So, between the time the curse ends and they all graduate, I think Yuki would come out of his shell more and more and drop some of his princely act to the point where some of the fan club girls are like "we were really fawning over that?!" By the time he gets to college, he's completely done pretending, and the friends he makes in his undergrad all like his weird self. He still has some classmates who are aware of how handsome he is, but he doesn't have nearly the mystique he did back in high school, and everyone knows he's actually kind of a disaster (and his girlfriend is a bit scary) so no one harasses him.

I like to think Yuki and Kakeru went to the same university (seems likely they went to Kyoto U). I think Machi joined them, too, once she graduated a year later. I think he and Machi got married the day she turned 20, and she got pregnant with Mutsuki during her final year of university, even though they used contraception. Yuki became a stay-at-home parent once Machi was ready to start working, and eventually they moved back to Tokyo largely so they could split childcare costs/responsibilities with Kakeru and Ayame, and so Yuki could go back to work.

I think Yuki would've continued to grow closer with Ayame through the years, and would've stayed close with Haru and Kakeru forever. I also think Yuki and Kyo would've eventually grown to be actual friends, though neither of them would admit that for literal decades. When Yuki and Machi start visiting Tohru and Kyo together (instead of Yuki going alone), Kyo and Machi end up hanging out while Yuki and Tohru have time to catch up, and they end up pretty good friends. I don't think Yuki would've stayed particularly close to any of the other Sohmas, though he makes his appearances at holidays and family events after Mutsuki is born and befriends all his cousins.

(I also believe Kyo was Yuki's first love.)

I've seen a bunch of different theories for what Yuki does for work. He's obviously very good in school, and I personally see him building upon what he got out of student council. His arc, to me, always seemed to push him further away from the Sohmas as time went on, so I actually really like the idea of him having a job that required occasional international travel. I could see him as a diplomat, since he was quite good at working with a variety of challenging personalities and I think he'd be able to navigate delicate situations quite well.

I think he would start a little indoor herb garden in college, even though he never learned how to cook so he'd never actually use the herbs in a culinary context. Kakeru would tease him about it every time he'd come over, and would then use the herbs to cook something. Machi would help him keep it up once she joined him. I think she'd know some basics of cooking, but they'd basically live on takeout and convenience store meals (and Machi wouldn't even trust Yuki to microwave them at first!). I think Mutsuki would eventually be his gardening partner, and he'd have a vegetable patch once they moved back to Tokyo.

By the time Mutsuki can walk, I think Yuki and Machi would be resigned to keeping a neater living space, but he'd find all sorts of ways to keep it from being too "perfect" as an expression of love to her. I think they'd hire cleaning staff but Yuki would either give detailed instructions on how to keep things just messy enough for Machi, or he'd come home early on the days they clean to mess things up before she got home.

I think, as a parent, it's clear Yuki and Machi are very loving. I think they'd both take a lot of joy in experiencing Mutsuki's childhood with him, since they both kind of lost out on their own childhoods, and they'd encourage his creativity, sometimes to their own chagrin. Yuki would be kind of amused by all the mischief Mutsuki gets up to, though he'd still try and redirect Mutsuki's energy when necessary. I see them practicing a very gentle positive discipline style. I think he and Machi would be a pretty balanced parenting team, and they'd just want Mutsuki to have the freedom neither one of them had as a kid, as well as an abundance of love.

I think Yuki would have a relationship with his mother after high school, but it would be on his terms or not at all. I got the sense that he had hope for their relationship after her last appearance in canon, so I think he'd want to give her a chance to be in his life. I think it would be tough, but he'd also be patient because of the way his relationship with Ayame changed. I think their biggest hurdles would be related to his marriage to Machi and to Mutsuki's upbringing. If his mother was able to respect his decisions and not try to control him (or Mutsuki), then I think they'd continue to have a relationship, even if it's not particularly close or warm. Part of me hopes she'd eventually be able to apologize for selling him when he was a child.

I think Yuki would be Hajime's favorite uncle, and the two of them would take breaks from family events together a lot when Hajime was growing up (Hajime because he'd need a nap, and Yuki because he can only deal with so much of his family).

As a husband, I think Yuki would get gifts for Machi fairly often. I think he'd tease her all the time, and their (rare) arguments would usually end in laughter. If he proposed with a ring, I think he'd get Machi something like this. I think they'd continue to be a bit oblivious about PDA and

NSFW headcanons below the cut!

I think both Yuki and Machi would both turn to sex for comfort, on both hard days and good days. I don't think they'd often communicate verbally about sex, but they'd have a really good intuition about each other's needs and desires.

I think Machi would panic if she felt she was expected to "perform" during sex, while Yuki would love knowing he made her feel good. So, I can't see Machi riding him or giving head, for example, while I imagine Yuki would go down on her as often as possible and love figuring out what she likes. I think they'd use each other's names a ton during sex, and their first few times would be a bit rushed and frantic but they'd eventually settle into their own style (with lots of teasing from Yuki). I can see him regularly getting her all worked up only to make her wait a little longer, smirking the whole time.

I see Machi as a bit of a pillow princess and Yuki as a bit of a service top (oof, there are a bunch of contradicting definitions of this, but here, I'm using "top" to mean "the person performing the act on their partner" and "service top" to mean "topping in a way that prioritizes the bottom's pleasure."). I think they would occasionally have one of two very, very light Dom/sub dynamics. When Machi is the Dom, I can see the dynamic being very straightforward where she tells Yuki what she wants and he gladly provides. When Yuki is the Dom, I can see a bit of a brat/tamer dynamic developing, with lots of teasing from Yuki, of course (I'm currently writing a chapter of like the flowers and the bees where they begin to explore this dynamic - it'll be chapter 4 when I post it!). I don't think either of them would be at all aware that they're engaging in light BDSM, and they wouldn't really have words for it, but it'd come to them pretty naturally because it's basically already their dynamic from outside the bedroom.

So... those are my headcanons for Yuki! Thank you again for asking! 😁

[cyarskaren52]

[cyarskj52]

FIVE. TIMES…. Jesus… I’m so glad she’s ok.

[uncertainwallflower]

TENDER FLESH For @jilymicrofics July 2023. Prompts: tender and icy. Words: 363. Rating: M.

Ok-ok-ok-ok-ok. So, as this month’s @jilymicrofics prompts were chosen by @athenasparrow, I thought what better opportunity to get some smut-writing practice in? (For future chapters of BTDATS 😏) With this logic, I’ve challenged myself to write a promoted microfic every day this month. Day 1: it’s not active smut (apologies, we’ll get there) but it is...mentioned?

Lily groaned. Rolled over. Morning was bleeding through the curtained windows, and the small alarm clock denoted seven o’clock. She sat up and the sheets fell away, exposing her bare skin to the icy air. She breathed her complaint, feeling around the floor for a top, and coming up with a too-large jumper that she pulled on quickly. No knickers to be spoken of. She sighed. Stood up. Quickly sat back down.

Behind her, the sheets shifted, revealing the tanned expanse of James Potters's chest. His black hair was a mess. His long-lashed eyes—unobscured by glasses tossed mindlessly away the night prior—were barely open as he hid a yawn behind his hand. Stretched. Then, as his veined arm fell back to the bed and the tips of his fingers found the downy skin of her very lower back, he asked, “What’s the matter?”

She peeked over her shoulder at him. “You’re the matter.”

“What did I do?” His voice was rough from sleep and so endearing.

Lily scoffed, feeling under the comforter in hopes of locating her underwear, and finding only James’s legs. A second glance showed his raised brows. There was no point hiding it: the ache of her hips that rendered her unable to stand, walk, function independently, for the foreseeable future. But, Merlin, he was going to be so unbearable about it. She cleared her throat. “You appear to have fucked me so thoroughly I’ve lost the use of my hips.”

There was no hiding the grin that stretched across his beautiful face. She was only glad he didn’t outwardly laugh. She scowled. His hand slid to her hip, thumb massaging circles into the tender flesh. “I’m sorry, Love.”

“You don’t look sorry.”

He made a pitiful attempt to erase the smile, pushing himself across the bed and, Merlin forbid, exposing more of his wholly naked body, so he could place a warm kiss on each of her gooseflesh hip bones. Then he looked up at her with dark round eyes and said in his most innocent voice, “Guess that means you’ll need help showering, huh?”

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[noonaishere]

I swear to you, readers, one day I will learn to write something that isn't a slow burn, but until that day...

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[kcyars99]

At this point, she chose the bear👏🏿

[furubaycrossing]

top 5 manga ♡

!!! let’s go!! a forewarning though— I’m a shoujo/romance girlie through and through

1. fruits basket of course ! 🥹🥹

2. A Sign of Affection 😫🩷

3. Blue Spring Ride

4. InuYasha

5. Kamisama Kiss

I’d say that these are the series I’m constantly rereading and have several volumes of in my collection (I’m still building it but fruits basket and inuyasha volumes are really hard to find where I am tbh so I’ve mostly read online what I don’t physically own yet) but also honourable mention to Sailor Moon, Yona of the Dawn, Black Bird by Kanoko Sakurakoji, Peach Girl, Futari de Koi wo Suru Riyuu (does this manga have an English title?? I don’t even know but it’s cute af), and lastly In the Clear Moonlit Dusk by Yamamori Mika amongst many others

[90363462]

I been praying for this ever since he talked reckless about Megan and siding with that abusive midget

Side note: to all those who think he’s talking about someone else in that lyric even if he was (and most likely it’s not) it’s about bad timing. For example , one of iconic rapper biggie smalls lyrics “time to get paid, blow up like the world trade “ may not seem insensitive because it may be interpreted as the same definition as “spending money like it’s going out of style “ or something like that but in the days following the events of September 11th, 2001 which happened years after the 1993 World Trade Center bombing , hearing words “blow up” and “world trade “ in the same sentence is considered insensitive and too soon

But seriously its goes without saying that Drake is a biiiichmade rapper who harshly goes after women who want nothing to do with him but is subliminal when male rappers who are harshest towards him (not to mention the fact that he’s been accused of sexual harassment and other creepy and weirdo behavior) and if this is the year to celebrate the downfall of him then We can get this shit rocking RIGHT NOW