#i love that this post is doing the rounds again

[crystallilytarot]

MDNI 18+post

Choose some glitter! How different will the sex be with them, when they want to make love to you and when they really want something passionate?

Pile 1

When it's making love. They will be very patient. I think for some of you, it's very important, and they really will be gentle. There will be a long foreplay. But it will be a full romantic night, probably a nice restaurant, maybe they buy something for you sometimes, they planned it. Really makes sure that you are in the mood. Very giving, caring, oral a lot. So much nakedness, they will love to see you naked. Make you cum during foreplay. It still will be intense.

When it's fucking. Well, yeah, it really will be fucking, hard, fast pace, very passionate, until you both will be so tired, you can't even get out of the bed anymore. Here can be some bondage and a little pain, maybe back scratching, because you will be so turned on. Loud, a little animalistic, but in a good way. After you will cuddle or just laying there together, holding hands.

Pile 2

When it's making love. I think for some of you it can be like tantric sex. It feels like a little vanilla, regular sex, but you are 2 emotionally mature person and even if it's not so extreme sometimes, it's still can be good. Still feels very sensual. You both are probably busy, so this moments are precious too. You are very loyal to each other, and the sexual attraction and chemistry are very good.

When it's fucking. I think you will prepare those nights, probably traveling or just really making sure there won't be any bothering things at home. It's still not very kinky, but you are so in love with each other! But if you have any fantasy, you will try it, maybe some roleplaying. I think it will be a long night, maybe more rounds, passionate and long foreplay too. Intense orgasm, than doing it again in the shower, than again...

Pile 3

When it's making love. I think it happens a lot when you have a hard time, stressful times, and your partner want you to relax a little and forget about it. Definitely a romantic date, I think something with nature can be important too, or just a little romantic walk hand in hand. Feels like the honeymoon phase. Probably massaging each other, and after sex helping to clean each other's body. It feels sweet, romantic. Really making love.

When it's fucking. Well it can be a little playful too, maybe you like to play, roleplay. Some breeding can be here too. But it can be very rough too. A little bit bdsm maybe, but you will talk about it before, I mean it can be intense, but you both want it. But still feels free, you can be yourself together both, trying everything you want. A little blindfolds, hair pulling. Probably someone is a little more dominant in this situation. Very sexual.

[starfxkr]

Can we have some gentle jj and kitty?!

Read that post and I need

-🛸🛸

(Hey girl it's been a minute lmao)

for you my love i'd do anything

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you'd been fussy all day--a throbbing migraine kept you curled up in a ball in the passenger seat, reduced to nothing but moral support as jj drove around getting supplies.

he hated seeing you like this even for something as mundane as a migraine, so the second he was able to he took you home, laying you in bed plying you with cold water until your feverish body cooled and you pawed at him to soothe a different ache.

"nuh uh, you just started feeling better just relax." jj tried to distract you by peppering kisses across your face but that just made you burn hotter, looking at him with round, pitiful eyes that made he melt, "nope, don't do that, s'not fair."

your pout deepens, "how am i not bein fair?"

he doesn't respond, not with words, but with a soft groan as he gives in to kiss your soft lips, shifting your body under his until you were cocooned by him and the surrounding pillows, looking like the spoiled kitten you were, "i just cant say no to you huh?"

there's no hiding your pleased smile when he pulls your shorts down, his mouth flooding when he spreads your legs and sees your plump lips already glistening in anticipation.

"alright, time to dig in." jj narrowly dodges the plushie you lob his way and pushes your legs to your chest to open you up more so he can dive in, spreading your lips to gaze. you couldn't help the soft gasp that exited your lips when he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your clit.

he doesn't waste time, dragging the flat of his up the length of your cunt just to feel you shudder. the soft feel of his lips had you melting into the bed--jj swirled his tongue around your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth with a gentle pressure that made more of your sticky arousal trickle down to your ass cheeks.

an almost imperceptible shift of hips caught your attention, and you gently thread your fingers through his hair, lifting his head to see him flushed, eyes hazy and lips shining with you as his tongue wanders aimlessly in search of you again, "jayj, are you okay? do you wanna-"

jj cuts you off with a sucking kiss to the tender flesh of your inner thigh, shaking his head at your statement, "don't worry bout me doll face, just let papa take care of you."

"oh-" you edge off into a pitiful whine the he puts his lips back on you with more fervor this time--sucking and kissing and licking your wet cunt until you could do nothing but dig your heels into his back, panting and moaning.

any other man would likely feel pathetic with how easily he got off on this, but jj never ddid, whenever made it a secret that he can and very often did cum just from eating you out and he was well on his way now, his leaking cock trapped beneath his body as he pressed his face deeper into you with wet, sloppy sounds, wrapping his arms around your thighs as you began to whimper and cry when your started to cum in waves--your clit twitched under his tongue and you struggled to fight him off in your increasing sensitivity. it felt like it took forever to fight him off as he chased every last drop of your cum until he shook with a strangled groan and spilled into his shorts.

you're both panting when he's finished, and you were already half asleep and looking at him through half lidded eyes when he kissed you, licking into your mouth so you could taste yourself.

"better?" jj gently pinches your cheek with a grin.

"mhm, don't you wanna-?"

he shushes you, trailing a finger over your bottom lip knowing you were halfway out on consciousness already, "just sleep, pussycat. you need it."

[bvidzsoo]

Shameless

⟡ Husband!Jongho ⟡

∞ Author: bvidzsoo

∞ Pairing: Choi Jongho x female reader

∞ Warning: suggestive, violence, torture, death, cursing

∞ Word count: 2.5k

∞ Genre: non-idol!au, mafia!au, marriage of convenience!au, established relationship!au

∞ Summary: Always hungry for more, in a world full of men who fought for more power, you might have just hit the jackpot by coming to an agreement and marrying the country's mafia leader's son. Soon, Jongho and you will be the one leading all.

∞ A/N: Second part of my so-called mafia drabble mini-series is up, and I quite like this one, I can't lie hihi. Despite the warnings, I haven't detailed anything too much, so it's not very graphic. Next I'll post either Seonghwa or Wooyoung, I'll see who's plot I'm feeling more. I'll point out once again that I won't be starting a taglist for this mini-series, so you'll have to lurk around ^^ Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy, and pls let me know your thoughts about it, I love reading your feedback, always!

⟡ Listen to this before or while reading! ^^

∥ Hongjoong ∥ Seonghwa ∥ Yunho ∥ Yeosang ∥ San ∥ Mingi ∥ Wooyoung ∥ Jongho ∥

            The quietness of the building would have been eerie if I didn’t know men hid around every dark corner, cameras encompassing the whole building. However, to those unknowing, it gave the false sense of aloneness. In my world, there are eyes on you always, even when you least expect it. And in a notorious mafia leader’s den, you better prepare yourself to face horror upon horror, rats upon rats. And not the animals, but mere peasants—low in the hierarchy of our world—who thought they could outsmart their leader and gain something by ratting them out to other gangs and syndicates. Except, that’s not how it works in our world, at least not in my husband and mine’s.

My heels clicked loudly against the concrete stairs as I ascended them, fur coat slipping from my shoulder as I held my little purse in one hand. It was slightly warmer up here, and more well lit compared to the downstairs. I rounded the corner and was met with two tall men, gazing straight ahead, until I stopped in front of them and caught their attention. Recognition flashed behind their eyes instantly. It wasn’t too often I stopped by the warehouse, I preferred fancy places and not beaten down lairs that had insects crawling around. Both figuratively and literally.

“Ma’am.” Both men bowed their heads in unison, eyes staying glued to the floor as I smiled, allowing my fur coat to slip down my shoulders.

“Do you mind putting this away for me?” I asked with a sweet tone, extending the expensive fur coat towards the man standing to my left.

“No, ma’am, it will be in your office this instant.” The man bowed his head again before he turned right and took off hurriedly, headed for my office. Well, it wasn’t my office per se, but my husband was sweet enough to let me have a decent sized room in this gloomy warehouse of his for when my presence was mostly needed. Like tonight.

“Is he in his office?” I asked as I looked towards the large oak doors at the end of the hallway, but the remaining security guard just shook his head.

“No, ma’am, he’s in the chamber.”

“Ah.” I chuckled, looking down towards the dark hallway on my left, suddenly registering the soft classical music that was coming from the only room down there. The chamber, or, better known, the torture room. For some reason, the men working here avoided calling it that and it had always amused me. Tough, bulky, fearless men uncomfortable to call it the torture room? It’s rather comedic, taken what their jobs in my husband’s empire require most of times from them. I offered the guard another sweet smile before throwing my purse over my shoulder, holding its paper-thin strap decorated with the finest diamonds on Earth, “I’ll be on my way, then.”

The guard bowed his head deeply and as I took off, the sound of my heels echoing around us, the soft classical music louder the further I walked down the hallway. The long sleeve of my dress did an amazing job at keeping the chill in the air away from my body, the fabric a black velvet and really warm. It was a present from my dearest husband, not even a week ago. I had gotten him a necklace filled with diamonds, and so, he felt it necessary to return the offer by buying me something pretty. He knows I have a weakness for long sleeved black velvet dresses with a deep V-cut. I chuckled as I stopped in front of the white door, the screams of whoever was behind the door not so quiet anymore. The music from up-close wasn’t loud enough to mask the pained moans anymore. I gripped the handle and pushed the door open, stepping inside.

There was a stale smell in the room and my eyebrows furrowed as I shielded my nose, the stench of blood familiar yet still disgusting. The clicking of my heels was masked by the overly loud screams of the man as I walked further inside the room, looking to my left. A man that looked slightly familiar was strapped down to a table, a drill buzzing as it rammed against his leg, no less into his bone. I shot him a pitiful look, the man begging louder and louder for it to stop as he noticed me. But in this den full of lions, I wasn’t the boss. It was my husband.

Choi Jongho.

Looking ahead, I was greeted with the familiar sight of him, relaxed into his leather armchair, swirling his bourbon around in his glass. I smiled at him sweetly as I slowly approached him, stepping on black carpet as Jongho watched me with attentive eyes, slightly darker in this lightning than they actually were. It made me grin in satisfaction when I noticed the diamond necklace around his neck, the top of his shirt undone. Well, that certainly was a delicious sight.

I came to a stop in front of the man, grin morphing into a smirk as he further parted his legs, grabbing my wrist to pull me to stand between them. Jongho took another gulp of his bourbon before placing the empty glass on the little table he had by the armchair, letting his head fall back as he looked up at me, sharp eyes trailing up from my legs to my eyes, biting his lower lip once we made eye contact.

“You look pristine for someone who’s torturing somebody.” My voice was low, perhaps sultry for such setting, but then again, I always found joy in toying with my dear husband when the situation wasn’t too fit for it.

“Hoshi just left, I wanted to be the one finishing the job.” Jongho’s usually angelic voice was now low, baritone rumbling his chest. I licked my lips, completely distracted by my husband as the screaming man’s voice became quite bearable after a while. I’ve heard people louder and more awful than him, to be fair.

“Of course,” I chuckled softly and gulped down a gasp as I was yanked down in Jongho’s lap, him sitting up properly as he circled my waist with his arm, leaning incredibly close to my face, “you love other people doing your dirty work for you, just to be the one to finish it.”

“If I have hired them, I expect them to do their part of the deal, you know.” Jongho muttered, eyes glued to my glossy lips. I had decided to try out a new lip gloss tonight, it tasted like strawberries. The man’s pained screams became rather pathetic by now as he continued wailing, the sound blending together with Jongho’s favorite musical piece. My husband has always loved a good opera.

“Care to tell me why the man looks familiar?” I threw a glance towards the tortured person on the table as I reached up, fingers tangling into Jongho’s black roots, softly pulling on them as his eyes fluttered just a little.

“He used to be my intel man,” Jongho’s voice was airy, but he gulped and his jaw clenched when my fingers pulled a little harsher at the hair on his nape, “turns out he was the rat sending information to my father.”

I scoffed, jaw clenching as I turned to look at the man laying strapped down to the table. So, he was the reason why Jongho’s, and subsequently my, affairs kept getting sabotaged, “Took you long enough to find him.”

“Don’t mock me, woman.” Jongho snapped, grabbing my jaw and turning my head back to face him, “I worked faster than your pathetic excuses of goons did, didn’t I?”

“No need to get so worked up, honey,” I chuckled, leaning so close our noses brushed together, “however, you could have been smarter about this.”

When Jongho said nothing just raised his eyebrows, his right hand slipping from my waist to my ass to squeeze, I smirked at him, leaning close to his ear, “You should have kept him alive and fed him with false intel, fucked with your father a little, you know?”

When I went to pull back, Jongho gripped my nape and held me in place, lips brushing lightly against my exposed ear as my hair was pulled back in a low bun, “I would have done that if my father already didn’t know that I had found out about this little fucker.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, Jongho’s musky scent mingling with the stench of blood making my stomach tighten as I leaned back, the hand holding his nape sneaking towards his neck as I started toying with the necklace I had gifted him, “So, when are we going after you father?”

“As soon as your brother bites down on our trap.” I smirked, excited for the day to come as Jongho’s large palm squeezed my ass once, before softly making me stand up. I knew what he wanted without saying a word, and I grinned as I grabbed my forgotten purse off the floor, opening it. I made sure to bend down just the right amount in front of Jongho, my dress ridding up but not to the point of showing my ass, and I heard him suck in a harsh breath. Bingo, men are so easy. My favorite handgun glinted in the light and I blew Jongho a kiss before walking towards the screaming man, hips swaying in a way I knew would have Jongho hard in no time.

You see, our marriage wasn’t out of love, it wasn’t even close to that of a forced one. Our marriage was of convenience, both of us hungry for more and determined to do whatever we had to in order to get to the top. Jongho’s father, the most powerful mafia head in the country, and my brother, the second most affluential man of our country, were our targets. Once both were gone, Jongho and I would be ruling over everyone and everything in this damned country. And we were so close to finally getting what we wanted, five years of hard and diligent work finally getting repaid as his father was getting sloppy with his trades, and my brother arrogant to the point he was making banal mistakes even a newbie wouldn’t make. Soon, the empire would be mine—and Jongho’s. Soon, people would be bowing down at our feet, begging for their sins to be forgiven.

I stopped by the man’s side and turned the drill off, his screams ringing for a few more seconds until just his sobs were heard. His body was covered in wounds and bruises as it convulsed, he was as good as dead at this point. I sighed, feigning sadness as I stepped back, walking to the foot of the table, undoing the safety of my handgun. The man’s eyes widened when he registered my presence at his feet, but before he could make a sound, the bullet had already pierced his skull, the silencer on my handgun masking the sound and its lethalness. Claps resounded in the room, the classical music finally over, and I rolled my eyes and turned around. Jongho had an amused smile on his face as he stopped clapping, holding my purse as I slowly walked back towards him, eyes narrowing when he extended his palm, silently asking for my handgun. I reluctantly placed it in his hand and we shared a prolonged stare, our thoughts no doubt the same. If he killed me now, he’d be the next mafia head and yielder of all business. But he placed my handgun inside my purse and then gently placed that on the small table, next to his glass.

As I went to cross my arms in front of my chest and demand to know why he had flown oversees without letting me know first, I was yanked down in his lap again, this time failing to silence my gasp. I steadied myself using his firm shoulders, thighs resting on both sides of his hips, the leather soft against my naked skin. Jongho’s right hand rested on my left knee, slowly gliding up towards my thigh, his palm warm and yet rings cool against my skin. I gulped as Jongho smirked confidently, and quite smugly, leaning up to press our chests together.

“This dress drives me fucking insane,” He rasped, eyes staying glued to my exposed cleavage, “I’m glad I bought it for you.”

I chuckled, but didn’t allow myself to get sidetracked. I already knew Jongho and his tactics when he tried to avoid something, and it was always sex. Well, he wouldn’t get that until he did some explaining.

“Why did you go to Japan?” I raised an eyebrow, glaring down at him despite the way his hands were slowly creeping closer to my panties.

“Had to supervise some cargo before it got sent off.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

At his deadpan voice, I sneered and leaned in his face, glaring into his dark eyes, “Don’t fucking lie to me, Jongho. You have enough men to do that for you. If I find out you’re doing something behind my back, I will kill you.”

“Relax, love,” Jongho chuckled, hand slipping to my ass and kneading the flesh through the lacey panties I wore. I bit my lower lip, hiking myself a little higher up in his lap, “When I made my vows to you, I meant it when I said we’d stay together forever—unless you are conspiring behind my back, about to break my trust.”

“That’s not my style, and you know that.” I chuckled as Jongho’s fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, making me lick my lips just as he leaned up, closing the distance between us. It’s been a week since I last have felt his lips against mine, and I moaned against his mouth as he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, slowly releasing it with a pop. But I didn’t allow him to pull back as I chased after his soft mouth, our lips moving messily as Jongho’s palm on my ass urged me to roll my hips against his already growing erection. I groaned into his mouth, slipping my tongue past his lips when he opened up enough, our tongues dancing together as he let me explore his hot mouth. His free hand caressed my hip before slowly trailing up my body, cupping my breast and squeezing as I moaned again, gyrating my hips in the right way, slow and teasing, knowing well that Jongho would lose his cool in the next ten seconds. And as I bit his bottom lip, sucking it between my teeth and biting hard on it, his eyes flew open and he hissed, all but almost ripping my panties apart as he yanked them down, urging me to raise slightly up as I smirked, kissing all the way from his jaw up to his ear, taking his earring between my teeth as I licked at his earlobe with my tongue.

The world wasn’t ready for our empire.

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[fagm0m]

Mom who posts on a forum about how she feels guilty for taking advantage of her son being on antidepressants because he gets oh so sleepy during the day.

vrmom1970: Hello fellow moms! I'm a frequent viewer of this particular forum space, but today I make my first post! I did a bad thing today. But it felt so...good. So exhilarating! LOL! My transgender son (22) has been depressed for quite some time after his girlfriend broke up with him, and so he was prescribed some antidepressants to help him deal with it. However, the antidepressants make him terribly tired! Yesterday, he was asleep on the couch, looking so peaceful and cute. I went to put the blanket that was hanging off of him back over him, when I noticed he had on no panties! Along with that, his tits were spilling out of the only article of clothing he was wearing, a tank top. I've seen my son nude before, he practically is a nudist the way he's allergic to wearing clothing unless guests are over. Anyway, I don't know what came over me. I went to go and tuck his breasts back into shirt, they were very soft, areolas big and round (just like mine!) nipples hard and plump like gumdrops...something disgusting and nasty took over me, because without a second thought, I put his breast in my mouth! I started sucking and groping them, like a madwoman! I never knew I could be so perverted and taboo, but even as I write this my girldick is throbbing just thinking about it! Ugh! I think reading you ladies posts has turned me into a fully fledged pervert! Anyway, I think I was sucking too hard, because he started moaning! I quickly pulled away and he turned over, covering himself with the blanket. I let out a sigh of relief before I headed upstairs and instantly had to relieve myself! I came as hard as the first time I stumbled upon this forum two years ago, cum shooting all over my own face as I laid in bed thinking about how I sucked my son's breasts, and about what else I would've done had he not started stirring! My gosh, I think I'm gonna have to go pleasure myself again, so this ends this forum post! I will keep you guys updated on if I decide to do something like this again! xoxo :)

comments:

badmamabutchbitch: next time try and slide a finger in for me ;)

wildestdesiree: wow that was so hot! how big are his tits? i bet his t-dick is huge!

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auntrena: one of my favorite commenters finally makes a post! so exciting! First of all, WOW. I can't believe your first encounter already had you with a mouthful of your son's tits! Secondly, we need part two! I'm soaking wet right now as I sit in bed on my laptop! Imagining you were sucking my nipples was so hot! Next time try and see if you can suck his dick or even get him to suck yours! Eagerly awaiting your next post! xoxoxo!

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[lemongogo]

[patrickztump]

patrick stump appreciation post: feat. pete – 13/∞

[concert-bflat]

ONE THING THAT FUCKING KILLS ME ABOUT IVAN AND TILL SINGING MY CLEMANTIS THAT I'M NOT SEEING ANYONE POINT OUT??

IN THE ORIGINAL MY CLEMANTIS MIZI AND SUA SING THE FINAL “MY CLEMANTIS” TOGETHER BUT IN TILL AND IVAN’S VERSION IVAN SINGS IT ALONE???

You know. Because. Unrequited Feelings and All.

THE FACT THAT HE SINGS THAT LINE AFTER SINGING "Oh my Clemantis, please stay by my side"

TILL DOESN'T EVEN SEEM TO HUM THE LAST PART WITH IVAN, NOR DOES HE SING THE LAST LINE WITH HIM LIKE MIZI AND SUA DO TOGETHER. HE FUCKING DOESN'T STAY BY IVAN'S SIDE

ALSO. IVAN'S VOICE TREMORING AT THE VERY END OF HIM SAYING THE FINAL "CLEMANTIS"

I FUCKING HATE IT HERE

[sunforgrace]

you guys please understand they were going to say “CASTIEL’S PERSONAL HEAVEN” and paper the walls like a teen girls room with pictures of dean pictures of dean’s face PLASTERED onto the bodies of beefcakes all while cheek to cheek blares out. as brought to you by fucking metatron

[greywoe]

Why did I come here? These are not my gods. This is not my place.

[steelycunt]

people talk about them getting back together post-poa but really. i think there is a brief period right after the end of poa but before they’re having sex in the kitchen at grimmauld place where they’re sort of hanging about with other people and remus passingly refers to sirius as his ex boyfriend and sirius gets sooo pissy he is like ???? Pardon. Since when am i your EX boyfriend we didn’t break up??? okay so what i thought you were the traitor we still never actually had that conversation we NEVER broke up?? we did not break up. Well we didn’t do it officially. Well my memory is patchy but I’m sorry I Dont think that happened because I don’t think I would have Liked That. So really actually we’re still boyfriends. If you think of it like that? because we didn’t break up. and remus has to be like sirius. you went to prison for twelve years

[crossbackpoke-check]

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

[forestofsprites]

i love people so much. hopelessly starry-eyed about the whole thing

[thefrogdalorian]

Sometimes I find myself thinking about Din Djarin a little too much that I get concerned and think that I really should go to therapy...

Well, I'm finally doing that (again) tomorrow... :)

Feeling pretty nervous about it but hoping that because I now know I'm autistic it will help me understand/explain things a little better! Hopefully this is the start of a journey to finally become a healthier, happier version of myself :)

[puppyeared]

everything is made of shapes. theyre molecules to me

[katzenkarussell]

Just playing with an Idea:

Naranja Academy is having a fundraiser and Arven decides to do one of those where you get to cut off some of his hair for donations. As it is getting pretty short Penny decides to pay to give him the Fuckboy Fade TM.

And Director Clavell walks around the corner and sees Arven, looking like fucking Turo and after a minor (metaphorical) hearattack, it clicks. Sada never told him who Arven's other parent was, but here he has an almost replica: Arven. It explains why Turo just disappeared during Sada's maternity leave- turned in his notice, took all his vacation days, and was gone within 48 hours. And then no comment from Sada on it ever.

Arven is none the wise, but raises a good amount, and runs around with the buzzcut for a while, with Penny/Nemona/MC constantly asking to touch. It takes time but it grows out nicely.

[otterlyart]

Everyone's deep in their EXU: Calamity cups today, huh?