#sex is implied

[moonlightpirate]

Okay AO3 is down I was actually inspired to write. Sorry if this sounds bad. This fic is like a second part the first being Secret Worlds: The Necklace. In this part you and your boyfriend Joey finally get to see each other after your time apart. Yes it is fluffy and sex is implied. Again i made reader without gender so everyone may enjoy! Link to masterlist here. Link to ao3 here. Fic is below as well

Anxiously you pulled into Joey's driveway. Finally after months apart you were going to see him. Apparently he was excited as well as he was standing outside waiting for you. You fumbled at your seat belt as Joey opened the door for you. He laughed as you almost threw yourself at him as you jumped out of the car into his arms. 

"I missed you too. How was the drive?" Joey chuckled as he hugged you tightly. 

You buried your face against his neck breathing in his scent, "it wasn't a bad drive. How have you been?" You inquire as you step back and look into his blue eyes.

He smiled down at you, "haven't been bad. I wrote a few songs that maybe I can use on the next album.". 

"Oh I can't wait to hear them! But let's get inside. I'm so ready for a shower and food.".

Out of nowhere he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer while his other hand gently brought your face to his as he kissed you passionately. You practically melted against him as time seemed to freeze as you kissed.

"Sorry I couldn't resist. It's been too long." He whispered as he broke the kiss.

You gently rested your forehead against his, "Don't be sorry and kiss me again.".

You pulled him back into another kiss. This one was a bit more passionate than the last one. 

"Let's get inside before someone does see us y/n." Joey giggled as he went around to your trunk and helped you get your bags out. 

You groaned playfully as you helped him with your bags. You made your way into the house, the door barely closed behind you before Joey spun you around and kissed you again. You laughed a bit as you wrapped your arms around his neck kissing him back. 

"I seriously want food and a shower before all this dear." You playfully laugh as you pull back from his kiss.

"Sorry y/n I have just missed you so much. Go shower, what do you want to eat?" Joey sighed. 

"Surprise me. I'm not picky, just hungry. If you want to order a pizza or something maybe you can join me in the shower instead." You winked as you turned and made your way upstairs. 

You laid out some clothes on the bed as you waited for the water to warm up. Just as you took off your clothes and went to get into the shower Joey showed up at the door staring at you. 

"Going to just stand there and watch me or are you going to join?" You tease. 

Without hesitation Joey takes off his clothes and gets into the shower with you. He watches as you lather your hair with shampoo and rinse it out. Without asking he grabs the wash cloth and puts your favorite soap on it and begins to rub it over your body. You gasp and sigh as he stops and gently teases your body. Finally being overtaken by passion you turn and kiss him. 

"Shall we take this to the bed my love?" He moans as you begin to touch him.

"Well I think I'm clean enough for now." You say biting your lip looking up into his passion filled eyes.

You wanted him that much you knew so quickly you turned off the water and you both got out of the shower. Your lips crashed together as you stumbled your way to the bed. 

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You had almost forgotten how passionate of a lover he was until you lay there wrapped in his arms almost gasping for breath. As you lay with your head on his chest you could hear his heart beating wildly. Gently he ran his fingers up and down your back and you just enjoyed laying together for a minute. Without warning the doorbell rang and you both jumped up forgetting that he had ordered food. 

"Fuck, the food!" Joey shouted as he ran over to where he had left his clothes on the floor and quickly put them on and ran downstairs.

You laughed as you stretched out on the bed before getting up and also dressing yourself. After you ate, Joey grabbed a guitar.

"Can I play you a song? I wrote it for you.".

"A song for me? Oh yes please, I would love to hear it." You smile at him. 

There was something about not only watching him play his music but listening to him sing that made you feel so at ease and forget all your cares. After he finished you went up to him and kissed him.

"That was beautiful.".

"So are you lovely." He smiled. 

He set the guitar down and pulled you onto the couch with him kissing you. 

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Later that night you cuddled against him on the couch mindlessly watching whatever was on TV as you both dozed on and off. You sighed and smiled as you looked up at him and slowly you lost yourself in memories of when you first met Joey. 

[razberrypuck]

no bc ford and bill's falling out is so silly to me because its like. ford's obsession with bill was the closest to "religious" that he's ever tread, and that kind of betrayal was earth shattering and hurt ford in a way he had NEVER been hurt before, causing him to completely mentally and emotionally unravel. meanwhile bill is like "can we talk 🥺" as if he hasn't been using ford for years, and when it became clear ford hated his ass bill got so drunk he forgot his mom was dead. what an INSANE dynamic to establish 8 years after the show ended.

[kyri45]

They only want what’s best for him <3 (freenoodle for y’all)

Did I steal that line from KFP3? Yes, yes I did. No, I don’t care aaaaaa bit.

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST / NEXT )

The soundtrack for this and the following part is THIS song (find also under the cut) specifically, from 1:37 to 2:17!

[arillustrated]

something that i really like about blue eye samurai, now that im thinking about it, is that it discusses violence against women without becoming torture porn. like, in a lot of media that portrays women's issues, they show you that scene. like they give you this extended visual of a woman experiencing something traumatic and then laud themselves as feminist for doing so.

blue eye samurai doesn't do that. the whole show is set in a world that is extremely antagonistic toward women, and it makes a point to tell you that being a woman right now sucks, because they are property and are used sexually. but even though it doesn't shy away from this, it doesn't show you the violence itself, which you would almost expect it to because of how graphic the rest of the show is.

im thinking specifically of kinuyo. they very well could have shown us a scene of her being abused, but they didn't. they didn't show the abuse itself, but they did show how it affected her. they showed her seeing a doctor for her sores. they could have made this incredibly traumatic and grotesque scene a spectacle, showing us exactly how powerless she is and how powerful he is. they could have shown us this incredibly triggering event in full detail for our entertainment, but they didn't. they chose not to. and i think that's how it should be.

it is not necessary to have an extended visual and auditory reenactment of violence against women. we the audience understood the gravity of the situation and were able to empathize without needing that scene. having that scene would have completely detracted from the point they are trying to make. it would have turned something completely reprehensible that women everywhere fear because it's a very real issue into entertainment.

[thesherrinfordfacility]

thing is - and hear me out - if s3 does by any minute chance incorporate any suggestion of a sex scene, it is imperative for me that they commit to the bit. i need crowley to nearly topple over trying to get out of his jeans, i need aziraphale to complain that they cant do anything downstairs because that would be scandalous, and i need them to trip over going up the stairs because they keep getting distracted. i need one of them to accidentally get an elbow to the face, i need them to have a long forgotten book digging into one of their backs, and aziraphale is horrified when crowley launches it across the room, and i need there to be hard cut to whickber street having a huge power surge, lines sparking, all the power going out, and every car alarm in a 2-mile radius start screaming, i don't need it to be explicit or overly romantic but i do need it to be fucking funny

[luniise-kel]

personal hc that minato passes out in his school uniform the moment he gets to the dorms for a nap, wakes up at like 2am to do his nightly routine

[bumbleboa]

of all the good reasons to have an ace headcanon for him, why would you land on this

[ultimateempath]

This thought isn't going to leave me alone until I write it down so I'm just gonna say it

STANLEY PINES HAS SEXUAL TRAUMA.

The wheel of shame on the website straight up acknowledges that Stan has done sex work and in general engaged in sexual activies, willingly or otherwise, to survive.

Not only this, but you also have to remember that he's been to prison an unknown number of times in three different countries.

The kinds of horrible things known to go on within prison walls already provide some pretty rough implications, but this combined with the fact that, at least at first, Stan didn't seem to know the language(s) of those countries well enough to understand his fellow inmates and was likely more heavily targeted for being a foreigner to begin with....it paints a pretty upsetting picture to say the least.

I don't think any of us really thought about this aspect of his past back when the show was still going because like...he was a character in an animated Disney show and we were like 12, characters with this kind of dark complexity to them were a fresh & new concept to us and a lot of Stans past was toned down and/or put in a comedic light since it was meant to be a kids show.

But now that we're adults and Alex has acted accordingly by targeting older audiences with the new book and website, we've gotten a much clearer and more serious look into just how horrifically bad Stans time on the street really was...and honestly? I think more people should be talking about it.

[araneapeixes]

girls night!!:) Check out my Patreon for the full pic mwah. or alternatively matching profile pics for u and the bestie

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[victorian-nymph]

In honour of May 4th, I have a delivery of more questionable tweets

[2kiran]

࿐.𖥔 ݁ ˖ caught by spider-man noir, the man who has mercilessly aimed for your throat for beyond a decade. it was decisively humiliating for your ego, uncomfortable ropes binding your frame. “say... i was expecting for you to put up a bigger fight.”

he comically raises both of his gloved hands, forming them into fists to throw a punch to the air as if to draw out a pained reaction from you. “this is goin’ta’ go down history. that is, if anyone tries to remember ya.” you aren’t amused. he drops his arms to his sides, awkwardly coughing into his hand to try and ease the tension.

“right. let’s work something out.” check tags for warnings.

your hands grasp spider-man noir’s thick thighs, his walls dragging up and down your wet cock. “mnngh, this, ah, this is not what i had in mind.” he barely manages to let the words out, a ragged gasp pulling the fabric of his mask backwards.

“i’m not the one who started it.” you grunt, and he squeezes around you to keep you in, the rhythmic pulse practically hypnotizing you to continue fucking his tight hole. “ya should feel lucky, you - you—” he strains, cut off by his own breathy moan, your tip grazing against his sweet spot. the grip spider-man noir had on your shoulders tightened, a futile attempt to ground himself to reality.

the years, the pining, the lingering touches, the lasting glances, all coming to crash down onto this moment that encapsulated both of your beings. the mere sensation of him and promise for release practically possessed you, repeatedly guiding him up and down to take in the entirety of your aching dick. the skin of his thighs delicate beneath your touch, jolting with every thrust. the warmth radiating from him unfamiliar - a stark contrast to the coldness of your heart - yet so fucking good.

you’ve stretched the longing unnecessarily more than you should’ve, tension burrowing into your shoulders with his secure hold. “we should’ve done this - hnghh, sooner.” he lets out a groan that’s more of a whimper, pressing his masked forehead against yours. spider-man noir takes charge, gratefully so, rolling his hips forward to rightfully chase after what he’s been so deprived of.

“you were trying to, mmf, kill me.” it was a reminder that bubbles a chuckle from his chest. you were able to faintly tell that his goggles were fogging up from how harsh he was panting, his fedora noticeably tipping towards you.

if anyone were to enter this room, they would initially think that you two had a romantic bond. “so were you.” he gasps out, abruptly constricting when a particular harsh bounce causes you to slide all the way into him. your climax hits you like a train, being ripped from you unexpectedly, his ears catching onto a low groan of yours. fuck, did that make him clench on you harder.

“fair.” you huff, your clothing unbearably sticking to your sweaty skin. trying to lift him off, he tuts. spider-man noir forces himself back down. “who said we were done, pretty boy?”

2kiran © 2023. don’t steal. ── masterlist

[zealousbreadeagle]

if Wade and Logan actually fought in that car all day you'd think their suits would've been destroyed and they would've been more covered in more blood...

hmm what other activity is there that makes the car shake like that?

[rehenys]

God, you're so handsome. ~ T.Wolff

TW: Implied smut, Age Gap, Smoking. Synopsis: Toto and George Russell's Sister are sneaking around.

God, he's so handsome in his vintage Merc and black Tom Ford glasses. With the sleeve of his black shirt casually rolled up, his muscular forearms catch the light. A wisp of smoke hangs between his parted lips as he waits for me at the end of the road, hoping my brother doesn't see us. I drop my duffle bag rushing into his arms and meeting his lips with a sinful kiss. His lustful eyes raked over my outfit, biting his lip But we both know time is of the essence.

Out on the open road of Monaco with the wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck, just us and the ocean. His palm lays flat on my exposed thigh, mindlessly drawing shapes, his fluffy hair tousled due to the wind. His skin was glowing due to the setting sun. We pause to watch the sunset. I lean back against his chest, nestled between his long legs, with his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips against my neck. While my phone rings in the back seat.

5 missed calls from George

It's midnight, and we're tangled up in his sheets. I'm nestled against his side, his warm skin pressed against mine. His hand slowly roams my hip and waist until the teasing becomes too much. I stand over his body, holding him like a python, he canʼt keep his hands off me or his pants on. His lips whispered my name like a prayer.

16 missed calls from George

DAY 2:

In the morning light, he's still as handsome as ever, with tousled hair and sleepy eyes. I press a soft kiss to his jaw. As I try to untangle our limbs, his arms tighten around my waist. I flop back down, giving up on getting out of my safe place. After all, who needs breakfast?

Around mid-noon, we begrudgingly leave the bedroom to have ‘breakfastʼ. Who would have thought Toto Wolff would look so good making eggs? His bare torso is covered in an apron, his dexterous fingers wrapped around the whisk. I just intently stare at him making us breakfast, simply mesmerised, which he notices, he winks before giving me a bowl of strawberries to snack on. We share Crêpeʼs with whipped cream, with my feet in his lap; our lips swollen and his marble skin covered in purple splotches.

26 missed calls from George

It's the dead of night, and he sits on the sofa with his spectacles on, furiously typing away on his laptop, his hair messy from running his hand through it, his face set in a scowl. I just made his favourite Pumpernickel bread, and I have about 45 minutes to kill while it bakes. He looks too delicious right now for me to resist. I stand in front of him with an innocent smile, slowly moving his laptop away. His brown eyes crinkle with excitement, His lips find mine as I tug on his hair, gently massaging it to soothe the sting. He chuckles against my lip, his large palms sinking into my skin as my fingers nimbly unbutton his white shirt. My lips meet the skin between his neck and shoulder, his head thrown back in pleasure.

38 missed calls from George 

DAY 3:

The next morning, I grab my phone while Torger is in the shower, to see a flurry of texts from my brother cussing me out, asking where I am. I calm him down, listing more lies to cover up our trial and he blindly trusts me, my heart heavy with guilt but he would never understand. I repeat it in my head like a mantra till that guilt settles when Toto takes me into his arms, kissing away my problems.

We lay on the couch as I read out loud, my hand running through his hair, his eyes fluttering shut. God, he's so handsome.

I chuckle, my darling all worn out. The simple domesticity of this week has me longing for more. we need to tell my brother, but how can I, this wasn't meant to happen but if I could go back in time I wouldn't change a thing. but my brother wouldn't understand, he has always been protective of his baby sister, and I know he would blow a fuse if he realised I was with his long-time mentor.

Our peaceful weekend had come to an end when he parked at the end of the road; back where we started, His face seemed to be set in a permanent scowl during the drive back. A chaste kiss and I walked up the road back home nodding at the security guard as he let me in giving me a sorrowful look. Stepping through the threshold of my house I switch to being the perfect sister and daughter of The Russells.

I happily greet my brother, feeding lies about my girl's weekend like I didn't spend the whole weekend in bed with his Boss and Mentor. As I head up the stairs he complements my outfit, I thank him with a soft smile but beneath that pretty pink Chanel dress he brought are the bruised hand prints of Torger Wolff with love bites to match.

[deviantplum]

Please don't interrupt me. I'm daydreaming about Toxic Old Man Yaoi.

[tallyhallinsane]

WHAT TTHE FUFCK IS THIS IMAGE I'M GOING TO 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯