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paper-pixies · 2 years
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Astrophel Tidesong • ce/cir/cirs • half-siren • merchant caravan leader & smuggler
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Up & down, 2 jours différents.
©Clémentine Circaetis
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loremastering · 1 year
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cir and maes harrowing osgiliath adventure!
with @hallothere
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agnesmontague · 2 years
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This is very random but I thought you should know that I saw a streetlight flick on behind a lilac bush earlier and immediately thought of your jmart story ♡
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not me actually tearing up for real.... it's the season of the lilacs again and i will personally wreathe jmart in flowers
[the fic in question]
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keeps-ache · 2 years
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hurgh
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threestarsbazaar · 2 years
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Today we are beyond ecstatic to bring you this legendary creature! The Great Jape is said to be the manifestation of humor gone too far, this creature of legend should always be treated with respect for it's art, Lest you become the punchline.
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garycomehomev3 · 8 months
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― ❀ 。゚ ⌒ ˖ @stiiqma / closed starter 。
she almost regrets last night's chaos. but almost is still never there. 〝 dude, i have literally the WORST hangover. you couldn't have supervised me or something ? i don't even have the homework done. 〞 guppy flops over on their bed, backpack nearly suffocating her with the books inside.
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aeroring · 8 months
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oh yeah btw i added like 3 more pronouns to my blog description because lol i felt like it
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queen-of-the-avengers · 4 months
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Office Romance: Part Two
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.3k
Warnings: smut, fingering
Summary: Work is so much more fun when you're sneaking around with your boss.
PART ONE
Squares Filled: clothing: lace (2021) for @mcukinkbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Should you be doing this? If anyone catches you, then you and Natasha could lose your jobs. She is very good at what she does and has often stated how much she loves it, so are you willing to risk all of that just because you have a major crush on her? Based on what happened in the elevator, it’s safe to assume she likes you too, otherwise, why would she stick her tongue down your throat?
Are you really going to do this? She asked you to come into work early today but you know it’s not going to be for work. Who knows what’s going to happen when you walk into her office, but are you prepared to deal with the consequences? Fuck it. If you’re going to do this, then you may as well do it properly.
You set your things by your desk and notice a light underneath Natasha’s office door. The rest of the office is dark since no one else is in so it’s just you and her. Her blinds are closed so the only indication that she’s in her office is the light underneath her door. You grab your makeup pouch and make sure you look presentable while fixing your shirt. You loosen two buttons to make your breasts pop, and you fix your hair to give it more volume.
Once ready, you walk over to her office and knock twice on the door.
“Come in,” she says.
You open her door and frown when you don’t see her at her desk. She is by the filing cabinets with her ass sticking out. She is bent over so she can put some files away in the bottom drawer. Motherfucker did this to you on purpose. Her skirt is already short enough so you’re able to see the lace underwear she is wearing just slightly peeking out.
“Fuck,” you whisper.
“Close the door.”
You do as you’re told and she straightens up before facing you. Her shirt also has the first few buttons undone so her breasts pop. Everything about this woman gets you going, it’s pathetic. Never has another woman made you feel things than this woman has, and she’s only kissed you. You’ve gotten home runs with other women but none of them compare to her.
“Thank you for coming in. Please, have a seat,” she gestures to the chairs on the other side of her desk.
You walk to the desk but you don’t sit down like she wants you to. You lean against the desk just in case you need to make a quick escape. It’s not like you want to, but you’d like the option just in case.
“How do you like my skirt? I got it yesterday,” she smirks.
“Yeah, it looks really good,” you nod nervously.
Natasha walks closer to you which makes your heart beat faster. She reaches out and touches the ends of your hair gently.
“Do I make you nervous?” You can only nod. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. You do want this, don’t you?” Of course, you do. You’ve wanted this since the first week you’ve started working here. Still, you can only nod in response. “Use your big girl words.”
Your mouth goes dry at her dominance.
“Yes, I want this.”
“I know exactly how to make you relax.”
She pins you to the desk and leans in to press her lips to your neck. She skips being gentle and starts nibbling on your skin with her bright red lips. She pulls the skin into her mouth as she sucks while running her hands down your freshly pressed dress. She grabs your hips and lifts you to sit on top of her desk. You tip your head back and moan quietly from the feeling of her on you.
“Relax,” she whispers into your ear.
She moves her lips to yours and kisses you passionately. You’re too distracted by her lips that you don’t feel her hands roam underneath your dress. She dips her hand between your legs and easily finds your clit which is throbbing with need. You gasp and try to pull back from her but she chases you to keep you at her mercy. Her thumb rubs your clit in hard fast circles, causing you to moan her name.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes, please… More.”
She pulls your panties to the side and runs two fingers up and down your slit, spreading as much wetness as she caner you.. 
“Already so wet for me.”
She kisses you again just as she slides her middle finger into your pussy. You grip the sides of the desk tightly and she smirks knowing how to make you break. She slides her index finger inside you alongside her other fingers before placing her thumb on your clit. That’s when you break and grab her hair tightly. You yank her head back gently and kiss her forcefully as if you have all the control here.
“Fuck, Natasha!” you gasp against her lips.
“You want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Say please,” she smirks.
“Fuck,” you gasp, “please!”
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
She curls her fingers and rubs the spot that kicks you over the edge. You tighten your legs around her hand as you spill over her fingers. She keeps them inside you to let you ride out your high before she pulls them out. She immediately puts her fingers in her mouth to taste you.
“How do I taste?” you ask.
“Fuck, so good.” She sinks to her knees to clean up your mess when you see the lights turn on in the office. People are just starting to come in which means your activities must come to an end. She chuckles and uses your knees to help her get up. “I guess we’ll have to finish this some other time.”
She walks over to her window to open it to filter the room with fresh air. Her hair is still in perfect place despite you yanking on it, her makeup isn’t ruined despite you two making out, and she looks like nothing happened to her. You, on the other hand, look and feel like a mess. Your hair must be tangled, your makeup is smudging, and your clothes are a bit wrinkled. How does she look this good afterward?
You quickly smooth down your hair and use the mirror in her office to fix your makeup. She grabs some files from her desk and hands them over to you.
“These files need to be digitized, please.”
“Sure,” you whisper.
She walks over to her desk and sits down as if she didn’t finger fuck you five minutes ago. You awkwardly walk out of her office and back to your desk. You’re not sure what to make of this because you’re still so turned on. You’d want nothing more than to go back into her office and take her but you have to be professional.
Wanda comes in and pauses next to your desk. You look fine but you know she has a keen sense of knowing when something is up with you. You’re so distracted by the feel of her lips on you and her fingers in you that you don’t feel Wanda bend down next to you.
“First your makeup, now this? You could have at least sprayed some perfume. You reek of sex.”
“Wanda!” you gasp and hit her arm.
She laughs and takes a seat at her desk which is across from you. Taking her words into consideration, you grab some perfume from your bag and spray it a few times on yourself.
“What would you do without me?”
“I don’t know,” you chuckle.
“So, how was it?” You shake your head because you don’t want to talk about the way you fucked your boss in front of your coworkers. Wanda looks at Natasha’s office and smirks. “Don’t look now but boss lady is watching you.”
You don’t have to look at her to feel her eyes on you. You straighten your back and smirk knowing you have her attention on you. This is going to make work a lot more interesting.
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clementine-circaetis · 3 months
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Petit chat masqué & cie
©Clémentine Circaetis
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Cute, colorful 100+ yr. old house in Grimsby, Ontario, has a colorful neighbor, too. There are 2 parking spaces in front, but 1 belongs to the neighbor. The sweet little cottage has 1bd, 1bd, and is a bit pricey at $674,900 for a such a tiny house.
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Has a cozy sitting room with a cheery turquoise wall and original columns. The flooring needs refinishing, though.
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The sitting room opens to the living room with knotty pine walls and ceiling. I like the brown wood burning stove.
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At the rear of the living room is a dining room with a built-in cabinet and a copper ceiling medallion. Stairs go up to the bedroom.
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The kitchen is large and brightly painted. It has vintage cabinets and a pass-thru to the dining room.
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The 2nd floor looks like a gingerbread house.
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The bedroom is spacious and has plenty room for a sitting area. In 3 corners are built-in cabinets.
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A platform in the 4th corner has a sweet vintage tub.
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Behind a pony wall is a very nice shower room.
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There's a large patio in the back yard with a cute little shed.
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The entire yard is paved, but there's a small area for a garden and the property is surrounded by a pretty fence for privacy. 1,240 sq ft lot.
https://www.redfin.ca/on/grimsby/30-Auditorium-Cir-L3M-2R5/home/151574876
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crumblita · 6 months
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clown id pack
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names : yippie , polka - dot , dottie , buttercup , daisie , ditzie , skittle , spark , button , bon , jester , patches , stitch , kipper , tetris , ruffle , sketch , kite , snickerdoodle , sprinkle , cirque , ribbon( ne ) , carnival , parade , bonnie , espie , puzzle , kip , kizzy , poppy , raspberry , patches , sweetpea , winnie / wynnie , tune , nifty , scout , piper
pronouns : joke / jokes , co / comical , tri / trick , pos /posse , mi / mime , jester / jesters , an / antic , fool / fools , spect / spectacle , honk / honks , dot / dots , pop / pops , juggle / juggles , party / partys , colo( u )r / colo( u )rs , fun / funs , smile / smiles , mis / mischief , dot / dots , star / stars , pom / poms , :3 / :3s , :3c / :3cs , :p / :ps , boop / boops , boing / boings , bri / bright , cae / caer , cie / cir , giggle / giggles , splat /splats , chi / chime , yip / yips , pip / pips
i ‘ m scared of clowns so this was the funniest id pack i ‘ ve ever made , hope the requester likes it :3c
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sslowdeathh · 4 months
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court jester nputs: requested by anon, forgive me for the wait :,)
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Pigeon. Chicot. Marx. Perkeo. Dimple. Blink. Binx. Chess. Happy. Pierrot. Lucky. Yo-Yo. Jingle. Hecklar. Bells. Jinx. Mischief. Antic. Outré. Marlow. Odette. Duckey. Ruffles. Sunshine. Squishy. Bongo. Squeak. Marble. Pancake. Patches. Zip(per). Rucellai. Plaisante. Furrow. Glutton. Linnet.
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Silly sillies. Clown clowns. Fool fools. Joke jokes. Trick tricks. Wit witty. Mock mocks. Enter tain. Jest jests. Mime mimes. Mim mimic. Cir cirus. Pie pierro. Pie pies. Prank pranks. Giggle giggles. Laugh laughs.
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Quick-witted. Buffoonery. Laughable. Gimmick. Laughingstock. Wisecrack. Ex-ggerate. Minstrel. Eccentric. C-rtoonishly. Derision. Ventriloquism. Marionette. Commendatore. Conniption.
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The puppeteer. The entertainer for all. The funniest. The knave. The fool. The one-cat circus. The funniest cat there is. The cat that'll make you laugh. The queens/kings fool. The gossip. The dressed up kitty cat. The cat of jokes. The fool of the town. The lowly. The plaisante. (A plaisante is a female jester :3).
cat can be replaced with any term :p
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duckzz · 4 months
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3 WITH CIR AND SUNNY!!! (FOR THE PROMPT)
MMM I LIKE HOW U THINK GHESTIE, MY BELOVEDS 🥺💖
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prompts <3
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proxima-writes · 1 year
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Title: me and the devil | part 2
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Pairing: Mean Smuggler!Joel Miller/Smuggler!Female Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)
Summary: Joel doesn’t take kindly to the attention you’ve been receiving from a FEDRA agent.
Author’s Note: Quick lil addition to the dark!Joel universe. Because I can never write a one shot it seems. Reader discretion is advised.
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Content Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content (18+), explicit language, considerable age gap (25F and 56M), mean mean mean Joel Miller, possessive Joel Miller, violence, public sex, dirty talk, degradation, begging, unprotected p in v, non con ejaculation, pet name (derogatory), dominance, rough sex, hair pulling, no aftercare, did i mention he’s MEAN like i cannot stress this enough. Let me know if anything is missing!
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There’s a FEDRA agent who’s taken an interest in you.
He’s younger, probably about thirty. He’s handsome, with blonde hair and blue eyes and a cocky grin. He slips you extra ration cards when he sees you, and shows you a kindness that you’re unaccustomed to.
He lets you slip past the gate for smuggling runs, wishing you luck with a hand against your lower back as his eyes scan the perimeter.
One night, when you’ve returned from a run, he’s there to greet you. Joel stomps past him without a second thought and Tess nods at him before going her own separate way. But the agent pulls you aside, down an alley, and kisses you breathless.
You both miss the movement in the shadows.
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Joel sees red anytime that little FEDRA fucker puts his hands on you. He doesn’t have any right to feel this way. In fact, he should be thrilled that your attention has shifted, that he no longer has to feel the burn of your gaze on his back.
But that’s not the case. He feels the loss of it like a shot to the heart.
So when he sees you in the alley with his hands on your body and his lips on yours, he doesn’t think. He just acts.
Joel storms toward the two of you, ripping the man from your body, throwing him to the ground. He gets a brief glimpse of your shocked face before he’s slamming the agent’s head against the concrete. The younger man fights back, bucking against Joel’s hold. But while the agent might be younger, maybe even stronger, Joel fights dirtier.
He’s got the man pinned with an arm against his throat as he stares down into his pretty face.
“Don’t you fuckin’ touch her again, you hear me?” He spits. He waits until the man stops struggling, going limp from lack of oxygen before releasing his grip.
You’re standing against the wall, the shock still painted across your features as you stare at Joel. Then you’re launching at him, eyes flashing with rage.
“You asshole!” You shout, fists beating against his chest. He yanks your hair, tugging your head back and looking down into your vicious expression.
“Call me that one more time, sweetheart, and see what fuckin’ happens.”
Your jaw clenches. “Ass. Hole,” you spit.
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Joel spins you so that your face is pressed into the brick of the building, scratching at your cheek painfully. This position feels familiar, the memory of this same hold on your in his apartment making you clench in anticipation.
It’s deplorable that his treatment of you makes you so goddamn wet. You try not to think too hard about what it says about you as he presses his body against yours, the hard length of him grinding against your ass and making you bite back a moan.
“I warned you,” Joel growls in your ear. One hand remains clamped around the back of your neck to hold you in place while the other slides down the front of your body, tearing at the fly of your jeans and shoving the material roughly over your hips. “But you wanted to be a goddamn brat.”
You whimper as he slides his fingers through your wetness, cheeks heating as he laughs. “And you’re already wet? Tell me, baby, that from some little boy kissin’ you or from me beating the hell out of him for it?”
“Oh god,” you cry as he roughly circles your clit. “Joel!”
“Shut up,” he snaps. You hear the clink of his belt being opened, the zip of his fly being pulled down.
You remain frozen, plastered to the wall with your pants around your thighs. The heat of his body returns and you jolt when you feel the blunt head of his hard cock press to your entrance. You squirm against his hold.
“Stop moving,” he commands. You go still, like prey accepting its fate. “Good job, baby, I knew you could listen if you just use your little brain.”
A moan breaks free as he slides inside of you, hips slamming against your ass with his rough thrust. The sudden stretch of him makes you see stars as he sets a punishing pace.
“Your little cunt is so tight for me, baby, suckin’ me in every time I try to leave. Desperate for my cock,” he growls against your ear. Teeth scrape against your neck. “Should I let you cum? I don’t think stupid little girls who try to share what’s mine deserve to.”
“Please, Joel,” you whisper .
“I can’t hear you.”
“Please, please, please! Make me cum, Joel, make me cum all over you,” you beg, voice as loud as you dare to make it. You can feel him smile against your shoulder, a hateful spread of his lips.
“You’re lucky I’m so fuckin’ nice,” he spits, bringing his fingers to your clit and sliding them over the sensitive nub with quick, rough strokes. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up, the thought of Joel calling himself nice is so absurd to you that you can’t reign it in. He smacks your ass in retaliation and you try to escape the sting of it by rising to your tiptoes.
He yanks you back roughly, wrapping your hair around his fist to tug your head back. His eyes are so dark, so callous, that you have to swallow your fear to keep it hidden. He must still see it in your eyes, because that sharp smile is back.
“Since you didn’t want to fuckin’ stay still, you can cum on my cock alone or you don’t cum at all, understand?” Your lower lip trembles and he tightens his grip in your hair, making you gasp. “Answer me.”
“Yes, sir,” you murmur. He groans at the title, his cock pulsing in its appreciation inside of you.
His speed picks up, his thrusts punishing as he chases after his own release. You can feel your muscles tightening in anticipation of your own, your harsh breaths stuttering as you toe the edge of ecstasy. You bite back a scream as a particularly rough thrust hits you in just the right spot, making you shatter around him, your pussy clamping tightly to his arousal.
He’s not far behind you, his pace losing finesse as he chases his release, groaning into your ear as he cums inside of you in thick, hot splashes. Your eyes go wide at the sensation. You had expected him to pull out, as he had before.
You hear Joel pull his jeans up, followed by his rough hands slipping your own back over your hips. He turns you to face him, his face etched in that same permanent scowl. He smooths a thumb over the scrapes from the brick that have marred your cheek before he tugs your lips to his with a firm grip on your jaw.
“You let that FEDRA piece of shit touch you again, just know that its my cum he’ll be fuckin’ deeper into your cunt,” he says.
Joel doesn’t wait for a response. His eyes search yours for one brief moment before he turns on his heel and stalks out of the alley.
Your eyes flick to the agent still crumpled on the ground and you take a deep breath before following after the devil himself.
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