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ms-demeanor · 4 months

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i’m curious what your opinion is on the finer points of the case mentioned in the JSTOR post you reblogged earlier. the two sources in the post say that JSTOR didn’t press charges against him and had already settled with him by the time he killed himself. from what i read on wikipedia, the concern seems to be that JSTOR complied with a subpoena, which i don’t believe they have a choice to ignore? if anything it seems like the us government had reason to want him dead for wikileaks and public court records reasons, so they took a terms of use violation and blew it up into a dozen federal crimes.

is there more context i should be aware of? i have no particular affection or malice for JSTOR but the sources i found don’t exactly implicate the database or its employees in murder.

That's from page 175 of this document. This line: "The activity noted is outright theft and may merit a call with university counsel, and even the local police, to ensure not only that the activity has stopped but that - e.g. the visiting scholar who left - isn't leaving with a hard drive containing our database" is where I think the culpability starts.

If someone is downloading 1000s of articles (what seems like reasonable threshold for us to take action), what's wrong with us - or the university in collaboration with us - alerting the cyber-crimes division of law enforcement and initiating an investigation, having cop search dorm room and try to retrieve any hard drive that contains our content, etc. Our content is extraordinarily valuable and hard to replicate by the sweat of one's brow, but can be duplicated by savvy hackers and who knows what they want to do with the content?

Page 379: "Does the university contact law enforcement? Would they be willing to do so in this instance?

From page 1296:

I think the important thing to note here is that JSTOR had worked with MIT and had plans in place to prevent future similar downloads, but remained focused on identifying the person responsible for the downloads and ensuring that their data was deleted.

"I might just be irked because I am up dealing with this person on a Sunday night, but I am starting to feel like they need to get a hold of this situation right away or we need to offer to send them some help (read FBI).

And there it is. Page 3093 of the document.

JSTOR can hem and haw about it all they want, but you can't un-call the cops.

MIT was working with JSTOR on preventing future incidents of pirating, but JSTOR repeatedly said that they weren't going to let it go, that it was unacceptable to drop the issue, that they were going to continue to pursue the pirate.

You can scroll through the document and see the JSTOR tech department and abuse team talking about Swartz as a script kiddie, and a hacker. You can see someone talking about how this was real theft - making the comparison to stealing books even while admitting that piracy doesn't close others out of access.

You can see the thread starts with a joke about punching someone in the face for hacking their system, and includes the tech team ominously considering whether they should threaten the MIT librarians with the FBI.

There's something really important to note here which I don't think that people who aren't PRETTY DEEP into hackery shit aren't aware of: US law enforcement is absolutely rabidly feral about prosecuting hackers. People may be more aware of this now because of Chelsea Manning and Edward Snowden (and perhaps a bit on tumblr because of maia arson crimew), but people who work in tech and who are in infosec - like the people joking about calling the FBI in these emails - would be aware of the bonkers disproportionate punishments faced by hackers. And knowing that, they kept pushing and pushing and pushing for identification of the hacker. They kept digging with MIT, they kept saying that simply preventing future incidents wasn't enough.

Early in the exchange someone from JSTOR asked "what's wrong with us - or the university in collaboration with us - alerting the cyber-crimes division of law enforcement and initiating an investigation, having cop search dorm room and try to retrieve any hard drive that contains our content, etc." and the answer is what happened to Aaron Swartz.

It is absolute bullshit for JSTOR to say "we arrived at a solution privately and didn't want to press charges" after law enforcement has gotten involved with a hacking case, especially one where they're talking about "real theft" and are attempting to quantify and emphasize the amount that was "stolen" from them.

The *public* may believe that private individuals or institutions are the ones who "press charges" but that's simply not the case. It's prosecutors who decide whether or not to go ahead with charges; they do it based on what cases they think they can win and what their office's perspective is on the crime. When you hear about people choosing to press charges it simply means that they decided to tell the prosecutor they wanted the case to go forward. It's up to the prosecutor whether or not that happens.

And the tech team at JSTOR had to know that law enforcement wasn't just going to wag a finger at an academic hacker.

There's a parallel here that happens sometimes when people have their identities stolen by their parents. If you mom takes out a credit card in your name, that's identity theft. That's fraud. That's illegal. If you reach the age of 25 and realize that your credit is ruined because your mom has been defaulting on cards in your name, you've got two choices to fix that: one is to accept the debt and pay it off and build up credit, and the other is to report the identity theft - which will end up with your mom in prison for a decade or so. Ruin your own personal finances, or your mom goes to jail for ruining your finances. So if you find out that your mom stole your identity you can't just call the cops to pressure her into transferring the debt to her name or something. That's not an option. The cops are not a threat to wave over people, they are not a way to get people to fall in line or act right. They aren't someone you can send to a college student's dorm room to retrieve a hard drive and have the matter drop.

When you call the cops on someone you are sending the full force of the law after them, and the full force of the law falls really heavily on hackers, and how heavy that blow can be is something that the JSTOR team must have been aware of when they were making snide comments about calling the FBI because they were frustrated with the noncommittal responses they were getting from librarians.

Ultimately it was the carceral state that killed Aaron Swartz, but they would not have been involved if JSTOR didn't think that what he did constituted theft.

Taking an *EVEN LARGER* step back from that, the idea that information can be owned and locked behind a paywall is what killed Aaron Swartz, someone who fought for information to be free.

Like. JSTOR is a licensing company. At the end of the day, cute social media posts and all, they're the same as the RIAA and ASCAB. They exist to extract a fee from people attempting to access information.

Aaron Swartz and all that he stood for are an existential threat to their core function.

Are JSTOR's hands as dirty as the federal prosecutors? Absolutely not. But they operate on a model that puts them in opposition to open information activists and it ended up with a hammer falling on Aaron Swartz that they dropped.

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deepwoundsandfadedscars · 2 years

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#did the thing where i did essentially nothing all weekend and then at 11:45 PM the night before work decide to turn my life around #got a bunch of dishes done and threw towels in the wash #tbf i was gone all day Saturday and Sunday but i did fuck all all day today #didnt get any laundry done as per usual asides from towels #but one more rush like this and i could probably have my kitchen clean #and then figure out what to do with a dishwasher 🙃#i hate that when i start complaining about my dishwasher breaking down everyones like #'well you've lived there for nearly six years so its an old appliance already '#like WTF why is that normal? doesn't that make you furious??? that it's normal for major appliances to wear out after 5 years????#cause that makes me want to go batshit #apparently mom and dad have a dishwasher that they replaced because of a broken hose but if the hose is replaced it'll work fine #it hadn't been in their house for very long before they replaced it so it's nearly brand new #but it's the fucking principle of the matter #kee speaks #having a dishwasher break down during the busiest time of my year and then barely making it out of that season before i started spiraling #does not end with a clean kitchen #and it's taken me over a month to recover #and my kitchen is still a goddamn disaster #oh yeah and my computer mouse has officially given up #the scroll wheel doesnt work anymore so even tumblr is a nightmare to navigate #and most games are not an option anymore either #so there are few things i can do on my computer without losing my mind 🙃#so my queue will run out sometime in the next couple days and I wont be able to do anything about it until my replacement comes in #cause i don't have the patience to queue stuff on mobile #or i could if i don't tag anything but if i start not tagging stuff again it'll take me forever to get myself back out of that slump #and there's already like two years worth of untagged shit on this blog lmao #don't want to do that again

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ceridescent · 9 months

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carribean summer heat — m., wanda

wanda maximoff x female!reader

summary: it's a lovely sight to see wanda maximoff sweating and blushing due to the tropical heat. sometimes it's tricky, because one moment she looks like a baby, and the next, well...you could ask the particular group of people who...but you suppose not. it's impossible they could have seen the hot flush on her cheeks as she handled you then and there, out in the open.

warning/s: top!wanda, bottom!f!reader, dom/sub dynamics, thigh riding, dirty talk, semi-public, mommy kink, use of strap-on, creampie, & teasing.

word count: 4, 300

author’s note: hiiiiii hiiii hiiii i'm so happy i finally have some content to post on my rotting account. ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ (i did have multiple drafts but i forgot tumblr existed 'cause i had off notifs the whole time since may.) it was a giddy, high school girl crush feeling of me to write this filthy fic. (/▽＼*)｡o○♡ i hope everyone's having a wonderful Hot Girl summer!! or a Hot Slutty summer, whichever you prefer. o(>ω<;)o

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the sun rays barely strike your tanning skin, serving only as an illumination toward the breathtaking view of the caribbean sea as you situate on the patio.

three ivory-colored recliner beach chairs are included in the rental villa, wherein you occupy one whilst the woman who flew a helicopter in saint-barthélemy island, makes piña coladas in the kitchen. a few hours ago you woke up earlier than her, and it was a relieving feeling, of hearing the rise and fall of her breath. a pink blush coated her entire face, unused to the tropical weather. hair stuck on the oval of her face, grinning at how baby-ish she looked. you didn’t bother rousing her though, as you were both selfish for being the sole witness of the rising sun behind the full glass window of the villa, and considerate to allow her more time to rest.

not long after though, she woke up moaning your name, rubbing a whole limb on the empty space you left behind.

“you left me,” wanda whined, her eyes glazed and her red lips pouty.

“they gave us fresh coconuts,” you purred, showing her the fruit. helping her sit up on the white mattress, you plant a chaste kiss on her cheekbone. this feels like a true vacation, you thought to yourself, appreciating the beach elements surrounding the entire villa, and the hard-to-miss view of the sea outside. although, the other thing that left you breathless was wanda’s bare breasts, the only clothing clinging onto her body was the thong she changed into right after she showered last night.

you rested the open edge of the coconut in between her lips, “here,” tipping it upward so she could drink the coconut juice. wanda’s eyes fluttered close, a long and pronounced moan gracing your ears. she covered your hands with her own to hold the fruit, gulping the liquid into her parched mouth. she sighed as she finished, looking at you with a twinkle in her eyes.

she suggested, “we can eat the insides for breakfast, honey,” bending low toward the bedside to fetch her matching bra. you blushed at the recollection of last night. “i’m sure they have some honey in the kitchen somewhere…” you added, watching the tips of her peaks disappear into view.

wanda teased, “you like what you see?”, lightly slapping your face in the process in a playful manner. you tried to forget how her plump breasts felt in your hands as you suckled her dry, returning into the present moment of the beautiful day.

“i would like to eat,” you diverted the topic back into the fruit in your hands, which wasn’t successful as wanda raised an amused brow, pursing her lips together to fight back a smile. you pointed to the coconut to counter her silent reproach, giving her a light blush. “get your head outta gutter, ma’am,” you said and retreated to the kitchen before she could come up with a witty remark, which you’d most likely shut her up with a kiss.

wanda hums the tune from maroon 5’s sunday morning as she exits the indoor, clutching a wooden tray filled with food and replenishments. a board of charcuterie sits in the middle of the two piña coladas. you gasp at the precise detailing, “i’m not done,” blinking your eyes in anticipation, revealing a coconut with a straw strapped to the side. wanda caresses your hair, gives you a kiss on the forehead as you look up at her adoringly. “help yourself, angel,” she said before pecking your cheek. you mewl and melt at her service, appreciating the beautiful woman even more.

the drinks are astounding, satisfying your thirst for something cool in this caribbean summer heat, as well as your insufferable stomach—literal paradise—blinding your attention away from the oval-rimmed eyeglasses, but most especially, her gorgeousness in a bikini. “is that-“

wanda maximoff grins like a cheshire cat, “yes, angel, it’s the one you picked for me!” sometimes wanda does it, she sends you a fitting room pic of her in bikinis—and if you were blessed enough—lingeries—needing a different perspective of what looks flattering on her.

this particular bikini that clings onto her glistening skin is a green tie-front bandeau matched with a thin-string bikini bottom that leaves little to no imagination; highlighting the fullness of her hips down her voluminous thigh. her exposed tight stomach that has a small bruise on the side of her belly button, the heavy cups of her chest. you love how wanda never fails to wear something as if she was born with it and that it never leaves her skin.

you don’t realize until later that your mouth hangs open watching wanda cozy herself onto the beach chair next to you, laying it all out for the sea to see.

“oh,” you choke on your own spit, sight glued onto her cleavage. and if temptation could get any worse, sweat trickles down on the valley of it, getting envious (and more) of how close it is to where you want to be. stammering “you look-l-look-so look so marvelous, w-wan,” you gulp down your insistent saliva and grab the cool piña colada, biting hard on the straw as you sip in the flavor to replace the volcano on your tongue, before saying another that would jeopardize this peaceful, sunny day. (although it isn’t bad if it heads toward that direction.)

“you’re sucking so hard on it, princess,” wanda chuckles, “is it that tasty?” facing you now, leaning her weight against her right arm. her cleavage sag toward gravity, you fear it might actually fall off. short-circuiting for a moment, registering her question, her intention, and her innuendo. trying to calculate and rethink your response as you now, gently, sip the straw, sensing the coolness of your throat and skin, staring at the vast sea.

you turn your gaze on her nose, so wanda would think that you are brave enough to have a staredown with her striking olive green eyes. then you take another hard sip, hollowing your cheeks in the process, at the same time moaning loudly, rolling your eyes back. “oh yes,” you sigh, “it tastes so good, wan! would you like some?”

she grins like a proud mother, “yeah,” reaching for the other glass but you swat her hand away. “nuh-uh,” you spurn, shaking your index finger whilst you stand up from the chair. you take three slow, deliberate steps sipping on the cocktail, not breaking eye contact with her. wanda watches every move in a relaxed position, however, her eyes carry primacy and eagerness—she’s like a hawk with it.

you bat your eyes at her as you lower yourself down, dipping one knee on the beach chair in the open space of her glistening legs, at the same time resting the piña colada on the wooden tray. wanda scoots facing you, realizing what is up your sleeve. a shiver runs down your spine when she holds your love handles, positioning you in place. you swear to not have done anything but sit, like a moan, when she plops you down against her lap, her grip on your knees reluctant as if she’s trying not to clench on you too hard.

wanda’s specs tumble out of place for a second ‘cause you clip the loose strands of blonde hair behind her ear, taking your time. she whines, “i’m getting so thirsty!” jerking your body up and down, making your legs quiver, the friction of your cores heating your bundle of nerves.

sticking an index finger against her complaining lips only to pinch her jawbone to force an opening, without saying a word, you connect your mouth with hers, slowly pushing out the piña colada into her “parched” throat.

wanda flutters her eyes close and hums at the sensation, gulping it down, caressing your back in the process. sluggish and soft, fingertips against your shoulder blades. upward your hair, combing through them. and finally, your neck, massaging your nape in circular motions.

when you pull away you return a soft smile, giddy and grateful, reaching for the glass to give her some more. wanda’s wandering hands begin to become playful, toying with your bikini strap, stretching the fabric just to let it strike your skin. you hiss, slapping her hands away, yet she reprimands you with a smack on the ass. you sigh in relief for not having anything in your mouth.

more perspiration covers her milk skin, moaning at the liquid tantalizing her throat, and you who cannot help but bounce against her, the heat crawling through your body caused by not only the tropical heat of the island.

“princess, wanda whines, pushing your hips hard to stop you from bouncing like a bitch in heat, “what is it?” acting as if she doesn’t know what you’re asking for. “do you want to ride my thigh?”

or maybe she does.

nodding eagerly, you slide your hands over wanda’s arms to intertwine fingers, descending to land on her thigh. “don’t let me go,”

wanda shakes her head, relaxed, rubbing her thumb over, “how am i going to play with your nipples then, honey?”

that particular sentence made you grind hard on her, your pussy throbbing in anticipation. it’s all up to you though, so you begin to feel her voluptuous thigh at home between your legs, at home to be used by your needy pussy. “let me play with them, yeah?”

you allow wanda to let go of your hands, although it doesn’t stay dangling and out of place. she puts them around her waist, “there. so you have something to hold on to,” gathering your hair around her grip. “get on it, little girl. give me a great view.”

you do as told.

somehow, you always need wanda’s approval and permission before doing something that includes her, because it’s different with her. you utterly have faith that she would keep you safe, because most exciting things are dangerous. you become your truest, unapologetic self with her, dependent and clueless. wanda adores it, serving you, treating you like a princess.

hoarsely, “there we go, nice and slow for now, huh?” wanda stares at your whole frame, your legs automatically spreading wider, draping over the chair. she bites her lip, dragging her fingers over your thighs, as you increase your pace. you squeal, pressing your clad pussy against her thigh, “that’s what i’m talking about, baby. make yourself feel good for me,” whilst wanda encourages you with hunger.

you whimper, watching her watch you. blood rushes into your cheeks, bowing down to relieve the tension of being under wanda’s gaze, still unused to the pierce of her green eyes. you only look back when she begins fiddling with your top straps, teasing you with her next move.

you believe you know what’s about to happen and yet she lets them go, cupping your tits with her hands, kneading them into her calloused palms. you topple over at the pleasure, and she holds you up with your breasts, almost crushing them. the action causes you to let out a high-pitched whimper, casually rubbing yourself to take off the insufferable itch in your clit.

“oh god,” you sob when wanda pries the cups open without taking the top off, only setting them aside, as if she’s washing off sand from a seashell with her slender hands. “oh, oh!” feverishly you buck your hips, and “wanda!” a scream follows as she steps on her heel, her thigh going on a slope.

“that’s my pretty girl,” wanda husks, “keep moaning for me,” encouraging you. a simultaneous long moan erupts from both of you as she pinches your peaks, rolling them in between her fingers. a hungry grunt vibrates through her before diving into your tit, sucking it full with her mouth. your hand goes straight through her blonde hair, gripping it through the scalp, and then her shoulder where you find better leverage.

“that’s it-“ wanda huffs, “g-good, good, my good girl,” lost in the pleasure of sucking your chest. “yeah baby come for me-“

wanda guides your hips, setting a quick, solid rhythm. she pulses her heel up and down, and then it hits you,

“come for me, pretty girl. come for mommy-“

screaming and thrashing on top of her.

you crash against her chest, quivering all over, moan after moan tumbling out of your mouth, your hips still moving but at their own accord, with wanda’s hands resting on your buttcheeks. wanda hums when you quiet down, the vibration reaching your nipples, grazing you with a scream, cum dripping out of you. “dirty,” you mewl, referring to your soaked and sticky bikini bottom

wanda groans, “all mine,” palming your pussy through it, shoving her lips onto yours. you happily obliged, probing your tongue in her mouth, which she gladly accepted. massaging them together, suckling, and then nipping her lower lip, brushing your noses together.

“mhm!” you squeal as you pull away, giving wanda a radiant smile. she pinches your cheeks and pecks your nose. “okay then!” she claps her hands together, an eager woman with a plan. she kisses the side of your neck just below your ear. she pulls you away from her, settling you down in between her legs.

she gets up, get cozy, princess, mommy’s just gonna take something inside, okay?”

“mommy,” you whine, “can i come with?”

“no no, princess. it’s a surprise for you, okay? i’ll be back before you know it!” and then she’s gone.

you probably should have added “please” then she would’ve surely brought you in with her. but you do entertain yourself with the little time alone: rearranging glasses back in place, disregarding your wet bottom because wanda would take it off as usual, and finish the cocktail. you also spooned a bit of the coconut’s inside.

a loud chatter pulls you away from your little bubble, a group of people jet skiing echoing through the space. multiple arms wave in your direction, a booming “HELLO” as you wave back, blush coating your cheeks. you push your legs tight together. realizing the openness of the patio, you make a double take behind the place wanda has disappeared off, knowing that there’s more to come out of after your stunt, and most especially that you have brought her dominant side out here.

you drink wanda’s piña colada to pacify your nerves.

wanda isn’t scary, per se, she just gets super duper mega hot and towering—sometimes to the point of la petite mort—but this time the possibility of somebody else kayaking their way into your location makes you palpitate.

kayaking, the deliberate effort of rowing through this calm ocean—the agonizing trail of the canoes—it is something worse than a damn jet ski. this is driving you crazy!

“i’m sorry for the long wait, my darling. mommy couldn’t find it for a while ‘cause she’s thinking about you…”

you take a huge gulp, refusing to look at what's behind you. a hand ghosts on top of the beach chair. “it’s okay, wanda, i like the view here…”

“i know, princess. but it’ll look nicer if you see what mommy packed for you!”

this is her cue to come forward, blocking the peaceful view of the sea, showing her thick strap. you roll your eyes back, trembling all over, making her chuckle at the expected reaction, taking your hand to stroke her cock.

“i love the sound of your whimpers, baby. shows how much effect i have on you,” wanda husks, her desire of giving it to you palpable, because she dirty talks her way into your pussy as she does so. you gasp, “it’s big,” gripping the tip, feeling the faux veins coating the shaft. “you can take it, princess. i know it.”

“i don’t think so…” you dissent, shaking your head, at the same time anticipating it. but surely you can’t take it in you, it’ll hurt so bad. wanda shakes her head and palms your drenched clothed pussy before setting it aside.

she puts a finger in without warning, making you arch your back, a cry “mommy!” leaving your shocked mouth.

“now you’re calling me mommy,” she gives you a disapproving look, but urges you on smiling at the motion of you sucking her middle finger in fully without resistance. “i knew you’d be so wet, so i didn’t bring any lube.”

wanda takes her finger out and puts it in her mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of your cum. “mmm, i might just have to eat you out instead. would you want that, my princess?”

you nod your head rather aggressively, your face contorted in desperation. anything not to take her monster dick. however, wanda must’ve noticed your not-so-subtle calculation because she changes her mind, shaking her head, trying to hide her cheshire smirk.

“no,” she hum, “i think my tongue can wait for this sweet pussy. ‘cause then what’s gonna keep my baby girl’s boobs occupied?”

a squeal leaves your mouth as wanda drags your legs to the edge until it’s draping off the chair. you stick your legs together in the wind, your cum glistening on your pussy. wanda traces the slick that coats your inner thigh, just to get a rise out of you. she bites her lip in anticipation as she lubes her cock with your pussy juice, rubbing the tip over your clit.

“fuck,” she moans, “listen to it,” slapping it the toy against your pussy. “mommy,” you could only respond, already over the whole teasing fit. “please!”

“please what, princess?”

“plea-pl-“

she chuckles. wanda groans as she lines her cock in your opening, “use your words, darling. makes it easier for us,” waiting for you to vocalize.

you fling your hand forward to intertwine them with hers. “please fuck me, mommy. pleaseplease fill meplease!”

wanda whimpers.

“that’s my good girl.”

she enters you slowly, encouraging you to take deep breaths as she spreads your hole, tearing you open to get used to the size. your brows knit together at the sharp pain, mewling at the sensation. wanda peppers kisses all over your neck and jaw, distracting you from the initial process, “hey, hey, baby. it’s okay, mommy’s here–mommy will take care of you.”

your “thank you” gets swallowed by her lips, capturing yours in a languid tango, firm and warm in the tropical heat. your eyes flutter close alike battling sleep as, fighting the urge to just stay open because if you stare long enough at wanda’s eyelashes, you would be able to count them, but you settle with feeling it caressing your cheekbone. she breathes you in with each inhale, her hands coming to your cheeks to get a hold of you even more. you let out a keen for the numerous times she bites your lip, sliding her tongue in when you moan at the first thrust.

you break the kiss, “mommy,” giving her a pleading look. “please.”

she presents you a peck and nods her head, “oh yes,” beginning a pace. “is that okay, princess? does it hurt?”

“little only now, mommy. i like it,” you reply, taking her tongue in yours again.

“yeah?” she pulls away from the kiss, “you like mommy grinding down on you?” pushing in her length harder, her pace controlled. you hear the beach chair thud against the movement. your tits bounce at the same time, whimpering, tugging her hand, “faster please-“

“no, no. mommy’s gonna take her time, my love. i need to feel every inch of you before we get back. fuck! i’ve never fucked you in a bikini! it’s been in my bucket list for months now and i could finally-!”

wanda finds her pace, a grunt leaving her, pumping deeper into you, “-do this!” a cry leaving your swelling lips as your back arches in the process, her cock stuffing you full. “thank you, feels so good,” you slur, eyes rolling back, seeing the blue of cloudy skies. you think you begin to drool.

wanda makes an incoherent statement, her lower lip bitten to hold back her moans. a bucket of sweat forms on her forehead, little bubbles that slide down through her forehead and blushing face. her hair tangles in knots like a wet mop, clinging against her back.

her hands slither through your body, tracing patterns on your stomach, playing with your belly button. “you’re welcome,” she sighs, “anything for my favorite lady,” whispering over your ear, her hot puffs making your spine quiver. she nibbles your earlobe.

and your neck, sinking her teeth into flesh, planting a bruise, gripping your waist tight to pull you forward to meet her pounding. “ah fuck, wanda!” you yelp, as she stretches your pussy hole open and full. bucking her hips with no abandon, chasing that high that belongs in between your legs, her primal urge to please you—to hear you scream her name in your favorite vacation spot—to make you come apart only for her to build you back up.

“oh baby, uh,” wanda keens, clipping her hair out of the way of seeing you fucked out, “play with your tits, y/n. come on, please! show me your pretty bits,”

a high-pitched moan sounds out of you from wanda’s desperation, mimicking her movement a sex ago, setting your cups to the side. your fingers shake as you pinch and roll your nipples, your moans getting higher and prolonged the more you tug at them. your whole body spasms, thrashing under wanda who makes it her life’s mission to make you come around her cock.

you hear her chuckle close to your ear, licking a column of your neck, peppering kisses down onto your chest, replacing your fingers with her lips and tongue.

“so hard, so ha-“

“harder!” you sob, jackhammering your hips to meet hers, every snap ending with the sound of your juices thwacking around wanda’s big dick.

“hey, hey, princess look,” wanda slaps your face lightly to catch your attention, at the brink of tapping out, your brain unable to cope up with the situation anymore. you push your hoods open—screaming at the shock—the sight of wanda’s bare breasts bouncing up and down, looking so supple and fresh.

“mommy,” you whine, “i wanna suck you,”

how you managed to let that out you don’t know.

wanda whimpers, “oh baby,” purring as she downs her pace, “here princess,” taking one tit and holding in front of your mouth, “suck mommy good yeah?”

you only nod your head, speaking less to more. your mouth envelops in the hard peaks of the older woman, flicking it with your tongue before you actually suck it. wanda lets out a shaky breath, “y-yeah princess. be a good girl for mommy-“ driving her cock in your wet cunt in one swift thrust, frantic to hear you once more.

“y/n!” wanda writhes, the only leverage she has over you is her hands clenching your sides, “fuck fuckfuck me- mommy’s so close princess-!” screaming along with you.

“mommy, mommy,” you slur, attempting to wrap your legs around her waist but it’s too imposible with the energy you have. although wanda takes notice, helping you, wrapping one leg around her, whilst the other takes your hand the way you intended to in the first place. “yes, princess. mommy’s clo–come with me, please? come with me m’kay?”

repetitive words tumble out of wanda’s lips with the way her mind untangles as well, lost in the pleasure of having you fucked brainless. her tit falls off your mouth when you fling your head back, nearing into your climax. one more thrust—

a familiar loud chatter enters your hearing, pointing toward your direction, wanda noticing the same thing as she pauses for a beat, and before shame could creep into your head, she jolts her hips recklessly, fucking you with a few visitors.

“fuck yeah? we got an audience, baby. better give them our best sho-“

wanda chokes out a sob the same time as you, convulsing and trembling together at the climax. multiple expletives grunts out of her filthy mouth, complementing your sputtering.

wanda screams the same time as you do, crashing together. multiple expletives come out of her filthy mouth, complementing your whiny sounds.

“m-mommy!” you whine, drool dripping out of your mouth, “please–“ wanda grinning down at you, the loud chatter that once was powerful now weak and non-existent. “yes princess?” she purrs, washing the orgasm out of you. “i think you made them shut up, baby,” she chuckles breathlessly, her face red and wet. “but…we’re not done yet.”

you whine, exhaustion already painted all over you. “nope,” wanda pops the p and fixes your disheveled hair. you look so fucked out, not even a workout excuse is going to hide that.

“i just…” wanda takes her time to come up with something, a sugarcoated truth, maybe? or a white lie?

“…i wanna put all my cum inside you,” she lets out quietly, batting her eyes at you.

you cry with your legs spread open and shaking, ropes of cum filling your pussy hole. wanda giggles and moves her cock in a sensual pace, making sure nothing goes to waste.

“i’m so full mommy!”

“so full of my cum! how does it feel being filled with cum, huh, princess?”

you can barely open your eyes at this point, but wanda insists, slapping your face lightly to catch your short attention span. “you like it?”

“yes, mommy. makes me wanna suck you,” you whimper as wanda moans. “i’ll fuck my cum in you some more and then i’ll get to fuck your face?”

“yes, you offer breathlessly, drifting off. she takes your chin so you could face her, “no, no,” giving you a demanding look, “yes what?”

she puts her thumb in your mouth and you automatically suck. “yes, mommy.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff smut #wanda x reader #marvel smut #wlw smut

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chososdiscordkitten · 3 months

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JJK Men Slow Dancing + Songs!

Choso, Hiromi, Nanami, Gojo, Toji, Geto

tw: none! SFW, Gn reader, no gendered pronouns, honey used once:P word count: 3.5k (a.n) Tumblr ate the ask, sorry anon who requested this :( I know anon asked for reader asking them to dance but I did my own thing sowy

Choso

Unchained Melody- The Righteous Brothers

You were cooking dinner for him, it was a lazy sunday evening. You were playing music from your phone while mincing vegetables, and Choso was sitting on the island watching you.

The song that he had deemed was yours and his started, hearing you hum the intro while cutting up some potatoes. Standing up quietly, walking up behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin resting on the crook of your neck as he hummed the song in your ear. Hips slowly swaying back and forth in his grasp.

“Dance with me.” he whispered, making you halt your movements and place the knife onto the cutting board. Turning around to face him. Blushed cheeks and hazy eyes looking back at you.

Trailing your hand up his arm and past his shoulder. Landing it flat against the back of his neck, the other held his hand softly. His free hand holding you close to him by your waist.

Eye to eye as you kept swaying back and forth, his eyes looking at you with pupils in the shape of hearts. Smile of content on his lips as he stepped back, pulling you with him. Sloppy steps back and forth as he tried to let you lead.

Love sick eyes staring into yours as the song played, even if it wasn't precise or uniform, his movements were full of adoration and love. Knowing he found it endearing when you'd do what he asked, even if it was inconvenient.

Pressing his head to the side of yours, hearing him murmur the lyrics. Bodies pressed to one another as you closed your eyes, swaying slowly. His fingertips firm against your back, slowly pulling away from you and guiding you to do a slow spin before he held onto you once more.

So tight to make sure you couldn't evade him. Feeling time came to a halt, “Just you and me.” you mumbled, feeling him let out a small sigh of content.

Not being able to see it, but you knew there was a warm smile on his face. Pulling away from the crook of his neck, looking at his soft expression. Taking the hand that was on his nape and brushing away stray hairs from his face.

Tucking them behind his ear, “I knew watching those old films was a good idea.” you murmured, seeing him let out a stifled laugh. Clumsy feet trying to follow yours.

“All your ideas are good ideas.” he hummed, cheeks pink as you looked at him adoringly. Resting your hand on the side of his face, your fingers on his neck as your thumb made small circles on his cheek.

“Hungry?” you asked, tone low and almost a hum. Hearing him let out a small ‘mhm’, you leaned in to plant a soft kiss to his lips.

Pulling away and looking into his eyes, “I love you.” he whispered, placing another onto his parted lips.

“I love you too.” you hummed back. Feeling all the tenderness the world had formed between him and you in that moment.

‘Practicing for our wedding’ he told you the first time he asked you to dance with him. But when he realized he truly had no sense of how to waltz- he found himself asking you to help him frequently.

Because not only did he get to learn from you- but also those tender soft moments made te world taste sweeter to him. It was true, those old timey movies helped him in the flirting department. Making mental notes while watching them for the first time.

Higuruma

La Vie En Rose - Louis Armstrong

You were on a date with him, somehow leaving the restaurant he had invited you to and ending up at a bar. 10- maybe 11 at night, when the barkeep told both of you it was time to clear out, knowing it was a week day. Walking on the sidewalk as you held onto him for balance.

Hearing someone playing music across the street, you looked over and saw a crowd huddled around where the music was coming from. “Look-” you halted your steps, looking across the street. You were about to take a step down from the sidewalk to go see the musicians- but a speeding car made you retract your foot.

Earning a smiley “Careful-” from him as he pulled you from your elbow back to the sidewalk. “How bout you watch from a distance?” he smiled, looking into your eyes, trailing his hand down to hold onto yours.

Pulling you close to his chest, his other hand pressed against your back. Grasping your hand softly, a smile forming on your lips from his actions.

Taking a step forward, guiding you to take a step back. “I don't know how to dance-” you laughed, looking down to your feet to make sure not to step on his shoes. Looking back up at him, a loving stare looking back at you.

Hearing the song playing end, only to hear the soft intro to the song you always heard in the black and white films Hiromi liked to watch with you. Taking a step to the side, guiding you to move with him.

“It's a good idea not to look down.” he mocked with a smug smile, trying to contain the laugh that was forming in his chest. You raised your eyebrows sarcastically, all but saying ‘Oh?’ mockingly.

You kept flashing your eyes down to your feet as he leads you, the soft lyrics start to ring in your ears. Making your feet hesitate to move anytime you looked.

“Don't look down-” he huffed with a smile, making you snap your head back up to him. Swaying in a small circle slowly.

“I don’t wanna step on your shoes-” you grinned, an endearing smile on his lips.

Making a half laugh leave his chest, “Don't worry ‘bout that.” he hummed, making sure you kept your eyes on him.

“They don't matter to me.” he murmured. Eyes locked onto another as your feet finally stopped hesitating, trusting him enough to guide you. “There you go-” he praised, his tone making you smile, not feeling any more hesitation from you as he stepped back.

Earning a gratifying hum from you as he looked over your features.

With a smile you pressed the side of your face to his chest, hearing his heartbeat ring in your ears as you let out a content sigh.

Closing your eyes as your feet moved without thinking. His hand pressing you close to him. Swaying in a small circle in the middle of the sidewalk, hearing cars muddy the music anytime they passed. Feeling Hiromi’s hums vibrate through his chest as the song came to its end. Feeling his feet continue to move, long after the song had ended.

“There's no more music Hiromi-” you smiled, pulling away from his chest and looking back up at him. Seeing him look over and see the crowd of people had gone, and the musicians were packing up.

Looking back to you with furrowed eyebrows. “Let's just stay like this for a while longer, hm?” he asked, already knowing your answer. Placing your ear back to his chest, feeling him press you closer to his heavy beating heart.

Nanami

Only You (And You Alone) - The Platters + I'm In The Mood For Love - Julie London

You were making dinner for him, a vinyl record of his favorite songs you had gifted him playing in the living room. Knowing he'd be home in a few minutes. You looked in the mirror, making sure your hair looked perfect.

Knowing how much he liked when you greeted him at the door. Hearing the door knob start to move- taking a big step to the counter and picking up the glass of scotch you had poured for him. Walking to the door and seeing him pull it open. Smile forming the second he saw you.

“Welcome home.” you hummed, taking his briefcase from his hand and replacing it with the glass in yours.

“Aren't you a dream?” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Grabbing onto your hand as you led him to the kitchen, hearing him place the glass down on the counter while you passed it.

Turning around and looking at him, placing his briefcase on the couch. Feeling him pull you closer, hearing the start of one of his favorite songs start. “Dance with me.” you mumbled, feeling his hand on your waist.

Furrowing his eyebrows and feeling your hand roam up to his broad shoulder, “What for, hm?” he cooed, feeling you start to sway.

“Food isn't done yet.” you murmured, feeling him start to sway with you. Warm smile forming on his face, precise movements as he led you to step back, just tired enough to play into your ideas.

Feeling his hand hold you close, looking into his eyes as he stepped back softly. “What’d you make?” he murmured, making you smile,

“Your favorite-” you hummed, making him give a small smile.

“You really are a dream.” he praised, lips parted as you looked at him. “Thank you honey.” you hummed, making him look at you lovingly.

“How was your day?” you hummed, seeing him sigh softly.

“Better now.” his voice vibrated through your ears feeling warmth flood your cheeks. Leaning up and placing a soft kiss to his lips, pulling away as the song rang through your ears.

“And you? How was your day?” he hummed noses brushing against each other, breathing the same air. Y

ou smiled with a hum, “Better now-” feeling him press his lips to yours softly. Being able to see his tiredness in his eyes. Feeling your touch charge him with energy, the song making this moment feel straight out of a movie. Thinking that it is truly only you, half lidded eyes admiring your features.

Suddenly very aware of how your hand felt against his, smiling before pressing himself closer to you. His head on the crook of your neck as he slowly swayed, “My one and only you-” he hummed along with the song. H

earing it come to its end, the next song starting to play. “The food should be done now-” you hummed, feeling his hands go unmoved.

“Just a while longer.” he whispered, looking at him softly before murmuring a small ‘okay.’ Placing your head on his chest, hearing him hum the tune.

Closing your eyes in content as he swayed you. The hand on your back caressing small circles as his shoes clacked against the hardwood floor.

The distant feeling of exhaustion forgotten as you healed him with your touch. Closing his eyes, his humming vibrating against your face.

Gojo

Dream a Little Dream of Me - Elle fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong

Gojo had been out of town on a mission for a few days. You weren't expecting him to come home till tomorrow, you were making lunch for one. Music played lowly from the tv as you swayed in your pj’s, heavy rain hitting the floor to ceiling windows.

Cloudy weather making you feel somewhat melancholy. Standing there making eye contact with the sad grilled cheese on the stove. Hearing the door knob jiggle, you looked over. Seeing it violently moving, taking a step away from the stove. Hearing the lock turn and the door burst open, eyes going wide when you saw a white haired surprise.

“I’m homee-” he sighed. Making you speed walk over, wrapping your arms around him. Inhaling the light hint of his cologne.

The minute he stepped in, the next song played. Making him let out a small laugh, his arms wrapping around you. The rain easing up as the droplets slid down the windows. “I missed you-” you mumbled into his chest.

“I can tell-” he laughed, hearing the lyrics from the television. “Don't tell me you were dreaming about me?” he teased, making you look up at him with a bugged expression.

“Fine- I won't miss you from now on.” you joked, pulling away from him. The sun peaking through the clouds as you felt his hand pull you back to him, looking into your eyes.

“Miss me everytime i'm gone, okay?” he hummed, holding your hand up and wrapping his other hand behind your back. Resting your hand on his bicep as he took a step forward, following his steps as the song played.

Precise movements as he leaned down to press a soft his to your forehead, whispering the lyrics. ‘Dream a little dream of me-’ as you pressed your head to his collar.

Swaying back and forth, “I know it's serious when you're listening to your old people music.” he mumbled, making vibrations rumble to your head. Knowing him he said that with a stupid smile on his face.

“Toru?” you asked, pulling from his chest and looking into his picturesque eyes that looked back at you with so much love. Sun beaming through the damp windows as you scanned his soft features. Hearing him let out a hum in response.

“You miss me too?” you grinned, almost teasingly. Seeing him nod his head with a stupid smile, pulling you back to his chest.

Swaying back and forth as he let out a small laugh, “Sometimes-” he teased, hearing the end of the song ring through his ears as you smelled burning.

Pulling away from him and gasping. “My grilled cheese!” you cried out, walking towards the smoking stove. Flipping the sandwich and seeing it was charred.

Mouth slack jawed as you mourned the loss. “C’mon don't sulk-” he laughed, turning off the stove. “I'll get you some real food.” he smiled, patting your back as the sun made your pout even more evident.

“This was real food.” you retorted. Tossing the burnt sandwich in the trash.

“Two pieces of bread and a single slice of cheese is not food.” he argued, tone a little too sassy for your tastes.

“Don’t sass me, sir.” you hummed, seeing him take a step closer to you. His hand trailing up the side of your face. Leaning down and blinking his eyes shut, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I missed you too.” he hummed, looking into your eyes with a sweet smile.

Toji

You mean everything to me - Neil Sedaka

You were on the couch, reading a book on one end and Toji sitting beneath your calves on the other end. You were so distracted by the book in your hands you hadn't noticed Toji’s head was thrown back, eyes closed as his thumb caressed your shin.

Your phone connected to the tv playing quiet music so you could read with something in the background. You furrowed your eyebrows and peaked above the top of the book. Not knowing why he was just sitting there, he was awake too.

“Toji-” you called out, seeing him snap his head back upwards and look over to you. Raising his eyebrows asking you ‘What?’ a small smile appears on your lips, “You bored or something?” you huffed, seeing his droopy eyes.

Toji nodded his head no, dismissing your curiosity and closing his eyes once more.

“Just thinkin.” he stated, the corner of his mouth rising slowly. You shook your head, looking back down to your book, but you couldn't keep from flashing your eyes back up to look at him.

Wondering what he could be thinking about, “I can feel you staring at me-” he huffed, making you look back down to your book. Mumbling a quiet apology.

Looking down to the pages, not reading them. Just pondering what on earth he could be thinking about, knowing he wasn't usually shy about sharing his thoughts or opinions.

Looking up from your book and seeing now he was staring at you, furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. Now he was wondering what you could be thinking of. The beginning of the song making a small smirk form on your lips.

Irking his head, all but asking you what you were thinking of. You shrugged “This song reminds me of you.” you mumbled, looking down to your book and changing the conversation.

He peaked a brow, listening to the lyrics. You put your book down and pulled your legs from his lap, standing up and looking down at him, holding a hand out.

“Dance with me.” you smiled, seeing him look up at you with a sour expression.

“Why?” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. You huffed with a smile, reaching for his hand and guiding him to stand. Slumped shoulders and heavy hands as he looked at you with a pout.

“Don't be a brat- doesn't look good for someone of your age.” you teased, grabbing his hands and guiding one onto your hip. Seeing him roll his eyes with a huff, holding his hands in place.

So hesitant that he left a space between you, almost like you were in a middle school dance ‘leave enough room for god’ as the teachers would say. Y

ou straightened your back, taking a step back as he reluctantly followed. Feeling his shoulder tense below your palm as you smiled.

“Don't be so tense-” you demanded, his face trying to suppress a small smile. His feet finally got the hang of the slow steps you took. Mumbling small praises as you felt him ease up.

The corners of his mouth threatening to peak, you rested your head to his chest, being able to hear how fast his heart was beating. Toji’s feigned stoic demeanor he tried to show you crumbling, his calloused hand holding yours gently.

“Toji?” you mumbled, feeling his heart pound at your voice. “

What?” he tried to sound annoyed, making small circles back and forth as the song played quietly. Pulling from his chest and looking to his face, pouty lips and furrowed brows looking back at you. With a small hint of pink forming on his cheeks.

“You're blushing.” you whispered, seeing him squint his eyes.

“M’not.”

“And your hearts beating awfully fast.” you hummed, trailing your hand to the side of his face.

Thumb trailing beneath his jawline, Toji scoffed, “Creep.” he murmered, making you let out a small giggle before placing your head back to his chest.

Feeling the hand on your back press you closer to him, uncaring if you could see through his feigned annoyance.

Geto

Anyone Who Knows What Love Is - Irma Thomas

You were finishing a film you had started yesterday with him before bed. He was reading while claiming he was watching it. Head on your lap as you sit on the couch. Running your fingers through his hair. The end scene made you smile, two old people slow dancing in their bedroom.

“Look Suguru-” you smiled, making him look over his book to the film. “It's us in 30 years.” you grinned, making him look up at you with a soft smile.

"And why can't that be us now?” he hummed, making you perk a brow.

He sat up, shuffling on the couch before standing up, pulling you up with him. “For starters- we aren't 75.” you smiled, taking his hand into yours.

Straightening his back with a huff from his nose in amusement. “Let's pretend we are.” he retorted, the song playing while the credits to the music panned on the tv. He took a step back, stiff and in an attempt to be precise.

Stumbling on your feet as he tried mimicking what the film showed.

“Your dancing is off, mister.” You teased, being able to tell he was stumbling on his steps as he tried to find the rhythm.

“That's why we’re practicing for when we are 75.” he hummed, trying to focus on his steps without looking down to his feet. Coming close to his face, noses almost brushing against each other, “By 75 I'll be perfect.” he muttered, eyes staring into yours as you smiled.

His feet finally found a steady motion, whisking you in slow circles around the couch as you hummed praises, “Looks like you got it down now.” you whirred, his hand on your back holding you close to him.

Your hand on his lower bicep as his delicate fingers laced with yours. Mouthing the lyrics while looking into your eyes, leaning down and pressing his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and focusing on your warmth. Following him and closing your eyes, small smile on your lips as the song played.

A sigh falling from your lips as he eased up, “I told you I'd have it down by 75.” he mumbled, making you let out a small laugh.

Pulling from him, extending yourself with his hand in yours. Twirling back to him, his chest pressed against your back as his hands wrapped around you. Humming lowly in your ear, as he swayed you both back and forth.

Being able to feel his breathing cross against your ear. Feeling him pull away from your shoulder, and press a soft kiss to your ear. Undoing you from his arms as you faced him, light from the tv illuminating his soft features.

Smile on his lips as you found the rhythm again, his hand splayed against your back softly as you scanned his face.

I restrained myself a bit on Choso's, If I didn't it would end up being 3k words bruh. my favorite was hiromis hehehehe

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zg0nuwa · 10 months

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Hey, hope you're fine...and i see that you're another fan for Miguel (we are) can you write the father day with his daughter and the reader as his wife please:(?....(i just hate my daddy issues)

★ best dad ever ! ⎯⎯

i don't think you understand how much power you just gave me with this (i had like half of this written already but tumblr crashed and i was one step away from going into my joker era)

miguel o'hara x wife!reader

warnings ; angsty fluff, i tried experimenting with the spanish but i feel like i failed miserably, lowercase intended, i'm not a spanish speaker so you're free to correct me on the spanish.

miguels work schedule was very unstable. there were times when he would be gone for the whole day and then there were times when he could spend most of the day at home. you understood, for the most part, he had the multiverse on his shoulders no matter how hard you wished for him to have a much less dangerous job. of course not everyone knew why he sometimes had to disappear for long periods of time.

and one of them was your daughter. all she knew was that " daddy does very important things and he has to go but he will always come back ".

this year, fathers day rolled up on a sunday which meant not only your daughter was home but also you. for your husband it was a little more complicated. he woke up in the middle of the night to a notification from lyla about another anomaly going nuts in the wrong universe. you loved the ai but in this particular moment you wanted to explode her with your mind.

" i'll be back before sunset, i promise " with that and a kiss on your forehead he left through the portal in your bedroom.

the next time you woke up that day was because of your daughter. she climbed onto your bed and started to shake you lightly with her small hands.

" mom? where’s daddy? " you opened your eyes to gabi hovering above you with her favorite plush animal pressed close to her chest. she had this disappointed expression on her small face. you knew it was because of miguel being gone. she planned this whole day for him, you even helped her organize everything.

" i’m sorry sweetheart… daddy had to go to work. " you pulled her in so her head was under your chin. she clung to you like a small koala bear as you played with her thick brown hair. definitely his genes.

" but, he promised he'll be back before your bedtime sooo, we can still make something special. what do you say about that? "

after a small argument about who gets the cooking part of preparations, which obviously ended with you being responsible for it, you and gabi got to work. as you were looking through your old mexican cuisine recipe book [ that you definitely didn’t bought only for miguel to feel more at home during meals ] you saw your dughter holding a box of artsy stuff.

" cariño, ¿qué estás haciendo allí? "

" making daddy a poster! it's going to say 'el mejor papa de todos'! " you couldn't help the big smile from appearing on your face. you knew how much time miguel put into teaching gabi spanish and it always warmed your heart when they sat down at the dining table and simply talked in spanish, your husband making little corrections in pronounciation or grammar from time to time. but no matter what he always looked as if he had hearts in his eyes.

★

you knew miguels work schedule was unstable and sometimes took him out of the house for a whole day, and you understood. but gabi not so much. so here you are, 10:48 pm on the clock and no sign of your husband. you spent the past two hours comforting her and promising her that it wasn't miguels fault and that he loved her. finally at around 11 pm she fell asleep in her bed. you turned off the cat shaped nightlamp and as quietly as possible closed the door to her room.

with a heavy sigh you went back to the kitchen to start cleaning everything up. while puting away food into the fridge you heard a specific glitching sound and you already knew who showed up home.

" you're late. " you weren't really mad at him , it was just tiring sometimes.

" i know, i'm sorry love... it's just - things got a little out of control. " you didn’t look at him and his first thought was to come behind you and hug your waist hoping it would make you feel even a little bit better. “ was there something that i forgot about today? is that why you’re angry? “

" i’m not angry, but your daughter is. she planned the whole fathers day for you. "

" ay, coño… " he sounded defeated, tired, and disappointed in himself. you pulled yourself away from him and came up to the poster gabi made, its was rolled in a tube to not spoil anything before the big reveal. you handed it to miguel with a tiny smile on your face. he was a bit confused for a second but he got the memo and rolled out the paper to it’s full extent. you could see the tears forming on his waterline as he chuckled. probably because of the spelling mistake made by gabi that you didn’t have the heart to point out.

" me and gabi made a deal for you, you have take us to the zoo tomorrow, and she demands that you let her piggyback the entire time to repay for your sins. "

" i guess there’s no other option. " he said with a smile.

cariño, ¿qué estás haciendo allí? - honey, what are you doing there?

el mejor papa de todos - the greatest dad ever

ay, coño - oh, fuck

#atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman atsv

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doraspenlow · 11 months

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Sopranos Sunday: A Call To Action

Are you feeling morose about the end of HBO’s Succession? Does the current state of television, vaguely defined by binging shows in a week and mostly forgetting them, make you sad? Have you always wanted to watch The Sopranos, considered by many to be the greatest show of all time, but you just haven’t gotten around to it? Well, I’m like you, and I have an idea for you, inspired by this tweet I saw yesterday:

This struck me as a good idea for tumblr, because it would involve many things tumblr loves, namely:

Prestige TV (See, Succession)

Serialized Narratives (See, Dracula Daily)

Mobsters (See, Goncharov)

Doing things collectively (See, Dracula Daily and Goncharov)

And commitment to the bit (See, this whole website)

So. Let’s do it. This Sunday, June 11th, let’s start a journey back to turn of the millennium New Jersey. That evening, around 8-10 PM (prestige tv timeslot) go to HBO Max or an… illicit… website, and turn on episode 1 of The Sopranos. Blog about it. Speculate about what might happen in future episodes (it’s more fun if you don’t spoil yourself). The next Sunday, watch episode 2. And so on, and so on. This will be a Commitment (The Sopranos has 86 episodes, so at a pace of one a week that’s nearly two years) but I believe in the tenacity of tumblr users. And I think we’re ready for the odd Breaking Bad memes but about The Sopranos now.

If you feel moved to join me, spread the word! Post any liveblogging etc in the “sopranos sunday” tag! And if you’ve already seen the show, maybe this would be a good time to rewatch? Anyway, have fun! I hope to see you all this Sunday night!

#sopranos sunday #the sopranos #succession #television

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baby-yongbok · 5 months

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Sunday

Dom!Hyunjin x Dom!Han x Sub!Fem Reader

Genre: Smut, Pretty damn filthy 🌶️

Word Count: 4,688

Summary: Sunday can either be calm and relaxing or wild and fun. This weekend things take more of a spicy turn.

Warnings: Hyunsung action, unprotected sex (Wrap it up), dirty talk, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, squirting, creampie, anal sex, hand jobs, double penetration, slight orgasm denial, rough sex, Slight on screen aftercare, pet names, Reader is called a slut or twice, Han is mostly referred to as Jisung or Ji, Hyunjin is called Hyune and Jin. (Sorry if I missed anything, 99% sure this is all)

A/N: With all of the content that's been coming out and seeing Hyunjin and Han be silly with each other I started thinking... The rest is history. How my brain took them being cute and silly and turned it into pure filth idk.. (Sorry if you find mistakes, I only read over it once.)

✨Masterlist✨

The nights in the house were either quiet or rowdy, no in-between. Hyunjin and Jisung were without a doubt the louder ones tonight, playing video games and ordering food seemed to be a common weekend pass time for the boys. With both of them working early mornings and late nights preparing for this year's last comeback they looked forward to their rare free weekends to binge YouTube videos and game to their heart's content.

You usually spend the weekends differently. You often occupied your time by reading books, painting, baking, watching a show and sometimes you even joined the boys while they fought each other in whatever game they’ve chosen for the night. Tonight you decided to do something different, you sat in your shared bedroom scrolling on your phone, headphones in and the lights dim. It's been hours since you’ve seen the boys, three to be exact. After dinner they cleaned up, gave you a kiss and went right to the sitting room to play. Despite your lonesome you found yourself feeling content, what better way to spend your Sunday night than listening to naughty audios and scrolling down Tumblr?

"Babe?" The sound of Jisung’s voice breaking through the moaning of your audio startles you. You look up to find him leaning against the doorframe. "Why are you in the dark?"

Grinning a bit you lower the volume of the audio you’re listening to and sit up. You try your best not to make the horny flush of your cheeks too obvious. Jisung is super observant and will notice the smallest change no matter how hard you try to hide it. "It's not dark, I just dimmed the lights a bit. Besides, I thought you and Jinnie were pouring yourself into a duos match."

"He got a call from Chan and had to take it, something about a wardrobe change." Stalking towards you slowly, Jisung furrows his brows. "I thought I'd find you reading or dancing to music, not scrolling on your phone in the dark."

You pull your lips into a thin line opting to stay silent rather than coming up with some ludicrous excuse. What are you going to say? 'I'm actually just listening to a porn audio and scrolling through some smut on Tumblr.' No. You’re not saying that. Not in a Million years. You can understand why he’s so confused though, you’re usually up and busy when the boys come to find you around the house. It’s unusual for you to be doing nothing.

A quizzical look dampens Jisung's features as he quickly grabs your phone, ripping your earbuds away from you. "Ji! Stop it."

What was supposed to be a playful initiation turned into something so much darker once his eyes landed on your screen. A gif of a girl being fingered was front and center, and to make matters worse the moaning blaring from your headphones added a bit of spice to the situation.

Licking his lips and turning towards you, Jisung grins menacingly. "Is this why you're all alone here? You were being a slut?"

The horny blush that you were trying to hide seconds ago deepens and your mouth goes dry as you wrack your brain for a response but none of them seem to want to leave your parted lips. "All you have to do is ask, you know I can never say no to you." Tossing your phone onto the mattress, Jisung swiftly grabs your ankles and pulls you down onto your back, he positions himself in between your legs. He parts your knees and pins them to the mattress, holding you in place for him. Your lounge outfit of panties and one of his T-shirts was perfect for the easy access that this situation required.

"Look at this, you're soaking through your panties, dove." Running a single finger up and down your covered core, Jisung teases you slowly. You can’t help but to shiver each time the pad of his finger caresses your swollen clit.

"Ji?" Hyunjin curiously makes his way to the room but stops dead in his tracks once he gets a glimpse of what's going on. "Without me?"

"It seems that we have a very naughty girl here listening to porn while we’re away. What should we do with her?"

Hyunjin’s eyes darken instantly, his gaze lands on your desperate one before trailing down your plush curves and stopping at your dripping core. If looks could kill you’d be fucking dead. The hungry look in Hyunjin’s eyes never fails to intimidate you in the most thrilling way possible.

"Oh really?" He takes a couple of steps into the room, strolling towards the two of you at a torturous pace. “I think that we should play with her, if our angel wants to be naughty then who are we to stop her?”

Jisung watches as you attempt to press your thighs together at Hyunjin’s suggestion. He keeps them open, grinning up at you with dark eyes." Grab her phone, check out what she's been indulging in." Without a hint of hesitation Hyunjin walks closer and makes his way around the bed. He grabs your phone, unlocking it with ease since you all know each other's passwords.

"Ah, so our shy little slut wants to be fingered? Let me not stop you, Ji." Crawling onto the bed and over to you, Hyunjin instructs you to sit up so that he can position himself behind you. You settle between his legs and now Hyunjin has a perfect view of Jisung and your dripping core. Moving your panties to the side, Jisung teases your folds painfully slow. He dips his finger into your entrance, inching in at tiny intervals before pulling out completely. The hours of porn that you’ve both listened to and watched has proven to be more than enough foreplay based on how swollen you are. Even the feeling of the cool air hitting your core sends a shiver up your spine.

"She's soaked, Hyune." You tilt your head back to look at Hyunjin, he stares down at your blown pupils with interest and amusement. There’s nothing that he loves more than watching you be fucked out and desperate for the two of them.

"Did you get wet thinking of us coming in here and doing everything that you were listening to? You wanted us to wreck you?" You nod your head sheepishly and Hyunjin raises an eyebrow at you "Speak up, angel. You know we love hearing your pretty voice."

"I was thinking about the two of you touching me." Hyunjin gently brushes his knuckles over your cheek before he snakes his hands down to your breast and kneads it harshly.

"What did you imagine me doing?” He stares down at you expectantly, waiting patiently for you to reply. Your tongue feels dry and heavy in your mouth but you drag it across your lips anyway as you prepare to answer him.

“I imagined you fucking my pussy.” You can feel Hyunjin’s cock twitch beneath you as he pinches your nipple. You buck your hips as much as you can against Jisung's grip, grinding into nothing.

“Yeah? What about Ji?”

“I imagined him fucking my ass.”

“Is your tight little hole ready for that? Do you need his fingers first?" Without hesitation you nod your head. Your mouth is agape as you wait for their next move, eager to take all that they’ll give you. Hyunjin looks over to Jisung as he toys with your breast through your shirt, Jisung’s lip is sunken into his bottom lip as his eyes flick back and forth between your dripping core and Hyunjin’s hands. They exchange glances and you gasp as Jisung suddenly sinks his finger into your heat. Your eyes roll back and a whimper escapes you as you grind into his touch. Jisung curls his finger inside you as he picks up the pace a bit. Your pussy gushes around his fingers as Hyunjin hikes up your shirt to reveal your full breast and hard nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, smirking a bit when you groan at the sensitivity.

"We wanna hear you louder baby, don't be shy." You allow your jaw to hang open at his request, letting out a deep and loud moan. You arch your back into Hyunjin, turning your face so that your cheek is pressing against the bulge in his shorts. "She's being so obedient today. She must’ve really worked herself up.”

Hyunjin lifts your head for a second so that he can free his aching cock from the confines of his shorts. Your attention shifts once you feel the warmth of him against your cheek. You open your mouth instinctively, craving the weight of him on your tongue.

"Let’s see if she can keep being this good." Jisung presses your legs into the mattress before moving both of his hands away. “Stay still, Jagi.”

You mumble out a small ‘okay’ and seconds later you feel the warmth of Jisung's mouth on your pussy. He adds another finger to your stretched hole as he laps at your clit like a starved man. Louder moans and pants escape you but you’re quickly silenced by the length of Hyunjin’s cock breaching your parted lips. You lick over to soft skin earning a light groan from the man above you. He watches with furrowed eyes as you struggle to take his length down your throat. Your tongue swirls around his tip, collecting his leaking arousal and letting it run down your chin, you know just how he likes it, messy and wet.

“Fuck, angel, is Ji making you feel good?” Hyunjin looks down at your other partner as he works his tongue over your pussy, he bites his lip as they make eye contact, a low moan leaving the both of you.

"So good, I’m so close." Hyunjin and Jisung exchange silent signals once again and before you know it all of the pleasure that you were previously feeling is ripped away from you. You whimper at the loss of contact, pulling away from Hyunjin's dick once Jisung pulls away from your core.

"I don’t remember giving her permission to cum. I don’t think you did either, did you Jin?" Jisung asks with a cocky grin as he licks the taste of you off of his lips and unties his sweatpants strings.

"I didn’t, were you going to cum, princess? Without our permission?"

“N-no I wasn’t I promise. I’m still being so good for you, promise.” You whine as you sit up, looking between the two of them. Hyunjin lazily strokes his cock, spreading your slick spit over the tip and sighing at the sensation. Jisung, stands from the end of the bed, circling around to be closer to the both of you. He starts to strip himself of his sweatpants, as his eyes flicker between yours and Hyunjin’s.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and show us how good you can be, yeah? After that we’ll see if you can cum.” You take a deep breath, your whole body trembling as you crawl off of the bed and get down on your knees, you look up at them with pleading fucked out eyes and they can’t help but to smirk at each other at the sight.

“So good for us.” Jisung steps out of the pooled fabric of his sweatpants and you open your mouth at the sight of his cock. Hyunjin has a longer dick than Jisung but he beats Hyunjin when it comes to girth, either way they're both a mouth full, taking their pretty cocks down your throat has become somewhat of an addiction for you. You find yourself staying up late and waiting for them just to have a taste and help rid them of their pent up stress. “Go ahead, baby.”

Jisung stares down at you with a gaze full of lust and adoration as you lean forward to take his length down your throat. He moans as you start to move your head back and forth, your tongue flickers against the head of his cock and he throws his head back in pure bliss as you swallow around him. You look up at him with watery doe eyes as you deep throat him, choking a bit.

"Look at you take that cock so well." Hyunjin compliments as he stands next to Jisung, looking down at you with a pleased smirk. He grabs a handful of your hair and starts to control your movements, slowing down and speeding up in a rhythm that Jisung seems to enjoy.

"Fuck." He breathed out as the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, you choke around him again, tears running down your cheeks as you swirl your tongue around his length.

Once he’s satisfied Hyunjin lets go of your hair and turns his attention to his boyfriend whose eyebrows are knitted together as he pants from the intense pleasure. He runs his hand up the back of his neck and tangles his fingers in his hair, snapping Jisung back to reality. He opens his eyes for a second before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Hyunjin’s lips. A desperate twin growl erupts from their throats as they taste each other. A moan vibrates from your throat as you watch intently, enjoying the show as you bring a hand to Han’s cock to stroke what you can’t take down your mouth. Your boyfriend seems to copy you, he reaches over towards Hyunjin’s cock, wrapping his hand around it and stroking slowly. Hyunjin breaks the kiss at the new sensation, moaning loudly and looking down to the source of pleasure.

"Get Jinnie’s dick wet, baby." You pull back from Jisung’s cock slowly, releasing it with a dramatic ‘pop’ that the boy's smile at.

“Having fun?” Jisung asks and you smile up at both of them and shake your head.

The smile on Hyunjin’s face is quickly transformed when he feels the warmth of your mouth. A deep groan escapes him as take his entire length down your throat and swallow around him, you bob your head slowly, adjusting the pace to his preference. Jisung likes when you suck him off fast and choke around him while Hyunjin likes when you take your time.

“Oh angel, that fucking throat is a dream.”

Once Hyunjin starts to adjust to the euphoric feeling that you’re providing he reaches over to stroke Jisung’s cock using the spit that's left behind from your mouth. "Fuck, Hyune you know you're good at that."

“Kiss me, Ji.” He quickly complies, leaning over and attaching their lips in a heated kiss while Jisung's hand rests on the back of your head encouraging you to take all of your boyfriend's cock. Hyunjin moans into Jisung's mouth when you swallow around him again. Han presses against your head slightly, holding you in place and plugging your throat with Hyunjin’s dick, tears run down your face as you feel your cheeks begin to burn from the lack of oxygen. He finally lets up when you gag around his cock, you pull back, taking a deep breath and filling your burning lungs with oxygen. Spit drips down your chin as you pant with your tongue out like an eager puppy. Jisung suddenly breaks the kiss and squats down next to you gripping Hyunjin’s cock in his hand.

"Suck him off with me." Jisung's focuses his gaze on the man above him as he opens his mouth and sucks on the tip of Hyunjin’s member. He teases him slightly, taking him into his mouth inch by inch before bobbing his head. He made sure to leave enough room for you to suck and lick Hyunjin’s balls, something that made the man weak every time without fail.

"Fuck, you two are gonna make me cum." You both look up at Hyunjin, your twin fucked out pupils twinkling with lust and desire as your tongues run over his most sensitive spots. He nearly loses it at the sight, he's a sucker for good head and eye contact and you both know it. "Touch yourselves while you suck me off."

You moan in response, Jisung's hand instantly reaches over to rub your clit and follow his action, wrapping your hand around his cock and stroking him at a steady pace. Your shared moans filling the room nearly mimicked a medieval choir, each the noises erupting from your throats displayed their own pitch of pleasure, you each fed off of each other's energy, pushing and pulling as you pleased. Jisung takes his boyfriend's cock down his throat one more time before releasing it, mimicking the ‘pop’ that you did earlier and earning a faint chuckle from you. He gives your ass a firm slap before standing.

"What do you say we fuck this pretty girl, yeah?" They both look down at you tantalizingly before Hyunjin gently pulls you up by your hair. "You wanna be filled, angel?"

"Yes please, I want to feel you both." With a groan of a response Hyunjin takes a step back and sits on the edge of the bed. He holds his hand out towards you, inviting you to straddle his waist. You excitedly climb onto him, attaching your lips immediately and melting into a sweet kiss as you both wait for Han. Just as you two start to get more into your make-out Jisung comes up behind you and kneads the plush of your waist and ass softly.

“Ready?” You whimper out a small ‘yes’ against Hyunjin’s lips before you start kissing him again. With your word Jisung smears a glob of warm lube onto your asshole, he circles your second entrance lightly as he preps you. He slides his pointer finger into your puckered hole slowly, your greedy hole allows his finger to glide in with ease. He thrusts into you a few times before adding another finger and fucking you a bit deeper and rougher. Moans vibrate through you as you pull away from the kiss, You throw your head back as you grind into his fingers, rubbing your sopping cunt against the length of Hyunjin’s cock in the process. He moans along with you as he takes in the view of your beautifully contorted face above him.

"I think this ass is ready for my cock." Jisung states before slapping your right ass cheek firmly, you yelp at the sensation and he smoothly rubs the sting away. "Do you agree, Jagi?"

"Yeah yeah, I’m so ready." They take your fucked out response as their queue to position themselves. Jisung rubs the head of his cock at the entrance of your asshole before slowly pushing in. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream at the stretch of him. He pushes in slowly to allow you time to adjust to the feeling. It doesn’t take him long to bottom out, your hole is always so ready to swallow his cock.

“J-ji you’re so b-big” You can feel his cock twitch inside of you at your comment. He sighs at how tight you are around him, trying his best to keep his hips still.

“Hyune, please get inside of her. She’s impossibly tight.” Hyunjin acts quickly at Jisung’s request, sliding into your dripping cunt easily with the help of the various forms of slick. You all moan in tandem at the tight squeeze, you can’t help but to clench around them making it even more difficult for the boy’s to control themselves.

"Fuck, I can feel you inside of her, Hyune"

"I can feel you too, this pussy is squeezing me so good." You all stay still for a bit, getting used to the cock warming before you start to fuck. You all know that this’ll end quickly but the longer that you can last the better. It’s usually you who ends up cumming first and if you’re being honest you can see that being the case today too. Once you’re all adjusted to the tight squeeze they start to move in sync.

“Holy Shit, she’s fucking creaming on us. You feel that good, baby?” You’re way too fucked out to give Jisung an actual answer. You nod the best you can before leaning forward and resting your head in the crook of Hyunjin’s neck giving him a front row seat to the pornographic moans falling from your lips.

“Of course she feels good.” Hyunjin grunts as he bottoms out inside of you at the same time as Jisung. The boys moan in unison at the feeling of their cocks dragging along your walls together. “You know our princess loves to be stuffed full of us.”

“You like how full our cocks make you feel?” Jisung reaches forward and grabs a handful of your hair, he yanks your head back a lot rougher than you expected. The harsh sting makes your holes clench, milking a moan from the both of them. “How about we fuck you like a slut, huh?”

Han snaps his hips into yours and your eyes roll back into your head. When Hyunjin matches his action your jaw hangs open and your tongue lulls out of your mouth. There are so many sounds trying to escape from you but you’ll have to settle with a silent scream for now. They fuck up into you at an animalistic pace, rocking you against Hyunjin's pelvis and stimulating your clit in the process. You can’t even find it in you to move anymore, you’re simply a cock sleeve existing for their please at this point.

“Aw, she gave up.” Jisung lets go of your hair with a cocky chuckle, You let your head fall and rest against Hyunjin's chest as you cry out for them.

“D-don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum, I wanna cum on your cocks. Please please please. Fuck.” Hyunjin can’t help but to bite his lip at your desperate babbling. It was only a matter of time before you fell apart.

“I think our angel earned an orgasm. Don’t you, Ji?”

“She’s been so fucking good, so fucking tight, so perfect. I think she earned it.” Jisung throws his head back as your walls start to vigorously contract around them.

"Go ahead, princess" Hyunjin prompts through gritted teeth.

“Cum for us.” Jisung groans and you let go for them immediately. You can’t help but to scream at the over stimulation as they both continue to fuck into your trembling walls. Just as your first orgasm starts to subside you feel another one forming deep in your belly.

“Oh fuck, oh my god, again. I-i’m gonna cum again.” Hyunjin wraps his hands around your throat, pressing gently at the sides and using your neck as leverage to pound into you. Whimpers fall from you as you near the edge of completion once again, it isn’t long before similar sounds start to fall from your boyfriend's lips.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna bust, Ji.”

“Me too, me fucking too.”

"Cum with us, angel." They both began to twitch inside of you more and more as their orgasms rushed to the forefront. “Make a fucking mess, come on.” Hyunjin grunts as his thrusts become more sloppy.

You contract around them over and over, trying your best to milk orgasms out of all of you. “Baby, baby, baby. If you keep doing that I’m gonna - Gonna fucking -”

“I’m cumming.” Jisung is cut off by Hyunjin's deep moan as he spills thick ropes of cum inside of you. Whines fall from his lips at the feeling of the overstimulation. Hyunjin never likes to pull out until both him and Jisung have finished, he’ll fuck you for another thirty minutes just waiting for him too cum too. “My god, Ji- Jisung, I can feel you. Please cum for us, fuck.”

Hyunjin’s pleading seems to throw you and your boyfriend over the edge at the same time. Han grabs your hips, digging his fingers into the plush flesh as he pulls you against him. The warm feeling of his seed flooding you mixed with Hyunjin’s moaning and whining has you trembling between them as streams of arousal squirt from your swollen cunt. The warm arousal pools at Hyunjin’s pelvis and runs down his hips creating a puddle beneath him.

Jisung hunches over leaning against your back for support as he comes down from his high. Panting fills the room as the smell of sex and sweat swirls through the air.

"Fucking hell." Hyunjin groans out followed by a short chuckle, you smile against his chest and you can feel Jisung doing the same against your back.

"Everyone okay?" You hum out a dazed yes and Hyunjin does the same.

“You okay, Sungie?” You slur and he hums out a yes as he lifts his head from your back.

He’s the first to make a move since he’s behind you. He slides out of you slowly and you can’t help but to moan at the sensitivity. Jisung winces once he’s free from your hole, he strokes his softening cock slowly as he watches his seed leak out of your gaping hole. You reach back and spread your cheeks for him, giving him the perfect view.

“Goddamn.” He hisses as he stuffs his cum back into you with two fingers. “You’re gonna make me hard again if you don’t stop it.”

You chuckle as you sit up, grinding down a bit into Hyunjin and earning a sharp hiss from him. He grabs your hips firmly, keeping you in place with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Angel, please wait a second. Just a second.” You nod, making sure to keep yourself as still as possible.

Your plan fails when Jisung comes up behind you, trailing kisses from your cheek to your neck and whispering into your ear. "You did amazing, baby.”

“Jisung so help me god.”

“What?

“You’re making her pussy squeeze me. She’s literally filled with my cum she’s so tight that I could bust just from breathing.” You chuckle a bit but you’re quickly stopped when Hyunjin’s nails dig into the tender flesh of your sides. “Fuck it, go ahead, get off.”

You climb off of your sensitive boyfriend at a moderate speed, not too fast and not too slow, but that doesn’t seem to help him much from the way that he curses under his breath. Though he’s sensitive he doesn’t let that stop him from sitting up on his elbows to watch his cum drip from your cunt.

“Lemme see, angel. Spread your pussy for me.” You lean back, hooking your legs over your arms and spreading your pussy lips to give him a clear view. “So fucking hot, princess. Such a beautiful site.”

The two take a second to calm down, panting softly until their breathing evens out. Once they’re calm enough they both search for their pants and start to get dressed.

"I'll get the wet cloth." Hyunjin runs his hands through his hair and stretches his neck before starting to head out of the room.

"I'll get drinks and snacks." Jisung ties his sweatpants strings before turning to following Hyunjin

"I'll get -" You’re cut off by playful yet warning looks from your boyfriends.

"You'll do nothing but wait for us to get back and think of what movie you wanna watch" Jisung smiles as you nod at him.

“Relax okay? We’ll be right back.”

"You were a good fuck today, Ji." Hyunjin comments before turning into the bathroom. Jisung leans on the bathroom door frame as his boyfriend soaks the cloth in warm water and grabs some baby wipes.

"Yeah? Thanks, I've actually been dying to have you in my mouth all day."

"I'll return the favor later, probably once she’s sleeping." Hyunjin rings the cloth out and grabs the wipes before making his way over to Jisung. He leans in and catches Han’s lips with his quickly, giving him a sweet peck.

"Speaking of, we better hurry before she knocks out." Jisung turns to make his way towards the kitchen and grab your favorite aftercare refreshments.

“Oh she’s already gone, I just know it.”

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xipe requests an audience with the family after the guests have truly fallen asleep after their night of fun in the dreamscape. there, xipe calls sunday forward and bestows on him a necklace. the centerpiece looks like an ordinary dark purple stone, but the moment it catches the light it shimmers, radiating colors similar to xipe’s halo.

there is something… off-putting about it. through his gloves, sunday can feel as something pulses from the gem.

ensure our esteemed guests receives my favor, xipe croons in the minds of everyone present. their voice resonants across the planet that the slumbering guests in the hotel shift in their beds from it. with it, you will no longer have to worry if your words or gifts will be enough to keep them here.

sunday doesn’t give it to you immediately. you haven’t been there long enough to not become flustered whenever a member of the family tries to dress you in fine clothing and jewels. but they make sure to ease you into it, until you’re turning your back and lifting your hair to allow sunday to clasp the chain around your neck.

the change is immediate. before sunday’s eyes the clasps melts away until it fuses together to create a collar that fastens around your throat. you slump into his arms in a daze, your eyes blurring until the room becomes a swirl of colors, the only things in stark focus are sunday’s eyes and smile.

you feel exhaustion pull you down as something… crawls through your brain, like something is weaving a web around your thoughts and memories, smothering what doesn’t belong.

“rest,” sunday says. “you’ll feel better soon. we’ll make sure of it.”

(sequel to my last post that tumblr won’t let me link :c)

#sunday x reader #yandere sunday #yandere sunday x reader #xipe x reader #yandere honkai star rail #hsr xipe #xipe #honkai star rail x reader #sunday hsr #hsr #honkai star rail #cw for:#manipulation #hypnotizing #forced relationship #mothposts #idk what this is (jazz hands)

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Vampire Miguel HCS

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✰- Author's Note: Hello! My little spiders welcome back to another Miguel story. I decided to write some Miguel content before I rest up. I'm writing this from inside the Tumblr app. Since I usually write on google doc from my phone or laptop. Which I think/believe that Tumblr should add a word count for the app, I think it will really help writers. Anyway this is vampire Miguel hcs with a female reader, don't worry I'll make a separate one soon for male readers because I really need to also cater to my male followers if y'all want I could also make one for my non binary followers as well. So for now remember to eat a meal or snack, drink some water, get fresh air, take your medicine and vitamins, and especially remember that you are loved. If you enjoyed these hcs then please consider commenting, tapping or clicking on the heart, reblogging with tags, or blaze this post if you can. Remember to always support your local writers! ♡♡♡♡♡

✰- Story Contains Blood, Biting, Fem reader, Violence, Fluff, Smut so minors dni, stalking ,Protective Miguel, & author giggling like a bitch over smut.

✰- Posted: Sunday, October 8th 2023 at 1:21 a.m

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Vampire Miguel who has been watching you for a while. Ever since he stopped that guy from robbing you in that alley when you were coming home from working. Miguel couldn't get you out of his mind especially the scent of your blood from when the man had cut you when you refused to hand over your bag and fought with him. Good thing Miguel showed up to save you. But the scent of your blood was so strong that he had to control himself and hurry up and leave. He let you call the police, you were happy the mask man saved you but was confused at his behavior.

Vampire Miguel who continues to watch. He found out that you live in the same apartment building that isn't to far from his. He likes how well you keep your house clean. But hates how rude your neighbors are, he wishes he could get rid of them so that you sleep better at night. He thinks that you look adorable when you are asleep at night. Still having to himself back from opening your window and crawling on top of you to stick his fangs into your neck, he wanted to know what sweet sounds you would make. Thinking about this so much, he goes home and strokes his cock to the image of you underneath him as he's pounding into you while his fangs are buried into your neck like his cock would be in your sweetness.

Vampire Miguel who finally gathers up the courage to talk with you. So he pretends to introduce himself at the coffee shop you go to before work. The two of you talk and get to know each other, exchanging phone numbers, and waving goodbye. He did it! Now he has to act cool because he has scored a date with you. At his place he makes you dinner and can't wait for you to come. He thinks you look beautiful in the dress you were wearing, your hair, make-up, and jewelry looked beautiful. Miguel's dinner looked and smelled great. The two of you ate, drank, and dance.

Vampire Miguel who goes on more dates with you and eventually becomes your boyfriend. You find it stranges how he always sleeps during the day but is active as a cat at night. He seems to always be gone at night. Sometimes he won't talk when he sees you and it worries you. Also he smells metallic. He eventually tells you that he's a vampire and is spiderman, now he's scared that you'll run out screaming and tell someone. But you don't you still love him and stay by his side. Though you wished he told you earlier but you understand he was scared.

Vampire Miguel who loves to stuff you with his fingers as you unravel underneath him. When he's pumping his fingers in and out of you trying to prepare you for his length. He absolutely loves to praise you, calling you his good girl or sweet little thing. And when you are finally ready he slides himself into your pussy pushing his hips into yours while feeling how you squeeze around his cock. You feel so damn good. You could hear him grunt and see how his fangs scrap across his lips, as he's thrusting. He bites your neck, breasts, ass, thighs, and stomach. He wants people to know that you are his.

Vampire Miguel who has beat people to a bloody plump for messing with you that sometimes you have to grab onto him and yell for him to stop. His red rage filled eyes would stare at you before fading back to those beautiful brown chocolate orbs. He would apologize and pick you up, leaving quickly. You would patch up Miguel and remind him that he needs to work on keeping control so he makes a promise to keep his anger in check for the both of you.

Vampire Miguel who shits on other vampire movies and shows calling them dramatic, misinformed, or stupid. Though he's very fond of the movie Dark Shadows the old version and Tim Burton's version. He also questions your taste in vampire stories whether it's books you read online or books you buy.

Vampire Miguel who when he bites you for a quick snack especially when he's seriously injured and needs blood. Is gentle, even though he didn't want to bite you at first but you reassured him that it's fine. He's gentle when he bites you and never takes too much from you. But will make sure you get you some water and snack to eat after he drinks from you.

Vampire Miguel thinks about turning you into a vampire but it's your choice to make. Miguel will love you no matter what if you grow older and older he will still be by your side especially when you become an old lady he will still protect and love you, no one will mess with you at bingo night or when you are knitting away in your cozy chair. When you die he will visit your grave everyday and leave a rose there on your birthday or your guys anniversary.

Vampire Miguel that If you do choose to become a vampire, Miguel has a lot to teach you and is glad to have someone by his side. He brings home a lot of donated blood, but sometimes you aren't afraid to get your hands dirty and help him fight crime. Miguel thinks it's hot whenever you have blood on your mouth that it leads to a steamy make out session on the floor and then leads to sex on the floor. Thanks to the abilities from you both now, y'all be fucking on the ceiling but it's not like he wasn't pounding into you on the ceiling when you were human.

Vampire Miguel who thinks it's cute whenever you dress up as vampire for Halloween and get those fake fangs. He will also dress up like a vampire to match with you at parties. All your friends and people at the party tell him that the blood on him and his fangs on him look so real. Miguel chuckled as your just let out a nervous laugh hoping no one gains the third eye or a new brain cell.

Vampire Miguel who tells you that garlic doesn't really kill vampires that it just makes them sick but to the point they die. So when Miguel accidentally ate a dish that had garlic in it. You took care of him but he did say that silver makes vampires break so you replaced your silverware with fake silverware. Miguel was in a awe he saw how much you listened to him about vampires and sacrificed a lot to keep him safe so he did the same by keeping his hunger in check, anger in check, and keeping you away from greedy and corrupted vampires that could hurt you or his enemies from whenever he's being spiderman.

Vampire Miguel who will love you until the end of time whether you choose to stay human or become a vampire like him. Because no matter what you choose Miguel will love you for a thousand years and thousand more.

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