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zriasstuff · 19 days

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Them watching you get ready <3

Slytherin boys x reader fluff headcanons (warning:delulu asf)

the collage isn’t the best, but at least you have all 6 faces now

It’s date-night, but you seem to be taking quite some time to get ready…

Tom Riddle:

Let’s be honest for a second and admit that if you were taking your sweet sweet time, he’d curse at you because everything has to go according to his schedule (i even doubt that he’d do the whole “date-night” thing, but that’s a separate issue)

He’d turn more impatient by the second and barge into your dorm/bathroom without knocking

Tom would rush you so badly and keep telling you to hurry up while rolling his eyes

While you’re doing your makeup he’d pick up each product with disgust and tell you that you look just fine

When you tell him that you need more time, he tells you that there wouldn’t be a date anymore if you didn’t follow him, besides he’d lecture you on your poor time management

Eventually he drags you out with him and dryly compliments you like “see, i told you you look good” (but innerly he enjoyed that you put in effort and wanted to look good for him, even if it took some time)

Mattheo Riddle:

He wouldn’t rush you when you tell him you need more time, instead he’d take advantage of watching you get ready

When you choose your clothes, he’d encourage you to do a little fashion show for him and he would tell you that you looked perfect in every single one

He would tell you to choose a short and tight dress though, we all know why ;)

During make-up he is totally one of those guys who say “it’s all the same shade”, and in reality it’s like maroon and bright red

As a joke he’d also apply some of the products, but wipe them off immediately because he feels too emasculated

When you ask him if you could do make-up on him some day he’d simply reply “sure, but then i would get to do whatever i want with you”

Draco Malfoy:

When you offer him to watch you get ready, since you still aren’t done, he immediately accepts

Draco totally loves seeing you get ready too because during your relationship he has spoiled you so much that half your closet/vanity is basically from him

Since he grew up close to his mother, he has actually spent a lot of time in his childhood going to barbers/salons/boutiques with her

So from that he has gained excellent taste, even helps you with styling your hair, and helps you pick out accessories

He knows how long this stuff can take, so he just takes the time to make you feel beautiful and confident, showering you with compliments and pecks “you look so good in the things i buy you darling”/“you are always so gorgeous and sexy”

Theodore Nott:

He wouldn’t mind that you were not on time, the date started the second he saw you, so you getting ready was just time that you could spend together too

You are afraid it takes away the surprise factor at first, but it’s not a big deal to him

When you start to change into different outfits, he’s always there to help you undress/unzip the dresses, taking the opportunity to smoothly move his hands down your body

That would just eventually turn into a makeout session though, you just couldn’t resist when he was being that touchy and ravishing too

It takes quite some time for you to actually get ready in the end because he always distracts you in the process, but in the end you would both have had a fun time

Blaise Zabini:

He’d be quite chill and sit on your bed when you tell him to wait, just watching you get ready at your vanity

He would maybe be a little bit annoying—asking you every three seconds if you were ready to go, and he would say “you literally look the same as always, what’s the point of all this”

Eventually he liked watching you more and more though, notice the difference, and carefully pay attention to everything you did

He’d learn to appreciate both your natural and “full-glam” beauty and just observe you with interest

As soon as you were done he’d immediately kiss you (ruining your lip-combo sadly) and his lips would be stained, and he’d be smiling, fascinated by your beauty

Lorenzo Berkshire:

When you tell him to wait outside, he’d respect that at first, but would grow impatient eventually

So, he goes up to you and tells you that he would like to be a part of the process

Opposite to Mattheo, he’d actually be down to you putting make-up on his face for fun (he’s fully convinced that he could pull anyone with or without makeup)

To be honest, he didn’t care much about what you put on because you looked hot in his eyes either way, but he knew the more interested he acted the more appreciative you’d be

Looking at you with puppy-eyes at all times is his specialty, and when you’re finally done he looks at you like you’re an angel fallen from heaven

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black-lake · 4 months

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astro observations 11

your astro granny is back, I've been doing this for so long omg. some of it is venting, like always, so ignore that, but maybe don't you may find words of wisdom there. anyway, enjoy. also warning, it escalates to heavier subjects fast 🪐 🔭

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🕰️ Virgo and gemini risings can pull off any type of glasses, sunglasses, bug-eye glasses, cat-eye, mirrored ray-bans, you name it. They even look cute with goggles no joke. They also make the smart and academia aesthetics look so cool and elegant in a chaotic way, not in a taurus capricorn way but in a- 'I spilled coffee on my boss's laptop this morning and I'm still talking about it way- because omfg- did you see the way they looked at me? it's like I've done it on purpose or smth but I didn't, not sure if they have a crush on me or they fucking hate me, what do you think? I'm pretty sure they don't hate me tho, but I can't tell, do you think I should quit?' 🎙️🎬

🕰️ I recently looked up George Clooney's chart and omggg, it all makes sense. The moon conj saturn in capricorn, giving him that nostalgic wise aura along his taurus sun, uranus and pluto opp ascendant kind of indicating finding his perfect partner later on in life, venus in aries and mars in leo, he's fiery but that fire so damn well contained with all the earth. His asc and jupiter in aquarius, yeah only an aquarius women with so much air and intelligence can maintain his attention and lock him in lmao. His synastry with Amal Clooney reminds of that of Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively. Manifesting a relationship like this for everyone reading 🧘🏼‍♂️✨

🕰️ Personal planets in scorpio 10° or 22° is a sexy mf combo, esp moon, venus, mars and asc, it gives bedroom eyes and seductive domineer, also godmade bone structures. 🗿

🕰️ Pluto opposite or square ascendant, a very classic aspect for friends/coworkers/admirers/people in general turning enemies and talking shit behind your back. This aspect can easily make people speculate, overanalyze your actions, assume things, spread rumors and lies about you out of jealousy and intimidation.

🕰️ Any planet conjunct the desc can bring the physical manifestation to that planet's shadow side, up to 10°. It can conceal traits of that planet in the sign it’s in, as it’s descending and escaping the sun’s light. Pluto on the desc brings a few shadow traits out of people and conceals their true intentions from the native. So the native has to face those traits, learn to see them from miles away, to discern what people’s intentions are and whether it's that or their own perception and fears. In other words, they start from naive to paranoid to bs detectors, and it takes a long painful journey to get there.

🕰️ Even tho personal planets on the desc are much easier to see and handle, venus on the descendant can bring shallow traits and empty promises out of people, mars on the descendant, not as easy, can bring out anger, toxic masculinity and aggression. Saturn on the desc can bring immaturity, irresponsibility, immoral and disloyal behaviors out of people, stagnation, delays in connection and loneliness, pushing the native to learn patience and endurance. The native will meet people with such traits over and over again until they learn to spot and discern them faster and take the right action. ☔️

🕰️ I’ll keep talking about it in this blog cuz it’s always been one of my biggest challenges. What I learned with pluto on the desc is that you will keep attracting the same kind of enemies to challenge you if you don’t own your power and stop diluting yourself for someone else's fragile power hungry ego, because people will have a problem with you anyway. Also don’t hold too tight to anyone, never be afraid to lose people, because trust me you will. Almost no one is meant to stay in your life, they’re meant to transform you and leave. The only thing you’re meant to rely on is your power and independence. The moment you see it the easier cutting ppl off becomes.

🕰️ I have venus in aries and I find myself always having a girl crush on celebs with this placement, Rihanna, Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor, Jennifer Aniston. They all seem to share that fiery independence mixed with a childlike but fierce demeanor which I admire, plus they never age. 🐈‍⬛

🕰️ I have mercury in aries and mars in scorpio, but for some reason I’m fascinated by people with mercury in aquarius and mars in sagittarius, with mercury in aqua I always expect something fascinating about their minds but I can't guess it cuz it's always different, but females with mars in sag omggg the sass is hilarious, I can’t help but laugh when they get blunt, loud and shady out of nowhere lmfao.

🕰️ Speaking of placements I’m fascinated by, what’s the deal with moon in taurus? I keep thinking it must be… nice.. to have? people that have it are so grounded and serene it makes me think it’s the best moon sign. If you have it please share the emotional difficulties you experience, because I can speak of every moon sign emotional traumas in detail but for some reason I be romanticizing this one. ☕️

🕰️ Another placement I really admire is moon conjunct saturn, there’s just something unspeakable, that isn’t tangible (even tho they have timeless mesmerizing eyes) but on a soul level I can sense their wisdom and nostalgic aura. It’s like there’s a balance of feminine and masculine qualities which come out in their mannerisms. People that have it, Timothée Chalamet, George Clooney, River Phoenix, and every hot man ever.

🕰️ Have you ever asked yourself why Morgan Freeman has such deep unique and easily recognizable voice? It's his mercury conj uranus in taurus. Who else has an easily recognizable voice, Kim Kardashian, mercury conj uranus in scorpio.

🕰️ Having the axis of virgo-pisces over your sun-moon, like virgo sun opposite pisces moon, or mercury-moon can give someone a soft voice, their voice can even be therapeutic and healing. Think of Michael Jackson's speaking voice.

🕰️ The hardest aspect in any chart for me are oppositions or squares to pluto, saturn and chiron. These are easily the most challenging aspects you can find in a chart.

🕰️ Those that have lilith/pluto in the 1st, 6th, 7th, 10th, 11th tend to have haters in their workplace, in groups or wherever they go often. It’s saddening but I’ve seen it a lot. Can also make ppl copy your style or attitude then hate on it, and never admit they got inspired by you.

-- potential triggers in the following one, pls skip if necessary.

🕰️ Difficult planets on the angles, saturn, pluto and chiron mainly can truly mess with someone's mental health to the point of them wanting to- yeah that. The most drastic effect is when they sit on the descendant and MC, since it deals with connections, groups of people and the public, a lot of it is outside of the native's control, and at times more than what they can handle. Their usually painful past experiences and memories has shaped their perception of the world to a dark and despairing one where they don't see a better future for themselves. A few examples, Kurt Cobain (chiron and saturn conj desc and pluto conj asc all tightly opposing), Mac Miller (chiron conj desc, saturn conj asc and pluto conj MC). Marilyn Monroe (chiron conj MC and saturn close to the IC, pluto conj nn).

🕰️ I see every major astrological transit as a collective test, lesson and preparation for the next transit. It made sense that corona happened when pluto was in capricorn, a pandemic that restricted our freedom and made us prisoners in our own homes. There was a stellium of mars, jupiter, saturn and pluto all in cap the moment quarantine started in march. It was all about teaching us to respect societal rules and structures that keep us safe, whether it had to do with the government or the medical system, whether it was real or fake or real fake. Yes you have to give up some freedom for safety, that’s how surveillance and security cameras everywhere you go work, for your safety.

🕰️ It taught us to care for the health of humanity, to live responsibly and respectfully when in crisis, even if that means compromising our freedom and limiting our movement. Trusting that the structure built over the past decades is somewhat reliable and helpful. We saw how some people put their own freedom above anything and anyone out of superiority, that's the selfishness we collectively needed to face before pluto moves to aquarius and we are given freedom we didn't learn how to appreciate or use responsibly. We had to learn the value of personal freedom vs discipline and structure.

🕰️ There are two planets I’ve seen repeatedly in people that manifest like magic, saturn and neptune. To add a third it would be uranus. Conjunctions and oppositions to these planets are like superpowers in manifesting your desired reality. All work in different ways.

🕰️ For example people that have personal planets conjunct saturn (esp sun and moon) are easily attuned with the physical world and have some sort of control over time, turning it backwards or forwards, making themselves look younger and older at the same time, knowing the actions to take to bring anything into the three-dimensional world.

🕰️ Now this leads me to an astrology book I recently came across, the Alien Constructs the work of Edwin Steinbrecher and Stephanie Jourdan, discovering aspects that constitute an alien chart. The alien construct occurs when one of the outer planets, that is saturn, uranus, neptune or pluto, is conjunct or opposite the sun, moon, ascendant or the chart ruler. An individual that has one or few of these is different from other humans, they possess supernatural abilities, and typically have rough childhoods and adolescence.

🕰️ Every aspect with each of the outer planets has a unique ability, for example when the sun conjoins an outer planet it's called Power Alien Construct, the moon conjoining an outer planet is a Vessel Alien Construct, an outer planet conjoining the ascendant is an Instrument Alien Construct, an outer planet conjoining the descendant is a Shadow Alien Construct. Saturnian aliens are able to manifest things in the physical realm, plutonian aliens are masters of metamorphosis and irreversible change, uranian aliens are able to see the future and raise energetic frequencies.

🕰️ Sun conjunct pluto is Plutonian Power, aliens are able to destroy that which is not built upon truth, understand the true nature of birth, sex, death and power, generate energy and power, integrate polarities, perform psychic surgery, see beneath solid surfaces, shape-shift into animals, minerals or plants, heal utilizing sex, magnets or lasers.. etc. Moon conjunct uranus is a Uranian Vessel, aliens are able to comprehend the cycles and trends of the futures, safely corral erratic energy or electricity, channel high-frequency beings, telepath to imprisoned or trapped individuals or animals, sense the formation of inventions and innovations. Look it up, it's fun and tell me what alien construct are you and how you relate to it. oh it reminds me of a post I did a while back of aspects as superpowers.

Happy pluto in aquarius 🛰️✨ (will come back in years and see how this aged)

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livanas · 4 days

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Astrology observations

Aqua mars are the true embodiment of "it's above me now". I've noticed most of them rarely if ever get angry or pissed off and even when they do, there's like no passion. My mother has this placement and almost nothing bothers her. They could also have some very weird kinks.

Sag mercuries speak too much and think they know everything. Very condescending, know it all energy. Doesn't matter whether they're right or not.

taurean women's romantic relationships tend to be noticeably unequal in some sort of way, usually physically, financially, or status/fame wise; also are the hallmark of loyalty, mired with struggle.

virgo sun, asc, and 10th house will produce a polished person. classic with a hint of sexy. they will not publicly twerk in a bikini or flash you their thong. virgos in general (sun, moon, asc) have no issue with plastic surgery. they won't talk about it because it breaks the illusion of their perfection.

I feel sorry for people who have Venus/Mercury/Mars in Scorpio and Moon in Capricorn. How does it feel to always walk around like you're constipated emotionally, verbally,physically and spiritually?

venus and mars in aries is pure xes, lust, and passion, it's tango. to chase and be chased is the answer to them.

Libras with Taurus rising are the definition of HOT. Double Venus is the best combo in terms of beauty.

Someone doesn't need to fall into your 5, 7 and 8h for you to be interested. They could also just aspect the rulers or contain that influence in their natal.

I find most Aries moons to have a very fighting spirit. Can be quite annoying sometimes.

Lilith in 10H seem to be lusted by many.

Mars conjunct Neptune : Psycho killer

Mars square Saturn : dictator, racist

Venus square/opposite Neptune/Uranus : homosexuality

Mercury conjunct/square/opposite Pluto : Scamer

Mercury conjunct Uranus : Mercury/Uranus aspects gives one who is intelligent/book smart yet the native may have issues with sleep. The mind is moving nonstop! Similar to mercury/mars aspects.

Sun square asc. What you see is not what you get.

Capricorn Mars women. Have an iron fist in a velvet glove demeanor about them. People don’t take them seriously at first but eventually they outlast all the rest.

Taurus Venus men. Physical touch is their love language.

Venus sq Saturn women. They really love to stick with their man. Through thick and thin. For better or worse. No matter how degrading and embarrassing it is. They need to work on their self worth.

Pluto in the 12th - cult like following. Donald Trump, Taylor Swift, Ted Bundy, Tom Brady.

Saturn in hard aspect to MC - disliked by the public for no real reason, subjected to ‘cancel culture’

Cardinals are pimps.. they start things with no intentions in finishing them. In hopes to use people to finish it, That's why they constantly "networking"... it's to fund a lifestyle

Mars opposite Saturn is such a nasty placement to have because of the whole "timing" thing. It literally feels as if there's some outside forces working against you and stopping your motives and actions. I still have no idea how to work with this placement. It literally feels like bad luck.

_ Thanks for reading xoxo_

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hotvintagepoll · 1 month

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munson-blurbs · 3 months

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Argyle x Fem!Reader smut

Summary: Your plans tonight only involve ordering a pizza, but a conversation with the pizza boy has you craving something very different.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), phone sex, masturbation (m! and f!), voice kink, Argyle is a simp as per usual

WC: 1.7k

A/N: This was inspired by me and @word-wytch ordering pizza at Steel City Con where the pizza boy did not want to get off of the phone. Nothing spicy happened, but it made us think...what if it had?

Also, big shout out to @munsonmuses for helping me with the ending. Love you, Addie!

“Surfer Boy Pizza, this is Argyle speaking. Can I interest you in a delicious pie? Perhaps the Argyle Special?”

You stare at the shiny brochure in your lap, breath catching in your throat when you hear his voice. You were expecting someone brusque, rushing you off of the line so they can collect the next order, but the man speaking to you might as well be laying on a white sand beach.

“Um, h-hi,” you wince at the way you stammer, tempted to hang up and save yourself further embarrassment, but you keep the receiver pressed to your ear. Lenora Hills is a fresh start, a place where no one knows you, and you’re determined to spread your wings and become more than the ‘shy, awkward girl.’ So, even though you were going to order a small cheese pie, you push yourself to ask, “what’s the Argyle Special?”

Soft laughter trills from the speaker; it’s warm and welcoming without a hint of malice. “Oh, the Argyle Special? She’s kinda my baby.” Good lord, the way he says baby has your thighs clenching involuntarily. You hear him shuffling a bit, adjusting positions to get more comfortable. “So, we start out with your classic thin crust.” Argyle lowers his voice and adds, “You might think you can toss it in the air a coupla times and call it a day, but you’d be wrong. You gotta knead it, get all the kinks out, right?”

“Mhm.” Your free hand begins to dip below the waistband of your denim shorts before you pull back. What are you doing? Touching yourself to a stranger explaining how to make pizza? “I, uh, I gotta—”

“Next comes the sauce,” he continues, not noticing your interjection. “Now, less is definitely more here, y’know what I’m saying? A little goes a long way.”

You nod, too caught up in the moment to remember that he can’t see you. “A-And then what?”

“Cheese. Enough to achieve that perfect amount of gooey goodness, but not so much that it weighs down the slice.” Another peal of laughter, just as kind as the one earlier. “Some people ask for extra cheese, but in my humble opinion, it takes away from the rest of the toppings, y’know?”

There’s a quiet swishing sound coming from his end, and it draws your attention. “What’re you doing that’s making that noise?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, yo-yo.” Your question has clearly caught him off-guard; instead of further explaining his baby, he asks, “what’re you doing?”

Immediately, your thoughts flit to the way your fingers yearn to be inside you, the way your clit aches to be rubbed each time he talks. But he can’t know that. “N-Nothing. Um, yeah, nothing.”

You can practically hear his brows raise in disbelief. “Doesn’t sound like nothing,” Argyle teases gently. “In fact, it sounds like you’re doing something important.” He pauses for a second. “Lemme guess: top secret CIA mission?”

“No.”

“FBI?”

You giggle despite the embarrassment washing over you. “Not quite.”

There’s silence; his audible breathing is the only way you know he’s still on the line. “You got a really cute laugh.”

Is he flirting? This is flirting; it has to be. But he doesn’t even know what you look like.

You don’t know what he looks like, either, and you were about to masturbate to him, you remind yourself wryly. Anything’s possible.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Sweet but also sexy. A rare combo, if you ask me.”

You summon all of your courage; the ball is in your court. “I, um, I like your voice.” Heat pools in your cheeks as you say the words.

“My voice? Shit, I always thought it was kinda goofy. My friend Jonathan says I sound like Cheech and Chong. Well, not, like, both of them, but just…one.” A rustling noise; he’s shaking his head. “Sorry, I’m not good with getting compliments and stuff.”

“S’okay. Me either.” You laugh again, finding the ability to be honest refreshing. “Keep telling me about your special. Your baby,” you amend.

He exhales a cloud of lust. “Fuck, say ‘baby’ again.” Ah, so it had the same effect on him that it did on you.

This time, you don’t chastise yourself for the way your fingertips graze your cotton panties. You and Argyle are clearly on the same page. Why fight it? “Tell me more about the Argyle Special, baby.”

“I gotta know first if you’re doing what I’m about to do,” he says breathily.

“I am,” you affirm, finding your clit easily and applying the lightest pressure.

A sharp inhale, then, just above a whisper, “Good. So, so good.” He unzips his fly and groans as his hand wraps around his cock. “I’m just gonna talk, and you keep touching yourself for me, okay?”

“Mhm. Just…keep going.”

“Shit, yeah, I got you.” Another moan as he strokes himself, his sentences getting choppier. “The toppings…I like to combine sweet and—mmf—savory.”

You tug your panties aside, slipping your middle finger into your waiting pussy. “Keep going,” you urge, desperate for his silky voice.

“Some diced g-green pepper…sliced jalapeños…and…” Argyle’s focus is split between listing ingredients and jerking off, and one is evidently winning.

“And what, baby?” There’s a slight edge to your tone—dare you say, a sultriness—as your ring finger joins your middle, fucking yourself with both of them.

You’re not the only one who picks up on your newfound confidence. “And pineapple,” he manages. “Comes from a can…fuck, I can hear how wet you are.”

You whimper, forcing air into your lungs. Breathing has never been a manual task until right now. “It’s because of you.” Your fingers move faster; you curl them slightly to maximize your pleasure. “You and your voice.”

“I’d talk all goddamn day for you.” His voice is thick with desire. “I’d do anything you asked me to—oh, fuck,” he grunts. “What would you want me to do if I was with you right now?”

What wouldn’t you want him to do is an easier question, but you try to quickly formulate a response. “I-I’d want you to touch me.”

“More specific, honey,” he tuts. “Where do you want me touching you?”

Everywhere. Anywhere. You think about where your own hand would be if you weren’t holding the phone. “My clit,” you say urgently, “or my…my tits.”

“Mmm, I could put my mouth on one and my fingers on the—”

“No,” you insist, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Fingers only. Need to keep your mouth free so you can talk.”

A chuckle, then, “fair enough. Guess I’ll rub that pretty little clit of yours, huh? Make sure you’re ready f’me.” There’s a soft puh as he spits on his cock to lubricate it. “Wish I was inside of you. Bet you’re so wet…and warm…and—ohh, yeah— so tight…”

“I’m so close,” you whine, absolutely desperate for this orgasm. You tuck the phone between your ear and your shoulder, bring your newly-freed middle finger to your clitoris, now swollen with need. “Please, Argyle, tell me how you’d fuck me.”

“Oh, baby,” he rasps, the schlick of his fist stroking his erection becomes louder, faster. “I want you screaming my name. That sweet little pussy st-stuffed with my cock. And I’ll go deeper…and deeper…and deeper…until you can’t—fucking—take it!” He growls out the last four words.

It’s enough to drive you to the edge. You don’t tell him you’re cumming, but he knows just from the choked moans that you’re there. Your fingers are shiny with the proof of your arousal as you finish all over them, wishing they belonged to Argyle. Wishing you belonged to Argyle.

“I’m cumming, fucking shit, h-oh, my God.” He’s in another galaxy now, stars swirling around him as his release spurts from his aching tip and coats his hand in his sticky seed. “Holy fuckin’…whoa.” There’s a brief pause. “Gimme one sec, okay?”

Argyle’s racing across the kitchen, phone dangling from the cord, before you can even respond. “Sorry,” he says, panting and laughing when he returns to the receiver, “had to grab some paper towels and clean myself up. Can’t go walking around with jizz on my hands.”

“Not a good look,” you agree, the warmth from your giggle melting any residual awkwardness. “You definitely need to wash them, like, a hundred times before you make another pizza.”

“Nah, man; I’m actually clocking out now. You were gonna be my last customer, but, uh…” he trails off, and it occurs to you that you never finished placing your order. “We got a little distracted.”

Distracted is putting it mildly, but you’re in no headspace for a semantics debate. “I guess I’ll have to call back the next time you’re working and try again.”

“Y-Yeah, for sure!” Eagerness dominates his tone, and he tries to rein it in. “Or, um, maybe you can come by in person? I’d like to see the girl who made me cum harder than I have since…ever,” he adds cheekily.

“Mhm. I can do that.” Can you? Yes, you tell yourself, I can. I’m turning over a new leaf, and that apparently involves having phone sex with the pizza guy and then meeting him for the first time at his job.

You swear you hear a quiet yet triumphant, “yes!” before he says, “You sure? Because I’d totally get it if you wanted to keep this a one-time thing.” His hesitation indicates that he’s no stranger to unrequited pining, like he’s bracing himself for a rejection. “But I gotta be honest with you; I really wanna see you.”

“I wanna see you, too.” You wrap the springy cord around your forefinger. If his voice could make you feel this way, imagine what he could do with his fingers, his tongue, his…

“I work from noon until six tomorrow, if you wanna stop in?” Argyle cuts into your train of thought. “Or if that’s too soon, then we can just—”

“Argyle?”

“Yeah?”

You smile widely even though there’s no way for him to know that. “See you at six tomorrow.”

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wishmaster · 3 months

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Father Knows Best

Martin was headed to his son's room as he passed his sons girlfriend leaving, as she wandered past Martin had noticed his son's cum dripping down her face, Martin had always thought Jake was too damn good looking to be wasting his time on the girls and knew he had been wasting his youth, especially when his best friends were so damn sexy.

He decided he needed to teach him a lesson.

Martin shook his head as he saw his son standing there in the afterglow of his blowjob.

Think fast. his dad said as he tossed him a ring.

What's this? Jake asked. Just a little something, he hadn't noticed his dad had on the same thing. Go head try it on. martin insisted, so Jake did, never imagining what was about to happen. As he did he felt his father being pulled towards him, no into him as the rings were combining the father and son together. Suddenly within seconds Jake and Martin were no more, but the new Phoenix emerged.

His sexy toned 20 something body leaned against his new home, this new stud not only was older than Jake but had inherited Martins love of leather and it showed in his closet full of nothing but leather outfits, his relaxed sportswear look now graced his new form. Inside Martin told Jake he was wasting his life as a straight jock and was going to show him just how much he could enjoy being gay, but in a twist Phoenix hadn't turned out 100 percent gay but combining the two had turned him bi sexual.

Phoenix decided they needed to hit the clubs and find a good piece of ass to fuck, so they changed into a more appropriate outfit.

Phoenix pulled out a cigar once he was dressed, Jake hadn't been a fan but now in his new combo form he was nearly salivating over lighting that thing up. After a good drag on the cigar Phoenix bean dreaming of wrapping his lips around a nice fat cock just as big as this smoke and who knows maybe he'd get luck tonight. He headed out the new father and son hybrid headed to the local gay bar anxious to find something they'd enjoy

When they first arrived, Phoenix was hoping to submit, but when a certain stud caught his eye. His idea for the night changed.

Standing there on display was the perfect ass and it happened to be attached to a sexy twink. Phoenix's tastes quickly changed as he headed over and introduced himself, though not being very different in age the twink kept calling Phoenix Daddy and that made his dick twitch.

They headed into a backroom and the young twink presented himself, this would indeed be Jakes first time fucking a guy and after an bit of foreplay and eating his ass out, which Phoenix seemed to be a huge fan of they fucked, but alas the twink was only interested in one go with his leather daddy, which left Phoenix a bit depressed, he left the club and wandered into the straight leather bar next door. By the end of that night BiSexual Phoenix, unbeknownst to Martin had fallen for a beautiful young woman.

The next morning it seemed father and son had learned a valuable lesson as the combined Phoenix, bot showing the other the benefits of the others sex life. As Phoenix went to remove the ring to change back into Martin and Jake, They found it had vanished, a small tattooed version had replaced it on Phoenix's finger. Seems Martin and Jake were now gone forever and the new sexually charged Phoenix was going to be sticking around for good.

He checked himself in the mirror as his changes adjusted and his final look came in to view. Adjusting his rock hard cock, he headed out again the next day longing to be the one being fucked today. Life was going to definitely be interesting from now on.

#body transformation #male transformation #cursed object #father and son #merged

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justheblueberry · 5 months

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handbinding of A Study in Scarlette by kittebasu

There are people who want to live forever, and then there is Shinichi, who just wants to live a little longer than this.

this bind has been in my head since i first read the fic like, three years ago. i dreamed up so many ideas for it, for so long, and now it's finally done! the typeset was actually done in early 2022, back when i was still using google docs, but it went through a few iterations because i was just. so. fiddly. with every aspect of this book. it needed to be perfect (as close to perfect as i, an amateur bookbinder out of my depth, can get) and it had to be absolutely over the top, to reflect the insane amount of love and care that the author put into the fic itself.

the first time i read this fic, i barely knew what detective conan was, much less all of the intricate plot details; i was just along for the ride, but by the end i was completely invested. i went back and watched through the anime as well as a few movies (it took me six months) and then read the fic again. and then a few more times. kaishin and the world of dcmk has utterly gripped me. it's 100% this fic's fault and i love it so, so, much.

i went through a few iterations of visual designs and i'm really happy with the little details i managed to squeeze in.

the entire color scheme is based around red, because 1) it's a murder mystery, 2) for scarlette shinamoto (and the title of the fic as well as the original holmes novel it references), and 3) the irony of "lady red" actually being red. the secret fourth reason is that i think red/gold is a super sexy color combo.

i sewed the textblock with red thread to reference holmes' "scarlet thread of murder".

another detail i love is the five yen coin bookmark, it was one of my first ideas and it turned out even better than i thought.

i wanted the endpapers to evoke a sense of the white marbled floor of the ballroom, with the glow-in-the-dark kaitou kid caricature being the luminol on the floor, and the little pops of red looks like blood that's been mixed in. i lucked out in that the other side of the endpaper was like a lavender-purpley color, i like to think of it as a little wink wink nudge to the color of the actual Lady Red.

the chapter pages got a few reworkings, but i'm happy with the illustrations i ended up doing for each of them. the chapter titles are one of my favorite things about the fic, each one has so much meaning packed into it and flows so beautifully, and i wanted to put as much care into making them pop as possible.

the cover was a linocut carving i designed and carved, which i then printed onto the bookcloth, and ironed on htv on top.

i also threw in a couple of my drawings of my favorite scenes.

this is getting way too long, so i'll end it here. i'll have a separate post detailing the process every step of the way, if anyone wants to take a closer look. this fic is kind of directly responsible for getting me into fanbinding, so it's safe to say it altered the course of my life. i now spend way too much time (and money) looking at book stuff.

kittebasu, if, somehow, you see this and would like an author copy, i would be honored to make one and ship it to you; i would be overjoyed to gift you with any art i have the ability to make, because the fics you wrote have irreversibly altered my brain chemistry, and being able to give back in any capacity would be a dream. (thank you.)

a few postscripts:

i am not selling any copies of this fic. partially because i believe in the gift economy of fandom as well as firmly keeping fanbinding a hobby that will stay unmonetized, but also because it took me months (years, if we are counting when i first finished the typeset) to finish this and i do not have the strength.

however, if you are also a fan of this fic and would like a copy, i honestly, fervently, encourage you to give fanbinding a try! renegade publishing and its discord server are an absolutely wonderful and free resource. i knew nothing about bookbinding and had zero materials when i first started, but i've learned so much thanks to the lovely people there. if you're still apprehensive about getting started, i'd be willing to share my typeset of this fic as well as answer any questions about the making of this book if you DM me.

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taylormarieee · 4 months

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Making love on christmas is a good combo, don't ya think?-Day 28 Jake Sully

Prompt: Making love on Christmas with Jake was the perfect Combo...

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Avatar!Reader

Word Count: 570

Warnings: PiV sex, Missionary position, praise kink, sweet sex, making love, soft sex, soft!dom!Jake, Sub!Reader, breeding kink...

"Come on please." You beg.

"No my love. I have very important things to do babygirl." He replies packing his bow and arrows.

"But Jake, It's Christmas! I wanna have some good memories. Very good memories." You say seductively rubbing your soft fingers up and down his biceps.

He looks at you with dark eyes. Your eyes full of lust and his eyes full of lust.

"Come on Jakey... I know you want to." You whisper seductively in his ear.

Immediately Jake takes you and carries you to your makeshift bed. He gently drops you on the bed and begins tearing off your Loincloth.

You giggle at his eagerness and whimper as the cold air hits your swollen clit.

"Mhmm, 's good Jakey." You moan out as he rubs his fingers along your wet soaking folds.

You bite your lip and whimper some more. "M-Making love on Christmas is a good c-combo, don't ya think Jakey?" You whimper out.

He teases you by pushing his tip inside of your aching hole and then pulling it back out.

"Yea babygirl. It is, especially with this tight beautiful pussy." He praises. You whimper at his sexy raise.

His gruff and deep voice turning you on even more. What did you do to deserve a man as hot as Jake Sully?

After a couple minutes of teasing, he finally feeds your pussy that delicious stretch and filling it and you have been yearning for.

Your eyes roll back and you shiver. He fills you up so nicely. You feel like your on cloud nine right now.

He slowly thrusts into you at a slow and loving pace. Wanting you to feel everything. Wanting you to feel the protruding veins on his cock.

Wanting you to feel every inch of him stretching you out in the most delicious way possible.

"Oh fuck Jake! That~ngh~ That feels so good." You moan. He picks up his pace a bit.

Kissing all on your neck and collarbone. He leaves slight marks on your skin. Dark purple hickeys forming on your blue skin.

"Your so beautiful. God, don't know what i'd do without ya." His deep voice turning soft and sweet.

You whimper at his sweet words and cradle his head in your neck as he slowly makes love to you.

"Best Christmas ever, All because I'm with you Jakey." You say softly as you feel your orgasm approaching.

"You gonna cum for me babygirl?" He asks, his tone whiny and whimpering.

"Mhmmm. Oh f-fuck Jake~I'm gonna c-" Your sentence gets cut off by Jake rolling his hips a certain way making you cry out his name.

Your orgasm hits you making your back arch off the bed and into jakes chest.

You two being the closet you've ever been. He smells of the forest and rain mixed with the sweet fruits of Pandora.

You whimper as your orgasm over akes you. Your walls clench around his girthy cock and he whines.

You triggered his orgasm. He makes a few more sloppy and slow thrusts before spilling his warm seed inside of you.

You squirm at the feeling of his cum filling you up nice and good.

"Gonna give you a baby mama." He whispers into your ear. You smile and stroke his head. The blissfulness of your orgasms lingering in the air.

You both are slowly lulled to sleep as his dick is still stuffed inside you.

Taglist: @neteyamssyulang @neteyamyawne @pandorxxx

#jake sully smut #avatar jake sully #avatar jake #jake sully x reader #jake sully #jake sully x female reader smut #jake sully x na'vi reader #jake sully x you

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pedrito-friskito · 11 months

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My special prompt is for Javier Peña Ranch with a special combo for fluff and smut! If you're up for it! 😍💜

Fluff prompt: #6

Smut prompt:#6

Can't wait to see what you bring us!! Happy Sunday and happy writing!!! 🥰❤️

xoxo

SKYEEEEEEEEE ohhohohohoh let me tell you I saw ‘ranch” and then I saw those prompts and my brain said LET’S FUCKING GO. going back to the ranch is always so much fun for me, and this was the perfect opportunity for something delicious, sexy, and deliciously sexy 😍 I hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting my love!! xoxoxo

strawberry shortcake - the ranch - javier peña x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: explicit smut, lots of teasing, shower sex, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), I regret NOTHING

It all starts in the morning.

As usual, Javi’s out the door with the sun, getting done the few things that need doing on the weekends, the Saturday sun beating down on his back with every step. By ten o’clock, he’s heading back to the house, the animals fed and watered. Getting closer to the house, he can hear music on the radio, and when he steps up the porch, he can see you through the screen door, dancing around the kitchen.

Every little thing she does is magic, everything she do just turns me on

Javier chuckles under his breath, pulling the door open and stepping inside, tossing his hat and his gloves onto the bench beside the door. You don’t notice at first, preoccupied with whatever it is you’re baking. There’s a bowl of cut strawberries on the counter, and the heat lingering in the air tells him the oven is on. He leans against the kitchen doorway, crossing his arms over his chest, one boot propped over the other, just watching as you unhook a bowl from under the stand mixer. The whisk attached to the mixer drips with whipped cream.

You curse, wiping the white off the counter with your finger and sucking it between your lips. Javier inhales sharply, watching your tongue dart out when some cream lingers at the corner of your mouth. It takes everything in him not to stick his hand down the front of his suddenly too-tight jeans.

“You’re up early,” he calls, announcing his presence. It makes you jump anyway, nearly dropping the bowl as you turn to set it on the island. You smack a hand to your chest, eyes going wide.

“Christ, Javi!” you half-shout, but there’s a smile on your face. “That whipped cream was nearly all over the floor.”

“Didn’t mean to spook you,” he says, stepping forward until he can twine his arms around your waist, leaning down to fit his face into your neck. You hum happily as he does it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I was hoping you’d still be in bed when I came back.”

“Well, we have to leave for Connie and Steve’s in an hour or so,” you reply, “and this shortcake isn’t gonna make itself.”

Javi groans into your throat. Right. The party. He’d partially forgotten.

Connie and Steve moved to Laredo recently — further into the slowly-growing suburbs than the ranch was — and were throwing a house-warming party of sorts. You’d gone into the city one night this week to pick out a gift, returning with a few tasteful picture frames and a stuffed bunny for Olivia, and had reminded him last night you wanted to stop at a florist on the way there to get flowers for Connie.

“You agreed, Jav,” you laugh, tipping your head back while he lets his mustache scrape along your pulse. “Besides, it’ll only be a couple hours, then we can come home and you can have me all to yourself all night long.”

The mere idea of it makes his jeans tighter still, and he nips at your skin, earning himself a smack to the shoulder.

“Watch it! You know Connie’ll give me hell if I show up covered in hickies.”

“Love bites,” he corrects, pulling his head up, meeting your eyes. A strand of hair falls in your face, and he brushes it away, leans in to kiss your mouth, tasting the cream on your lips. “Mmm, sweet.”

“Love bites, sure,” you repeat, rolling your eyes. “Go get in a shower, cowboy.”

He pulls away from you reluctantly. “Does that mean you’re not joining me?”

“If the cake is done before you’re out, then maybe.”

“Querida,” he pouts and you push him in the direction of the stairs.

“Enough with the puppy dog eyes!” you laugh, still grinning. “Go!”

Ten minutes later, the cake is cooling on the counter and he has you pressed against the shower wall. The wet rope of your hair curls around his wrist as he holds you in place, your feet outside of his, your back arched and your moans filling the bathroom. His other hand is curled around your hip, grunting with every snap of his hips, the smack of your ass against the tops of his thighs.

He cums fast, driving his cock deep, and then yanks you up, banding his arm beneath your tits, his other hand moving to your clit, drawing fast circles that have you keening in his arms. You shower fast after that, taking turns beneath the spray, and you slink out first after kissing him soundly.

The bathroom is still full of steam when he gets out, and Javi takes his time, checking his discarded watch to see how much time he has. He brushes his teeth, combs his hair, shaves the bit of stubble from his jaw. When he walks back to the bedroom, towel wrapped around his hips, you are nowhere to be found, but you’ve laid out his red plaid shirt on the bed, along with a dark pair of jeans and his black leather belt.

Half an hour, and he’s walking down the stairs, fingers hooked into his belt as he turns down the hall to the kitchen.

His jaw nearly hits the floor, and his jeans are tight all over again.

You look absolutely edible.

Javier is pretty sure he’s never seen this dress before. His mind is a rolodex when it comes to you, full of details and moments and lists. Among those lists is his favourite outfits of yours — most of which are for bedroom use only, but there are a good few others that are outside-friendly. But this dress…he’s never seen this dress before.

It hangs off you perfectly, accentuating every curve of your body. It’s a pale turquoise colour, with little peach flowers all over it. There are buttons down the front, and the straps are thin, thin enough for him to know you’re not wearing a bra underneath.

Javi wolf-whistles, and you jump again, tilting your head back with a laugh as he walks into the kitchen, stepping toward you. “Don’t you look at me like that, Javier Peña,” you chide, pointing a finger in his direction. “You already had your way in the shower.”

“My way?” he repeats, lifting a brow as he moves behind you, letting his hands rest on your hips. The fabric of the dress is impossibly soft. “Pretty sure we both got our way, didn’t we?”

“We did,” you say, giggling as he presses his chest to your back. “I’m just saying, you got what you wanted, and we don’t have time—” The end of your sentence cuts off with a gasp as he slides his hand between your legs, pushing the heel of his palm against your cunt.

“Time for what, querida?” he asks, dragging the tip of his nose along your neck. “You know as well as I do I could make you cum right here and now.”

“Javi.” Your fingers curl around his wrist, and for a moment he thinks you’re going to pull his hand away, but you don’t. “You’re gonna make us late.”

“And Steve can give me hell about it all afternoon if he likes,” he replies, stepping away from the counter and the half-finished cake, taking you with him. You go willingly, melting into his arms.

Two minutes later, and he has you bent over the arm of the couch, eating your pussy from behind, the skirt of your dress bunched in his fists. Your thighs quake against his face, your underwear hooked around one ankle, and Javi lets one hand glance down the back of your leg as you cum with a shout, one arm reaching around to bury your hand in his hair.

Satisfied, Javier leans back on his feet, leaving a wet kiss on one cheek and delivering a quick spank to the other. It makes you moan and he grins, helping you back into your underwear, letting your skirt fall back down over your ass. You straighten slowly, still catching your breath, and Javi grabs your chin, kissing you hard, enough that he hopes you can taste yourself on his tongue.

“Ready to go, baby?”

Twenty minutes later, and you’re both in the truck, the gifts in the backseat, the strawberry shortcake boxed and resting at your feet. You turn up the radio as Javier drives, rolling down the windows to let the summer breeze waft through the truck cab.

Before you make it into the busier streets of the city, you pull your feet up under you, loosening your belt slightly so you can lean over the middle console of the truck. Javi lifts his brow as your hand curls around his bicep, skimming up and down his arm.

“I really love this shirt on you,” you mutter, leaning closer until you can press your lips beneath his ear. “Looks so fucking good, baby.”

He opens his mouth, but no words come out, only a low groan as your hand moves down between his legs, cupping him through his jeans, the heat of your hand seeping through the material.

“Cariño,” he mutters, gritting his teeth as the blood rushes south, cock twitching in his pants. “I will pull this truck over, I swear to god.”

Just as the words are past his lips, the streets grow busier, the countryside giving way to the suburbs, and you sink back into your seat, returning your feet to the floor, resting your hand over his on the gearshift.

“Are you okay, Javi, sweetheart?” you ask, your voice falsely sweet as you lace your fingers through his. “You look a little flushed.”

He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and presses the gas a little harder. You just laugh.

Connie and Steve are excited to see you both, and Olivia doubly so. You’ve seen them a few times since you and Javi became an official item, and while Livvy loves her Uncle Javi, she loves you even more. The afternoon is spent in the Murphys’ large backyard, filled to bursting with lawn chairs and tables, a little inflatable pool for the kids, overflowing coolers filled with beer and soda for the adults. Steve pulls Javier in every direction, introducing him to their new neighbours, Steve’s new colleagues and the like. A few are familiar faces to Javi, and there’s the inevitable conversation of how it’s such a small world, inquiries about Javier’s parents, the ranch, etcetera.

And the whole time, Javi keeps an eye on you.

Connie has commandeered you as much as Steve has Javier, introducing you to all her friends and the neighbours. He’s watched as you’ve done the rounds, chatting with people, offering Connie help with refilling the coolers or setting out snacks. Olivia has most of your attention, however, and Javi watches more than once how she wobbles over to wherever you’re standing, wraps her little fingers around yours and pulls you over to the blanket of toys Connie laid out for her. You go willingly each time, a beaming smile on your face.

Now, Javier watches with a grin on his own mouth as Olivia giggles wildly, her little feet kicking while you blow raspberries on her little belly. Connie sits beside you on the blanket, the two of you chatting between Olivia’s requests to stack blocks or give voices to her stuffed animals.

“So, when are you gonna put a ring on that girl’s finger, Jav?” Steve asks, the words almost too loud, handing Javier another beer. He feels his ears go red as he takes the bottle, taking a long sip before Steve touches his boot to Javi’s. “Seriously, man. She’s an angel.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Javi quips, glancing at Steve before his eyes dart back to you. “I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Think less,” Steve tells him, tipping his bottle toward Javi. “It’ll just get you into more trouble. Just ask her. Honestly, Javi, I’ve never seen you this happy.” His ex-partner lifts a brow. “Or is the sex just that good?”

Javier chokes on his beer. He sputters, instantly wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt. “Shut the fuck up, Murphy.”

More conversations are had, more of Steve’s friends joining the circle to talk shop, football games and the new sports bar that opened downtown. It all sort of fades into the background for Javier as his gaze continually returns to you. Eventually, Connie pulls Steve away to help with something, the others go to make conversation elsewhere, and Javi is left alone in his chair.

He’s not lonely for long, however, because just as he’s setting his empty beer bottle down on the ground beside him, you materialize in front of him, dangling a fresh beer in front of his nose, the condensation dripping down the glass.

“Querida,” he grins, taking the beer before reaching for you, curling an arm around your waist. “Come here, you hot little thing.”

You throw your head back and laugh, falling into his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck. He leans in and kisses the hinge of your jaw, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin, the flowery smell of your hair. It’s intoxicating. You sink fully into his lap, leaning against his chest, moaning as you go.

“Ugh, that feels good,” you groan, tilting your head back so the sun pours over your face. “These shoes are killing me.”

Javier nips at your earlobe. “Moan for me again; it sounded nice.”

You smack his chest, straightening slightly. “Javi.”

“I’m just teasing.”

“Aren’t you always?”

He just chuckles, shaking his head as you lean back against his chest again. Javi rubs his hand up and down your back, drawing circles on the bare skin between your shoulders, letting his fingers dip beneath the fabric of the dress just a bit.

You hum quietly, resting your head on his shoulder. “Honestly, Jav, how are you so comfy? I could sit on you all day.”

Javi presses his lips together, feeling your face grow hot as you realize what you’ve said. He tightens his arm around your waist, squeezes your hip through the fabric of your dress. “You know you have an open invitation for that, querida.”

He can almost see the goosebumps rise across your skin, and you wiggle your hips slightly, adjusting yourself in his lap. His cock twitches at the friction and you drape both arms around his neck, leveling your face with his. You peck the tip of his nose, but then your mouth slips south, kissing his top lip softly. He can tell you’re restraining yourself, and it only makes him harder.

The hand not curled around your hip starts rubbing up and down your legs, and when your knees part slightly, he finds his opening, glancing around to make sure no one’s paying you any mind before he lets his hand slide right up your skirt, fingers skimming up the inside of your knee.

“Javier.”

He pushes his face into your neck again, making it look like he’s whispering something to you, a secret for your ears only. “You think anyone would notice if I started fingering you right now?” he asks, and you don’t reply, but he hears the quiet gasp, the hitch in your breath. “You can be good for me, can’t you, querida? Let me play with that pretty pussy, but don’t let anybody know what we’re doing. Hmm?”

You twine your fingers in the back of his hair and tug, hard enough that his head lifts from your throat. “Javier Peña, you’re a menace.”

“You’re the menace, cariño,” he responds, raising his brows. “Who gave you the right to look so fucking delicious in that dress, hmm? I oughta teach you a lesson.”

The corner of your mouth quirks. “Mm, I think I’d enjoy that lesson.”

He gives you a quick peck. “I’ll make sure that you do.”

Your grin turns full-blown. “And speaking of delicious, my shortcake was a hit, but I really think we should get home soon, Javi. There’s lots more whipped cream in the fridge, and I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

An hour and a half later, and you’re home. You’re home, and you barely made it through the door, a trail of clothes leading from the front porch and into the kitchen. The tile floor is cool against Javi’s bare skin, but he feels like he’s on fire all at the same time.

The bowl of whipped cream sits off to the side. You’re as naked as he is, sitting astride his face, your knees pressing against his shoulders. Javi’s got his hands on your hips again, holding onto you tightly, groaning into the inside of your thigh as you drop another dollop of whipped cream at the base of his cock. It’s cold — almost too cold — but the coolness turns to heat as you close your mouth around him again, the warmth of your mouth almost too much to bear. Your tongue rides the veins of his cock, laving at the base while the tip hits the back of your throat, cleaning the whipped cream from his skin.

He yanks you down hard, sealing his mouth around your cunt, pushing his tongue into your dripping hole. You keen, moaning around his cock, and the vibration makes him moan right back into you. You don’t let up, not until he’s cumming hot down your throat, and even then, you pull off him with a quiet pop, instantly dropping your head to lick the rest of the whipped cream up. It sends chills through his whole body, leaves him writhing on the floor, and he taps your thighs, signaling you to get off.

Javier doesn’t let you go far, pulling you back against him as soon as you’re upright, both of you on your knees on the kitchen tile. With one hand, he smears whipped cream around your nipple, mouth lowering to lick it up a moment later, and the other finds its way between your legs, thumb circling your clit, two fingers sinking into you.

“Javi,” you groan, your head dropping back on your shoulders, one hand diving into his hair as he scrapes his teeth against your nipple, reaching for more whipped cream before moving to the other. “Oh my fucking god.”

He drags his tongue against you before flicking his eyes up to your face. “Moan my name again, querida,” he grins. “It sounded nice.”

“Javier.”

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slvttyplum · 5 months

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✧˖° grungy boyfriend | suguru geto

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹i’m feeling a little better now.

100% riding a motorcycle.

picks you up on it, drives it around town, goes to important events on it, and fucks you on it.

it was a good investment, it was expensive so why not use it for pretty much everything?

smokes

he smokes cigs, black n milds, weed, anything under the sun. it bothered you at first, because your house would be covered in what ever he smoked but…

he looked so fucking sexy when he did it. his long slender fingers holding the cig in place and he brings it up to his red plump lips, taking a puff.

the smoke slithering out the side of his mouth then out his nostrils, it was like you were looking at a painting.

leather jacket and doc martens

there’s not one outfit where he’s not wearing a jacket or his docs, it’s either one of the other.

even when it’s hot out, he’ll still wear them. that combo could kill half the population with the way he looks in them.

his big arms popping out the jacket and not a scratch on his shoes, he hasn’t gotten a new pair since ‘08 and he’s not planning on getting new ones now.

painted nails & jewelry

he’s always getting his nails painted, makes you do it, artist choice for color.

one time you picked pink and purple thinking he would get mad, but the toxic masculinity was thrown at the window when a smirk slid across his face.

he thought it was, and i quote “sick.” his finger nails looked so nice and crisp, he never went to anyone else but you.

he is a black and silver guy. silver rings, black gauge, silver septum, black eyebrow piercing, silver tongue piercing.

sometimes he’ll put a little color in one of his piercings, but he has a theme and doesn’t plan on changing it.

the black really compliments the “aesthetic” of his, and you love it just as much as him.

he lets you dress him on certain occasions. if it’s somewhere fancy, or somewhere you invited him, he’ll let you dress him.

you make sure to keep him theme, so when meeting your parents you had him wear a grey t shirt, some black cuffed pants, his docs and a leather jacket.

you thought it wasn’t that bad, but he thought otherwise.

“what the fuck is this?” he asks, turning around in the mirror pulling back one side of the jacket looking at the shirt.

you roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest, “it’s not perfect but it was better than what you had.”

“i have no personality now… come on, where’s the jewelry?”

you roll your eyes and walk out.

you don’t dress him like that all the time though, that was only for meeting the parents.

tattoos

this man has tattoos wrapped all around his body, from his youth years all the way til now.

he has 56 in total right now… you counted.

he wasn’t planning on having that many, in fact he was only planning on that one, but he slipped down a dangerous road.

he just looked too good.

well that’s your boyfriend… i love him and i hope you do too.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk suguru #jjk geto #getou suguru x you #jujutsu geto #grunge #geto x you #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #getou suguru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen suguru

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It is #Molloy Monday and I am here to remind you that Daniel is featured most from 1975-1985 aka the Sluttiest Era of Modern Male Fashion.

Coming in HOT we have the cut off short shorts and cropped t-shirt or mostly unbuttoned button down combo. Daniel visited some warm climates during the chase years so I invite you to picture him in the tiniest ripped jean shorts sweating over whether or not that auburn haired lady down the street is actually Armand!!

Or going into the 80s sometimes the tops were REALLY cropped and exposed midrift and back!! Like just picture Daniel fucking around on Night Island in this, wow wow!!

But even when the pants were long the t-shirts were TIGHT, maximum pec definition through the shirt was a must.

If he didn't wanna show that much skin? That was fine because turtlenecks where IN baby!! These are basically vampire lingerie imo, covering up the most succulent part of the neck but still leaving a hint exposed below the jaw?? Armand had to have been dying of thirst!!!

(Also when it says Armand came to pick Daniel up from jail in a lawyer's tweed suit? He wasn't wearing no modern cut, he'd have been rocking the big lapels because this was the 70s tyvm)

Also important to note was that the 70s were the era of glam rock and androgyny, so picking a silky button down that looks like a women's blouse? Totally okay for men, very in style so long as you leave the top buttons undone to expose maximum chest.

Btw velour? Was IN. This is the 1979 equivalent of a juicy couture tracksuit which Armand could have snuggled right into while they were living in London.

And while the 80s sees the rise of a looser fit, that doesn't mean the crop top died or that people weren't still rocking a more form fitted jean when they were feeling casual.

This photo is from NYC in 1983 and shows that tight t-shirts and short shorts were still very much alive, just styled a bit differently! A tight top and looser straight leg jeans, or short bottom and a flowy open top took the place of all fitted looks.

Or that the mostly unbuttoned button down went away- if anything in the 80s the buttons went even LOWER and more revealing. Paired with a boxy linen suit this is essential 80s Miami aka Night Island looks.

and yeah that's spader, leave me alone, he's peak 80s here

This sweater is loose but it's got the deep V neck and a sheer knit, perfect for the beach!!

And yeah this is Sapder AGAIN but note the half open shirt, leather jacket, and jeans that get tighter near the ankle!! Classic 80s, baggy but still sexy, A+.

I SWEAR this is the last time I'm gonna use and abuse him but peep the muscle tank with the DIY cut edges on the arm holes! V neck! 80s!!!

Basically the takeaway here is that if you're putting them in the 80s and having them rock something baggy and double denim, the look still featured a tight waistline and rolled sleeves or rolled ankles to tighten the jeans. It wasn't just baggy all over!!

Here's some random images from the entire era to finish off:

So next time you're working on fic or art instead of just tossing Daniel into a regular old t-shirt and jeans consider doing some slutty 70s and 80s looks instead 😌

#daniel molloy #vampire chronicles #devil's minion #armand/daniel #vc shitpost #oops another spader adjacent post NOT SORRY ABOUT IT #he has so many early 80s movies they're easy to harvest from okay #and he's got the ash blond hair and beseeching look down #ANYWAYS i demand more daniel in short shorts art and fic tyvm #vc headcanons #apoptoses originals

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slasherbtch · 6 months

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✮ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬/𝐍𝐨

✮ 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✮ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬. 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 (𝐢𝐬𝐡). 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐧. 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧.

✮ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐫: 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐜 (𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝) … 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢�� 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫).

Brahms stares widely at your hips in a trance-like state as they fervently grind against his thigh. One of your hands rests on his chest, while the other covers his, that flick and tug one of your hardened nipples through the tight, fitted tee.

He’s still groggy from just waking up, yet he has long gotten over his shock at you taking initiative. His mind, heavy with sleep, can’t form a single coherent thought, other than letting you use him for your own pleasure.

How could he not? You look so pretty, face scrunched up in ecstasy, lips slightly parted, allowing soft pants to escape. Your moans fill the air, sounds equivalent to Brahms favorite music. If he knew how, he would replace it with you in a heartbeat.

Brahms immediately snaps to attention, hyperfocusing on your face and quivering legs, switching between the two as your jaw drops, releasing a drawn out curse. You’ve finally tumbled over the edge, soiling your shorts.

Watching you come undone was so sexy, the remaining sleep that paralyzed him lifted. In the next minutes that follow, he crashes his lips with yours eagerly and slips a hand in your shorts, groaning at the wetness that gathered.

You’re slightly winded as the positions switched and you find yourself on your back with Brahms hovering over you. He pulls inches away from your lips, just enough to hiss, “My turn,” as he impatiently tugs your shorts down.

Micheal’s surprisingly exhausted, his body movement limited thanks to a chase earlier tonight. But he was more annoyed than anything because those facts were what stopped him from fucking you right now.

Instead, he has to effortlessly bounce you on his thigh as you wiggle your hips with a flustered expression.

Your thighs clamped around his own weakly—Micheal was stronger. He will always be stronger. You were just so small and helpless compared to him. He could break you…

Watching your current expression, he wants nothing more than to have the chance to do just that—to have you withering beneath him as he looms over you, thrusting his big cock into you with no mercy. Your face would be scrunched up in both pleasure and pain. The perfect combo looks beautiful on you.

He tilts his head, silently taunting as your whimpers turn to moans. Your thighs lose their grip, your hips now eagerly grinding down with every lift of his leg. The frictions drive you mad, evident in the way your head is thrown back.

Were you going to come so soon? Micheal was amused. Who knew you riding his thigh for the first time got you so hot that you were coming in less than 20 minutes after him arriving home. It’s a real shame he doesn’t stop even after you do.

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e4iphany · 2 years

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astrology observations 2 . . . ♡

note: thank you guys for all the love on the last post! stay tuned for more astro observations & please let me know if you guys want any specific posts ♡ also a little bit of nsfw in this post!!

⚰️ earth mars men seem to always go for younger girls. i’ve noticed it with so many celebs - mainly capricorn mars and virgo mars.

⚰️ am i the only one who has noticed that it seems like fire/air sign mars women are usually more dominant and fire/air sign men are usually more submissive? most people seem to say “ohhh aries mars men are so dominant in bed” when most of the times they’re the ones most likely to be more submissive

⚰️ people with their ascendants at a higher degrees, meaning most of their 1st house is not the same as their ascendant, may still feel very connected to their ascendant + the other sign in their 1st house. my 1st house starts at 29° leo and ends with 22° virgo. i have a lot of virgo like traits, as well as leo facial features / personality traits.

⚰️ you may also come off as that second sign — i.e a lot of people think i’m a virgo when they first meet me as i’m shy and quiet & other basic traits lol

⚰️ people with their moon opposite their sun/ascendant … are you okay? you always seem to be fighting multiple personalities and can never tell who you really are. your outer emotions don’t reflect your inner emotions & you typically fake who you really are.

⚰️ 10H synastry/placements in composite chart is so sexy because they’re literally a power couple

⚰️ moon in 7H natives… you don’t need to be in a relationship to be healed… FOCUS ON YOURSELF!!!!!!!

⚰️ gemini risings have such beautiful hands. beautiful everything actually

⚰️ speaking of weird obsessions, a chart with a combo of gemini and pisces placements get obsessed with things and can’t overcome them. addictive personalities!

⚰️ it’s pretty easy to guess a sun sign by their looks. pisces and virgos are probably the easiest sign to guess, next to libra. i might do a post going more into detail!

⚰️ don’t know where the idea that pisces mars can be switches in bed came from because every pisces mars i’ve met at first thought they were a switch and turned out to be a bottom lol. we like to act like we aren’t bottoms though 🖤

⚰️ if your synastry chart with someone doesn’t have any squares/oppositions/quincunx … it will be very boring and superficial. every relationship/friendship needs some dynamic and challenges to overcome. it doesn’t mean toxicity, it just means you’ll need to put in effort.

⚰️ pisces .. anything age SOOO beautifully. think jensen ackles, rihanna, cindy crawford, etc. mainly pisces sun & rising i’ve noticed. probably moon as well, but i don’t know too many pisces moons.

⚰️ 7H/4H synastry is like .. romcom / basic romance movies kind of love. 8H/12H synastry is like requiem for a dream / buffalo 66 / the notebook kind of shit lmfao. toxic but die-for-you kind of

⚰️ easiest way to see if someone has pisces in their big 6 is their eyes!!! literally all pisces placements have bigggggg eyes i can’t even describe them. pisces sun, moon & rising is more prevalent with this character trait.

⚰️ if their moon falls in your 4H/1H… good luck getting over them because it’s *not* going to happen

⚰️ north node / south node synastry is so …. 😍🥰😘😍😍😘 perfect. think winona ryder & johnny depp, her south node conjunct his asc & his north node conjunct her vertex.

⚰️ aries moons are such great friends. maybe it’s because i’m a sag moon, but 2 of my closest friends are aries moons & they tell me how it is in, they don’t sugarcoat and they’re real. i 🖤 aries moons

thank you for reading! and you thank you for all the love on the last post . . . ♡

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