#:3 yw

[toruro]

crawling on the floor and begging for pussy drunk jun like fr drunk like no one has ever seen ;-;

[19:44]

pairing. jun x reader

genre. smut (18+ / minors dni)

w/c. 850+

usually your time coming home from work is filled with sweet kisses by the door, followed by giggles and snorts as you two stumble into the kitchen to make dinner together.

usually jun brushes some hair out of your face, kisses your cheek softly, and helps you tie on your apron. usually he asks you, "hey baby, how was work?" and litters you with coos and compliments as you share bits of your day.

usually he grins at you as you sit across from each other at the table, fingers intertwined as you settle to eat dessert on the couch, putting on some re-running episodes of naruto.

usually, jun doesn't slam the door shut and shove a knee between your legs just as you enter the foyer, mumbling on about how much he fucking needs you.

"fuh ... fuck," the curse slips from your lips before you even realize what he's doing to you. he's got his face buried in your neck as he sucks sloppy kisses against your skin, lapping moaning against the growing bruises.

"baby," jun huffs into you, pulling away so he can tug your shirt off in a frantic mess before sinking to his knees. "baby lemme eat you out," he groans, pressing his head against your legs as he looks up w sparkling eyes.

"o-oh," you gasp out when you feel his fingers playing at the edge of your waistband, yanking the dark pants down as you awkwardly lean against the wall and spread your legs. "fuck, yeah—please," you moan when jun presses his nose against the cotton of your panties. the moan he lets out reverberates through your core and you shudder when he licks you over the fabric.

"can taste you through your panties," jun says, scooting closer between your legs so he can grab your hip with one hand and your ass with the other. "so fucking good," he groans against when he licks another fat stripe before pulling the fabric to the side to reveal your slick, fluttering folds, "so fucking pretty."

leaning forward, jun noses against your clit, shooting soft and steady pulses through your blood, and you instinctively thread your fingers through his hair. "c'mon baby," you coo between airy breaths, "you were just begging, weren't you?"

"yeah," jun agrees, looking back up at you w wide eyes before grinning shyly. "sorry, s'just you smell so good," he mutters before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. you hardly have enough time to cry out and brace yourself against the wall before his tongue is jutting out and licking all up and down over your drenched folds.

jun moans into you, letting the vibrations shake your core as you pulse around his tongue. he's making out with your cunt and it has your back arching and throat letting out high pitched moans and mangled words as you try to get him to slow down.

it's just so much, and the onslaught of pleasure doesn't stop because jun doesn't stop—he's too lost in the taste of your arousal, the sound of your moans, the feeling of your fingers in his hair—you start to feel dizzy from all the pleasure, biting down on your lip as you squirm in his hold.

"just like that junnie—fuh ... oh—" you whine when his nose bumps against your clit again, your body twitching at the contact.

"you're gonna cum right?" jun mumbles against you, and he peeks up so you can take a glance at the shine on the lower half of his face, eyes glossy and smile dopey. fuck. fuck.

"uh-huh," you nod, brushing some hair away from his forehead as he dives back in, murmuring words into your folds as he does so.

"gonna lemme taste you cum, right?" you hear him say of the rush in your ears as you start to lose sight of your vision again. this time, jun's got a finger a prodding at your hole as he flicks his tongue against your clit, and before you know it he's rubbing against your walls and pushing you closer and closer to your impending high. "finest pussy ever, fuck—" jun mewls into you when you can't take it anymore, squeezing down on him like vise.

he eats you through the high—nearly devours you whole with his harsh sucks and nips, lapping against the sensitive nub of your clit. there are tears streaming down your face as you grind down on him, riding out every last bit of pleasure until you're burning and jerking at every one of jun's ministrations.

"b-baby slow down," you hiccup, trying to nudge his face away, but suddenly his hands are gripping at your hips, holding you in place. "i just came a-and—" you stutter, but then jun is looking up at you with those hazy eyes and something in your stomach churns.

"s'good baby," he groans, pressing a sloppy kiss to your thigh before brushing his lips back over your sensitive clit. you let out a squeak as your hand flies back down to hold onto his head. "you'll let me taste you again, won't you?"

[saltycryptid]

bro is NOT listening to Gale's dissertation on the mechanics of the underdark tunnel system

[cinnamnt]

hits you with one a these and LEAVES!!!

[vypridae]

Can we have some drawn out affection scenes?? If not that's fine! Also thanks for all of the info you have given us so far! I hope you get plenty of rest and comfy things. :>

i will be drawing more of this

[gommeboi]

old men <3

[housecow]

damn I can’t even imagine getting too fat to kneel,🥵theres so many things I dont think about being different when u become a fat girl

Is bending down to tie your shoes also hard now then too? 👟

this pic is from may (~240ish??) and it’s like the closest i could get then 😭😭 it like forces me to lean forward and is NOT comfy at all … but i may rb this with an updated photo if i can…

gonna be real w you i haven’t actually tried to bend down and tie shoes in a while bc i exclusively wear platform sandals during the summer. that being said now i’m nervous to try 🫣

[b1tterarts]

Bro asks too many questions

[uzi-x33]

what a waste, army dreamers.

[twilightkitkat]

In most universes, Poolverine behaves like an asymptote. Their life trajectories get infinitely closer, gravitating toward each other, but never quite crossing. Destined to inch toward the other, brushing right by, but never truly seeing them.

They live adjacent to each other: as former Weapon X experiments, as "heroes" (or anti-heroes, in Deadpool's case), and as people who have suffered similar trauma. But while they get close enough to recognize each other, they keep moving on their own path. Closer and closer, but never quite they.

Because while they might vaguely know each other, go on occasional missions together, and fight, they never truly intersect. They understand, subconsciously, that they're foils to each other. Warped reflections in the mirror of another path they could've taken.

But while their hands graze when they part, they never intertwine. They never reach out.

Until this universe.

One where Wade sees this Wolverine, grieving and angry and tired, and decides to finally, finally, grab him. To forcefully pull him over the invisible line separating them. To yank Logan onto his trajectory, into his universe.

And so, for the first time, they finally meet. They don't just briefly recognize each other, they grow to truly understand each other. To become so deeply intertwined that their paths merge into one line, one future, one anchor being.

They don't just glance into an abyss that's eerily similar to their own, they dive headfirst into it. They swim to find each other through the murky blackness and cling to each other like a lifetime.

And finally, they aren't alone. They have someone who's on the same path as them. Who understands their suffering. Who matches them in every way that matters. Who sees them and loves them anyway. It's new. It's exhilarating. It's everything.

Because here's the thing: Wade and Logan have always been soulmates. Their stories and trauma have always reflected each other. They've always had undeniable chemistry when put together. They've always been capable of relating to and accepting each other on a deeper level than anyone else.

It's just that this time, they finally recognized it. They didn't continue to live in ignorance, never pushing for more despite the itching part of them that wanted to reach out. They didn't just drift past each other, staying in each other's gravitational pull but never touching.

They broke free of their curse. From being so close to happiness but passing over it. From having their soulmate be right beside them and never turning to just look.

Their paths finally crossed, even if fate itself seemed to push them apart. Even if the odds were impossible. Even if Logan came from another universe. Even if they both tried to sacrifice themselves only to miraculously survive atomic disintegration. Just because they had each other.

Their trajectories finally combined.

[neutralmistake]

A little something for @gradient-jeremy-asks <3

All art belongs to them! This was super fun to make:3

Btw I have an account on TikTok where I post all my edits! The acc is @red_flavored_ice ! Take a peak if you’d like.

[melveres]

wizzy was down for maintenance so I drew my Young Wizard while I (impatiently) waited

[neuvoid-writes]

Danmeitober 2024 Day 3 - First Kiss

Thousand Autumns - Shen Qiao and Yan Wushi

'Foolish A-Qiao, kiss me already.' - Yan Wushi... probably

Quick and messy sketch + paint (i'm sure i forgot some details.... hahahahaha.....)

first time drawing these two. hopefully YWS reads as him hahaha

[iaminjail]

wallter without the wall

[dotts-inkings]

@the-quackity-competition

[anxiously-sidequesting]

I personally love and obsess over disillusioned and self-isolating protagonists which is one of the reasons why I advocate for a Young Wizard who just leans so much into their role as the Savior that they're now just this broken down individual who now genuinely shares everyone's fears and legends of them of being this Ultra Powerful, Non-Human, Above-All-The-Peasants Legend Amongst Men. Being picked apart and analyzed (INCORRECTLY might I add) by strangers and people who fear/hate/revere you, no matter where you go or what you do, over and over and OVER it just literally whittles away at who you used to be, what used to make you happy and now you're replaced with what everyone made you into. Not You, but a Hero.

But you know what's even better 😈😈😈 a wizard who cracks in a different way and is now just baaaareeely holding it together. A wizard who just is not All There anymore. A wizard who's Good Maybe, but someone who genuinely gives you a GOOD REASON to fear a switch in allegiance. Someone who reminds you that your entire life depends on their mood

Give me Harley Quinn YW, give me a YW who cackles and shrieks in joy as they batter the evil to the ground, give me a YW who pushes at the very edge of the EXTREMES even when they don't need to. I want a YW who doesn't carry around a gleaming sword, or a mystical staff, but a bat with nails studded inside or a rusty machete; I want poems and songs of not a Hero but a wolf in sheep's clothing who just barely gets by in masquerading as the Commoners. An unhinged YW is the second to best Bad Ending you could ever get from this situation and I want everyone to think about this actually

[vypridae]

Congratulations, you have converted me to realizing Valentino is an essential part of the Vees and now I have polyvees brainrot (all three of them dating each other)

YESSSS POLYVEES IS SO GOOD... IK I MOSTLY TALK ABOUT STATICMOTH AND BROKERDOLL BUT POLYVEES IS ALSO ACTUALLY TOP FUCKING TIER DUDE