#•megs talks•

[ohwowimlonley]

ohhhh free use with poly!marauders would be something like the boys making it hard for reader to do watch a movie because they keep using her holes and passing her around. imagine the boys sitting in one couch and the reader is seated in remus' dick, waiting for him to cum until she is passed to the other boys 😵‍💫

Changed this a tiny bit to fit a bit better but here :) (btw its roommates!marauders)

Cw for free use/advanced consent

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You’re alone in your room, curled up in the corner of your bed, blanket covering your thighs as you finally start watching you’re favourite movie. It’s the middle of the day, so you’re the only one at home while the boys are out at work. See, you and your roommates had come to an agreement; they would go out to work and pay the rent and bills and buy groceries (and occasionally gifts for you), allowing you to spend your days as you please. In return, they ask for only one thing: your advanced consent.

Now, let’s not get silly here, you can always tell the boys no at any time, and they constantly remind you of that fact. All the agreement means is that they don’t have to ask you, and sometimes they pull you away from what you’re doing when they really need you. There are also a few rules in place. For example, you shouldn’t wear panties around the house (that is, excluding extenuating circumstances), and you shouldn’t touch yourself before asking for their help first.

Just as the plot starts to get good, your bedroom door creeks open. You jump, not expecting anyone to be home for at least and hour and a half, but relax when you see it’s only Remus. Once he determines you’re not in the middle of something vital, he pushes the rest of the way into your room. He doesn’t say a word to you just yet, just pulls his tshirt over his head and works on unzipping his jeans, pulling out his cock from his boxers and tugging on it.

“Rem! You’re home early,” you grin up at him, not bothering to ask him why, it doesn’t matter so long as he’s home. He makes a noncommital ‘hmph’ sound as he clambers up next to you, grasping at your him and turning you onto your stomach, letting your shirt rise up and expose your pussy to the room, still puffy from James using it this morning.

“Shush,” he grunts, but he doesn’t really mean it. He just wants to get inside you as quickly as he can, “boys’ll be home soon, wanna have you first,”

You go to respond, but Remus interrupts your train of thought by letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips onto the folds of your pussy and follows it with scraping his fingers through the stickiness. He wastes no time at all before slipping his cock into you, not going slow like he usually does to let you get used to his size.

You whine loudly at the burn his cock leaves you with, and while he doesn’t slow down he does set a soothing hand on the small of your back and bends over yiu to press a kiss to the bcak of your neck as he starts up his fast pace. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the stretch, and you let your mouth drop open in a long, continuous moan.

You lose yourself in the sensations, almost forgetting about the movie still playing in the background as your roommate manhandles you all over your bed, using his full strength to let out his frustration on you. Remus hears the soft click of the front door opening, but you don’t, so you let out a confused whine when he pulls out of you.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes, seating himself at the head of your bed and pulling you over his thighs, slipping himself back into you, “boys’re home, gotta make sure they don’t take my girl, huh?”

You don’t respond. You can’t, what with Remus slipping his fingers against your poor, aching clit. The door to your room is already wide open, so James and Sirius can see the two of you as soon as they get to the upstairs landing. James clears his throat and you whip your head around to see your two other roommates standing side by side, watching you take Remus’ cock. You make eye contact with Sirius, and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“Told you he’d get home first,” he jabs his elbow into James’ rib before taking his hand and sitting on the end of your bed with the other boy in tow.

“Your fault really, Pads,” he points out, then smiles up at you, shrugging his shoulders, “the boys were arguing this morning about who got to have you first when we got home,”

“I was gonna share with Jamesie here, but Moony’s a stinkin cheater,” the boy in question doesn’t pay them any attention, just renews his grip on your hips and brings them down to meet his own thrusts.

“Rem!” You protest, turning back towards him and putting your palms on his chest to keep your balance. You can feel him throbbing inside you, a telltale sign that he’s close, and thank goodness for that because you’re getting there too, and on days where they pass you back and forth like this, it’s best if you cum as little as possible in the beginning.

“Who’s it gonna be next, love?” James is always more careful with you, his voice always questioning, never demanding. This by no means indicates that he isn’t just as desperate as you. In fact, on days where it’s all three boys, theres never a time where he isn’t practically forcing his cock into you.

There’s no opportunity for you to even try to answer his question, because Remus is anchoring you to him and spurting his cum deep inside you.

Sirius goes to tug you from Remus’ lap, but he locks his arms around your back and prevents you from moving even an inch further away from him. Sirius and James let out grumbles of displeasure.

“Rem, honey, share,” you remind him. When he eventually lets you go, James gets to you first, “can I face this way? I wanna watch my movie,”

All three boys chuckle amoungst themselves, and silently vow to make it as difficult as possible for you to watch your movie.

[ohwowimlonley]

Me every time I see the Oreo icecream in my freezer

me when i'm happy: i deserve a little treat

me when i'm sad: fuck it i deserve a little treat

me when i'm neutral: you know what'd make this day so much better........a lil treat

[tolerateit]

[palms-upturned]

Frustrates me to no end seeing people say “what’s your alternative to voting blue? Stage a revolution right now? This second? Get real, you’re posting on your computer instead of firebombing walmarts.” I don’t think that you understand what people are actually doing. I know for myself, I’ve been reading more history and theory than I ever have before. I’ve been marching. I’ve been getting involved with labor activism. I’ve been doing strategic research. I’ve tried to archive and share resources. I’ve watched other people do WAY more than I ever have or probably could. I’ve seen people occupy arms manufacturing sites and hold wildcat strikes and disrupt daily life as much as possible. We’ve all seen this happening at unprecedented levels for months now. And most of all, I’ve seen Palestinians telling us, rightfully full of anger, do not ever go back to how things were before. Do not turn away from what’s happening and your own complicity in it.

This is not something that we can vote our way out of. Our state is built on the same violence being inflicted on the people of Palestine. We helped to build Israel. We are still arming it and funding the “war” right now. Even the most half hearted measures from international bodies like the UN to take the bare minimum of a stance against genocide are quashed by the US. As they always have been, our power and resources are used to reinforce imperial and colonial hegemony. That remains the same no matter who is sitting in the Oval Office. And so does our own struggle for liberation. Meaningful change is never, ever going to come from within. We force the change to happen, as we always have.

If you can understand intersectionality, then surely you can understand this: we are not going to free ourselves by sacrificing colonized people. You may vote blue, and for you it could be a matter of life and death. Believe me, as a poor disabled person in a red state who almost killed myself over medical debt, I know the stakes. But I think you have to own the fact that you are empowering perpetrators of genocide and breaking solidarity with colonized people, not even to liberate yourself, but just to bargain with the oppressor for your life. That Palestinians and everyone else who we have harmed are going to be angry and they are more than within their rights. Instead of deflecting by just assuming that no one else is capable of putting their money where their mouth is and actually trying to lay groundwork for change, just do whatever you feel you have to do and sit with the reality of the situation.

Palestine will be free, we will be free, the whole world will someday be free. But for now, this is where we are, and we won’t free ourselves by operating like crabs in a bucket. Get organized, take care of each other, commit to solidarity. Empower yourself and each other rather than the state.

[peace-hunter]

i could never be a decepticon because imagine you're about to commit a war crime and then the leader of the enemy faction arrives and instead of giving you the ass-whooping of a lifetime immediately, first he gives you the saddest wet eyes you've ever seen. he's looking at you like you're personally about to kick his puppy. he doesn't even look mad, he's just sad and disappointed you're doing this.

and worst of all even if you manage to not give in to his sorrowful eyes you're still getting the ass-whooping of a lifetime so you don't even get to commit your war crime and now you're in emotional and physical pain :// simply not worth it imo :///

[feyhunter78]

The Dreadful Need in the Devotee Masterlist - Completed

Summary - During your Uncle Robert's Royal Procession, you find yourself enraptured with Ned Starks' bastard son. While Jon has never dreamed so vividly until your arrival, a thread seems to exist between you and him, pulling you together.

Luckily for you both, your father Tyrion has decided you need a sworn sword.

I’ve messed with canon and aged everyone up, so we start our story off with y/n being fifteen and Jon being sixteen, then go from there!

Ch 1: The Little Lion Ch 2: The Bastard Son Ch 3: Cyvassse Ch 4: Greensight Ch 5: The Tourney of the Hand Ch 6: The Chamber of the Little Lion Ch 7: Within Lannister Grasp Ch 8: Secrets Revealed Ch 9: Enter Stage Left: House Tyrell🔥 Ch 10: Aftermath Ch 11: Roseroad Ch 12: Weirwood Ch 13: The Queen's Nameday Ch 14: The Son of the Morning Ch 15: Duality of a Lioness Ch 16: The Young Wolf Ch 17: Northern War Camp Ch 18: The Fall of the Lannisters Ch 19: Post War Revelry Ch 20: The Lion and the Star🔥 Ch 21: As Time Unfurls🔥

[transthatmasc]

Viktor smokes. He knows his lungs are fucked up and he smokes anyway. Jayce cannot fucking cope with this cause it might be shortening his life span and Viktor is like ‘aw that’s very sweet that you care but if you stand between me and my cigs I will go through you’

[ohwowimlonley]

Omg I love your writing and I'd like to request a smut with draco if that's okay!! Something w dry humping where he's more submissive & fem reader

This is a small apology for being present on tumblr for the past few weeks but not actually writing or posting at all lol

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“Draco,” your voice comes out sing-songy, breath shifting your boyfriend’s fringe ever so slightly as you speak, “you’ve only got five more minutes ‘til you need to be in the changing rooms, so you better hurry up,”

Words stick in his throat, all he can do is let out a petulant whine and cant his hips up to meet yours, then throw his head back in frustration when the friction of his boxers isn’t nearly enough to help him. You debate taking pity on him, maybe rocking your hips might help push him over the edge, but those gorgeous eyes filling with tears keeps you from doing anything just yet.

“Don’t forget y’gotta make me cum first, sweet thing,” you lean down over his chest, making your bare tits squish against his pecs and smushing your cunt harder against his cock.

“Oh- oh fuck,” his hands grapple at your hips, squeezing tight enough to form bruises. You let him do it, giving him just enough to stop him from bursting into a puddle of sexually frustrated tears, “I can’t- I can’t!”

“Of course you can, sweetness,” you press featherlight kisses over his face, which only serves to make him throb even harsher against your swollen clit. Then, he’s pushing at your hips, dragging you up and down over his clothed length, bumping the tip of his cock against your most sensitive parts, “yes, baby, just like that,”

[tolerateit]

women in STEM (shitty posture, tired all the time, eyebags, miserable)

[luke-hughes43]

guys.

mack crowns will in the locker room.

[palms-upturned]

I truly do not want to see any more “vote blue” “lesser evil” shit after this. Biden and his administration not only enabled the massacre in Nuseirat, they were directly involved. Where is the line? We are the ones who decide where to draw it. If even this doesn’t cross the line for you, I truly do not know what to say to you. We will not and cannot win our freedom by sacrificing the lives of colonized people. Enough is fucking enough.

[byfulcrums]

Apollo calling people "my dear" is the best thing that's ever happened in PJO

[annegroves]

The trials of autism. The autisms of apollo. Fuck man i dont know

[blighted-lights]

i think it'd be rlly funny if ravage and minimus hated each other btw. the only reason they get along is bc of their mutual connection to megatron. and even that isn't enough sometimes lmao

[ohwowimlonley]

Today we’re talking about sub!james

Specifically, sub!james who has the most insatiable oral fixation that he could spend hours with his head between your legs, cheek resting on your thigh as he latches his lips around your clit and sucks desperately. It doesn’t happen all the time, just on those nights where his brain is just so full of noise he just needs your help making it all quiet.

It doesn’t matter how many times you cum, that’s not necescerily his end goal. He’s lazy in his movements, but his tongue is rhythmic in the way it rolls against your most sensitive part. You try and hold out as long as you can for him, gripping onto the sheets to stop yourself squirming away from his touches. He’s just so peaceful down there, his soft hair tickling your stomach, that you just can’t bring yourself to tear him away from you.

He spends the whole time with his arms locked around one of your thighs, stealing all your warmth for himself. Really, he could stay down there, safe between your plush thighs for hours at a time, if you’d let him. Although, you can only just last a maximum of four orgasms before your pulling away to give yourself a break. They’re not mind melting orgasms, just soft ones that crash over you like the waves of a restful sea.

When you finally have to tug him away for good for the night, he’s still not satisfied. His pretty eyes are wide and shining with unshed tears. The poor boy just looks so pathetic, you have to call over one of the other boys to take your place. Of course, it’s different with them, and doesn’t last as long, but James doesn’t mind too much, as long as his jaw sufficiently aches and his tongue is constantly tainted with cum, he’s happy.