Imagine coming up behind Jane. Wrapping your arms around her waist as you pull her in and nuzzle your face into her hair as you trail kisses along her scalp and neck, until you come up to one of her rodent ears. After placing a kiss on it, you decide to go a bit further and give her ear a little nibble.
And, to your absolute surprise, she isnât so quick to come up with a witty remark as she usually is.
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mmm soft moments with jane
itâs late at night and janeâs getting ready in the bathroom, already in her usual outfit without her signature bomber jacket. sheâs checking herself in the mirror, making sure her outfit is properly adjusted, and her light makeup not smudged before heading out. then here you go, trudging into the bathroom and hugging her from behind, mumbling something under your breath groggily.
â gâmorning to you, sleepyhead. â she coos teasingly, smirking at you through the reflection of the mirror. you hug her a little tighter, nuzzling your face into her fluffy, black hair. the easing scent of her strawberry shampoo fills your lungs and you melt into her. â iâll miss you. â and jane hums sweetly, her gloved, deft fingers sliding up the back of your hand thatâs lightly pressed against her stomach. she weaves her fingers with yours and softly squeezed. in response, you press a tender kiss to her scalp.
â iâll only be gone for a few days for the sting operation. but, iâll miss you too, sweetheart. â thereâs been gang activity growing in parts of new eridu so her captain wants to send her in one of those hot spots as a recruiting member to obtain inside information and help with the raid. you let out a soft whine, swaying your body with hers side by side. â that means iâll have to sleep in an empty bed for a couple of days. .â
she chuckles, a teasing smirk growing on her glossy lips. â my poor baby~ maybe i should buy you a body pillow so you can sleep better when iâm not here. â
you grump, â if you do that, i swear iâll sleep with the body pillow even when you are here. â her body tremors a little as she snickers.
â we both know thatâs a bluff. youâre the same person whoâd throw a tantrum if my tail isnât wrapped around you and when iâm not in a certain position where you can spoon me. â the rat thiren remarks mischievously. you roll your eyes.
â i do not have tantrums, jane. i just love holding you in my arms a-and you love it. â
â hehe, i never said i didnât, did i? â
you exhaled heavily, â i digress. just be safe, okay? iâve already packed some snacks and equipment in your trusty pouch. â
after a year of dating, she still doesnât really know how to respond to your affection whenever you openly express your concern and do things for her. â . .i appreciate it, thank you. â
you smile into her hair at the subtle, bashful tone behind her smooth voice. loving lips press a few tender kisses to her scalp then down to her neck. you gingerly brush aside the long tresses of faded red hair to continue peppering kisses against the nape of her neck. her steady breath audibly staggers as you firmly hold her close to youâan intimate representation of how much she means to you. janeâs chest swirls with infatuation and she finds herself lost to your touch like many times before.
a surprised noise rumbles in her throat as you move back up to kiss at her rat ear. â one of my favorite things i love about you. . â you murmur, giving it another chaste kiss. it flutters, the tips of her ear turning a degree hotter. the hand woven with yours, squeezes again, this time, tighter. you carefully nibble at her ear and she melts into mush on the inside.
â . . . .youâre quite the weasel, arenât you? doing this before i leave is seriously unfair, you know? â itâs unfair, because now this memory is going to be replaying in her head for the next couple of days while sheâs away on a secret operation. like always, youâre her distractionâher only weakness. jane always thought that the only thing thatâll truly make her break character would be over you. if she had a choice to save her secret identity or you, itâd be you without a second thought.
her tail slithers between your leg and hers, and link them together. oh, sheâll make sure to return in a couple of days to get you back. it involves you sleeping really good after what sheâll do to you.
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goose:) long car ride over today. got a little time needing to go towards the end but was far from desperate :(
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pro tip! If you wanna get really desperate, drink a bunch then get super distracted, like either watching YouTube or whatever, works every time!
source: I've had many close calls because of this hgfdsahgfdd
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heyo!! been loving the super specific rec lists youve been making lately :)
do you have favorite fics that include riding! as in. riding cock. bonus points if thereâs good dirty talk about it. donât care whoâs on who as long as it is HOT! but obv i love drarry most. hope this is fun!
An ask after my own heart 𥹠thank you for the delicious request anon, here are some fics with memorable riding scenes imho. This reminded me of my fave Starker PWP but thatâs neither here nor there so Iâll keep this short & Drarry. I hope you enjoy! ð¥
Move by @shealwaysreads (829 words)
âCome on, fuck yourself on it. I wonât make it move until you do.â
You Either Fuck or You Get Fucked by @fw00shy (2k)
"That's not how fucking works. Fucking'sâŠ" Draco waved a hand in the air. "You either fuck or you get fucked." "Sure," Harry said. He took out a Sickle. "Toss for it?"
in charge by @bonesliketambourines (2.4k)
Draco's bossy. Turns out that extends to the bedroom, too. Harry likes itâa lot.
Mens Rea by @lqtraintracks (E, 3k)
Mens Rea: the mental element of a person's intention to commit a crime; or knowledge that one's action or lack of action would cause a crime to be committed. âDraco Malfoy, how do you plead?â Iâm super fucking guilty.
Like Gold by @the-sinking-ship (4k)
Draco runs away from home on the back of his boyfriendâs motorbike.
Catch the Snitch (No, Catch My Heart) by prolix (4.5k)
Draco secretly loved when Harry lost a match.
Sexplanations (Of the Horrible Sort) by @bixgirl1 (7k)
Harry's willing to put up with a certain amount of injury, as long as he and Malfoy can keep doing... whatever it is they're doing. Maybe. Mostly. Especially if there might be more to it than sex.
Team Building for Dummies by InnerLilith (E, 7k)
Tensions run high when Harry and Draco are both drafted (as starting Seeker and substitute, respectively) for the English national team ahead of the 2002 World Cup. An impulsive bet on the outcome of a practice game resolves the tension in ways Harry wasnât expecting.
The Page Eleven Wars by fireflavored (E, 8.5k)
In a gossip-hungry post-war Wizarding World, Rita Skeeter has a wildly successful column in the Daily Prophet known as Page Eleven. Naturally, her favourite targets are the poster boys of the two sides of the war: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Bored and annoyed, the two take up tabloid baiting for sport and pleasure.
It's the Love of the Chase (That Created the Ride) by @lqtraintracks (14k)
Draco and Harry are new Auror partners. It's a bit dull. Until they finally see some spell action and things get a lot more interesting (in Draco's pants).
An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (15k)
As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had. The man had saved the bloody worldâokay, mostly Europeâthe least someone could do was give him a proper shag.
you look so fine by michi_thekiller (E, 16k)
In which Draco is a Veela and Harry is his mate. Dark!Humor or Crack!Horror, you decide.
Buy A Heart by xErised (E, 17k)
Draco's cock hardens as he looks at the invitation to the charity auction; his golden ticket to one wild night of desperate sex with Potter to get rid of this inexplicable obsession. His heart whispers that one night will never be enough, but Draco is beyond caring. All he knows is that he will pay any price to have Potter over and over again.
White as Snow by @bixgirl1 (19k)
After a quick escape from danger, Harry and Draco find themselves trapped in a blizzard, a small cabin their only refuge from the storm. It's the perfect place to recover and regroup â and to have a long-overdue conversation or two.
Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (20k)
In which Harry thinks heâs a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.
Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (22k)
'Twas the night before Christmas, although itâs July / Dracoâs a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / Thereâs hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissaâs here too, but⊠somethingâs amiss / And whatâs in those chocolates thatâs making them kiss?
Touch Me Fall by @lqtraintracks (23k)
Malfoy was such a ponce. And he was a complete snob. And he was so fucking fit Harry wanted to jump him where he sat. It would be too easy to forget his objective tonight: to really, really, really get Malfoy out of his system.
In Your Arms, Rests My World by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (24k)
Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that heâll never leave, that he wouldnât dream of it. âYou make me feel safe, Potterâ Malfoy whispers. âYou keep me safe.â
Embers by @shiftylinguini (41k)
Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot â he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, thatâs what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person theyâve referred him to might be nice.
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omg idk how i missed sin saturday when i've been such a wh0re in theory this weekend ð€©
anyway this week's spicy thought: steve having a thing for big girlies (like myself) and f*cking the sh!t out of her big b00bies
that is all, hope ur having a lovely and spicy weekend â€ïž
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HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY FUCK AND LOVE BIG GIRLIES IDC WHAT PPL SAY
like king Steve? absolutely not. that man has to work some things out. season 3&4 Steve? would cherish you and devour you.
like heâs fucking into your thighs, precum spilling down to your shins. heâs moaning and whining for you, while youâre giving him sweet praises. âSo pretty, stevie.â
âYeah? Iâm pretty? Fuck, your thighs are heaven.â And heâs absolutely gonna cum all over them.
and ur boobs? ur tits? ur voluptuous mounds? heâs absolutely done for. he swears theyâre magical because it doesnât take him long to cum every single time heâs thrusting into them.
also Iâm so sorry love I havenât done ur last ask yet but donât worry!!! itâs still on my mind :) Iâm just having a dry spell for fics
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Hi sara! Itâs me again. I was away for a while, just needed to take a break but omg i read what you wrote for me and 𥺠im just so amazed cause you described my accident so spot on even without me saying anything?? I actually really was in a stoplight when someone hit me on the back and sending my car forward to the car in front too but anyway, you wrote it so beautifully and comfortingly too, iâm so so appreciative of that. Thank you 𥰠Iâm a bit better now. I tried driving again just last Friday, it wasnât very successful, i was still shaking and i didnât even make it out of my street It felt like i was learning to drive again but baby steps i guess
Thank you so much again ð
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hi!!
i was thinking about you since i haven't heard from you in a few days. i'm happy to know that everything is okay, considering the possibilities.
i wrote the accident like because, as someone who has never been in a accident, who doesn't drive and just take the bus everywhere, it was kind of hard to explain the whole accident. so in my head, I went for the safest route.
please try to drive again, don't give up. i know it's hard right now, my friend went through the exact same thing and just like she was able to drive again, so will you i'm sure.
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bc arlecchino just came out (may god rest my soul), can you imagine calling her âFatherâ in bed HFKDKSOAIDKSOS. i can imagine what those hands can do and it is making me feel so ð despite her having pointy ass nails (we can make something work!), i still want those fingers to plunge to me ð
father is for official business but oh boy anon are you free to call her daddy in bed ððð she'll eat that up like it just awakens a part of her brain she didn't know existed. the first time it slips from your lips she'll go stock still, and you'll think she's turned off but in actuality she's simply processing what the fuck you just said before she's grabbing both your ankles and using them as leverage to push your legs up until they reach your god damn ears and pound even fucking deeper into you.......... congrats arle !! breeding kink unlocked !!
as for nails i think she files them down before you get frisky with each other, for your safety and comfort ofc âšâšâš but a fun little side effect of this is that you get pavlov conditioned into associating arle's short nails = very hot and very good sex LMAO you'll be chilling with arle on the couch maybe reading or something and she just pulls out a nail filer/clipper and it's instantly neuron activation for you ððð it's ok though, arle knows and loves the affect she has on her beloved â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
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Hey everyone! Letâs celebrate summer with some summer-themed requests!
You donât have to be following me to participate and can submit as many requests as you like!
Hereâs how it works: send me three emojis, one for who youâd like to see, one for your pairing, and one for the summer themed situation youâd want them in and a little description of what youâd like to see and Iâll do my best to write it!
And remember, if youâre asking for NSFW work: please be sure to not be anon and have your age in your bio, please!
Characters
ðŠ- Eddie Munson
ð- Steve Harrington
ð- Billy Hargrove
ð·ïž- tasm!peter
ð- Evan âBuckâ Buckley
ðš- Eddie Diaz
Pairings:
â€ïž- established relationship
ð- friends-to-lovers
â€ïžâð©¹- enemies-to-lovers
ð- friends
Places:
ð©Ž- the beach/pool
ð¡- the fair
ðïž- camp/camping
ð€- concert/festival
ð§º- picnic
âïž- stargazing
ð¿- movie night
âïž- moment in the rain
ð- farmerâs market
âïž- travel
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I just don't understand what his team was thinking when they agreed to this stunt. Exactly how does he benefit from it other then being seen as an uber straight grade-A douchebag? Is this really the image his team wants for Timmy? There's just too much talent and potential there to be shamming with a Kartrashian/Jenner.
Hello, Anon:
Itâs absolutely mind-boggling what having more money than God can buy in the United States of America these days: New lips, new hips, and a sparkling new image with a shiny new man who apparently doesnât even need to be present to win.
The KarJenner PR team has been hard at work for the last few months for a classy reboot of baby sister Kylie, complete with a romance with the internetâs boyfriend, style influencer and fashion icon Timothée Chalamet, who also happens to be the greatest actor of his generation. At face value, it certainly does seem like an unlikely match, given the imbalance of (dare I say it?) intellectual curiosity and preternatural talents between them. But anything is possible, when one has more money than one can ever spend in several lifetimes and the other has greater goals and ambitions than his power and influence will allow at this point in his career.
Both parties involved, however directly or indirectly, can find benefit in being in each otherâs orbits driveways, taco restaurants, tarmac, in an image-conscious culture ravenous for juicy content just like this.
One of the pair has received a decidedly more positive boost from it.
The other, not so much, perhaps by design.
He may have extremely valid reasons for wanting to promote that particular âdouchebagâ image, if he really is willingly participating in what appears to be yet another PR romance. His handlers and PR team probably assume that he must do this in order to continue to level up in Hollywood as the next Leonardo DiCaprio. And they are probably right, given the current wave of puritanical bigotry in the USA and elsewhere in the world. There is far too much money riding on the success of his next three potentially blockbuster projects and too many people with a vested interest in his success for them to allow his image to be seen as anything other than ânormalâ in order to appeal to the mainstream sensibilities of a global audience. His own ambitions most likely make it impossible to refuse.
Canât knock the hustle. âšððºð»âš And both of them are hustlers. Maybe thatâs what they have in common.
If this were truly an authentic romance, we already know that all they would need to do to keep it private is to KEEP IT PRIVATE: Say nothing to the press, donât call the paparazzi to meet you in the parking lot, donât alert the media at all. They both have the means and resources to disappear from public view whenever they want, if they really wanted to do that. Itâs not a requirement to begin a new relationship with a press release, not even for celebrities.
And yet here we are, a love story loudly announced in a tale of two cars, maybe three, long driveways but park at the bottom where everyone can see, and taco dates with paparazzi who take photos but only with his wingman.
A story which has made it abundantly clear that at least one of them wants to
MAKE SURE EVERYONE NOTICES their super-duper-uber-private budding romance ðð®â£ïžð®ð
Iâm not entirely convinced that heâs even an active participant in all of this, TBH. Many of the details thus far donât add up to much of anything except a lot of black cars being shuffled around in his driveway published by the trash gossip press with sensationalist headlines and articles intended to plant the idea in the minds of those who want to believe it or need to know itâs happening.
For reasons.
And all of this accomplished without a single decent photo as concrete evidence of this alleged romance between two people famously well-versed in the art of the selfie in the golden age of Instagram.
Not even a fan photo or one âleakedâ by their team. Nothing, except some extraordinarily grainy outdoor shots in someoneâs backyard where the only easily identifiable person is Kylie Jenner and only because of her unusual proportions, in a town teeming with Teemo lookalikes who would happily stand in for the real thing for nothing but the chance to say they did it.
The Devil works hard but Kris Jenner works harder.
Seeing might be believing, but only if we can actually see what weâre seeing.
Thanks for your comment. ð€ð¥ðžðªð«€ð€·ð»ââïž
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3hrs left in the car ride and ive had 20oz coffee, ~10oz soda, 33oz water and starting on another 17oz water now. not feeling much but i just finished the coffee and 16oz water like 5 mins ago so hopefully will be hitting soon :3
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did you make it honey? or did you have a big accident all over the car seat hm?
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ðanon u sexy motherfucker
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Unlikely, but let's try it! I'm looking to see if anyone wants to write the Lightning Mcqueen to my Doc Hudson or vice versa from Cars in a human AU! I'm 26 years old, and I write on discord. I consider my literacy level to be semi lit! Give this a like and I'll send ya a DM! ððð
give a like and anon will get back to you
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stay sigma!
DID YOU JUST SEND ME EVERY SINGLE EMOJI IN ORDER IM FUCKING CRYING OH MY GOD
i DID post mandarin wars anons fic!! well⊠the first chapter at least ð I REALLY HOPE THEYâRE ABLE TO SEE IT
and iâll get to yours at some point donât worry man, it just may not be a while i have school starting up soon (boooo)
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sev, have u seen the new arlecchino teaser? when she steps on the dudeâs head.,..,. i never wanted to bow down underneath someone so bad. AND THAT ANGLE TOO!? she is all covered up but her boobs and thighs look so beautiful..,,. i wanted to hold and suck on them so bad ð§ð»ââïžgenshin knew what they were doing with that perspective ð
also can i be ð©ââ€ïžâðâð© anon? not sure if that emoji is taken
HELLO anonnie yes i have seen the trailer andâŠâŠâŠ. for once i am not horny ððð i am just Feeling too many things likeâŠâŠ.. she cares so much. she cares so fucking much but she doesnât even let herself admit that she does. âcold and unfeeling fatherâ BUT SHE FEELS. SHE FEELS SO MUCH. there was rage in her eyes when she killed that noble and rightly so, and there was sorrow in her voice when she said her final farewell to her child. she cares, she loves, and i just want to hold her face and kiss her and tell her sheâs deserving it just as much if not more.
iâm just. im so soggy about her rn i fear i cannot produce anything horny for now gamers ððð my sincerest apologies
also yes you can be ð©ââ€ïžâðâð© anon !! welcome~
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im gonna touch you back
-Anon
Buddy, youâve made a big mistakeâŒïžbecause when I show upðð¶âð«ïžat your doorðª spread your butt cheeksðand get on the floorð cuz ur done for ðð
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