#c: jq

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maybe i’m just delusional (always a possibility) but i feel like jq could’ve done a way better job of playing willy wonka that timothée chalamet… like we’ve seen him play ralph, we’re about to watch him play his most morally questionable character yet. he could’ve totally captured the whimsical, unhinged, murderous essence of willy wonka. whereas ole timmy tim seemingly plays the most straight man (in the comedic sense) version of willy wonka i have ever seen in my life. in the words of jade thirlwall:

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JQ has come down with a sniffley cold. Unfortunately all his sniffling keeps making him sneeze much to his embarrassment. His partner (writers choice) brings him tea and catches his sneezes for him

Decided to go for some domestic JCB/JQ for this one! Thank you for sending! 🤍KB

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When Jamie arrived home from some press, the last thing he expected to see was Joseph in the kitchen. Today marked day three of this wicked cold his partner had managed to pick up and quite honestly, Jamie had expected him to be in bed or on the couch.

Yet here was Joe, in pajama bottoms and a jumper, seemingly waiting for the kettle to boil. The steam had loosened some of the stubborn congestion and made his nose start to run, watery sniffles only further provoking the tickle.

Without bothering to cover, he turned to the side sneezing at the ground.

“Hh- h’EKSHt! snf SNFF iiKSHiew!”

“Bless you, love.” Jamie hugged the younger man from behind, “Still feeling poorly?”

Joe dragged his hand along the underside of his nose, leaving a wet sheen. “Feel pretty shit, yeah.”

Jamie eyed the kettle and the empty mug waiting on the counter. “Why don’t you go lie down? I can make your tea.”

“Okay.” As Joe sulked off to the couch, he pitched forward with a wet sneeze, “Heh’iiKSHiew! Snlrff”

“Cover those sneezes, mate!” Jamie teased from the kitchen.

“Sorry…”

The couch was amazing. It felt good to just not move. He made himself comfortable and a few minutes later, Jamie walked in with a mug of tea.

“There you are, Joseph.” Jamie smiled, setting the mug down on the coffee table and sitting next to his partner, pulling him close.

“snf thehhh SNF thanks jhh Jamie…”

Jamie saw where this was going. Joe was going to sneeze and since he wasn’t great at covering, it would probably end up on him. In anticipation, Jamie quickly plucked a few tissues from the table and held them up to Joe’s face.

The younger man, still leaning against Jamie, was fighting against the urge to sneeze. His pink nostrils were flaring and his eyes were already fluttering shut. Jamie held the tissues as Joe leaned into them.

“T’sSCHuu! ehKSHU! … HIH’eKSHTiew!”

The tissue was warm in Jamie’s hand as he pinched away any meds and wiped at the underside of Joe’s nose. It would seem his attempts to avoid this cold were futile.

He sighed slightly, kissing Joe’s forehead. “Bless you, Joseph.”

With that, Jamie got up to go wash his hands and hope for the best.

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Any recommendations for the following fics:

Joseph Quinn/Jamie Campbell Bower

JQ/reader

JCB/reader

JCB/JQ/reader

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[wardlow]

Their asses AND thighs. They’re not Street legal…. 😂

k y’all who’s writing the fic

[corrodedcoffincumslut]

Be My Druidess - Eddie Munson X Fem-reader

AU 90’s Eddie & Fem- Reader (mostly referred to affectionately as Kitten, no use of Y/N). Eddie takes girlfriend (reader) go to watch your favourite band, Type O Negative in concert. You get too excited and do something impulsive, it drives Eddie crazy with jealousy causing him to get very possessive, needing to show everyone you're his girl.

Warnings- SMUT - Over 18’s ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! M-F (P in V) unprotected, cream pie, fingering, Squirting, Dom! Eddie & Sub! Reader, Mean! Eddie, Possessive! Eddie, Jealous! Eddie, (slight) Degrading, (slight) Humiliation, Orgasm Denial, Public Exposure, Public sex, Choking, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of reader being Bratty, Drug & Alcohol use Eddie & Reader (Weed & Beer). Reader has nipple piercings. Eddie has a PA piercing.

Word count- 3.8K

Authors Note-Sorry this took so long to write and post after I hinted it all those months ago. Life got crazy like it does sometimes so apologies. Also I met our man JQ and it spurred me on to finish it at 2:30am the day after I met him.

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Eddie had got you tickets to your favourite band tour for your birthday, Type O Negative. The dark grunge, gothic, sexual undertones igniting a fire in you as soon as you heard the sultry tones of Peter Steele's deep, gravely voice. Only encouraged by how attracted you were to him. Hugely tall stature, gloomy outlook, long black silken hair, muscular frame and known openly for his eagerness to please the women he chose to pleasure, to serve. Topped off with the rumours of his huge cock, you were completely sold. You begged Eddie to get you both tickets for months, and he’d surprised you, a week before the gig. Stubs now in his hands, after driving to the city after a long shift at the garage on the release date to queue in the rain, all to surprise you. To see your pretty ruby lips fall open in awe, he could see the hearts appear in your eyes already.

Excited, you dressed to impress. Numerous guys keep staring at you in your skimpy outfit. Eddie is more than proud to show you off as his girl. At the end of the day you’re a hot goth/alt chick and it made the guys drool. You wore your best band shirt, cut up to show more cleavage than should be legally allowed in public, a pvc skater skirt and your new demonic platforms, torn fishnet stockings held up by a black suspender belt.

Eddie knows you’re crushing hard on the lead singer and can tell you're getting horny and turned on, fidgeting as they’re run onto the stage. Eddie lifts you into his broad, strong shoulders for a better view when they play the intro to your favourite song, “Be my Druidess”. As the drum beat kicks in, Eddie starts to bounce up and down causing a criminally delicious friction across the crotch of your thong. The back of Eddie’s neck bumping your clit on every bounce to the beat.

Your thighs start to clench and Eddie notices, your pussy throbbing, he can probably feel your pounding heartbeat through your core down his spine. His hands grip your shins as you feel your sweetness seep through the thin fabric of your panties onto his neck. Hands tight, fingers clasping his hair, his skull to keep you grounded.

Peter Steele notices you and points you out in the crowd, the eye contact alone causing you to fall over the edge into euphoric bliss. Feeling high, impulsive and incredibly horny, all amplified by sharing a few joints with Eddie on the ride to the venue. You flash your bare chest to the stage (after deciding on going braless earlier, something Eddie loved). Showing everyone your perfect supple tits, shiney metal bars catching the stage lights, glistening in the darkness like stars. The erotic image of your bare chest and nipple piercings projected on the massive screens on either the side of the stage for all to see. The band loves it. Peter loves it more. The crowd loves it even more, a hurricane of cheers roars up from the audience. Eddie hates it.

Your cheeks flush red with a blush, caught up in the scandal, all eyes in the room falling on you. The man beneath you is furious. Jealous twists in his stomach, ripping through him uncontrollably sweeping his mind into frenzy. He squeezes your shins in a claw-like grip, fuelled by the envy of everyone’s eyes on you. Admiring the curves of your womanly shape, his Venus incarnate. Aphrodite in the flesh. To him you were his goddess. Your exquisite body was his to worship only! The soft slopes of your breast, the ample curves of your hips that were now on show to the world, or what felt like the world crammed into the tiny venue. What started out as a playful tease quickly became his own personal hell. Hazy headed and caught up in the moment with your inhibitions low, but the repercussions of your actions had become a harrowing punishment you were going to find out. He ripped you down from his shoulders and back on your feet, landing to look him square in the face. His usually soft chocolate brown eyes, swallowed by huge ebony irises, full of anger. The green-eyed monster inside shining through the deep black.

“They can look, but they can’t touch Baby… I’m only yours” you muttered with a kiss to his chapped bitten lips, trying to save yourself from the consequences of your earlier actions. No softness was returned, the same stare locked on your eyes. A sick deprived thought pops into his mind.

“Princess” he growled in your face. Your eyes locked in fear. “You’re right, you are MINE. And you belong to ME. And I think I need to remind you of this. So you’re gonna watch this shitty band you love so much and you’re gonna cum on my fingers while they watch… While they ALL watch” Eddie whispers in your ear, lips and teeth biting the shell. You stand there frozen, unable to move. Slack jawed, eyes wide with fear, your core getting slicker with every word Eddie huffs out. You’d never seen this side of Eddie before, sure he’d gotten moody at a bar if some guy got a little too close for comfort. But a few choice words, mostly consisting ending with a “fuck off” and a swift middle finger in their direction. Then once they’d left he was golden, but this was different. A possessive darkness had overcome him and you couldn’t help but love how it made you feel. Wanted. Owned. HIS.

Eddie’s deft hands turn you back to face the stage, your back pushed flush to his lean chest. Eddie’s left hand holds your chin, forcing your face forward in shame, directly at the object of your desire. His right hand snakes down your chest over your soft stomach, drawing linguine patterns across your goose pimpled skin, before dripping down over your barely clothed soaked cunt. “Actually, bad girls get punished. Maybe I won’t let you cum at all, maybe I’ll edge you till you beg. Beg for MY cock to put you out of your pathetic misery. All whiny…needy. ‘Till you cry those big crocodile tears cause your little cunt aches, ‘cause you know I’m the ONLY one who can make you CUM. Make YOU feel that GOOD. Fucked out and cockdrunk. ALL. FOR. ME. YOUR Daddy”. Heat pools in your sopping cunt, thighs sticky from your sweet nectar, leaking through your tiny thong.

Calloused fingers run agonising circles over your swollen bud through the thin fabric of your thong for what feels like an eternity. Before pushing the flimsy material aside to meet your drenched pussy. Sliding his fingers through your folds a few times spreading your slick from your entrance up to your pulsing clit. Dipping his middle finger in your dripping entrance, he groaned in pleasure at just how wet you were, Your soft gummy walls sucking him in. Stretching your hole he pushed a second finger in and began thrusting them in and out, caressing that special spot only he could reach.

Gasps fell from your open mouth, lost in the crowd of screams and bass filling the venue. Your eyes screwed shut with every pass of Eddie’s nimble fingers surging you towards your ultimate high. Feeling your pussy walls starting to clench and contract as you approached nirvana. Moments from release, Eddie’s touch left you completely. Edging you just he promised.

Your eyes shoot open as you lose your euphoria, eyes landing back on the stage. “Please, Eddie.I wanna cum so bad” you whine.

“I told you, Kitten. Only good girls get to cum. And you’ve been far from good.” Eddie smirked in your ear. Sliding his finger back into your soaked folds, back up to your tingling bundle of nerves. Again feverish chills ran through your body, as Eddie mercilessly rubbed tight circles over your throbbing clit with his thumb and his thick fingers fucked up into your tight hole.

Tears welled in your glassy eyes as the bolts of lightning pleasure shot through you,whimpering trying your hardest to obey. Your hearing started to faze out as your only focus was to hold back your orgasm from overtaking you. Your body started to twitch as the feeling became too much. Your abused cunt spasming around Eddie’s cruel rapid thrusts. Gasping for air, your vision started to white out. Unable to hold back any longer you flung your head back into the crook of Eddie’s shoulder as cum gushed out your pulsating cunt. Incoherent apologies fell from your mouth as your cum ran down your thighs. “Mmmmm… Sssorry, I’m…Mmmm…Sorry, Daddy… Mmmm…couldn’t hold it any longer. It’s too gggooooddd” your moans gasped out. Breathless you panted, fucked out in the middle of the crowd. Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, standing shamefully in a puddle of your own nectar. Eddie cruelly laughed into your ear.

“Told you weren’t allowed to cum, Kitten. You’ve made such a mess on yourself and Daddy’s fingers'' Eddie teased, the prominent hard bulge digging into your ass and he curled himself around your slight frame. Removing his hand from your mound, he brought them up to your mouth. “SUCK”. It was a simple instruction and you immediately obeyed, not wanting to annoy Eddie further. Eddie pushed his fingers far into your wet mouth, your tongue wrapping around the thick probes. “Mmmm.. thank you Daddy” you whimpered. “Tastes so sweet”. “Yeah, you do Kitten, give Daddy a taste” Your hand instantly slipped downward and into the front of your drenched panties.

Swirling your nibble fingers around your wet folds collecting your slick. Once sufficiently soaked in your juices, you drew them to Eddie's waiting lips. Pushing them through the threshold onto his pierced tongue. Feeling the metal bar under your fingertips, reminding you of the sinful memories of it pressed on your core, causing another shudder down your spine. “Mmmmm Princess, you are especially sweet tonight. Is this ‘cause Daddy’s being mean to his Kitten?” Eddie cooed, licking and sucking the cum from your fingers. You nodded in response, mouth agape with lust, eyes lost in Eddie’s blown out obsidian pupils.

Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled towards the back of the venue, fighting against the waves of people surging towards the stage. Hand gripped tight in his, interlocking fingers forcing you along. Landing at the back corner of the venue, Eddie forcefully pushed you against the wall. “Need you Kitten. NEED you NOW” Eddie growled through gritted teeth. Hiking you up and onto his thighs, your legs naturally wrapped around his waist, ankles locking, your pressed back supported against the rough of the stone wall.

Impatiently he unbuckled his belt, the metal clanking being drowned out by the bass reverting off the walls. Popping the button of his dark jeans and pulling his zipper down, exposing the very angry tent in the front of his charcoal grey boxers. A wet stain of pre-cum teasing what was waiting inside. Looking down where your bodies met, you bit your lip in anticipation as Eddie freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. “Sooo pretty Eddie” your open mouth moaned, biting your lip, almost drooling at the sight. Eddie was BIG. And THICK. At least eight inches of a beautiful pale porcelain pink, ridged with a prominent vein running on the side, the head a deliciously mauve colour. The slit dribbling with precum adorned with a ring through the end. Your favourite piercing of his for sure, his PA. Licking your lips, you reach down between your bodies to grip Eddie’s cock. A harsh slap handed on your hand batting you away from the object of your desires. “No. You don’t get to play. To decide. This is for me, cause you’re MINE. And you need putting in your fucking place. Silly Kitten forgetting who she BELONGS too.”

Pushing your thong to the side Eddie rutted ruthlessly into your tight wet cunt. Giving you no time to adjust. The action stole the breath from your chest. Stunned you took what Eddie gave you. Hard thrusts from his sharp hips into the plush fat of your thighs setting a relentless pace. Every stab with his cock, took more air from your lungs. Your head started to drown in pleasure. Overwhelmed senses, your skin felt on fire, ears ringing from the deep bass, vision blacking out with every pass of Eddie’s hard cock against the spongy spot inside. The metal ring gliding furiously against your g-spot. Quivering in Eddie’s arms, your thoughts consumed by him. Only him. He was the sun to your moon, heaven to your hell, devil to your angel. And you were HIS. Your love is an engulfing black hole. He’d sucked you inside with no escape. And you were perfectly okay with your fate.

Dragging you back into reality, Eddie’s calloused fingers wrapped around your throat, light pressure squeezed at the sides. Your breath hitched in your throat as the blood restricted under Eddie’s fingers. Your eyes closed as you succumbed to the ethereal bliss. Dizzy and lightheaded the fire inside your cunt burned even hotter. White hot sparks fizzing inside. Pushing you ever close to the edge.

Incoherent words between throaty gasps and moans poured from your lips, Eddie’s eyes fixed down where you met as you fell apart above. You buried your head in the crook of Eddie’s neck. Swallowing his the smell- tobacco, leather and spice cologne, an underlying hint of weed mixed with his apple shampoo that lingered in his hair and the most enthralling of all, Eddie’s natural musk, his sweat. You licked a stripe up the column of Eddie’s neck, lost in the subspace you’d fallen into. Eddie groaned in satisfaction. “Yours Eddie. I’m YOURS Eddie” you mumbled back into his solid, thick neck.

“Yeah, that’s right Kitten. You’re mine and you make me feel so good. Do you feel good? Is Daddy making you feel good?” Eddie breathlessly panted back. “Mmmm yes Daddy, feels so good. Daddy always makes me feel so good, always takes care of me.” you moaned back between breaths.

“Always Kitten” Eddie’s gaze softened slightly, his usual loving self crawling back through the darkness that had clouded his mind. That award winning smile creeping back onto his lips. The curtain of Eddie’s hair that shut out the world fell forward as your lips locked in passion. Messy and chaotic, teeth bashing, misjudged lip alignment, tongues battling for dominance. Burying each other's groans and breaths. Your hands clawed at Eddie’s sturdy shoulders and thick neck, begging for contact, gripping tight with a need to be even closer.

The coil in your stomach, still tightening evermore. Fanning the flames that licked your insides, burning hot lighting the fuses of the fireworks held in your core. All the time Eddie’s thrusts never faulted, determined on hunting both of your pleasure. Engulfing passion overcoming your bodies, as the only things that existed in this moment were you two. Ignoring the noise of the crowd, the heat of the venue, and the very compromising position you were in. Gasping for air, Eddie broke your intense kiss. “I’m close Kitten, need you to cum again for me. Need you to soak my cock. Claim what’s YOURS. Show everyone here I’M YOURS and YOU'RE MINE.” Eddie’s words whipped you back to this realm. Your toes curled in your boots, as Eddie’s fingers found your swollen bud once again. “Hmmm Eddie, make me cum, wanna cum again for you Daddy, wanna soak your pretty cock” you nodded back, glassy eyes like pearls. Eddie’s finger worked tirelessly rubbing hard figures of eight on your clit, using your own release to slicken the friction.

Edging you closer and closer to the edge, your heart pounded in your chest, your hearing dulled from the sound thumping inside, as the squelch between you two intensified. “Mmmmm…Gonna…cum Ed’s” you hummed, which was all the warning you could give as you began to plummet into the depths of your orgasm. The flames licked higher inside your stomach, consuming your body and soul. As you cried hot tears spilling out your eyes, down your damp cheeks, knocking your head back onto the wall behind in ecstasy. If it wasn’t for the blinding pleasure consuming you, you would have been concerned of how hard your head hit the wall behind, fearing a concussion. But in this moment only one thing mattered, Eddie Munson.

Cum gushed from your abused cunt, squirting down, soaking Eddie’s strong hairy thighs. The intensity of your orgasm wetting Eddie’s boxers and jeans impatiently sitting on his mid-thigh, ruched up under your ass. Your back arched against the roughness of the wall behind you, scratching the smooth skin, snagging the threads of your shirt. Your hands shot to Eddie’s messy curls, tugging at the root, grounding you once again, as you felt yourself float away in ultimate pleasure.

“Yes, that’s it Kitten” Eddie ecstatically cooed. “Look at you…so precious, making a mess of me. So sloppy, claiming my cock as yours”.

“Mmm…Eddie, All for you. Love you Daddy” you whimpered. Tears still falling from your wet doe eyes.

Eddie’s punching hips started to waver, as he started creeping closer to his own release. Chasing the feeling, his thrust began erratic and harder, sinking deeper into your slippy, warm, wet cunt. After a few more earth shattering thrusts Eddie groaned, “Gonna cum inside Kitten, Breed this pretty pussy. Gonna ruin you for every other man. Fuck your were made for me. Leave you with my cum dripping out this perfect pussy. Fuck a baby in you. Make you mine forever. Would you like that Kitten, make your belly all swollen with my baby. You’ll look so beautiful carrying our baby. My beautiful baby momma, wanna make you my wifey. Start raising the next generation of mini Munson’s. Fuck baby, I love you so much.”

Lost in his own pleasure his inner secret desires flooding out. And with that image cemented in his brain, Eddie came hard. His hot creamy white seed, coating your podgy warm walls. Eddie kept fucking your quivering pussy, with each thrust contracting, milking his cock until it became too sensitive for Eddie to stand. Pulling his softening cock out of your abused hole, his cum dribbling out as he’d described.

Eddie lowered you to your feet, pushing your panties back over your dipping pussy, trapping his cum inside, pooling in the small cotton gusset. “Gonna keep that inside for me Kitten, if you’re good maybe I’ll fuck another load inside you when we get home.” Standing you on shaking legs, he supported you until you could confidently stand yourself. Stuffing himself back inside his drench boxers and fastening his uncomfortably damp jeans. “Jesus Christ Kitten, what was that flood? Like a fucking tsunami on my jeans” he chuckled, eyes meeting yours. Your cheeks blushed with embarrassment.

“Sorry Ed’s” you squeaked face heated with humiliation. “I didn’t mean to make such a mess… I don’t know what… how… it happened”. Your timid voice squeaked, embarrassed for the soaked wet mess staining Eddie’s dark jean clad thighs.

“T’is okay Kitten, it’s more than okay! That was fucking hot!.. You’re so fucking hot sweetheart!.. I love you so much, Kitten” Eddie gushed,punctuated with hasty kisses. You both still pressed to the safe haven of the wall. “I love you too Eddie, sorry I made you angry” your voice dropping quieter on every word, shame filling your flushed face, tears welling in your eyes at the thought of Eddie’s anger earlier directed at you. As much as it excited you, it also terrified you.

“Hey, hey Kitten” Eddie’s hands grasped your cheeks. Large palms swallowing the sides of your face. “No, I’m sorry. I should of never done that to you. I just got so consumed by the thoughts of all these people seeing you, but I know it’s your body and your choice what you do with it. I’m just so glad it’s me you decide to share it with. I guess this shit music, kinda made me feral too. I think get why you’re always trying to blast it out in the van!” A wicked smile creeping over Eddie’s lips. “How about I grab us some beers and we finish watching the gig. They’ve still gotta play “Love you to death” and I know you know the subtext behind that song, then after I guess we can act that out back home…that is if you can stand?” A quirked eyebrow and another giggle rippled through his chest, a soft kiss landing in your lips.

“Make it two beers each and you’ve got yourself a deal, Munson” you counted. “But remember, they can look but they can’t touch, baby. That’s only for you Daddy, I’m yours and your mine. Don’t ever forget it”. Your finger bopped his nose playfully, lips meeting again.

Spinning on his heels, Eddie practically ran to the bar, wallet in hand, leaving you smiling to yourself. The memory of your beautiful goofball boyfriend, his devilishly handsome face, he was your everything. Him making his pussy drunk confession of his inner desires to make you his forever. This was definitely a gig you’d never forget, and for all the right reasons.

Eddie returned to you moments later, beers in hand as promised. “Come on Kitten, let’s get you back to the front, before I fuck you raw against that wall again. ‘Cause I don’t know if these jeans or your panties can take another soaking like that. God you’re so beautiful, I never want to be apart from you. My Druidess, you’ve definitely cast me under your wicked spell… not that I’m complaining. I’ll serve you for as long as you'll have me, Sweetheart”. Eddie's eyes boring into yours full of want and adoration, a love in which you thrived in.

“You better be joking Kitten, I told you I wanted you to keep my cum inside, that’s gonna be pretty hard to do then when it’s dripping down your legs. And I don’t think you want to disobey me again…so I’d say if those panties are being thrown anywhere tonight, it better be over my rear view mirror with the last pair, from when you bratted out and tried to defy me… I may be under your spell, Princess, but I’m still your Daddy. And what Daddy says goes, or have you forgotten that and need reminding again?” Eddie’s warning whispered in your ear, his hot breath pricking up the tiny hairs on your neck, his hand now clamped back between your legs over your barely clothed, soaked, raw cunt. Your spine jolted you back upright, shook.

“No Daddy” was your only response.

“Good girl”

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[simpforbutchwomen]

Can i request Junker queen sfw alphabet? :3

Sfw Alphabet for JQ

//I love this woman ;-;

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

She's very affectionate. She learned the hard way to show your loved ones as much as possible before they are gone.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She's that one friend who does and says dumb shit all of the time. She's extremely fun to drink with because you never know what's going to come out of that loud mouth of hers. She appreciates you sticking around despite it. The two of you became friends presumably by just having similar interests. Music, clothing etc. You can take her jokes without being offended, she likes that.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She likes having you laying on her chest or spooning you. On her rougher days she likes to fall asleep with her head in your lap as you twirl and play with her hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She doesn't know if she ever wants to settle down. She does know however that she wants to spend the rest of her life getting into trouble with you. As for cooking and cleaning its a bit of a bust. She's not great at either. She can be a bit dirty. Her cooking skills are okay at best, she eats some crazy shit. Being without for so long you come up with crazy meals to eat. Unconventional, but its still food.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I doubt she ever would, it would have to be you to break it off. Wouldn't end the greatest. A lot of crying and anger would come out on her end. Not a pretty picture to paint.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

When the time is right she would be the one to propose. The thought of you being by her side forever gives her comfort. Odessa looks for stability and consistency in many things, a relationship being one of the major ones.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

She's a tough one to crack. She is physically strong and struggles with being gentle, overtime becoming better about it. Emotionally is a roller coaster. She can listen to your grievances all day but doesn't bring up her own until much much later into the relationship. It hurts her too badly.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Odessa adores hugs. She gives big bear hugs, lifting you off the ground and nearly breaking your spine. Physical affection is something she's keen on.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She shows her love to you quicker than she says it. It's a hard word to say for her at first. That connection she craves oh so deeply, but to openly say it is terrifying.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She's a bit problematic with how jealous she is. She crosses boundaries on occasion and has to work to learn to let it go. She goes with you everywhere and will borderline assault someone if they stare at you for too long. All to many people have been cut by her knife.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The first time she kissed you was after a bar fight. All the adrenalin was overwhelming. Safe to say you were slammed against a wall and kissed hard. The gets intense with her kisses most of the time. Full tongue. She does like it when you give her soft kisses on her shoulder, its sweet. For you? She will kiss you anywhere and leave a mark.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She adores children. They are a fresh start, uncorrupted by the world. She want's them to have a better life than she had. Once they grow up that's a different story.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Not a morning person per say. She's the type to stay up late and sleep in. When she does arise she's a bit of a grouch.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

She loves the night time. All of the stars in the sky are just so beautiful to her. She likes taking you outside to star gaze with her. I like to think she struggles with insomnia. Some nights she will come to bed, others she won't bother.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Slow reveal of her past, or at least what really happened in her past. She will talk about all the people she's fought or her wild adventures in the outback proudly. Other things wont follow until much later.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She has no patience. She has the patience of a child waiting to open their Christmas present. When she want's something she wants it in that exact moment. She tends to get angry rather quickly because of it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

It's a mix of both. She remembers important details such as your favorite color, animal, food etc. but if asked what color your eyes are, she will blank.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you kissed her the first time. You were bold about it to say the least. (I might write a fic about this later).

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Over the top protective. If she had her way no one would look at you. God help any soul that hurts you in anyway. She's not one to make angry.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She goes a little crazy with it. Your first date is cheesy as hell, candle lit dinner with the fanciest table cloth she can find draped around whatever she's using as a table that night. She does her best to make you happy.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Her anger is a big one. She's hot headed. I imagine she's also a smoker too. She's got a lot of things to work on.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She's vain in the sense of she needs her appearance to be perfect for her. She doesn't care about anyone else's opinions. Odessa can go a little overboard on exercise a lot of the time, but hey, she needs to be in shape for when the next fool comes in thinking they can take the crown from her. "When she is bad, she is fucking gorgeous."

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Her life long plans originally never involved a partner, never thought she needed one. Now that she has you she can't imagine a life without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Au version of her I feel would really love bands like Otep , Korn, Rob Zombie etc. (this is me admitting I have a playlist for her ;-;)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

NOOO neat freaks. You would hate her and she would hate you. She likes her trash pile. She also wouldn't be too fond of people who didn't have an alt style about them. A little picky.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Never sleeps at the same time every night. When she does fall asleep she sleeps hard. Nightmares are typically what wakes her.

[thehauntedrocket]

Vintage Record And Book Set - JQ (Johnny Quest) (c.1960's) (Japanese)

[overwatchfics]

Hi! can i request junkerqueen sfw and nsfw alphabet? i love ur work! 🫶🏼

Junkerqueen NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Two people requested nsfw alpha for JQ so knocked 2 birds out with one stone!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She glasses of water is already by the bed, she pulls you into her arms and big spoons you, her body keeps you warm on the cold Junker Town nights.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Of herself, she likes her abbs, she catches you staring at them a lot and will flex them to see your reaction. On you? She likes your shoulder, that's her favorite place to leave bites, the skin is so smooth there.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Does not care to get messy, but she isn't obsessed with it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Brings Gracie into the bedroom and loves to use it to cut your clothes and maybe some slight knife-play on freakier nights.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Has fucked around in the wasteland a bit before becoming the Junker Queen/ She has an idea of what she's doing

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lap sex, on her throne, you above her. Hands down. If she's feeling more romantic, she'll have you on her lap in bed with her sitting up, leaving kisses along your shoulder and neck.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Capable of being goofy in bed, but not a whole lot.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Up to you reader, but I personally see JQ as a woman who has full body hair and it's so hot.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

At time's she fucks just to fuck but can get very romantic if the moment calls for it. lots of hand holding and neck kissing (no biting)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Has a relatively low sex drive, doesn't really do it

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage, throne sex (when perfectly alone), knife play, and biting

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Either the bedroom or the throne room (maybe the bath)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You being soft with her. No one has ever been soft or sweet with her in her life and she gets this carnal possessive attitude that she must protect you, make you hers, convince you that she is yours.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No degradation, you are her world. No sadism, and nothing that would restrain her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Doesn't mind receiving it, though she loves giving it. She's very good with her mouth/

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, she likes to take her time, savors every moment as she never knows what tomorrow brings.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not big on them, but if you want to, she'll accommodate you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not big, she wants to keep you safe so anything risky is out of bounds.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

A long time, this woman has a ton of stamina. Can last for hours, as she was a cage fighter in the wasteland her endurance is crazy good.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Just a strap on, and maybe a butt-plug

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Only when she wants to see you ask for it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud at all, maybe some panting and grunting.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Her seeing you with her crown on your head really gets her going in no other way possible.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

C'mon she's a beef cake

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high at all, couple times a month

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very quickly unless she's got some post-sex thoughts.

[mermaidsirennikita]

I started historical romance with the older books, they are so good or at least for me they are and I have trouble finding HR from thsi years that are actually as good as the older ones, I feel like the older romance heroes are more memorable and bolder

Imo, there are definitely historical romance authors currently writing in the subgenre who are doing it UP--S.M. LaViolette, Sarah MacLean, Joanna Shupe, Adriana Herrera, Cat Sebastian, KJ Charles-- come to mind, but a lot of those authors have been writing for a good while. So they have a brand, they don't need "break through" (though they have to fight against current tradpub trends, which is a formidable issue).

But for newer historical authors, there are very few being picked up, and I think that historicals are basically being left to apologize for the issues that are pervasive in the entire romance genre and always have been. And I don't know why this is, exactly--is it because there is a surface-level "reckoning" with history in tradpub?

(I say surface level because the vast majority of top execs are cis white men, so like, MMM? Are we reckoning when by and large women and people of color and most likely a lot of queer people can't get through the door to C-Suite, or at least can't get through as easily?)

Is it because a lot of people think of "old school" romance as bodice rippers (which are invariably historicals)? Which isn't true, by the way--there are tons of old school contemporaries. I own a good chunk. The big PNR boom of yore when authors like Kresley Cole and JR Ward were killing the game happened in the late 90s/early 2000s and into the late 2000s. Those books are like... getting on up there lol.

Personally, I don't think Bridgerton did historicals any favors--I think it did the opposite. Imo, many people were just minding their own business, not at all interested in reading historical romance, and then got into Bridgerton and got into fandom (in which everything is hyperbolic) and read the JQ books, and... yeah. I personally don't love a Julia Quinn book by and large; she's just not my style, though I do enjoy The Viscount Who Loved Me and When He Was Wicked.

BUT! Though I won't pretend that her older books are the most problematic books out in historical romance land... Yeah. A lot of the Bridgerton books haven't aged super well, and they're not necessarily what I'd recommend as baby's first historicals. If you have zero context and suddenly read these 20 year old books, which were written by someone who was, imo, not trying to like... push a lot of envelopes? At the time? Who did just want to write a sort of fluffy books about very cishet, very white people in pretty conservative relationships without a lot of thought towards things like gender, class...

I mean, look. I'm not particularly outraged by those books. I don't think they handled sensitive shit very well a lot of the time. The Duke and I just... is actually a pretty fun book until you get to the assault. And it's not even the existence of the assault for me, but just like--how it was written, the minute choices made, etc. So that's what the new Bton fans read first. Then they see Anthony bitch about Kate not wanting to have sex with him on the wedding night, they read about Benedict ignoring Sophie's resistance and pushing her even when she explains why she won't be his mistress, they read about Sir Philip having sex with Marina while she lays there crying, it's just... It's not the most shocking shit I've read by any means, but if you are someone who's never read HR and people tell you "this is what the gold standard is", then yeah. I can see why you'd assume the subgenre is trash. I don't think you SHOULD lol. I don't think anyone should dismiss an entire subgenre off of one thing. But that's the internet and that's fandom and it becomes a cult mentality where people are posting out of context screenshots and getting 30K likes or whatever.

So then you don't read historical romance, and you say "Books Bad", and EVERYTHING that the romance genre has grappled with a is still grappling with as a whole suddenly seems a lot bigger in historicals. Misogyny? Present in every subgenre. Consent issues? Oh, you bet. Racism or a lack of representation? Every subgenre. Homophobia and a lack of queer rep? Every subgenre. "But the dukes" okay but the billionaires.

And that is not to dismiss what is wrong with many historicals. But I say this to say that when I read a lot of older historicals... For one thing lol, there are many of them that honestly do age pretty well or were pretty progressive at the time, which is just the case for pretty much any subgenre. Not everything is going to be super problematic. But for another, even the ones that are imperfect and do need to be critiqued tend to have a fearlessness and vibrancy in just like... the plots. The writing. Everything is BIGGER.

I do kind of feel like there's a pressure on the current historical romanced space to make it like. Small scale. Not controversial. Contemporary but in ball gowns. Nothing offensive, but also nothing that seems intimidating to read--like these LaViolette books I've read that are super gothic (and indie pubbed lol) or these Gaelen Foley books where there's like a rebellion and a sea voyage and a swordfight and a kidnapping and relationship drama all in one book. That's too big, so let's put them in a ballroom, or let's have a plot where they recite second wave feminist treatise that are about and for white women, basically.

And it's a snake eating its own tail issue, because for all that a vocal online set may critique a subgenre for being Too Much, they won't read the books that are Too Little. And the people who aren't online go "that looks boring" and move on. A contemporary romance can exist with a small plot because it's supposed to be somewhat reflective of our lives, in a romanticized form. A historical becomes knockoff Jane Austen if it does that, and I don't think the audience for that is as big as tradpub thought, maybe?

So the subgenre conforms, and then people don't buy it, because some of them just dismiss these tamer books as bodice rippers because they think all historicals are. And some of them just aren't interested because they think it'll be boring.

So anyway, this was way too long a response, but that's some of why I think we are where we are with sort of milquetoast historicals. And there are authors doing the shit still, but I think it's harder for NEW people to do the shit.

In tradpub. That is.

[joe-moi]

if u survived the chrissy wake up era and the a era of the jq “fandom” you deserve a car simply because i have never fought the urge to argue with someone that bad

The urge to argue with people online is sooo high sometimes

you are entitled to financial compensation if you survived any or all of the following:

crissy wake up

Two con cancellations

first A pics

Italy vacation summer 2022

September 2022 (all the Twitter drama)

a in the band pics in someone’s house

gladiator casting

Rumors of him making out with an Italian girl at the party on the roof

second a pics

h c & v q

and essentially every con (especially Dallas June 2023)

[peppermintbuttlemon]

People using images of JQ in that period movie to get to know if he's well hung... guys, him in "Hoard" it's way better, in one scene he shows up in a freakin' speedo, a tiny underwear, and you can clearly see he's all balls and not much c*ck. He's a big balls guy and that's it 🤷🏻‍♀️

Man I hate balls. Hell is balls. Sodom and Gomorrah is balls. It’s just that guys don’t have much going for them and THEN balls are added on top of that??? Must women be beaten down at every turn?

But no bestie, he really do be having dick. It’s right there in that laying down pic. (RHYME)

But anyway someone send me the Hoard Joe panties scene. I gotta see this

[softsnzstuff]

Ask for prompt and you shall recieve.

Joe can't stop sneezing until he blows his nose but he's run out of tissues. He begs Jamie for a tissue or Jamie knows this and comes to his rescue with a handkerchief.

❤️ Bewitchedfeathers

~ Do not reblog to non-kink blogs ~

*****

“H’tssCHew!”

Joe’s sitting at his autograph table rubbing at his nose with the back of the hand holding the sharpie. He’d been dealing with this cold all week but only now was it interfering with things.

“Bless you.” His assistant for the day, Tiffany, offered.

“Thanks, T.” He sniffed thickly and then turned away once more. “Tssz’IEW!! Hhh iiKSHuhew!”

“And again.” She said.

Joe sighed, reaching for a tissue only to find that he’d gone through the box and it was empty.

“Shit…” he mumbled. “Can you check if Jamie’s got any more at his table by chance?”

“Sure!” Tiffany popped up and jogged a few tables over.

She came up behind the older man, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder to get his attention. She leaned down and whispered the question.

“Classic Joseph.” Jamie chuckled, “He won’t stop until he blows his nose, I’m afraid. Give me just a second, darling.”

After signing the next girl’s poster, he stood up promising to be “right back” to his own line of fans. He trotted over to Joseph’s table and pulled a travel pack of tissues out of his back pocket.

“Here you are, love. Go blow your nose.”

“K’tsCH!! Guhh thanks Jamie.”

[the-insomniac-emporium]

SWORDTEMBER '24, DAY 19: MAGNETIC

Item ID: JQ-2419 Item Name: Saber of Recall/Gauntlet of Recollection Category: B-5 Origin Point: Aldentium Maxus, Industrius Sector Owner: Morriette Winchest (C), Naomi Winchest (O) Description: A curved blade, single edged, paired with a single gauntlet. Attached to the gauntlet is a 1st place prize for a junior science fair. The blade is made from damascus steel, and is approximately 85 cm long with a 20 cm hilt. Wiry metal forms a guard around the front of the grip. Encasing the handle is a carbon fiber shell, fitted in place with golden rivets. Hidden beneath the shell are some sort of electronics, as well as a magnetic plate, activated by the paired gauntlet. The gauntlet can be adjusted to fit larger hands, but is designed for usage by a left-handed human or near-human. Although it provides light protection, the armor is primarily meant to house the technology for the item’s gimmick: A blade that the user can recall at will. As the FPA is not allowed to dismantle the item, we are unable to determine exactly how it functions, and must instead attempt to interpret the original owner’s explanation. For a detailed overview, including excerpts from the OO’s submission, see supplementary file JQ-2419-A. In summation: Intricate usage of electromagnetic fields pairs with item-specific radio waves to create powerful, heavily localized attraction, allowing the saber to be retrieved from up to 15 m. Furthermore, the user can activate a lesser form of the magnetic force to prevent the blade from being separated from the gauntlet. Acting Supervisor’s Notes: Hold up… this was somebody’s SCIENCE FAIR PROJECT? Guess the Winchest family is filled with technological troublemakers. Geniuses, admittedly, but the kind that tend to do more harm than good, in the end. Here’s hoping that the next generation learns from the mistakes of their father.

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Technically, Supervisors (acting or otherwise) at the FPA don’t normally get involved with the routine testing of confiscated items. At most, they supervise the testing of particularly dangerous materials. Some of the previous supervisors have had specializations, such as a background in biochemicals, that led to them occasionally getting more hands-on with testing that involved their field of expertise. For Cynthia, it’s literally her hands that have allowed her to test today’s item.

Of all of the 13 employees at this branch who can technically wear the gauntlet, she’s the only one with a dominant left hand.

After watching one of her employees fumble around for a bit too long, she offered to step in, and was quickly ushered to the locker room to don the appropriate attire. Now she’s back in the WTC (Weapon Testing Center), facing off against everyone’s favorite sparring partner: A scrawny looking automaton affectionately referred to as JAXSON, official designation J4-X50. The metal lad is more than happy to pull their metaphorical punches, their programming preventing them from actually hurting anyone, but it certainly feels like a real match to Cynthia.

It’s after two minutes of sword fighting that JAXSON finally makes a move that would have killed her in an actual fight. As it is, the capped tip of their blade stops a centimeter away from her throat. A beat passes. JAXSON pulls away their weapon, stands perfectly straight, and gives a bow before returning to standby mode. In an instant there’s awkward, scattered clapping from the observation deck above, from the handful of employees that were watching the match. The sound snaps Cynthia out of her post-adrenaline haze, her eyes shooting up to her audience.

Their reaction confuses her, at first. Then she remembers that she’s the only employee here with any formal melee training- at least when it comes to blades- and suddenly it clicks that she must have put on quite the show. Were her skills really that impressive? Compared to either Naomi or Yusuke, she hardly feels like anything other than a complete novice. But to a group like this?... Well, she supposes it feels like a nice enough confidence boost, regardless of whether or not she has an actual talent.

A shame they were too distracted to record any data, though… guess she’s in for another demonstration.

[postsofbabel]

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[luckycharms1701]

*saunters into your inbox with more vibes to drop*

Howdy Hon, back at it again with some more vibes to consider. But first off, Broski, you don’t need to apologize for answering late. Being as fabulous as you are is a full time job. I get it.

If anything, I’m more surprised that you DID answer AND offered like really considerate thoughts to my songs. They made me laugh knowing I made you suffer along with me. And since you made me (and my bestie) suffer with your cutest little Raph fic, I’ve decided to return the favor. Again.

Please enjoy some of my very favorite Rise Raph coded songs and know that I appreciate you!🧡

https://open.spotify.com/track/1F1RktuW2b9bek6IA1prm2?si=u0nsL3mwRSqRltnj1xeX4A

This just…lowkey sounds like him to me? https://open.spotify.com/track/2SXx7Ofa79CeJfio98aJcG?si=dGl1KFOYSBGPK_Y8FBQ-jQ

ok ok ok listen listen. This song is weird I know, but like…Raph is actually a confident guy. Especially in his body. But not in the way you think. He knows what he can do and how strong he is. I think he only gets insecure when it comes to his body around other people. So imagine like this song after y’all have been together, you given him the green light, and he’s comfortable with his body AND you

https://open.spotify.com/track/0l876Z7CBDs9hmscnaXg95?si=c-R24sUtTAS790UY6obUSQ

https://open.spotify.com/track/5sp2ZYNA1EwmC6CA3CGxiq?si=7kSZSj5SS5O7pQP2o8pmyg

Raph. No explanation. Just…just Raph

Anyway, enjoy! Drink your water and know you are loved! Don’t stress yourself out with responses!

yessss more vibes! howdy anon-chan!

i do try to answer everything in my inbox, even if it takes me a (long, long, longggg) time. i know it takes courage to reach out to a stranger, even if it's anonymous!

hehe, i'm glad you and your bestie enjoyed my raph fic! he is a favorite of mine, you may have noticed 😝 i'm excited to hear your music for him!!

Perfect by Atlus

i can see why this sounds like him to you! raph, in all iterations, is particularly devoted to his loved ones. he would feel it keenly if his duties ever separated him from you for a long time, and he would be the one to reach out and tell you how much he loves and misses you. oooooo he's so good! he's so good

Eat Your Young by Hozier

oh yeah i can see it 😏 i can see him, sprawled across a chair, beckoning you over with a smirk on his face and heat in his eyes, telling you to come get some... i think i need a cold shower now *fans self*

Fight for Me by Gawvi, Lecrae

oh. okay. yeah. raph. yeah...

When You Say Nothing At All by Music Travel Love

oh this makes me soft. when my sister got married this was their first dance song. 😭😭😭 anyway, personal experiences aside, absolutely this is a raph song. i feel like he would put a lot more stock in actions and body language over words

thank you for these wonderful suggestions!! i appreciate you too! 🧡