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i am too much of a lil chicken to go in anyones asks but if u guys ever need to yap PLSSSS DO TO MEEEE I LOVE IT SM ALL MY MOOTIES ARE MY BELOVEDS EVERYONE OF U IS BELOVED TO MEEEE I STILL CB ALL OF U CHOOSE TO WANNA SEE ME BE ANNOYING OR MAKE VERY RANDOM WRITING THJNGS 😭😭 IT LITERALLY MAKES ME 🫶 ok lemme chill out now BUT REALLY 🥺 ILY ALL OK BY E

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can i request 41 + 50 for jaemin? thankss🥺👉👈

Thank you for requesting!

Prompt list is here

41: “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

50: “Shut up”

Warnings: masturbation, thigh riding because I kinda have a kink. Also, I originally wrote for the wrong dialogue...

It wasn’t your fault that Jaemin barged into your bedroom while your fingers were knuckles-deep in your pussy. While Jaemin would technically disagree with that statement, you stood by this. He just opened the bedroom door, not even thinking you could be doing anything you wouldn’t want him to see. You’d been dating for two and a half years, so there was really nothing to hide.

Plus, it was Jaemin’s fault for turning you on, even when he wasn’t home. Like, a music video teaser dropped, and he looked so good. His hair color suited him perfectly, and the way he stared into the camera so seductively reminded you of how he’d look at you when he was needy. You then proceeded to watch a couple of Jaemin fancams, and just like that, you needed him right there, right then.

So naturally, your hand traveled down your body, closer to your aching core. You frantically removed your jeans and panties, honestly embarrassed by your own eagerness in that moment.

Your fingers ran over your folds, barely touching them, sending a strong sensation through your entire body. Your sensitive skin was slick with arousal, and just the act of rubbing your core was making you even needier. With your fingers, which were now wet, you began to rub circles on your clit, swollen from lack of attention. The sudden stimulation caused a quiet moan to escape past your lips, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling.

While stimulating the bundle of nerves, heat pounded at your hole. To soothe the ache, you slipped a finger inside of you. It wasn’t difficult to do, since you were already dripping wet. You weren’t nearly satisfied though, so you inserted a second one, which was more of a stretch. Your fingers weren’t anything close to Jaemin’s member inside of you, but it was as close as you could get.

You were so far lost in the pleasure, pumping your fingers inside of you, that you didn’t even hear the front door open. Jaemin’s name fell off your lips in a moan, your mind full of him. His pure smile, which so quickly could become a seductive smirk. His bright eyes, which were easily readable. His loveable laugh and warm voice and sweet, funny personality, too. There was that side of him, which you loved the most. However, when your mind flickered to his abs, and the way his muscles tensed under the brush of your fingertips...that side of him was also attractive.

Jaemin stood in the doorway of your bedroom, seeing how long it would take you to notice him. He was definitely enjoying the view, seeing you so high on pleasure, moaning his name as your fingers slid in and out of your hole.

You opened your eyes for a second, for your head had been thrown back against the pillow with your eyes screwed shut. When you saw your boyfriend standing in the doorway, watching you masturbate, you flinched, startled. Immediately, you withdrew your hands and scrambled around for the nearest loose blanket to cover you.

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself,” he mused. He stood there smirking at you, his arms crossed as he stared.

“Shut up,” you sighed, pulling your underwear back on awkwardly.

“At least I’m not punishing you for it,” he offered.

“Did you have to just barge in?”

“It’s my house; the bedroom door was left a crack open, and you were moaning my name. Naturally, I came to investigate. Also, you’d be heartened to know that the boys are over.”

His logic was irritating you, and so was his smirk and it was also turning you on even more. “Shit, did the other boys hear me? You could have told me that they would be over! Now, would you please leave so I can finish getting myself off?”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” At his statement, you sucked in a breath. Riding his thigh? He wanted that as much as you did? You had to admit that you’d thought about it before, especially while watching fancams. Maybe you had a thing for thighs, or maybe it was just his thighs. Either way, you knew your answer.

Your eyes widened at him. “O-okay.”

His eyes looked at you suspiciously, and there was a warning in them. “But only if you stay quiet. You make a sound, and it’s game over.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, and you crawled onto his lap. “I missed you,” you told him quietly.

“I can tell,” he laughed. After that, though, he replied, “I missed you, too.”

You straddled his clothed thigh, only your panties and the black denim of his jeans distancing your core from his skin.

To test the waters, in a way, you grinded yourself down on his thigh. The friction soothed the ache in your core, and it also stimulated your clit everytime you rocked your hips on his leg. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat. It was so hard to stay quiet..

Jaemin grasped your hips, helping you grind onto his thigh. He rocked you back and forth, your clit being continually stimulated, sending you flying in the air. You were so wet, and your underwear was probably soaked with your arousal. Your boyfriend’s jeans probably were, as well. You buried your face in his neck, trying to muffle any sighs you couldn’t help but release. The boys were in the other room, and you were here, in the bedroom, riding Jaemin’s thigh.

Jaemin was enjoying the view of you getting off just by grinding on his leg. You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, though he could tell, just from your focused expression, how good you were feeling, just from his leg. 

The muscles in his thigh added to the pleasure, your clit grinding against the strong ridges of his leg muscle.

Your folds and clit were being ground against something hard and rigid. The fact that you could feel the different dips and curves under your pussy was incredible, and it felt amazing, too. Jaemin flexed his leg, drastically changing the sculpt and positions of his muscles as he did so. It took everything you had to not moan out loud, the feeling of the flex sending waves of pleasure through your entire being.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered quietly, throwing your head back in pleasure. The fucked-out look on your face was so attractive to Jaemin, and he flexed his thigh again, trying to draw you closer to your climax. He bounced his leg lightly, constantly hitting your clit and folds straight on, as opposed to you grinding on his leg. The contact repeatedly sent you higher and higher on pleasure. You couldn’t hold back anymore, as your orgasm washed over to you, the highest amount of pleasure you’d felt in a long time. You’d forgotten that the boys were in the other room. Your legs shook, and your face buried in his neck, his name falling off your lips like a mantra.

The bit of fluid that escaped you during your orgasm was now on his leg. When you got off of him, there was a dark spot on his leg, wet from your grinding and orgasm.

When you looked up at him to apologize for making a mess on his leg, you could see how dark his eyes were. When your sight flitted down, you saw the tent in his jeans, his erection clearly straining for release. You had turned him on, just by getting off on his thigh. The concept of it was arousing itself.

“You made a sound,” Jaemin said. His voice was deep and husky, and you could guess that he had grown turned on by you riding his thigh. “You lost the game, didn’t you? Well, instead of going out to the boys, you’re gonna make it up to me. But they’re never gonna let me hear the end of this.”

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Ive been meaning to make a post on aroace Carmen for awhile and i cant sleep right now so here we go

The first time anyone asked her who she was into was Sheena when Black Sheep was 16. The answer is clearly no (right?): she'd grown up in isolation, this was her first year actively hanging out with people around her age, all these people were 2 or more years older than her so why would they take interest in her, and most importantly she'd never had a crush before. Sheena is one of those people who thinks if you havent had boyfriends since at least 5th grade youre not normal AND Black Sheep doesnt wanna go around telling people she's VILE raised (and she wants to fit in) so all she says is "no have you seen the boys here?" and points to the boys who are making a racket in the cafeteria.

The second time is by Brunt. Black Sheep quickly shuts it down and reassures Coach Brunt she does not need to beat up her new guy friends 

Cleo is next. She notices how all but one of Black Sheep's new friends are boys. 1) it was embarrassing enough Cleo held her after class to confront her 2) Countess Cleo somehow makes it both innocent questioning and hostile questioning. But thats not enough. Black Sheep is given 3) the birds and the bees talk AND 4) boys are horrible talk. She leaves the classroom two hours later traumatized.

Sheena HAS to be the center of attention and uses flirting to get this attention. Its why her "friend group" is all guys and why she's always taking digs at Black Sheep. Black Sheep knows Sheena knows that she doesnt like Gray like that but whenever Gray wont pay her attention she'll bring up how he likes Black Sheep more and insinuate things and it makes Black Sheep's blood boil and occastionally her skin crawl

((Gray thinks she's cute, and was into her in the begining. But then they became friends and age gap (aka missing social skills) made her feel like a kid sister to him. He puts up with Sheena's remarks because 1) its not true 2) he knows where he stands with Black Sheep, so why should it bother him?))

Black Sheep never went to high school but she thinks this is how it would be. Its close enough to the movies: blonde mean girl, boy best friend, goofing off in class, sneaking off to break the rules. She could do without the talking about boys. She always prefered nature doctumentarys anyways.

After Gray becomes Crackle, Sheena becomes Tigeress, etc and Black Sheep begins her redo year of crime school no one bothers her about boys and dating.

After her escape and integration into the real world she begins interacting with many strangers everyday. The first few times people flirt with her it goes over her head. The first time someone asks her out she tells them she's leaving town later that day. She finds all the senarios where she imagined herself being the girl in movies who's pretty and is always drawing eyes to be actually be a hindrence since she's suppossed to blend into the background. Its the first time and everytime that someone makes some flirty comment about her body her blood goes cold. She doesn't tell Player this. Figures its because she was always the youngest and the baby of VILE she wasnt used to being seen in a "adult" way. Carmen never really minded her appearance, and likes how her hair extentions make her look: older, pretty, taller. Her new makeup look makes her look different while still looking good. She looks the part she's occasionally imagined being: that pretty girl in the movies. But she doesnt feel like she expected to feel. She's not getting excited about having this type of attention. So she has a brief moment of wanting to change everything, to make herself look as unattractive as possible. She decides not too, listens to the logic that is Player went through all this trouble to make her IDs that if she changed her look now it would make things worse... Besides disguises are about not looking like yourself

Getting it though Zack and Ivy's heads that no, she doesnt want to talk about how hot a actor is or talk about dream dates took several tries. At first they backed off because they were balancing the line of friend and boss and then completely when Carmen would attempt to contribute to those conversations very awkwardly. They notice she's fine with romcoms and listening to those types of conversations, its just participating that bothers her.

They still make fun of her "date" with Graham though. Carmen is fine but finds it easy to try to remain calm instead of letting her blood boil like it did when Tigeress insinuated things. She figures its because Zack and Ivy are real friends who respect her boundries. They eventually stop talking about it because it makes Player of all people upset.

((Player now has to dodge accusations they throw at him about having a "little crush". Truth is he's still hurt over the fact Gray was Carmen's best friend back when Black Sheep was Player's))

Having someone refer to Devineaux as her boyfriend would have thrown her off anyday (he's in his late 30s and she just turned 20, WHY would she be dating him?), but to hear it come from Brunt was so out of place it made her realize that Brunt truely didnt know who she was. That hurt.

All right thats all of season one, ive been typing for one hour, ive been constructing this on the spot so it makes 0% sense to my sleep deprived brain, and i'll fix it in the morning

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Fallen Valkyrie, pt29

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Eira felt the call of war just as keenly laying in her bed with Leif beside her as she ever had before, and with the call, she felt a pull to follow. She missed the other Valkyries. She missed riding into battle and escorting the dead to Valhalla. She missed returning to the warfield and healing the wounded. She pulled Leif’s basket closer and tried to ignore the tug at the back of her mind that insisted she follow her sisters. She had not even ceased bleeding since Leif had been born; it was still too early to be carrying herself off to war.

She worried about Midgard on nights when she felt the call. She worried that the people would think she had abandoned them, when she was still just trying to settle into her new role as a mother. She wondered if she should plan to follow and heal, but she knew she would need to bring Leif along, as he was yet too young to be left with her mother. Maybe Odin would release her for a short while, just so the call didn’t wrest her from her sleep at night. It merited consideration, she thought, as she drifted back into the same troubled sleep that always haunted her when she ignored the call.

She woke to Leif cooing in his basket, his tiny fists waving. He was slowly beginning to sleep more, and he was a good baby. He cried the usual amount but it wasn’t a fussy cry, it just felt to Eira as though he was delivering information, as he settled so quickly when his needs were met. She carefully changed him, and washed his tiny bum before diapering him again and bringing him to breast. He latched easily, settling his small hands on either side of her breast. His eyes closed and he made soft, contented noises as he suckled. Eira ran a finger across the soft down of his head, and smiled at his perfect wee features.

“Eira, your mother told me you were still abed –“ Brynhildr dropped her voice when she saw that Leif was quiet, and tiptoed the rest of the way into the room, dropping down beside Eira on the bed.

“Where were you off to last night?” Eira asked.

“Midgard. I was surprised to see you there healing. Tis why I came. I think it unwise for you to be out with Leif so young,” Bryn chastised her.

“I wasn’t there. I laid in bed, unable to sleep for ignoring the call.” Eira was puzzled. Bryn laughed suddenly, clapping her hands and startling Leif off the breast. She held her hands out in apology as Eira resettled him.

“I’m sorry!” She whispered. “There was something not right about you last night. The healing was imperfect, and the healers that knew you thought you odd. I would wager Loki was out last night, helping,” she chuckled quietly.

“Did he look pretty?” Eira giggled. Bryn put a hand over her mouth to stop from laughing loudly again.

“He did fill your red hangarok with lovely curves,” Bryn winked, and dissolved into giggles again.

“I owe him my thanks. I’ve been very worried about my absence.” Eira bit her lip and struggled to speak without mirth. Bryn shook her head.

“No, Eira, do not worry. This was the first time the call has been to Midgard since Leif was born. Things seem peaceful right now, this was an outlying skirmish. I will be here to hound you when you need to be ready to ride again.” Bryn squeezed her arm. “In the meantime, we miss you, and would have you ride to Valkyrjahús to visit.”

“I will ride out as soon as I can manage riding,” Eira promised.

“How fare things with our warring princes?” Bryn changed the subject.

“I fear Thor never loved me,” Eira stated, flatly. “But I was blind to not see Loki’s devotion.”

“I could not think to comment on Thor, but you know we all saw Loki’s love for you early,” Bryn nodded.

“I wish he had just said something, instead of haunting me in his brother’s form,” Eira complained.

“I don’t think you would have heard him, Eira. You were blinded by Thor’s presence. Thor has always been larger than life itself. He fills every room he enters. It’s hard not to be taken in by that,” Bryn offered.

“That makes me more at fault than him then, Bryn, and –“

“Oh, no, Eira. You do not carry the burden of fault. Loki deceived you, and betrayed you. Would you have willingly lain with him?” Bryn interrupted.

“No, not then.”

“He raped you then, Eira. You mustn’t forget that.” Bryn’s voice was hard.

“I might not ever forget, but knowing what I know now, and facing the future I face, bonded to him, should I not at least try to forgive him?” Eira questioned. Bryn bit her lip.

“Do you want to? Really, and truly, Eira. Do you want to forgive him?” Bryn turned the question back to Eira.

“Bryn, he was my closest friend. He knows all my secrets, he saved my life, he helped me tame my magic. More than anything I can think of, I want to forgive him. I’ve begun to try, even. And then I remember that he took me against my will.” Eira held Leif up on her shoulder to burp him, distracted from her comments to pat the babe’s back. Bryn frowned as Eira fumbled with the edge of her shift, covering herself modestly.

“Do you know yet if Odin will release you?”

“He has said nothing to suggest that he will.” Eira shook her head. Leif finally burped and she offered him the other breast. He latched quickly, clearly still hungry.

“You have much to consider then. You cannot die, and he can. Leif can. I’ve never known a Valkyrie to have to make this decision. Will you keep Leif? It is not unreasonable to request a foster-mother for him so that you may fulfill your duties as a Valkyrie. You would be free of Loki, and the burden of motherhood,” Bryn suggested. Eira gasped, and held Leif closer.

“Bryn, you cannot mean that!” She cried. “I was never intended for the Valkyries, it was not what the Norns foretold for me. Odin saw that I would be the author of conflict between Thor and Loki, and sought to prevent it by calling me to our number. I was intended to be a mother, and a wife, and a healer. You know how desperately I fought the calling. I am at peace with it now, I value it now, but it was not ever to be in my nature, and I have struggled more than any of you to achieve the skills and abilities that I do have. I can’t imagine not riding with you, my sisters, but I also cannot imagine leaving my son with another to raise.”

“You know your mind, Eira. You just needed to say the words out loud. You have already forgiven Loki, I think. Now you need to make him earn your trust and love. And then maybe the Norns might be wrong. Maybe you and Loki will be happy, and Thor will be able to move on, and the hard feelings will die.” Bryn rose from the bed and kissed Eira’s forehead. She tickled Leif’s toes, and turned.

“You are gone so soon?” Eira complained.

“I rode all night, and will serve in Valhalla tonight. I need some sleep, litla systir,” Bryn yawned, emphasising her point. Eira nodded.

“Please give Jarni and Papa my love?” Eira asked.

“Everytime, without you needing to ask me. They were relieved to hear you delivered safely. I haven’t unfolded the deceptions you’ve endured to them, that is your story to tell. But they know that you are well, and Leif is thriving. I will see you again soon. Come out and visit as soon as you can seat Fleygur.” Bryn departed. Eira leaned against the wall and finished feeding Leif, her thoughts a confused jumble.

“Sister!” Thor’s voice boomed across the field, as he approached where she sat near the lake. Eira stiffened in response. Forcing herself to relax, she turned to face him.

“My brother. What brings you to me?” She asked, puzzled. Thor closed the distance between them and sat in the sand beside her, looking out on the lake.

“There is much we need to say, I think,” he admitted. “I ache for what should have been mine but has been torn from me by my brother’s deceit.”

“Thor –“ Eira began.

“Loki returned this to me. But it is yours, Eira, and it was a gift from me to you.” Thor held the tiny silver hammer between them.

“It was a gift demarking ownership, Thor. I am no longer yours to mark.” Eira shook her head.

“I did not seek to own you, Eira,” Thor grumbled, fumbling to put the necklace back in his pouch.

“Did you truly seek to love me?” Eira asked, her voice a whisper. Thor’s head snapped back to look at her. His brow furrowed and he frowned.

“I would have loved you better than any man,” he swore.

“You would have? But did you?” Eira asked.

“We had not courted long, Eira.”

“Thor, you sought to wed me, you must have felt some fondness for me.” Eira fought to keep the astonishment from her voice.

“Of course I was fond of you! I would have wed you, and I would have grown to love you above all others.” Thor’s voice rose. Eira shot a quick look to the basket Leif slept in. Thor flinched and sighed.

“But you do not love me now,” Eira completed for him. He looked away, across the water.

“My feelings for you are complicated by my brother’s son.” Thor dodged the question.

“While you were Svartalfheim, what were your feelings for me?” Eira pressed.

“That I wanted to see you. To hold you in my arms. That kissing you would have been preferable to the peace I was negotiating. That when we left that realm, I would press my suit with the Allfather again, or encourage you to elope,” Thor explained.

“None of those feelings are love, Thor. They are desire, and lust. A quest for ownership,” Eira sighed.

“No, Eira, I did love you!” Thor protested.

“I think you loved the notion of me, Thor. But what do you truly know about me?” Eira challenged.

“I know you are a gifted healer. You are beautiful, gracious, kind. Your heart is soft, and you grieve your losses. I remember the bleak sorrow you adorned yourself with when Jarni was killed, and how you outshone every woman in the room, despite your mourning,” Thor began. “I watched you hold yourself apart from the other women of court, but not with unkindness, but because your interests were so different.”

“And you know I am a Valkyrie,” Eira led.

“So you say, Eira, but I think you ill-suited to the title. You are too soft, and womanly.” He shook his head.

“Thor, I ran you through, without a second thought of the consequence because you sought to kill me in your battle rage. I am not soft.”

“And then you ran to heal me. Another would have left me for dead.”

“No Valkyrie would have left your for dead after inflicting such a wound, Thor. We answer to the Allfather for our actions. We are gifted the ability to raise the dead. I’ve never known any of us to use it, but we are gifted with it. You would have lived, regardless of which of the twelve wounded you. But it was not one of the others, it was me. I lanced your belly. And you think me ill-suited for my calling?” Eira was incredulous.

“You are a healer by your nature, Eira. You risk yourself for the warriors on the field. Your altruism means you will never be suited to the life of a Valkyrie, and I could have taken you away from that!” Thor protested, heat rising in his cheeks.

“I am a healer by nature, you are correct. But that nature makes me very well suited to my calling. My compassion helps the honoured dead to pass into Valhalla without so much anguish. You could never have taken me from that. The Allfather refuses to release me, even now. Think you he would do any differently had this been your son?” Eira covered his hand with hers. “Thor, as much as it pains me, I think you never would have loved me. You would have discovered I was a shieldmaiden of Valhalla and you would have seen it as a betrayal that would have killed any fondness you felt.”

Thor shook his head and looked her in the eye. Eira could see his temper flaring. He pulled his hand out from under hers and looked across the lake again. When he turned back to her again, there was a look of resolution on his face that made Eira push herself up on her hands.

“Thor, what are –“

Thor cut her off by crushing his mouth against hers possessively. She struggled against the onslaught of his mouth, trying to push him away, but he did not even notice the push of her hands, or acknowledge when she balled her hands into fists and beat his shoulders, instead continuing the kiss, and pushing her into the sand under his strong body. Panic flooded her, and she bit his lip, and brought her knee into his crotch. He rolled off, cursing. Eira scrambled to her feet and over to Leif’s basket. She pulled the babe into her arms and turned to run back home, watching over her shoulder to make sure Thor wasn’t following. She slammed into someone forcefully and stumbled back. Loki’s hand reached out to steady her.

“Kissing my brother, Eira? Were you not kissing me just yesterday?” Loki’s words cut through her like ice.

“I did not kiss him. He forced his attentions on me,” Eira stammered.

“And why, wife, were you alone with him?” Loki raised an eyebrow, his face devoid of expression. His fingers dug into her shoulder painfully and she flinched.

“You hurt me, Loki.”

“Why were you alone with him?” Loki yelled. Leif started, and began to cry. Eira tried to wrench herself from his grip unsuccessfully.

“I was alone, just with Leif. He sought me out. Please, Loki, you hurt me and you’ve scared your son!” Eira begged. Loki glared over her at Thor.

“Did he simply seek to kiss you, as well?” His grip loosened enough that his fingers no longer dug into her shoulder, but she still couldn’t wrest herself away.

“He sought to prove his affection. Please, Loki. I did not seek him out, and I did not seek his kisses. You must believe me!” Eira cried, tears coursing down her face. She placed her free hand on his chest. Loki looked down on her, the indifferent look replaced with anguish.

“I do not know what to believe. Why would you not return to his arms after what I have done?” His voice was low that Thor wouldn’t hear it. Eira shook her head.

“I thought we’d come to an understanding, Loki. I thought you accepted that I needed time, but that I am trying to work past your deception. I would not seek to break our truce to dally with a man who has never loved me.” Eira slid her hand up to his face. “Please believe me. I accepted your request for courtship. I would not be so malicious as to turn around and flaunt another the very next day.”

“Perhaps you were right, and the Norns intend misery to pursue us,” he choked and turned away, finally letting go of Eira’s shoulder. Without a backward glance, he stalked away, leaving Eira behind.