#p.634

[luvyeni]

p. professor!bang chan x fem!reader | warnings: student/teacher, blowjob, unprotected sex, dumbification, unspoken but legal age gap | words: 0.6k ~ (634) 🐺ㆍ₊⊹

request: no request but i saw these pictures and when u see chan in a button up and tie i think professor.

authors note. i know we love a good bimbo trope but i wanted to change it

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“how does she maintain good grades despite hardly showing up to class?” you listened in on the conversation behind you— it after all was about you. “you don’t know?” your ears perked up. “no what is it?”

“well there was a rumor that he’s fucking a student— and she might be the student.” the timer going off before you could say anything, smirking to yourself as you collect your things, walking towards his desk. “yn, how can i help you?” your professor fixed his glasses, you turned back to the girls who were now starring at you whispering as they made their way out the class, chris’s eyes following yours, smiling at the girls. “goodbye girls, have a good night.”

“stupid bitches trying to ruin everything.” you seethed as the door finally closing. “what they say now?” he said. “they were wondering how my grades so perfect.” he laughed, listening to you rant. “what they implied that you’re fucking the teacher?” his hand came down to your waist. “are you not mrs.y/n?”

“but they’re implying that im stupid, im not stupid.” you pouted, he kissed your lips. “you are not baby, you’re my smart girl.” your hand came up to his shirt, lifting it exposing his abs, his hands coming under your skirt, cupping your cunt, smiling when you moaned. “your my smart girl who i just like to fuck dumb.” he stroked your clit through your panties. “ch-chris.”

he removed his hand from your panties, walking over to the door, locking it. “you know what to do.” he sat down on his chair, you sunk down to your knees. “there you go, my smart girl.” he undid his slacks, freeing his hard cock from his confinements. “now put it in your mouth.” you licked from the base all the way to his tip, taking him fully in. “oh fuck.”

your professor gripped the chair, letting you bob your head up and down on his length, the sound of you gagging and the sight of your makeup running down your face so lewd, it turned him on. “oh fuck baby, gagging on my dick like that -shit- keep sucking me baby.” his hands moved to your head, pushing it down. “oh fuck im gonna cum.”

he pulled you off his cock, spit connecting you with his twitching cock. “good girl, get up for me.” he pulled you up, lifting you on to the desk. “look at you.” he held his cock in his hand, rubbing it along your folds. “making a mess on my work baby.” you moaned. “pl-please fuck me, please.” you begged. “i want your cock inside me.”

you hissed as his cock stretched you out. “fuck you’re so big.” you gripped his shoulders letting him fill you up. “yeah but you can take it, you’re a big girl.” he moved his hips, his grip on your hips harsh as he sped up. “oh my god.” you moaned, falling back against the desk, letting him take over fully, fucking you on his cock. “that’s it baby, let me fuck you dumb.”

you were on cloud 9, allowing him to consume you, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “you gonna cum baby?” you moaned nodding. “yes sir.” you moaned. “good girl, cum for me.” he rubbed your clit— your legs shook as you came violently around his cock. “sh-shit.���

he pulled out of you, cumming all on your stomach. “fuck.” he squeezed the base of his cock, emptying himself, tapping his sticky tip on your clit. “fuck my dumb good girl.” you pouted. “n-not dumb.” he laughed. “no you aren’t baby, you’re right.” he groaned slipping back inside you. “buts it’s okay.” you moaned out.

“you’re a smart girl who’s loves to get fucked dumb by her professor.”

©️LUVYENI

[httpsai]

needy- p. bueckers

!! - part 2 to this, 634 wc, smut, no use of yn, english is NOT my first language, idk how to end fics

!! - sub paige, paige receiving, slight pussy sniffing??lol, eating out, basically porn, small mommy kink, squirting

you 13:26

i’ll be home soon.

You quickly leave work with your over-used excuse of getting your period. Before you finally drive off, you check your phone again— Paige had left you on read.

Rolling your eyes with a small mutter of, “Why am I doing this?” you start the short drive back to your apartment. Tapping your fingers impatiently at each red light, the drive seems way too long to be five minutes.

Your parking job was, admittedly, shitty. It was sitting in the back of your mind as you sped-walked up flights of stairs, turning down hallways, until you got to your apartment.

Opening the door and kicking off your shoes, you’re met with the unusually peaceful sight of your living room.

And, of course, the unmistakable smell of sex coming from your bedroom.

All thoughts of a bad parking job go out the window as soon as you lay eyes on Paige, humping your pillow and whining like a bitch in heat.

Pulling off your work pants and trading them for a pair of sweats, you smirk at her. She hasn’t noticed you yet. When you sit on your bed, now clad in a sports bra and grey sweatpants, her mouth falls open.

“Please— please, touch me.” Paige falls off the pillow and into your lap. “Need it so bad, please.” She continues, taking your hand and bringing it to rub circles on her clit.

“Couldn’t wait for me, could you?” You muse, slipping a finger into her cunt and lazily fucking her for a few seconds before pulling out.

“N-no, mmph, needed you so—“ She’s cut off by her own moan. Paige, although six feet of pure muscle, easily bends for you as you maneuver her to lay on her back, bending her knees to her chest.

“Hold these here for me, okay?” You mutter, leaning down to sniff her cunt. “Smell so good, baby. Bet you taste even better.” You bring your tongue down to her clit, flicking over it.

“Fuck, mommy, ‘m so wet for you.” Paige whines, using one of her hands to play with her still sensitive nipples, and the other tangles in your hair, pushing your face closer to her.

“Be patient, love.” You say, but not even a few seconds later using two of your fingers to spread her folds, taking her in.

While managing to keep eye contact with her, you flatten your tongue against her hole, licking from her asshole to her clit, and then burying yourself in her.

You ravage her pussy, not letting any drop of her previous cum and current slick go to waste.

“Taste so good for me, P.” You murmur, prodding the tip of your tongue against her clenching hole.

“Oh, go— please, please!” Paige cries out, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Eyes on me.” You say, and once she meets your eyes, you start fucking her cunt with your tongue.

“Oh my goodness, pleasepleaseplease!” She pleads, “gonna cum, gonna cum so hard for you, mommy pl—“

The band in her stomach snaps when you bring your hand up to pinch her nipple, and Paige’s cum covers your face, chest, and her own thighs as she moans loudly, squirting.

“FUCK, ohmygosh, too much—“ Paige slurs when you pull away, still pinching at her nipples. Chuckling, you pull her into you, taking out her ponytail and combing your fingers through her hair.

After two minutes, Paige finally calms, leaning her head against your shoulder. “Can— can we do that again tomorrow?”

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requests are open!!

[daily-ethoslab]

[634] so I’m going to be doing a doodle for each of the squares that were successfully ticked off on the bingtho thing :3

I’m going to mark them as I draw them so here’s the first one :P

Original image from 16:55 in gems first hermitcraft season 10 video. I put a filter over it to see if that would make picking colors easier

[dreaminlucidly]

Undertale NPC/Shopkeeper Dialog Work Skin

you can add this to the dialog box skin if ya want.

Cross-compatible between rich text and HTML once you get it set up! (ex: the table will be small in rich text mode but you can actually resize it in the rich text mode and it won't affect the sizing of the dialogue box in the actual work!)

Find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56584099/chapters/143816887

Limit it to like 1-5 lines of npc dialogue or the edge cases start to appear...since we've never seen undertale dialogue go that many lines in on one dialogue box I'll consider that undefined behavior i.e. won't be handling that edge case.

and maaaaybe i'll add a way to put the NPC background above the dialogue if I get bored again.

OR find it under the cut:

HTML for example (bolded areas would be where you replace stuff, for your ease-of-use):

(NOTE: the width actually doesn't matter for the table html element for the HTML part since it's set in the CSS! So feel free to resize it in rich text mode for easier fanfiction writing!) 

<table class="npc" width="634"> <tbody> <tr> <th class="put_your_shopkeeper_dialogue_in_here"> <p>* Hello!</p> <p>* This is a test.</p> <p>* I hope this works!</p> <p>* Would be veeeery disappointed otherwise.</p> </th> <th> <div> <p class="selected">Buy</p> <p>Sell</p> <p>Talk</p> <p>Exit</p><div class="footer-stats"> <span class="your_gold_here">275G</span> <span class="dialogue_page_number_here">1/8</span> </div> </div> </th> </tr> </tbody> </table>

CSS (yeah it's messy ao3 kind of botches the code style):

#workskin table.npc { width: 75%; color: white; font-family: "Lucida Console", monospace; font-weight: bold; outline: thin solid black; border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left; } #workskin table.npc p { margin: .643em 0; } #workskin table.npc, #workskin table.npc th { border: thick solid white; background-color: black; padding-left: 1rem; padding-right: 1rem; padding-bottom: 1rem; padding-top: 1rem; vertical-align: top; } #workskin table.npc th:first-child { width: 100%; } #workskin table.npc th:last-child { padding-left: 2rem; width: fit-content; } #workskin table.npc .footer-stats { padding: 0rem; margin: 0rem; width: auto; display: flex; justify-content: space-between; margin-left: -1rem; } #workskin table.npc .footer-stats :last-child { margin-left: 2rem; } #workskin table.npc th p:first-child { margin: 0rem !important; } #workskin table.npc .selected::before { content: ""; display: inline-block; background-image: url('https://64.media.tumblr.com/e290c840794e1655a36204adcb92bfdb/b026e62efa6b55f1-95/s2048x3072/4e553aba86d9dd256db14efd717238c8f8ef1299.png'); background-size: 100%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center; width: .75rem; height: .75rem; margin-left: -1rem; margin-right: .25rem; vertical-align: -0.1rem; }

[bestiarium]

The Kukilialuit [Inuit mythology]

According to Inuit mythology, the frozen landscapes of Canada and Greenland are home to a mysterious and highly dangerous race of monsters. They are called the Kukilialuit, and while that name is often translated as ‘trolls’ or a different common word for monsters, their most defining characteristics are their long and viciously sharp claws, said to be like knives. Literally translated, the name Kukilialuit means something like “those beings with great claws”. Aside from their hands, they have a humanoid body.

Supposedly, the Kukilialuit live inland, far away from the coasts. Despite their monstrous nature, they are intelligent and build huts to survive the winter. Whether these are isolated huts or built together in a society or settlement is unclear.

What we do know is that they are relentless hunters and regularly eat human flesh. After killing a victim, the Kukilialuit carry their prey away and vigorously slice the flesh from their bones until only the skeleton remains. Slingerland and Collard use the story of a Kukilialuit as an example of folktales where lone travelers (or people who get isolated from a group) get picked off by monsters, teaching the audience that traveling by yourself is dangerous in inhospitable environments like the Arctic.

Only a particularly powerful Angakkuq (an Inuit shaman) can escape from these monsters.

Sources: Christopher, N., 2013, The Hidden: a compendium of arctic giants, dwarves, gnomes, trolls, faeries, and other strange beings from Inuit oral history. Slingerland, E. and Collard, M., 2011, Creating Consilience: Integrating the Sciences and the Humanities, New Directions in Cognitive Science, Oxford University Press, 472pp., p.634. (image source 1: Vinod Rams) (image source 2: Ethan Nicolle)

[mrs-gucci]

Fun Under The Sun(dress)

{ flip zimmerman x female reader }

wanted to put out a little warm-up fic before my official return, so enjoy some sexy sundress fun with Flip ;) ...also forgive my rustiness lol, it's been a while since I've written anything for tumblr!

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), outdoor sex, high risk of getting caught/being seen, p in v, quickie, some dirty talk, creampie.

word count: 634

** CLICKING “KEEP READING” MEANS YOU UNDERSTAND & ACKNOWLEDGE ALL OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE AND ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOUR CONTENT CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. MINORS DNI. **

It's a beautiful day at Moore Park, the tolerable warmth of the late afternoon sun casting golden rays over the Colorado greenery. The screaming kids have all gone home, there are no more kites flying against the brilliant blue sky, and that lingering barbecue smell in the air is finally starting to fade. Very few people remain at the park at this hour, just before closing.

He's been all over you all day, Flip has. You're wearing that special sundress after all, the one he can never ever resist. His hands were on you in some way all day long, his eyes lingered whenever you walked away or towards him...man, he loves that fucking sundress.

Flip grunts softly in your ear as his hips thrust forward and your insides are suddenly stretched open around his thick member. Your eyes flutter shut and a soft, shaky sigh of his name slips past your lips.

"Mm, Flip..."

He sets a pace right away, his large fingers digging into the fat of you hips as his hips rock back and forth quickly. You two have to be quick, since you're literally on a picnic blanket at the top of the hill and the park rangers will be coming through within the next few minutes to kick everyone out.

"Goddamn, this dress," Flip growls, leaning over you a bit and planting a hand on the ground while the other holds your jaw firmly. "You wore this on purpose, didn't you? Hm?"

You nod, whimpering softly as he slips a finger into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue lightly. "Mhm!"

"Good girl." He chuckles gruffly, his thrusts getting shorter, sharper as he pulls his finger away and presses your front down onto the blanket. "I love it when you tease me on purpose and then act all surprised when I give you e-exactly what you've been begging for all fuckin' day."

Your eyes roll back in your head as your cheek rubs back and forth on the thick picnic blanket, hands desperately gripping the fabric.

"F-Fuck, baby, please..."

Your breathy plea doesn't go unrewarded, for Flip kicks it into high gear in this moment and pounds you as hard as he can, chasing his orgasm. He knows he can't make you cum right now, but when you get home...he'll make it up to you again, again, and again.

"I'm gonna cum," Flip breathes, kissing and nipping at your shoulder. "Mm, gonna stuff you so full, peanut. It's gonna d-drip out of you - fuck - your little pussy won't be able to h-hold it all in..."

His movements are starting to falter and his voice is getting more shaky, which means he's getting close. You moan, chewing your lip to try and keep somewhat quiet.

Flip finds his release before he can even properly warn you, groaning lowly as his hips press against you, rolling slightly. His warm cum comes in spurts, reaching deeply inside of you and after a little bit, Flip pulls out. He hums, smiling softly at the sight of his cum slipping from your entrance before pulling your panties back into place and tugging the skirt of your sundress down.

You sit up on your knees and turn around, and Flip immediately pulls you in for a kiss before tucking himself away quickly. You two sit back down on the blanket, lips never separating as you two maneuver into position and whisper sweet nothings against each others lips.

The whole thing couldn't have been planned better, considering that only moments later, one of the park rangers comes up the hill and tells you both it's time to go.

As if nothing had happened, you agreed and packed your things up in the truck, then headed home, both very much eager to start round two.

****

tagging some friends! @safarigirlsp @babbushka @rynwritesstuff @mrs-zimmerman @clydesfavoritegirl @mythrielofsolitude (let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future works by either leaving a comment on this post or dropping an ask in my inbox!!)

[syneilesis]

[fic] —scene from a bedroom

—scene from a bedroom

Ikemen Genjiden | Kitsuji Sueharu x afab!Reader | Explicit | 634 words ao3 link

You and Sueharu, tangled in the dim-lit room.

A/N: Here lies my shame, in pieces. MY FIRST SMUT OH MY GOD (well, technically not my first smut; i wrote a sex scene in my kicho fic but i don't count that) BUT OH MY GOD. My Sueharu fucker era continues 😭 The setting is vague, so it can either be canon-era or modern setting? I don't know! Minors DNI!!!

Warnings/tags: nsft, afab!reader, cunnilingus (vague), fingering; i only labeled it as explicit because i used the words cock and clit once lmao; but i feel like it's more on the mature-rated side? ooc? no beta we die like my shame; unrepentant repetitive use of certain words, sorry i have a limited vocabulary. p-please be gentle with me 🥹

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When he looks at you it feels like an appraisal, the drag of his gaze like light fingers ghosting across the surface, almost ticklish. It lingers though, seeping into your pores and heating your veins, spreading throughout. He looks at you like a diamond that needs to be polished—with his hands at that.

"Does it feel good?" There's a languid curve at the corner of his lips, punctuated by his pumping fingers, the sounds wet and loud as his breaths.

In the dim-lit room, with his disheveled clothes, his disarrayed hair, Sueharu appears like a dream made flesh, your buried desires exhumed and molded into form. Irresistible, inescapable. He curls his fingers inside you and pulls a whine out of your throat, ragged and more broken than the ones you've made earlier, when he put his mouth between your thighs. His face still glistens with your release.

"Y-You know the answer to that," you stutter, and moan when he brings his mouth down again. You can feel more than hear his laughter, low and sublime, and the sounds he makes when he sucks on you spark lightning on your spine, shooting up to the nape of your neck, prickles at your ears.

Back arched, you spread your legs wider.

“Oh,” he whispers against your clit, and another shudder runs through you. “You like it.”

And that low current in his voice is your undoing. You groan, helpless from his fingers, helpless from his weight. Helpless from his voice that pulls at your skin so the desire spills forth, heated and thick. He tilts his head a little to lean against your thigh and recaptures your gaze. He smirks at your attention, and slowly—deliberately slowly—licks his wet lips. His shiny teeth. His eye glints like a hunter sighting his prey.

You throb, his fingers persist. Everything’s too much.

“Yes—yes.” You give in, the words mangled, keen, and you cover your face with your hands in shame.

Then his voice, urgent: “No, I want to see you.” A large hand pushes yours away. His own face, inches from yours, welcomes you.

When you agreed to lay with him tonight, your expectations had been minimal—a perfunctory set of movements, clinical, distant.

Not this. Definitely not this.

His stare pierces, hooded and dark. You feel his fingers retreat, and a sound escapes from your throat. His fingers emerge from the corner of your vision—wet, glistening. Tempting. He studies them, fascinated, arrested, before glancing at you and smiles—

And brings them in to his inviting mouth.

The sound of his sucking is loud, and it’s all you can hear. Everything else is gone. Sueharu groans—at your taste, perhaps—but he never leaves his bladed gaze on you.

And all you can do is watch him suck and suck and lick the fingers that had been inside you, that had given you pleasure, so intense that you wanted to loop your arms around him in a vise and never let go.

When he drags his middle finger out of his mouth—a purr, a moan—you swallow the dryness in your throat.

“What do you want next?” he whispers then.

He moves closer, more, the fingers that just came between his lips, coated with his saliva and your come, descend on your own, caressing a line against them. You can almost taste him, and yourself.

“I …”

“Perhaps,” he begins, climbing further against the length of your body, his—hard, hot; so, so hot—cock pressing against your core, “you’d like a kiss?”

He chuckles; taps your lower lip once, twice, followed by the puffs of his breath.

“Well?”

“I …”

“Is that a yes?”

His lips are now a hair’s breadth from yours, and—truly—what else could be your answer if not this?

Sueharu grins like he knows, and you never get to tell.

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*scurries away in embarrassment*

[dietethio]

acc0untability check!! what i 4te today :P

bfast:

scrambled egg whites 33 c4l

shredded hash browns 60 c4l

lunch:

half sandwich 117 c4l

din:

spring roll 69 c4l

peanut sauce 105 c4l

taro milk tea w/ boba ~250 c4l

total: 634 c4l

overall a pretty good day considering i had 12k+ steps to make up for not gymming. would’ve been better if my friend hadn’t gotten me boba :/ but i’m glad i ate only half my sandwich at lunch :D tomorrow i plan on hitting the stair master (my best friend) so i’ll probably eat a little bit more then, but i’m gonna see how long i can fast til then! i’ve never fasted except for when i sleep so i’m looking forward to seeing how i do >:)

[dreamcatcher-roulette]

Escape the Era (Inside) - p.50

Dreamcatcher Roulette [634/ ∞ ]

[burgerdudes]

🍔 Review № 634 ━ 📍 Marco's ★★★☆☆ • Marco's is a cosy and popular neighbourhood restaurant on the outskirts of Vasastan in Stockholm. They offer a wide variety of food and drink, but we only had eyes for their burger, called Marco's Burgare. This double-patty burger contained a total of 160 grams of dry-aged beef, four slices of cheddar, yellow onions, pickles, ketchup and mustard, and cost 195 SEK (19 USD) including french fries. • The burger arrived neatly placed in a paper pocket, and looked quite promising despite being a bit flat and having an unorthodox bun. The bun came from the amazing Lillebrors Bageri, located just a few blocks from the restaurant, and the craftsmanship and use of high quality ingredients was apparent. But it wasn't particularly suitable for a hamburger. and reminded us of a rather sturdy breakfast roll. The bottom bun had also been toasted too much, making it a bit hard. The dry-aged patties tasted great and were well seasoned, but had been smashed a bit too much, giving them slightly too crispy edges. But ratio wise, the burger worked great and was better than it looked. A lot of the creaminess came from the large amount of cheese, which saved the textures and made the entire meal pretty yummy. Their pickles also did their part, with a distinct acidity that worked well with the sauces and onions. We also liked their crispy fries, which were perfect for dipping in the Japanese mayonnaise that we ordered as a dipping sauce for 15 SEK (1.5 USD). • We liked Marco's concept, and overall we enjoyed their burger – especially the meat. But the choice of bun held them back, but there is plenty of potential here and we look forward to visiting them again in the future to see how they develop. ━ @restaurangmarcos #burger #burgerdudes #stockholm (at Restaurang Marco's) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqXLTlurcbW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[aryburn-trains]

CRI&P E7 #634 on train #11 the Peoria Rocket Chicago, IL September 1967

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

https://quranx.com/hadith/Bukhari/DarusSalam/Hadith-5779/

Narrated Sa`d:

I heard Allah's Messenger (ﷺ) saying, "Whoever takes seven 'Ajwa dates in the morning will not be effected by magic or poison on that day."

https://quranx.com/hadith/Bukhari/USC-MSA/Volume-3/Book-47/Hadith-786/

Narrated Anas bin Malik:

A Jewess brought a poisoned (cooked) sheep for the Prophet (ﷺ) who ate from it. She was brought to the Prophet and he was asked, "Shall we kill her?" He said, "No." I continued to see the effect of the poison on the palate of the mouth of Allah's Messenger (ﷺ).

https://quranx.com/hadith/Bukhari/USC-MSA/Volume-5/Book-59/Hadith-713/

Narrated `Aisha:

The Prophet (ﷺ) in his ailment in which he died, used to say, "O `Aisha! I still feel the pain caused by the food I ate at Khaibar, and at this time, I feel as if my aorta is being cut from that poison."

https://ia601500.us.archive.org/35/items/TabaqatIbnSaadVol12English/IbnSaad.pdf#page=195

Volume 1, Parts 1.42.10

Sa'id Ibn Muhammad al-Thaqafl informed us on the authority of Muhammad Ibn 'Amr, he on the authority of Abu Salamah; he said:

The Apostle of Allah, may Allah bless him, did not eat anything given in sadaqah (charity) but he ate out of things given as presents. A Jewess presented to him a fried goat. The Apostle of Allah, may Allah bless him, and his Companions ate out of it. It said: There is poison in me. Thereupon he said to his Companions: Hold back your hands; verily it has informed me that it has poison. He (Abu Salamah) said: They held back their hands. He (Abu Salamah) said: Bishr Ibn al-Bara died. The Apostle of Allah, may Allah bless him, sent for her Jewess and said: What induced thee, to do what thou hadst done? [P. 114) She said: I wanted to know if thou art a Prophet because in that case it would not harm thee; and if thou wert a king, I would have relieved the people of thee. He (Abu Salamah) said: He passed an order, and she was killed.

https://quranx.com/hadith/Bukhari/USC-MSA/Volume-7/Book-62/Hadith-144/

Narrated `Aisha:

that during his fatal ailment, Allah's Messenger (ﷺ), used to ask his wives, "Where shall I stay tomorrow? Where shall I stay tomorrow?" He was looking forward to Aisha's turn. So all his wives allowed him to stay where he wished, and he stayed at `Aisha's house till he died there. `Aisha added: He died on the day of my usual turn at my house. Allah took him unto Him while his head was between my chest and my neck and his saliva was mixed with my saliva.

https://quranx.com/hadith/Bukhari/USC-MSA/Volume-1/Book-11/Hadith-634/

Narrated `Aisha:

"When the Prophet (ﷺ) became seriously ill and his disease became aggravated he asked for permission from his wives to be nursed in my house and he was allowed. He came out with the help of two men and his legs were dragging on the ground. He was between Al-`Abbas and another man." 'Ubaidullah said, "I told Ibn `Abbas what `Aisha had narrated and he said, 'Do you know who was the (second) man whose name `Aisha did not mention'" I said, 'No.' Ibn `Abbas said, 'He was `Ali Ibn Abi Talib.' "

The quran was never completed. The Jewish woman successfully proved Muhammad was a phoney and undermined the supposed will of a supposed god.

[ariesgamesandminis]

BattleTech Miniature restocks are in from Iron Wind Metals!

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

I posted 2,528 times in 2022

That's 1,019 more posts than 2021!

473 posts created (19%)

2,055 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@b3autyfuldisast3r

@myloversgone

@awkward-and-indecisive

@lastcallatrockysbar

@charred-angelwings

I tagged 634 of my posts in 2022

#dean winchester - 105 posts

#the boys s3 - 100 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I Warned You

Summary: Soldier Boy has warned you, and you've disobeyed his direct order once again. You should have known punishment was coming.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. Dom!Soldier Boy, Sub!reader, spanking with a belt, pain, tears, degrading names used, punishment, implied smut, implied pussy spanking, implied over-stimulation, implied edging, implied orgasm denial.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Y/N

Word Count: 389

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write only the dialogue for a scene.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: So, I saw this post from @siospins2 and I decided I just had to write that fic she mentioned, sorry if this is much dirtier than you'd imagined! I'm not even sure this could be classified as a fic - it's literally just filth, since it's literally, just dirty dom/sub talk. It was weird to write something with no prose whatsoever, but kind of an interesting exercise. As you're reading, I invite you to remember just how fucking sexy Soldier Boy's voice is! 🤤🤤🤤 Hope you enjoy this for what it is!

(Oh, and P.S. @charred-angelwings this post is the inspiration for the shield inclusion! So thank you! 😁)

The beautiful text divider at the bottom, was created by @firefly-graphics

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329 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#4

Say Thank You

Summary: How can Y/N show Soldier Boy her gratitude.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. This is just porn. Unprotected sex (P in V), oral (m receiving), brief fingering, rough face fucking, gagging, slight praise kink, dom!soldier boy vibes, rough sex, all smut, no fluff. 

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader

Word Count: 2,100

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  The prompt I’m writing for today is: Write about a Thank You.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: This is the very first time I’m writing for Soldier Boy. Obviously we don’t know much about him yet, so I apologize if my interpretation of him doesn’t ring completely true for you. I’ll just be forced to watch more Soldier Boy, I guess...for research! 😜 My tags are a little weird right now, as I keep writing about new people and characters.  So, if I’ve tagged you here and you don’t want to be tagged, please don’t hesitate to let me know and I won’t tag you in any future Soldier Boy stuff.  😊

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384 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

#3

How To Annihilate Your To-Do List

Summary: Y/N has a very long to-do list, can Dean convince her to let it get longer, and stay in bed with him instead?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Fingering. Kissing. General morning making out. Fluff - it's pretty much all smutty fluff!

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 830

A/N: Just a little drabble that came into my head after seeing this post. I may also have a massive to-do list, but it's gloomy and rainy in my part of the world, and it got me thinking how lovely it would be if I could just spend the day in bed with Dean instead. Hope you enjoy the...smuff? Flut? Lol! I don't think there's a word for fluffy smut - but enjoy anyway! 💓

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89.

The sound of your alarm made you groan and roll over to try and shut it off with a series of angry slaps to your phone, one of which eventually hit the right button and silenced the loud, percussive music that you'd specifically chosen so you couldn't sleep through it.

There was another groan behind you as Dean wrapped his thick arm around your ribcage and pulled you back against him. He ducked his head and nuzzled his face into your hair, his breath soft and hot against the back of your neck. His body was so warm and the blankets were so cozy you immediately fell back into a doze.

The slamming bass of the song came blaring on again ten minutes later, telling you that you'd only snoozed your alarm. Which was a good thing because as you picked it up and shut it off again, you growled slightly at the fact that you actually had to get up. You had so many chores to get done, so many errands to run. It was your first real day off in almost three weeks and all the little day-to-day crap that you'd been putting off, was now a mile long to-do list.

You tried to pull Dean's arm off of you carefully, hoping you didn't have to wake him. But as you tried to scoot out from under his long, strong limb, Dean wrapped it tight around you again and doubled down by throwing one of his heavy, muscled thighs over both of your legs, pinning them in place.

"No." He said, quick and grumbly, as though he was a particularly deep-voiced toddler.

But then his voice turned persuasive. "Stay." He breathed against the curve of your bare shoulder, as he rubbed his lips softly across your skin. He trailed kisses back up your neck before nosing along your jawline and nipping gently at your throat.

You melted into him, your brain trying to rationalize staying in bed all day with Dean instead of ticking things off of your to-do list. One last practical part of you was yelling in the distance to behave yourself and get up and do the things responsible adults were supposed to care about.

But then Dean's big hand cupped your breast and squeezed gently and every good intention flew out the window. You turned your head and then rolled onto your back so Dean was hovering above you. He smiled slow and sexy, his face still full of sleepiness, as he slid his hand down your torso, fingers drumming lightly against your skin as they moved.

Just as he was about to reach your warm, wet, heat, your phone started up again; clearly you hadn't succeeded in shutting off the stupid alarm.

Before you could do anything about the noise, Dean reached across your body and grabbed the phone off the bedside table.

"No!" He said again, his voice a deep, angry grumble now as he whipped your phone across the room so it hit the wall and went silent.

Your eyes grew wide and you gasped. "Dean! What the hell? That was my phone! What are you a caveman?"

In answer Dean grunted low and harsh, a sound that went straight to your core and had you dripping for him despite your annoyance. He grabbed on to both your wrists, wrapping his thick fingers around them easily and pressing them into the pillow on either side of your head.

He growled into your ear and shivers wracked your body. "Mmm...yeah, and this caveman has no intention of letting you out of this bed at all today."

He laved his wide tongue across your lips, licking them open before crushing his lips against yours. The kiss was deep and primal; he sucked on your tongue and bit at your lips until you were writhing under him desperate for more.

Your responsible side made one last ditch effort to get you to listen, as you panted against his neck while his lips wrapped around your earlobe and tugged.

"But...I...ah!...fffuck...Dean! - " Your sentence was interrupted as he let go of one wrist to let his wandering fingers trace down your body and then delve into your slick heat. "I...I have...stuff..." Another breathless gasp as two thick fingers slid into you. "...stuff..." You finished lamely as your one free hand grabbed hold of his wrist, holding it in place against your soaking wet pussy as he lazily dipped his fingers in and out of your body.

He watched your face as he fucked you with his fingers, watched the ripple of desire and pleasure move across your features.

"Nah, some asshole broke your phone, so your to-do list doesn't exist." He curled his fingers forward, hitting your sweet spot and making you cry out, bucking against his hand.

His voice was a growl again as he whispered into your ear. "Might as well just stay here with me, sweetheart."

You moaned out your total agreement.

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452 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#2

The Art of Creating Sex Hair Sexy Hair

Summary: This isn't the first time Y/N's done Jensen's hair for a shoot, but there's something about this shoot that's making things pretty rough for her.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. The tiniest fluff at the end, but pretty much all smut. Unprotected sex, PinV, Oral (m/f receiving) fingering, edging, light orgasm denial, slight Dom! Jensen, face and throat fucking. I think that's everything.

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Word Count: 3,346

A/N: So, this is the very first time I've ever written RPF, hope I don't disappoint. I don't know how often I'll be writing for Jensen, so I think I'll keep my taglists as is right now. Gonna tag my Dean Fics list in this one, but please let me know if you don't want to be tagged in any future Jensen fics and I'll make a note not to include you if there's a next time.

I wholeheartedly blame the gif below for this fic and for forcing me to finally write a RPF. I just couldn't help it. I know the shoot below was actually a bunch of the boys cast, but I left them out of it! Lol!

I'm going to say that the Jensen I'm writing about in the story is, of course a complete work of fiction made up out of my own horndog brain (let's say he's a Jensen from somewhere else in the Multiverse! 😜) and this fictionalized Jensen is single.

Finally, I wrote this pretty quick, so sorry for any mistakes!

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“That’s great Jensen - this all looks amazing!  Just hold that same pose. Good, good.” The photographer, Jordan, was calling out encouragement to Jensen as he sat on the floor in his ripped up wardrobe. 

Jordan stood up from where he’d been squatting, taking close-up shots and waved to you and Trini, the make up artist. “Could you come do some touch-ups girls, while I switch out lenses?”

The idea of the shoot was supposed to be Jensen recovering from a wild night. As such the direction was for Trini to give him a bit of a roughed up, slightly grubby look and you’d simply been told to make his hair look “tousled”. 

You’d had the chance to work on Jensen’s hair quite a few times now, during the five years you’d been working with Jordan.  He did a lot of shoots for EW and Jensen tended to end up in the magazine quite a bit, given how many copies sold every time he graced the cover.

You’d built a nice relationship with the actor over the eight or nine times you’d worked on him.  He was always friendly, always charming, kind, funny, and never a prima donna dick. Which you were incredibly grateful for, since in this business you put up with a hell of a lot of that. 

Trini finished and moved out of the way so you could get down next to him and artfully arrange his hair so it looked like someone had been running their fingers through it. But using your combs and products to try and make it lay the way you wanted it to, wasn’t really working.  

You let out a little growl as his hair refused to behave.  You looked at him and saw a small smirk playing around his lips.  The near-grin made your stomach tighten and you cringed internally.  

Jesus, I thought I was getting better.

The first few times you’d worked with Jensen, you’d spent the entire shoot with heat shooting in waves across your skin every time you looked into his face, or when he’d lean over and give you a hug in greeting. Running your fingers through his hair had felt like heaven and hell rolled into one and it was everything you could do, those first few times, not to start panting while you worked on him. 

But you’d improved.  Or so you thought.

Now, you gave him a small smile back.  “Do you ever miss your short, easy to manage Dean hair?  Cause I do.” You said, not really meaning it.  You loved his hair no matter what, but his longer hair gave you visions of gripping it tight in your hands while he did unspeakable things to your body.

Jensen chuckled softly and then spoke quietly so only you could hear the low pitched words as they rumbled out of his chest.

“You’re blushing, Y/N.” His grin turned decidedly wicked and you felt yourself clenching around nothing as his tongue peeked through his teeth when he looked up at you where you kneeled in front of him.  “Why are you blushing?”

You felt your cheeks get even redder and you shook your head.  “I just...” Your voice was squeaky and weird and your cleared your throat and tried again. “I’m just frustrated.” You mumbled.

A light came into his eyes that told you he heard the double entendre you hadn’t meant to utter and his smile grew wider.  “I could help with that if you need.” 

You choked on your own saliva at his words and fell into a coughing fit.  Jordan brought you a bottle of water.  “You okay, Y/N?” He asked.  You gave a thumbs up.

“Okay, great.  Then let’s make sure he’s got the sex hair thing going and get these last few shots.”

You coughed again.  “Sex hair?” You asked Jordan, needing clarification on that one.

But it was Jensen who answered.  “You know, it’s supposed to look like someone had it gripped tight in their hands, or that they’ve have been running their fingers through it all night.” He shrugged and looked at Jordan with a nod. “Sex hair.  I get it.”

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663 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Learning About the Perks of Feminism

Photo from @fromjjwithlove blog

Summary: Y/N wants Soldier Boy badly. But she wants him on her terms. Can he handle her modern ways?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Pretty much all smut. Some tiny bit of plot. Soldier Boy being a grumpy asshole, Unprotected PinV sex, pull-out method of BC used, coming on tits, oral, m/f receiving, face riding. Fluff if you squint.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Y/N

Word Count: 2,620

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write about your MC nicknames. I took some liberty with this prompt, but they do talk about what he want's Y/N to call him.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: This post is the inspiration for this fic. The amazing @deanswaywardgirl deserves so much credit for spurring on my horny brain with an amazing smutty scenario. And @candy-coated-misery0731 deserves all the credit for encouraging the writing of this fic. So, you owe any smutty happiness this fic brings you, to those two lovelies! 😄😄

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1,846 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

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#FBF - News From Yesteryear

June 8, 1923 – 100 YEARS AGO
Excerpt from the Pearl River News

AN HISTORICAL INCIDENT OF YE OLDEN DAYS — A POPULAR TALE CONCERNING THE OLD SALISBURY HOUSE WHERE OCCURRED THE UNVEILING OF A TABLET, LAST SATURDAY


[Image: Salisbury House demolition, 1959. Parkhurst collection, Nyack Library via NYHeritage]


       Local history furnishes some interesting data concerning the old Salisbury house at South Nyack, N.Y., one of the oldest in that part of the country, situated on Piermont avenue, where was held the tablet unveiling ceremonies of the Rockland County Society on the second of June.
       The Misses Salisbury occupy the house now, which was built by their great-great-grandfather, Michael Cornelison, in 1770. Many have been the additions to the building since then; and now it is a long brownstone structure with a deep sloping roof.
       It is said that some English officers occupied this house during the revolutionary war. The English general having spoken harshly to a private, the latter, in the evening, while the officers were at dinner (in the old sitting room), stood by the wall and fired a shotgun at him.
       Tho the General’s life was saved by poor marksmanship, the bullet passing harmlessly over his head, it entered the mantlepiece in that room and, in all probability, lies embedded within the wood. At least the hole is there, for curious visitors to speculate about.
       At the unveiling of the tablet at the Salisbury house, H. P. McKenney, of Suffern, President of the Rockland County Society, presided at the dinner.

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[melody-everbelle]

It’s Showtime (Nathan Chen x Reader)

Title: It's Showtime

Pairing: SNL host!Nathan Chen x gender neutral!musical guest!reader

Word count: 634

Warning(s): Stage fright, anxiety, and fluff

Summary: Nathan hosts SNL while you're the musical guest for the first time.

Author's Note: I've always dreamed of Nathan hosting SNL ever since I had a crush on him. So I decided to write this cute little scenario where he and Y/N are getting ready for SNL 😉

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"Ladies and gentlemen, Nathan Chen!"

Those words had been living in your head rent-free throughout the night as you were alone in your dressing room, getting ready for your performance. Tonight was not only Nathan's first time hosting SNL, it was also your first time performing on the show. As excited as you were for you and your boyfriend to partake in this opportunity, you were also a bit nervous. Although you had performed live in concerts, you had never been on TV before, and when it came to interviews, you preferred not to do it on talk shows, which meant that this SNL episode would mark your TV debut. Soon, that nervousness escalated to anxiety, to the point where you were panicking. Your panicking made you so dizzy that you collapsed onto the floor, and your hyperventilating was audible enough that you heard someone knock on the door.

"P-Please, come in," you stuttered.

"Y/N, there you are," Nathan entered the room, much to your relief, but your anxiety still wouldn't go away. "You're on in five... Wait a minute, are you okay?" He suddenly noticed your panicked state.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you answered through your shaky breaths, attempting to stand up, "though I'm just a little nervous."

"Y/N, it's okay," Nathan rushed over to your side and helped you onto a chair. "Now, remember what I told you: start breathing in for four seconds."

Heeding his advice, you started breathing in slowly.

"Now hold it in for seven seconds."

You held your breath in for the aforementioned amount of seconds.

"Now breathe out in eight."

Eventually, you let go of your breath right after Nathan concluded. You repeated this method several times until you started feeling better.

"So, Y/N," Nathan asked, "are you comfortable telling me what happened?"

"Well, you see, Nate," you replied, trying not to let your anxiety conquer you, "it's my first time being on TV, and I haven't experienced something like this before."

"Mm-hmm," he nodded.

"I'm just... scared," you sighed. "Scared that I might make a fool out of myself in public, if you know what I mean."

"Look, I totally get where you're coming from, as I myself have experienced anxiety before when it comes to competing," Nathan empathized.

"Yeah, I-I know," you replied, knowing very well that your boyfriend did get nervous before a big competition. "I hope this means I'm not alone."

"Exactly," Nathan agreed. "But as long as you're having fun, I'm sure the audience will love your performance."

"You know what, Nate? You're right," you smiled through your tears. "I don't care if I'm 'good' at it, I just need to have fun with it. Besides, I've performed in front of a huge crowd multiple times, so why would this be any different?"

"So, does this mean you're ready?"

"I'm more than ready," you said with confidence. "It's showtime, baby."

"That's the spirit," Nathan cheered.

And so it went, Nathan introduced your performance, and with your ability to express your musical self, the audience went wild. You even starred in a couple of humorous skits with Nathan along with your favorite SNL cast members. As the show came to a close, you stood next to your boyfriend, your hand holding onto his.

"Thank you so much to this amazing cast and crew," Nathan announced, "and I want to especially thank Y/N for the amazing performances." He turned his attention towards you. "You did really well, and I'm so proud of you for it."

"Thank you, Nate," you grinned before you leaned towards his face for a kiss that made the audience and cast members cheer loudly.

"Goodnight, everyone!" Nathan concluded tonight's show as the both of you hugged and socialized with the surrounding cast members.