#what plot

[luke-and-kieran-lover]

Luke and Kieran x MC

So I was upset of how little content I can find for my boys, so I wrote this lil thing myself

Words:287

Rating: M

No twincest, they are just sharing 💯

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She sighed and arched her back, feeling Kieran’s soft lips tracing hot patterns on her neck from behind. Luke laid in front of her, stroking her cheek with his thumb, the material of the leather glove feeling strange against her skin.

Her cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink, her head tilting backwards a bit, giving Kieran better access. She shivered as he bit onto the sensitive skin of her neck, leaving behind a dark love bite. 

She pushed her head into Luke’s palm, leaning into his touch. “Stop it,” she protested weakly. 

“such a pretty mouth. I can think of several things it could do better instead of complaining like that.” Luke teased her, smearing her lipstick with his thumb. 

Her eyes narrowed, showing her feisty side just for a moment until her lips parted in another moan when Kieran started sucking at the delicate skin behind her ear. 

Luke's brow jerked in annoyance, a sting of jealousy flashed in his eyes, covered by his mask. 

“close your eyes” he said, surprising her. 

“huh?”

Luke sighed and Kieran covered her eyes with his palm when his brother swiftly took off his mask. She felt another set of lips pressing against her jaw, the sensation making her squirm in their tight embrace. 

She was trapped, stuck between their lean bodies, every move making her rub against them, adding oil to the fire. 

Kieran’s other hand was sprawled on her stomach, caressing her skin and now sliding lower. Luke grabbed her ass and pressed her closer to himself and claimed her lips eagerly. She could hear a low chuckle of Kieran and a sound of a slap as his twin hit his arm for laughing at his jealousy. 

[yallthemwitches]

To Be Missed

Back from holiday break, James tries to convey to Lily how much he missed her.

Written for Jily Kinktober Day 7: Wall Sex---Because I'm a sucker for 6th year secret love jily...( I say like there is even a plot...)

AO3 Link to all Jilykinktobers!

“Alright Evans?”

Lily looked up from her table of friends in the center of The Three Broomsticks. All three girls eyed James with varying levels of wariness, making the situation feel more dangerous than any full moon night. 

“Potter,” Lily responded, taking a sip of her drink. 

“Just so you are aware, asking me on a date at the date location is not a very good look.” 

Mary and Marlene snorted, and Lily looked pleased with her jab. James just blinked, unfazed.

“Thanks for the tip—still need to talk to you though.”

“I’m busy.”

“I’ll make it worth it.”

Lily turned to look up at him. He stared down at her, eyebrow raised in an irritating dedication. 

“Fine.”

Marlene gasped and started to laugh as Lily stood up from her seat. Mary’s eyes turned to slits, sizing up James whose satisfied grin was threatening to blind the room. 

“Woah, whatever you got to say to her, you can say to us,” Marlene leaned across the table and he eyed her with a bored expression. 

“No good McKinnon. It’s about your birthday party which Sirius told me explicitly not to tell you about–so if you don’t mind...”

That effectively shut Marlene up. Sitting back in her seat with a giddy expression, she all but waved Lily and James away, now twittering at Mary. 

James led Lily down the halls towards the toilets, then took a sharp left towards a creaky looking door Lily had never noticed before. Wedging it open, she could see it led out into the back alley of the pub, trash bins lined the walls which barely left room for a muggle car to fit in. 

Before even turning his body fully from shutting the door, Lily grabbed onto the front of his shirt, pulling him in to capture his lips. Her kisses immediately deepened, tongue licking his lower lip to gain entry. 

“You’re going to regret what you said to Marls—now she will expect a party.”

James grabbed her hips, guiding her until her back touched the wall on the other side of the alley, a knee prying open her legs so his body was slotted between them. She could feel he was already hard, pressing into her upper thigh as he snaked his hand around to her arse. 

“Worth it–hell, I’ll throw her a bloody ball if I need to.”

“Idiot.” 

James just grinned, pressing their lips back together, tongue twisting with hers in a familiar ease. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” 

He moved his lips to her pressure point, sucking until Lily could feel the skin pucker and swell. A small moan escaped her lips and she felt him smile against her. 

“I missed that noise too.”

She leaned her head back against the wall, letting him kiss down the front of her neck, reaching where her mockneck met her skin.

“Not a very warm Christmas at the Potters I take it?”

James used a finger to toy with the fabric of her shirt, pulling the neckline down to make enough room for two more kisses. 

“No, the holiday cheer was fine—it was the amount of unsatisfactory wanking that I had to do to stop thinking about you that really made it difficult.”

“Unsatisfactory? Care to elaborate?” It was her turn to deliver kisses, nipping at his earlobe while her hands followed their favorite path through his hair.

“What can I say? I’m a ruined man Evans. Cursed to live every waking moment knowing that nothing in this universe compares to shagging you—not even my own hand.”

“You poor baby.”

She slid her hands down his chest, enjoying the feeling of his slender frame in her grasp again. She had missed him as well—they had only started hooking up about a month before the holidays, but she found herself twisting in the sheets of her childhood bed at night, waking up wet with his phantom fingers still running down her body. 

“I could take you right here, that's how much I missed you—I swear it, Evans. I can’t believe I even made it this long without getting you alone somehow. Sirius thinks I’m depressed because I keep closing my curtains at night, but I just keep playing the image of you naked on top of me over and over…”

Lily silenced him again with her mouth, grabbing onto his belt and fiddling with the buckle. She knew exactly what day he was referring to: the night before holidays while she was on patrol, the empty classroom and the way the wood squeaked and splintered as her hips rocked on top of his, the way she shivered in release as he held her hips to guide her on his cock.

“Do it,” she breathed into his mouth, “we don’t have a lot of time but fuck it, I missed you too.”

James’ eyes went wide, pupils blown, glasses askew aiding in the visual of a man completely unhinged. His hands which had wound themselves under her skirt stalled.

“Here? By the pub bins? Where could anyone walk past?”

“You scared, Potter?”

His belt free, she easily dipped her hand into his pants, finding the source of stiffness that continued to press into her leg. At the feeling of her hot thumb rolling over his tip, he hissed.

“Fuck. Lily—I’ll do anything.”

He pushed her into the wall now, one hand gliding under her top to find her nipples erect and the other toying with her knickers, tracing the fabric back and forth between her legs. The feel of his finger drifting lightly on her center made her gasp and James caught the sound with his mouth, trying to clip any sound that would reverberate through the alley and into the main street. 

Using his finger to slide her knickers down, he pulled her skirt up enough to look between her legs. Her inner thigh was slick with her own arousal but most noticeably her usual bed of hair had been trimmed down to the skin, leaving her pink and swollen. 

“New haircut?” James cocked an eyebrow and Lily just gave a nervous laugh.

“Thought it was worth a try, it's the rage these days you know—”

“No, I don’t know—” James took his finger to gently pet the place her pubic hair once was, letting it slide down into the topmost layer of her folds. Lily bucked her hips forward and he complied with her body, continuing to stroke until he dipped the tip of his finger inside her. 

“Can I feel it with my tongue?” He whispered, nibbling on the side of her earlobe. His finger curled inside her and her hips snapped forward again. Her hand clenched harder around his cock and she felt some of his prerelease coat her hands. 

“We don’t have that kind of time, love and I get the feeling neither of us are going to last long...”

If he agreed, he didn’t say anything. Instead, his breathing had gotten more shallow as she released him out of his pants, using the new found freedom to slide her hand easily up and down his full length. 

“I don’t want you to stop—but I’m already so close, Lily. Merlin Fuck how does just your hand feel eons better—”

“Then fuck me.” 

She spoke a tone that she only had for him. Even the other men she had slept with had never evoked such a deep, yearning from her. James just did things to her she couldn’t comprehend. He knew how to do it all perfectly: how to be fast and hard yet soft and meticulous, how to talk dirty but coo adorations. He drove her absolutely mad both in person and in memory. He was right to say he was a ruined man because she felt like a ruined woman—she feared  that even if what they shared did not turn out to be love, she would never find anyone who made her feel like he did. 

James pupils dilated, mouth going slack, completely gone. What his mind was unable to process, his body was doing overtime. His fingers stilled inside her, pulling out only to grasp her hand on his cock and together line him up to her center. His other arm curled around her thigh, hoisting it up around his waist so he could lean further into her, tip now stretching her outermost entrance. 

“Alright, Evans?” He panted with a smile. She didn’t even have time to make a quip back before he pushed in, filling her until he had fully disappeared inside her, his line of pubic hair tickling where hers was no longer. 

Lily threw her arms around his neck, demanding more purchase. His hips bucked upwards, quick but steady, his body pushing her back harder into the wall to the point where she could become stable with both feet off the ground. She experimented with lifting her other leg around his waist and he grabbed her ass in both hands, propelling her forwards to slide on him. His eyes flicked from her gaze to his cock disappearing into her, mesmerized by both images. 

“Lily baby, my love, Merlin christ I missed you.” His voice was almost pleading. He buried his head into her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking. Lily let out a loud gasp but covered her mouth with her hand, realizing that any louder and they would get caught. 

“Be loud, I don’t care. Let them hear—fuck fuck.”

He was staring down between them again, but this time to watch as Lily removed her hand from her mouth to rub the tip of her clit, making small gentle movements that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. 

“I’m going to come soon James—fuck I’m already so close—how do you do this to me?”

James just made noise that came from deep within his chest, eyes still locked on the circular pattern of her hand on her clit. 

“Is that how you touched yourself when you were at home? Tell me, I need to know.”

His thrusts were getting more jagged, snapping quicker and hitting at a deeper angle inside her. Every pulse pulled a whimper from her mouth. 

“Yes—Christ James—just like that, I’m almost there.”

“Come for me Lily. Look at me and come for me and tell me what you thought about while you touched yourself like that—that’s it—”

She felt her toes curl, thighs contract against his hip bones. She snapped her eyes to his just in time for the world to bottom out from under her, body riding a wave that only James alone could create.

“Oh Christ Lily, I can feel it. Please tell me, and I’ll come inside you.”

She clenched into his hair, pulling her face up against his, riding the aftershocks.

“You, I thought about you. Your tongue, your cock, your hand, Even just the way you look after quidditch practice all sweaty and—”

He let out a groan and she felt him release inside her. He leaned his forehead against her shoulder, grasping onto her body as he shook against her. She kissed any part of him she could reach: his shoulder, his ear, his neck, fingers twirling the back of his hair as his hips teetered to a halt. 

“That was—-I don’t know if I have the capability to even say it.” 

Lily just laughed, unwrapping her legs from him, letting him slide out of her. She picked up her wand which had been strewn to the side and cast a cleaning charm before pulling her skirt back down and fixing her hair. James just leaned against the wall for a moment longer, watching her get situated with a lopsided grin, the look of a man completely smitten. 

“What’s the dopey face for?” She grabbed his cheek and he swatted her away. 

“Nothing—just happy to see you that’s all.”

Lily helped him get back to some sort of normal, using the excuse of straightening his shirt to feel up his chest one last time. 

“Happy to see you too Potter.”

 She pecked him on the lips, but as she moved away, he pulled her back for another, soft and meaningful. 

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[tis-the-boards-season]

I just saw a theatre almost entirely full of men very audibly gasp and/or moan at the site of a shirtless Hugh Jackman and let me tell you it was a religious experience

[bethanythebogwitch]

Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*

Me:

[rae-butter]

Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.

There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.

[gongyussy]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[honeysunzz]

one thing about america is that they’ll let a rapist become president before a woman

[fastepp]

Every time I see an author promoting their debut Greek mythology retelling on twitter I mourn the loss of like. To put in ineloquently. Just using these stories as inspiration for your own. Your story does not need to force itself to fit the shape of Orpheus and Eurydice it’s fine you can just allude to their story!! You can use their themes!! Nobody is going to arrest you for being allegorical instead of literal!! I might eat them alive at this point. It’s the only way.

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[gingermintpepper]

I think, perhaps one of the funniest things to come from EPIC popularising the Odyssey is that now a ton of people think Poseidon wanted to kill Odysseus.

In the Odyssey, Poseidon has no intention of killing Odysseus. In fact, part of the whole reason Zeus lets Poseidon do whatever he wants even though he thinks Odysseus is rad and should get to kiss his wife is explicitly because Poseidon had no intentions of killing Odysseus. Poseidon wanted to pay back the suffering/inconvenience blinding Polyphemus would have caused. It's a really abstract thing tbh. How do you pay back someone permanently disabling your son? Poseidon's solution was just to amputate Odysseus from his other half; i.e. Penelope. The end game was never murder, it was always an endurance race.

(Od. Book 1: Zeus reassuring Athena that he is not, in fact, a part of Odysseus Hater-Nation. Trans. Robert Fagles)

Also, for those wondering if there's any sort of in text reason for why Poseidon wasn't around in God Games - at the time in the Odyssey when Athena petitions Zeus to let Odysseus leave Calypso's island, Poseidon was -checks notes- on vacation in Ethiopia. Yep. He left to Ethiopia for a festival and thusly was very much absent for Athena's whole "please let Ody go? Please? 🥺" request.

(Od. Book 1: While Odysseus was suffering, Poseidon went to party in the east)

I am begging y'all to read the Odyssey. It's a comedy for everyone except Odysseus and Penelope who are, in fact, suffering 24/7 365.

[reipx]

This is basically what happened after Jin lan city right

[p0nyr0ni]

[collgeruledzebra]

the thing about trying to recommend fiction podcasts to someone who isn't familiar with them is that not only are so so many genres represented but also the level of production can fall anywhere from "basically an audiobook" to "major motion picture minus the pictures"

[quirinah]

she dun on my geon till i meshi

[bluegiragi]

catch up.

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