#who doesnt love throne smut?

[bellarkeex]

Reverence [Jude x Cardan]

☾ warnings: 18+, smut, throne sex, oral [fem receiving], soft/dom ish Cardan?, i'm awful at tagging we know this by now.

☾ wc: 1.6k

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☾ heyyyy long time no smut. soooo i found this in my notes from a year ago... have fun :)

With its usual throng of courtiers finally departed from their night of revelry, the throne room was the last place I'd thought to look for Cardan. 

Except there he was, relaxed across his half of our throne staring out to the empty room. His attention caught as I sneaked through the oak door, making my way to where he lounged. Soft footsteps echoing off the walls. 

My skin growing embarrassingly hot under his fixed gaze, watching my every movement while bringing a fresh glass of wine to his lips before setting it on the ground upon my approach. 

Climbing the steps of the dais, I lower myself into a mock curtsy, "Hello, my king." 

Greeting me with a smile, there's a glint I can't quite read in his dark eyes as he leans forward, reaching to cup the backs of my thighs - spreading his slightly, to pull me to stand between them. 

"Come on," Cardan chuckles softly. "I know you can go lower than that." 

I only shake my head at him playfully, running my fingers through the thick of his hair, gripping soft curls to tilt his head back a little further. 

Resting his chin against the bodice of my dress, that familiar burn shooting to my core at the deep sigh which escapes the back of his throat, any last residual tension fleeing his body. His tail coming to snake around the bottom of my calf, making sure I don't turn away. 

As though sensing my desperate yearning to close the gap between us, insistent hands guide me to settle myself onto Cardans' lap. 

With his body flush against mine, my voice comes out barely above a whisper. "I didn't expect to find you in here." 

"Were you looking?" Our faces merely a breath apart. 

"What if I were?" 

There's a beat of silence between us and I know he won't give me his answer until I surrender mine. 

"Yes." I admit, my eyes flickering to his lips, feeling much too vulnerable to keep our eye contact. “Yes, I was.” 

Cardans' smile seems to widen further at my admission, leaning in so his lips can brush against mine. "Well, then I'm glad you found me." 

An ache that I cannot suppress burns through me as gentle hands stray from my waist to roam the rest of my body. One moving to trace the curve of my hip, as Cardan entwines the other among my hair. 

Nails grasp at my skin as I kiss and nip along Cardans jaw and down his neck, little bruises materialising in my wake. Soft moans blessing me as I arch myself into him further. 

A startled gasp escaping my throat as Cardan adjusts his hips below me, his own desire evident against my core, despite the multiple layers of fabric separating us. 

Far too many layers, I realise, the wild need to shed every inch of his clothing becoming overwhelming. 

Moving to pull at the laces of his trousers, Cardan pauses me. Bringing my hand to his lips to kiss the light scar running across my palm, before lifting me into his arms to settle me gently on the edge of his throne, before taking to his knees before me. 

Cardan Greenbriar, High King of Elfhame, who kneels before nobody but his Queen. 

Golden rays from the rising sun gleam through the thin panes of crystal, bathing his skin. Morning beams accentuating the gold rims of his irises and the smeared metallic atop his cheekbones. Though he is on the floor, he appears no less powerful. Maybe even more so, the smirk he wears a reminder of the power he holds in this moment. 

"It is you I revere, my Jude." Whispering against the fabric of my dress. 

My chest heaves as Cardan continues his devotion down my body, pulling the fabric at the front of my dress to expose my breasts. Grasping one into his hand, squeezing my nipple while circling the other with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. 

Shocks of pleasure radiating from deep within me, ankles wrapping around his waist pulling him closer. A silent plea for more. 

"All you have to do is ask." Cardan chuckles against my skin, catching my eyes once more. "Tell me what you want from me, my love." 

"I wan-." 

Sentences swallowed by the surprised moan which escapes me. By the pressure of Cardans' fingertips forming circles against my clit, fingertips I hadn't noticed him sneaking under my dress. 

Pulling my hand from his hair, clapping it over my mouth, attempting to stifle the sound which escapes me. 

"None of that." Cardan affirms, pulling my hand away from my mouth. "I want to hear you, Jude, I will hear you. Now, why don't you tell me what you want." 

The words struggle to form in my mouth, his hand between my thighs slowing down torturously the longer I don't speak. 

Forcing myself to try focus, pushing past the vulnerability, "I want you." 

"Oh, that I know." His gaze unwavering, as he slides a single finger inside me. "I can feel as much." 

"Cardan." His own blush hitting his cheeks at the sound of his name, my voice a breathy mess, "Please." 

Cardan, kneeling to a higher eye level and bringing his hand to caress the side of my cheekbone, "You're going to have to be more specific," his eyes that of a man seeing the stars for the first time. 

"I want you to f-." His stare so intimate, I'd believe him if he said he could see straight through to my soul. 

"I want to feel-." 

"That's it, my dangerous wife." Finally adding a second finger, curling both inside me. 

"I want to feel your mouth, your tongue." I breathe, involuntarily pushing my hips up against the pleasure; hoping to find some more friction. 

Placing a single kiss to my jaw, Cardan continues his descent, a lazy smile on his face. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" His voice laced with sarcasm. 

Cardans free hand slipping behind my thighs, resting them atop his shoulders to be cushioned by the feathered shoulders of his tunic. There is no attempt from Cardan to hide his smirk at every patch of red which is revealed the further he pushes up my dress. Kissing each patch, new and old, before swiping his tongue against my folds. 

Hot pleasure builds in my gut at Cardans unyielding reverence, tongue and fingers at an inhuman speed. 

"Look at me, Jude." 

There is no glamour in his words, not that it would work, but I feel compelled regardless. 

Pulling my head up, my gaze meets his. Hand pressed firm to my lower stomach, but still letting me grind against his tongue. He looks beautiful like this, kneeled before me ever so willingly, I know it would pain me I ever forgot this. His lips stained from both wine and my arousal, tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I'm scolded with shocks of pleasure. 

"Cardan," his name a string of prayers on my lips only urging him on further as I continue to shake around him. 

Refusing to let up only until I'm gripping for his collar, dragging him up my body, thighs dropping from his shoulders. 

"Would you like a taste?" His fingers shining with my slick hover above my lips, "It's divine." 

Insatiable hunger only heightened from the sweetness Cardan is pushing past my lips, letting me taste myself off his fingers. 

"I need more. I need all of you." I barley manage, tugging to rid him of his tunic. 

"Of course, my love." Helping himself out of the rest of his clothing before taking my place for himself and resting me atop him. 

Bruising fingertips cling to my hips. Overwhelming pleasure drowning out the small burn of stretch as I sink myself onto him, a deep groan reverberating through his chest at the feel of me. 

"Feel so good," Cardans' words slink down my spine. "Always so good for me." 

Rolling his hips beneath me, until he is fully situated inside me. I cannot help but match his movements, tipping my forehead to rest against his own - a tangle of limbs together on our throne. Cupping Cardans face to capture his lips with mine, I am acutely aware that anybody could stumble upon us any minute, but much too bridled by sheer desire to care. My body alight as he repeatedly hits that spot only he can reach, throat hoarse from the sounds only he can illicit from within me. Beads of sweat drip from my brow, mixing with his own. 

“Did you like the sight of me kneeling before you?” Cardans breath hot against my already burning skin. 

Gods, I did. An abundance of visions flooding my mind of all the times he’s gone to his knees before me, and all the times he will in the years to come. Before, and after, he takes me. And he knows. Gods, he always knows. 

A soft chuckle pulling from him as I can only whine in response before a blinding pleasure devours me and I’m pulsing around him, tears leaking from my eyes. His own movements becoming desperate, almost feral, before shuddering beneath me and spilling himself inside me. A final few thrusts to stop the sheer amount of his arousal leaking from me. 

Dragging a finger along the panes of his toned torso, my exhausted muscles giving up on me, I collapse my head to rest between his collarbone & jaw. We should move. Should pull our clothes back on and make our way back to our room before someone discovers us. But with Cardan lazily fingering soothing circles into my back, gazing down at me, my body softening against his despite myself. 

"You're beautiful." Speaking more to himself than to me, that stupid smile on his face, the softness in his voice a caress down my spine – we're not moving any time soon. 

[manmuncher777]

Visiting kuna while he’s in prison. Eughhhh 😈😈😈 especially if he gotta go buzz 😩

Awh hell yeah nonnie, you just like me fr. Enjoy my love🌟🌟

18+ MDNI SMUT

“I-I” you stuttered out, unable to come up with an explanation that might soothe the feral man beneath you. Nothing good coming to mind

“You-You. You what sweetheart?” His gruff voice rings in your ears, snapping you out of your brain fog. Visiting your boyfriend in prison had it benefits. Especially when hes a well known gang member. It allows for certain perks. Like him being allowed to have your visits in his room, a room that he doesnt have to share. For this you were very glad, seeing as you were straddling sukuna on his bunk, having a very private conversation.

“Come on baby, use that big girl brain of yours and tell me, I wanna know.” Sukuna had been in prison for months now, and each night you were getting lonelier and lonelier. And of one of the nights you were missing him… badly. Deciding to write him a letter, describing exactly how badly you needed him, what you wanted him to do to you, and if that wasnt enough you included a few photos of yourself to show him how much you missed him. Only that had now backfired on you as you realised you had riled up an imprisoned man, and now you were going to have to face the consequences

“ I wanna know exactly what you were thinking when you sent that to me.” Huge hands that previously rested on your hips now travelling to your ass, holding the flesh tight through your skirt. Pressing you down onto his growing buulge that was highly visible in his orange jumpsuit

“Because to me, thats just not fair, teasing me with those fucking Polaroids, looking all pretty and shit when you come and see me.”

“Kuna…” your voice trailed off, unsure of what to say. No actual words flowing though your minds, only filthy thoughts of the man beneath you. Face flushing as he speaks. All you can do is try and focus on what hes saying to you, but that same feeling if need you had the other night is now crawling up your spine, soaking your little panties.

But Sukuna wasnt happy with that reaction, he wanted more from you. He wanted to get you as needy as you had made him that night.

The air in Sukuna’s cell is thick, charged, the tension palpable. His hands, lazily resting on your ass, don’t move—but his smirk? That deep, knowing smirk is a weapon in itself. He lounges against the cold wall like a king on his throne, utterly at ease.

And yet, it’s you who feels trapped.

Because his eyes, dark with amusement and something far more dangerous, trace the curve of your lips, the flutter of your lashes, the way your breath hitches every time he exhales against your skin. He’s enjoying this—enjoying you—and he hasn’t even touched you properly yet.

If you weren’t going to talk about the letter, he was just going to have to tease it out of you.

“So,” he purrs, tilting his head. “A little bird tells me you’ve been thinking about me.”

Your body tenses at his words, mind buzzing with so many thoughts, but you force yourself to answer him, doing your best to cling onto he little resolve you have left. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His chuckle is low, taunting. “Oh, don’t play coy now, sweetheart. Not after that filthy little letter you sent me.” His fingers flex against your thighs, not quite gripping, just there, a reminder of how easily he could control the situation if he wanted to. “What was it you said? You couldn’t stop thinking about me—” he drags the words out, watching your reaction closely, “—about my hands on you?”

Your stomach twists, heat rushing up your neck. “I—I didn’t—”

“Oh, you did.” His grin widens, razor-sharp. “You even described exactly what you wanted me to do to you.” His eyes darken as he leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. “Such a dirty little thing, putting it all in writing. You wanted me to read it and ache for you, is that it?”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you try to push away, but his hands slide up to your waist, keeping you firmly in place. Not squeezing, not forcing, just holding—a warning.

He tilts his head, feigning concern. “Look at you. All flustered. You weren’t so shy when you were begging on paper.”

You suck in a sharp breath. “I wasn’t—”

“You were.” His lips are so close now, brushing against the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “Should I remind you exactly what you wrote? Word for word?”

You shake your head quickly, a rush of embarrassment flooding through you, but he just hums in amusement.

“Mm. No? Shame. It was my favorite bedtime story.” His tongue clicks, mock disappointment laced in his tone. Then, with deliberate slowness, he exhales against your neck, letting his breath ghost over your skin. “I wonder… if I touched you now, would I find you as eager as you claimed to be?”

Your breath stutters, thighs instinctively pressing together, pressing yourself onto the bulge beneath you. And that’s all the reaction he needs.

His smirk sharpens. “Ahh… There she is.”

And you realize—he’s not done playing with you yet. Not even close.

“Now what was it you said?…:His hips subtly shifting upwards into your, pressing himself deeper into you. Knowing it was driving you wild. Fake pondering as he recalled your writing “You wanted my fingers, because yours couldn’t stretch out that pretty little pussy like mine do.”

“I- um” your eyes flit about the room, struggling to stay locked on his, his predatory gaze watching your every move

“How badly you missed my cock, deep inside” One of his hands trailing around to press on your tummy gently, right where his cock would show when he fucked you.

The words dying in your throat as he gives you a Cheshire Cat like grin. You were fucked.

“Tell me girl, did I get that right?” His pearly white teeth flashing as he spoke, fully aware he already knew the answer.

A small nod was all you could muster. But that was enough for him.

Sukuna’s hands slide lower, skimming the hem of your skirt, and you feel the ghost of his touch against your thighs—light, teasing, deliberate. He hasn’t even moved to lift it yet, but you swear your breath is already hitching, anticipation coiling tight in your stomach.

“What’s this?” he murmurs, dragging the tips of his fingers along the fabric. “Wearing something so short to see me… were you hoping I’d take it off?”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

Sukuna chuckles darkly, his grip finally tightening, just enough to make you squirm. “Come on, sweetheart. You had all that confidence when you wrote to me. Tell me…” His fingers inch under the fabric, knuckles brushing against your bare skin. “Did you get wet thinking about me touching you like this?”

A sharp gasp escapes you as he pushes your skirt up, exposing more of your thighs. The cool air kisses your overheated skin, and you reflexively grab his wrist, a weak attempt at stopping him.

He laughs at the gesture—deep, rich, cruel.

“Oh? Now you want to act shy?” His other hand trails up your back, slow and possessive. “Should I stop?” His voice is a mockery of innocence, but the look in his eyes is pure hunger.

Your silence betrays you.

His smirk deepens. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

And then—so agonizingly slow—you feel him peel your skirt down, the fabric dragging over your thighs, your knees, your ankles until it’s gone, discarded on the floor.

Sukuna leans back against the wall, gaze devouring the sight of you. “Now, that’s better.” His hands settle on your now-bare thighs, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath catch. “You look much prettier like this, trembling in my lap.”

His lips curl as he watches you, his next words laced with dark amusement.

Sukuna hums, dragging his palms up your thighs, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath catch. He spreads his legs a little wider beneath you, making sure you feel the hard press of him beneath you, and fuck, you can’t stop the way your body tenses at the realization.

His smirk deepens. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His fingers skim higher, brushing over your inner thigh—light, teasing, barely there. “You were so bold with those little Polaroids… don’t tell me you’re already getting shy?”

You bite your lip, trying to glare at him, but it only makes his smirk widen.

Sukuna leans in close, lips ghosting against your ear. “Tell me,” he murmurs, voice dropping into something dark and syrupy, “when you wrote that letter… were your fingers between your legs?”

A sharp inhale. Your whole body heats at the question, and the moment you hesitate, his hand slides up—fingers just grazing over the heat between your legs.

Your hips jolt instinctively, and he fucking laughs. You can feel your mind slowly slipping with each passing moment, struggling to keep composure

“Ohh, you were, weren’t you?” He clicks his tongue, amused. “You really laid in bed, all alone, spreading your legs and touching yourself while thinking about me?”

You should deny it. You should push away that smug grin of his, but the way his fingers press a little firmer against your clothed core makes any coherent thought vanish. Prickles of pleasure flow up your skin as you finally get the touch you had been missing.

He watches you struggle, loves how easily he’s unraveling you. “Didn’t even have me, and you still came all over your own fingers, huh?” His voice is so mocking, so cruelly sweet, and then—without warning—his fingers slip beneath the fabric of your underwear.

Your breath stutters.

Sukuna exhales a low tch the second he feels it. “Holy fuck.” His fingers slide through the slick heat of your needy cunt, languid, slow, as if testing just how drenched you are for him. His smirk sharpens. “You’re soaking.”

You bite back a whimper as he drags his fingers through your folds, spreading your wetness, moving in agonizingly slow strokes that make your thighs twitch. His free hand grips your waist, keeping you still in his lap

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he mutters, mostly to himself, the edge of a chuckle laced in his words. “Knew you’d be a mess for me.”

And then, just when your body starts to tense, when you need more, he pulls his hand away.

You make a noise of protest before you can stop yourself, and he grins. “Oh? You want more?” His slick fingers trace teasing circles against your inner thigh, refusing to give you what you so clearly need. “Then ask for it, sweetheart.”

Your pride fights against the growing, unbearable ache. You try to grind against his thigh instead, desperate for any kind of friction, but his hands are there, holding you in place.

“Ah, ah,” Sukuna tuts, dragging his tongue over his teeth. “You’re not getting shit until I hear you beg for it properly.”

His fingers stroke your thigh again—so fucking close, but still not enough.

You shudder, swallowing your pride. “Please.”

His smirk darkens. “Louder.”

You glare at him, breath shaky. “Please, Sukuna—”

And fuck, that’s all he needed.

He shoves his hand back between your legs, two fingers sliding inside you in one slow, deep stroke—so smooth, so effortless, your walls stretching around him as if your body was made to take him.

You choke on a gasp, clenching down around his fingers, and he groans against your ear. “Ohhh, there it is,” he mutters, voice thick with satisfaction. “That pretty little cunt was just waiting to be filled, huh?”

His fingers pump into you at a leisurely pace, dragging along every sensitive spot inside you, curling slightly with every deep stroke. Your head tips back, breathless, aching, because it’s still not enough.

Sukuna’s fingers work you open slowly, deliberately, making sure you feel every deep stroke, every lazy curl of his fingers against that spot inside you that makes your legs tremble. His other hand is firm on your waist, keeping you exactly where he wants you, making sure you don’t squirm away from his relentless teasing.

“Fuck,” he groans, watching the way your body reacts to him, the way your walls clench around his fingers every time he drags them out just to push them back in, deeper, rougher. “You’re so tight. Haven’t been properly fucked in a while, huh?”

You whimper, clutching at his shoulders, your thighs tensing around his hips. He smirks. “Poor baby,” he muses, voice dropping, “Makin me feel bad for not being there to fuck you properly”

He buries his fingers inside you to the knuckle, pressing against the soft, spongy spot deep inside you that has you gasping, nails digging into his skin.

“Ahh, there it is,” he laughs. “That’s the spot, huh?” His fingers curl again, harder, pulling a sharp cry from your lips. “Yeah. I can feel you squeezing me so fucking tight. You gonna cum for me already?”

Your head tips back, your body rocking forward instinctively, chasing every stroke of his fingers, aching for more. But Sukuna sees it, sees you getting desperate, and instead of giving you what you need, he slows down.

Your breath stutters, a frustrated whine spilling from your throat as he deliberately drags out every motion, keeping you right on the edge without letting you tip over.

Sukuna grins against your throat, teeth grazing your skin. “Tch. Look at you,” he murmurs, amused. “So fucking needy.”

He presses a kiss to your pulse, almost mockingly sweet. Then, with a slow, devastating thrust of his fingers, he curls them just right—just deep enough, just sharp enough—

And you break.

Your whole body tenses, pleasure ripping through you as your walls flutter around his fingers, your breath coming in broken, stuttering gasps as the tension inside you snaps. Your thighs shake against his hips, your nails scraping down his arms as you ride it out, grinding helplessly into his hand as he works you through it.

Sukuna groans, his free hand gripping your waist as you tremble against him. “That’s it,” he murmurs, drinking in the sight of you coming apart in his lap. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. So fucking messy.”

His fingers don’t stop until your body jerks from oversensitivity, and only then does he pull them out—slow, teasing, dragging it out just to watch you shudder.

Then he brings them to his lips.

You watch, dazed, as he licks the slick from his fingers, humming thoughtfully as he tastes you. His eyes darken, tongue dragging over the pad of his thumb as he smirks.

“Always miss your taste sweets.”

He tilts his head, gaze flickering over your wrecked expression. “Think you’re ready for my cock now?”=

Sukuna’s fingers leave you aching, your thighs still trembling from the aftershocks, but he doesn’t give you a moment to recover. No, he just smirks, eyes burning as he watches you struggle to catch your breath, utterly wrecked in his lap.

Then, with a sharp grip on your hips, he grinds up against you, letting you feel just how painfully hard he is beneath you.

You whimper, hips jerking forward instinctively, and Sukuna groans low in his throat, his fingers tightening against your skin. “Ohh, fuck,” he drawls, head tipping back for a second before his gaze snaps back to you, hungry, dark with something ravenous. “You feel that, sweetheart?”

You can barely think, let alone answer.

He chuckles, teeth flashing. “Of course you do. You’re already rocking against it, huh?” His hands guide your hips, forcing you to grind against his length, the thick heat of it pressing between your slick folds. “Tch. So fucking desperate.”

Your breath shatters as he moves your hips again, forcing more friction against your already aching clit, and the sensation sends lightning through your veins.

“You gonna let me fuck you now?” Sukuna mutters against your ear, voice thick with amusement, but fucking starving at the same time. “You got me so hard, you better be ready to take it.”

He shifts beneath you, one hand reaching down to free himself, and when you feel the hot, heavy weight of his cock slap against your slick folds—thick, unrelenting, already leaking at the tip—your whole body shudders.

Sukuna smirks. “Ohh, I know you’re wet enough for it, but—” He grips his cock, dragging the head through your soaked folds, coating himself in your slick but not pushing in. “—I wanna hear you beg for it first.”

You whimper, grinding down against the head of his cock, desperate, but he just laughs.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Be a good girl and tell me how bad you want it.” He presses his tip just against your entrance, teasing, mocking, but refuses to give you more. “Or else I’ll make you sit here and fucking wait for it.”

His free hand tightens in your hair, yanking your head back slightly, his mouth grazing your throat.

“You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

His cock nudges at your entrance again, but still—still—he doesn’t push in.

And with the way your body is aching, the way his fingers are digging into your hips, the way his breath is so fucking heavy against your skin—

You know.

He’s going to make you beg for it.

And he won’t stop until you’re screaming his name

But you can’t help it—your body is on fire, still desperate for him, and every breath feels like it’s drawing you closer to the edge again. Sukuna leans back, his smirk never fading as he watches you struggling to even form a coherent sentence at this point

“Missed your cock so bad Kuna~” you whine out pathetically, hoping he would show you mercy and give you exactly what you had been craving

Sukuna chuckles, low and dark. “You really thought I’d let you get off that easy? Tch, you’re adorable.” His hand snakes around to your back, fingers digging into the soft skin there, and he pulls you closer��pressing your body flush against his. The heat of his skin, the weight of him, it drives you wild all over again.

His lips brush against your ear, his voice a gravelly whisper. “You’re going to take every inch of me, aren’t you?” His words send a shiver down your spine. “All that teasing? I’ve been waiting for you to beg for me. You wanted me, now you’re going to take it.”

With a sudden, fluid motion, he grips your thighs, pushing you higher up his lap. You feel the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing, just barely brushing you. His smirk is cruel as he watches your face flush with the need. “Go on, sweetheart. Show me how much you want me.”

You don’t need him to say it twice. With a sharp, needy gasp, you push down onto him, feeling his length stretch you, fill you as you sink down slowly, painfully, inch by inch. The stretch is almost too much, but the ache is exactly what you’ve been craving.

Sukuna’s eyes close for a moment, his lips parting in a low groan as he feels you grip him. “Fuck, that’s it. Such a tight little cunt. So fucking perfect for me.”

You rock your hips, hands gripping his shoulders for support as you start to move, his body perfectly aligned beneath you. Each thrust you make is slow, deliberate, a mix of pleasure and need, the way his hands dig into your skin, urging you on. His grip tightens with every movement, guiding you, making you feel every inch of him as he shifts beneath you.

But he doesn’t let you forget he’s still in control. “You’re so fucking desperate,” he mutters, voice thick with lust. “Cumming on my fingers like that, and now you can’t even think straight. Pathetic.”

Your body shudders with each word, the way his cock fills you deep, pushing you to the edge of insanity. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. You push harder, riding him, needing more, needing everything.

Sukuna’s hand finds your throat, squeezing lightly, not enough to choke you, but enough to make your breath catch in your throat as he pulls you forward. “Come on. You’re close, aren’t you?” His voice is low, commanding. “Beg for it. Tell me how much you need it.”

“P-Please! Kuna, need it so bad”

The way Sukuna’s hands grip your hips, guiding your movements as he watches you unravel, it feels like he’s claiming every inch of you—every piece of your will, your dignity, your ability to think straight. He’s controlling the rhythm now, forcing you to take him deep, making you feel every inch of him. His eyes are intense, burning with something darker than lust—something deeper, something possessive.

“Look at you,” Sukuna growls, his chest rising with every breath. “I’ve waited so long for this. You… you make me wait, tease me, and now you’re finally giving in. Isn’t that right?”

You can barely form a coherent thought, your mind spinning, body on fire, each movement more desperate than the last. But Sukuna doesn’t care. He’s not slowing down. He’s chasing his own pleasure now, pushing you harder, deeper, rougher, making you feel every inch of his cock, every thrust.

“You like that, huh?” Sukuna snarls, pulling your body flush against his, his teeth grazing your neck as he watches you struggle to keep up. “You love to tease me while im locked up in here”

His words only seem to make it worse, your body clenching around him with the reminder of what started all this. He remembers, and now you’re paying for it.

“I’ve missed you,” he admits, almost as though he’s surprised by it himself. His voice drops low, and for the briefest moment, there’s a sincerity to his tone that almost makes you forget he’s the King of Curses. “Missed how you taste. How you feel. How good you are to me. How you stayed with me”

He doesn’t give you time to process the weight of his words. Instead, he slams into you harder, faster, your body shaking with each thrust. He’s relentless—determined to take every ounce of control, making sure you’re his.

Your body is a mess of sensation, the pressure building, rising higher and higher with every thrust, every growl of his voice. The way his hands are gripping your body—like he’s scared you’ll slip away, like he’s afraid of losing you all over again—pushes you to the edge.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers against your ear, his voice thick with lust. “Tight. Perfect.” His grip tightens, and you feel him hit even deeper, the force of it pushing you toward the brink.

You can barely think now, only feeling—only craving the release that’s so close but seems just out of reach. His words—his confession of missing you, his twisted affection—sends something raw through you, unraveling every last shred of control you had left.

And then, without warning, he shifts his grip, pulling you harder down onto him, and that’s all it takes. The pressure inside you snaps. The orgasm rips through you in waves, overwhelming your senses, and you let out a ragged cry as you come apart in his lap. Your body shudders, spasms of pleasure wracking you as he holds you steady, refusing to let you go, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

Sukuna doesn’t stop, though—his thrusts become more frantic, chasing his own release, but he doesn’t let go of you for even a second. His fingers dig into your skin, pulling you closer to him as he moves faster, his voice rougher now.

“Fuck,” he groans, his movements becoming more erratic. “You’re so fucking perfect. Cumming on my cock like the perfect girl you are”

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he’s there, spilling inside you, his body shuddering as he grinds against you, his breath hot against your skin. For a moment, he just holds you, both of you tangled up in the aftermath, trying to catch your breath.

His hand slides to your back, holding you close. “I’m not letting you go,” he mutters, almost like a promise—or a warning.

You can barely respond, your body still trembling from the intensity, but you feel him stiffen slightly, his grip tightening even more possessively around you. His lips brush your ear again. “You’re mine, you know.”

[s0apmactav1sh]

Part 2 of Widowed!King!Price x Devoted!Knight Reader.

Knight!You who suddenly finds yourself wandering the castle during the night after your conversation with Price unable to stop the words that were constantly repeating within your mind. Why had the king seemed so interested on why you hadnt any body? Did he not appreciate your willingness to deprive yourself of the love and touch of another so you wouldnt worry more about them than him?

Of course you were constantly distracted now, letting guards you sparred with take you down so easily all over being stuck inside your own head. And this wasnt sitting right with King!Price who was wondering why his prized knight now suddenly couldnt beat the other royal guards like you used to.

King!Price who ends up calling you to a meeting in his chambers. Forget the throne room or his royal office. His chambers were where he'd like to speak to you. And like the loyal soldier you were, you were there on the dot entering in after he gave you permission. Other guards and servants around the castle certainly found this strange but it was by the request of your king.

King!Price who doesnt even allow you to speak your reasons. He's just so disappointed that youve lowered your standards. Thats not what a knights meant to do and he makes sure you know that in the most humilating way possible. By having you on your knees looking up at him while he smiles down at you, your head tilted up by the grasp he has on your hair. And its not to be mean, no Price could never. Your his prized knight after all.

"Wheres that devotion gone? Have you suddenly lost it. Is that why your letting those pathetic guards beat you down?"

At that he can see the shame that washes over your face. He wasnt meant to see or hear about your faults. You were meant to be perfect in his eyes no matter the cost. Didnt he understand that the only reason you were acting the way you were was because of him. Your loyalty and devotion for your king ran as deep as the oceans and nothing could change that. So how could you make it up to him? How could you get rid of that disappointed look in his eyes that was practically like the devils glare to you. By offering yourself to him.

"No. My king. Please my devotion and loyalty still lays in your palms. Take what you need of me. Leave me as nothing more than filth if you please, just dont be disappointed in me."

And as those words came tumbling from your lips King!Price knew he had you. He would always have you. Even if any others came along and tried having you for themselves he knew your eyes would always stray back to him because he was your god. You worshipped the ground he walked on, took in his words like water and kept the sight of him embeeded in your brain just for a reminder that he was your king.

Plus who was to blame him when he accepted your offer of yourself? He had already been without a warm body in his bed for a few months because of his late husbands death. What did it matter that he filled that empty spot beside him with your body instead. What did it matter that he filled himself with your cock at the end of every day to make up for the months without any relief.

And like the devoted knight you were, you complied with his ever ask. If he needed you youd remove yourself from your duties, replacing yourself with a capable knight to continue them to rush to him and give him exactly what he wanted. Which more than likely was your cock in his hole while he worked, relaxed or even when he was "napping". You would always come running and he knew it.

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Am have this Ig? Does it tie in with the last part not at all. I literally need to sleep 😭 its been nearly 3 days without and im barely able to register whag I wrote. Ill make a part 3 in a few days thats just smut for this.

@rodolfoparras

[tallulah477]

loving how fleshed out this royalty au is getting KFNFNFDN and see i cant be descriptive like u my brain cant do all that LMFAO i love ur writing style for this and overall

but oml i imagine their first time would be after a heated argument its midnight everyone but the guards and a few employees are asleep and here loak and princess!reader are having a huge argument (basically a lot of confessing of how they both didnt want this marriage to be a thing stuff like that) and theres a quick pause between them bc theyre catching their breaths from arguing sm and they just start full on making out though princess!reader is super inexperienced and os trying to keep up with loak whose had a few one night stands here and there

loak telling her how pretty she looks pissed off at him (and everyone), how no one would put up with her attitude (not even neteyam) but him bc he finds it hot lw — meanwhile her brain is malfunctioning bc hes touching her everywhere and its getting her all hot

and when they do start fucking? as much as i would like for him to be put in her place for being a brat i 100% believe he would be super soft (yet still dominate) their first time, loak who already has had a few ons and is usually just there to fuck and dip actually takes his time with his future wife

eating her out, fingering her trying to stretch her out to fit him while his other hand was on her stomache to pin her down and shes covering her mouth so they wont get caught

and when he puts it in he goes slow, watching her reaction, kissing her temple, cheeks, eyelids anywhere saying shes taking him so well, how she was made for him, how he cant wait to have more nights like this with her - lots of praises which she cant handle bc shes not use too it and shes getting all flustered as shes getting fucked lol her nails digging into his forearms or going down his back - her eyes rolling to the back if her head bc he feels so good and so full

and loak making out with her so she wont moan too loud (he doesnt really care if they caught but she knows her reputation within high society is kind of bad so anything to avoid a scandal for his future wife <333)

— 🤍

The way this past week has kept me so busy and all I could think about was your asks 😩 😩 😩

Me too, babes! I’m living for this AU lmao. Idk though, you seem like you’re doing a great job at being descriptive 👀 but I’m glad that you’re liking my input. I think we make a good team!

Everyone knows you’re the mastermind behind this AU though, I’m just here for the ride lol 🧡

Catch up on the story:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Extra: One | Two

CW:// Smut

Their emotions are so high!

This has been a long time coming - it's been nearly a year of back and forth. Nearly a year of glaring, of snide comments and sneering remarks as they're forced together 'for the good of the kingdom'. Nearly a year of heated arguments and even more heated glances that catch on the a long column of throat or the swell of a breast.

It's getting close to that time when Jake and Neytiri are set to step down from the throne. Both Lo'ak and Princess are old enough to take their place. Princess has been trained her whole life for this, she's ready - knows the ins and outs of royal life and how to handle foreign dignitaries and council issues without even having to bat her perfectly curled eyelashes. Lo'ak, on the other hand . . . well, he's good enough. He still learning; it will take YEARS for him to fully learn everything that Neteyam had been taught to do and handle since the moment he was born. But he's getting there - he's much smarter and more capable than his parents or Princess ever give him credit for.

But it's still intense. Nerves are getting the better of them, their anxiety is through the roof. The stress that they're going to fuck up somehow is making them worried and frustrated and they're snapping at each other even more than usual. If Lo'ak messes up, it's going to be proof to him and his parents (and the entire kingdom) that he will never be as good as his brother, and he hates that he can't even go one day without being compared to Neteyam. If Princess messes up, her life is over. Lo'ak would be upset if he messed up, but he would be okay. But she's a woman, and worse - she's a woman trying to maintain a position of power. She already has people rooting for her to fail. If this goes south for her, just one mess up, and she's done.

So they're both not feeling their best when they return to their rooms after their official engagement ball. They were paraded around, told to be quiet, to stick to the speeches written for them, to "Smile, for God's sake! Can you at least act like you like each other?"

The were forced to roam the ballroom, arm and arm, large smiles plastered on their faces as they talk to important person after important person, answering the same questions over and over and over again.

"Are you excited? You should feel very blessed,"

"How do you feel stepping into your brother's shoes?"

"Have you heard from Prince Neteyam at all?"

"Is it true he ran away with a maid?"

"How long after your marriage and coronation can we expect an heir?"

They danced together, bodies moving to the rhythm of the perfectly performed orchestra as they twirl together almost seamlessly across the shiny ballroom floor. Their eyes don't leave each other as they dance, spinning to the music and seeming to notice nothing else around them except for each other before the coda plays and the dance comes to an end. They bow and curtsey respectively, eyes narrowing briefly at the other as they both try to push the annoying thought of how effortless the entire piece was and what that might signify.

Lo'ak's not in his room for five minutes when a knock on the door sounds. He's still in his fancy clothes, and the only thing he's managed to remove is his waistcoat. He's still working on unbuttoning his ruffled shirt when Princess's maid enters his bedchamber.

"My Prince, my Princess is requesting your presence,"

Lo'ak frowns. "For what?"

"She would like to discuss with you some matters regarding tomorrow's meeting with the council members,"

"No," Lo'ak scoffs. "I'm tired. We can talk tomorrow."

The older woman nods, understanding. "Yes, my Prince. However, my Lady does want me to insist and remind you that she has been training for this life far longer than you have and it is within your best interest to heed her suggestions,"

Lo'ak's hands drop from his shirt, a deep growl bursting from his throat at the slight coming from an infuriating girl currently located across the castle. He barrels past the maid, cutting through hallways until he's outside Princess's door. His knock is rough and angry, and she's still in her ball gown when she answers, a small smirk playing at her lips with a cocky, "Oh, good. You're here,"

"You summoned me?"

She has about two seconds to gloat and take pride in his pissed off expression before he's yelling at her. Harsh words spill from his lips - "you're a spoiled brat" "you're nothing without me" "You wouldn't have this chance anymore since Neteyam left if not for me,". The words aren't new, he's said them before - but this time they hit harder, and her carefully crafted visage of complete emotional stability and self control come crumbling down around them.

She's yelling at him back, interrupting his scathing words and spitting her own about how he'll never be like his brother, how if she leaves then it will be on him to look as a failure in front of his father, how she doesn't even want this marriage, never wanted it, but she has to if she ever wants any kind of a life.

They're both breathing heavy when the yelling stops, glaring daggers at each other as they try to calm their breathing. She can't help when her eyes trail down to his torso, taking in the fully unbuttoned shirt hanging open around his muscular chest, mixed metal necklaces contrasting nicely against his dark skin. His eyes are on her too, locked onto the soft swell of her breasts heaving in the tight corset top of her dress.

It's pure instinct as they come together, neither one making the active decision to lunge forward and press their lips together. Yet, here they are - in the middle of the quiet hallway, Lo'ak gripping Princess's face in his hands as her own latch onto the strong muscles of his arms through his frilly shirt.

Lo'ak's mouth on hers is sure and practiced, moving against hers with the expertise of someone who has had his fair share of women. He licks at the seam of her own trembling lips, letting out a soft breath at the shaky moan he receives for his efforts and bites gently at her plump bottom lip.

Princess's head is reeling, nervousness and desire pooling in her chest and making her shake against him. She doesn't know what she's doing, and it shows through her inexperience as she desperately tries to keep up with Lo'ak as his tongue curls against hers. And, despite the heated screaming match that brought them to this point, he's surprisingly gentle with her.

It's only when they part, just enough for them to breath, that Princess realizes they're now alone in her room. At some point during their kissing, Lo'ak must have walked them in and closed the door behind them, shielding them from any prying eyes who may have stumbled upon them even in the dead of night. She feels something build in her heart at the realization he did it for her.

She doesn't expect to lose her virginity that night. She always thought it would happen on her wedding day and even then it would be something that she has to do - an obligation that comes with the role of a future Queen. She's never wanted someone like that before.

But here with Lo'ak, it's different. He's looking at her, head tilted down as she stares up at him, his dark eyes boring into hers so dark she can practically see her own flushed reflection starting back at her. And she wants.

And then they're kissing again, slow and gentle and oh so good. Her hands slide up the flat planes of his stomach, fingertips caressing the soft skin so lightly as she drags them up and around that they tickle his ribs. His hands are back on her face, large palms cradling her cheeks, thumbs dragging slowly under her eyes as she sighs into his mouth.

Without thinking, her hands push off his opened shirt, sliding the fabric from his shoulders. His lips move down to her neck, kissing at the delicate skin and sucking on her hammering pulse point as she gasps. His hands move to the back of her dress, playing with the zigzagging ties and loosening them up with skilled fingers. She holds her breath as her dress slides off, self-consciously avoiding Lo'ak's gaze as he marvels at her naked body.

"You're so beautiful," He whispers, breathless, and she knows he means it.

He prepares her properly, like a true gentleman. Licking up her juices as he eats her out, sucking on her clit to hear her pretty moans but biting on her thigh in reprimand when she gets too loud. His tongue dips inside her and her thighs squeeze his head as she shoves her hand over her own mouth in an effort to quiet herself.

He makes her cum twice before he even gets his pants off. Once on his tongue, his eyes rolling back into his head at the taste of her orgasm, and once on his fingers, carefully pushing them into her drenched cunt, mindful of the fact that she's nervous and definitely hasn't done this before. His fingers curl inside her, thumb playing with her clit as he stretches her out to take his cock, whispering sweet praises in her ear about how perfect she is, how she's so fucking beautiful when she's angry and how hot he gets for her when she's pissed at him.

And when he pushes inside her, groaning in pleasure at the feel of her wet, warm walls hugging his cock, he kisses the tears from her face and praises her more. He tells her how he's dreamed about her, how she's doing such a good job, being such a good girl for him and taking him so well. He starts up a slow tempo, a gentle rocking of his hips against hers as he moves inside her, cock dragging against her gummy walls as she whines and moans, nails digging into his back as she tries to pull him even closer, overwhelmed by the very feel of him. She feels so good, so full - so so full. His cock is so deep inside her, rubbing a special spot inside her that she didn't know she had but makes her see stars.

"You wouldn't have been happy with Neteyam," He moans, and he shocks himself with how quickly the realization hits him. "You were made for me,"

(HELP the way this is long enough to be an actual fic lmao)

(Side note: what does lw mean?? Cannot for the life of me figure it out 😂)

[stay-midnight]

hello hello hehe

. . . (dots next to eachother so not as long but its still kind of long and sorry 😭-)

i'd like to first just say that i wish i could have voted for both divine amusement and snowswept tails in the poll lmao !

anyways-anger sex mixed with fox magic?? the reader taking in an skz member who got lost and jeongin gets jealous is 🤧🤧🤧for example, let's say its hyunjin who got lost and jeongin is threatened by him, mostly cause of his good looks and all and seeing reader care for him is driving him mad...reader at this point is ofc aware of jeongin's blood lust so when he sends hyunjin on his way, jeongin just pounces on the reader and its 🤯

(jeongin just growling and marking the reader up, who is affected by jeongin's magic, hypersensetive, omega emulated and heck another jeongin illusion joining the mix-i'd like to say that 1 illusion wouldn't be the limit...and idk but could fox magic do omega emulation to the point where reader could get pregnant by jeongin? even if not then the thought of it would just drive both of them crazy, especially jeongin who'd breed reader nonstop-)

hmmm, in heart to heart, Felix would definitely be still known for his terrible attitude as a king but reader would not tolerate executions left and right 🙄💅 Felix would eventually turn into a sweetheart for reader and the reader would like him to be nice around others too hehe. Also leash play with the king himself but in chain form???? and them just doing it at the royal hedge maze is just- could imagine Felix going, "that's right my love, you know better to get on your knees anywhere for your king"

(i could also imagine Felix sitting on his throne and making reader cockwarm him with their mouth a good hour or 2...)

A Journey through the Cosmos has the most wholesome start/plot right now imo 😭 i'd like to ask on what was the plot for it, would it be like android hyunjin and reader traveling in space or just reader and hyunjin's love story on the mothership, and reader helping hyunjin explore the depth of his personality 👀 the smut would probably hot-hyunjin is an android so his stamina would be unmatched until he needs charging, and ofc he'd be built with a big dick that has built in cum too 🤐🤐🤐 i could see him making his cock vibrate while thrusting in and out of the reader...and could make his hands vibrate just ever so slightly while touching the reader's body 🤧🤧🤧 strength kink too cause h's an android and wouldn't strugtle at all with manhandling the reader- (and if spanking was the reader's thing then some small amounts of electric shock from hyunjin's hands...)

there's a part 2 of this ask that's just about divine amusement cause this was gonna get too long and sorry about that again hehe 🤧💕💕.

hai mystery anonnie for the midnight fic talks!

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OOH sad the poll only allows one vote though heart to heart is winning by miles (we are getting taken over by Felix stans)

Angry sex ft. fox magic w/ jeongin advocate cuz like I think that Jeongin would have a really short temper knowing that he is like wild in a way ig?!? like literally 😭 LIKE DEFINITELY A YES HYUNJIN-JEONGIN rivalry (sorry seungmin-jeongin rivalry the original i hath betrayed you) no cuz like what if Hyunjin notices Jeongin's behavior and tries to like convince reader that like "this bitch crazy and fishy" LIKE SMTH LIKE THAT and even to the point of like offering a place in a nearby town and then get this- Ofc reader doesnt agree cuz like yk thw house in the woods is a family heirloom or whatever then the sexy stuff happens when reader sents hyunjin away then hyunjin soon comes back with like a idk what you call it but people with pitchforks and torches like they bout to expel an evil creature 😭😭-

(No cuz thats hot asf, i can imagine jeongin just full marking the reader like bitemarks and everything! hypersensitive + dumbed down reader like what if jeongin just fucks them to point of the reader just going braindead unable to say anything while jeongin uses them 😭 jeongin dupes go wild like i can imagine reader just being spitroasted in his head😭 maybe even some fox magic that like doesnt make reader release 😔 breeding + omega emulation yes reader do be creating the synthetic magic slick 😭 hmmm idk bout pregnancy tho cuz like technically its emulation not like transformation? 😭😭)

Ah YES Though King Felix would still hold secret executions especially those he deems as threats to his and or reader but King Felix would definitely get over his slight obsession with killing Alis 🤧 then well yeah Felix will try to be nice to the citizens but he still terrorizing the guards for some reason but slowly he'd like warm up to people better still hosting that evil kingly glare though except with the reader. Leash play and bondage with chains is king felix's fortè like he would chain reader in his bed as he fucks him😭YESSSS i can see it the authority play would defo be so hot like despite yk felix warming up he still wont let go of the difference in status like he'll call reader his most loyal subject something like that, oh and yes reader's jaw would ache for his king and like cum in mouth too 😖!

Yeee, actually it actually would be 2 member x reader but the other one was only mentioned but i have bad memory of who it was it was either Seungmin or Chan(?) i think huhu cuz there was the second cryogenic pod that is suppose to open theres a part where they have to land on a planet etc thats why hyunjin has a guard mode but yeah, reader would help hyunjin with his personality and in turn hyunjin helps reader in a lot more ways than ons huehue no cuz yeah the smut would be 10/10 like vibrator dick hyunjin and maybe even built in extending fingers so he could finger the reader deep af 🤫 ofc a built in cum we cant forget that and a dick that also adjust sizes oop 🫢! wall sex with android hyunjin with built in small electric shocks no cuz what if his hand could vibrate then he places them om readers dick- 😖

I SAW THW ASKCAND OMG ITS A WHOLE FANFICTION— ill answer it tomorrow cuz its 3:10 and i still have to release the last unreleased draft but will not be part of the poll nor completed cuz of its similarity to another fic of mine 🤧

[ginevrafangirl]

Love Between Fairy and Devil Commentary Part 2

More highlights from my reactions to this drama, episodes 13-24.

Part 1 | Part 3

SPOILERS ahead!

oh no emo boy is staging a coup // also the actor for emo boy really has peak younger sibling face

his expression is EXTREMELYY badass rn // though you still need to redeem yourself after that unneeded kissing of girlie

omg i think batman actually cares about his friend, he just laid his head down ectremely gently

does batman love his bestie enough to transfer his cultivation? // omg he DOES

i LOVE me some depth to my villains

oh jin guangshan is the god of thunder and lightning! its always the king of the gods that has that power!! the parallels to greek and indian mythology!

oh dragon boy, you were so close yet so far // i love these loyal sweet slightly naive yet super powerful and badass right hand men of the male lead // dragon boy, welcome to the club that consists of wen ning, zhong li, chuanyu, and someone from eternal love i am most certainly forgetting (mdzs/cql, who rules the world, eternal love references)

OMG HE MADE THE FLOWER PETALS FALL

lol people wrote smut about them // i meannnn its basically celebrity real person fic

sauron: i wanted to see you // girlie: see ME?? // sauron: i wanted to see you FIX THE BOOK

boy the moment you feel ANYTHING sweet for her you double down on being a dick

lesbian shopkeeper is a hustler and has STREET SMARTS

okay i suppose i gotta cut dragon boy some slack, he is indeed a literal dragon and doesnt understand human customs

jieli is the human 'are we dating' buzzfeed quiz

sauron: its EMOTION time baby

this is the game of thrones lesbian 'teaching you how to make love to our chief' scene

girlie is actually twirling her hair ornaments around her fingers

tragic misunderstanding brothers, my jammm

sauron: i have no emotions. thus i dont love you // girlie: i am so happy that means you dont hate me // like GIRL

i love when this show does comedy man, its so funny

i mean she is literally TAKING EDIBLES

is her hair jewellery getting more and more elaborate??

honestly batman could be honest about his true plan and i think iceman would understand

batman is growing on me as well. his motivations are kinda dark lwj, actual dean winchester vibes // and he actually cares about iceman. fucking yu wuyuan WISHES he had this kinda dimensions (mdzs/cql, supernatural, who rules the world references)

jin guangshan is the true villain of this show, just like hes the only true villain in mdzs

the love triangle i do not love, but its funny that in any other show iceman and girlie would 100% be the main leads, i mean their backstory set that up PERFECTLY

god is speaking to ice god // oh its jin guangshan speaking from the sky

damn man must not even be able to jerk off without big brother watching

dragon boy: you're also an orphan? // sir there are a lot of orphans in this world

dragon boy you want to be trustworthy and honest and you're working for THE LITERAL DEVIL

catwoman has a WHIP!? of CHAINS? thats BADASS

she fixed it??? since when did she magically gain THAT ability

its really interesting how physical objects enter illusions and dreams // by that i mean the fucking golden leaf

'how dare you come for my people' cue ROCK GUITAR SOLO

sir you already broke the couldron once, aint batman just gonna glue it back together again?

they sure sacrifice the plot effects of the one heart curse in favor of romance quite a bit

evil god??? there is a god named evil god??

i think girlie has grown proper fond of sauron // she is acting so 'oppaaaa' aegyo-y to him rn

who tf sleeps with their arms crossed, sauron, you can be such a pouty child sometimes

i am glad they showed the effect on all the soldiers and families that die in meaningless battles

soooo since she looks like an old woman, i guess in this universe immortals do age, just really really slowly

cue the 'why are you running meme' except its sauron being chased by an emotion

oh his emotions are growing! its cause she is the goddess of xiyun that can cure anything (oop)

i think daddy was losing the war and got desperate and traumatized his kids

she is wearing more jewellery! symbolism of her falling more in love and growing more comfortable by his side?

sauron: oh NO i am feeling an EMOTION

the founder of the moon tribe is lady yan, aka princess yue heheeh (atla reference)

jieli, honey, why did you have to make things so hard for yourself and try to steal

jieli stealing makes no sense, she is a smart woman, she wouldnt take that kinda risk

so sauron here is incredibly op and the big struggle he has to overcome is dealing with his own emotions

this is a very thinly veiled metaphor for men being fucked up and emotionally repressed and the women in their lives having the responsibility (even if taken willingly) to fix the emotions

langhua is THE 'i can fix him' girlie now that she cares about him

girlie always finds her backbone whenever it comes to a man smh

i think girlie and lesbian shopkeeper should date, dragon boy and sauron should date, girlie and sauron should date, and just be a fun polyamourous quartet

daddy is a qi deviated nie mingjue (mdzs/cql reference)

if the book is burnt to ashes, how are you gonna find a random pile of ashes? how do you know its the book? // someone very conveniently collected the ashes and put them back in the original box and put the box in the throne

if the final step to the ritual is patricide, how will he successfully complete the ritual this time?

bro just became ghost rider

also why was there a throne in the bedroom of daddy?

difference between daddy and sauron and the nie bros is that nhs always knew his brother loved him very much (mdzs/cql reference)

she is INSANE to willingly jump into a whirlpool to go to the afterlife to ask a very scary demon lord if he loved his son // girlie is one dedicated pr agent

she is just supermanning through this water // and he is ironmanning through it

if the guqin was repaired by magic, why can you see the cracks?

its a tragedy innit

oh why do i get the feeling he is gonna have to kill her to win some kinda battle and control hellfire again

this dad is the exact opposite of elio's dad in cmbyn

they are practically shoving the cinematic parallels in my face

also there was absolutely NO need to get shirtless lmao he just wanted to show off

give him a hug, girlie // YES // wow // that must be his first hug since his nanny // fuck the patriarchy for not letting men hug each other

sauron with his hair down is a LOOK

emo boy wanted to spend time with his gegeee

she has huge asian mom energy by bribing him with food

i'm not sure if he still wants to take over the fairy tribe or not, this could be a potential conflict in the future

is girlie STILL in denial about her liking him? boy you like the IDEA of ice man but the actual sauron. stop lying to yourself

LMAO he's like i will kill everyone for you so you can go back homee

ice god is suffering from a sad case of second lead syndrome

wow security at the tower is BAD if she was able to sneak him out so easily

dont you dare follow him danyin // NO // do NOT // oh fuck me // ofcourse she did

i wanted some fun mortal shenanigans, not this angst

girlie there are only a few people in shuiyuntian that are worth leaving a powerful man who you've got in the palm of your hands

i think its so funny the mortal realm is called yunmeng lake

dragon boy and lesbian shopkeeper are slick wit it

so the show is shipping my bisexual icons the shopkeeper and dragon boy?? i can fuck with that

oh wow the girlies are gaslighting and manipulating love that for them

you mean to tell me a mansion of this size was simply up for sale???

being a brothel entertainer is probably what being an idol was like

DID BISEXUAL SHOPKEEPER JUST EAT A RAW BHINDI (a bhindi is a ladysfinger vegetable)

the voice actor is giving the ice mans dad so much more oomph than the actor

oh god mortal ice man is gonna fall for fake mortal girlie

sauron: what is this strange illness that has befallen me // dragon boy: idk man but i have it too // me: WUV

daddy again? i thought we were done with this arc // but i guess you cant heal from trauma that easily

that moon is huge, at this size it would most definitely flood the earth

i wonder whether lady si ming will make an appearance in this story

motral jack frost was BORN with the jade??? did it also come out of his mortal moms fanny??

NAURRR I DONT WANT HER BELOVED TO BE SAURONNN

sauron: jealousy jealousyy

jack frost, being the true artist that he is, getting creative in the middle of the night

the way you can tell that girlie is well and truly over jack frost is that she seems excited about his match with lady war

and that kids, is what you call a self fulfilling prophecy

this is a whole grown ass man, and theyre making him go back to school??

JACK FROST CALLED SAURON HIS ZHIJI??? // proof that polyamory is always the answer

finally!! the batman and lady war backstory i have been waiting for

honestly i am all for destroying shuiyuntian, i have no reason to side with the so called heroes of this show

what is it with disciples that are unhealthily attached to their masters and are willing to go to literally any lengths to revive them after dying // the sam and dean style of unhealthy attachement (eternal love, supernatural references)

human jack frost is such a simp

how is it ep 23 and there still hasnt been a love confession

so sauron is a makeup artist too?? // the james charles of ugly makeup??

i love when incredibly powerful men are vain bitches

they are beneficial conqueror vs peace loving hippie couple

jack frost is a playboy but he will never steal another mans love. it doesnt matter if the woman says no, the only barrier in his road is another man laying claim

siblings or dating: cdrama edition

pissy and bitchy dongfang qingcang IS SO FUNNY I AM DYINGG

dont just tell me that catwoman killed everyone, SHOW ME // i wanna SEE her go on a murderous rampage

honestly the bisexual power couple's dynamic, jieli and shangque, is suited to my taste. her just bullying him and him liking it

girlie has incest on her mind

"asking for a friend"

omg DANYIN TRANS ICON CONFIRMED

not jieli actually saying 'i am not like other girls'

jieli is a BUSINESSWOMAN she has no time for ROMANCE

girlie is having deja vu

This was it for episodes 13-24! There will definitely be a part 3 for the last 12 episodes.

PS: I alternate between calling changheng ice god and jack frost, and variations, but they are the same person!

[reyloner]

what Reylo fics r u cudrently reading? any u recommended?

 okay, so I’ve got a much bigger fic-rec list coming soon on some of my all time faves, but here’s a few fics that I’ve recently read that I absolutely adore.  

it takes two to tease | @holyrenperor

The Force connects them when they’re most desperate for each other.

 A lovely little one-shot, canon verse, with some feels and a grade a smut. Seriously, highly recommend anything from murakamism!

Head over feet | @ever-so-reylo

They’re not dating for real. Right?

This wonderful wip makes me all giddy and laugh out loud bc, goddamn, it’s just such an amazing au. bc WHO DOESNT love a fake dating trope with a professor/student on top of it. Like, it just… fulfils me in the best way. 

The Losers Club | @foxesdance

Rey and Ben are friends. Like. Best friends. Totally platonic. What on earth could ever change that?

This is just… so ridiculously hot and perfect in every way. Like, this fic legit made me fall in love with Ben and Rey ALL OVER AGAIN and… just damn. THE FREAKING BUILD UP TO THE SMUT – it was just genius. Many thanks to this amazing author!

Written on the Heart | @midnightbluefox

Rey Kenobi spends her days trying to focus on her classes, working at the on-campus cafe to pay off her crippling student debt, and hopefully beating irritating and entitled Ben Solo in a contest for a scholarship and writing job she’s always dreamed of.

But in her free time, she’s KiraofJakku, an online writer and member of a Discord writing group, struggling to balance her college career and passion for fiction. When she finally works up the nerve to message her favorite author and fellow Discord member, KyloRen, an unlikely friendship blooms.

One chapter in and I’m already so in love with this fic! Like, it’s lowkey an enemies to lovers BUT they already online lovers… mind blown. I’m absolute trash for it!

Boon  | @rebelrebelreylo

Three text messages changed Clyde Logan’s life forever.

Are you being harassed by a federal agent?

Does she have brown hair, horse teeth, and a stick up her ass?

Leave now, Clyde.

Okay, maybe four.The Resistance is on your side.

I’m AN ABSOLUTE WHORE for some reylogan and this is no exception. I was instantly hooked when I read the first chapter and DAMN, i cannot wait to read more. 

Dear Kylo Ren | @j-dryless

After helping a rich man out with his car, Rey receives the opportunity of a lifetime. Rey accepts, even if she’s forced to write letters by hand (who on earth still does that?!) to the enigmatic Kylo Ren.

THIS AU IS SO DAMN GOOD, LIKE. oh my goshhh, Kylo is such an ass BUT a lovable one and I’m legit cheering Rey on to roast him in her letters while also complimenting his handwriting… and Mitaka. SWEET, SWEET MITAKA NEEDS TO BE SAVED real quick. So amazing!!

The Finer Points |  @loveofescapism

Prince Ben Solo has a reputation in the country of Alderaan for being a drunk, a gambler and most importantly; a womanizer. However, when tragedy strikes, he now has to take the throne as King and find himself a wife to rule by his side. Enter Lady Rey, his childhood friend and a woman who won’t stand for any of indiscretions… or I have written a Victoria AU, with a switch up that involves Ben asking a prostitute for sex tips as he is actually a virgin and wants to please his wife to be.

I’m sorry, BUT A VICTORIA AU??? PIANO SEX?? bitch, she tickling my ivories (or is it ovaries with ben solo and dem hands on those keys?). BUT FORREAL, this is just… so damn good. Like, Prince Ben Solo so against marriage until he falls in love with Rey by one damn glance. GOD, i could legit scream about this forever! PLEASE READ AND SCREAM WITH

 Among the Ash-Heaps and Farce | @rakefiree

In the corporate world, everyone is someone else’s bitch. And, in order to climb to the top, you have to find the right master to slave away for. Dopheld Mitaka is Kylo Ren’s bitch and the bitch has chosen right.

Until one day, Rey Niima happens.

THIS FIC IS SO HEARTWARMING AND WELL LEAVE YOU SMILING FOR DAYS AND CACKLE OUT LOUD – it’s such an amazing concept that is executed perfectly, I LOVE IT with all my heart!!

Secret Admirers | @reylocalligraphy

When Rey transfers into Ben’s high school, he is instantly intrigued. Unfortunately, his fat mouth simply cannot shut up in her presence.

This fic is so amazing and heartwarming, and GOD, it totally owns my ass but… what really gets me is the absolute dedication Catey put into making this! How much research she put into the Australian education system, THE CANTEEN LINE THAT WENT ON FOR LITERAL YEARS, pizza fridays that were the reason I was broke in HS… all of it was so perfect and damnn, this fic needs to be read ASAP if you haven’t. Like, if you’re curious on an australian HS au, this is a brilliant read – believe me. 

And, you know… it also features my OTP… Ruby/Jar Jar – reyloner ain’t so lonely anymore! 

Offside | @sciosophia 

“Go on,” Ben tells her, prodding at the wound he seems to be asking her to open. Tell me the honest truth. I want to know what you think of my game. His voice, now, is soft. If it weren’t public information, she’d never have guessed he has a reputation for a temper. “There’s more to say. So say it.”

…or, Ben is the world’s most famous soccer player, Rey is the captain of the England women’s team, and they are unhelpfully attracted to one another.

Read this earlier tonight (or rather morning, bc it’s 5am whoops, time flies with fic) and just… wow. It was so spectacular – truly every word was perfect and amazing and DAMN I loved everything about it. Brought up some cool childhood memories of playing football and, wow, just… the build up to the end was incredible. Just an amazing one-shot that I SERIOUSLY recommend to everyone. 

ALRIGHT. THATS IT. IM DONE. 

but there’s a much bigger list on the way, so… get ready for some good fkn fic. 

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Shove your Opinion

Request

Pairing: Loki x reader 

warning: language, cheating, fluff

words: 2067

Prompt: 5) “ I’m going to need you to take your opinions and shove them up your ass, m ’kay? m ’kay” @meyoko10

Summary: Number 5 reader with loki. Angst, a dash of fluff, and maybe a smidge of smut 😋 like maybe the reader is dating a guy (but he is a cheater and she doesnt know it) and loki is jelly because he secretly likes her  and knows his secret. Idk something like that...lol

Prompt

There was something there she didn’t know what it was she didn’t think it was love but she knew it was something special. She would hope it was or would form into love. But it never did not when they went on all their date or when they moved in with each other. it was just a feeling but for so long she dependent on that feeling in their relationship that she didn’t even notice when it fainted. Them being together just became so normal she didn’t remember a time with him so she kept the relationship going.

Then Loki came along. Thor returned one day and brought his brother, Loki, along with him. At first the others weren’t to please with his arrival but Thor said he changed so (y/n) stepped up and give him a chance that no one else would give.

“Hi, I’m (y/n)” 

“Loki “ He was hooked the first time he saw her. She was so beautiful and just her eyes caught him. Beautiful sparking (c/e). He wanted more.

“I think we’ll be great friends” she said and she was right. The two instantly became best friends and the others warmed up to him as well but they never got what (y/n) and Loki had. They went on missions together, they had movie night, game night, book night, days for the library, tea times, days for walks in the park, days for a chill in a coffee place, sleepovers (but she’d never tell her boyfriend that). They spent so much time together there were points were (y/n) forgot she even had a boyfriends.

The more Loki spent time with (y/n) the more he got to know her the more he fell in love with her. She was just so fucking perfect the more time he was with her the more perfected she was. He fell head over heels in love with her and he wanted no one else.

“That was amazing” Loki said as (y/n) closed her book. The two were picking book series to read that were turned into Tv show or movies so they could watch them afterwards.  (y/n) picked Harry Potter while Loki choices Game of Thrones. Seeing as Harry Potter was movies and both the book series and movies were done they started with that first. They had just finished reading the Chamber of Secrets.

“And tomorrow we shall watch the movie”

“This is just the second book and I’ve already gotten so attached to these character” Loki said hugging the book to his chest

“Oh my darling their 7 books and 8 movies”.

“8 movies” Loki gasped 

“the last book was split into a two movies. Game of Thrones has 5 books though the author says he has plans for seven. There’s also a total of 7 season to game of thrones. Game of Thrones is much longer than Harry Potter … which is why I haven’t seen it. Please there so many characters and families and every episode is like an hour “

“if it each a pain why are you..?”

“I’m not going to let you grieve over fictional characters alone and I hear a lot of people die in game of thrones”

Loki smiled he didn’t know what to say she was doing something she didn’t want to for him. Loki was about to thank her when her phone went off. He rolled his eyes immediately knowing who it was. Nick, was (y/n) boyfriend and Loki loathed him with a passion. It was so much passion it was an art.

“Hi hi” (Y/n) said answering the phone. Loki noticed how her smile became small “work...okay.... sure... I mean ….sure ….30....m’kay kay bye bye  ” (Y/n) stood up from the couch.

“He calls and she runs”

“don’t be like that. I’ll be back tomorrow and tomorrow after work we’ll watch the movie” (y/n) blows him a kiss as she walks away.

“why are you with him” Loki asks suddenly standing book falling to the floor. (y/n) turns are a bit startled she recovered and walked over towards him. 

“He’s my boyfriend. I’ve been with him for almost two years. I was hoping we’d have a future together and I’m stilling looking for it” she picked up the book he dropped and put it on the coffee table next to her abandon book.

“he’s not good for you” Loki said and he knew. Loki was the god of lies and could tell when a person was lying even when they weren’t in the room. When Loki first meet Nick he knew automatically that he was a liar there was something off about him and he was hiding something. But recently Loki found out Nick was unfaithful. But he didn’t know how to bring the true to (y/n) every time he even mentioned her boyfriends name she was gone or didn’t want to hear it.

“Loki, thank you for worrying but I’ve got this” (y/n) said as she headed for the elevator again.

“(y/n) please just listen-” 

“no Loki. Now I’m going home we’ll forget about this in the morning.... Good night Loki please sleep well” and with that (y/n) left out the tower and left Loki to his own thoughts.

-

“Finally “ (y/n) groaned as she slumped off the jet dragging her bags. It was a week long mission but with more effort they ended it in 3 days. 

“That was awful” she groaned 

“At least it got done” Steve said “ (Y/n) you should  stay the night and go home in the morning it’s late and you’re exhausted”

“Nah, I’m going to back to my place. I’m back sooner than expected … I’ll surprised Nick. see you later you guys” Loki chased (y/n) a bit into the elevator she sighed as he got in with her. She knew what was coming.

“Maybe you should stay we could start Game of Thrones since we finished the first book. We could have a sleep over.” she looked a him a bit annoyed “one episode that’s all I’m asking for one episode one hour”

“Loki?...what is it what’s wrong?” she asked 

“I... I feel like something is wrong. I’m not actually sure what it is at the moment but I feel like you should stay … please” 

“Loki if something goes wrong I’ll come back okay? it that okay?” (y/n) said patting his shoulder. As the elevator door opened on the garage floor she blew him a kiss and went about her way home. Loki sighed for some reason he knew she would be back.

-

(Y/n) quietly put her keys into the door. It was around 2am and it was a Thursday and Nick had work in the morning so there was no possibility of him being awake or so she thought. As she quietly moved setting her bag down and her keys on the coffee table next to his laptop she was about to head to her room when she heard a noise.

Creeping up to the door she placed her ear on the door her eyes widen when she heard moaning a females moaning. Giving him a chances she made up and excuse. Porn he was watching porn on his laptop. But then she remembered his laptop was on the coffee table and those moans were sounding really realistic. 

No longer giving it any doubt (y/n) opened the door and there her boyfriend with their next door neighbor riding him into the night. After getting a look (Y/n) didn’t giving them a second glance and went to their shared closet. 

The couple on the bed finally noticed (y/n) when they heard the clock of a gun. They both screamed as they saw her standing in front of the closet.

“Relax” (y/n) said as she tossed her gun on the dresser and opened the drawers and started putting her clothes in the duffle bag she got from the closet. 

“Baby, Baby, baby,  please just lets talk okay lets talk”  Nick said as he stood up covering himself with a pillow well the girl looked around the room for her clothes.

“don’t baby me don’t lets talk me I’m done. I come home after a long ass week of working my ass off with no sleep what so ever to see  (Y/n) boning this red headed bimbo in the bed I BOUGHT. Fuck you you slimy cheating fucking fucktard.”

“ You know what. Shut the hell up you’re going to hear what I have to say. You don’t think I know about you and that Loki guy. You guys have been close for months you’ve probably been hoping on his dick for day one. You guys are way to close to not be fucking.” Nick said as if he caught her in some act as if they were even.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. Of course I’m close with Loki he’s my partner we work together. In my line of work if I don’t have some one watching my back I don’t come home and guess what the guy you’re accusing me of fucking has been watching my back and making sure I can get home to you. So yeah we’re fucking close he’s taken bullets for me while all you’ve done is STABBED ME IN THE BACK” (y/n) shouted as she packed her bag.

The neighbor, Stephan, stood up dressed down and raised her hand trying to get their attention. “ I’m sorry to get in between your relationship but in my opinion you guys should-”

(Y/n) quickly picked up her gun from the dresser and pointed it at her “ I’m going to need you to take your opinions and shove them up your ass, m ’kay? m ’kay” she tucked the gun in the back of her waist band and finished packing as Nick and Sarah tried to talk to her.

“Fuck you and Fuck you I’ll be back for my shit tomorrow. Have a nice fucking life. Enjoy his 5 inch marker” And with that she grabbed all she could what was hers and left. It wasn’t until she was in her car and driving that she finally broke down. She had to pull over and let everything out. Crying a hot mess on the side of the road. When she finally calmed down again she drove back to the tower at a much slower pace.

-

Loki sighed as he finished the episode for the first episode it was pretty dramatic and had a lot of nudity like a lot. There was a sudden knock on his bed room door. “come in” The door opened and in stepped (y/n) she had bags in her hand and she was sniffling. Coming in she immediately shut the door dropped her bags and crawled under the covers with Loki cuddling into his sides.

“you were right....he was unfaithful. I should have stayed with you. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you” she began to cry in his shoulder.

“Hey do not shed tears for that pig. He is not worthy of your tears he does not deserve them.” Loki said as he wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. “ I just finished the first episode of Games of Thrones... a lot of nudity”

(y/n) sniffled “ is there any sex?” 

Loki chuckled “ Yeah but I don’t think you’re going to like it “. He rewind the episode and started it from the very beginning again. They watched in silence for a moment. 

“Sarah has a fiancé wedding is in a week”  (y/n) said “ I have cameras all over the apartment. I’ll be sending a video to her fiancé, his family, and her family”. Loki turned and looked down at her for a moment before roughly kissing her she smiled into the kiss.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are”

“A girl likes to hear it more than once.”

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[ao3feed-gendrya]

Cornelia Street

read it on the AO3 at https://bit.ly/2RPplP2

by Miss_Celestia13

Mature for language, I haven't decided if there will be smut. Lockdown has me revisiting a story I started last year, I wasn't happy with it. So I've changed it and reworked it. If modern Game of Thrones with Taylor Swift songs sounds like your thing then welcome! A lot of Taylors songs remind me of Daenerys and her ill fated relationship with Jon. I tried to ignore the idea but here I am. You don't have to be a TS fan, im taking liberties with material and using songs that fit my plot! Daenerys is currently being trashed by the worlds media, Daario her cheating ex has sold stories about her and the media is lapping it up. She wants a change, a new album with a new sound. She wants to heal the way she knows how - songwriting. To do that she needs Jon Snow, a secretive music producer who goes by the name Ghost, but Jon doesnt do media or fame in any form and hes carrying scars, physical and mental that are holding him back. Daenerys has scars of her own, her past haunts her but will they manage to work together? Will this become bigger than they could both ever dream? Or will Jon let his demons get the best of him?

Words: 5081, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Cornelia Street

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Taylor Swift (Musician)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow, Arya Stark, Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Viserys Targaryen, Rhaegar Targaryen, Missandei (ASoIaF), Tyrion Lannister, Daario Naharis, Gendry Waters, Grey Worm, Catelyn Tully Stark, Ned Stark, Benjen Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Jorah Mormont, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Grey Worm/Missandei, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Daenerys Targaryen/Missandei

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Inspired by Music, Musicians, Modern Westeros, R Plus L Does Not Equal J, Falling In Love, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Jon Snow is Not a Targaryen, Jon Snow is a Stark, Jon Snow Knows Something, POV Daenerys Targaryen, POV Jon Snow, Soft Daenerys Targaryen, Jealous Daenerys Targaryen, Past Character Death, Past Relationship(s), Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Paparazzi, Viserys Targaryen Lives, Viserys Targaryen Needs a Hug, Rhaegar Targaryen Lives, Lyanna Stark Lives, Minor Lyanna Stark/Rhaegar Targaryen, Idiots in Love, True Love, Brotherly Love, Brother-Sister Relationships, Heart-to-Heart, Female Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Song Lyrics, Songwriting, Social Media, Anxiety, Broody Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen Deserves Better, Dragonstone, Rhaella Targaryen Lives, Aerys is dead

read it on the AO3 at https://bit.ly/2RPplP2

[samanthasroberts]

The Time I Took My Date To A Porn Cinema

With my reputation as a pervert in mind, you would think anyone I asked on a date to the cinema would know to expect more than a trip to the local Odeon and a family sized bucket of popcorn.

James, however, apparently hadnt anticipated that my plans for our evening together would revolve around large-scale cinematic penetration, projected to a room of willing strangers.

More fool him.

Now, when I tell people this story I think most of them envisage a dark, sweaty room full of frantically wanking men on wipeable seats a place where sticky floors are nothing to do with an extra large spilled Coke.

But I am (for the most part) fairly careful to tread the fine line between entertainment-with-a-twist and all-out sexual debauchery. So, what exactly is half-way between a visit to a semen-covered sex den and a trip to see the latest Pixar?

La Freak Smut Cinema is a pop-up event that moves around predominantly East London, normally finding itself a home in classy-but-quirky cocktail bars with suitably dim lighting. The event is run by two madams – in their own words: shes the scholar and Im the slut – and is a naughty and fun alternative for people who are simultaneously too horny and too broke for Secret Cinema.

Upon arrival, its clear that despite the potential for manic masturbators, it is frequented mostly by trendy, middle-class couples who are probably looking for a sexy alternative to having a threesome with the babysitter. And yes, ok, Ill admit it- there was one shifty looking bloke on his own, but his penis, at this stage at least, was nowhere to be seen. Anyway, when you are sat in a room watching porn with strangers, who can really judge who as being a pervert?!

Now, confession time (as if this entire blog wasnt confession enough)- I had actually been to this particular cinema before, as a last ditch attempt to re-ignite the dying embers of a past relationship. It had worked like a Spice Girls reunion, i.e for one night only. But being a rather enjoyable and slightly saucy experience, I didnt see the harm in coming again (no pun intended).

It had worked like a Spice Girls reunion, i.e for one night only.

But there is a problem with attending a porn cinema twice: you look like a bit of a sex pest. Some things, like a love of Celebrity Big Brother or penchant for Pot Noodles, should remain hidden until your prospective suitor is invested enough that they are willing to ignore a vice or two or eight or ten And so, I had neglected to tell my date about my previous public porn experiences.

Any attempts to keep this secret, however, were thwarted on arrival when, as my date suspiciously took in his surroundings, I was greeted by a swift paddle to the arse and an exclamation of Darling, so good to see you again!.

So much for patron confidentiality.

Cat out of the bag we headed to the bar, where I smiled sheepishly, shrugged and ordered a large and very alcoholic drink.

With two, probably quite shocking, revelations made in the space of about five minutes I was impressed that James was still standing. But with giant cocks about to be thrust in his face (not literally, of course) I was worried that a sensitive disposition may suddenly reveal itself and thought it best to change that, so we took our seats and settled in.

Of course, events such as this should, by their nature, attract people of a more free and easy persuasion. But no matter how liberal people consider themselves to be, once confronted by a room in which the loudest thing that can be heard is the unmistakable suction noise of a penis repeatedly entering a vagina, its very easy for them to revert to the typically British stance on publicly viewed sex that is, that it should only occur when watching an episode of Game of Thrones.

To be fair, the challenge of acclimatization wasnt exactly helped by the fact that the first film which, to avoid being implicated in operation YewTree, I should point out was a CARTOON focused on a little girl masturbating. We looked on quietly horrified, but again too British and too polite to protest, while she rolled around amongst the flower buds with a finger on her, uh, flower bud. After what seemed like a fucking eternity these enveloped her in a climatic ecstasy before she re-emerged, a fully fledged and, thankfully legal, woman.

It was, I guess, meant to symbolize sexual awakenings and burgeoning femininity. A theory that I was now desperately trying to convey to my probably-terrified date. I attempted this through what can only be described as a series of gymnastic eyebrow movements. This and the other, equally, if not more, important message of by the way I am not a pedophile. Luckily, while obviously perturbed, his capacity for the downright-fucking-weird/borderline-illegal seemed strong, something that would stand him in good stead if we were to continue dating.

The rest of the porn was, all in all, less controversial something not hard to achieve considering how wed started and catered to a variety of kinks, including bondage, dildo usage and gay sex. In places it was even arty enough to be considered cultural rather than simply perverse. An effort that was possibly wasted on me.

All of this meant that, despite a rocky start, I soon felt a hand on my knee. This was, of course, a welcome development but I couldnt help but check that it was 1) who I thought it was and 2) an invitation and not a cry for help. And yes, on inspection, I found that James expression had changed from one of terror and trepidation to something like the look an extremely hungover person might give a Maccy Ds.*

And, actually, it wasnt just him. It was clear to see that, for others too, the hormones had started to flow and the blood to pump. This, of course, could have been something to do with the wine that had flowed and the beer that had been pumped. Public porn watching, it could be concluded, is all about achieving the right level of lubrication who would have thought it. Either way, people were horny as fuck. Myself included. Although I still kept a wary eye on the bloke on his own in case of any rapid and repetitive arm movements.

Now, if my experiences at weird events have taught me anything, it is to always expect the unexpected. But what came next shocked even me. And I had just been forced to watch cartoon kiddy porn for Gods sake.

Someone only went and fucking proposed!

I kid you not- down on one (probably quite sticky) knee, amongst a sea of twitchy hands and awkward public boners. Im not sure who was more surprised: the gaggle of horny audience members or the blushing bride-to-be. But if she was hesitant about getting betrothed in front of a 20 foot vagina, or in any way wondering how she would relay this story to her grandchildren, she didnt show it as she gleefully accepted. It just goes to show, sometimes the thing more shocking than a guy in a gimp mask having his testicles trodden on, is true love.

Overall, despite the multiple opportunities for awkwardness, embarrassment, and general fucking weirdness, the evening was a success. So much so that the audience, having revealed their true perverted nature, requested the porn reel to be stuck back on while we finished our drinks. Although we were informed, we were going to skip the weird, pervy and paedophilic cartoon from the beginning. It turns out even porn peddlers have their line. And so, our date came to a close to the soundtrack of gentle moans and a now rather drunken Madames proclamations of Its alright for you lot, Ive got to stay and clean up. Youre all going home to fuck each others brains out!

Did we? A lady doesnt kiss and tell.

She does, however, watch porn and write about it.

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/06/07/the-time-i-took-my-date-to-a-porn-cinema/

from All of Beer https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/06/07/the-time-i-took-my-date-to-a-porn-cinema/

[adambstingus]

The Time I Took My Date To A Porn Cinema

With my reputation as a pervert in mind, you would think anyone I asked on a date to the cinema would know to expect more than a trip to the local Odeon and a family sized bucket of popcorn.

James, however, apparently hadnt anticipated that my plans for our evening together would revolve around large-scale cinematic penetration, projected to a room of willing strangers.

More fool him.

Now, when I tell people this story I think most of them envisage a dark, sweaty room full of frantically wanking men on wipeable seats a place where sticky floors are nothing to do with an extra large spilled Coke.

But I am (for the most part) fairly careful to tread the fine line between entertainment-with-a-twist and all-out sexual debauchery. So, what exactly is half-way between a visit to a semen-covered sex den and a trip to see the latest Pixar?

La Freak Smut Cinema is a pop-up event that moves around predominantly East London, normally finding itself a home in classy-but-quirky cocktail bars with suitably dim lighting. The event is run by two madams – in their own words: shes the scholar and Im the slut – and is a naughty and fun alternative for people who are simultaneously too horny and too broke for Secret Cinema.

Upon arrival, its clear that despite the potential for manic masturbators, it is frequented mostly by trendy, middle-class couples who are probably looking for a sexy alternative to having a threesome with the babysitter. And yes, ok, Ill admit it- there was one shifty looking bloke on his own, but his penis, at this stage at least, was nowhere to be seen. Anyway, when you are sat in a room watching porn with strangers, who can really judge who as being a pervert?!

Now, confession time (as if this entire blog wasnt confession enough)- I had actually been to this particular cinema before, as a last ditch attempt to re-ignite the dying embers of a past relationship. It had worked like a Spice Girls reunion, i.e for one night only. But being a rather enjoyable and slightly saucy experience, I didnt see the harm in coming again (no pun intended).

It had worked like a Spice Girls reunion, i.e for one night only.

But there is a problem with attending a porn cinema twice: you look like a bit of a sex pest. Some things, like a love of Celebrity Big Brother or penchant for Pot Noodles, should remain hidden until your prospective suitor is invested enough that they are willing to ignore a vice or two or eight or ten And so, I had neglected to tell my date about my previous public porn experiences.

Any attempts to keep this secret, however, were thwarted on arrival when, as my date suspiciously took in his surroundings, I was greeted by a swift paddle to the arse and an exclamation of Darling, so good to see you again!.

So much for patron confidentiality.

Cat out of the bag we headed to the bar, where I smiled sheepishly, shrugged and ordered a large and very alcoholic drink.

With two, probably quite shocking, revelations made in the space of about five minutes I was impressed that James was still standing. But with giant cocks about to be thrust in his face (not literally, of course) I was worried that a sensitive disposition may suddenly reveal itself and thought it best to change that, so we took our seats and settled in.

Of course, events such as this should, by their nature, attract people of a more free and easy persuasion. But no matter how liberal people consider themselves to be, once confronted by a room in which the loudest thing that can be heard is the unmistakable suction noise of a penis repeatedly entering a vagina, its very easy for them to revert to the typically British stance on publicly viewed sex that is, that it should only occur when watching an episode of Game of Thrones.

To be fair, the challenge of acclimatization wasnt exactly helped by the fact that the first film which, to avoid being implicated in operation YewTree, I should point out was a CARTOON focused on a little girl masturbating. We looked on quietly horrified, but again too British and too polite to protest, while she rolled around amongst the flower buds with a finger on her, uh, flower bud. After what seemed like a fucking eternity these enveloped her in a climatic ecstasy before she re-emerged, a fully fledged and, thankfully legal, woman.

It was, I guess, meant to symbolize sexual awakenings and burgeoning femininity. A theory that I was now desperately trying to convey to my probably-terrified date. I attempted this through what can only be described as a series of gymnastic eyebrow movements. This and the other, equally, if not more, important message of by the way I am not a pedophile. Luckily, while obviously perturbed, his capacity for the downright-fucking-weird/borderline-illegal seemed strong, something that would stand him in good stead if we were to continue dating.

The rest of the porn was, all in all, less controversial something not hard to achieve considering how wed started and catered to a variety of kinks, including bondage, dildo usage and gay sex. In places it was even arty enough to be considered cultural rather than simply perverse. An effort that was possibly wasted on me.

All of this meant that, despite a rocky start, I soon felt a hand on my knee. This was, of course, a welcome development but I couldnt help but check that it was 1) who I thought it was and 2) an invitation and not a cry for help. And yes, on inspection, I found that James expression had changed from one of terror and trepidation to something like the look an extremely hungover person might give a Maccy Ds.*

And, actually, it wasnt just him. It was clear to see that, for others too, the hormones had started to flow and the blood to pump. This, of course, could have been something to do with the wine that had flowed and the beer that had been pumped. Public porn watching, it could be concluded, is all about achieving the right level of lubrication who would have thought it. Either way, people were horny as fuck. Myself included. Although I still kept a wary eye on the bloke on his own in case of any rapid and repetitive arm movements.

Now, if my experiences at weird events have taught me anything, it is to always expect the unexpected. But what came next shocked even me. And I had just been forced to watch cartoon kiddy porn for Gods sake.

Someone only went and fucking proposed!

I kid you not- down on one (probably quite sticky) knee, amongst a sea of twitchy hands and awkward public boners. Im not sure who was more surprised: the gaggle of horny audience members or the blushing bride-to-be. But if she was hesitant about getting betrothed in front of a 20 foot vagina, or in any way wondering how she would relay this story to her grandchildren, she didnt show it as she gleefully accepted. It just goes to show, sometimes the thing more shocking than a guy in a gimp mask having his testicles trodden on, is true love.

Overall, despite the multiple opportunities for awkwardness, embarrassment, and general fucking weirdness, the evening was a success. So much so that the audience, having revealed their true perverted nature, requested the porn reel to be stuck back on while we finished our drinks. Although we were informed, we were going to skip the weird, pervy and paedophilic cartoon from the beginning. It turns out even porn peddlers have their line. And so, our date came to a close to the soundtrack of gentle moans and a now rather drunken Madames proclamations of Its alright for you lot, Ive got to stay and clean up. Youre all going home to fuck each others brains out!

Did we? A lady doesnt kiss and tell.

She does, however, watch porn and write about it.

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The Time I Took My Date To A Porn Cinema

With my reputation as a pervert in mind, you would think anyone I asked on a date to the cinema would know to expect more than a trip to the local Odeon and a family sized bucket of popcorn.

James, however, apparently hadnt anticipated that my plans for our evening together would revolve around large-scale cinematic penetration, projected to a room of willing strangers.

More fool him.

Now, when I tell people this story I think most of them envisage a dark, sweaty room full of frantically wanking men on wipeable seats a place where sticky floors are nothing to do with an extra large spilled Coke.

But I am (for the most part) fairly careful to tread the fine line between entertainment-with-a-twist and all-out sexual debauchery. So, what exactly is half-way between a visit to a semen-covered sex den and a trip to see the latest Pixar?

La Freak Smut Cinema is a pop-up event that moves around predominantly East London, normally finding itself a home in classy-but-quirky cocktail bars with suitably dim lighting. The event is run by two madams – in their own words: shes the scholar and Im the slut – and is a naughty and fun alternative for people who are simultaneously too horny and too broke for Secret Cinema.

Upon arrival, its clear that despite the potential for manic masturbators, it is frequented mostly by trendy, middle-class couples who are probably looking for a sexy alternative to having a threesome with the babysitter. And yes, ok, Ill admit it- there was one shifty looking bloke on his own, but his penis, at this stage at least, was nowhere to be seen. Anyway, when you are sat in a room watching porn with strangers, who can really judge who as being a pervert?!

Now, confession time (as if this entire blog wasnt confession enough)- I had actually been to this particular cinema before, as a last ditch attempt to re-ignite the dying embers of a past relationship. It had worked like a Spice Girls reunion, i.e for one night only. But being a rather enjoyable and slightly saucy experience, I didnt see the harm in coming again (no pun intended).

It had worked like a Spice Girls reunion, i.e for one night only.

But there is a problem with attending a porn cinema twice: you look like a bit of a sex pest. Some things, like a love of Celebrity Big Brother or penchant for Pot Noodles, should remain hidden until your prospective suitor is invested enough that they are willing to ignore a vice or two or eight or ten And so, I had neglected to tell my date about my previous public porn experiences.

Any attempts to keep this secret, however, were thwarted on arrival when, as my date suspiciously took in his surroundings, I was greeted by a swift paddle to the arse and an exclamation of Darling, so good to see you again!.

So much for patron confidentiality.

Cat out of the bag we headed to the bar, where I smiled sheepishly, shrugged and ordered a large and very alcoholic drink.

With two, probably quite shocking, revelations made in the space of about five minutes I was impressed that James was still standing. But with giant cocks about to be thrust in his face (not literally, of course) I was worried that a sensitive disposition may suddenly reveal itself and thought it best to change that, so we took our seats and settled in.

Of course, events such as this should, by their nature, attract people of a more free and easy persuasion. But no matter how liberal people consider themselves to be, once confronted by a room in which the loudest thing that can be heard is the unmistakable suction noise of a penis repeatedly entering a vagina, its very easy for them to revert to the typically British stance on publicly viewed sex that is, that it should only occur when watching an episode of Game of Thrones.

To be fair, the challenge of acclimatization wasnt exactly helped by the fact that the first film which, to avoid being implicated in operation YewTree, I should point out was a CARTOON focused on a little girl masturbating. We looked on quietly horrified, but again too British and too polite to protest, while she rolled around amongst the flower buds with a finger on her, uh, flower bud. After what seemed like a fucking eternity these enveloped her in a climatic ecstasy before she re-emerged, a fully fledged and, thankfully legal, woman.

It was, I guess, meant to symbolize sexual awakenings and burgeoning femininity. A theory that I was now desperately trying to convey to my probably-terrified date. I attempted this through what can only be described as a series of gymnastic eyebrow movements. This and the other, equally, if not more, important message of by the way I am not a pedophile. Luckily, while obviously perturbed, his capacity for the downright-fucking-weird/borderline-illegal seemed strong, something that would stand him in good stead if we were to continue dating.

The rest of the porn was, all in all, less controversial something not hard to achieve considering how wed started and catered to a variety of kinks, including bondage, dildo usage and gay sex. In places it was even arty enough to be considered cultural rather than simply perverse. An effort that was possibly wasted on me.

All of this meant that, despite a rocky start, I soon felt a hand on my knee. This was, of course, a welcome development but I couldnt help but check that it was 1) who I thought it was and 2) an invitation and not a cry for help. And yes, on inspection, I found that James expression had changed from one of terror and trepidation to something like the look an extremely hungover person might give a Maccy Ds.*

And, actually, it wasnt just him. It was clear to see that, for others too, the hormones had started to flow and the blood to pump. This, of course, could have been something to do with the wine that had flowed and the beer that had been pumped. Public porn watching, it could be concluded, is all about achieving the right level of lubrication who would have thought it. Either way, people were horny as fuck. Myself included. Although I still kept a wary eye on the bloke on his own in case of any rapid and repetitive arm movements.

Now, if my experiences at weird events have taught me anything, it is to always expect the unexpected. But what came next shocked even me. And I had just been forced to watch cartoon kiddy porn for Gods sake.

Someone only went and fucking proposed!

I kid you not- down on one (probably quite sticky) knee, amongst a sea of twitchy hands and awkward public boners. Im not sure who was more surprised: the gaggle of horny audience members or the blushing bride-to-be. But if she was hesitant about getting betrothed in front of a 20 foot vagina, or in any way wondering how she would relay this story to her grandchildren, she didnt show it as she gleefully accepted. It just goes to show, sometimes the thing more shocking than a guy in a gimp mask having his testicles trodden on, is true love.

Overall, despite the multiple opportunities for awkwardness, embarrassment, and general fucking weirdness, the evening was a success. So much so that the audience, having revealed their true perverted nature, requested the porn reel to be stuck back on while we finished our drinks. Although we were informed, we were going to skip the weird, pervy and paedophilic cartoon from the beginning. It turns out even porn peddlers have their line. And so, our date came to a close to the soundtrack of gentle moans and a now rather drunken Madames proclamations of Its alright for you lot, Ive got to stay and clean up. Youre all going home to fuck each others brains out!

Did we? A lady doesnt kiss and tell.

She does, however, watch porn and write about it.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/06/07/the-time-i-took-my-date-to-a-porn-cinema/