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haechurch · 1 year

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chef-d'oeuvre

jaemin x fem!reader

smut, minors dni, husband wife relationship, making out, oral (f receiving), grinding, nipple play, unprotected sex, breeding kink, kind of cockwarming idk, creampie? marking lol etc

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"Honey?" You called your husband as you walk into the bedroom, he was currently sitting at the edge of the bed, talking to his phone for a while before he hang it up, finally facing you.

"Yes baby?" Jaemin put his phone down on the drawer and replied. But you remained silent, apparent to unconsciously bit your lower lip. He didn't realize, but when he was on a call earlier and you waited at the door frame, you can't help but eyeing him from head to toe, how he looks so fucking good with his suits tonight.

Jaemin called again, making you pep up from your fantasy. He's not dumb and was aware of what's up on your mind just now, there's no way that he's missing out on how you staring at him with a lust gaze earlier.

He shifted on the bed, taking off his dark suits then manspreading in front of you. Both of his hands carried his bodyweight that leaned backwards. You pressed your thighs together when he give you the look, one of his eyebrow cock and he snickered at you.

Fuck this man. He's so fucking hot.

"C'mere." He spread his arms as he's welcoming you, and just like hooked on something, you obeyed and walked to him immediately without being told twice. Then you take his hands as he made you straddle his lap. Both of your legs folded against his thighs and you rest your arms on his shoulder, while he rest his hands at your back and hip.

"You can do whatever you want to me, you know?" He leaned in to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as his lips ghosting to your skin ever so slightly that made you whimper, and you arched your back, indulging yourself to leaning onto his touch.

"Uhh i'm not saying anything." You play dumb and started to fumbling with his hair.

"But i know what you're thinking. You've been staring, baby, you think i'm dumb?" What he said just made you tuck another flesh between your teeth. And fuck yes you've been thinking of that since forever.

Without even saying a thing, you press your lips on jaemin's, the kiss was slow and sensual before it turned a little bit more passionate, tongue all over each other's with teeth clashing as you rolled your hips continuously that made him hiss pitifully. Jaemin's kisses traveled down to your jaw, neck, and collarbone, making you sigh dreamily at his doing. But then you remembered what you wanted to do with him just now.

"Jaem-" you stopped him by bringing his cheeks together. He hums sweetly, "hmm, what do you want baby?" He asked with such sweet tone and gaze. He's leaning onto your face, all smiling, sickeningly handsome, then gave your nose a little peck. All of what he did was making butterflies fluttering in your belly. "I just want to kiss you." You're being honest. He smiled sickenly sweet at your words and answered, "i'm all yours, princess. Kiss me as you wish."

You murmured "i fucking love you," before getting up and walk away to get your purse and pull your lipstick out, doing a pretty bold touch up with the red shade. You smile to yourself as you approached him again, neck bend down to match his face as his hands resting below your waist, and you started to slowly peppering kisses on his face. It begin with his forehead, his right cheek, then left cheek, and both the corner of his mouth. You already giggled at the sight.

Then you straightened up before doing the further ministrations, pushing him hard so his back was on the mattress with a bounce, and you started to undress him. You bend over slightly to grabbed his collar and unbind his black tie then tossed it onto the floor. Your hands pressed through his bulging chest and managed to unbuttoning his white shirt.

Button by button, he watched you carefully at your attempt to strip him in a slow motion, eyes locked at each other's. After you got his shirt loose and unveil the material apart, you put your hands all over his bare torso and crawling over him, then started to attacking his neck. You lick a long stripe up his throat, stopping at his jaw and giving them a wet kisses. You're not only marking him with your lipstick, but you sucked on the skin, hard. Intended to make a real mark that lasted for days on his beautiful throat. After you went from his neck you started to paint him more with litter of kisses all over his frame, down and down, with a painfully slow pace. It's making him losing his mind, the way you leave open mouthed kisses with some licks while got his chest all heaving, you know you're doing something to him, and it made you want to play even more.

You gave a chaste kiss next to his belly button before getting up, fully seated on his crotch, and meeting with his fucked up gaze while you sneered at him. Then you leaned down again to swirl your tongue against one of his nipples, letting a soft groan from him. You licked around the areola, and he won't stop grunting from there. You flick your tongue over his nipple again and again, switching from one to another. You lick, and suck, and swirl, and lick, and suck again, and you just got him squirming under your mercy. You felt his boner grazing over your thighs, and you cupped him by a hand, making him growl.

"Shit, y/n." You chuckled as you continue to roll your hips onto him, your clothing now were formless, the hem of your silk red dress hoist too high from your thighs, giving jaemin an easy access to grabbed your thighs and pressed onto him even harder.

"Wanna be inside you." Jaemin said between panting. Why would you turn him down while he asked so desperately?

Nonetheless, you wanted to keep teasing him.

"Yeah? Show me how much you wanted me then." As you said that, jaemin suddenly sat up, making your back pushed against the mattress. He's on top of you, kissing down your jaw, neck, and above your cleavage. You arch your neck, giving him all access he need to mark your body, and he sucked hard, leaving a shady red mark on your skin that will turned purple later. He pushed down your bodice, revealing your bare chest. He kneaded one of your tits while he laps and suck at the other one, making you moan. He keep going on the ministrations, making you writhing under him and you can feel your panties were already damp with arousal.

"J-jaem-," your hands were all over his back of head, squeezing at the locks every so often. Finally he let go your nipples with a pop, hands still kneading around your breasts. "Revenge." He said with a devilish smile.

He went down and grabbed the back of your thigh, sucking hard on the skin that awfully close to your throbbing core. He marked your inner thighs-high enough to finally reach your pussy yet felt too fucking far-with some of bites and sucking, his teasing making you buck your hips in the meantime, desperately wanted to feel him where you need him the most.

"Jaemin, stop teasing," you cry, and he just laughed at your miserable state. The dress you're wearing tonight completely pooled around your waist. He then snug his nose against your clothed core and inhale harshly, making you gasped, "oh my god-," your voice came out shakily. "I really like your scent. You're so fucking sweet." You felt tears almost slip from the corner of your eyes as he yank down your panties and dive into your core, eating you out like he's starving.

"Fuck." You place your legs on his shoulder and back, you buckled around him while both of your hands grab a handful of his hair. "That feels so good. So fucking good."

Jaemin hummed as you continue to cry out the way he eat your pussy out, how he have always been good at doing the shit. He laps at your folds and suck on the clit softly, making you lose your mind to get some another pressure and so you pressed his face against your sex harder, and he suddenly flick your clit relentlessly before sucking hard at the bundle of nerves, soon made you come undone.

You moan and pant from the overstimulation jaemin gave you, he's keeping on sucking and lapping around your pussy until you heard him unbuckled his belt and yanked his trousers along with the boxers down, his shirt now long gone and his cock springing free against his abdomen. "Gonna fill you up now, pretty wife." You shut your eyes, bit your lip, and nodded at his saying.

"So cute." Jaemin drag his cock along your fold, lubricated it with your wetness before eased his length down your hole steadily until he bottomed up, making the two of you sigh in a bliss. You stayed in the position where jaemin was on top of you, not moving, just feeling content while you guys kind of cuddle for a while. (Jaemin was actually being considered since he's fucking big and let you adjust around his size)

"Jaemin, you can move." You coo and he nodded, then started to fuck you slow, before eventually finding a pace and rapidly hitting your walls in a perfect way that made you a moaning mess underneath him. "Faster, harder," you cry out, and jaemin sped up, grunting, he tip his head back, bullets of sweat running from his temple. "Such a good wife, aren't you?"

He fuck you so good it left you stoned, all you can do now is taking him, take him like a good girl wife you are. Your hands were all over his torso, nail scratching his skin deliciously that got him hissed, clearly gonna leave marks behind.

Jaemin felt you clenched around him and he huffs, "come on baby girl, come all over my cock," all while drilling into your hole relentlessly. That's when you snapped, back arched high from the mattress, your voice were high pitched while jaemin keep thrusting into you, catching his own release.

"I'm close. Want me to stuffed you full of my cum, angel?" You kind of feeling too wear out, but you managed to respond, "yes please-," jaemin groaned, "gonna put a baby in you. Gonna raise the fuck out of our kids." He thrust hard for the last time before he spurt his white and warm seeds inside you.

Heavy breathing and panting were heard all over the room until you broke the silence. "Jaemin, get off me." You chuckled as he stay still above you, you can feel his cock getting softer inside you. "Jaemin, you're heavy!" You tried to push him away and he finally get up, suddenly pulled you into him for another kiss. You reciprocate his kiss and properly straddle his lap, all while his cock still inside you and got his cums leak out of you. In no time you eager to catch his lips again, you leaned in until he leaned back, almost losing his balance so he put one of his hands to rest on the mattress to support the both of you.

You let your arms hooked around his shoulder, deepening the kiss as you grab the back of his head, tugging hard at his hair that got him groaning, you kiss him hard with purpose and all messy, your lipstick smeared all over his mouth, leaving your lips all smudged. Both of you making out until one another gasping for breath, and you deliberately clenching on his length, making one of his hands that rested on your hips grasping hard on your skin, a warning.

You broke the kiss first and when you found him chasing for your lips, you stared into his eyes, clearly both of your pupils were hazy with lust.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He's panting against your lips.

"You say that to yourself." You kiss him one more time before quick to leaning back as you were checking on him.

Hands clawing at his shoulder for a grip and indulged at the sight you just made, seeing jaemin all vulnerable while your lipstick prints (and hickeys and scratch marks from your nails earlier) were all over his face and body, some of them were all smeared and shapeless. It looks like someone just.. attacked him.

You jeered and hummed in satisfaction.

"Masterpiece."

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supercool-here · 6 months

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me to myself: peel a tangerine and maybe you´ll calm down

#I INDEED CALMED DOWN #I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT #GO PEEL A TANGERINE #and eat it #tangerines #love tangerines #long live tangerines #tangerines season #one of the few things I still like about ducking fall #autumn #ducking autumn #personal #too many tags never too many tags #read this when #in need to calm down #in need to peel a tangerine

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inkskinned · 7 months

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what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?

i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?

a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?

in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.

girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.

there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.

for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.

something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.

is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.

most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."

a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.

#warm up #writeblr #this one has bothered me for a bit #any time a woman does something even passingly annoying we treat it like a fucking crime #hey man. women are allowed to be annoying. everyone forever is allowed to be passingly annoying #as long as they aren't hurting anyone/thing #like u wanna know something? i find it super annoying that men don't wear seatbelts #why arent there thousands of comments on driving videos thats just like : men try not to die in a car crash challenge #''this briefly annoyed me''. okay??????? AND????????????????? go get ur self a cookie and calm down about it #ur not entitled to control other ppl's experiences and emotions just so u can maintain ur own peace #if being briefly annoyed ruins ur whole day! you! need! therapy!!!!#men try not to become immediately angry about nothing challenge: level impossible #ps author is nonbinary. we didn't even get into the gender presentation thing #the fact men think it's SEXY that my voice is on the lower end....

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cowboysorceror · 1 year

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babysitting your work friend's kid and he asks to look at your patchwork quilt of a skull. wyd. inspired by Super Sons #6!

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mechabutchzilla · 5 months

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idk, i think she expected a spectral pair of breasts to spawn from out of nowhere

#metroid #metroid fusion #samus aran #metroid nightmare #didyouknowgaming: nintendo gave samus such a flat ass in metroid fusion that it made me angry #i needed to draw her with a round ass to calm down

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nocek · 9 months

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Is it a stupid idea? Yes. Did I have to go overboard and animate it? No.

But I had to and I'm not sorry ;P

#peter b parker #spiderman #mayday parker #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miles morales #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #tbh i notice that i have this group of fave characters that really fall under category of #i need to wrap them in nice fuzzy blanket and give them a hot cocoa #and miguel kinda pings my blanket and cocoa senses #but more like in an impending doom sense?#like he is going to get his ass kicked so much in the next movie #beyond is so going to be like you like this broken man?#hold my beer we can break him some more #i can just feel it in my bones #because for right now he pings my need to spray him with a water like a naughty cat he is an then hold him in air jail till he calms down #which objectively is a bad idea #unless you are this sunshine idiot spiderman that i love #and here is long story long why this comic happened :B

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jedi-starbird · 3 months

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Time Travel is my favourite trope and I think we need more fics where both Obi-Wan AND Qui-Gon time travel together because no matter when they get sent it's chaos. They're saving the galaxy and being physic flash-bangs to everyone around them.

like before Bandomeer?

The entire council is baffled to watch as Qui-Gon 'never taking a padawan again' Jinn has suddenly cut off his post-Xanatos depression tour to return to the temple and beeline to the creche with a frantic energy. His wild eyes immediately single out a fluffy, red-haired initiate.

"You." he exhales with a pointed finger, slightly ominous as he towers over the child. Said child starts vibrating with delight. "Me." he agrees, launching himself at the man. Qui-Gon drops to his knees with a thud that cannot be healthy. Obi-Wan's attempts to clamber into Qui-Gon's robes and maybe onto his shoulders is thwarted by the fact that Qui-Gon's massive hands are cupping Obi-Wan's tiny squishy cheeks. He stares at the initiate for a few minutes with an intensity that is starting to worry people.

Finally, "You're so small." Qui-Gon sounds like he might cry.

'What the fuck?' Plo Koon projects at Mace.

"I'm 9! That tends to be the case!" the child chirps back.

"You're nine." Oh. Ah. Qui-Gon's eyes are distinctively misty. He squishes the boy in a hug so hard he squeaks. Mace makes a series of gestures that imply the need for a head-scan. Depa obligingly drifts off towards the halls. Qui-Gon scoops the child up onto his hip and claims him as his padawan on the spot. The assorted council members and creche-masters burst into noise. Mace tells Depa to bring some space ibuprofen as well.

after Naboo?

Anakin is a little apprehensive of his place in both the order and Obi-Wan's life, but then one day Obi-Wan wakes up and is suddenly a lot less sad in the force?? In fact, if Anakin didn't know better he'd say he was almost giddy, but he's watched Obi-Wan try to pretend his world hasn't fallen apart for the past few months so it can't be that, right? And um, Miss Bant? He knows grief is a funny thing that affects people differently but he's pretty sure 'massive mood swing' and 'having full conversations with invisible people' is not...great? and you said to tell you if Obi-Wan got really weird in any way.

Anyway after a lot of medical exams, intense consultation with the archives, and a couple exorcisms, Anakin ends up being raised by his 'real' master and his ghost master. He is far more well adjusted emotionally and far less well adjusted for what counts as normal people behavior(not talking to thin air). When questioned on this, all he ever says is that he's talking to Qui-Gon. Isn't he...dead? Well, yes. Wait, he's a ghost? Ghosts are real? ...Well this ghost is real.

This starts a great number of existential crises among non-force sensitives and incredibly heated theological arguments amongst the Jedi. Whenever Obi-Wan is questioned on this, all he ever says is some variation of "the force got to know him for 5 seconds and kicked him back out." Mace backs him up on this even though that reasoning is technically blasphemous. Qui-Gon is having the time of his un-life. He's ascended to his final form, his sheer existence is a heresy, this is truly all he has ever aspired towards.

the Clone Wars?

The minute they get dropped back Qui-Gon immediately goes and haunts the shit out of Dooku. They have a signed terms of surrender and promise of info on the Sith Lord within the year. Only half of it is because Qui-Gon's giving Dooku complexes that are only perceptible to shrimp, the other half is because they now have a ghost spy that is not bound by the laws of physics nor spacetime.

Obi-Wan only nominally pays attention to this as he immediately goes and implements his 19 step seduction plan with Cody (he had to focus on something on Tatooine to pass the time). It fails. Spectacularly. Publicly. Ah right. Tatooine was not exactly the height of his sanity. Everyone in the GAR and temple is now riveted by High General and Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi's attempts to go on a date with his Commander, who bats him away him like a particularly annoying stray and seems one bouquet of cactus away from committing mutiny. Anakin is worrying if it means his master knows about his secret marriage and this is some sort of really weird power play. (It is, but not in the way he thinks)

The next time Dooku goes after Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon spends a good few months appearing tear-stained at the edge of Dooku's perception and only communicating in terrible wails and discordant mutterings of 'padawan. my padawan. my little one.' 24/7.

"Wait, you're annoying Dooku into surrendering?"

"Oh no Anakin, we're crushing his psyche like a bug. :)"