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zvdvdlvr · 10 days

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roommate!james potter who doesn’t really get why you don’t understand that he like likes you (me trying to understand characters & theirnpersonalities better) “Perv,” you giggle, shoving the comforter into James’s face. You shimmied on a shirt at least a size too big for you and pulled a pair of James’s Calvin Klein boxers over your black underwear.

“Nothing I haven’t seen the night before,” James muses, wrapping his arms around you as you tried your best to walk forward. “Dunno why you don’t walk around shirtless like me when it’s summer. You got great boobs and you’re actually physically hurting me but keeping them away.” During his rant, James’s hands had snuck up your shirt and groped your tits, fiddling with your nipple with his thumb.

“Because it’s weird! I’ts not like I’m your girlfriend or anything. We’re just roommates,” you shrugged, reaching up to grab Nutella from a cabinet, giving James the opportunity to run his hands down your hips.

“Really?”

You sighed. “Yes James. We’ve literally talked about this and how- how many pieces of toast do you want?-“ you asked mid-sentence.

“Two, lovie,” James answered, resting his chin on your head, watching your blurry movements without his glasses.

“Anyway, James you actually have to like like girls instead of wanted to have sex with them all the time to have a girlfriend,” you continued.

“I like like you. Thought you knew,” James replied, large hands going back up your shirt to rest on your boobs.

“Whatever, Jamie. Lets eat breakfast before you get all- all Jamie-like,” you said, bustling sround the small kitchen with the man curled into you like a parasite.

“Okay, lovie.”

#x reader #female reader #fluff #x female reader #jules writes 📓🖊#james potter fic #james potter #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #the marauders #hp marauders #dead gay wizards #marauders #marauders era #roommate!james potter #james potter fanfiction #james potter x you #james potter oneshot

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kyouka-supremacy · 7 months

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Bsd's central theme actually is that you need friends so that you don't turn evil and try to destroy the world

#jules gabriel verne #ōchi fukuchi #tatsuhiko shibusawa #fyodor dostoevsky #osamu dazai #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd 55 minutes #bsd ch 104 #bsd dead apple #mine #q.#29/12/22 #Edit: Post was made before ep 11 dropped obviously but I added the frames because?? Like??????#I was right

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phopollo · 4 months

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My favorite Netflix series wlw ships who's dynamic is just "two autistic girls"

They are all so important to me

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eff-ston3m · 9 days

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itsthegayseason · 2 months

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✦ BEGGING IN SECRET.

pairing — capri donahue x gn!reader

word count — 1.7k

content — capri is a brat but we love her, use of y/n, reader calls capri "princess," smut, sub/bottom!capri, biting, praising, oral (capri receiving)

+18 ONLY, MDNI.

this was a request <3 rqs are always welcomed!

you and capri donahue, the school’s most popular girl and cheerleader, have been secretly seeing each other for a few months now. your friends called you stupid for getting into capri’s trap, as they liked to call it, saying she just wanted a distraction after her boyfriend dumped her. but in all pure honesty, you could not care less. all you wanted was her.

she giggles when you push her against the wall of her bedroom and smile against her neck. “you can't go two days without me?” she teases, massaging your shoulders lightly. you shake your head, lips trailing upwards until they meet hers in a tender kiss. she's a bit surprised at how gentle your lips were moving against hers, used to the hot, desperate kisses you usually shared, but she's not opposed to the sudden change - not at all. her eyes flutter shut, responding to the kiss. sighing softly, you feel her arms wrap around your neck and pull you closer against her body.

the kisses progressively become more heated, your hands exploring each other's body in curiosity - you two never did anything past kissing and handsy makeouts on your couch. when your hand sneaks under capri’s shirt to caresses her bare stomach, she lets out a soft whimper against your lips at the coldness of your touch, your fingers like ice against her warm skin. you break the kiss, both of you gasping for air as you stare into each other's eyes, looking for the same thing - any signs of hesitation. when none is found, capri slowly moves her hips against yours in a silent invitation, perhaps a request… a demand, you think, finding nothing but pure lust in her eyes.

she lets out a breathy moan as your knee finds it's way between her legs, pressing against her core and teasing it with light touches, driving her crazy with desire. “are you sure? we can take it slow-” you begin softly, quickly being cut off by capri grinding against your leg almost desperately. “i’m sure.” she whispers, and it's the quietest you've ever heard her voice. “please. i need this, you.” your eyes widen slightly at the pleading tone, an extreme change compared to her usual demanding, bossy and bitchy, even, attitude. and here she was — capri donahue, begging. begging for you. begging for you to make her yours.

you let out a low groan, attaching your lips to her sensitive neck, teasing the skin there with gentle kisses and licks before biting down hard onto it, making her yelp in both pain and pleasure. “s-shit…” she gasps, tilting her head as her eyes flutter shut. “harder.” you raise a brow, pulling back to look at her face, wondering if you just heard her correctly or if you've officially lost your mind. “you heard me. harder.” she repeats, back to her usual bratty tone, the challenging fire back in her eyes. a smug smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. “you want me to bite you harder, princess?” you purr against her ear, smirk growing when she shivers at your voice. “then you gotta stop with the attitude, alright?”

she feels ashamed at how turned on she got by those words and your demanding yet soft tone, blushing as she feels the wet patch forming on her underwear. she nods, tugging on her lower lip harshly. “ahhh, good girl.” you praise, pulling back to look into her eyes as you give her a smile; a smile that makes her heart race wildly. “now use your words, what do you want?” you question, your knee pushing against her cunt once more.

she gasps, eyes closing. “s-shit, okay. i want you to fuck me. please, please, i need it.” she pleads, her voice shaky with need and a hint of shame - shame at how submissive she was being, it felt.. out of character. but she needed you, more than anything in the world. “need what?” she groans at your teasing tone, and she was sure you had the biggest grin on your face when with her eyes closed - it was audible in your voice. “your fingers inside me. please?” she whines, pouting.

you kiss her, your tongue invading her mouth and making her gasp. she lets out another needy whine against your lips, feeling your hand rubbing her pussy over her damp underwear. so needy for me, so, so, wet.” you purr as you break the kiss, leaving her gasping for air and craving more. your free hand grips one of her breasts, mouth moving to lick her neck teasingly, her sweet noises of pleasure whenever you find a sensitive spot on her skin driving you crazy with desire. you’ve got to have her. her eyes widen as you suddenly bite down onto her flesh without a warning, harder than the last time. “that will leave a mark, for sure.” you say proudly.

she moans softly at the thought of being marked by you, spreading her legs further apart. finally, you pull her panties down, stopping her when she tries to remove her skirt as well. “leave it on, princess. looks good on you.” she nods, hand awkwardly dropping to her sides. her head falls back against the cold wall when you capture her clit between your fingers, twisting and teasing it. “fuck...” she mutters under her breath, legs turning wobbly as she tries her best not to cum at the simple gesture.

her needy noises fill the otherwise quiet bedroom as you drag your fingers along her pussy lips, collecting her wetness. “you have no idea how gorgeous you look right now.” you whisper, dropping to your knees. she gasps, her hand instinctively moving to grab your hair. you smile up at her, giving her a wink before spreading her legs further apart, holding her thighs and giving her clit a slow, teasing lick. she mewls pathetically, tugging on your hair and you groan against her soaking pussy, taking in her scent. you lean in again, rubbing your nose against her clit before taking it into your mouth and sucking lightly, causing her to see stars.

“holy fuck-!” she moans, wide eyes staring down at you between her legs, lips glossy with her juices. you chuckle, the vibrations making her, somehow, even wetter. “please, y/n. god, please.” your hands move to cup her perfect ass, squeezing it and making her whine, pushing up against the touch, seeking more. “pretty, pretty girl.” you praise, eating her like a starved animal. “your taste is so addictive, i could eat you for hours. but i bet you would like that, wouldn't you?” she nods feverishly, eyes closed tightly as she tries not to crumble completely under your ministrations, her hips thrusting against your face.

you spread her folds with your fingers, giving her clit a kiss before slipping your tongue inside her tight entrance. she moans, gripping your shoulders for support while she thrusts her hips against your face, eyes rolling back at the sensation of your warm, wet tongue fucking her. when your thumb starts rubbing her clit in slow, lazy circles, her moans get louder - more desperate. you grin against her, sucking and kissing every inch of her dripping pussy hungrily, eyes closed as you savor the sweetest thing you’ve ever eaten.

“g-god, y/n, you're so good at this…” she manages to gasp out between moans, nails scratching your shoulders and neck accidentally as she loses herself in pleasure. you don't complain, only muttering a smug ‘thank you’ against her clit before lapping at it again. “so close!” she warns, moans becoming high pitched as you double your efforts to bring her to her climax. “don't cum yet.” you order and her eyes widen, looking down at you. “what the fuck?!” she says in annoyance. you pull back, thumb still tracing tortuously slow patterns on her hardened clit. “if you wanna cum, you gotta behave.“ you tease, grinning devilishly. “now be good and ask nicely.”

she bites her lower lip in a mix of anger and embarrassment, hips still bucking against your hand. “please, y/n. please, let me cum. i need it, please.” she has her usual snobby, annoyed, bratty look on her face, but her eyes are glistening with unshed tears and her voice is shaky. the sight of capri donahue, school royalty herself, looking so vulnerable, so broken, so needy all because of you fills you with pride, a grin creeping up your face. you go back to your ministrations, lapping up her sweetness and rubbing her hardened, swollen nub. your name leaves her lips like a chant, and her whimpers and cries are sweet like honey. you watch with lust filled eyes as her eyes roll back and her back arches, body trembling. “s-shit.. gonna cum..”

with a high pitched cry of your name, she comes undone, nails digging into your shoulder and legs shaking. you hum in approval, drinking her sweet juices and caressing her thighs slowly. “fucking… hell…” she pants as she comes down from her high, head falling back against the wall and hands tangling in your hair, messing with it gently. you chuckle and place a quick kiss on her inner thigh before standing up and wrapping your arms around her waist, kissing the top of her head.

she whines, arms lazily thrown over your shoulder and face buried in your neck, her breath coming in short gasps. “you did so good.” you whisper against her ear, making her snuggle even closer to you. “and you taste so sweet.” she slaps the back of your head lightly at the statement, making you laugh. you can feel her heart racing against your chest and you smile softly at that, playing with her hair while you wait for her to recompose herself

you feel her smiling against your neck, then placing a gentle kiss on the soft skin. “thank you.” she pulls back to look into your eyes with nothing but pure adoration, your lips meeting in a tender kiss. as you pull back, you whisper, “anytime, princess.”

#published by jules #capri donahue x reader #capri donahue #darby and the dead #auli'i cravalho x reader #wlw fanfic #wlw smut #aulii cravalho x reader #aulii cravalho #janis 'imi'ke x reader #aj campos x reader

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cheriboms · 7 months

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doctober day 23: nostalgia

fact: doc has a saxophone in his garage in both 1955 and 1985, with seemingly no ties to his scientific pursuits. hypothesis: theres some sentimental reason, maybe he played (plays?) it as a hobby since and/or prior to 1955...? conclusion: they def had at least one jam session

[[ proof of my claims >:0 ]]

#back to the future #bttf #marty mcfly #einstein brown #doc brown #emmett brown #doctober #doctober 2023 #christopher lloyd #michael j fox #my arts #my sketchy wip arts #i had like half a ficlet typed up for this instead of a drawing but then i realized itd be very out of place for my content so far #so i had to start over. hence lateness even tho this is very simple overall >_<;#maybe if i ever do a proper fic ill just put that scene in lol. i kinda dont want it to go to waste ehh :P #anyway i know they bonded about an interest in music. pry it from my cold dead heads #tbf doc has a jukebox and obvs the amp in 85 which could be more evidence but also u could argue those were put in specifically for marty #HOWEVER there is no debate abt the sax. WHY would 55 doc have (and keep??) that for 30 years unless he had some sort of attachment to it !!#ive connected the dots !!! (you havent connected sht) IVE CONNECTED THEM !!!!!#i personally think he got it in his pre jules verne era. ie before he got into science and was just kinda figuring out what he wanted to do #bby doc like 'uh idk music??' n his mom like 'ok sweetie which one do u want' and obvs he has to pick the quirkiest one in the store. king #so hence why i categorize this under the 'nostalgia' prompt. its like a childhood hobby that he revisits thanks to his musical teenager <3 #but thats all just my theory so uhh yeah ;w;#also every time i listen to 'back in time' this image manifests in my head. it literally has guitar and sax so like. its them. TO ME #also also i hate drawing instruments BYEEE. like youd think after being in 2 other music heavy fandoms id know how but. u would be wrong

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weedle-testaburger · 2 years

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i love the trend modern cartoons are establishing of an enby showing up for like an episode or two and being way cooler than necessary

#personal crap #nonbinary #steven universe #su shep #craig of the creek #cotc angel #the owl house #toh masha #dead end paranormal park #dead end jules #they may all be minor characters but they have major places in my heart <3 #even jules they may be a dick but they're so extra i love them too

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weirdlookindog · 2 months

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Alphonse de Neuville (1835-1885) - A grove of dead trees

Illustration from Jules Verne's "Twenty thousand leagues under the sea", 1870

#alphonse de neuville #a grove of dead trees #jules verne #twenty thousand leagues under the sea #petrified forest #underwater world #ocean #sea #mystery #story illustration #art #gothic romanticism #illustration

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aceofvase · 5 months

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#red is my favorite color #jules is dead #cybele #june has earworms

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vonlipvig · 2 months

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first thing i did when i woke up was go on twitter and get blasted by that deleted scene in anatomy of a fall of sandra going DROP DEAD!! I CAN'T STAND ANY MORE OF YOUR MEDIOCRITY!! JUST DIE!! DISAPPEAR!! and like 1) sandra hüller the ACTRESSSS that you are, and 2) again, i fully understand why this didn't make the cut. babygirl would be in jaaaaaail lmao.

#anatomy of a fall #ALWAYS SOMETHING NEW ABOUT THIS MOVIE READY TO KICK MY ASS HUH #god this kills me.......#cause yes these are Not Canon but like. her anger is still real. her exasperation with samuel's...idk outlook on life? his inaction?#and who hasn't said horrible things they immediately regretted? cause i still believe she's 100% innocent #but like!!! imagine saying this and the next day HE DIES. she would be devastated! she does love him still!#like even without this scene that's still an aspect of the movie that it's kinda fucked up to stop and think about.....#like no i dont think she killed him but GOD does she feel in any way responsible? deep down? it must be a horrible experience #GOD SANDRA VOYTER I LOVE YOU #anyway it's a bit funny her saying DROP DEAD! like oh girl not that dkjffkjfhj declared instantly guilty lmao #according to jules

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zvdvdlvr · 17 days

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Cherry Flavored

🍒 - Synopsis. Cherry farm + hopelessly in love + kissing.

🍒 - Warnings. Fast paced. Fighting. Concussion. Kissing.

It was late April, sun making the days hotter and longer. The gang had settled near Valentine, a small and tightly-knit town. In true womanly outlaw fashion, you politely introduced yourself and made yourself look as innocent and harmless as possible (the thing with appearing innocent and normal? you had three distinctive claw marks running down your face from when John got the both of you stranded on a mountain.)

Almost a week after settling down, Arthur Morgan had gotten into a bad bar fight. Luckily you, Lenny, Javier, Charles, and Bill were there to help fend off the irregularly large man from beating the life out of Arthur.

Though you definitely blew your cover of an innocent woman, Arthur won the fight.

In the aftermath of that fight, Arthur had let you pull him onto your horse and ride off into the night: putting as much distance from the incident as possible.

“Yeh alright?” Arthur asked, gravely voice low and close to your ear.

“‘M alright. I should be asking you that question, Arthur,” you replied.

“You know I can survive more’n that,” he grumbled. Arthur rested his bloodied forhead on your shoulder. “Didn’t mean to make a mess of things… I know you was gettin’ along fine with some of those people.”

You shrugged the shoulder Arthur wasn’t leaning on. Protected by your ribcage, your heart rate beat faster. “You’re more important- the gang is more important.”

Arthur’s eyes closed at your words. He wished more than anything he could feel normal afyer you said that. You’re more important. If only you knew how important you were to Arthur. He stayed quiet, the arms wrapped around your waist to stay steady tightened.

“Don’t fall asleep, Arthur,” you murmured. “You probably have one of those concussions- a bad one, if I had to guess.”

“Yes ma’am,” Arthur groaned, bringing his head up and focusing on the moon. Yeah, the world may be spinning, but at least you were there to take care of him.

Slowly, you eased your horse to a stop. You let Arthur dismount before following suit. As you patred the neck of your horse, you watched Arthur wobble on his legs beside you.

The man surveyed the area, a small farmhouse and crop growing about twent feet away from where you stood.

“Do you like cherries?” You asked. You linked your arm in Arthur’s and lead him closer to the crop. “The family here grows some damn good ones. They’re good for detox, but might make ya tired,” you said.

Arthur watched you reach out for a cherry and pluck it off the plant. You offered him one, and reached for your own. Arthur hadn’t had cherries in so long, he himself didn’t even know if he liked them. He watched you place the cherry into your mouth, moonlight lighting your face and making your eyes and lips shine. You sighed in delight, leaning slightly into Arthur, momentarily forgetting the fight.

Arthur placed his own cherry on his tongue and watched you pull out the pit by the stem and toss it away. A bright snile painted your lips when you turned and saw Arthur looking down at you, dark eyes watching your every movement.

“Good, right?” You urged, nodding to the stem between Arthur’s lips.

Arthur nodded. “Real good,” he answered. He reached behind you and picked another cherry. “Open.”

You opened your mouth and watched, dazed, as Arthur took great care in tucking the red flesh between your teeth.

You took a bite, feeling juice run down your chin. The red liquid gleamed under the light of the moon, taunting Arthur to remove it.

So he did.

Arthur reached out slowly, giving you the chance to step back. He swiped his thumb under your bottom lip, collecting the cherry juice and then bringing it up to his own lips and sucking it off his thumb.

“Well,” you breathed, eyes darting between Arthur’s lips and his mouth. “Can’t do that to a woman and not…” you started, trailing off.

“And not what?” Arthur prompted, stepping closer. He tilted his head, hand hovering over your cheek.

“Kiss me,” you finished breathlessly, leaning further into Arthur’s touch.

Arthur leaned down and captured your lips in his. He tasted the whiskey and cheery on your lips- a taste he could get addicted to. He groaned into your lips, opening his mouth and inviting you in.

Arthur didn’t know how long he stood there, tasting you, but he assumed he had been there for a while when he saw a light flicker on in the distance.

You pulled away, a smile om your flushed lips. “We should probably go,” you murmured, picking a few more cherries and storing them in your pocket.

Arthur mounted your horse. “I think I do like cherries,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and letting your presence soothe his aches.

#arthur morgan x reader #fluff #jules writes 📓🖊#female reader #x female reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan smut #arthur x reader #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption community #red dead fandom #rdr2 community

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