People Are Literally Sleeping On Him Istg

i had a vision

sending them a video of your baby kicking

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alicent

this should make you angry. children in gaza have been out of school for a whole year and will be out of school as long as the israeli invasion continues. palestinian children live in flimsy tents which do not offer them any protection from the heat/cold. they travel long distances to search for water. they are threatened by water-borne diseases and skin infections that are running rampant in gaza.

no aid has been allowed in gaza since may. there is a shortage of everything from food to medicine to blankets to tents. this means that prices for everything have gone up.

it has become very expensive to survive in gaza. heavy rains followed by the winter are fast approaching. a tent does not offer much protection against the elements.

help alaa [ @alaakh998 ] buy supplies for the winter and medicine for her son who is suffering from a skin infection. she has two children aged six and four. she needs to ensure their safety and welfare and it cannot be done without your help.

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NSFT Alphabet

jason todd x afab!reader

warnings: >18 i’ll block ur ass stay away 18+

A = AFTERCARE

Aftercare is just as important to him as sex itself, if not more so. He’ll lay with you until you catch your breath, giving light kisses to the nearest part of your body. Once you’re back to baseline, he’ll get a warm rag to clean you up, being more gentle than he needs to be with your sensitive body. If you want it, he’ll grab one of his shirts for you to wear and pull it over your head for you. He’ll cover you up in your blankets and hold you close, murmuring to you how pretty you are, how good you did for him, how much he loves you.

B = BODY

His favorite body part of his own is his arms. He likes how strong he is, plus they emphasize his frame which plays into his size kink too. For you, it’s your waist. As we’ll discuss more later, he loves holding onto your hips during sex and he’s a big fan of kissing down your stomach as a way to initiate.

C = CUM

He prefers to come inside of you most of the time, but he likes coming in your mouth or on your body too. He will not come on your face though, he feels like it’s disrespectful to you, even if you’re into it. He’s a big guy and he comes a lot—more than he wished he would. That's part of the reason he’d rather come in you than on you, he thinks it’s embarrassing how much comes out. The first couple of times you had sex he’d tried to distract you with kisses as he came, hoping you wouldn’t notice it. Once he learns that you don’t mind it though, even like it, it eases his anxieties considerably.

D = DIRTY SECRET

He’s definitely masturbated once or twice when you were asleep next to him and he didn’t want to wake you. He felt gross about it but you looked so good with the way his shirt rode up against the curve of your ass, your panties on display. Your cheek was mushed up against the pillow next to him and he wanted to kiss you silly more than anything, but you had to be up early in the morning. So he took care of it himself, admiring your pretty face. No, he’ll never tell you that happened.

E = EXPERIENCE

He’s had sex just enough to know that he has a big dick and has to be careful when he’s fucking someone. Before you it was mostly a method of blowing off steam, but it wasn’t something he craved like he does with you. There was always minimal kissing, if any, and it was more procedural than anything. So when it comes to romantic sex, his experience was 0 but that makes it that much better. He didn’t have too much experience otherwise and he was fine with that. He had more important things to worry about than sex. That was, until he met you.

F = FAVORITE POSITION

He likes anything where he can hold your hips the most. So cowgirl and missionary are never misses, especially for how well he’s able to see your face. He also likes fucking you against the wall, it makes for easy access to kiss you. In spite of how much he loves seeing your expressions during sex, he can’t deny how much he loves holding your hips in place during doggy. His least favorites are probably prone bone and reverse cowgirl, they’re too impersonal and dispassionate.

G = GOOFY

He’s going to take it very seriously the first handful of times. He’s not taking any risks about hurting you or making the experience anything short of extremely pleasurable for you. And in his mind, to do that he needs to focus. After you get more comfortable with each other though, he starts to relax and trust himself to be able to take care of you, even with a more laid-back attitude. The silliest sex you have will be when you’re drunk/tipsy, it’s very smiley and giggly. Generally, he’ll make jokes now and again, smile at your smiles, but he’s still more serious about sex than not.

H = HAIR

He’ll trim to keep up appearances, especially after he meets you, but it’s not something he’s overly concerned about. For you, he’s really truly completely neutral about whether or not you shave, but he’s likely to encourage you not to, if not only so you know you don’t have to change anything for him. But he won’t blink twice either way.

I = INTIMACY

Sex with you is always intimate for him. He tells you he loves you during it often, praising you constantly. He brushes your hair back when it gets messy and wipes your tears away with a gentle hand. He’ll call you beautiful and kiss you nice as he fucks you, holding your hand all the while.

J = JACK OFF

He rarely needs to get himself off, really only if he’s away on a mission for a while. It’s definitely not the preferred circumstances but he’ll make do when he has to. He feels like a fucking perv when he thinks about you while he’s doing it, but he can’t come otherwise. He knows you wouldn’t care but he still feels gross about it. The way he remedies this is usually by communicating with you directly, telling you how much he misses you and how much he wants you there with him.

K = KINKS

Above all else, he has a major size kink. He absolutely loves how much bigger than you he is and it gets him going at the most random times. He likes being stronger than you and making you go/stay where he wants you. On a related note, he also likes to restrain you. The implied deepness of the trust you have in him turns him on so bad. Plus, he likes being in control, and you not being able to wiggle gives him the chance to take care of you however he wants. Edging is another one he likes but he’s not always so good at it. He has a hard time denying you and when you’re begging him so sweetly to let you come…who is he to say no? Though, if you’ve been a bit of a brat he’ll be merciless about it. On the flip side, sometimes he’ll overstimulate you but it’s not his favorite of the two because he can’t always handle seeing you cry like that. But he does like the idea of you getting lost in so much pleasure that you don’t know what to do with yourself.

L = LOCATION

His favorite place to fuck you is anywhere in your apartment. Your bed, shower, kitchen, couch, the rug…He likes it a) because it’s private and he’s free to take care of his girl whenever he wants and b) he likes seeing you in the same spot going about your day where he’d made you come just a few hours ago. He’s also not opposed to subtle car sex, especially for going down on one another. He’s not a big fan of public stuff, if he were to do it, it would be in a situation where he was certain you wouldn’t get caught. He’s too private to get off on the risk and frankly, he doesn’t much like the potential of someone else seeing you the way he gets to see you.

M = MOTIVATION

He gets turned on by just about anything you do. If you wear tank tops, his clothes, shirt and no pants, those will all get him going. Then there’s things like play fighting, seeing you stick up for yourself (especially against him), when you yell, if you just touch him. He really is in love with you and everything that you do.

N = NO

JTLHG!jason is mainly dominant, but he can be submissive for you if you approach it the right way. You’d have to be subtle and encouraging or else his pride will get in the way. Anything him or you do in these times would be very soft and gentle, more vanilla than anything for the sake of reassurance. His biggest no here is restraints. Sex requires a lot of trust for him and as much as he does trust you, he would feel much too vulnerable tied up and he wouldn’t like it. However, when he’s the one in control he’s not afraid to be more…adventurous. That being said, he wouldn’t be into choking you or hitting you. I think even if you were very clearly into it, it would make him feel bad about himself on multiple levels. He doesn’t want to hit you, even sexually, and hates the idea of his hands around your neck. Public stuff makes him uncomfortable and degradation is a hard no for him.

O = ORAL

He prefers going down on you by a mile. He’s usually hesitant to let you do it, he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to or for you to potentially lose any pleasure during sex. He really does think it should be all about you and he has a hard time grasping that making him feel good makes you feel good too. He likes to hold your hands when he eats you out, or your waist. He doesn’t want to lose any physical contact with you—it’s a very intimate thing and he’ll treat it as such. He’s also been known to rub soothing patterns into your waist or wrap his arms around your thighs to hold them apart. When you give him head it’s overwhelming for him. He denies himself of it so much that he can’t handle it when he actually gets it. He likes to hold your hands here sometimes too, but more often than not he’s holding your hair out of your face so he can see you—the gentle weight of his opposite hand on the back of your head. He’ll struggle to catch his breath, lips parted.

P = PACE

It all depends on the mood for him. He can and will switch it up as needed. He can be very intense and rough, fast thrusts and heated kisses. This can be passionate or angry sex. He can also take it very slow and sensual, and depending on his mood, this can be either very romantic or very torturous.

Q = QUICKIE

He doesn’t really like quickies that much, he definitely prefers to take his time with you. Quickie’s don’t really allow him to prep you properly, something that’s incredibly necessary when having sex with him. Anyways he wants to make sure he’s able to give you the best experience possible and he can’t do that if he’s rushing. No, he really prefers to take as much time with you as possible.

R = RISK

As mentioned, he’s not much for risky situations. The riskiest he’ll get is car sex or sex at the manor. He might make out with you in an alleyway but he won’t full-on do it with you outside. He doesn’t want to be caught, doesn’t want to worry about it when he has more important things to focus on.

S = STAMINA

He can go for several rounds most nights and even needs to often. He feels bad about it sometimes though, he feels like one round should be enough for him and he shouldn’t need to take even more from you. Once he eventually gets it through his head that it’s okay for him to need more, he’s relentless. The thing about him is that he requires little to no recovery time post-orgasm before he’s on you again so you might have to remind him to slow down a little.

T = TOYS

He’s not the biggest fan of toys, honestly. He doesn’t like the idea of a piece of plastic making you come, doing his job for him. It also means he’s less hands on and he doesn’t like that at all. That’s not to say he wouldn’t use them ever, he just wouldn’t go out of his way to make it happen. If you had a vibrator or something and you wanted to use it he probably would, if not only so you don’t use it by yourself instead. Beyond that there’s not too much I see him wanting to use, nothing very intense for sure.

U = UNFAIR

He’s a big tease but doesn’t always have the capacity to see it through. If you beg him just the right way he just has to give you what you want. Until you’re able to crack that code though, he seems like an unbeatable force. He’s constantly touching you and it’s hard for you to tell if it’s absentminded or if there’s something more behind them. He’s an expert at attacking that one spot on your neck and getting you just as desperate as he is within a matter of minutes.

V = VOLUME

He’s a groaner and a grunter, low and deep. He, maybe intentionally, stops himself from moaning more often than not, especially when you’re first together. The best way to get him to make noise is to suck just below his jawline, caress over his v-line, or blow him. He can’t control himself when you do any of that.

W = WILD CARD

Jason secretly loves it when you give him as much shit as he gives you. He loves when you tease him, when you tell him “no, we’re not having sex you were being mean.” He can’t stop himself from smiling when you yell at him and he doesn’t even wish he could. As much as he doesn’t want to be submissive, he loves it when you don’t either.

X = X-RAY

Yeah so he’s 8.5 inches hard. He’s a big guy, it stands to reason that he’d have a big dick. It’s fat too, enough to make you cry the first time you take him.

Y = YEARNING

His sex drive is pretty fucking high after getting with you. It operates half as a means of affection and half as a stress reliever. And boy does he need stress relief. There’s phases where he wants you as much as every day, but more often than not it’s like 3-4 times a week.

Z = ZZZ

He wants you to fall asleep before him afterwards, he thinks it’s rude or something if he dozes off first. He’ll often brush his fingers up and down your back, easing you into sleep. If he’s not tired afterwards he’ll read while you nap on his chest, comforted by the in and out of your breaths.

what the point of mmf threesomes if the dudes don’t fag out a lil

Shared intentions — [18+MDNI!!]

summary: your betrothed has been away for so long, and as time passes, you ache for someone to keep you company—only to find that the one you seek is closer than you believed…

pairing: Alicent Hightower x Fem!reader, Gwayne Hightower x Fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: slight angst, religious themes, c!nnilingus, f!ngering, cheating, not proofread, english isn't my first language – (let me know if there were more!)

The weeks had passed at a deliberately slow pace. The hours had quelled and teased you as you waited at court, the walls closing in and suffocating you as you met dawn and dusk in the middle.

Your betrothed, Gwayne Hightower, had been gone for the Seven knows how long, and you’d been aching for him ever since he left the Keep. The days had been weary, the weather depressing, but mostly, they were slow. You had been husband and wife for only a few fortnights before he was swiftly called away to claim his post next to the new hand of the king, marching to lands where they’d bury the ashes of those who didn’t support the king’s claim.

The match had been one of romance. You had kept each other’s company for many months before the previous hand of the king suggested the marriage. You still reminisce about your wedding night and how you could give in to one another at last. You had only tasted the sweet flavour of love for a brief time, and already it had been taken away, leaving you in a burning state, longing to relive the moments you had together.

The match had been one of romance, or so you believed, nay, you knew. Therefore, you couldn’t fathom what made the interval before his arrival abruptly bearable. You weren’t sure why you stepped into the Great Sept of Baelor that evening, having never had a devotion to the Seven before, and your mind was blank as to why you claimed a seat next to the queen regent. All you knew was that she gave you the comfort you desperately needed.

It all began so innocently. From silent whispers in the Great Sept, to assuring eye contact, to solacing caresses, which then led to you being summoned to her chambers late at night. These meetings were sacred to you, never failing to remind you of their origin at the heart of the Seven. Although you were also aware of the illicit, sinful nature of your encounters, only the shadows of the night bore witness, unhearing of the wicked whispers the queen regent made dance across your flushed skin.

Nights turned into mornings, which then turned into evenings. Now, presently, at the fourth hour past midday, you struggled to keep your breath at pace. Your back was against the cobblestone wall in the queen regent’s chamber, the harsh touch a contrast to your soft, feverish skin. Your body lay lazily, barely clothed, as Alicent looked up at you beneath your skirt, her tongue hungrily exploring your folds, making you squirm beneath her touch.

She knew that when she curled her fingers inside you just right, it would draw out a heavenly choir, portraying you as a martyr, drenched in oil, with your face slightly glazed and the sunlight from the windows setting it aglow. And so, when she did, vindication had never tasted so intoxicatingly sweet. “Seven Hells, you always take it like a good girl,” Alicent breathed as her lips hovered above your cunt. Her other hand held your thighs up as her tongue finally sought out your bundle of nerves.

Your breath hitched at the mixture of her soft hums, vibrating your nerves and setting your lower stomach ablaze. “Alicent, please—” you whined, begging for more if any was even left. Your mind was a haze, feeling only her inciting, impure touch. The mere sight of your voracious state made her long for your release. “Let go for me,” she whispered, her eyes locking onto yours as she continued to work her fingers in and out of you, latching her mouth onto your clit like a woman starved.

Alicent watched as your eyes rolled back into your head at your release. Your body felt electrified, her touch making you see stars and feel as if you experienced heaven’s touch. She drank your nectar as your moans filled the room, and you were coming down. Your knees almost gave way when she got up, holding onto you and keeping you steady. “You did so well for me, do you know that?” she whispered. Her eyes were a soft, innocent touch to your dishevelled appearance. You nodded, returning an appreciative smile as she brought her hand to your face, faintly locking onto your jaw and neck. “We can’t keep meeting like this,” you said, though you leaned into her touch.

You watched her with her auburn hair worn like a crown, still unchanged after the event. You believed your meeting was born of lust, nothing else, with her dark brown eyes able to trap you wholly. Lust was a sin, though committed by many, whereas love would not just be considered infidelity, but something much worse, you thought, as you observed her flushed face and her wet, half-agape lips. Yet, something more than lust brewed inside you.

“We certainly can’t keep meeting like this,” she agreed, as her other hand lifted one of the sleeves of your dress, covering your breast again before her fingers trailed down to it, cupping and squeezing it slightly, causing your breath to hitch. She never looked away, daring you, seeking a reciprocated acknowledgment for what ached inside her. “This was the last time,” she whispered.

Before your mind could take over your actions, your heart already had. You pulled her into a lustful, carnal kiss, your hands roaming her body and pulling her against you. It felt as if no matter how close the two of you got, there was still space wasted between you. Nothing felt close enough, and the more you were away from each other, the more your mind and soul burned for her.

“Gods, you’re my greed,” she sighed as you moaned into the kiss. Her mouth opened slightly, allowing your tongues to melt together as one. She groped your breasts while you pulled up her dress from beneath, sinking two fingers into her heat. Alicent gasped as you thrust two fingers inside her with a fevered pace, making her rock her hips in rhythm. “You’re fucking soaked,” you breathed, feeling her wetness drenching your hand. With your thumb, you began rubbing small circles against her core, earning a blissful whine—a clear indication for you to keep going. And so you would have, had a loud knock on the door not nearly drowned out the scandalous, wet noises of your actions.

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The unyielding wind showed no pity against your skin as you made your way to the courtyard for your husband’s arrival. It was the fifth hour past midday, and the weather seemed to share the gods’ resentment toward you. You hadn’t been able to take a bath or clean yourself up, as the voice that held the knocker’s hand had proclaimed your husband’s arrival. Your heart had sunk at the announcement, and you had hurriedly left her chamber to ensure you met your husband before he could greet his sister.

You skin was covered in a layer of barely dried up sweat, and your dress was covered in wrinkles; you felt as if you had partaken in a tournament. You tried to flatten your dress as you walked down the fore stair, but in vain, as the fabric seemed unbending. It mattered no longer as you locked eyes with your husband across the courtyard. Seeing him in person again made you vividly remember the precious moments you had shared.

You recalled the way he’d comfort you and held you, his lean arms embracing you as he whispered tender words into your ear. The way he made love to you felt eternal, lasting evermore, with his calloused hands opening you up just right. And his lips, which had tasted every surface of your skin, or the way he looked at you, whenever.

You felt lost in a maze of thoughts, but it lasted only so long before your arm brushed against someone. Not just anyone, but the queen regent, Alicent Hightower, and everything you thought of your husband was swept away by your burning desire for her.

You looked at her, just for a moment, as she looked at you. It was nothing, just a glance, but you felt like everyone in the courtyard could discern your history from that fleeting moment. Your cheeks felt hot, and you looked away quickly, heading toward your husband. His eyes were still locked onto yours, a serious demeanor overcoming him, making you believe he knew. No, you knew he knew, until his eyes suddenly softened. The gods were making you paranoid; there was no reason for suspicion, you thought, so you ignored it.

“Gwayne!” you exclaimed joyfully, taking him into an embrace. You smelled him and felt that was all you needed to remember who you truly were meant to love. “How I missed you, my love,” he sighed, pulling away and taking you into a kiss. You felt him smile against your lips, which made you melt inside. This was good; all was well. Your husband was here, and no one but the gods knew.

Alicent watched as her brother embraced her lover. She knew she wasn't supposed to feel some grudge against Gwayne, since it was all part of the arrangement. As long as he was away, she was all hers, and vice versa. But the two of you seemed like two parts of a whole.

Her brother’s relationship was bound by oath, approved by the gods, whereas yours was a double-edged sword, rotating evermore, piercing whomever reached out first. Alicent merely prayed it was a riddle, with a riddle’s ending—a way for both of you to escape without hurting one another, for her blaze to either cease to exist or ignite as one.