#Not a Chance by J. Bliss

[randomstranger27]

Remember my super cool Mori? My Mori is different from regular Mori. It's like my Mori is in the top percentage of Nagayoshis.

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congrats on 1k !! 🥳🎂🤍

could you do 67 + 113 with jungwon <3

"fuck- are we really about to do this?"

"yes, won, now can you please stick something inside me? i don't care if it's your tongue, fingers, or dick. i need you."

you and jungwon have been dating for a couple weeks now and it's been nothing but blissful. except for...one thing; the fact that you two haven't had sex yet. the sexual tension has been driving you absolutely crazy; the way his hand lingers on his arm when he's near you, seeing a glimpse of his abs whenever his shirt rides up a little, or the way your kisses have turned into more heated exchanges.

the fact is you just cannot wait any longer.

you push jungwon onto your bed, straddling him as you move to take off his shirt. his breathing has quickened already, hands trembling slightly as he gets bolder with his movements. they move from your hips up over your ribcage until his fingertips are ghosting over the mounds of your breasts. you give him a chance to move on his own, but when you realize his hesitation and the way he nervously licked at his lips all you can do is sigh and grab his hands in your own and move them until they're firmly gripping your chest.

"touch me before i lose my mind," you moan out to him.

like a flipped switch, jungwon takes action and squeezes your chest firmly before rocking his hips to the side. now on your back, it's jungwon that hovers over you, his hands leaving your breasts to undo your jeans.

and finally, finally, with your jeans long discarded, you feel his fingers ghosting over your clothed clit. jungwon hisses at the wet spot and hastily pushes your panties aside and plunges a finger deep into your hole.

"do i really turn you on this much?" he's completely amazed, eyes glossed over as he adds a second digit, languidly pumping into you until your back is arching.

"you- you have no idea. please don't stop," you sigh and grip his shoulders, lowering him down into a searing kiss.

with three fingers in you now and the way you're moaning his name into his ear, jungwon is feeling more confident than ever, pressing his thumb against your clit and nipping at the side of your neck. he's never been so turned on by the way someone has said his name before. but the way you sting out the syllables of his identity has his mind going hazy. he quickens his pace and moves his hand to push your shirt and bra to the side, his mouth latching onto your nipple hungrily. he swirls his tongue around and blows cold air against it to see just how perky they can really get. it isn't until you feel him pull at your nipple with your teeth at the exact time his fingers beckon inside you that you feel that tight cord in your pelvis tighten, threatening to snap.

"j-jungwon. i'm gonna come. oh my god. please let me come." you're grasping at him for dear life, never expecting to come undone this quickly.

"then come for me," he whispers into your ear, his warm breath tickling you just right.

he continues to coax you towards your orgasm, more sweet words leaving his mumbling lips as he continues to rapidly thrust his digits in and out of you, not planning on stopping until he has you screaming beneath him.

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MORE YANDRE MILES PLSS I LOVE THEM

im just gonna put whatever comes to mind. trying to be as unhinged as you guys let me be. tell me if you want worse/weirder. fem reader.

Miles stopped caring about how fucked up he became when it comes to you. It doesn't matter when you're his only form of bliss he can find anymore. he kills every night. he can't sleep. he drains his mind and body every day. he has school grades to worry about and how he's gonna get the next 5 thousand from that one gang he made an agreement with two weeks ago. and, yet with the drugs he sees being slipped into people's hands on the way to school, and the syringes he feels cracking under his clean J's, the only thing that's pure enough to cleanse his mind, body, and soul is you. everyone wears the same shit to school every day, but you make it fit your personality and looks perfectly.

cut to the chase, he can't help but imagine being skin to skin with you every night. he wants you to rake your fingers into his scalp. fuck the fresh braids, he needs your nails on his skin. scratch his back, scalp, arms, anything. he wants marks of you on him any way possible. too young for certain activities, but when it comes to you, he'll fucking murder anyone. drug anyone, kill anyone for you. he hates when you pass him and he catches a whiff of your perfume, or even better, your natural musk. because he'll just stay in his head for the next few days. you're his high. he needs you.

he wants you to talk into his ears all damn day and never stop. he wants to hear you whisper, talk, laugh, cry, yell. everything. he never sees you crack a single smile in the science class you guys take together. But when he sees you howling your fucking ass off with your close friends, pushing, grabbing your friends, giggling, squealing with them, it just sets his whole body on fire. he's so fucking jealous of them, he just breaks anything in his vicinity at the thought of not having what you're giving them. he then began to wonder how he could have you for himself. he just wants you to give him all of you, and he'd obviously give you himself. why can't he have that?

when you pair up with him for a project in that science class you both share, he never thanked god so so so much in 15 seconds like he did when you began walking over to where he sat.

it gave him an excuse to stare at you and drink in every square inch of your body like he'd see an angel once and never see it again until he died. he greedily drinks in your scent while you speak. being able to see, hear, smell, and feel you if he tries hard enough, is almost overstimulating for him. he's great at hiding his emotions, but on the inside he wonders if this is what it feels like to take heroine. when you ask him a question about possible presentation ideas, he almost asks you to sit on his lap so he can hear you better.

Miles has been having maladaptive daydreams about you for the past year or so. so it was very difficult in that moment for him to separate his dreams from reality when he finally got a chance to communicate with you. before you left the class to get to your next period, you had already typed your number in his phone. he had already formed in his mind a way to locate your exact living apartment number. that way he can sneak in when you aren't there. miles needs you in his arms as soon as possible.

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Silly Competitions (s.jy)

pairing: jake x afab!reader

warning: 18+ MDNI !! (not proofread so sorry for mistakes)

genre/cw: established relationship, kinda dom jake, cunnilingus (both male & female), slight power play if you squint, fingering, handjob, riding, creampie, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap pls), jake calls reader pet names, slight ass eating i think (lmk if anything is missed!)

synopsis: you and jake bet on a silly competition to see who could overcome the other for a chance at dominance.

wc: 1.5k words

a/n: a little something short and sweet while i work on my other pieces ;) been having a bit of jake on my mind and this scenario popped into my head, no pt2 for this one, just short and simple <3 hope u all enjoy~

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“Fuck Y/n,” Jake let’s out a groan. He squirms under you as you suck on the head of his dick. There was no way he was going to win this competition. You let him go with a pop, grinning to yourself as you stroke his shaft. Finally this was going to be the day you win.

This was his idea after all. 

Jake had insisted you both have this little competition to see who’d cum first. This was how the two of you ended up in this compromising position— 69’ing. He swore you’d never win anyways. So, he made a bet with you that whoever cums first, gets to do whatever they want to the other. No complaining whatsoever. He knew you’d cave in first, but what he didn't know was how determined you were to win. He tried his hardest to hold back as groans and moans left his mouth like some sort of mantra. 

Your little mouth drove him insane. He felt like he was going to explode any minute now, but he wasn’t going to give up easily. He was taken back to reality as you engulfed more of his length into his mouth, deepthroating him like your life depended on it. 

You wanted nothing more but to be able to take Jake your way for once. You were going to make it your mission to win as Jake always had his way. But he wasn’t going to let up easily. He pulls your ass down, back onto his face, licking from your clit all the way back to your asshole. A moan escapes your mouth, the pleasure being too much for you to handle, your eyes start to tear up. 

If this was any other day, you’d be cumming all over his tongue, riding your high on his mouth. You throw your head back as the pleasures of being eaten out courses through your veins. One thing you couldn’t deny was how amazing Jake was with his mouth, always being able to get you to cum so easily with just his tongue. 

He slaps your ass, pulling you in close as he moans into your cunt lapping up more of your juices, loving the way you perfectly sat on his face. Your body trembles a bit, you feel pure bliss. You bring your head back down to his cock, taking his tip back into your mouth, earning a loud moan from him. You knew his tip was his weak spot. 

“Come on Y/n, y-you know you want to cum so bad, just do it alrea— ahhh fuck,” you cut him off as you twirl your tongue around his tip. He starts to leak. You stroke his shaft, sucking on his head. Jake bucks his hip, making you take more of his cock in. Before you knew it, he sticks his finger into your hole as he leaves little licks on your clit. Groaning onto his cock, you stroke him even faster, hallowing your mouth, sucking his tip harder than before.

The sound of mouths sucking and slurping filled the room accompanied by moans and mewls. You were getting closer and closer to release as Jake inserted another finger into you. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. No longer being able to take the immense bubble of pleasure building up within you, you needed to hurry and make him cum first. Jake pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them as he smirks deviously. He could tell you were getting closer to release. 

“J-Jake please… c-can’t take it anymore … need you to cum already,” you shakily let out, hand lazily stroking him in the moment. Jake chuckles, pulling away from your pussy, taking in the view before him. 

“You need me to cum? Baby you’re dripping… just cum for me already, I know you want to,” he said, you could feel his smirk through his voice. Pulling out of your trance, you spit onto his cock, using it as your makeshift lube, you stroke his shaft painfully slow. It was Jake’s turn to throw his head back muttering a “fuck”, his breathing turning heavy as he felt his climax approaching. Jake wasn’t going to let up easily though.

He wanted to feel your tight cunt around his cock and that was what he was going to get. 

Jake returns his attention back to your pussy as he continues to finger you, your juices dripping onto his face and down his neck. Everything about this being the filthiest he has ever felt and he wanted more. His fingers increase in speed as he feels you clenching around them. He knew you were close.

“Oh my god, Jakey~,” you moan as you practically start to ride onto his fingers. The competition no longer occupies your brain as you shove your ass back into Jake’s face signaling for him to go back to eating you out. Jake happily obliged, taking his fingers out and diving right back into you. He groans as you ride his face. Feeling the way you hump onto his face was enough to get him leaking again.

But that didn’t matter to you. You needed to cum. Jake takes you by surprise as he starts to suck on your clit, devouring every inch of your cunt. 

“Jake! I-I’m gonna cum!” you shout, grinding your pussy into his face harder than ever. He moans into your pussy, never once taking his tongue off of it. With one more grind onto his tongue, your orgasm surges through your body as you let out a loud moan following Jake’s name spilling out of your mouth over and over again like a broken record. You fall limp onto his body, panting as you try to catch your breath. Jake sits up slightly, moving your legs off of his chest, he pulls you into a hungry kiss. He pulls away, giggling at you as your face turns red from embarrassment. 

“Guess I win this time princess,” he cocks a sly grin at you. You sighed, rolling your eyes at him. “You gonna be a good girl and ride this cock for me?” Without saying a word, you push the blond boy back onto his back, as you straddle him. Taking his cock into your hands, you rub his tip up and down your slit before sinking down onto his length.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight and so fucking wet,” he coos at you. You put your hands onto his chest as you start to start to bounce up and down. Jake brings one of his hands up to your waist, gripping your side as his other hand makes his way up to your breast. He gives it a grope, watching you with lust filled eyes.

“God your tits look so good,” he groans, eyes rolling back. Not being able to handle the way your pussy clenches around, he pulls you down onto him as he fucks into you. His hand makes it way to your ass as he gives it a squeeze, pumping himself into you, so hard as the bed frame slams against the wall. You swore the bed was going to break any minute now. 

“Jakey~ please … harder,” you barely managed to let out. Jake pulls you into a messy kiss once more before pulling away, pounding at an animalistic speed into you. Your pussy creams around his shaft as he feels you clenching, suffocating his cock. He was so close. He moves his hand to your waist, holding you into place, your second orgasm brews within you as you can only let out incoherent words and moans.

“C-Cum in me Jakey,” you choked, tears falling from your eyes.

That was enough to drive Jake over the edge. He pounds mercilessly into you, skin slapping against skin. Overstimulated from your first orgasm, you scream as Jake pumps into you, causing you to squeeze around him, cumming all over his cock. He follows suit as you milk his cock, his cum filling you up as he groans out your name.

Slowly pumping in and out of you, he helps you ride out your second orgasm of the night. Your body trembles against him as you fall limp once more. He rolls the both of you over, now above you as he pulls out of pussy, his cum spilling out of your hole. He leans down, leaving kisses down your neck and back up to your mouth. Pulling away, he looks at you with a toothy smile as he starts to laugh. You hit his chest playfully, rolling your eyes at him again. 

“Hmm maybe we should have these competitions more often, huh Y/n?” He giggles into your hair, pulling you into his arms. You giggle as well, melting into his hold. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, now are you gonna clean me up or what?” you cock your brow at him as he lets out a defeated sigh, getting up from the bed and making his way to the bathroom to grab a towel.

At the end of the day, Jake would do anything for you. You were his princess after all,  no matter what silly competition the two of you decided to have.

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[harpsinfinity]

Hate-fucking

John "soap" Mactavish x afab!reader

Genre:smut

Warnings: piv, spanking (once), overstim, unprotected sex

For my favourite scotsman 😼😼

Johnny always had a hatred towards you.

He hated the way you smiled, the way you laughed. God, even you just being within two meters of him.

You two always had something to bicker about, always had snarky comments to throw at eachother.

Today you decided to push your luck, after coming back from a tough and stressful mission, you just had to make that one comment that finally pushed Johnny over the edge. He practically dragged you to by the scruff of your neck to his barracks

“fucking let go of me MacTavish ! or so help me i will-”

Your sentence was cut off as you were shoved into the back of a closed door, in johnny’s barracks, his lips crashed into yours before you could say anything else.

“Shut ye fuckin’ mouth f’once” he says with a low growl “g’na teach y’a fuckin’ lesson”

You face is shoved into the pillow, johnny’s scent still lingering on it, you hated it, you hated every fibre of him. But how were you to refuse the delicious bliss he was giving to you? When it felt so so good. He ruthlessly pounds into your sore, swollen pussy. You have no idea how long you’ve been here, beneath him, orgasm after orgasm and it looks like he isn’t slowing down or giving you ant mercy. He takes all of the pent-up anger you’ve caused in him out on your poor pussy.

you move your tear-soaked face to the side, giving yourself a chance to finally take a breath. One of his hands grip a chunk of your hair to make your eyes meet his. “This wha’ y'want? T’have someone fuck this pussy?” he lets out a guttural groan as you clench around him once more “drivin’ me fuckin’ mad with y’r bullshit”

You want to reply back, to tell him how much you fucking hate him, but all the snark and attitude completely gone. Your unable to form coherent sentences, only broken moans and pleas “j-johnny- please ! i-i need- fuck !” you whine and moan under him, the only thing you can do while he ruts into you. He lands a harsh smack to you ass, making you yelp out and clamp down on his cock “yeah, y’like that? Fuckin’ slag. G’na fuck the attitude out tha’ pretty mouth”

The harsh grip on your hips tightens, sure to leave bruises in their wake. Your grip on the sheets tighten, knuckles turning white as you hiccup another sob. Gushing around Johnny's cock for the umpteenth time that night, he doesn't stop spamming into you until fucks another load into you.

You lay limp against the bed, mind fuzzy and eyes glassy. Johnny leans down and grabs your tear-stained face

“Ye been fucked dumb enough? Or y’wan ‘nother one?” He chuckles at the whine you give in response. Testing Johnny might have been one of the best decisions you made

Harpsinfinity 2024©

[bisousbabe]

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Pair: Gunwoo x Reader

Rating: NSFW.

Warnings: in depth talk of kinks.

Author’s Note: Like this entire account, this post / content is for 18+ audience only. not proofread.

NSFW ALPHABET

A: Aftercare

Cuddles and praise. He loves holding you against his body —because you fit so perfectly— and caressing every inch of you as he gently and lovingly tells you how well you did. When he feels and sees that you’re in a calmer state, he runs a bath for you and just takes care of you for as ever long as you’ll let him.

B: Body Part (favorite body part on you)

Thighs. He absolutely loves your thighs. His hands seem to wrap around them perfectly, especially when you’re having sex and he’s pushing them against your chest. The thicker they are, the better.

C: Cum

At first, he’s shy about cumming in you. His face turns red and he’s a blushing mess when he does cum and decides to be a gentleman But as time goes on and the more you guys become intimate, he can’t help but to pull out and watch his seed leak from your pussy.

D: Dirty Secret

After you two moved in together, he was so in awe and curious about all of your clothes. He was excited to help you unpack, he even decided to finish unpacking your things when you had fallen asleep— separating the clean and “dirty”—and as he did, he came across your lacy panties.

Becoming a blushing mess, he stares down at them before running his calloused fingers of the soft fabric before curiously bringing the flimsy yet soft fabric up to his nose, inhaling your scent. He was ashamed after what he did next and after a few days while doing laundry you were utterly confused about where your panties went.

E: Experience

None. He was a virgin when you two met. You took his virginity. That’s what he really really wanted and although the entire thing was unplanned and a bit awkward at the start, he couldn’t help but fall for you even more. He wants you to teach him about everything about sexual intimacy with you.

F: Favorite Position

Missionary. Again, he’s rather obsessed with your thighs. So the chance he can grab, squeeze and push against them he will. They’re so soft underneath his grasps as his gaze moves between your face that churns in a blissful pleasure down to the sight of his dick stretching you open. Your arousal covering his length in a glistening slick with her thrust.

G: Gentle (how gentle can they be with you)

He knows his own strength, so he’s always gentle with you. He can’t help it. He’d never hurt you and only wants you to feel good.

H: Hair (how well groomed they are)

Gunwoo is usually completely hairless, given how much he boxes. With all the sweat, it’s best for him, he thinks. BUT if he’s not training or in championships, busy with life he can become forgetful and there’s his happy trail. It’s thin, straight and clean, though.

I: Intimacy

Very serious when it comes to being intimate with you. Rather it be in the bedroom or out. He’s very passionate in everything he does and wants you to know. He’ll remind you and be the most romantic person you’ve ever been with.

J: Jealous ( what happens when they get jealous)

At first, Gunwoo doesn’t know how to explain this feeling. He’ll follow you around like a puppy and make sure you’re always in front of him. Finally when it’s time for bed, he wraps his arms around you and softly whispers in your ear how much he loves you and how you’re his— happiness, love and life.

The gentle possessiveness does something to you. When you ask him to say it again, he does— quietly and timidly— when he sees that sensual and soft gaze of your eyes. His cheeks heat up with blush, turning into a rosy color as he looks back into your eyes.

The night is filled with the most gentle and passionate love making. Your bodies intertwining as one as he whispers his love for you and the sweet possession of you.

K: Kinks

There’s a few. Both of you have come to learn about and like these things together.

•katoptronophilia- you both have come to like watching yourselves have sex in front of a mirror. and no matter how many times you both find yourselves in front of one, you’re both hot with arousal yet bashful at the sight.

•sensory deprivation- he was unsure at first, because again, he’s never done anything like this but he trust you more than anything, so when you try blindfolding, he comes to really like the feel of giving you control and freewill to do what you want with him.

L: Location (their favorite place to do it)

Bed. As much as he’ll be adventurous with you in the way you two become intimate, he prefers to be home with you, in the bed you you share so he can concentrate on you completely and comfortably.

M: Masturbation

Whenever you two spend time, even days apart, he has moments where he can’t help but allow his mind to wander. Everything about you is enough to get him going. He could think about how you smile at him, the sound of your giggles or the sweet yet quick kisses you place on his lips. Every image of you— sexual and not— is a reason for him to stroke his dick to the thought of having you under him once more.

N: No (things he will not do, turn offs, etc.)

Geun-woo will not do any kind of impact play — spanking, slapping, etc.— nor choking. In his eyes you’re too precious for him to do such a thing.l and with all the fighting he has have to do, he’d rather not do it.

O: Oral ( giving or receiving. skills)

Never having given anyone head, he was rather nervous but eager to please you. And please you he did. It was almost worth questioning whether he’s done this before because the second he hand your legs over his shoulders and his face between your thighs

He jumps at the chance to have his mouth on your heat; devouring and tasting you as if it was the last time. Listening to your whimpers and moans as you call out his name like a prayer. The feeling of your tugging his hair or running your fingers through it always sends a pleasant chill down his spine.

P: Pace

Slow and sensual, but deep and steady strokes. He knows your body, so he will give you everything you need.

Q: Quickie

He doesn’t know the definition of a quickie. You both would have to cancel plans because once y’all start, there’s no stopping. He wants to love you correctly and give you aftercare afterwards.

R: Risk (experimenting? will they take a risk)

Because of the violent environment that’s been forced upon him, he won’t do anything to hurt you. But if it’s something light and

S: Stamina (how many rounds? how long do they last)

It’s taken some time for you to get used to and catch up with how long he can go. The highest amount of times you’ve both been at it is, five rounds. But it also depends on how needy the both of you are.

T: Tease ( how likey they are to tease, etc. )

Geun-woo isn’t one to tease. Mostly because he doesn’t know how to, but also because he just wants you. He’ll even start lightly pouting when you begin to tease him.

U: Unique ( any unique marks on their bodies. scars, birthmarks, etc. )

The scar on his face. He was very insecure about you seeing him with it, but now that it’s completely healed,

If you have any scars or birthmarks, he’ll absolutely love kissing and caressing them. When you’re being intimate, Geon-woo will idly brush over each mark with the most gentlest of touches. Telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves them and you.

V: Volume ( how loud they get)

Geon-woo is rather vocal. Deep and breathy moans that resonate within his chest. The sweetest and most loving words spill from his lips as he places kiss after kiss against your bare skin. Whispering into your ear how much he loves you and how good you feel.

He’d even whimper into the crook of your neck whenever you squeeze down on him. That feeling will never stop surprising him, no matter how much he likes it.

W: Wild Car ( something out of the ordinary for him, but not bad)

Although he’s a complete gentle giant, there are times where he’s so lost in the pleasure of having you tightly wrapped around him that he can’t help put to indulge in the feral love making with you. Especially if he’s been so busy that he hadn’t been able to relive himself to the thought of you.

Tightly gripping your hips and pulling you back against his thrust until he’s reaching deep enough that your tummy begins to bulge. Your whiles and moans filling the room as your lewd words be going for more fuels him on.

There’s been a time or two, that while you’re both lost in want and lust for each other, your deepest desires sometimes slip between your groans and moans. You begging for him to breed you full and him telling you he’ll fuck a baby into you. The first time of you hearing him say that, sent you down into a spiral.

X: X-Ray (underneath their clothes)

Geun-woo is built like a Greek God. Tall, fit and muscular. His body firm and smooth under your hands, excluding his battle scars.

Y: Yearning

Geun-woo craved you day and night. In sleep and awake— regardless if you’re right next to him. Thoughts of you, fill up more than half of him mind and he somehow falls deeper and deeper in love with you, while craving your touch and the feel of you underneath him.

Z: zzz ( how quickly they fall asleep)

Depends on how deliciously intense the sex was. BUT This man is a well oiled machine. Even after a few rounds, he’ll still be up. You fall asleep first and that gives him time to while you contently sleep, wrapped up in his arms.

[sinner-as-saint]

heartless pt. 2

Incubus!Bucky x Witch!Reader (fantasy au)

Read Part 1 here 

Run-through: Introducing your demon boyfriend to your magical community went well. Starting a family with him was even better than you could ever ask for. 

Themes: domestic!incubus!bucky, fluff, pregnant!reader, smut, size difference, protective!bucky, HEA, breeding kink, he has wings and a tail, 

“Bucky?” 

You called out and waited. He was still getting used to his new name so sometimes it took him a while before he replied. 

A few moments went by and then he shouted from downstairs, “Yes?” 

You smiled and shouted back, “Can you come here please?” 

Then as usual, he showed up before you could even blink. As if he stepped out of thin air. “Are you alright, little one? What is it?” He crouched beside the bed, worried as he looked down at you. “Do you need anything?” He asked, reaching out to touch your cheek. 

You almost purred at his touch, squirming just a little under the sheets. It was way too early to wake up but surprisingly, Bucky was always up before sunrise. “Yeah,” You said, “You.” 

He chuckled. “Insatiable, aren’t you?” 

You smiled then lifted the blanket off of the bed, inviting him in, “Come here, it’s so warm in here.” You said. 

He sighed before sliding under the covers with you, “How will I ever get any work done if you keep acting like this, huh?” He chided playfully as his broad body settled beside you. You snuggled up to his side immediately, placing your head on his chest. 

He could feel the slight bump pressing against his hip and his tail immediately wrapped around your thigh. He smiled and placed his warm hand on it. You placed your hand on top of his and sighed in bliss. Bucky placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

Life had been better than ever lately. You and the baby were doing fine and your bump had begun showing now. Bucky had settled in nicely here. At first, he was anxious to go out and meet your friends but it all went so smoothly. People were warm and welcoming to him as they were to you. He even impressed all of them with his strength and speed. 

Bucky had even made friends of his own rather quickly - Sam, the dragon shifter and Steve, the gargoyle. The three often hung out all the time and they flew together as they initially bonded over their love for flying. 

You were so grateful for everything you had right now. Your little family, your shop where Bucky helped out a lot, the happy future you were going to have together. But mostly, you were grateful for the way Bucky had a chance at a new life here. Thanks to his powers, he was rather well-known and helped around a lot. People grew to adore him quickly. Yes, he also often offered to deliver stuff to the dragon people up on the mountains since he did it faster, but you also knew that he did all that just so he could hang out with Sam more. 

On days when he wasn’t needed to be a hero and help people move stuff or deliver things, he was the most perfect stay-at-home partner. He’d walk with you to your shop and help you set up for the day before going back home. You taught him how to bake and often when you’d come home you’d find the house smelling of fresh baked goods. 

Bucky was also so, so caring. A complete mother hen at times. He was protective, especially when you began showing. He was always holding your hand, helping you around the house, doing chores, and all. He also only hung out with his friends after making sure you were fed and comfortable, either in bed or sitting by the window with a good book. He was so perfect. Life with him was perfect. 

“What are you thinking about, little witch?” He asked, lips brushing against your forehead. 

You snuggled closer and answered, “About how much I love you.” You could’ve sworn you felt the way his heart skipped a beat. He wrapped his arms tighter around you and only reminded you of how much you loved the way he was bigger than you were, it made him the most amazing cuddle buddy. 

“I love you too, little one.” His voice deepened and you just knew what that meant… 

Just moments later, you were pinned to the bed. Wrists trapped in his fist above your head, your legs spread open as he settled in between them and fucked you slowly, passionately while holding your stare. Somehow this soft lovemaking made you lose your mind even more than rough sex did. 

The slow and steady slide of him as he moved in and out of you. The way he held your stare, as if waiting or searching for a sign which would tell him you’re in pain or uncomfortable, the way he kissed and caressed each and every inch of you. 

Bucky, you had noticed, was always soft with you these days. Especially since your bump began showing. Like he was being extra careful with how he handled your body. Even now as he leaned down to kiss you while he fucked you slowly, he was careful not to press against your belly too much. 

“I love you so much,” He murmured into the kiss as his hand slid in between your bodies so he could caress your bump, your thighs, your legs before moving back up to toy with your clit, making your cry out in pleasure. 

“Bucky, please…” You moaned, biting down on his soft lip as he sped up. 

“I know,” he cooed, “I know, my love,” He whispered against your mouth and made you come in no time. 

—

As you reached your due date, Bucky was losing his mind more than you were. He insisted that you stayed at home and that he would manage your shop. Your bump was the biggest it had ever been and needless to say, Bucky was obsessed with it. 

You’d often wake up in the middle of the night and find him caressing it, talking to it, kissing it. Often, you’d just fall right back to sleep with his soft voice as a lullaby. But other times, you’d push him onto his back and ride him until the sun rose. 

— 

The day that changed Bucky’s life forever started out just like any other. He helped you get dressed since it was getting harder for you to do most things with that bump. Then he made sure you were nice and comfy in bed before he left to attend to your shop. And then a whole day went by and something just felt different as he flew home. Like a pinch inside his chest, nothing bad, just different. 

When he entered your home, he couldn’t tell what it was that changed but something surely did. The first thing he noticed was that you weren’t in your usual spot by the window in that beloved chair of yours. You weren’t baking either. Your workshop door was shut so that meant that you weren’t in there. 

His heart began racing as he went up the stairs as quickly as he could. Please, please, please be okay, please… 

He barged into your shared bedroom and his heart dropped. There you were, sitting on the edge of the bed. Cradling a bundle in your arms. When you lifted your head up and smiled at him, he almost teared up. 

“What…” He could barely talk. Frozen in place, heart racing still. 

“Hi.” You said, looking like you’d been crying. “She came early.” You said, looking down at your daughter. 

Bucky was still frozen, “But how did you…” 

“Magic. One of the perks of being a witch, you see. It didn’t hurt. It was messy though, but magic helped with that too.” You chuckled, standing up. Bucky moved immediately then. He was right next to you in the blink of an eye, his arm around you. 

“I should’ve been here. I shouldn’t have left this morning, I should’ve-,” 

“Oh Buck,” You cut his rambling off with a smile and said, “You couldn’t have known. I didn’t even know she’d be here today. It’s alright, I wasn’t in pain.” You assured him. “Now come on, hold your daughter.” You handed the bundle over to him. 

Bucky held her carefully and sat down on the edge of the bed, just staring at the little face which stared back at him quietly. She had your hair and your skin but her eyes, they were her father’s eyes. “So beautiful,” Bucky murmured. 

You ran your fingers through his hair and smiled to yourself. Watching Bucky just hold your daughter was something you’d never forget. But then he looked up at you, looking all sad and miserable. 

“I should’ve been here.” He said again. 

You leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. “It’s alright. I’m sure you’ll be here for the next one.”  

“Next one?” He sounded pleasantly surprised. 

You nodded. “Well, you didn’t think we’d have just one, did you?” You caressed his face, stroking his cheek. 

— 

Watching Bucky bond with your daughter was simply the best thing in the world. Ever since she learnt how to crawl, she’d follow her father around the house. Bucky was too nervous to take her flying yet but he’d often take her for walks when you were busy with your shop. 

And on days when you took her on walks, she would let out the loudest of giggles when you pointed at Bucky soaring in the sky above you. And the funniest part was watching her get all wide-eyed when looking at bats flying, thinking they were her father too.  

Bucky was butthurt when your daughter’s first words were ‘mama’. But he then spent weeks trying to get her to say ‘daddy’ instead and the day she did, he was the happiest male ever. 

Although he wasn’t the happiest when your daughter began teething because she made it her life’s mission to bite her father’s wings whenever she could. Or the one time your daughter somehow found an injured bat in the yard and brought it in, all teary eyed and held it up to you and said, “Daddy.” 

You burst out laughing while Bucky stood there frowning. He picked up your daughter while you healed the bat’s broken wing, and told her, “That thing does not look like daddy. No. Daddy is big and strong. Daddy does not look like that. Daddy has mighty wings.” 

But your little one just pouted, tears filling her eyes again as she said, “Daddy,” while pointed at the poor bat. 

—

By the time your little one turned three, you were already expecting a second one. And Bucky was beyond happy. 

And during your first few months of pregnancy, you found yourself needing Bucky way more than usual. It didn’t matter if it was barely dawn or in the middle of the afternoon. 

And one such afternoon, Bucky came home looking extra good. Hair all messed up, sweaty and weaning nothing but dark pants. Wings all flared behind him, probably to cool them down. He stepped into the house panting slightly. Lately he and Sam had been helping their other friend, Steve, build his cabin by the lake. 

“There you are,” You said, walking over to him, “I was wondering when you’d get home.” You purposely traced your finger down the edge of his wing and he almost moaned at the sensation. Wings were extremely sensitive. 

He smirked, shutting the door behind him. He could already tell where this was going. “How have you been all day?” He asked, kissing your cheek before placing a hand on your slight bump. “Where’s the little demon?” 

You chuckled, “She’s at the neighbours’,” You answered, “You know how much she loves playing with the kids.” You stood up on your tiptoes and kissed Bucky’s jaw, “And I have been here all alone all day.” 

Bucky’s body leaned into you slightly, his tail sliding under your robe and wrapping around your thigh. “Oh?” He cooed, “How terrible.” He played along, picking you up - still surprising you with his strength even now - and walking up the stairs. “I’m so sorry, my love. I should drop everything and just be at home at all times, catering to your needs.” He teased, making you chuckle. “Fulfilling each one of your fantasies and keeping you satiated at all times, shouldn’t I?” 

He placed you down in your bed and hovered above you. His pretty eyes stared into yours, his body pressing deliciously against yours. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh Bucky, please. I need you.” You murmured, your fingers already undoing his pants. 

Bucky chuckled and kissed you deeply, before kissing down your neck. He also untied your robe, opening the dark fabric so he could look at your bare body. And it took his breath away each time. 

You could’ve sworn he growled as he lowered his mouth to your breasts, his tail wrapping and squeezing the other one. “You’re all mine.” He mumbled as he continued kissing down your body. Further down, he leaned spread your legs apart and kissed your inner thighs. He placed both his hands on either one of your knees, settling in between them while looking up at you with nothing but adoration and hunger in his eyes. 

“All yours.” You whispered, watching his mouth get closer to your wetness. Your bump hid part of his face but you felt him kissing your bump before bringing his mouth down to where you’d been craving him all day. You squirmed in bed and moaned out loud when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your clit. 

“Fuck,” He swore, “You taste incredible.” 

Your hand immediately flew to his already messy, damp hair, and you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit and he earned another moan out of you. As though your senses were heightened, you felt even warmer and tingly as his mouth moved against you.

“Oh, I’ve missed you all day,” You whined and he wrapped his arms around your thighs, spreading you even more as he pulled you closer to his mouth, pressing his face into you, eating you out until you were nothing but a squirming, moaning mess under him. 

With a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you coming undone, gushing out all over his tongue as he lapped up whatever you gave him, making you gasp and moan even louder. 

Almost dizzy with pleasure, you felt him kissing his way up your body, leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin, especially around your bump, until he reached your mouth again. His kiss was gentle. When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes to stare into his blue ones. 

“You are so beautiful like this, all needy and naked beneath me. With your legs spread, just waiting for your man to fuck you,” He whispered, looking deep into your eyes and knowing damn well what his words did to you. With his body hovering above yours he leaned in to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. Absolutely loving the way you squirmed under him. “Looking at you. You must’ve been all wet all day, just thinking about me, hmm? I bet your pretty fingers did a terrible job at satisfying you, didn’t they? My poor, little witch.” 

“Oh damn you.” You whined, making him chuckle. 

He leaned in for a kiss again as he carefully slid into you, filling you up nicely. He knew he had to be just a little more careful and gentle than usual. Because as much as he was dying to fuck you like an animal, he didn’t want to hurt you. 

You whined in pleasure and your back arched off the bed just a little as you felt his thick cock filling you up, all nice and snug inside you. You reminded him a lot of a kitten basking in sunlight and he couldn’t help but push deeper inside you. Wanting to hear more of your whining and moaning.

He laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head as he sped up into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once he started rocking in and out of you. He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly. 

His large wings flared even wider behind him, casting a shadow over the both of you. And there, in the cocoon of shadow and darkness, nothing existed but the two of you. His strong body moved as carefully as he could against you. His movements were gentle, passionate and loving. His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting. His grip around your hand tightened each time you’d moan. 

“I love you,” He whispered, leaning in to kiss you. “I love all of you,” He said, watching you gasp and moan for him. “You’re mine.” he whispered against your lips, rocking in and out of you as he felt you clench around him. “Now come for me.” He whispered, kissing your face. 

You couldn’t help but come right there and then. The tenderness, the loving way in which he held you, you couldn’t help but come undone with a breathy moan. Bucky came right after you, gasping and grunting against your open mouth. 

“I love you so much,” You whispered, snuggling into him as he finally laid down next to you. 

He kissed your temple and said, “I love you more. Now what do you say we take a bath together, then we go get our daughter. I’m sure the little demon is making the neighbours lose their minds.” 

You laughed together at the thought of it. 

— 

This time, as the due date was close, Bucky was prepared. He’d spent the entire week with you leading up to the big day. Steve was the one handling your shop at the time being and he had a long, long list of instructions to get him by. Besides, you and Bucky both knew that the major reason why he offered to help with the shop was because the grumpy gargoyle had his eyes on a pretty mermaid who often visited your shop whenever she was on land. But either way, his help was very much welcomed. 

On the day you had your second daughter, Bucky was the most supportive partner one could ask for. He held your hand through it all, even if your magic took away most of the pain and even if your magic cleaned up every mess. He was there with you. 

And once he held the new baby in his arms, he teared up just like he did the first time. 

—

Watching both your daughters grow up was pure bliss. Being parents to two kids was different but you and Bucky handled it together and you were happier than ever. You eventually had to rebuild your house in order to accommodate new members, but also so that it was easier for Bucky to move around - given his size. 

Soon, you had an entirely new home that you spent days decorating and turning it into the cosiest home ever. You also ended up having a much larger workshop because your daughters needed their space too. 

Your eldest daughter was naturally drawn to animals and nature, so you’d tell her little things that your mother taught you every day. Teach her about important plants and animals and she’d listen carefully and you just knew that she’d grow up to be even better than you were one day. You’ll never forget the day she casted her first spell perfectly. Both you and Bucky had shed a tear or two while watching her. 

“She’s a natural,” You’d whispered to Bucky as you both watched your daughter heal an injured squirrel. 

He kissed the top of your head and said, “Of course she is, her mother is the greatest witch I’ve ever known.” 

As your kids grew older, they’d often run off to play with your friends’ kids. And often you and Bucky would find yourselves alone at home. Though you did fuck. A lot. You also spent time doing the most mundane things like baking, or teaching him how to make basic potions or jewellery. 

That was his favourite thing, playing with crystals and making the most random stuff. Once he’d made you the ugliest bracelet you had ever seen but you didn’t tell him that and still wore it every single day only because he had spent about four hours on it and was very, very proud of it. 

—

You and Bucky would often walk around the woods. When the girls came with you, they’d play around gathering random flowers and putting them in their father’s hair while you collected important things you needed for your potions and stuff. 

One day, you left for the woods early. The sun was about to rise and it was your favourite time of the day. The woods were foggy, lush and green. The mist was still clinging to every leaf, the animals still asleep. 

You began filling your basket with the regular stuff. Berries, herbs, necessary flowers, etc. But then you heard twigs snapping somewhere behind you. You smiled as you turned around and faced nothing but the still fog. 

“I know it’s you, Buck.” You said, then got back to collecting your things. 

Silence. And then a hand reached out and grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you against a tall, muscular body. You smiled up at him. “Well, well. What do we have here? A witch all alone in the dark woods.” He teased, nuzzling your neck, tickling you until you laughed and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you. “Don’t you know big, bad demons roam these woods? Don’t you know they like playing with pretty little witches?” 

You bit him on the cheek and then pulled away once you caught him off guard, and ran away laughing. “We can play, demon.” You called out, knowing the woods would absorb most of your voice, “But only if you catch me!” 

The fog helped in keeping you hidden as you ran as far away from him as possible, hiding behind trees, trying to contain your laughter. You could hear him growling and hissing behind you. 

“I had to tiptoe out of the house so I don’t wake the girls up, and now you’re gonna make me chase you? Huh?” He groaned, sounding miserable. “You’re gonna make me work for it?” But you could hear it in his voice that despite the fog, he was trying to find you. 

You chuckled to yourself as you hid behind a tree. But it took him no less than a minute to find you. 

“There you are!” He chuckled. “Can’t hide from me, witch,” He pressed your back against the tree and leaned in for a messy, heated kiss. And a few moments later, he was sliding inside of you. Holding you up while fucking into you hard and fast. 

You didn’t know what had gotten into him but fuck were you grateful for it. He kissed you, bruising your mouth as he fucked you like an animal. His cock sliding in and out, stretching you as he went. His tall, strong body holding you up and spreading your legs further like you were nothing but just his to fuck. 

He murmured against your lips, “Have you been taking your potion?” He asked, referring to the contraceptive one. 

You smirked against his parted lips and said, “No,” then let out a moan as he sped up immediately. “Oh, Buck…” You whined and gasped and moaned as he pounded into you. The bark of the tree pressing into your back hurt but you didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to ever stop. 

He kissed down your chin, biting on your neck. “Does that mean I can fill you up again, little witch? Hmm? Are you gonna carry my child again, my love?” He asked, whispering against your skin as he made you lose your mind. 

“Yes,” You cried out. “Yes I will.” You pulled away to look up at him and saw nothing but profound love in his eyes. 

“I love you,” He murmured before spilling inside you with a loud grunt which had you coming undone right after him. 

And then nine months later, you had twin girls. 

—

Your family grew, and you often shed happy tears as you watched your girls grow each day. Bucky was the best father they could ask for. He was patient, and kind and mischievous when he wanted to be. And he was the best partner ever. 

One time you found him standing in the backyard, watching your daughters as they chased after birds and butterflies near the creak. He wasn’t doing anything, just standing there. Thinking probably. 

So you went up to him, hugged him from behind and asked, “What is it?” 

He sighed. A happy, content sigh. Then pulled you into his arms properly and said, “I can’t believe this is my life. And I get to live it with you.” 

You smiled up at him. “Likewise.” 

He smirked, “I’ve been meaning to ask, are we done having kids?” 

You laughed. “I don’t know. We’ll see, I suppose.” You looked back at your daughters. Their giggles and laughter and squeals of happiness was the best sound in the world. “I think I want one more.” 

Bucky laughed, loudly. “I better get started on building us an even bigger house then.” 

You chuckled, “And I can’t wait to watch you build.” You winked, “You know you look good when you lift heavy stuff, all muscly and sweaty.” 

He laughed even louder, leaning down to kiss you and you thought, you couldn’t wait to spend every day for centuries upon centuries by his side. 

— 

a/n: read about steve and his mermaid gf here 

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Off the Sea

Charles Leclerc x yachtie reader

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CharlesLeclerc

Charlesleclerc Big thanks to RivaYacht for the fun this summer (and yntakestheseas)

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yntakestheseas Are you thanking me for fun too or thanking them for me?? #Confuzzled 

LandoNorris I mean, you did meet because of them

ArthurLeclerc true dat

yntakestheseas no one asked you gremlins

Charlesleclerc be nice to the children!

Bestie you should be thanking me for convincing her to give you a chance 

yntakestheseas It didn’t take much convincing 

Bestie Babe, i remember differently 

yntakestheseas 🤫, he thinks he has swag. 

Joris Doesn't even give me photo creds

yntakestheseas Thanks for the photos J!! 📸Always happy to have you around

Joris at least someone appreciates me 👍

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Charlesleclerc 4 years of bliss. Happy Anniversary mon amour 💕💕

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yntakestheseas Happy anniversary lover boy 🫶❤️

Fan4 4 Years!?

yntakestheseas we were trying to be private, and it would’ve worked too if it wasn’t for that meddling gossip account!

Charlesleclerc did you just steal a villain speech from Scooby Doo?

yntakestheseas and what if I did?🤨

CarlosSainz55 The two of you are sickeningly cute

yntakestheseas aw, thanks buddy 😘

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yntakestheseas guys help me to convince Charles that we need this

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Charlesleclerc babe stop being ridiculous 

yntakestheseas just imagine how cool we'll look whipping around the port in this bad boy!!

Charlesleclerc who is we? Because it sure as hell won’t be me

PierreGasly I vote yes, but just so I can make fun of him

ScudderiaFerrari Its a yes from us!

Fan847 omg please! 

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yntakestheseas Monaco nights with Bestie

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Bestie never a dull moment with you!!

yntakestheseas you know you love it 

LandoNorris next time don't drag me out with you 

Bestie you begged to be invited

CharlesLeclerc God my girl is a stunner 😍

yntakestheseas she is isn’t she?

PierreGasly did you seriously just compliment yourself?

Yntakestheseas if you’ve got it flaunt it. And says you mr photo dump

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yntakestheseas Cheers to the best crew ever, I’m gonna miss you guys

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Stew2 best boss ever

yntakestheseas Aw, I love you sm!!

BoatCapJoe sure I can’t convince you to come back?

yntakestheseas not this time Joe!! Its been amazing working with you over the last 3 years though

BoatCapJoe We’ll miss you but you’re moving on to better things!!

Deck37 Will miss working & nights out with you!

yntakestheseas ill miss you too!! We’ll catch up next time you’re around

User74 what do you do for the winter when yachting? I’m interested in the industry!

yntakestheseas  a lot of yachties go and do the Caribbean season which starts around November, do other seasonal jobs like skiing or go home until the following April. I personally stick around Europe (there is still work) and usually end up doing couple of trips to Dubai or the Seychelles, it really just depends on who you work for! But good luck! Its a great job to have

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yntakestheseas yacht girl summer

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PierreGasly isn’t every summer technically that for you?

yntakestheseas yes but no. 

Bestie girlie is thriving

yntakestheseas its a hard life. Although the service is a bit shit

ArthurLeclerc thats rude

yntakestheseas you dropped a whole bottle of champagne on me! And a cup of coffee

ArthurLeclerc THAT WASNT ME!!

yntakestheseas well it wasn’t a ghost

CharlesLeclerc Sure it wasn’t ArthurLeclerc 

F1fan so she’s just using Charles for his money then?

Fan23 let her live, she clearly has worked hard

yntakestheseas actually babe, I had a week off because the boat I work on needed some repairs which is why I decided to join my boyfriend on holiday if thats okay with you? 

Ferrari23 ooh, get them queen

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The New F1 season is getting underway as drivers head to Bahrain. The question on everyone mind, will we get a Y/N sighting in the paddock this year? Since her relationship with the Ferrari driver was exposed this past summer, can we expect our favourite stewardess to make an appearance & support her boyfriend?

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Well folks, we're into May now and no y/n sightings. is there trouble in paradise for the fan favourite couple?

Fan56 dude they were private for nearly 4 years. just because she hasn't been spotted doesn't mean they've broken up.

f1user omg just let her exist in peace!! she's probably working

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yntakestheseas This'll be the first summer since I started yachting at 18 that I'm not on a boat, but 9 years later it’s time for a new adventure with my favourite person by my side 🫶

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Charlesleclerc no one I’d rather do this with mon amour

Ferrarifan84 Oh my god what!!!

Bestie Mama mode!!! Can't wait to meet the little one

yntakestheseas They can't wait to meet favourite auntie!!

Aurthurleclerc Favourite uncle loading!

Lorenzotl sure 

PierreGasly dibs on godfather!

Carlossainz55 I don’t think so mate

CharlesLeclerc it’s neither of you 

SebastianVettel Congratulations! You’re going to be amazing parents 

yntakestheseas Thank you Seb!! 

LandoNorris Can I babysit!!

yntakestheseas absolutely not

LewisHamilton Can I?

yntakestheseas Absolutely, as long as Roscoe comes to visit

LandoNorris 😮

Fan565 dad Charles era!!!!

F1gossip holy crap

Estebanocon Congrats!!!

yntakestheseas Merci Estie<3

ScudderiaFerrari New driver to sign!! Congratulations guys

Pascale_leclerc grateful he found you & can’t wait to welcome them into the world

yntakestheseas Love you Pascale!! Youre going to be the best grandma to little bean

Ferrarifan not what I expected but a slay nevertheless 

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NSFW Alphabet - Barnabas Tharmr Edition

Pairing: Barnabas Tharmr/Reader Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors DNI Author's note: Took me a while to get his manner of speech right, but I think I nailed it in the end. Warning for some more dark romance themes in this one, otherwise enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s clingy, preferring to lay in bed alongside you, indulging himself in your presence. Afterwards he’ll have one of the maids run a bath for the two of you, but until then you’re not leaving the bed for anything. Whatever you need it can wait, right now Barnabas needs you by his side and nothing else.

Stubborn as anything, he pins you to the bed. “And where exactly do you think you’re going?” He asks, as if you leaving his embrace is a betrayal. You don’t get a chance to explain yourself, silenced by his lips against yours. Sweet as they are, you pull away with a laugh, pressing your fingers to his chest. “I only wish for some water, is that too much to ask?” He buries his head in your neck, nibbling at the vast expanse. “Yes, it is.” 

“It’s only a short walk away!” You laugh.

He lays his head between your chest, peeking up at you with pale blue eyes. “Far longer than I could stand to be separated from you.” An arm snakes its way to your back, pulling you ever closer. “I will summon one of the handmaidens, but until then you will stay here, with me.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If you ask him to choose he will look at you like you’ve grown feathers and a tail. What do you mean favorite? He loves everything about you, he’s not so simple to prioritize one thing above another.

He’d probably say his hands, because he gets a lot done with them. The same hands he uses to cut down foes is the same ones he uses to make you cum.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s coming inside of you, no questions asked. Don’t try to argue with him either, he’ll just fuck you until you’re too stupid to say no. Afterwards he’ll watch it drip out of you fascinated, might even finger it back inside.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Enjoys the idea of having you sat on his cock during especially boring meetings, your moans forcing the other council members to stop and take pause at your blissful expressions, spread open in a way only he could provide.

Of course he’s far too possessive to let such a thing happen, but a man can dream.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Has experience with bedding women for the sake of pleasure, but you’re the first woman that has caught his eye in a more profound way, made a dent in his bedsheets. It’s the first time he’s felt genuine love, and it took him a while to understand those emotions.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary or lotus position, close third would be cowgirl. Really anything that lets him hold you close.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very serious, do not try anything funny. Any attempts will be met with an ache that persists for days.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Does the bare minimum in terms of shaving, but if you ever mention it he’s making it a regular habit. He’d do anything for you as long as you asked him. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Initially he struggled with his emotions, didn’t quite understand why his heart picked up its pace when he looked at you or why your smile could lift him from the foulest of moods. He didn’t have a name for it, but he knew that he needed you more than he needed to breathe. When he finally understood that this yearning for you was love, he was quick to express that.

The power you have over him is something so grand, so tangible he would kiss the very ground you walk on if it pleased you so. Sex with him isn’t an act, it’s devotion; sweet and simple.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

High sex drive, doesn’t jerk off. He wants every single drop of his seed in you and you only. He had left for an excursion beyond Waloed, forced to suffer the words of politicians for hours on end. He shouldn’t have to be here, but they had insisted, wanting an answer from the king himself even if it would be the same as it always had. He had grown antsy in your absence, images of your form haunting him as he pretends to be interested in what they have to say. Days pass and he can feel a nagging in the back of his mind, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his embrace, to taste the sweat against your skin, feel you call out his name in bliss. He lies awake at night missing you, erection pressed against his sleepwear uncomfortably, but makes no move to relieve himself. 

No, he wouldn’t dare, not without you. A week passes, and he is finally returned to his love, your familiar scent putting him at ease the moment he steps into your shared bedchambers. He can never tire of this, of how you so easily bring him at peace.

You jump into his arms without hesitation, kissing him tenderly. “Welcome back, my lord.” There’s a coy smile on your face, a hand gingerly playing with his hair. “I’ve missed you.” He admires you, a familiarity in your gaze. He is glad to know he was not the only one left wanting. He picks you up unceremoniously, walking to the bed. “As have I, my love. Allow me to show you just how much.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lingerie - Seeing you dressed in the finest of lace is a gift in and of itself, and being able to rip off the wrapping makes that gift even more enjoyable.

Body Worship - You are his queen, expected to be treated as such. 

Mirrors - An extension of body worship, he will watch eagerly as you shake on his lap, a single hand placed at your neck. “Do not turn your eyes away, my beloved. I should have you witness yourself, as I do.”

Choking - Either giving or receiving, depends on what he’s in the mood for that night. Sado-Masochism - Let’s be real here, this is Barnabas we’re talking about. The man lives for battle, both in and out of the bedroom. Treat him rough, he can handle it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom, occasionally the throne room if he’s feeling bold. Also has a tendency to drag you away to the nearest empty room if you’re looking extra desirable that day. It’s not like anyone will complain after all, he is the king.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A single look from you is enough to get his blood boiling. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving bodily fluids, or anything that would permanently scar you. He may be a masochist but he’s not unsanitary, nor is he evil.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As mentioned before, his only experience with sex prior was whatever woman would occupy his bed when he felt like it. He used to think he had a preference for receiving because that’s all he knew until that point, focused on his own pleasure above all, but you quickly changed his view.

His mouth moves against your pussy enthralled, his eyes dark with lust. You mewl for him, a beautiful sound that stokes a fire inside, brings him closer and closer to completion without a single touch.

You squirm under him, unable to handle his ministrations even if he knows you crave them so. His two hands lock you in place, no room to push away as he devours every last drop of your lust.

It runs over his chin, spills against your plush thighs, and he makes no move to remove himself. He indulges, gorges himself on your taste until he’s satisfied, and returns for seconds greedily.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

On a good day he’ll drag on for hours, teasing you until you cry, on a bad day he’ll fuck you until his fingers bruise your skin and your legs give out. Depends on how annoying his royal advisors are.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes, but not too often. He’s aware of his reputation, but he will throw it out the window in a heartbeat if he sees the brand new lingerie set he’s bought you peeking out beneath your dress.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, without a doubt. 

The cold bite of steel sends a shudder down your spine. Ever so slowly, the flat of the blade moves against your naked chest, to your stomach, and finds its target at the fine line of your panties.

Barnabas watches you mesmerized, how your body reacts to the danger, goosebumps forming as he moves his blade across your skin. You don’t move away from him, even when the blade moves back to line your throat.

“So well behaved,” he whispers, pressing the blade further against your skin. “You would trust me with your very life?”

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “I would.”

You bite your lip when you feel his knee pressed into your pussy, knife still at your throat. 

“And what if my hand were to slip?”

It never would of course. Barnabas is far too experienced to let such a thing happen.

A quick flick of his wrist and your underwear is left in pieces, the blade now lying flat against your mound. His eyes roam across your body, a hint of something sadistic rising when he sees your reaction.

You tremble, forcing yourself to stay still lest the knife truly hurts you. Even as you try your best, he can feel you just barely moving against his knee, still seeking pleasure.

A whimper, shaky hands moving to rest at his chest. “Please, keep going.”

A wicked grin passes across his face. “As you wish.”

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You can try to beg him to stop, the key word here is “try.” Don’t be surprised if he doesn’t listen.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Assuming this is a modern AU, he’ll entertain a buttplug or a vibrator. If ropes count as toys,  then those too. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Damn near fucking evil. His dick could be throbbing in his pants, ready to make a mess of himself but he will hold back just to draw out your pleasure one more time, just one more time dear— It’s never just one more time.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Grunter, not very loud. Would rather listen to your cries instead.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves to teach you how to defend yourself. He was over the moon when you asked him to hold a sword for the first time, and now you’ve gotten to the point where you can parry a blow. Not only is it an excuse to spend time with you, but he can have the peace of mind to know that if you’re forced to fight, you could handle yourself. 

You would never have to, of course, because he’d never leave your side long enough for anyone to harm you. Any fool bold enough to try would be unrecognizable after the fact, but he’d be a liar if he said the image of a sword in your hand wasn’t arousing.

The both of you stand in the courtyard, not a soul around save for the birds that fly overhead. You hold your sword in a strong grip, despite your exhaustion, while Barnabas has barely broken a sweat. Inexperienced as you are there is a spark in you, one that may yet grow into a wildfire with the right training.

“You have been practicing without me, I can see it in your stance.” He muses, eyeing your weakened body.

To anyone else it may seem a mockery, but you knew better. You raise your sword in front of your body, lips curling into a grin.

“Do you think I’ll be able to defeat you now?”

He shakes his head in amusement. “A Dominant you are not, but I will make a fine swordswoman out of you yet.” (As an added bonus, I also think he would love bringing you the most lavish gifts! Perfumes, jewelry, the softest fabrics straight from the Dhalmekian Republic, he enjoys spoiling you. Anything for his queen.)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6.1 inches, uncut, slightly curved upwards, veiny. Always hits your gspot without fail.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Less of a sex drive and more like he’s ready to please you if you so wish. You would only have to ask, and sometimes you don’t have to, he can tell. The two of you are sitting in the throne room, side by side as he gives an audience with a member of royalty.

You’ve been eyeing him all day, sneaking a glance every time he speaks. You shouldn’t bother him, he has enough on his plate as sole ruler of Waloed, so instead you let your imagination run amok. Broad shoulders and strong arms, large hands that always know what you need and how you need it. Maybe he’d tease you, or maybe he’d fuck you until his name is the only thing you can scream.

Gods, just thinking about him makes your core ignite. Your focus is broken when the man rises from the floor, leaving the room. Had you been daydreaming that long? Your confusion is further increased when Barnabas motions for his personal guard to leave the room. “I would have a moment to myself,” He waves towards the large oak doors. “See that I’m not interrupted.” Wordlessly they file out, and only when he’s certain no one remains does he turn toward you. “How long have you been left wanting?” Your eyes widen. You try to deny it, but a hand at your chin stops you. “I could feel it, your gaze,” His hand moves lower, tracing against your collarbone, then grabbing your neck as he speaks lowly. “I can see right through you, desperate little thing you are.” He pulls you toward him, leaving your seat and moving into his lap without hesitation. “Tell me what has preoccupied your mind so, what you need.” You shiver, a hand slowly moving up your bare thigh, higher and higher. “You, Barnabas.” Pleased with your answer, those same large hands remove your underwear within seconds. “Then you may have me.”

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn’t sleep, enjoys watching you sleep peacefully. He'll stroke your hair and whisper as sleep claims you. "My beautiful queen, forever and always."

[glowingbadger]

Could I get C, J, and V for Stardew Valley's Elliott?

Elliott!! My beloved!!

Alphabet prompts - Elliott (SDV)

C (cum), J (jack off), V (volume)

NSFW 18+

Cum: by the time Elliott is ready to cum, he's likely built up a sizeable load. He has a habit of indulging in fantasy for quite some time, getting caught up in the eroticism of it all and not wanting to let that end, so he'll put off his climax for as long as he can and end up cumming a good amount as a result. He's not shy about it as long as it doesn't bother you, particularly since he's more than comfortable swallowing or licking up your cum to his heart's content. The more of yours he gets to taste, the better he's done at satisfying you, after all.

Jack off: Sort of related to the above, Elliott has a habit of putting off masturbation for quite some time when he's in the midst of a creative fugue. When he's completely submerged in his work, he can't spare a thought for physical gratification- which is why when he does have the chance to relax, he'll spend a nice, long, luxurious time stroking himself while fantasizing, even developing rather elaborate romantic and erotic scenarios of you. Like when he's with you, he puts off his climax for some time, enjoying the sensation of keeping himself right at the edge until he finally lets out a huge load while blissfully gasping your name.

Volume: Oh Elliott cannot shut up (complimentary), he expresses his pleasure and adoration openly. He'll let out long, blissful moans as he basks in everything your body has to offer, even gasping or grunting aloud if you tug his hair or get a bit rough or forceful with him. Add to that, he can't stop singing your praises the entire time, telling you just how perfect you feel around his cock, how he's never longed for anyone so ardently before, how he wants to drown in your pleasure, how he'll be a slave to your whims if it pleases you- and he means absolutely every word.

[innumerable-stars]

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[wheels-of-despair]

Billy Knight A-Z

A- Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they like to show affection?)

Billy speaks all the love languages, but he specializes in physical touch and quality time. Sometimes he just needs to touch you to recharge his battery. He loves being around you, even if you're not doing anything specific. And he's not great at vocalizing himself, but you make a point to tell him how much you appreciate every little thing about him. Just because you love watching him glow.

B- Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's your other half. You don't know how to function without each other at this point.

C- Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How do they like to cuddle?)

He was hesitant at first, but since you broke through that touch-starved barrier and convinced him you wanted to be close to him, he feeds on it. Even if it's just a graze or a shoulder squeeze as you walk by, he feels it in his soul, and he loves it.

D- Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they with cooking, cleaning, etc?)

Billy is currently living a life of domestic bliss, and it's the happiest he's ever been. He loves being home. He loves folding laundry, and washing dishes, and cooking with you. If the two of you could stay home together forever, you'd both jump at the chance.

E- Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Yeah, that's not happening. Next.

F- Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Billy doesn't want to get married or have kids, because he doesn't want to pass on the Knight name or genes. He knows he's yours, and you're his, and he's fine with things staying that way.

G- Gentle (How gentle are they? Both physically and emotionally.)

Extremely. After the violence of his early life, he's determined to be different. He's gentle, and kind, and thoughtful. Maybe too thoughtful. Baby boy overanalyzes everything.

H- Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they like it? What are their hugs like?)

They're his favorite things in the world. He went over a decade without being hugged before you found each other, and now he can't exist without them. He wants to squeeze you so bad, but he holds back because he's scared he'll hurt you. You do not share this concern, and regularly wrap your arms around him like a python. He loves it.

I- I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It took him a while. You said it first, and it scared the shit out of him. Nobody had ever said that to him but his mum, and he didn't know what to think. Eventually, you convinced him that your feelings were real, and you weren't going anywhere. When he finally said it back, you both cried. You haven't gone more than 12 hours without saying it to each other since.

J- Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's not, but you're familiar with jealous boys, so you make a point to avoid anything that could set him off. Not because he'll lash out, but because he'll internalize and convince himself that you deserve better.

K- Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft and sweet... until they're not. ;) He's taller, so he likes to kiss your forehead. And your mouth. And your neck. Wherever you'll let him. He'll also take any kiss you want to give him. One time, you took his face in your hands and peppered every inch of it with kisses. He blushed so hard, you thought his head might explode. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for (to?) him.

L- Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Awkward. He hasn't spent much time around them, so he doesn't really know how to interact. But since he didn't have much of a childhood, he loves to watch them. He thinks they're fascinating.

M- Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Billy is at his snuggliest in the morning. The King of 5 More Minutes. He doesn't like getting out of bed, and usually has to be bribed with breakfast. Definitely spends his first few minutes up stumbling around like a zombie.

N- Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He's not a huge fan of the dark, but he likes the calm and quiet that comes with night. Everything seems to move a little slower. He likes to watch TV with you, or read on opposite ends of the couch. Anything where you just get to be together.

O- Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or do they open up slowly?)

You spent years cobbling together the details of his childhood from the little bits and pieces he'd tell you. It's painful. It's over. He doesn't like to talk about it. And that's okay.

P- Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He gets frustrated with himself, mostly. He's been told he's stupid so many times that it's ingrained in him, and he hates the feeling. If it takes him more than two tries to get something right, he feels it, and that makes him angry. Luckily, he has someone with the patience of a saint (when it comes to him, anyway) to help him through it.

Q- Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they mention every little detail in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has a very good memory, but he still writes the important things down, because he's afraid his mind will play tricks on him.

R- Remember (What is their favorite moment of your relationship?)

The first time you took him to the beach. He'd never been there before, and was afraid of everything, but you held his hand and explained everything, from how to walk in the sand to how to roast the perfect marshmallow on the tiny fire you helped him build.

S- Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's a little insecure. (Some would say paranoid.) When he first moved in, you were afraid that he'd think you were crazy for your make-sure-everything's-locked run-through, but you couldn't sleep without it. You tried to hide it for a while with an "I'm going to get a drink of water" excuse, but soon realized that he was waiting for you to fall asleep so he could go do his own lock check. You both get a lot more sleep now that you've synced your routines.

T- Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

So hard. You normally have a very laid-back relationship, but he still puts pressure on himself to make every occasion perfect.

U- Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has terrible self-esteem. You put so much effort into building him up, because he's wonderful and you wouldn't trade him for the world, but he still doesn't quite believe he deserves to be loved. And every time he sees his brother, it's back to square one.

V- Vanity (How concerned are they with their appearance?)

Not at all. He likes to be clean and comfortable. End of list.

W- Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, and you feel the same.

X- Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Billy loves to read, but he didn't realize it until he was in his 20s. He had some catching up to do, but you were with him every step of the way, and now he's a total bookworm.

Y- Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like loud noises, especially raised voices.

Z- Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Billy Knight is the cuddliest sleeper that ever slept.

More Billy here!

[pad-wubbo]

Spicy Splatoon take:

Off the Hook are my favourite idol group musically, but as characters, I think they're the weakest.

Like, Squid Sisters are J-pop, I guess, Deep Cut is sort of carnival music, and Off the Hook are drum-and-bass? I like Off the Hook the best out of these musical styles, which says pretty much nothing other than "damn, Toru Minegishi is a versatile composer".

But, character-wise, I don't dislike Off the Hook, they're cute and everything, they feel very sincere, and they're perfect for writing fluffy domestic-bliss stories about, but they're not interesting to me as the other two groups.

Squid Sisters are made more interesting by (A) Callie's sort-of drug addiction with the hypno-shades, (B) their status as Agents 1 and 2 and (C) their probably incestous relationship, with the way they hold hands and look at each other the way they do.

Deep Cut have actual attitude to them, being murderous beast-taming bandits and whatnot, and they serve as bosses in the main campaign, as well being a trio which makes their Splatfests more interesting. They've also got a big cute fish, unlike the other two groups.

I think Pearl is quite funny, with her bleeped swearing and deadly voice and whatnot, like she's made for "cute character wearing naughty t-shirt" memes, and Marina is a very accurate portrayal of autism (whether intentional or not), who lends herself nicely to angsty Octarian army fanfics.

They're a bit too fluffy for me, though. It's very cute, that they're as openly homoerotic as Kirk and Spock (Pearl even wears a Kirk-looking Starfleet badge!), and just how much they care for each other, but they're just a bit too perfect, too "wholesome". As of Side Order, Marina has been made a more flawed character with the whole Memverse thing, and I welcome that, but I can't help but feel they are the most "sanitised" of the three groups (and I don't mean the green Borg-like philosophical zombies manufactured by Kamabo Co.).

I write this because, unfortunately, I foresee that Off the Hook's status as the popular "wholesome and fluffy" idol group will allow Team Present to win GrandFest, and since the last Splatfest of each game determines the theme of the next one, I believe Off the Hook's popularity over Deep Cut will squander our chance to release a Splatoon 4 set in space, our chance to boldly woomy where no squid has woomied before.

TL;DR I'M ON TEAM FUTURE

[whoretress-of-meropide]

Wriothesley SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Behind closed doors, Wriothesley is incredibly cuddly. Since he's wrapped up in his work most of the time he takes every hug and kiss he can get. He has a weakness for love bites, giving and receiving. Another thing he goes crazy for is sitting you on his lap

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Wriothesley finds it hard to make friends, unable to just let himself trust people. As a best friend he will do what he can to make life easy for you or help you with whatever you need. He's dependable and reliable. Also, he's an amazing listener

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Many many many cuddles. Hugs, forehead kisses, nips at your neck, spooning. He will cram as much physical affection as he can into a small amount of time, since he's so busy

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

While his childhood did prevent him from being able to trust people and form long lasting bonds he still does fantasize about getting married. He likes the idea of starting a family and giving his children the kind of love and support they deserve. He's not a good cook but he likes to keep a clean house.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would take you out, somewhere nice. It's almost like a last chance date. He will take you on a date with the intention to break up with you calmly at the end but it's possible you may say or do something that changes his mind. He's hoping that happens. He's hoping for the best.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It would take a long time before Wriothesley felt comfortable about settling down. While he does want to get married he doesn't want to get divorced. He has to make sure this is the real deal.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally, it's going to be hard to get him to open up in the early stages of your relationship. Physically, he is all over you. Every bit of physical affection he can get he's , he's practically drowning it in and he loves it .

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

So many hugs all the time. His hugs are tight, they could break your back if you don't warn him. They also last a while because he just can't bear to end this bliss.. just a few more minutes

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Despite how long it will take him to decide to marry, Wriothesley can fall in love relatively fast. His heart aches for someone to share his life with. He's a bit of a hopeless romantic. He will date and the L word will pass his lips sooner than even he expected. He wants that, he really does.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He has a stoic and silent jealousy. Wriothesley won't voice his jealousy but... What if you like that guy more? What if that guy has more free time?! Wriothesley will never let you know he's doubting himself and unless you've been together for a long time you may never pick up on his jealousy... Unless the person he's jealous of meets him face to face. Wriothesley is surprisingly scathing and sassy.

"Oh, you must be Wriothesley! Your S/o talks about you a lot"

"Funny, they don't talk about you at all"

Like damn, Wriothesley.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His favorite place to pepper with kisses is your neck. Peoples necks tend to be more sensitive which gives him all those little giggles he loves so much. He actually really likes when you kiss his ears. His ears are crazy sensitive. He loves giving you hundreds of little kisses, but isn't opposed to long hot make outs, if you desire

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Wriothesley is very gentle and comfortable around kids. He remembers what it was like to be a child, a skill it seems a lot of people lose when they get older and have responsibilities. Kids tend to be afraid of him which does slightly chip away at him. Hopefully, one day, his own kids won't be afraid of him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings don't last long. He has to get to work. He will wake up a little earlier than necessary just to be able to lie awake in bed with his beloved.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

When night falls and work is done and Wriothesley can relax he is excited. His battery slowly drains all day but just one kiss from you fuels him up entirely. It's here that he gets all the cuddles and kisses he needs to function

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Wriothesley slow drips little bits of info about himself if you've been dating for a few years. However, all the important things you need to know will be dropped all at once. His past is something he needs you to know and while he is afraid it will be the breaking point of your relationship he knows it must be done. He will be beyond relieved if you accept him for who is has become.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Insurmountably Patient. The man is a saint his anger very rarely rears its head.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Wriothesley is only human and is capable of forgetting things but he will NEVER forget anything about you. Birthday? Favorite foods? Favorite joke? He will remember it all.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory will change the longer your relationship goes on. In the beginning nothing will be more magical than how you met. Then your wedding will be the greatest day. Then the birth of your first child. These will always be the top 3 memories

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He Protecc He Attacc but most importantly he will always have your back. Wriothesley is absurdly protective of you, especially if you have children. He needs to keep you safe, you're the lynchpin of the family. He will take absolutely NO disrespect about you. You're the jewel in his crown and as far as he's concerned you should always be priority

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Wriothesley gives you 110% for absolutely everything. Every date is perfectly planned, he will never forget an anniversary and if you like gifts he'll make sure to send them often. He also has a soft spot for sending love letters to you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

The Duke has a small gambling problem. Nothing major, he isn't risking thousands of mora on high stakes betting but he doesn't like how much low stakes betting he does. He believes that this problem could potentially become a bigger one if left unchecked. He also has a tendency to ignore health issues of his. He s had a persistent pain in his side all week but uuhh... He's too busy to get it checked out right now.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not really worried about his looks... Though he did wish children found him less scary

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Once he finds 'the one' he would feel so lost without you by his side.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Sometimes he will trace his scars with his finger, remembering where each one came from vividly

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He has zero tolerance for someone hurting other people. Physically or Emotionally but he is VERY sensitive to emotional abuse. It drives him crazy to see it because emotional abuse can be so subtle that sometimes people don't even register it. He will go out of his way to give that person a better example of how they should be treated

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Wriothesley sleeps very sparingly. When single, he'll take brief naps in his office a few times a day. When dating or married he will sleep every night with his S/O but won't ever sleep more than 5 hours. He has work to do. He needs more sleep.

[addsalwayssick]

What’s that, Addie? You’ve posted a new fanfiction? Called ‘Here We Go Again”? And it’s a mamma mia au?????

yep! read a snippet below the cut, then head down to read the full chapter on Ao3!

The night sky was cloudless the evening Teddy sent the letters. The letter addressed to a ‘James Potter’, ‘Peter Pettigrew,’ and a ‘Sirius Black’.

Teddy ran to the edge of the dock where his friends arrived, screaming. “Harry! Mione! Ron!” He shouted as they noticed him and began running towards him.

“Teddy!”

They exchanged hugs and cheek kisses, with a little bit of “Did you cut your hair?”

“Guys, guys. I’ve got something to tell you.” Teddy whispered.

Harry raised his eyebrow. “What?” Teddy smiled and bit his bottom lip. “What!?” Harry asked again, exasperated.

“Come here.” Teddy said and ran towards the trees, where there was little chance they would be caught talking. “Okay, so you know how my mum and dad split after I was born?” He questioned. Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded. “I found my dads old diary, because he’s been moping about lately, talking about love and how blissful it is while it lasts.” Teddy rolled his eyes.

“Yeah? And?” Ron asks.

“Let me read his first entry to you. ‘Honey, how you thrill me’”

“Uh huh?” Harry breathed. “Who’s the lucky woman?”

Teddy held up a finger to signal to wait. “‘Honey, i’ve heard about him before, I wanted to know some more, now I know what they mean…’”

“What else?” Hermione asked.

“‘He’s a love machine! Oh he makes me dizzy!’” Teddy exclaimed. “And so, we know he’s in love with a guy here, but it says that he had to leave because he thought my dad was cheating on him. But my dad says in the diary he was shopping for engagement rings! They were about to get married!”

Hermione covered her mouth. “That’s awful! Does it say Mr. Lupin tried to tell the mystery man that?”

“It says that he tried and the mystery man didn’t believe him.”

“Okay but why did this have to be so secretive?” Ron asked.

Teddy tutted. “Just wait, Ron. So basically I looked through his old photos and saw a picture dated the same date as the 1st diary entry. He has his arm around 3 guys! Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, and Sirius Black!”

“Yeah? What’s that got to do with anything?” Harry asked.

“So I want my dad to be happy! He’s been acting like an angsty teen! And…” Teddy trailed off.

“And…?” Hermione inquired.

“And I invited them all to come to my wedding!” Teddy told them.

[capypub]

Without Warning - Mafia!Joel Miller Scene 6 (Version 2)

Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC

Rating: M (smut)

MDNI. 18+ content.

Summary: Joel returns to his baby girl and makes up for lost time.

Here's the Daddy! Mafia Boss! Joel Version! Alternative (non-Daddy kink) version is here

Masterlist

The Alvarez meeting had gone smoothly. They got their weapons and Joel got his money and then some in terms of forming alliances and securing extra protection for his warehouses across the border. He was riding on the highs of success as he came to a screeching halt in front of Indi’s apartment. He knew she’d be home, he may or may not have had one of his guys keeping tabs on her in his absence, for security purposes of course. 

Banging on the door with the palm of his hand, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, anxious to see her after being separated for so long. He must have looked like he was tripping on something by the way he fidgeted on her front step. 

When she opened the door, she didn’t even get a chance to greet him. Joel was on her once there was enough space for him to get past the threshold. Gripping the sides of her head in his large, rough hands, he kissed her desperately, starving, practically feral for her taste. She gasped at first, but relaxed immediately into him, blindly bringing her hands up to hold his wrists with a happy sigh. He walked her backwards into the apartment, kicking the door shut with the heel of his work boot. She giggled against his mouth, allowing him to direct her until she was pressed into the back of the door. 

“Missed you so fuckin’ much, baby…don’t ever want to be away from you that long again,” he groaned, his hands feeling down her body until he reached her hips, pinning her back against the old wood, squeezing her sides tightly. 

“Not…ever…” she agreed breathlessly, eyes closed in bliss as he sucked a mark just beneath her earlobe, “J-Joel, need you,” she whined into his good ear, rutting against his leg as he slipped his hands lower to grip the back of her thighs.

“I’m here now, baby,” he grunted, picking her up and pinning her against the door, wrapping her legs around his waist, “Gonna take good care of you,” he groaned, feeling the warmth of her core pressed into his hard cock, unintentionally rutting into her denim shorts. “F-fuck, yes, sir, please, please, please,” she whined into his kiss, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck, one hand moving into his hair to tug at the locks at the nape , eliciting a hungry growl from his throat as he continued to suck on her lower lip. Biting her lip, she moaned, trying to grind into his clothed crotch from her position. 

Adjusting his grip on her body, he stumbled over to her couch, depositing her gently on the plush cushions, leaning back to admire how absolutely gorgeous she was and how lucky he was to have her so open and needy for him.

“Gonna be a good girl for me, baby?” he asked lowly, tracing her jaw with his thumb as she nodded up at him with glazed eyes and a giddy smile, “Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy as hard as I want?” he continued, rubbing at her clit over her shorts a little faster.

“Ah! Yes, yes, Daddy, anything you want,” she agreed, squirming under him as she tried to reach for his belt buckle, the term catching Joel’s attention; but he didn’t stop to question it, rather he found himself liking the idea.

Joel grabbed her hand, taking her other as well and raising them, pinning her wrists above her head, keeping them there with one of his hands while he slipped his other past her shorts and her panties to rub slow circles against her clit. She jerked against his touch, trying to wind her hips up in time with his ministrations, looking absolutely wrecked under him and he’d barely started touching her. 

“Keep that up, baby girl, and I might just have to tie you down,” he warned, removing his hand from her pants to pin her hips down.

The noise she made in response went straight to his cock, painfully straining against his jeans. Maybe another time, he thought to himself. She did settle down though, biting her lip as she looked up at him expectantly. Unbuttoning her shorts, he pushed the denim and her panties down to her knees, rubbing his fingers through her slick appreciatively. 

“Oh fuck, gorgeous, you’re drippin’ for me…been needin’ this for a long time, huh, baby girl?” he questioned, prodding her entrance with two fingers before easily sliding up to his knuckles through her slickness. 

“A-ah, a long time…Daddy” she repeated, sounding so gone with just his fingers stroking her walls. 

“That’s right,” he groaned at her words, the sounds of his strokes growing louder as her wetness began to drip down his wrist and palm, “Daddy’s here now, gonna take real good care of you, baby, fuck you just like you’ve been needin’,” he added, using his thumb to rub at her clit in time with his strokes, feeling her walls beginning to constrict his digits as he fingered her harder. 

“Yes! Fuck yeah, yeah, ah! Just like that!” she groaned, tossing her head back, baring her neck to him. 

“Sit up, gorgeous,” he commanded, releasing her wrists and using his free hand to tug her shirt over her head roughly, her bra quickly following. 

Latching onto her perked nipple, he continued to toy with her body while he fingered her, easing her onto her back again, his pace steady as he sucked and bit her nipples, placing another mark on both breasts before leaning up to kiss her hungrily. 

“I’m…I’m gonna come,” she panted against his ear, her nails digging into his shoulders as he increased his pace, the lewd sounds of her wetness mixed with her pretty moans had Joel’s mind short circuiting as she came with a high whine, her walls spasming around his fingers.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Joel groaned loudly, his words dragging as he watched her fall apart under him.

He brought his hand to his mouth, licking up his middle finger from the knuckle, groaning in satisfaction at the taste of her. She surprised him by suddenly sitting up on her elbows and grabbing his wrist in her trembling hand, bringing it to her own mouth to suckle on his fingertips. He swore under his breath, watching in awe as she batted her lashes at him with a teasing smile after she’d released his hand. 

“You gonna fuck me like you promised, Daddy?” she asked so sweetly, so innocently, a stark contrast to the mischievous grin and devilish look in her eyes.

Joel attempted to swallow the sudden dryness in his throat. She was an enigma taken straight out of his deepest, darkest fantasies, a perfect combination of innocence and wickedness. 

“Y-yeah, darlin’,” he groaned when she reached over to massage his aching cock through his jeans which had become dangerously tight, “You gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?” he asked, grabbing her legs and suddenly pulling her towards him, watching her tits bounce as she slid onto her back with a giggle.

“Wanna be so good for you, Daddy,” she insisted breathily, reaching up for him.

Joel held her gaze with his fully dilated eyes, quickly undoing his pants and setting his gun on the coffee table. She followed his movements with hooded eyes, her hands touching him wherever she could reach - down his arms, across his chest and shoulders, down his sides, as he shoved his pants and boxers down. 

“Stay still for me, baby,” he grunted, rubbing the head through her folds, groaning low, “Be my good girl,” he added, groaning as he pushed just the tip in. 

“Mhm yes, sir,” she sighed, her whole body seeming to relax at the invasion, finally satisfied after weeks of separation.

“That’s it, baby,” Joel growled, rutting further into her wet heat, inch by inch, “Fuck, this pussy was made for me,” he groaned, dropping into a partial plank over her, one rough hand gripping her hip to steady her as the other gripped the back of her couch for leverage.

“S’all for you, Daddy” she whimpered, arching into his body when he thrust fully into her, growling possessively as she squeezed his length. 

“That’s right, sweetheart, this pussy is mine,” he grunted, setting a slow, hard pace that had her gasping with each thrust. 

“It’s yours, s’yours, I’m yours…” she moaned, her words becoming more jumbled and slurred as his pace increased.

Joel’s grip on her hip was bruisingly hard. Looking down at her, writhing in pleasure as he dropped a hand to squeeze her nipple, tweaking the peaked bud until she was whining louder, throwing her head back in pleasure. 

“Feels so good, baby, so fuckin’ pretty like this…” he growled, letting go of her side to grip her throat, reveling in her cries and blissed out smile, “Look at me,” he grunted, squeezing the sides of her throat, “look at me while I fuck this perfect pussy.”

“Fuck, Joel!” she moaned, her body tense, nearly trembling as she approached another orgasm. 

“What’d you say?” he demanded, squeezing her throat again a little harder, eliciting another breathy moan, “That’s not my name right now, baby girl,” he reminded her darkly, leaning down to growl in her ear, earning a soft whimper in response. 

“Ah, please! Fuck, so good, feels so good, Daddy,” she panted, reaching between their bodies to rub her clit, “I’m c-close, p-please, Daddy.” she panted against his mouth, their lips locking in a heated, messy kiss. 

“Come on then, baby, soak my cock, oh fuck!” he groaned, feeling his own end approaching quickly when she was squeezing and pulsing around him so intensely. 

She came undone beautifully beneath him, the slight sheen of sweat on her skin making her body glisten in the low light. Joel wasn’t far behind, feeling his cock twitch erratically  as he fucked her through her orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted, “you ready for me, baby? Gonna take my come like a good girl?” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” she nodded, still coming down, biting her lower lip as he growled over her, his rough calloused hands grabbing onto her sides tightly as he began to piston into her, chasing his end like a madman. 

“Here you go, baby, gonna come for you…such a good girl, takin’ my cock so well,” he said gruffly, his words slurred and hoarse.

He pulled out of her suddenly, stroking his cock and throwing  his head back as he reached his end with an animalistic growl. Originally, he was going to aim for her stomach, but again, she surprised him by quickly getting up onto her knees, sticking her tongue out as he came on her lips and chin. He moaned much louder than he intended, mind shattered as she wrapped her lips around the head to collect the last of his spend, sucking the tip until he had to pull her off from oversensitivity. 

They were both breathing heavily, looking at each other in their post-sex haze. She made a show of sticking her tongue out, showing him his own come before swallowing it smoothly, licking her lips after. He shook his head, grinning. She was fucking amazing. 

“Welcome home,” she said softly, smiling lazily as she ran a hand through her hair to brush it back. 

He chuckled. “God, I missed you,” he said with a soft, content sigh, admiring her from his spot, noticing the marks along her neck, shoulders, and breasts, a sense of satisfaction settling in his stomach knowing these would take a few days to heal, a reminder to both of them of the events that just took place and of who gave them to her. 

“I missed you too,” she cooed, scooting across the couch to curl into his side, resting her head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around her. 

The pair sat in the quietness for a few more moments, simply enjoying each other’s presence. Indi got up to start the shower, giggling when Joel slapped her ass as she passed him. 

“When did you get in?” she asked from the bathroom, setting out some towels.

“Just now,” he said with a shrug, pulling his boxers and pants back on. 

“So you dropped your stuff off and then came straight here? I fig-.”

“My stuffs in the truck, sweetheart,” he interrupted her with a soft chuckle, pulling his shirt back on.

She was quiet for a moment as she tried to make sense of his words. 

“Wait, Joel! You must be so exhausted!” she exclaimed, coming out of the bathroom to stare at him with wide eyes. 

“I mean,” he shrugged, his eyes roaming her naked body appreciatively, “I had enough energy to please that pussy,” he said with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her smile and faint blush. “You need to get some rest,” she insisted. 

“Let me grab my bag from the truck and then we can rest all you want,” he agreed easily, feeling much more relaxed, the fatigue of long nights staking out and moving supplies plus long days in meetings did start to settle in but he was still riding the high of sex, feeling pleasantly spent. 

“Can we order take out before showering?” she asked, still coming off timidly when she tried to ask him for things.

“Order whatever you want, baby girl,” he agreed, picking his wallet up from the floor from where it had fallen out of his pants and handing it to her, “I’ll be right back,” he added, pecking the side of her head before stepping out to his truck. 

It took him a little longer to return. Tommy gave him a call to update him on how his recovery has been going and also to ask about the meeting. Joel indulged his brother’s questions, glad to hear from him after their last scare. 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all good for now, I’ll have Tess wire you your cut,” he said after a few minutes, “I gotta go, Tommy,” he insisted, trying not to sound rushed.

“You goin’ to see your girl?” his brother chuckled through the phone.

“Uh, yeah, actually,” he said, not able to stop the stupid grin from forming on his face as Tommy called her his girl. 

“Alright, I’ll let you go here, don’t do anything stupid,” he said affectionately, giving a final goodbye before they hung up. 

Joel grabbed the duffle bag with some of his clothes from the backseat. Heading inside quickly, he returned to find Indi still on the couch, scrolling through her phone, his wallet on the coffee table next to his gun. 

“Anything sound good?” he asked, dropping his bag beside the couch before sitting next to her. 

“Pizza?” she shrugged.

“Whatever you want, baby girl,” he repeated with a warm smile, getting up again to get his clothes and hop in the shower, ready to wash away the past few weeks. 

He got in, feeling his muscles relax further as the hot water ran over him. When she finally joined him, they took turns washing the other, both enjoying the quiet and comfortability of the whole process. Joel wrapped a towel around her body, holding his own around his waist as he kissed her cheek, rubbing her side affectionately. 

Until now, he’d tried to put what she’d said over the phone at the back of his mind. She had been asleep after all, perhaps dreaming of someone else to say those words to. In reality, Joel didn’t know if he’d prefer that or not. He chose not to bring it up that evening, indulging in greasy pizza and a new action movie on Netflix. Indi cuddled into him most of the night, falling asleep against him towards the last ten minutes of the movie. 

“Let’s get you to bed, baby girl,” Joel said softly, brushing some hair out of her face, trying to gently ease her awake. 

“Sleep here tonight,” she mumbled, blinking slowly up at him as she hugged his side, sounding half-asleep. 

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, darlin’,” he soothed her, leading her to her bedroom after shutting off the TV. 

+

When he woke up the following morning, she wasn’t in bed with him. Pulling his sweatpants on, he wandered blearily into the living room, finding his girl sitting on the floor near the coffee table, staring down at his gun for some reason.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he greeted her cautiously, noticing she had yet to look at him, “everything okay?” he asked slowly, noticing how stiffly she sat. 

“How many guns do you own?” she asks, her voice a little shaky.

He hesitated. “Why you askin’, baby?” he questioned cautiously, rather than answer her question.

She finally looked at him. Her gaze was hard, conflict dancing behind her eyes. Blinking slowly, she glanced at his duffle bag, still open beside her couch. 

“I saw that your phone needed to be charged. I figured I’d get your charger…from your bag,” she said, hesitating towards the end, her voice quivering nervously.

He knew where this was going. He immediately knew what had her spooked and tried to come up with a valid reason for having an automatic pistol tucked into the side pocket of his duffle bag. He floundered, his lips parting and coming together again as he struggled to find something to say, his mind going blank as he continued to stand on the receiving end of obvious distress. 

“Why do you have so many guns, Joel?” she asked softly,bringing her knees to her chest, the same look of fear from the first night they’d met flashing across her face for just a second as he stepped towards her.

Joel had experienced stab and gunshot wounds that hurt less than the look she gave him…

(Alternative version here)

Scene 7