#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.

[inc0gnitoo]

Hey love, I would like to request a Jinx x F!Reader. Imagine that the reader moves with Jinx to another city for a better start and they get married and have twins through in vitro fertilization. Now with two kids, they haven't had many intimate moments. Could you write a scenario where they get some alone time with lots of smut and fluff too, please? Top Jinx ok?

There isn't much of that around here and I would love to read stuff like that. Thanks 🫰🏻

OMGGGG this is adorable i could totally see jinx wanting to escape piltover and zaun, new life but still just as crazy! so cute- 🤞🤞i had a lot of fun writing this. i hope you enjoy!

CW- female terms for reader, smut but w a little plot, top jinx of course, lesbianism, jinx is still crazy, just less so, voice kink??

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

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the voice of your wife, jinx, was unmistakably beautiful. you had gotten quite accustomed to the sound of her calling you over, whether to help with isha or vanalia, your two daughters, or to check out another painting. and everytime you’d come at her call.

she wasn’t the only one who’d call for you, though. isha, your oldest child, was quite the little inventor. you and jinx always called her ‘lil jinxy’ for how alike she was to her mother. vanalia, quiet and timid, never quite understood the idea of inventing, but she loved to read, and she’d tell you every little story her six year old brain came up with. one of those stories sounding eerily familiar to something jinx had told you once before..

the big city brought many promises for the two of you, and one of those was a nice home to come to, and beautiful daughters that awaited. and lucky for you, your wife jinx was just as imaginative and crazy.

despite loving spending time with your family and the chaos that ensued, the two of you were in a desperate search for a break. after careful consideration, you decided to take a weekend off. of course you loved your daughters, but that voice of jinx’s that you cherished so much was becoming less and less, more filled with exhaustion and the tire of being a parent. you knew she needed time off, and just as much as she did.

so, you treated her to a break.

“ngh, doll, yea, right there—“

with your head buried between her legs, her nimble fingers entangled in the strands of your hair, she praised you, hips rolling into your face as she fucked herself on you, “don’t—act cocky, aah.. i’m going to fuck your face til you can’t breathe.”

and she was 100% right. your fingers pumped in and out, curling into her walls and searching for her release like a puppy begging for a treat, desperately seeking to please your beautifully crazy wife who’s pussy was making you this drunk.

“harder, harder. i’ll cum—“

you wrapped your lips around her clit and eased your fingers up to a ruthless pace, pain in your arm but fuck, who cares?? when she was demanding orgasm from you, you’d give it to her.

and she came, just as she promised, and nearly ripped your hair out at the force she used to pull it. her back arched and that beautiful voice of hers you were addicted to cried out in ecstasy.

why did i mention her calling you over? oh! right!

bringing yourself up from her thighs, your face wet with her slick, you didn’t even get a chance before jinx shot her hand to your throat, tugging you up to her bliss-fucked face, “come here. it’s your turn, sunshine.”

ugh, just her voice alone could send you.

jinx was thrusting her fingers into you at a pace only she could master, fucking up into your tight cunt, lewd noises filling your hotel room, “who’s being so good for me? that’s right! you are, baby.”

she praised you so well, rewarding you with mindblowing orgasms back to back to back, hitting every right angle and splitting your mind into a filthy mess of desire and craving.

“j-jinx! mmg.. don’t stop, f-feels so good—“

“why would i do that silly? your pussy is calling me.”

and, of course, with those moans spilling out of your mouth, you were calling her too.

the more you came the happier jinx was, knowing she was giving her wife the satisfaction she knew she could give, your body was like her own little toy, learning what buttons to press and what kinks to make use of.

and she loved your body, the way your breasts would bounce as she fucked into you with the strap, how you’d shake and grip onto any part of her that could give you support. and how beautiful your eyes looked as they rolled into the back of your pretty little head.

and once she finally gave you a break (which took a few hours that night) she’d stroke your cheek, admiring the beads of sweat that fell down your forehead, every wrinkle and crevice. her finger grazing the skin of your face with such gentleness and fragility that she had to have thought you were glad. with that cheeky grin, she would speak to you with that voice you’d fell in love with.

“my pretty pretty girl, so.. perfect..”

FIN

[jayparked]

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.

for part of my 1k follower celebration send me a member and a number from this list and i'll write a short drabble about it ♡masterlists

[keferon]

Blurr and Swerve (set sometime during the Blurr chapter when Blurr first gets his mech), because these two have apparently taken up residence in my brain

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Swerve wonders, waiting for Blurr to show up to inspect his new mech, if Blurr has ever felt anything less than confident, less than certain. 

Does he have any hesitation or doubts about joining the mecha program, becoming a pilot? 

If he has, you'd never know it by the way he walks into the mechanic's hall like he owns the place – accompanied by a flustered looking staffer from the upper floors and a full five minutes later than when he was scheduled to arrive.  (Not that anyone seems to care whether Blurr keeps to a schedule or how much it disrupts everyone else's ability to just do their jobs. He's Blurr after all.)

Swerve watches Blurr walk away from the staffer with barely a thank you.  Watches as Blurr asks one, two, then three times for directions as he crosses the long hall.  And each time he's greeted with smiles, attempts at conversation, and people kindly pointing out Swerve's direction.  And each time, Blurr gives the same thank you – short and dismissive, without a backward glance.

Swerve wonders, as he watches, whether Blurr ever feels shame or has second thoughts about how he treats everyone else as though they are less than him. 

If he does, it certainly doesn't show from the way that lazy grin never slips from his face the whole way across the hall.  Even up close, even as Swerve shakes Blurr's hand and has to reintroduce himself and remind the man that they've met before (and how many times has it been now?), Blurr's smile never wavers.

Does it ever falter when Blurr is alone?  Does the smile ever slip from his face as he thinks back on his actions in private?  Or is it just a permanent feature of the man -- along with the shining eyes, blindingly white teeth, and immaculate hair.  Superficially perfect in every way to an extent that standing next to Blurr is enough on its own to make Swerve feel special.

And then Blurr is gone, moving to inspect his mech.  And the shallowness of it all hits Swerve in full force again.

Swerve wonders, watching Blurr move under the shadow of the looming metal machine, whether the man ever feels fear. 

Does he realize that mechs are synonymous with death?  That the machine he is standing under is built to kill.  Aliens, yes.  But pilots die too -- alarmingly often.  Even if Blurr isn't on the front lines (and Swerve can't imagine Swindle risking his money on that) there are still risks.  Accidents.  Injuries.  Deaths.  Would he care if he knew?  Maybe his ego is such that he believes such fates are for lesser men.

But Blurr's mech in particular – Swerve worked on the specs for Blurr's mech.  Does the man realize that his machine is a death trap? 

Maybe ignorance truly is bliss.  Swerve wonders whether he should tell him.  Swerve wonders whether it would even matter.  Would Blurr even listen, if he pulls him aside?

Swerve never gets the chance.  He is crowded out by a swarm of photographers, staffers, and mechanics -- come to watch Blurr set foot in his mech for the first time.

Blurr hops into the pilot's seat as casually as though he's taking his car out for a drive around the block.  He smiles that blinding smile down at the crowd and waves for the cameras.

And Swerve wonders, watching Blurr, whether he envies the way Blurr can just breeze through life seemingly untouched and unphased by it all.

ANON I LOVE YOU MARRY ME /J

This is absolutely delightful ehehhengkgkhmh it synchronizes SO WELL with my mental image of them you literally caught my brain waves lglmgkg i love it so fucking much it's part of the canon for me now

[valentine-cafe]

Happy 1 year anniversary! I'm so happy to have been able to witness this blog continue to grow. Keep up the good work!

As for my order, can I get an affogato please?

Inexperienced!reader seeing Vespasiano at a bar and deciding to shoot his shot only to be a nervous wreck the entire time while trying to flirt with him. Vespasiano finding all this adorable and taking him home and teaching reader how to fuck him properly! (with reader just immediately cumming the second he's able to stick his dick into Vesp) 👏

˖⁺. ﹙ vampire lieutenant dilf  x inexperienced top sub male reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . there you go. fuck look at you, doing so good !! 🍒 :  vampiric ˖ lieutenant ˖ dilf character﹙ verse 781 vespsiano. ﹚

you've always wondered what it would be like inside of him, you didn't think he'd be the one to teach you how to fuck him. | cw: blowjob, handjob, anal, inexperienced male reader, lots of humping <3

𖹭. ps : thank you so much !! we hope this is to your liking!

“Yeah?”

Heat warms your face with the low rumble to your ear. When did his hand get on your thigh? The calloused thumb strokes along your skin spark your head into dizzy episodes. It’s the alcohol, you convince yourself. But something tells you the golden hue of bourbon isn’t what you’re drowning in — but emerald eyes lightly creased at the corners.

“Well I . . .” you hope that the throat clear helps. “You know y-you’re. . . one to talk - with that - uhm -” seems not.

Vespasiano, that’s his name. The patron you’d heard all the bartenders giggling about time and time again. He came in, ordered his old fashion or neat whiskey, sat for a bit. Smoked his cigarette, then left. You’d seen him a few times. Today you summoned all your non-existing confidence to shoot your short.

It’s going as well as a virgin with a hooker.

Or is it? His chuckle shoots the heat on your face to your crotch. The stir against your pants spins your head further. When did your pants get so tight?

Tight. You wonder how tight he is. But could you even manage fucking him? He didn’t look like the switch type — let alone the switch. The thrum of your dick against black fabric begged for such. A chance, just one chance.

Your nerves, however, tell another story. “I uh - j-just . . . forget I - said - a-anything haha -” the choppy laugh interrupts halfway. The floor creaks with skidded wood and the hand on your thigh doubles over to the other. The bar counter welcomes your back. As though to wingman you for the towering shadow he casts over you. That grin on his lips that makes you want to buck against him here and now.

Damn everyone else. If you could have him over this counter here and now. . .

The trail of a finger down your throat sends your thoughts derailed. All you can do is gulp. Flit your eyes up to his amused ones that peer at the bobbing of your Adam’s apple. “Don’t chicken out on me now. Don’t think your pants down there would appreciate’t.”

You needn’t glance down. Your tent strains proudly against his inner thigh. The warmth hitches your breath. By some grace, you manage to breathe out a final - “But - aren’t you still drinking?”

Save your poor heart. It wasn’t ready for him to lean over with gazes locked and hand steady. Snatch his glass and gulp the bitter liquid down like honey. Eyes on yours the entire time. Shadowed by dark strands drooped over.

Thud to the wood. The feel of his strong arm round your waist is deadly. So is his whisper. Those small fangs that peek through his grin.

“Now ‘m not.”

—

He’s not a bottom, not a switch either. And yet here is. On his back, shirt gone, pants discarded. To say you were surprised at his understanding was an understatement.

“Thaat’s it. . . keep going,” he groans with his cock finding home in your hand. The perfect sleeve as it pumps slowly, shakily down his length. His face might send you into a spur right now. Blissed out. You’d splatter immediately. But for the life of you, your gaze refuses to release his dick.

To say he’s big is an insult. You’re lucky it’s just his ass you’ll have today. The veiny flesh and twitches with suds of precum salivates your mouth. It takes every fibre to not dive down and choke on his dick all over again. His shaky groans aren’t making it any easier.

“Haven’t done this before either.” He’s so assuring. The large hand strokes along your face and his blissful smile almost has you humping on his leg. Desperate much?

“Been on receivin’, I mean - fuck.”

His words had some magic because your hand acted on fuel. Pumping along steadily to the thrum of his pulses. The rolls of his hips.

Next you catch his wet hole. Your throbbing borders painful as much as pleasurable. To sate the desire you swoop down and kiss around his thick tip. Shudder into his slit and stroke beneath his cockhead. His taste perfectly compliments the bitterness of alcohol. You’d get drunk on him any day.

But a hand to your hair snaps you from your swirl of need. With a gruff - “you gonna keep suckin’ me dry or?” oh, there’s that devilish chuckle again. Your insides flare in competition with your face that he grinds up into shamelessly. “Or are you gonna fuck me, pretty boy? ‘m waiting.”

Your kisses rain down on his muscular highs like apologies crossed with whines. “Nervous. . . I wanna make you feel good.” There you go humping mindlessly into the mattress again. Imagine his hips instead of the scratch of linen.

A warm, tender hand to the back of your neck leads you home to his lips. They overtake yours in a fire, a passion. One that surely is meant to pull more of your pathetic noises out. So you attempt to win back your pride by shoving your hands to his shoulders and forcing him back down.

“That’s it.” If you thought his groan made you dizzy then the squeeze of his hand around your dick as he reached forward crumbled you entirely. Like hot candle wax, you fall onto him with a melt and buck into his thigh.

The slick of previous lube steals your breath. So you return the favour with lathered kisses into his mouth. An exchange of tongue and teeth. All while he guides you steadily.

Excitement shoots through you at the feel of his rim. Straight from your tip and through your dick. Your hands brace on his sides and his squeeze at your hips. The kiss parts again. Strings of saliva the last evidence. Your hips buck. Your gut pleads for you to just push in. But a quick reminder of his own inexperience in this field steers your muscles to a halt.

Inexperienced? You’d never consider him such.

Not with the way he touches you. Certainly not with his words laced with teasing lilts He’d be the death of you. And you would so readily let him bury you. Just how you wish to bury within those warm walls.

“Now. . . easy does it.” He mumbles against kisses to your neck. Small assurances that swell and squeeze your heart. Your body moves on automation. Muscles robotically dancing to his rhythm as your tip glides along his hole. You’re so busy bothering your lower lip with your teeth that you fail to notice him doing the same. “Just. . . there. . . there - hah -”

Surely, this is a trap. The tightness of his heat encasing your cock inch - by agonising inch - is a sabotage in every degree of the word. One for your heart that leaps straight into your throat. You bob it down with gulps of saliva and swallowed gasps. It’d be too humiliating to -

“Let it out. . .”

“F-Fuck . . .”

It’s such a pathetic noise really. In comparison to his deep, rumbled groans and grunts — you feel like a whimpering kitten. How can you be anything but when he’s thrumming around your cock like that? When his heat makes you so dizzy that you have to droop your head to his scarred chest and press kisses all over his skin?

There’s no stopping your hips as they chase pleasure. Bucks meet his thighs and your hands flex around his sides. Searching for a leverage, a comfort, to cling to while he consumes your body whole. For a moment - you forget that you are the one inside of him.

“S-So good -”

“Yeah?”

The ragged breath finally steals your attention. The sight of him beneath you is enough to snap several chords in your tummy. With emerald eyes peered through fluttery half-lids. His brows itch to crease at the centre. There’s no missing the subtle flex of his fingers in the dark sheets. And that light blush scattered across his face? He’s the sight of heaven, splayed out on a bed of all things for crying out loud.

Every fibre in your body begs for you not to be a hero. His heat is not something you can manage. Stubbornly, still, you persist and press in further. Feel the tightness in your gut. The swell in your chest.

It happened so fast. White blinds your vision and takes over your movements. You’re needily bucking into his lube-slathered heat with tiny, pitiful humps. Lips parted, eyes fluttered. The shudder that tears through your body shoves you down onto him again and you moan out against his collarbone.

Heat fizzles into realisation. But before you can so much as apologise, that tender feeling finds the small of your back once more. You feel his smile against your temple; and his hips rolling into yours as though you didn’t just bust already.

“That good huh?” The snicker makes you flush. For the life of you, you cannot bother with embarrassment or pleasantries. All you can do is stutter your cock forward in shallow, aimless thrusst.

“A-Ah - ah - m-m sorry. . . mngh. . . just mngh - s’good.”

“Keep going. Steady. Make a - a - ah - a rhythm.”

Large palms flatten on your thighs. Then squeeze. Vespasiano steers your hips forward until you catch the hang of it. His lips motivate you with showers all over your neck and shoulders. You return it tenfold with bites and marks littered across his throat and chest.

Pleasure swells through your head. Strikes down your spine. The air leaves you in bouts you can barely keep up with. Not that you care. Not that it matters. Who needs air when pleasure flies you to cloud nine?

“D-Does - does it feel - feel good?” Your eyes search his scrunched up face for an answer. Your impatience drops a hand to his cock, and you messily stroke along the trails of wetness leaked from his pulsating tip. An action he clearly was not anticipating with the way his back arched and moans tumbled forth.

Not groans. Not grunts. Moans. You really are in heaven. To have a man of his experience, his age, his occupation and stature. Moan for you.

Your thrusts catch wind of the small ego boost. Fueled with pride you angle, like he’s taught you, and buck ferally into different spots. Searching for that one - just that one -

“A-Ah fuck-!”

There.

“Answer me. . . Please,” the whine borders all sorts of needy and pathetic. Your lips are wet on his throat as you suckle down on his adam’s apple and press your skin together. Consume his heat for your own. “T-Tell me you feel good. That I’m - making - hngh.”

“Feels - good.” he groans. You don’t expect the hand that claps down on your thigh. Only the grin that he shoots up at you.

“But go faster. Yeah - ngh - th-thas’ ittt. . .”

What more can you do but drive yourself to madness with your messy thrusts? You’ll keep humping away at his tight hole. Shower him in kisses, bites, gropes - what have you. Sure you might cum more times as you. But as long as you both get your fill — who cares about inexperience?

Just gives him more time to teach more. More time for you to fuck him.

[appleblueberry-pie]

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.

[enwrites]

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 

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

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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[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 417: Melissa Comes Home, Epilogue (Bliss Texts)

Amelia Eklund was at home, a bit before 9pm. She’d just made nearly four grand in an hour and a half on cam. It was so easy, showing off her tits and nails, using them to squash or slice fruit, seltzer cans, and then the face of a ballistics dummy she’d bought online. It made her money and, she had to admit, it was so satisfying. But then, though she was sure the little goblins would love to watch what she knew was about to happen -again-  she switched off the feed, making some quick excuse, as she felt her blood begin to tingle...

...

...Randi Mongillo was lounging back at home, after her day babysitting Dr. J. She’d hoped to eat, change, and crash…but the waves of Bliss just kept coming. Melissa and the twerp must be really going at it hot and heavy. How the little shit still had a drop of himself left after the day they had was beyond her. In fact, it was utterly unbelieveable. Coming down from another spine tingling trip,  Randi felt like she could still feel his little face at her nipple.

This job is so weird...

...

Lakshmi Vallurupalli had eaten dinner again with her mother tonight, just the two of them this time, talking about Father and what to do. Though Mother was reasonably concerned about her daughter’s recent weight gain, she still had made an extra-rich navratan korma knowing just how much her daughter would like it. Lakshmi struggled to keep her composure at first when the Bliss came, but she had been getting better about hiding her ecstasy. Her mother did, though, mention how she looked like she was glowing. If she only knew. The one thing that Lakshmi couldn’t hide as the waves came was the creaking of the kitchen chair as it groaned underneath her. Mother had cocked an eyebrow more than once though she said nothing. Now back in her bedroom, alone after helping clear the table, Lakshmi finally had a chance to look at her phone; the girls had been texting...

...

Josie Jensen was curled up in her bed, a blatant mess. She’d needed to retreat up here after the blisses started coming, one after another after another. Her hair needed to writhe, her fingers needed to explore, and here, alone, they’d have the opportunity to do just that in private. She was panting, and panting, her hair lashing out violently as she slipped her hand into her panties and imagined what things might be like a month from now, six months from now, ten years from now.

 It was enough to make her bed tremble...

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apologies that I don’t know the AI artists that gave us the base images for the first three offerings

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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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Adventures in Middle-earth (Roleplaying Game)

Hunt for Gollum (2009)

Mr. Bliss - J. R. R. Tolkien

The Notion Club Papers

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Born of Hope (2009)

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The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

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[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