#lovemaker

[shiftwux]

doctor lovemaker

[comatosebunny09]

Stuck on the idea of a very sleepy Astarion spooning you, lazily suckling away at your neck while you read a book. He’s so exhausted he fades in and out of meditation, only stirring to drink from you with sporadic sips. As the day carries on, he awakens at some point incredibly horny because the prospect of you choosing to spend the rest of your days beside him in the Underdark makes him feral. So he languidly ruts against you as he feeds, trying to lure you into something sinful, a devious hand in your shirt while the other creeps into your breeches…

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hi!! I'm sososo obsessed with Satyr König oml you're a genius (also I've binge read your whole yandere könig tag it's so perfect). Okay so sorry in advance for my English, but:

I can't stop thinking about a shy (and kinda pervert lmao) nymph reader who sees him, sees how big and strong he is and how well he secretly protects all her sisters (and how irresistible his big, thick cock is) and really falls in love and is wildly attracted to him, BUT she's very shy and the idea of telling him her feelings is too mortifying, so when he's out in the woods she sneaks in his den, tidies the place up, brings him some flowers as gifts (yeah im inverting the usual roles lol), snuggles in his bed of furs (maybe touches herself fantasizing about him-) and König, well, notices the changes in his house and is VERY perplexed, so one day he returns earlier than usual and sees this cute, soft and unaware nymph moaning and whimpering in his den, her face against his furs, all wet and willing and ready to mate while she quietly moans his name, eyes closed and face red- he'd go FERAL

The idea of desperately horny satyr König with a more than willing needy nymph makes my brain melt oml

(And btw, do you think you'll ever write Satyr König again, in general?)

Satyr!König goes absolutely feral, yes.

He noticed the lingering sweet scent at the mouth of his den already, a sugary, floral scent that he knows so very well. He knows it to his core, because his nose wants to follow that scent whenever he catches it.

Only nymphs smell this sweet, like flower meadows and moonlight, like spring water and honeycombs. The distinct scent of a kore is eerie, and only gets stronger when he walks further into his lair, but what’s more is that he recognizes who this particular scent belongs to… He has memorized her in his loneliness, and every time he catches a whiff of her in the air outside, he can’t help but grow hard.

He barely even notices the absence of his usual mess, that someone has washed all his cups and put his wine pots in order. His den has seen a lot of brooming, and there are fresh flowers placed on his oaken table, thoughtful bouquets hanged from the roots of his oak. But before he gets to inspect those odd little things further – he’s used to trampling flowers out in the wild, he never even thought of using them as decoration, but they do look kind of nice, don’t they? – he hears a soft whimper from the back of the den.

From where he sleeps, and isn’t it peculiar how he can now smell something else, now, too… Something irresistibly heady, something that demands action at once, making his cock stir and swell to the point where it’s almost painful. There’s another soft moan, calling to him like an enchanted flute: his whole den has changed from a dark dungeon into a soft, scented temple, echoing with the sounds of a maiden in heat.

He finds her spread over his thick, musky furs, furs that have seen countless lonely nights, and have to be changed every turn of the moon because they’re so grimy. She doesn’t seem to have any trouble with laying down in his filth, the rough furs that smell of seed and satyr sweat, of old musk and maybe a few tears. Satyrs cannot cry, they say, but that’s only because no one ever sees them do so. He’s spilled more than his fill of salt on that makeshift bed, and not all of it was ropes of hot seed…

“P–please…”

She sees him, sees how surprised he is catching her here, in the place all nymphs always try to evade. She sees how hard he is while watching her bare and panting there, all over his furs, lips swollen from lust. Both up and down, her lips are wet and quivering; she’s completely ready to be taken, and only the tiniest sliver of respect prevents him from fucking her senseless right here and right now.

“Please, I beg of you…”

But when she begs for it like that…?

He doesn’t hesitate a moment longer. He simply cannot.

And why waste time on thinking how she got here (or more importantly, why she got here?) Why mull on the hot question of why isn’t the loveliest creature on earth trying to get away from him?

“No need to beg,” he grunts as he lays himself upon her, cock hot and already leaking as it finds her entrance.

The smell of ambrosia envelops him as he glides inside, the whimper from his nymph a song of paradise. She smiles softly at such immediate lust, or is it the sun that comes out of the clouds, somehow reaching under the branches of this oak?

She welcomes him with open arms, a tear falling down her temple and into her hair as he tries to be gentle with her. But it’s not really his size or his lust that makes her cry. Her hands trail up and down his sides, they try to desperately wrap around his wide torso. She looks into his eyes while he starts to rut her, amazed to have been granted such a blessing at all.

“I’m in love with you,” she sighs into the air between them, her eyes glimmering with worship in the dim, earthy dusk of his den.

He messes up with his thrusts, breathing out his shock while hovering over her. She’s so delicate and frail, and so desperate for a nymph who’s supposed to be frolicking in the open fields… She should be climbing in the tall trees and giggling at centaurs from there, she should be admiring the full moon and the stars, she should be playing in the freshwater with her sisters.

He always thought this one feared him the most, slinking into the shadows beneath the trees whenever she saw him. Casting her eyes down as if she didn’t want him to notice her at all, never mocking or teasing him like the others did. That’s why he left her alone: because he didn’t want to break her. She was far too pure for someone like him.

But now she’s here, with flowers and a hot, wet body, trying to grab him so hopelessly in her fragile embrace…

“You can’t say things like that, little one,” he warns, feeling something akin to fear for the first time in his life.

“Why not…? It’s true,” she chimes there beneath him, a few more tears of joy rolling down her cheeks.

His chest is burning, but the only sound that comes out of him is a low growl. A warning and a plea.

“You shouldn’t tease an old faun.”

“And you shouldn’t stop what you only just started...”

He blinks at her answer, at her soft smile.

Then, he shoots down to kiss her neck.

She moans from love when he opens his mouth, careful not to puncture her delicate flesh with his teeth: he only devours his nymph with soft hunger, licking and sucking her soft skin. Her giggles and sighs drive him to the sweetest madness as he starts to make love to her under the earth.

His home has never heard such cries of joy, felt or seen such displays of devotion… He returns her confessions thousandfold, in every way he can. These silly little creatures always fear a satyr’s love is only about lust, and therefore escape such hollow adoration, but he’s not here to just ease the pain in his sacks.

He’s now forever bound to her, whether she knows it or not…

[nash13]

mcdrai cowboy

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

No but you don’t understand how much I love that Anthony doesn’t see pleasuring Kate as a means to an end, but rather a complete purpose in and of itself

Anthony is someone who eats his wife out because he derives his pleasure from the act, and not because he sees it as a precursor to penetration.

I love how Anthony centres Kate’s pleasure from the very first time. In the gazebo scene, he keeps his pants on the entire time. In season 3 ep 1, he has his pants off and he’s still focused on eating her out. In ep 5, his idea of a quickie is eating her out. He enjoys making her feel good and that’s his entire purpose

It’s not just that the focus is on a woman’s pleasure but also that there is such a refreshing lack of emphasis on penetration as the whole sole end goal, especially in the context of a heterosexual couple. It’s so beautiful and important. To me, that is the embodiment of the female gaze.

[homoangel]

me when i want something

really really bad

[normystical]

if "cw sex" and "cw romance" can be a thing can we also normalize "cw romantic sex" or "cw sex with romance" or however you put it??? some people are okay with sex and romance but not the two mixed !!!

[ficandkaboodle]

Copia: I’m going to have a long, violent shower after this~

Cut to him in his hotel room FaceTiming his s/o and excitedly gushing on about how the show went and how he misses them. They fall asleep while still FaceTiming so neither feels alone.

ALTERNATIVELY

Cut to him getting off to the fantasy of being home and making sweet, tender love with his s/o. Rose petals everywhere, fairy lights given a gauzy effect by the sheer pink materials canopying from above…There’s Barry White playing, and he’s not even into Barry White during sexy time.

[salarymanwaka]

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Y/N becoming the Overlord for 7 years without Alastor after he disappeared and came back to help out the motel for more staffs didn't know Y/N is an Overlord.

Alastor finding out that Y/N is the Overlord.

And than they jump out of the window in panic thinking Alastor would beat the shit out of them.

[haitianempress]

Elliot is my new Dreamboat

He won't let her lips go! HE'S OBSESSED I'M TELLING YOU!!!

[antoncore]

he looks so husband here my goodness i Will be proposing

[princehendir]

Other companions being weird and invasive about your character's sex life is always funny tbh. I always laugh.

[samwinchestersgirl83]

I firmly believe that Sam and Dean need both regarding a first time canon.

In the early seasons it would have been all about desperation. The urgency to kiss eachother deeply. Devouring each other’s mouths like their very life depended on it. That raw indescribeable feeling to rip each other’s clothes off and take without apology, rhyme, or reason from one another.

But in later seasons it would have been soft. Tentative. Gentle reassuring without words that it was okay because of the repression suffocating them for years. Making love to each other to assure one another that this is real. The love runs as deep as soulmates and there is no one person who fits them than each other.

[hauntedwizardmoment]

tiktok's barbarous heterosexual dark romances vs. our blessed toxic old man yaoi

[alienoresimagines]

ALIIIIII, they are all so exciting 👀👀👀. Could you tell us a bit about "Have a break, have a threesome"? 😊

Thank you, Ame 🥹❤️

It's about time I answer your, @coastiewife465 and the *reads scribbled writing on hand* three anons that are definitely not Ginia

So this WIP started out as me giving Ginia a random line I had written from a Clegan WIP that goes like this "Like Benny sees him in a way he isn’t used to by anyone who isn’t Bucky." and since I didn't give any context, @amiserableseriesofevents thought I was writing a Benny x Buck piece. As it often happens, we joked around about Benny and Brady (established relationship) giving Gale a handjob to help him relax since he works himself to the bone to help his boys in the Stalag, just friends helping friends, y'know

But... well, me and Ginia now have 800+ messages related to that WIP which has turned into a 23 chapters outline of basically, Benny and Brady taking care of Gale while they wait for Bucky to arrive in the Stalag and then for him to be transferred to their compound. Gale and Bucky aren't in a relationship yet, they're pining really hard but lots of things come between them, especially during the Stalag where Bucky has a Lot of Feelings about Gale and Benny and Brady being so close, on top of his general misery at being stuck in Sagan.

Gale and Benny and Brady do fall in a relationship (after a lot of talking because in Gale's logic, giving hj and bj is just friends behavior right?), Gale will get his world turned upside down multiple times and of course, John will reconcile with all of them, repair his relationships with all of them, fall in love with Brady and Benny too, and confess to Gale and they will have a Fantastic Foursome (and a fantastic polyamory relationship), leaving in their Farmhouse with Meatball 🥹

Buck will be hurt (a lot) but there will be a lot of comfort and protective boyfriends too, and he'll have the time of his life with a nice little bit of DP. Also he'll cry, but he'll feel really good, don't worry

I'm really excited about this WIP, and explore these characters and their different dynamics with each other 🥹❤️

And yeah, Gale's the Stalag princess in this, I don't make the rules

I just think Benny x Brady x Buck x Bucky is really neat. Me and Ginia have grown really attached 😩❤️

If you have any questions about this I'd love to talk about it 🫶🏻