#possessive is not sexy take a cold bath

[vamprisms]

booktok girlies will make videos about hot guys from their spicy stories and when you look he is essentially commander fred

[0bticeo]

lurk | feyd rautha

part 3 of five. (part 1.) (part 2.) (part 4.)

summary:

the baron is chuckling. you feel it coming, the sense of doom, in the way the court holds its breath, in the flash of uncertainty in the na-baron’s eyes.

“i have another gift for you.”

“her.”

you.

wc: 4k.

tw: blood, gore, possessive feyd rautha, bene gesserit shenanigans, determinism but make it sexy, bit of knife play, blood play, wound fucking, fingering, oral (fem recieving), somewhat sub feyd, breeding, inkpie, brief mention of cockwarming.

you’re kneeling. or rather, two guards are forcing you down on your knees, fingers digging in the meat of your shoulder until they reach the bone. you hold back a wince. 

you fail. 

your breath is heavy, stuttering little gasps leaving your lips with droplets of blood. your left side is on fire, each inhale pure, agonizing torture. use the voice and they’ll kill you.

you’re kneeling before baron vladimir harkonnen in his personal chambers, in a tattered robe. it’s filthy, the way he looks at you like you’re prized meat.

you bare your teeth.

“such defiance, atreides.” from the murky depths of his bath, he tilts his head. volutes of smoke escape his parted lips, slithering towards you. “tell me, why should i let you live?”

careful. 

plans within plans within plans. you can’t let your feeble control over the situation escape you. inhale. choke on your scream - like hell you’ll show him your pain.

“if i weren’t useful to your plans, i would be dead.”

an image flashes in your mind’s eye. a spider woven out of human flesh, the mangled bodies of harkonnen prisoners frankensteined together. barely alive. an eternity of torment.

the baron laughs, a deep, cavernous rumbling. it fills the penumbra, fills you with dread. your shoulders tense - nervous impulse. you’re not in control.

“fair enough.” he inches forward, the gigantic mass of him rippling through filthy waters. “where is your brother?”

pain. it ripples through you, sinks its claws in your chest and freezes there, a sinking weight. you can’t breathe. you push through.

“he’s already given his last breath to the sands of arrakis.”

“how would you know?”

“dreams.”

the answer escapes your gritted teeth with frightening rapidity. good. let him think pain clouds your judgment. let him see you as weaker than you really are. 

one of the guards tightens his hold, forces you to stand straight. blood drips down your lip. you will not scream.

“dreams?”

the subtle narrowing of his eyes. a quirk of his lip. disbelief. intrigue.

“i’ve followed my mother’s footsteps.” 

“ah, lady jessica.” 

keep her name out of your mouth. 

he leans back in the bathtub. silence settles. stretches. stretches. he’s pensive, the baron. his lips wrap at the end of the pipe, mouth like a maw swallowing it, releasing acrid smoke that burns you. spice.

(visions. shai hulud deemed your brother worthy. on they go. march south or die. maybe the sands haven’t consumed him yet.) 

nervous exhaustion settles in. they haven’t treated your wounds. it takes every ounce of energy to remain conscious, every inch of pride to will your muscles to stop trembling. your vision blurs at the edges.

“i’ll ask again, atreides. why should i let you live?”

bastard. you’re on your last legs. he has you cornered. 

“because you’d have to kill your heir if you don’t.”

now that catches his attention.

“go on.”

careful. there’s a thin line between usefulness and danger. do not step on the wrong side.

“he’s recognized me in the arena."

the ghost of his touch against the wicked scar of your forearm. the flash of a grin, black teeth like a promise inked at the back of your skull.

you fought well, atreides.

behind your back, your nails dig into your palms. 

“he’ll ruin you.”

“is that so?”

skepticism. amusement.

“do you think it wise to try and find out, baron?”

silence. fate looms over you. spins its web in the calculated gaze of the baron, gaze like cold steel cutting through you. 

your life is in his hands and he relishes in it. in having you, half bare before him, chest heaving with each stuttering breath, red darkening the black of your dress.

you watch him lick his lips and shiver with disgust.

“do you think it wise to threaten me when i have wiped your house from the surface of the known galaxy?”

oh, right on a silver platter.

your mouth drips shadows as you bare your teeth in a grin.

“only because you were backed up by the imperium and its sardaukar.” you cough. blood drips on the ground. “you were a pawn, and that scum of an emperor could deem you a threat, too.”

a beat.

he’s smiling.

“you’ll be of use, atreides.” 

a wave of his hand.

the guards move. drag you up until you’re standing on faltering legs. defiant, still. breath ragged, panting, blood pooling at your feet. you feel soiled, with the way the baron looks at you, eyes dragging down to your womb.

there’s a commotion behind you. you still. in your state, you’ve neglected to analyze your surroundings, only focusing on the biggest threat in the room. you didn’t take into account the harkonnen court behind you. atreides. the baron practically signed your death. 

shit.

your vision is darkening in the corners.

“i ought to drown you in that tub.”

feyd-rautha, voice a low growl borne out of primal fury. feyd-rautha, in dark robes, shadow among shadows. you catch the slow twitch of his pale hand, the instinctual gesture of nerves calling for a familiar blade. to kill or protect, you do not know.

the guards freeze. you’re left there, struggling to stand, sweat dripping down your back with the effort of staying upright. how utterly humiliating. 

“do not be hasty, my dear nephew.”

a ripple. the baron is chuckling. you feel it coming, the sense of doom, in the way the court holds its breath, in the flash of uncertainty in the na-baron’s eyes.

“i have another gift for you.”

“her.”

you. 

one step, two, until he’s facing you. 

he snarls at the guards. they let go of you. you collapse, only stopped from slamming upon the marble floors by two strong arms. 

he’s pulling you in his chest, arm wrapping around your waist. you shudder, nerves alight with the instinctual need to get away from this place, from the baron’s lecherous’ stare, from the court’s bloodlust. 

i must not fear. fear is the mind killer. fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face my fear-

you don’t realize you’ve been shaking until a hand settles at the back of your head. warm. comforting. rubbing small circles in your scalp until you relax, if only by a fraction. he won’t let them harm you - you know it, deep in your soul. 

“yes, her.” dismissive. “and a bigger one. arrakis.”

you feel it, the way the na-baron’s body tenses, the ripple of the hard planes of his chest under the soft silk of his clothes. anticipation. unease. you press your cheek to his heart, listen to the erratic pulse of it.

“what about rabban?”

“he has failed to protect the spice production.”

paul. your fingers clench in your palm, piercing the skin.  

“tame arrakis feyd. free the spice, and i’ll make you emperor.”

you still. he who controls the spice has ultimate power over the known galaxy. power is power. knowledge is power.

“how?”

“use me.”

they still. rapt attention falls upon you. your fingers dig into the na-baron’s forearm like a vice to remain upright.

“if the great houses were to learn that the emperor ordered an entire house to be wiped out, they would question his authority. rebel. wage war until one comes on top.” you swallow blood. “you’ll have me as a living witness and weapon.”

“a weapon, huh?”

feyd-rautha looks down at you. there’s something awfully calculating in the way he assesses you, in the way his fingers curl over your hip - possessive. protective.

the baron rises by a fraction, mephistopheles bargaining.

“will you side with us, atreides?” 

you let out a shaky breath. laughter. you’re laughing at him, at the absurdity of the situation - you, last of your house, striking a deal with the devil for revenge.

“i will. i only ask for one thing in return - the emperor’s head.”

the baron’s gaze is riveted to you. he nods. bargain sealed.

“this must not leave this room.”

feyd-rautha springs into action, blades drawn out of their sheaths before the baron finishes his sentence.

bodies fall. 

carnifex. the butcher. oh, he’s gorgeous, feyd-rautha, twin blades slicing through gaping throats, droplets of blood landing on his pale cheek. 

the baron immerses himself in that wretched bath, until it’s only you and the apex predator that is him.

you take a step forward. two. three. until you’re facing him, slowly raising your hand. the motion alone has you gasping for breath. still, you persist, until your fingers settle on his cheek, thumb wiping away at the gore sprayed there. 

he leans into your touch, eyes half-lidded, nuzzling in your palm. his own hand cradles yours, warm, smearing blood on your skin. his lips press against your palm, against the many half-moons your nails have left in their wake. 

“come, my little atreides,” he mutters. “you need medical attention.” 

his eyes sink into yours, magnetic, all consuming. they dart to your parted lips, to the blood coating them. he leans in, breath like fire upon your soul, upon your awaiting mouth. 

your breath stutters.

oh.

“catch me, feyd.”

you fall. 

.

.

.

fall until you stand in the desert of arrakis. paul has his back turned to you, silhouette burning bright in your retina. corpses. they’re burning, all of them, and with the stench of sun-charred flesh rises a litany. lisan al gaib. 

lead them to paradise.

you want to scream. you want to reach out for cruel fate and rip her asunder with your bare hands until that twisted future is no more.

you do not know whether your brother is the kwisatz haderach. you do not know if there is a kwisatz haderach, what’s with the missionaria protectiva’s wretched tale.

warmth seeps in your womb, the gentle press of a lover’s hand. you do not know if the child you’ll bear will be the one. 

desert sands slips from your fingers.

you just want your family back. 

**

feyd doesn’t expect it, the moment you collapse in his arms with a whispered plea. still, he catches you. slides his arms under the back of your knees and pulls you close, where he knows no harm would come to you.

who would possibly dare to cross him? 

warmth spreads across his hand. blood, he realizes. your wound, that vicious strike of his hasn’t been treated. fury washes over him, gaping maw sinking in his heart. it is vicious, too, that fury.

it tells him of blood and death and destruction. death to the baron. death and misery upon those who’ve wronged you - doesn’t matter if he has to face the sardaukar, for he is legion. 

the hallways are empty. servants have long deserted the baron’s quarters, knowing not to disturb him. good. no one must know of your presence here. 

he looks down at you, at your wan face, at the blood dripping down your chin, spreading, spreading down your throat. 

he cannot let you die. 

he cannot compromise himself more than he already has by threatening the doctors to kill them should you die in their hands. he leaves you in their care and strides back to his own chambers. they’ll notify him of your condition. 

you, last atreides left standing. you, with your sharp wit, sharp blade and sharper smile. you, feral, snarling at him in the arena. you, hands dipped in ink darker than black, spreading it over his back. 

he had felt your warmth, back then. felt the softness of your skin on his, shivered as you ran over his deltoids, down to the rib - lower. each and every one of his nerves, raw, exposed, yearning for your touch. 

there had been a beat, a split second of hesitation on your part. blood calls for blood, and his house has spilled so much of your blood. it would have been easy for you to take a hold of his blade and sink it in his exposed back. 

he almost wanted you to do it.

(he had tilted his head, back then, a low growl leaving his lips at the mere thought of it. he could almost taste it, your sheer want.)

he, na-baron feyd-rautha harkonnen, lets his guard down, as if waiting for you to strike. why is that? 

his steps do not lead him to a place of honor. too much blood has been spilled in this palace - a tribute to harkonnen nature, really. verses upon verses of hymns interwoven with gore and the acrid scent of enemies torn asunder by their blades. hellish epics to those who died bloody.

retribution is second nature - and he expects it from you.

then why is he so soft around you?

you’re still an atreides. your only worth to his uncle as of now resides in this precise fact - that you remain a witness to your house’s demise. a hidden blade, ready to be sunk in the emperor’s back. 

his steps slow. 

there’s something.

you, standing in the arena, raising your head, voice distorted and hoarse, thousands of your foremothers screaming in righteous fury.

you will not perceive me as i am.

he hadn’t, not until his fingers met the jagged ends of your scar. 

a bene gesserit trick.

“are you lost, my lord na-baron?”

a silhouette in the shadows, shrouded in veils. he can only make out a smile - sweet, charming. not enough to conceal the sharpness beneath. witch. 

he remains silent. 

“what will you do with lady atreides?”

his resolve weakens. here, in the dead silence of the hall, he speaks:

“she will be mine.” a beat. the nervous twitch of his fingers, aching for a blade. “is it not what you intended, witch?”

he knows she is smiling, the bene gesserit facing him. 

plans within plans within plans. atreides, harkonnen, corrino, dozens of great houses and they’re none the wiser.

“it was.”

**

none of it is real, it is all an illusion - your touch is wrong, your judgment unjust, faltering. dreams have meaning, this must be one. you can still taste the sands of arrakis, hear the screams of the billions of people starving, begging-

you rise in your bed - information flashes.

a bed. bandages wrapped tightly around your side. harsh, cold walls. antiseptic. blood - a medical wing. 

feyd rautha.

you startle. he’s watching you, head slightly tilted to the side. assesses you still, gaze raking over the thin fabric of the covers.

his gaze is free to roam the expanse of your bare throat, to trail down to the dips of your collarbones, to the swell of your naked breasts. you shiver.

“is the sight to your liking, my lord na-baron?”

a chuckle like a rattlesnake. he steps closer, until he’s all but hovering above you, hand lightly pressing down on the mattress below.

“will you have me, my wife?”

you blink.

“we’re not-”

his fingers run up your wrist, press against the long scar marring your forearm. 

“does it truly matter? you were made to be mine.” slowly, he sinks to his knees, glacier eyes smoldering in the penumbra. “and i was made to be yours.”

generations of prefect planning for this - you, last atreides left standing, and him, feyd rautha harkonnen, alone in the same room, bred for one another, for the kwisatz haderach to be conceived.

you raise your hand, cradling his cheek.

“have me, feyd-rautha.”

he presses a kiss to your palm, your inner wrist. he grins, black teeth like a gaping maw ready to sink into the marrow of you. your pulse jumps at that, rabbit-quick against the thin skin of your wrist. he feels it, with the way his thumb presses down on the delicate flesh. 

his hand slithers under the covers, drags them down, until your side is completely exposed. he presses a kiss there, too, on the stitched up wound at your side. it’ll scar. a living, breathing reminder of him, of the kiss of his blade on your skin. the weapon is in his hand before you know it, slicing through bandages.

you feel his breath before you feel the press of his lips on your side. you gasp, fingers reaching for him, digging in his nape.

his tongue meets raw flesh, teeth worrying at the stitches until they snap. his nail rakes the cut, spreads its edges apart until liquid warmth blossoms at your side, trickling down your ribs. 

you scream.

his lips slam against your own. warm. scorching. bruising. he presses himself to you like he wants to sink in the marrow of you and taste.

your hand raises to his chest, a meek press against his heart, fingers weaving with the velvet shadows of his jacket. 

closer.

he growls. low, primal, needy. pushes his fingers in the gaping wound at your side - white hot pain surges through you. your mind grows blank. agony never felt so sweet. 

your lips part in a cry - he swallows it down with greedy laughter. 

you feel him smile against your lips, tongue reaching out for yours. heavy. you bring him closer. his hand twists, index curling up. you think he wants to reach your heart and never let go.

“feyd-”

he stills. nips at your lip one last time, backing away. a spider-web string of saliva links you both. he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting you with a low hum. desire curls inside your lower belly.

“more,” you beg.

“where?”

you take his hand, bring it between your thighs, face heating up. he’s laughing, feyd rautha, the tip of his blood-soaked fingers brushing your cunt. 

you gasp at that, at the way he spreads you apart, sinks into you with shameless abandon. you whine as you feel his fingers curl oh so sweetly.

he’s watching you. leaning closer and closer, until you can feel his breath on your inner thigh, until- 

until his lips press against your heat, tongue lapping at you. you mewl, hand pressing him closer, nails sinking into his nape. you feel him growl against you, a low, needy sound as he tastes you, consumes you, tongue flicking against your clit.

something’s building in you, agonizingly warm, blistering fire spreading over your skin. a low vibration.

he’s purring, you realize, eyes closed in bliss as he laps at you, tongue delving into you, your essence running down his chin. you bite your lip until you taste blood. 

it’s all too much.

the way his fingers have you keening his name like holy prayer. the way his tongue burns a path of desire over your slit, skilled little licks having you thrash in his grip, the low vibration of his purr having you squirming in his grasp. his free hand tightens around your thigh, pulls you closer. 

his gaze flits to yours, glacier eyes melting under the weight of his desire. 

you cum with a whine of his name, a plea for him to stop, to give you more, to please please please, keep touching you. 

his eyes roll in the back of his skull at that. at the sight of you, lips parted in sinful euphoria, head thrown back under a tidal wave of pleasure. more. he needs more.

he grasps your hand, presses it against the length of his clothed cock, hard, throbbing, yearning for your touch.

“will you have me?”

“yes.”

as it was meant to be. him and you, bodies pressed so close nothing could come between the two of you, your nails digging in his back as he eases himself into you with a low hiss of pleasure.

him, pressing his lips in the crook of your neck, teeth nibbling at the tender flesh as his hips slowly rock into you.

“mine,” he growls, forehead against yours, picking up his pace until you’re gasping for breath. “mine.”

you close your fingers around his. press a kiss to his lips - you’re so full, so delectably full, your legs crossing over his lower back, driving him closer still.

his teeth break your skin, your lips painted over in blood. the sight has him moaning, reaching out between your legs to rub at your clit until you’re keening his name.

his release follows yours - he groans your name in the crook of your neck, hips stuttering madly against yours. 

your breaths mingle - two pieces of the same puzzle slotting against one another. complete. you’re whole, pressed against the broad expanse of his chest, his cock settled snugly in your pussy.

you can almost feel it, the satisfied smile of the reverend mother. an heir has been secured, deep in the confines of your womb, growing, second after second. a boy - the kwisatz haderach.

that wretched eons long plan doesn’t matter. not now, not when you run your knuckles against the sharp edge of his jaw, marveling at him.

“mine,” you mutter.

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[cosmicstarlatte]

Levi A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

⬅Back to Smut HC A-Z Masterlist ◇

18+ only, minors do not interact.

My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (9 out of 26)

⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.

A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

tags: punishment, humiliation Every once in a while you need to punish him, either he spent way too much on otaku merch or he's been missing classes too much, whatever. You'll usually sit on him & tease him as he tries to play on his PC. He knows what you're doing & he begs to feel you, please he'll 'do better' he says. Unfortunately for him his poor cock won't get that sweet relief exactly. he can beg & whine all he wants & rub desperately against you but he's still gonna have to cum in his pants.

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

It was clumsy & cute. The poor otaku was so nervous, he couldn't believe he could bag such a baddie. Someway somehow even with the nervousness he still felt calm with you, if that makes any sense. He was more worried about you than him & he just wanted to make you feel good. especially when he came rather quickly before the 1st round. Anyway, the nerd is packin' & those hands & tongue work skillfully. ...You definitely went a few good rounds into the night & left each other a mess before finally taking a sweet bath together. After, you guys cuddled under a warm blanket & watched a lighthearted anime. ♡

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

tags: Possessive, Love bites/Marking, Scenting Sweetie, he's the avatar of envy. When it's extreme, there's no hiding it, he gives in. That sweet shy nervous otaku? Gone. He's bringing & giving grand admiral energy, he's giving 'one of the powerful lords of hell.' Sure he could summon Lotan or use something else if he wants to, but all he really needs is to say "Go away" in a icy cold voice & glare that makes thousands of soldiers shiver. You almost feel sorry for any bastard that tries to make him jealous. Even after they leave though, he wants nothing more but to mark you with visible love bites & rub his scent all over you. He made it easily known to his brothers to not touch what's his.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

It happens frequently hehe. You tend to stay over a lot to watch a marathon or play games. Levi's libido is strong, he's always down to fuck in the morning, it brightens his spirit. Watching you take his cock & filling you up right before school is the perfect way to start the day. It's especially motivating when he knows you walk around the entire day with his cum between your legs, he cant wait to come home & fuck you again. (If he can wait that long)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

You know what I'm not gonna lie, I think he'd be just a tad disappointed at first. Of course he reminds himself a lot of porn is fake anyway & then he really tunes in to the small delicious sounds you do reveal. The faces you make. The little bits you let him hear are still so very fucking hot & sexy. He's the one making you sound like that either way~

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Ah...Levi is easy. He's not very good at hiding it. A flushed face and a small sheen of sweat to him. He gets a little extra irritable as well. The biggest sign is the tent in his pants when he's around you. Sorry, but he doesn't hide it very well, it's obvious when he looks like he's trying to hide something when he tries to cover up down there. (I wonder if he does it on purpose?)

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

Do you realize what you've done? The first time you sent him a video, he got instantly hard & couldnt stop cumming to that video. Unfortunately for him he kept getting hard any time he thought about it that week, it was embarrassing walking around with a constant erection. His first few videos in response were a little clumsy, but it turned you on. He was a loud moaner & he loved to whimper. Little whiney pants when he was getting close always did it for you. He made sure to take better video, especially audio when he learned you really loved his moans. ♡

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

tags: overstimulation The only thing on his mind is getting you off the entire night until you're crying & begging him to stop. Until you're drained. He knows it's about the two of you celebrating but...you're his life partner now! He's so grateful you chose him out of everyone. Please let him worship you tonight, lay back & let him handle it. He promises he's enjoying this as much as you are. Promise.

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

tags: double dicks, creepy!pervy!levi I'm not going to lie to y'all, Levi's a freak. (Okay we knew this) He watches all kinds of porn, both real & hentai. I'd say it's nearly an every day thing, it's hard taking care of two monster cocks & he needs to empty his balls. His favorite? POV hentai vids. Especially ones that look like you... Perhaps he has a few commissioned hentais where they look like the two of you...

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

NSFW Alphabet - Lionel Shabandar

Alright, buckle up. This is the dirtiest one yet. Time for some fun with Lionel "Sexy bastard" Shabandar.

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

Although he has a cold reputation, with you he’s actually very affectionate and caring. Your play can get quite kinky and he's very attentive to your aftercare. He'll run you a bath, make sure you eat and drink something, hold you as you fall asleep to make sure you feel safe and secure.

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

For him, he likes his legs. Years of horseback riding have given him quite strong, solid legs, which he's happy about. On you, he really likes your back and shoulders. The way you stand, the confident way you hold your shoulders and the line and curve of your spine really does something for him.

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

He's more the cum inside you kind, but he'll also come on your breasts or back if he's feeling particularly possessive.

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

He fantasises about having you on the desk in his office.

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

Handsome, successful, confident man like him? He's had plenty of experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggie style. And he likes being able to hold onto your hips and pull your hair a bit.

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

Foreplay can be playful, but when you get to actual sex he's much more intense.

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

He takes care of his personal grooming but isn't overly fussed.

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

He's not overly romantic in the mushy sense, but he has a way about him that makes you feel adored and special.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When you can't be with him, and he needs to take the edge off.

K = Kink

He's very much a dom. He loves taking control, edging or overstimulating you till you’re a wrung out mess. Some light pet play. You surprised him once by wearing cats ears and a cat tail plug and he basically devoured you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In bed, where he can really take his time. He also has a thing for taking you against the wall or on the floor of his private gallery. Also the back of his car.

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

Your confidence. Like when you go with him to an event, dressed so beautifully and standing proudly beside him, his lioness. He could watch you work the room all evening and then pull you into his arms the moment you get into the car.

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

He won't do anything that would permanently mark your skin. He's not about to damage his favourite artwork. Also, he's a good dom, so he won't cross your limits or make you uncomfortable. You have safe words, and he would never do anything to hurt or upset you or harm your trust.

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

He loves giving and receiving. Back to those dom tendencies. Having you on your knees between his thighs with his hand tangled in your hair. Likewise, eating you out is a perfect way to keep you on edge and make you beg.

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

It's a mix. A quickie will be rough and fast, but most times he'll start off slow until you're good and needy and begging to cum.

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

You both have your careers to attend to, sometimes you have to make the most of the time you have.

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

He's confident and experienced, so he knows what he likes. But he's willing to experiment if it's something you're interested in too.

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

He can go a couple of rounds a night. He usually likes to draw out the pleasure for both of you and it leaves you both tired and satiated.

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

He's got a far selection of toys and items. His favourites being a set of padded wrist and ankle cuffs, and a remote-control vibrator so he can tease you from a distance.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease and drive you crazy. One time, before going to a gala with him, he slid that vibrator inside you and kept the remote in his pocket, so he could keep you on edge all night. You held yourself together until you got home and begged him to let you come.

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

Pretty vocal. Moans, grunts, growls and curses.

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

For all his life is rich and extravagant, with you he finds even the simplest things attractive and appealing. Like the first time he spent the night at your place and in the morning, he saw you making coffee, wearing just your panties and his button up shirt. And he thought you were the most gorgeous, enticing being he'd ever seen, and you ended up making out on the kitchen counter.

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

His BDE is there for a reason. He's hung like a horse.

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

High. He wants you as often as he can have you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's awake for a while afterwards. He's got to take care of you first and make sure you're cared for properly. And after you've fallen asleep in his arms, he'll listen to your breathing and the feel of your heartbeat. It helps his mind clear before he starts to fall asleep himself.

[sashi-ya]

[𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬] 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

✦ answering to this question from Byakuya anon 🌸. ✦ tw: slightly nsfw. especially the last hc. mentions of sex. nudity. taking baths together and the things I ll never have if I keep dating real men. ✦ an: pls follow the link to listen to Byakuya's VA singning the song I mention in the hcs ♡. The manga panel used for the banner is slightly altered, he isn't smiling in the original one. (sorry Kubo, I needed to) ✦ wc: 664

➜ Taking baths together. Not always they end on sex, specially when both have to attend the Gotei’s matters. But, Byakuya is so meticulous and delicate, he will take the time to treat you like the noble you are. Both will wash your hairs. His soft hands applying essential oils, both deserve -and enjoy the best-. Speaking of baths, Byakuya doesn’t seem to understand how naturally handsome and sensual he is; whenever he takes shower alone you are absolutely allowed to sit outside to chat about the day -to chat and drool at him acting so nonchalantly, letting the sunrays of a new day filter and kiss his pale skin…

➜ Trips to most exclusive destinations in the world of the living. Would you like to put on your Gigai and go relax at the beaches of Bali? Sure. Would you like to visit Paris? Of course, as long as you don’t make him eat from a boulangerie, he would be ok with it. Venice, for the carnival you say? let's go. By the way, Venice seems to be one of his favourite places; and yours too. During one of those nights, while staying at the Gritti Palace Hotel, with white sheets tumbled and the big window showing you the great canal, Byakuya would start singing “Bella Notte” while you dance… maybe naked, or maybe already dressed for a romantic dinner at the terrace.

➜ Looking at each other with prying eyes during social events/Gotei’s meetings. Dark blue sky eyes, sharp look scanning you, calling you to look at him. He is the type of man that will kill for you, that possess you but never cuts your freedom. Instead, he wins your exclusivity with a pleading stare that can melt your heart; Yes, that cold sight everybody always mention, with you is warm, is fire and love. You feel his attention need, your eyes search for his. A subtle smirk is enough to make Byakuya swallow and softly stretch his neck muscles. You may think he is trying to look more severe than normal, with more superiority, but he isn’t… he is just trying to process the way your sexy look makes his body feel. (You really believe nobody realizes, but everybody does, and they are all happy. Kuchiki Taicho needed you…) .

➜ Cooking Wakame Taiishii cookies together. He has a special cutter with the form of Wakame ambassador (and one of Chappy, whenever Rukia is around). You might know exactly how to make the dough, but, do you want him to stop telling you? Of course not. “Byakuya, love… come help me”. “Uhum” he would hum, coming from behind, stretching his arms, and placing his chin on your shoulder. “See? You should roll out the dough this… way”. The subtle weight of his body on yours, and your back arching just enough for your glutes to graze his crotch often ends up with burn cookies...

➜ Training, fighting. Nothing is sweeter, sexier, and more sensual than you and him sweating under the sun, wielding your Zanpakutos, crossing the edges of such powerful swords. A competition that leads both into being stronger, releasing the pressure of the day, putting your bodies at max… to end up tired, so tired after.

➜ And, as tired as you end up from training, both will cuddle in bed after. And I believe that, Byakuya is into a softer version of sleep play. He loves, adores, to delicately press his body against yours, to kiss your shoulder or for you to do it. Mumbling sleepy loving words with lips lingering, sloppy eyelids, the scent of your bodies lulling you to dream with paradise. And, if your bodies still respond… making love with no crazy positions, going slow, from the side, playing with your hair or you tracing little circles with your fingertip on his back. Fall asleep still inside you with a whispery “I love you”

[grubus]

For the wip ask game, bridezilla sj vs. emotions?

oooh!! THIS IS A FUN ONE (to me)

it is.... YQY/SQQ/MF.

Yeah that's right.

So basically! MF does something that shows just how loyal he is to SQQ, and SQQ proceeds to be Normal About That (loyal? TO HIM?? LIKE TRUE LOYALTY? impossible) and yeets MF off onto some mission. This mission in turn has YQY on it, and YQY of course simply MUST ensure that SJ's head disciple gets the best care... that nothing happens to him...

anyway they both get sex pollened and MF loses his virginity to YQY.

SQQ finds out and proceeds to be normal about this. So Normal. Somehow he bullies YQY and MF into getting engaged because HOW ELSE WILL MF GET MARRIED NOW, DEAR SECT LEADER. You deflowered him!!! Take responsibility!

except SQQ is a control freak who doesn't know his own emotions. And he is possessive. So he takes full control of the wedding planning even as he slut shames both of them/gives both a shovel talk/is a general menace to society, himself and YQY and MF both. There's sexy sexy scenes where no penetration happens because SQQ is Weird but also Intense and he needs to Inspect Them to make sure no more FOOLING AROUND has happened before the wedding.

(YQY is very into this. MF is too, but he is so flustered and horrified that he forgets to be horny half the time)

This all eventually ends up with SQQ literally there on their wedding night, bossing them both around and telling them EXACTLY what to do. And so they become a throuple, where YQY and MF are officially married but they all know SQQ is the one holding the reigns in the relationship.

Anyway this is far off before it gets written, but here's a peek anyway! It's right after SQQ finds out what happened on the mission he sent MF off on.

~

“Undress.”

Ming Fan reaches for his belt, only for his mind to catch up with the words. He freezes like that, fingertips just barely touching his belt, hair still wet from the bath he had taken before Shizun had ordered him to the bamboo house. It’s not dripping, but it is cold against his skin, only loosely tied back in his hurry to obey. 

“... Shizun?” he dares to ask, and Shen Qingqiu’s eyes narrow.

“Is disciple Ming in the habit of disobeying orders now?” Shen Qingqiu says.

Ming Fan’s cheeks flush a ruddy red, and he shakes his head.

“No! No, this one would never show such disrespect to Shizun–” 

“Then undress.”

Ming Fan stares at Shen Qingqiu.

They are alone in the bamboo house; outside, there is the faint sound of windchimes as the evening wind sweeps through Qing Jing Peak. It is just dark enough outside that Shen Qingqiu has lit the lanterns within the house, the warm glow a comforting sight from afar. Ming Fan often likes to admire them during his evening rounds. 

It’s been a long day. Two long days, though he doesn’t want to think about the previous day, or the journey all the way back to the sect. He is tired and sore, and he wants to pretend it is only from having flown for too long. 

For the first time, Ming Fan considers disobeying Shizun.

The mere thought is horrible enough that it pushes him into action. He ducks his head as he unties the belt. Shen Qingqiu sharply points towards the nearest dresser, and Ming Fan puts it there with trembling hands. It is quiet as Ming Fan removes his outer robe, then the next, each layer removed leaving him more bare.

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Who you belong to

Summary: You plan a date night with Wolffe going to a concert for a band you both love. You decided to have some fun and choose a sexy, tempting outfit for your Commander. Turns out the lead singer had his eyes on you and Wolffe needs to remind you who you belong to.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW,18+ (minors pls don't read), biker!Wolffe, sorta possessive Wolffe, jealousy, fingering, kinda public sex, grinding, language, growling, biting, kinda dom!Wolffe, blowjob, Wolffe being Wolffe, soft Wolffe, feelings, mention of a real life band and band member, a few easter eggs as characters, mention of readers looks, a bit long  (I hope I haven't left out anything.)

A/N: This is a gift for my lovely dear also super talented writer (check out her fics!)  friend Gabi! 💖@cloneloverrrrr

I know you love Wolffe and this band so this is especially for you to enjoy! I wrote this in vacay so pls forgive me if I mistyped something. Also this is my first fics post for a very long time so pls be kind. And this is my first ever smuty, spicy fics so Im super excited but also anxious about it. I really hope you'll like it. (I like criticism, but only if you guys are kind and not rude.) And forgive me if something is not correct with the grammar because english is not my first language. There is gonna be a part 2. (smutty!) coming in this week. 

Moodboard made by me in Canva and pictures from Pinterest.

Pls enjoy! 

Satisfied, you looked at yourself in front of the three-part standing mirror. Today promised to be a particularly good day. You finished your job early, so you had time for a pleasant bubble bath and some pampering rituals, which only boosted your confidence even more. Somehow your feminine energies were at a high level today. Several of your customers asked what serum you use, telling you that your skin is almost glowing, and even your hair is shining brighter. Maybe it's the position of the stars, maybe it's the full moon, or even more so, the fact that you happen to be on a date with the hottest Commander of the GAR, Wolffe. Your Wolffe.

Hound introduced you to each other when little tooka kittens moved into the air vent of Fox's office. You were the only applicant who was willing to take in the black and orange colored kittens. Fox and Wolffe were having a few words over a cup of caf when you and Hound arrived at the office. As soon as Wolffe saw you, he knew it was over for him. He fell into you hard, deep and inexorably. He immediately introduced himself, and although you were a bit surprised at first by the approach of the grumpy intimidating clone, you noticed over a little time, the softening of his dark and serious gaze as he looked at you with his silver and whiskey colored eyes. 

You were the only woman who found a crack in his hard, cold armor and moved straight into his heart.

It's been half a year already that you are officially a couple. As far as the strict rules allow. (You had Master Plo's blessing, and that was all that mattered to you. Rules are meant to be broken, anyway.) 

Wolffe has to go on another mission tomorrow, but tonight is all yours. So you certainly had some great plans.

A couple of scented candles in your apartment that made the air smell of pumpkin and cinnamon in honor of the coming autumn. Several outfits have been prepared for your black gothic styled bed and on the soft velvety blankets. The black kitten was sleeping curled up on the cushion of your reading chair. While you swept the orange one off the bed yourself. The little mischievous one really wanted to play with the shoulder strap of the small bag you chose to go with one of the dresses.

Your nails matched your lipstick, which was exactly the same dark rich burgundy as the spicy sweet wine you were sipping while getting ready, and it matched the  love bite marks that Wolffe gave you on your last evenings together. Little gifts, or you can say reminders of who you belong to, and how much he craves you. You loved them, even though they started to fade away a little.

"So it's a good excuse to get some more" you thought cheekily. 

You looked at the outfits, you weren't sure which one to wear, but you were sure of two things you definitely gonna wear. Your new long black vinyl jacket with matching boots and your new black lacy underwear set . The make-up was done, your hair smelled of your favorite shampoo and fell softly in raven black locks on your back, you had already put on your underwear and boots, both of which were surprisingly comfortable. You also talked to two girlfriends on comm.

All three of you lived far from each other, in different rims but you still made time for a little chat several times a week.

You met on a platform where several blogs ran stuff about clones (how little rights they have, how can their situation be helped, what is like dating in such straight circumstances.) and you've been good friends ever since.

One of them used their connections and gifted you two tickets to the concert of your favorite band. You and Wolffe were both fans of Bad Omens, so you couldn't wait for tonight to start. You just asked their advice on what to wear.

"Whatever you choose, knowing the Commander, you won’t be wearing it for long." teased one of them. 

Starting with this, an idea occurred to you!

Risky and bold, but it can turn out well...

You knew that Wolffe would arrive soon, so you said goodbye to your girlfriends and sipped the remaining wine from your glass, making up your mind confidently. You threw your clothes on the floor and only put on your coat. It was perfect: the size, the material, plus it covered enough to not get into an awkward position, as it was long enough. You sprayed a little perfume on yourself, which made you know that Wolffe would only go crazy for you. 

Wolffe had a bike, but not just any speeder bike. It was a big, solid, black, shiny, sport bike. He worked hard for it and put aside all the credit so it could be his. It was his treasure that was guarded with fear until he got to know you. After all, you took the first place in his heart. Anyhow he took great care of her and often maintained her, giving her the name Selene, which is basically the moon goddess in mythology. Until he knew you, she was the only one he cared about, and yes, he even howled sometimes when he drove with her on the capital roads.

He stored it in the small garage belonging to your apartment, which you allowed him to do and for which he showed his gratitude so many times in the form of kisses.

Right now, leaning on the motorcycle, you watch as the person of your desires and love approaches you.

Instead of his usual GAR gear, he wore black pants, boots, and a leather jacket. Smelling like a divine god, woody musk mixed with leather, amber and a hint of bergamot. An elixir that made you crave him more and more every time. 

"Hey handsome. Care for a ride?" you teased him. 

"With a woman like you? Always mesh'la. I will even go to hell with you, it will be heaven for me as long as you are mine and I can kiss you on those lush lips of yours."

You shuddered when you saw his eyes darken, and his seductive tone only made you more aroused. You loved everything about his voice, its depth, the accent, the way he whispered those sinfully sexy words into your ear every night when you were together in his own language.

He wrapped his two strong arms around your waist and kissed you passionately. You haven't seen him in a week, so the kiss quickly turned into tongue and teeth kinda kiss. With this kind of kiss, the world ceases to exist, it's just you and the butterflies in your stomach are about to burst out of excitement and there is only him. His honey-like taste in your tongue, his scent in the air your lungs breathe in, his grip in your body that makes you crazy and his love for you that makes you so utterly obsessed with him. 

You just stayed like that for a while, not paying attention to the outside world, lovingly kissing freely like young lovers. When you separated, both of you were gasping for air and your foreheads touched.

"Miss me that much Commander?" you asked

“So. Very. Kriffing. Much.” 

After every word, he planted a kiss on your lips, emphasizing his truth.

You both put on your helmets and biker gloves headed towards one of the downtown nightclubs on the lower level.

Wolffe drove fast, took the corners confidently, but with certainty. You loved riding a motorcycle with him, the excitement, the feeling of freedom, the fact that your body was almost completely smoothed over his. Wolffe promised that he would teach you to ride a motorcycle after the war, but you knew that together with him you liked riding much more. On the way, the pack members appeared on both sides, Sinker and Comet saluted and waved, and Boost boosted past you at full speed balancing on a rear wheel, all of them howling. You laughed as Wolffe shifted into higher gear more enthusiastically. You thanked the Maker for the hair foam that, when you apply it to your hair and drive at such a high speed, the air creates wonderful tangle-free volume in your hair.

With the tickets, they let you in out of line and you were already inside. Smoke machines and flashing red lights made the concert halls vibe. Upbeat music played that became one with your heartbeat. You chase out several acquaintances in the crowd, to whom you waved enthusiastically. You saw members of the Corrie guard, some troopers from the 501th and the 212th battalions. 

“You look amazing my dear. Absolutely stunning!”

When you heard the familiar chuckle, you turned to Gregor with a big smile as he winked at you from the center of a lady's wreath. He greeted you with two kisses on the cheek, which caused most of the ladies gathered around him to frown glumly with their colorful lips. But you didn't care, you and Gregor were good friends before you got together with Wolffe.

"I see you are not bored. You have quite an amount of pretty ladies as company."

"Well, somehow I have to make up for the time I was gone. And they can't resist the famous 'Gregor charm'." 

When he did his iconic hair straightening motion one girl almost passed out, you just rolled your eyes laughing. Gregor took a good look at you and knew right away.

"Naughty girl! You're gonna kill this poor bastard with your sexiness. Has he noticed it yet?"

"Not yet."

"Good. Play your cards smart dear. And don't sit on cold benches!"

He planted another kiss on your cheek and returned to his ladies. Such a ladies man.

There was a kind of unspoken agreement between you two, when Wolffe was around Gregor would try to flirt with you. This made Wolffe a little jealous and left delicious bruises on your soft skin to your delight while fucking you to heaven. And Gregor's current lady was also jealous and gave the Captain what he wanted much sooner. A win-win situation.

Wolffe put his arms around you. You enjoyed the concert together. You sang the lyrics with the band, you danced as much as the crowd allowed. The music and the atmosphere permeated you completely. You were upbeat and happy, a gorgeous smile was on your face and sparkle in your eyes.

Wolffe looked at you and couldn't get enough of you. He adored you. He was kind of obsessed. Your beautiful appearance, which seems to have been made for him. Your raven and shiny silky hair, your pretty face, your soft and divine body. Your kind heart, which holds so much love. The care that you put in your friendships. The nurture care you showed for the adopted kittens. As you shower his newly acquired war scars with kisses. Your passion for your work. 

He didn't believe in his wildest dreams that he would ever be able to feel this way about someone. 

As he observed you lovingly, he noticed a small blush appear on your cheeks. Then he noticed how the band's lead singer looked at you. Noah kriffing Sebastian was ogling you like you were a delicious dessert to him. Wolffe knew he was your celebrity crush since you were young. Wolffe was no longer paying attention to the music, but to the way the singer almost sang to you, and that he even winked at you. This clearly had an effect on him, because the Commander decided it was time to act. There were two options. He rips out the musician's heart with his bare hands in front of you, or reminds you who you belong to.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't win much with the first move, as he would be arrested and convicted, which would be a lot of paperwork for Fox, leaving option number 2. He took your upper arm and gently but firmly led you out of the crowd and into one of the deserted corridors.

He pinned you to the wall, the cold metal cooling your back. He covers your mouth with his, hot and heavy.

"Wolffe! What's gotten into you?" you asked.

He didn't answer, he just studied your face in silence, the neon lights in the reflection of his cybernetic eyes only made him even more dangerously handsome. The shadows on his face highlighted his strong nose, high cheekbones and attractive lips.

"I decided it's time for a little reminder for you mesh'la. I see you're enjoying the concert too much."

"Yes it's amazing! Aren't you enjoying it?"

"Not really when that bastard singer have eyes on something he shouldn't. I see how he basically eyefucked you. Do you want it mesh'la? Want to fuck him? Don't even get me started on Gregor."

"No. I'm only yours, you know that."

You cupped his face and looked into his eyes, soon you realized regardless, you still get a little reminder how to behave. You smiled at him.

"Good. Now be a good girl, and open up." he commanded.

You obeyed, opened your mouth and looked up at him seductively through your eyelashes.

"Make them wet."

You sucked them in and you gently started to caress his fingers with your tongue and enjoyed the effect you caused him. His eyes are fixed on you, lustful and dark, he swallows, then takes them away from your lips and straight towards your hot, longing center.

That's when he discovers that you're not wearing pants or a skirt. You see the surprise slide across his face and then turn into a satisfied smile. He relaxes his free hand on the belt of the jacket as he unbuttons it, then discovers that you are only wearing your underwear under the jacket, and the thigh high boots. He almost growled with desire.

"Such a dirty girl. You're gonna be the end of me."

He basically groweld in your ears. While he pulled your panties to the side out of his kriffing way and started gently stroking your folds and found that sensitive spongy spot as he slid two fingers into you. You were already wet all evening from the excitement of your choice of clothing and the feelings of his closeness.

His fingers moved rhythmically inside you as he massaged your clit in circular motions with his thumb. You moaned loudly with lust.

"Funny Gregor said that too." you let out a chuckle.

Wolffe suddenly stopped with his motions, eliciting a moan of complaint from you at the lack of his fingers. He grabbed your chin with his fingers wet from your juices, squeezing it a little.

His veins on his neck straining from how hard he's clenching his jaws, the wild nearly homicidal look in those amber colored and silver dark eyes, you began to understand how he came about his name. It aroused you to no end.

"I'm only going to ask this once, and you better have a good answer for me, mesh'la. Who does this pussy belong to? Who do you belong to?"

Maker, you were a whimpering mess, you wanted him so bad to take you right here right now while the concert still plays in the background and with the excitement that anyone could caught you in this position.

"You. Only you Commander." you said

"Will you think about other men when I'm pleasing you?" he asked in a gentle tone but from his eyes you saw how serious he was.

" Never. I'm only yours."

"Wouldn't you like anyone else to touch you like this? Hmm?"

He asked slowly oh so slowly circling your clit with his free hand, the other kept you still by the jaw.

"Are you wishing it was someone elses fingers inside of you? Noah Sebastian maybe? Or Captain Gregor? Do you think they make a better job at knowing you? Loving you like I do?"

His voice was low warm toned, it sent shivers down your spine.

He slipped to fingers in your tight aching cunt. You whined in pleasure wanting more, but he was torturing you with his sweet slow motions. Maker you wanted more.

"No there is only you. Only you my Commander. Oh, Wolffe, give me more! I need to come so bad. I don't want anyone else but you. No rockstar."

"What about the Captain you want him?"

"No, I don't wish for Gregor. Only you my love."

"Good. Don't ever say his name while I'm inside you. Understand that pretty girl?"

You loved it when he spoke to you in his commanding tone.

"Yes."

"Yes, What?" He leaned in closer to you, your lips almost touched.

"Yes, Commander." you said and he let out a satisfied grumble which made your pussy twitch in answer.

Oh, how he loved hearing that rank roll off your lips. Just the thought of it made him rock hard. Just as much as you loved to hear his growls and moans.

You palmed his turgid length through his pants and earned some more pleasant noises from Wolffe.

His fingers begin to swirl on your sensitive bud, you open your legs wider to allow him better access, and let out a small gasp when he gently nibbles your ear. He can feel how wet you get by his movements. His fingers curl in you the way he knows it makes your knees weak you can't help it but to grind into his palm. He starts to explore your neck and jaw gently kissing biting and sucking delicious lovebites on your pale skin.  You can feel you're close to your climax as he moved his hand in you and rubbed on your clit, when he felt your inner muscles clench around him he let out a satisfied growl in your ear, when you decided to lean closer to him and lick a long stripe over his pulse.

"Fuck...Wolffe...I'm close.." you moaned.

"Then cum for me mesh'la, give it to me sweet thing..."

Your climax hit you hard and you felt so wonderfully helpless as the room spun and you saw stars, you heard the music from the still running concert show.

He still had his hand in you still hit that oh so sweet spongy spot to help you ride out your orgasm. Wolffe loved to make you cum. Feeling you fall apart in his arms seeing how beautiful you were and how vulnerable in those moments it turned him on like nothing else.

"Shhh you such a good girl." he shooted you and kissed your forehead. "But you have to earn another one. Is it okay for you sweet thing?"

"Yes. Please. Please I need to taste you Commander."

You knelt down, running your fingers gracefully along his thick muscled legs up towards the zipper. When your hand was on his hardness, you looked up seductively.

"May I Commander suck on your cock sir? "

"Yes you fucking may. I like it when you know how to behave. Good girls get a reward."

Some concern appeared on your face when you saw his huge cock bounce out from his pants. He was perfect and you became more aroused when you see the effect you made on him. You rubbed your red plum lips gently to the tip to smear his salty pre cum then you slid it fully into your mouth ever so slowly and Wolffe let out a sexy hoarse voiced moan. You welcomed him with wet hotness and a tight throat as you moved up and down on his shaft. You tried to take him further, still only getting half way.

Your mouth felt a little dry, since you had been singing and shouting at the concert so far. Wolffe caressed your face lovingly, then turned up your face by the jaw:

"I got you. Open up, pretty girl, let me help you."

You obeyed, you opened your mouth with your eyes closed and felt him kiss you passionately and spit in your mouth.

You couldn't take it, you reached down with your hand and played with yourself until you were now completely wet and hot and could let him into your mouth and suck on him rhythmically up and down. His head fell back in pleasure.

"Just like that...so kriffing good...so good with that pretty mouth of yours."

You gently wrung guttural moans from him. Holding his gaze was hard but something in his gaze just kept you there. You couldn't look away from him.

He had that lustful loving look on you full of feral and hunger for you. Only you can get this reaction out of him. Only you hold this power over him, that makes him rock hard and wild for you.

You enjoyed and valued this power, this connection you two had. Force bond? Fuck that! You two were so perfect, so meant to be. Fucking soulmates.

You might have closed your eyes for these sweet thoughts because you heard his command.

"Don't you dare look away from me mesh'la."

He was satisfied with your quick response because he gently grabbed your hair and with one hand he guided you on his cock.

"That's it, keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I fuck that pretty mouth. "

He couldn't have looked away if he tried to. The way his cock disappeared in and out from your mouth, as your talented tongue worked on him it almost made him lose his mind. If he was gonna die this is the way he wants to leave this life, with you, inside you. Loving you.

"Ah sweetheart I'm close... Will you be good and swallow? You can say the safe word if you want to stop."

You worked on him with more passion and gripped his hips as an answer.

You knew exactly what made him feel heavens, what movements he needed to tip over the edge and cum.

Your pace quickened and your tongue too, his grip tightened in your hair and his moans were louder.

You didn't care about the world around you, what mattered is the two of you, to bring pleasure to each other. And luckily he  chose a well hidden corridor. So you weren't disturbed.

He came hard, his head fell back, eyes closed growling like a real wolf. His salty warm cum came down your throat as you swallowed all of it. He looked down on you with lovesick eyes.

You looked so lovely, your mascara a bit smeared from your tears, your mouth is red glistening with his cum, your hair is messy and your eyes full of emotions.

He helped you up, kept you close to him, kissed you with love and passion.

"I'm so crazy for you mesh'la."

He whispered to your locks when he gave you a forehead kiss. You hugged him tight, intoxicated with his warmness and his cologne.

"Should I help you with something?"

"I just go for a quick touch up in the bathroom." you said.

You went into another corridor with still wobbly legs and acknowledged that there was no line in frotnt of the bathrooms so the show must be still going on.

You only saw a pretty lilac twilek girl press Gregor to the wall kissing him furiously. When he saw you he held his fist out and you fist bumped it while going in the ladies room.

You cleaned yourself up, put on another coat of lipstick, wiped away the smeared mascara and noticed all the lovely bruises your Commander gave you. Your neck was full of maroon colored lovebites, they were very noticable and very sexy on your skin. Wolffe guaranteed everyone saw he marked his territory.

When you went back he was waiting for you, and when you entered the crowd again he whispered to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Don't worry mesh'la the night isn't over yet. I have some plans for you after the concert. When I'm done with you my love, you won't even remember your own name."

...

Part 2. is coming soon!

[thereaderinsertlady]

a request is for the 'Quest-Tober 'event! can I get a Gaster (undertale) x Male reader NSFW? (Fluff is fine too!) no specific prompt apart from Gaster using his ability to summon multiple hands

Ended up going with a NSFW/Fluff mix :3. Also, I wrote this with male anatomy in mind, buuut ended up making it to where the reader can be any gender lmao. Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

W.D. Gaster x Reader - Maybe. Maybe Not. (Semi-NSFW)

There has been so much sexual tension between you and the lead scientist of Monster’s Discoveries– or, the company that’s known as MD for short. It was a very… on the nose name, but that’s what happens when the King of Monsters starts naming things. 

Monsters have been above ground for nearly twenty years, though the lead scientist only showed up on year ten, only making him more mysterious and sexy. Why didn’t he come out with the rest of the monsters? What made him different?

Rumors circulated about the scientist being a confidant of the King, entrusted with secrets and knowledge that set him apart from the other monsters. Some even speculated that he possessed a special ability or insight that made him distinct within the monster community… but that was just from what you’ve heard. You weren’t sure if any of that was true.

You rubbed at your eyes with a sigh, the coffee pot making a bubbly noise as the water boiled. It was a bit late at night in the break room… well, a bit late was an understatement. It was about an hour before the sun would come up again.

The break room was bathed in a soft, fluorescent glow, casting long shadows on the worn linoleum floor. The hum of the electronics in the building provided a soothing backdrop to your thoughts… though, there was a distinct lack of cameras in the breakroom. Last week, you had your sandwich stolen, but alas, nobody from the security department could figure it out.

After a while, you went over and settled into one of the plastic chairs, staring at the floor. The tension between you and the lead scientist had been palpable since the day he arrived. His presence seemed to loom over every interaction, leaving you with a sense of anticipation… though, nothing seemed to come out of any of the conversations, leaving you wanting.

As you sat in the break room, lost in your own mind, the door creaked open, causing you to startle. In walked a figure, tall and imposing, with an air of calculated confidence. It was none other than the lead scientist himself, W.D. Gaster.

He had an aura of enigma about him, his features sharp and his gaze piercing. His attire was always immaculate, a stark contrast to the dreary surroundings of the break room. Gaster's presence seemed to command attention, and the room seemed to grow even quieter as he entered.

"Good morning," he greeted, his voice low and measured, though there was an underlying intensity to it. He moved with a deliberate grace, heading towards the medium sized fridge in the corner of the room.

“Um.” You cleared your throat before politely responding. “Good morning Doctor Gaster. Busy night?”

Even though shifts almost always end at five thirty pm, you, him, and a few others usually spend the night getting things done. Overtime pays well, so it was hard not to spend the night.

“Busy as always.”

For a moment, there was a palpable tension in the air, as if the room itself held its breath in Gaster's presence. It was clear that he was aware of the effect he had on those around him.

“Neeeeed… any help with anything?” You asked, trying not to stare at his bony ass. It was a little hard to– with his lab coat and everything, but you still couldn’t help but look intensely irregardless.

“Do you think I need assistance?” To others his words might’ve seemed cold, but you knew he was fucking with you. “Do you think of me as some incompetent soul?”

“Maybe.” You smirked. “Maybe I do, just a little bit.”

Gaster's response was a low chuckle that seemed to reverberate through the room, taking out a tupperware before shutting the fridge. He went over to the microwave– a poor, beaten up appliance– before putting it in and setting it to run for a few minutes.

He went over and sat in the chair next to you, releasing a deep groan that made you want to immediately suck whatever body part he had between his legs.

You cleared your throat. "How are things going with the latest project?"

"It's been tiresome," he murmured, before proceeding to go into a lengthy explanation about what he has been doing for the past few months. Something about dimension hopping? It wasn't something you were working on, so it was a bit hard to follow– especially when he went into the math part of all of it.

The coffee pot shut off, letting you know that it was done. 

Though before you could get up, Gaster flicked his wrist, summoning up an extra set of hands and pouring a mug before setting the cup in front of you.

You gave him a thankful smile, taking a long sip. Your tastebuds were so melted and disintegrated from years of abuse, that it was easy to ignore the bitter taste of straight black coffee.

"Well, that sounds complicated." You were going to say more, but the microwave beeped.

He sighed, not getting up quite yet. He used the same set of extra hands, opening up the microwave and letting the steam out.

"Are you going to eat in here?" You asked.

"I… should return to my work," he said simply.

"Should," you repeated, slightly leaning back in your chair whilst spreading your legs.

…Gaster didn't move from his chair.

You offered a smile, trying to ignore how aroused you were. Was this going to be it? Were you finally going to have sex with him? There's no cameras in the break room. It would be so easy to have sex with him.

"...I really should," he sighed, shifting in his chair. "I need to get some things done."

You paused before pouting, realizing that you were a bit too… horny, to think straight. "Let me work with you," you told him. "It'll speed things up."

"Don't you have your own tasks to complete?"

You waved a dismissive hand. "I'm not on a strict deadline. It's fine."

Gaster gave you a long look, seeming to be thinking… before slumping his shoulders, relaxing. "Very well then. Come with me."

You tried not to seem excited, getting up from the chair and heading out into the hall. Maybe you would have sex with him in the end– it all depended if you could get him in the right mood…

[roseybombshell]

Hello! 👋 I hope youre still open for requests? I know how opportunities like these can really hit readers like a flood gate of request. So first off, thank you, for answering us and for your time and energy 💕 My name is L and I'm a lesbian, identify as she/her. My question is if you can describe what my 18+ love life is like with my future spouse? (If that's too general of a question then what are my FS's turn ons?)

Hey 🥝🦈

18+ READING AHEAD

I see them gripping onto your body tightly when they orgasm or when they are close to it firstly. They may also be a little possessive towards you, doesn't like when other people look your way. They may be insecure about losing you at some point. I see them imagining you guys in a threesome (doesn't have to become reality, so don't worry!!) and it makes them wet like a lot. During your first meeting months you will do something very sexy and appealing to them that will make them..Please themselves to the thought of you. They like it when you grind on their genitals with your clothes on, I see a reverse cowgirl position, so they can touch, grip and caress your chest area and spank you. They also like when you are desperate enough to grind yourself on their thigh or they just imagine you doing so to get themselves off. They like it when you treat them like royalty and take care of their wants, desires and needs and when you're understanding towards them. They may be into temperature play or wax play. Also a little of incorporating ice or cold water into your sexual practice/experience. I also see them thinking about sex in a pool or a bath/shower. You may do it in there from time to time too. They find it very sexy and somehow erotic. Also neck kisses and holding onto your neck, not necessarily choking. They like to hear you moan, especially loudly, so the neighbours would hear ahem 🤔 Also they will make you sweat a lot and they will do so too. It really turns them on when you are both tired from pleasing one another and just lay there, catching your breath. They will enjoy pushing you to the bed and literally making all the bedsheets soaked (okayyyy bye 🤯).

[effable-as-f]

I was in the bath today and I started noticing some weird gross flakes all over my arms and shoulders, and I realized it was most likely my skin flaking from when I’d last gotten sunburned but not before I had my moment of thinking I was finally about to be a Supernatural cold open, like where I’m just a sexy girl taking my sexy bath nakedly when suddenly I start peeling my skin off and then my flesh starts melting into like a gross blood soup and it turns out I was possessed by the skin-melting demon

[misspearly1]

“Im bored. Wanna play?” With Max Phillips 🥴😩

Ooohh, Nonnie! 😏 I love this prompt choice for Maxie, it fits so nicely for him, however I must admit that when typing this up, I was still in my fluffy feels 🤣. We got ourselves some soft Max Phillips over here. Thank you for sending this into my blog and I hope you enjoy the read, my darling. ❤️

Overstimulated

Pairing: Max Phillips x You (F!Reader)

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Established Relationship. Teasing, flirting, complimenting. Smut. Gentle/Passionate smut. Oral (M receiving). Over stimulation. Fade to black sex in the bathtub. Lots of fluff.

Prompts: "I'm bored. Wanna play?"

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Staying at home this peaceful Sunday, you chose the activity that most people would do and just relaxed to the full extent by doing all the little things you love. 

First up was sleeping in late this morning, and you loved every minute of it. Secondly, you ordered breakfast rather than cooking it yourself, and you savoured every bite. You were just feeling lazy and enjoyed the delicacy of someone else cooking for you instead, and thirdly, you’ve just finished running an extra hot bubble bath and plan to read a book for the next fifteen or twenty minutes while the water cools down enough for you to climb in. 

It’s the little things that bring you comfort and joy.

Your vampire boyfriend however, Max Phillips, has just come home from work earlier than you expected him to. Not a lot of people at his firm work on Sundays, but a few take up any chance they can get working double time, and today as it seems, Max came home early because it’s too quiet in the office. Well, that’s your immediate assumption because the man is a workaholic. 

“Hey baby,” You greet him as he enters the lounge, “Everything ok?” You ask, though you suspect everything is ok and you’ve already assumed the reason why he’s home early, you still ask just in case something is wrong. Besides, it opens the door to a conversation about how his day has been and you’re interested to know, even if there isn’t much to tell. 

“No, actually. Everything isn’t ok,” He replies, and your mood shifts instantly with worry. Setting your book down and sitting up straight on the sofa, you look at him with furrowed brows and pat the empty seat beside you, beckoning him to come explain what’s wrong.

After shaking off his jacket and draping over the back of the sofa, he loosens his tie while walking towards you, the expression on his face speaking of mischief and devilry. “Just spent six hours at work doing nothing, toots. It was torture,” He explains, pouting exaggeratedly, “Then I come home to find you on the sofa, looking so fine and beautiful.” 

You blush. Hearing the little sexy growl in his voice and feeling flattered by his compliments, the mood shifts once again, worry was quickly replaced with relief and arousal, especially when he takes position on the table in front of you and leans in, his proximity dangerously tempting your sexual desire to just jump on top of him and make love, though you hold back on the urge just to be a tease. 

“Max,” You tut and shake your head at him, “You scared me for a second there. Don’t do that again, I thought something bad happened.” You berate with a whine in your tone, but it just flies over his head anyway because the vampire abilities he possesses can sense the lies in your words. You’re not actually mad at him, not in the slightest, in fact, you found his actions amusing. 

“But it’s the truth, toots.” Max argues his case and point, dragging the tip of his finger up and down your inner leg with a smirk on his lips. “I can’t help but feel the way I feel when you look so fucking hot.” He pays you another compliment, this time with a genuine warm smile as you blush again. His hands, cold and soft to the touch, slip around the back of your legs with a gentle squeeze as he maintains your eye contact. “Do you have anything to do? Or do I have you all to myself?” He asks, keeping in mind that you were just about to read a book and how you like to spend your Sunday’s relaxing. 

“Just my bath, which is cooling down,” You reply honestly, your eyes darting to the book with a shrug. “I could read later tonight instead. Why, what do you have in mind?” You watch as Max subtly bites his lip, his dark wanton eyes roaming the expanse of your face with suggestion. “I’m bored,” He whispers seductively, his hands groping your thighs now, “Wanna play?”  

“Gee, I thought you’d never ask,” You respond eagerly, mirroring his actions as you, too, bite your lip with an anticipated nod. “I’d love to play, Maxie,” closing the gap ever so slowly, you dare an attempt to pull your head back, but the man was far too quick. He chuckles softly while his hand darted up and cradled the back of your neck, holding you still to lean in and plant a kiss on your lips. 

“Stop playing with me, toots.” Max growls into your mouth and smiles against your lips before slipping his tongue inside. You slide your hands up his chest and pull his tie off completely, caressing his shoulders that draws out a groan so delectable to your ears. He breaks the kiss, sighing breathily, “Love it when you do that.”

You close the gap this time and kiss him fervently, passionately, expressing your love wordlessly. Max picks up on your desires, not only from your actions but from the smell of your pheromones too. It’s so potent that it makes him feel weak in the knees. Usually, he likes to take the lead and show you a good time, but right now, he follows your movements as you guide him to sit on the sofa and lean back.

“Open your shirt for me,” You ask while kneeling to the floor, situating yourself between his legs. “Too many buttons and I’m too impatient,” You reach out for his belt and open it up, pulling the leather through the loops on his pants before tossing it over your shoulder. 

“Fuck,” He makes a surprised sound, breathing deep and hard with a palpable ache to feel your lips around his cock. “Don’t have to tell me twice, baby.” He groans, popping the top three buttons of his shirt open before pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side. The man would tear it open, but you bought him this shirt and he doesn’t want to ruin it.

You giggle from his actions regardless, finding something so sweet and wholesome about him being gentle. It wouldn’t matter to you if he did tear it off, but you liked that he didn’t. Hips lifting off the sofa to help you pull down his trousers after you open them up, your brows raise with delight when seeing, and hearing, his dick spring back and slap against his lower stomach. “Oh,” You whisper while watching dribbles of pre-cum leaking out of the tip and onto his skin. “Someones excited.” 

“Can you really blame me?” Max chuckles bashfully and looks at you with accusatory eyes. “My gorgeous girlfriend is sitting between my legs, of course I’m excited.” The muscles in his legs tense as you reach out to hold them, running your hands up and down his thighs firmly, and smiling proudly at the way his dick twitches from your actions. You love seeing him so clearly affected by your touch. 

“Well,” You say, looking up at him, “Don’t let me keep you waiting, sexy.” Leaning slowly while holding his gaze, he watches you attentively as you drag your tongue up his cock and his mouth falls open with a gasp spilling from his lips. You swirl your tongue around the head before taking him inside your mouth with a gentle suck, the action making him jerk away with sensitivity and throw his head back in bliss. 

“Nghh! Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Max chokes out, and you love the struggle he faces when trying to talk coherently between pleasurable moans. You take more of him inside your mouth until it becomes uncomfortable in your jaw, then you begin bobbing your head up and down, sucking him off with skill as you fondle his balls. You feel the weight of them in your hands, so full and desperate to release its contents into the warmth of your mouth.

The man balled his hands into fists at his sides and his jaw clenches with his brows tightly knitted together. “Fuck!” He grunts, then gasps with hurried breaths. “Fuck. Gonna cum already,” He warns with a tinge of shame to his voice, as if he were ashamed for not lasting longer than he usually does. You don’t mind either way. It’s rewarding in itself to see the man unfolding before your very eyes so quickly. 

Upon feeling his balls tighten in the palm of your hands and watching him throw his head back with all the dirty noises you love to hear that were so satisfying to your ears, you braced for the load he was about to spill. You sample a taste of salt on your tongue and hum around him, the vibrations of your voice working as added stimulation that just ultimately pushes him over the edge. 

“Ohhhh,” Max moans, deeply and gutturally, he moans through his release and spills ropes upon ropes of his seed directly down your throat as you gulp it all back. Even after he had given all that he could, you continued to suck his cock until he became overstimulated, groaning brokenly as he jerked away. “Too much, toots.” He whispers, needing a moment to come down from his high before re-joining reality. The man's head was in the clouds, overcome with ecstasy and euphoria. 

There’s only been a handful of occasions where you’ve been able to render Max so weak and exhausted with satisfaction, and that was after he had gone several rounds with you first. Seeing him exhausted and completely spent right now brings you a huge sense of pride and achievement. He needed a little longer than a moment to come back down to earth, and while he did that, you peppered him with loving kisses, praises in your whispers and reassurance in your stroking touch. 

Moving up his body slowly and gazing into his eyes, you kiss his lips gently and mumble how much you love him, to which he mumbles how much he loves you too in return. And as soon as his stamina and energy returned, your clothes were discarded quicker than you’ve ever removed them with your own hands and before you knew it, he whisked you into the bathroom and lowered himself into the tub with you held in his arms.  

And together, you shared a hot bubble bath, making love to each other passionately.

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[baddiedaddy7]

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀🥀🖤

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲😎

strong presence. can be charismatic. minds their own business lmao. their mysteriousness makes them sexy. might be pale. observant. can come off as cold or moody. might get tattoos and piercings. might like to “redesign” themselves every now and then. has good intuition. can be too secretive. doesn’t trust easily. can come off sinister. likes it rough. since first rules the head they might be into hair pulling.

celebrities:Beyoncé,Keanu Reeves,Britney Spears,Ryan Reynolds

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲🤑

probably great with money. ambitious. practical. can be stingy. hard headed. might be motivated by 💵 lol. good at making plans. try not to indulge excessively. likes sensual and strong scents. dark colored perfumes. sensual ppl in general. might have a thing for ppl with a “dark” style. likes someone they can’t easily read. desires oral sex, and hickeys.

celebrities:Cher,Heidi Klum,Harry Styles,Robert De Niro

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲🗣

charming in speech. might be a fan of murder mystery’s. likes to talk abt sex related things a lot. can be manipulative w/words. might have a deep or “sexy” voice. might’ve fought a lot/been bullied a lot in school. witty. over protective when it comes to siblings. the sibling that has mood swings lol. might even have jealousy issues with their siblings. siblings probably have scorpio in personal placements or a prominent pluto in their chart. doesn’t trust ppl easily. might have a knack for psychology. dirty talk, and sweet nothings gets these individuals aroused. anything that deals with hands are also a turn on. might not like sessions to be long, and into nudes lol.

celebrities:Céline Dion,Bella Hadid,Drake,Michael Jordan

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲❤️‍🩹

honest. strong-willed. mature, esp emotionally. loyal, and most likely reliable. can be jealous of family members, or just clash with them. mother might keep big secrets away or be abusive. mother might’ve been overly attached or obsessed with you. these ppl might’ve been an unexpected pregnancy. probably quiet and mysterious as a child, kept to themselves. the kid that probably just sat by themselves during recess/could’ve been a loner. moms death can take a great toll on you. parents might’ve been controlling but wanted the best for you. trauma stems from childhood. could’ve went through sexual abuse. mother that’s probably passionate, and can be caring. she might also have a lot of pluto/scorpio energy in her chart. these ppl might be hard to get to know. pragmatic. shouldn’t do one night stands, they might get too attached, so they’re most likely to sleep w/someone they have an intense connection with. touch boobies lmao. might like positions where you stare into eachothers eyes, and have access to hugging lol.

celebrities:Sandra Bullock,Selena Gomez,Kanye West,Ben Affleck

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲☀️

can be romantic, yet intense. probably spiritual. might like rock n roll music, or music that talks abt dark subjects like death, drugs, etc. enjoys horror movies, conspiracy theories, and true crime stuff. probably into witchcraft tbh, also probably really likes astrology. your flings might end up becoming very serious or intense. children, esp the first child might be a scorpio or have a lot of scorpio/pluto influence. try to avoid being judgmental. might also be childish. children may be intimidated by you at first, but get too attached later on. sex will be full of passion. positions like the anvil, or doggy, any deep penetration positions might work best for you.

celebrities:Mariah Carey,Lady Gaga,Gordon Ramsey,Will Smith

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲🫐

can be open minded. might be obsessed with health, and get freaked out over the littlest things. cats would make a great pet for these placements. they also might own unusual pets like spiders, reptiles, etc. workaholic. might have health issues with genitals, so be careful. might have surgery done on genitals at some point. might crave being in control. probably wants to be their own boss. always trying to improve or reinvent themselves. you probably have sex, or masturbate every day. might have sexual relations with co-workers. the shower or bath might be a good setting for sex to these ppl. might like anal lol.

celebrities:Shakira,Demi Moore,Snoop Dogg,Michael Jackson

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲🤍

loving. extremely passionate. can be empathetic. might attract scorpio/pluto placements a lot. lovers may be overzealous, overprotective, and/or envious or you might be this way. relationships can be life changing. can be low key aggressive. love, and being vulnerable can terrify these ppl. might keep their personal relationships private. selfless in the bedroom. all abt pleasing their partner. might be into spanking, or butt rubs lmao. face to face positions are a turn on for these folks too.

celebrities:Rihanna,Kourtney Kardashian,Barack Obama,Orlando Bloom

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲🪐

the ultimate lol. great intuition, has a knack for conspiracy theories, psychology, astrology, and probably taboo things. likes getting in trouble😈. sensual, and has major sexual appeal. people smart. thinks about sex, mortality, the unknown, and just general dark themes a lot. either fears or embraces death, maybe both. ambitious, and usually actually lives for a long time. experience makes these ppl wise. goes through a lot of transformations in life. understanding. a lot of ppl envy ppl of this placement, mostly bc of their sex appeal/attractiveness. powerful in some way lol. likes that moneyyy. can be possessive, either with possessions or ppl or both lol. sex can be life changing and intense. into or open to bondage, d/s, rough sex, etc but might like it romantic, erotic and sensual too.has an amazing sex drive.

celebrities:Princess Diana,Brigitte Bardot,Marlon Brando,Bruce Lee

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲��

full of curiosity. analyzes. deep rooted. might be emotionally invested when it comes to the beliefs/beliefs may take over their life lol. when in college, might major in psychology, solving, investigating, etc. justice is important to these individuals. judgement also, and self obsessed. likes big butts w/a side of thighs. sex is fun to these ppl, and they’re probably up to trying new things. lube is your friend. probably has a big penis/fat cat lmao.

celebrities:Nicki Minaj,Winona Ryder,Robin Williams,Frank Sinatra

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲🥂

charming, and creative. might come off as standoffish or just disrespectful lol. private reputation, and keeps things in the dark. might be known for being inappropriate. controversial reputation. known for being passionate among peers. may be feared by some lol. can manipulate their way to the top. i can see someone with this screwing their boss/authority lol. into domination and bdsm. leash and whips.

celebrities:Bjork,Taylor Swift,Prince,Eminem

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲👩‍🎤

friendship is a priority. friends are really enemies so watch out. friends might have scorpio/pluto energy in chart. kind. probably a good listener. the mysterious or quiet friend. you might not like when your friends bring around other ppl lmao. you don’t give your trust away easily, and prefer a small circle of friends. can be dismissive. might lose virginity to friends tbh or have sex w/their friends. experimental. group sex maybe. might get piercings on genitals

celebrities:Scarlett Johansson,Kylie Jenner,Chris Evans, Albert Einstein

𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗳𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲🧜‍♀️

selfless. intuitive. past life was full of intensity. might’ve had a public death in the past life. past life could’ve been filled with crime. these individuals can be distracted and very sensitive. wild imagination. dreams can seem so real, and dark. dreams might predict things. may take secrets to the grave. gotta have a strong and emotional connection to want to have sex. won’t sleep with just anyone, unless they need to cope with something. might try to please too much during sex but you should focus on your wants and needs too. foot play is also big here.

celebrities:Marilyn Monroe,Madonna,Steve Jobs,Tom Hanks

[seollenda-moved]

twice as alphas

okayyy so i got some affirmations requests that i post my twice abo smut headcanons so here y’all go >_<

this is twice as g!p alphas, i can do omegas if i get asks for that later hehe

CW: smut, abo, mild kink mentions (restraint, mommy), prior consented somno

and an omegaverse smut series i started recently! part one

nayeon:

bossy domme vers

she’ll fuck you hard and fast generally, especially when she knows you need it (especially in heats)

she can also be a bit of a selfish needy partner, needs attention

can get really hard, to the point of almost hurting if she isn’t dealt with, even off ruts

lots of cum, she loves filling you up

loud

on your heats:

she is susceptible to your scent

will enjoy when you beg and surrender yourself

takes her turn doting on you

makes you feel loved and cheers you with silly entertaining antics when she can

on ruts:

her cock gets significantly bigger

she gets more domme, likes to spank

she loves knotting you—the first time, the both of you were kinda surprised about how long she took to let go

gets shy afterward but she loves affectionate pillow talk while waiting for her knot to release

jeongyeon:

sweet in general, of course

vers and a bit sub, likes letting you take control

loves touching and watching your body/your ride her

loves soft dirty talk, not very loud herself

telling you when she’s about to come so you can either grind down on her and clench on her until she comes, or you can have her cum on your face/chest

eating you out, really likes you riding her face

on your heats:

if you ask for anything she’s on it

worries maybe too much about you, gets a little bossier (maybe it’s the hormones too)

will take time off work if she can to help you

takes the opportunity to really make love <3 to you

of course if you need it you’ll give her a good ol’ alpha fucking but she really prefers to make sure you’re okay

on ruts:

something else comes out in her and she’ll take more control

she doesn’t get horny that often in a day, but when she is her stamina is way up

semi public/risky sex

overall always considerate, but her alpha needs come out once in a while

momo:

she’s a true vers and switch

will text you on random day to day moments when she gets horny for you, sends videos of her discreetly getting off to relieve it but you know getting home that evening she’ll want to fuck

pretty big cock and balls

when she feels subby she gets loud and whimpery and high pitched, loves light spanks and dirty praise

when feeling more domme her voice gets lower and she’ll fuck you a long time

loves when you tease her in skimpy clothes and dressing up for you too

on your heats:

your hormones get her domme

she’ll edge herself so when you need it she can really fill you up and satisfy you

she has the stamina to keep up

helps you nest and finds you adorable in general

on her ruts:

the possessive domme top comes out, her fucks get rough

she can go on and on, you’re shocked at how much she can cum

loves fucking with her knot

loves overstimulation

sana:

kinda kinky domme vers

the sweetest girl of course, but you know how she really is off performance persona

likes to talk low and raspy because she knows it drives you crazy

loves touching you and whispering into your ear at random moments of the day about how much she’ll love to fuck you

mommy kink with that too (being called mommy)

spanking and gentle restraining you

loves coupley things and likes to make sure people know you’re together

on your heats:

such a good caretaker but sometimes can get a bit overwhelmed with feeling like she can’t help you enough

will really do anything for you and pay attention to what you ask for

in sex that means asking what you need and giving it to you

great at cheering you up when things get difficult, her bubbliness is such a comfort

ruts:

gets desperate fucks, moans get louder, as does praise about what a good girl you are

loves face fucking as a start

expects sub behavior

will go from cumming to knotting to getting hard inside you a second time

loves knotting cuddles

wants kids really bad tbh so when your heat and her rut lines up she gets softer but will basically fuck endlessly and give you so much

jihyo:

bossy switch top

takes making you cum as a challenge

watching you fuck yourself on her >>>

Big cock, like kinda scary at first but she’s so careful about so that it’s okay

will wear cute outfits knowing you’ll think about her all day

mommy kink

make outs especially while fucking, a good kisser

heats:

super nurturing and insists you rest and take care

gentle massages and cold baths

fully supports and encourages natural heats with no interventions

she knows you want hard fucks sometimes but really prefers making love to you

ruts:

knots are luckily not too big because on top of her girth it would be a lot

cums much more than usual

finds you really sexy

like really sexy

will fuck you anywhere really and doesn’t care if you’re heard or seen

wants you to cum with her and is good at timing it

mina:

her reserved personality hides top domme all the way

loves to look and watch herself fill your pussy

she’s discreet in public but you know that teasing her and rubbing up on her even a little bit means a punishing fuck in the evening

thick cum

wants to hear you, is quiet in contrast

loves overstimulating you by rubbing and slapping your pussy with her cock

heats:

seems to sense them coming on before you do

possessive

stays home to help you manage everything else of course

will give you all the fucks you need, and knows you need hard and fast and deep fucks to satisfy

ruts:

merciless and extra possessive, always keeps you by her side

horny all the damn time

doesn’t give a fuck

loves propping your ass up so she can fuck you deep until you’re crying

real kinky but very attentive to safe words

kinda gets a bit growly tbh

dahyun:

a bit shy vers sub

will do what you ask, likes asking you to edge her

knows quickly what you like and gets it right every time

soft moans and whimpers

guilty pleasure is cumming in your mouth, finds it so hot when you swallow and suck her off as much as you can

when you wear cute clothes you know she’s paying attention

heats:

fluffy

likes buying you takeout

listens to you and is a great mood lifter or whatever you really need in the moment

wishes so bad that she can give you the knot you crave

but for some reason lining up is kinda rare

ruts:

gets louder and faster and harder

likes doggy style

if you encourage her she’ll get a bit more aggro

her knots are slow and her cock will keep cumming for a while, will find it overwhelming after a while but loves it

gentle knot kisses and cuddles

chaeyoung:

vers switch, all about service tho

low pitched groans/moans when bottoming/being sucked off

likes biting you lightly when she’s topping

likes rope play but that’s as far she’ll go with kink

good stamina

gets shy about eye contact, pretty easy to fluster

heats:

gets pretty turned on

service top comes out

alternates between fucking you hard and then being very attentive to you

will be sensitive to your scents and helps you head off a heat episode before it gets too much especially when you’re asleep, will wake you up to warn you

ruts:

her domme comes out now

her cock gets painfully hard fast and she needs you

likes inopportune fucks on any surface in the house

will bite

tzuyu:

bottom switch

likes discreet cockwarming

discreet public sex too

likes handjobs and a finger in her ass

she gets hard quickly and cums relatively fast but can cum multiple times

scents you and everything you own, likes reminding you of her throughout the day when she’s having a horny day

likes tits

heats:

will let you ride her all you need

loves to service you how you need

(prior discussed consent) will gently fuck you awake if she smells you coming on again in the night

ruts:

likes taking you out to fuck you in public without getting caught

likes to start with a blowjob but wants to finish inside you of course

cares about cumming deep inside of you and knotting you properly

really turned on about the thought of getting you pregnant and will fuck you senseless when you two line up

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

seems like the life i need is a little distant

SYNOPSIS: Modern AU! Friends with benefits but Eren feels entitled to your body. Friends with benefits and you like him so much, it hurts.

PAIRING: ASSHOLE! EREN X FEM! READER

DEDICATED TO: all the new friends I've made along the way.

WARNINGS: all-around douche behavior, mild dubcon content if you squint, degradation, smut, no aftercare, possessiveness

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

A/N: To all of you, I present a new universe. A departure from Bully! Eren but rest assured this Eren is still every bit, if not more, of a dick. Very excited to roll these fics out, hope you guys enjoy <3 Let me know if you would like to participate in the taglist!

You’re staring at the popcorn ceiling, at the brink of sleep but not quite. You’re trying to think of the paper you’ve half-written, but all thoughts ultimately lead back to a boy who lives in your head rent-free.

As if reading your mind, your phone lights up with a text notif. You know who it is even before you roll over because there was just precisely one person in the world who didn’t give a shit about texting in the dead of night.

There are butterflies in your stomach, swarming and begging to be freed.

pics?

It’s a one-word text. If you had respect for yourself, you’d ignore it. But you’re already rolling your shirt to your neck, pointing the flash of the camera towards your naked torso.

You inspect the burst of pictures meticulously. Is that hair on your nipple too visible? Does your belly button look misshapen? There are a few purple blotches on your neck, but you don’t treat them with the same level of scrutiny. You like them, and chances are he does too.

You don’t want to drag yourself out of your comfy bed, but you head to the bathroom, knowing a mirror selfie bathed in amber light would be more flattering than the cold white flash.

You shimmy out of your shorts, positioning your back towards the mirror while turning your face three-fourths of the way to capture your ass at the perfect angle. One leg in front of the other.

You realize you’ve been taking somewhat of a long time when another text preview flashes at the top of your screen, this time a singular question mark:

?

A single-character follow-up. How charming.

You send your favorite three pics, hoping it’s good enough. There should be no reason you’re eagerly anticipating his texts, waiting for the “so fucking hot, so good for me, fuck baby send more”. After all, validation is only as desirable as the man who gives it.

In your tiny bathroom that’s lit up like the inside of a lamp, you lean your hips against the counter, apprehensively watching the three gray dots. Finally, a message reveals itself.

I’m coming over.

A beat later.

Right now.

Well, that’s not what you were expecting, You bite your lips in anxious thought. Would that be a good idea right now?

But logic is quickly snuffed out by desire, and excitement. You couldn’t sleep anyway, and you really hardly get to see him anymore. This is a blessing of sorts. You give yourself a quick survey in the mirror. You’ve looked better, judging from the dark circles and the dryness your skin feels. Maybe put on the sexy lingerie?

No point. He’s an impatient man, the type to tear ribbons instead of unwrapping. You know how much he likes easy access, and in your oversized loose see-through t-shirt, you couldn’t be more easily accessed.

No point in brushing your hair either if he’s just going to pull it. The butterflies in your stomach are antsier now, and you wonder if you should take a few shots to calm your nerves.

Quickly deciding some tequila wouldn’t be so bad right now, you head to the kitchen to only hear restless knocks on your door. You open the door to see the boy himself, all mussed dark hair and tired viridian eyes.

It must have been raining outside. You can tell by the wet spots on his hoodie, the silken strands of wet hair sticking to his head, and rain droplets stuck between thick dark eyelashes.

“Do you want to dry off? I have some towels.”

Eren looks at you with a lopsided smile, “No I think I’d rather fuck you instead.”

He walks in and locks the door behind him with ease you could never hope to possess. At the mercy of his words, you could feel heat rush into your cheeks.

“How’d you get here so...fast?” You asked slowly.

He’s already taking tugging his hoodie off himself when he replies, “I was around the area.” He doesn’t say any more so you don’t press for more.

You’re distracted by his abs. The way he strips is downright pornographic, as he stands shirtless before you, a very prominent V-line disappearing into his dark denim. You’re trying not to gawk at his happy trail but it proves to be difficult when he’s blessed with the body of an unjust god. And if you look southbound, you could see his half-hard cock straining against his jeans.

He catches your eyes and offers a teasing grin, “Like what you see?”

“Shut up” you mumble, your own fingers dancing along the hem of your shirt. In long quick strides, he stands before you.

“Wait” he mummers, “Let me take it off.”

In his hands, you feel like fine china and the most delicate of porcelains. He pulls over your shirt over your head, hands twisting your rosy nipples. “No bra? What a naughty girl.”

His voice sends shivers down your back. Long, slender fingers grasp your hips, pulling your body close to his. Naked chest to chest, there was only a threadbare distance between you two.

His eyes are midnight green and you’re convinced you’ve never seen a prettier sight. The dark-haired boy kisses you before you could blink. His lips are soft as sin, and he coaxes your mouth open to dart his tongue inside.

He’s lazily kissing you, slow and sensual, and you’re floating. A hand unceremoniously shoves itself down your underwear, fingers checking for wetness. You’re a little surprised by the sudden intrusion but the long swipes of his tongue are sufficient enough to distract you, especially when the hand on your hip leaves to grope your sensitive nipples.

Suddenly, he breaks the kiss, his gaze focused on his slicked fingers. He mutters something that suspiciously sounds like, “Good. You’re wet enough.” Your lips feel tingly from the kissing, and you’re disappointed it ended so fast. You pucker your lips against him, hoping to instigate another one.

Instead, he grabs your wrist and roughly flops you down to your untidy bed. You fall like a marionette with the strings cut, and Eren kisses the back of your hand as if in apology.

You look up above you, your whole view encompassed by Eren and Eren only. It’s dark but your bed is settled right by your large window, letting the moonlight filter in, soaking his skin in silver. You touch your forehead, feeling a drop of water.

“Eren, you should have dried off. You’re still wet.” You admonish, to which he only chuckles. He shakes his hair like a dog, letting the raindrops scatter all over your face and neck. ‘Eren”, you whine.

He brings his coated fingers to your face. You blush, realizing it’s your essence.

“I’m not the one who’s making a puddle.” His lips curl and his eyes narrow like they’re sneering at you too, “You get so wet from just a bit of kissing. So damn easy. I didn’t even have to stuff my fingers in your pussy.”

He sounds mean. Embarrassed, you cover your eyes with your hands but Eren peels them off. “No”, he growls, “Look at me.”

Like a switch has been flipped, his fingers that were simply toying with your skin harshly sink in. He’s rougher, hands searching and mouth leaving a kaleidoscope of hickeys down your neck. The slow and sweet Eren was no more than a mirage now.

You couldn’t help but feel the spikes of thrill clouding your senses. Eren had a tendency to get rough, and he was so deliriously delicious when he was biting and pinching all over. He’s kissing you too, all teeth and tongue. He bites your lips until you feel the pinpricks of blood, and he eagerly laps the drops away.

He’s lining his fully hard and throbbing cock along your entrance and you’re able to pull yourself together beyond the haze of pain and pleasure to whimper out a “W-wait Eren, c-condom.”

He runs his hand through his dark hair, worn loose around his shoulders. There’s an impatient scowl on his face, and you wonder what you did to be on the receiving end of sudden hostility. Maybe it wasn’t hostility. You were the type to read into every gesture and sigh, overtly anxious, and being self-aware of that still didn’t calm you down.

‘Don’t have one.” He says simply. He’s looking sharply at you as if imploring you to be careful about the next few words that were going to leave your mouth.

“Um, I don’t have any either b-but...we should use one.” You finish weakly.

Abruptly, he thumbs over your clit. The unexpected contact elicits a pretty moan, and then he’s roughly swiping his thumb on your clit, abusing it without mercy.

Saying you were overwhelmed with pleasure was an understatement. His fingers are stroking the spongy spot inside of you when he asks, “Do you really want to stop now?”

You’re close, and there’s nothing more than you want for his fingers to plunge themselves deeper. Without fully realizing it, you’re shaking your head and mewling out “no, no. keep going, k-keep going-.”

At the sound of your pleas, he withdraws his fingers and in a smooth thrust, shoves himself inside of you. His pace is vicious, impaling you with his long thick cock. So this is what raw dick feels like.

Eren can’t help but release moans of his own, completely infatuated with your warmth and pulsing walls, pulling him in and pulling him deeper. He maneuvers your body like you’re his favorite toy, pushing your legs over his broad shoulders.

You’re blubbering, eyes rolling to the back of your head lost in the waves of pleasure. The words aren’t discernible but your little sounds are a melody to Eren, proof that he was fucking you this good.

“So fucking needy. Who-ah does this pussy belong to?”

A strange question to ask. It’s your pussy, attached to your body since the day you were born and undeniably yours. But right now, you’re not thinking straight so you give him the answer he wants.

“Y-you.” You whimper.

“Say my name slut. Who’s fucking you this hard?” His voice is raspy, and he’s being so rough, brutally thrusting.

“E-eren. Eren is.”

He’s growling, “Stop being so fucking quiet. I know a stupid slut like you can squeal.” He removes his cock out of you leaving your cunt to clench around nothing. Already missing the heat, you’re pleading his name like a mantra.

“Please Eren. Please. I’m so so so close.”

“Selfish bitch, only thinking about herself.” He smirks but rams his length in you again, your insides already molding to the shape of his dick.

“I’m going to cum too” He grits out, “Let’s cum together, my good little slut.”

“W-wait, Eren” You stutter, “Pull out, pull out.”

He smothers your protests out with a deep kiss: “It’s okay, I know you want my cum. Let me fill you like the stupid breeding bitch you are. My breeding bitch. Mine”

Your pleas are snuffed out by the sharp pain of fingers digging into your hips, and you stop protesting, deciding you're willing to take whatever he’ll give. He doesn't give often after all.

It only took one more thrust for both of you to cum together, his dick coating your insides with milky white as he comes with an earth-shattering shudder. It’s a still beautiful moment, and you feel like you’re on the precipice of utter godless defeat from your physical body, head in the clouds. Sex with Eren is so good it transcends.

...until the illusion breaks in the form of a phone chime. Undoubtedly his.

You’re absolutely exhausted, your mind still reeling. He’s already detangling himself from you, tugging his pants back on.

You watch him put his clothes back on, and in a broken voice, ask the question you already know the answer to, “Are you leaving?”

He’s checking his phone, and answers without looking up, “Yeah. Gotta head back.”

“To the place where you came from? From around the area?” You’re prodding. Something you usually don’t do but parts of you feel shattered. Words he’s said during sex to you replay in your head like a broken record, and sure maybe all that was part of the play you guys had but god, was it too much to ask for some comfort? Comfort from the guy who you let blow his load into you?

You were super into all the name-calling during sex, yes. And it was hot. But, it makes you feel incomplete even if you came. Would it be so terrible if he kissed you again? If he told you that you were beautiful?

Eren doesn’t rise to the bait, ignoring you completely, calmly fishing out a cig from his hoodie pocket and prepared to light it before he gives you a look-over.

“Can I light it here?”

“No” You croak out with as much vindication you can muster. He sighs and puts it back in his pocket and then stands up and heads to the doorway to put his shoes on.

You think it’s really funny how he has more respect for your consent on lighting a cig in your house than-

“Well, I’ll be out. Thanks for letting me come over.” He says nonchalantly. You have no idea why there are tears forming along your lash line, and threatening to spill over.

He turns around and for a second you think he’s going to apologize, that he’ll say more, that he’ll come back. Because you're his right? His good little slut? His breeding bitch? Maybe those words aren't so bad if it meant you were his. But you didn't feel like his when he glances over with those same tired eyes.

“Venmo’d you $50. Should cover Plan B.” With those elegant parting words, he takes off to the dead of the night he came from.

In bed, you’re back to staring at the popcorn ceiling.

End of Part O N E

[waltwhitmansbeard]

my fair lady: drabble #3

you can fully blame @blorbologist for this for what she put in the tags of a previous chapter. warning that this contains like super soft-focus discussions of sexy times but nothing even close to explicit, like the pg-est of pg-13, just something to be aware of in case that's not your cup of tea! this takes place after chapter seven. also i realized i forgot to tag @romeoandjulietyouwish in the previous two drabbles—sorry for being a dumbass!!

Just before the beginning of the evening's festivities, Vax is granted some time away from his duties to clean and dress. Though he is far from the focus of the night, he will be representing the Ashari Nation and must therefore be presentable, which does not include his blood-stained leathers and the dirt caked in odd places after several nights of sleeping on the side of the road. There is a small bath not far from Keyleth's allotted chambers, so once Grog has replaced him on her security detail, he makes his way there, his dress uniform folded under one arm.

Once inside, he carefully pulls off his armor, still wincing at the residual pain from his wound. He strips out of his tunic and trousers and examines himself in the long, plain mirror provided for checking one's appearance. He twists his torso around so he can see the spot where once an arrow protruded from his back. He has seen many nasty wounds in his years, including those caused by arrows, and even once healed, they typically leave grotesque scars behind. In Vax's case, the only mark that suggests something unusual occurred is a minuscule reddish spot, about the size of a thumbprint. He runs a finger over it, and it is sore, to be sure, but no more sore than he feels when his sister whacks him with her bow when he's trying her patience. The mark is small and unobtrusive, and Vax marvels at the power of Keyleth's healing. He could be dead right now, but she placed her hand on his wound and here he stands, naked and alive.

He brushes the spot again, and thinks of the last time Keyleth put her hands on him, before the attack on the road. Even after spending nearly every night together for months, she still touched him with such hesitancy, like she wasn't sure her skin was welcome on his. Foolish; her skin is the only thing he craves these days. More than food or water or air, he wants her skin, wants to feel it and smell it and taste it, wants to count every freckle like a man possessed.

He wonders what he would have done differently, if he had known during their last night together that it would be just that. Would he have slowed down, taken an extra heartbeat with each movement to make it last? Would he have taken the night to memorize her face, to ensure that even in fifty years he would be able to describe every curve with an artist's eye? Did he tell her he loved her that night? Did he tell her enough, did it get through to her, how keenly his heart aches when she is gone from his sight? If only he had known to cherish the splay of her hair across her pillow, fire on snow, to commit to memory the sensation of her fingernails down his spine. Here he stands, naked and alive, but knowing that his skin will not feel the press of hers again, his body is cold, little more than a corpse reanimated.

And what is his body for, if not to worship hers? To protect her, of course, the only way he can now show her how simply and wholly he loves her, but for a brief time, his bones and muscles and skin all worked together in complete service to her. It was not enough that she lived, but that she thrived, that she came undone under his ministrations, that with him she became the wild thing she could never allow herself to be at court. How is he supposed to unknow this, unlearn the scent of her, forget the sound of her sighs in the dark? His body, scarred and marked and imperfect as it is, will always remember the crests and troughs of her body, a thing in motion, a storm to be weathered that brings him to shore on the tide.

Here he stands, naked and alive, and he pressed his hand to his once-wound one last time. He could save her life from roadside bandits a thousand times, and it will never be enough to repay her for what she's given him. Still, he will try, so he shuffles away from the mirror to bathe and dress for the night, where he will watch her dance with a man who is not him, a man who is in so many ways more worthy of her stolen hours. He will stand in the shadows, far from her brilliant light, and watch her become the very thing he has always wanted her to be: the future of the Ashari Nation.

[stardustvanilla]

— softy (b.b.)

dating bucky barnes headcanon 

masterlist | bucky masterlist

Bucky would take you out for a ride on his motorcycle 

No doubt

He would call you ‘doll’ all the damn time

Kisses on the forehead while your out and about

Bucky letting you put his hair in a bun (he would love it even though Sam would tease him)

Cuddles 24/7 (he literally loves cuddles)

Tons of sex

Since Bucky is way older than you he would always make sure you were okay with whatever you guys do in bed

1940′s version of Bucky that Steve always talks about

Charming smile, head tilts, ice cream dates, anything cliche really

Hickeys, mostly on your neck, because he likes to make sure that people know you belong to him 

He will call you princess/babygirl/little girl in bed

Him asking Steve for advice all the damn time because he doesn’t want to screw anything up

“What the hell do 21st century girls like?!”

Protective Bucky (he would be very uncomfortable durning undercover missions that include you having to flirt)

After those undercover missions he would probably pull you into the first private room he saw and make sure you know who you belong too

“Your mine you know that?” “I hated the look on that guys face” “I’m never letting him touch you again” 

Bucky finds it so adorable when you make the ‘grabby hands’ when you want a hug

He picks you up and spins you around all the time (especially when you’re wearing a fancy dress and going to one of Stark’s galas)

Inside jokes non-stop

Bucky loves showering together (he enjoys the look of water drops on your skin and helping you clean up)

He always has a hand on your back when you’re out in the street or even during an event (like I said before, possessive!bucky)

Braiding his hair and “don’t tell Sam, he won’t stop talking about it for years”

Sticking magnets on his metal arm (spelling out ‘I love u’)

He loves when you wear his clothes because he finds it comforting

“RED HENLEY!”

Leather jackets, that’s all I need to say (honestly they look sooo good on him and they turn you on so much)

He makes great spaghetti and rarely makes it for the others

Lot’s of sarcasm which makes the other Avengers laugh when they see you giving him the death glare

“Hey Y/N! I bought you a colouring book!” “Shut up, James!”

Him acting like the older adult (which technically he is)

“Hey gramps!” “I don’t look it!”

Going for evening motorcycle rides with your arms around his waist

Moving his hair out of his eyes for him

Bucky’s aftercare is honestly amazing!

He loves to help you into the bath tub and make it look all pretty with bubbles

Bucky will pick you up bridal style to put you in bed (or on the couch for round two)

He is always caring and will always comfort you (he hates seeing you sad)

You would always comfort him after nightmares (he would call you if he had one during a mission)

He finds it very very sexy when you wear tactical gear (or when you’re only wearing a bra and underwear)

Onetime you bought lingerie and he almost died from the sight of you

Bucky bought you another set for your birthday

You would snuggle up on the couch while one of you read a book out loud

Lots of hot chocolate 

Your first date had a lot of candles since Bucky wanted to make a romantic dinner for the both of you

When he has trouble sleeping he will quietly go to the kitchen at night because of cold sweats and a few minutes afterward your tired figure would walk to the kitchen and find him

He always wondered how you knew he left the bed and you just shrug saying ‘my body doesn’t feel warm anymore’

Sometimes he’ll say ‘back in my day’ and you just laugh

Bucky is always carrying candy with him and you love to steal some from his pockets

A lot of your friends dislike him because they think he is scaring and intimidating but you know that he really is a sweet guy who likes sugar in his coffee

You find it hilarious when him and Steve call each other names and use old people jokes

He sometimes forgets about his super strength and breaks things

Bucky’s morning voice is sooo attractive 

Alpine follows him around everywhere and she is usually in his arms while eating breakfast

He always talks about his two favourite girls: you and the cat

Bucky will let kids touch his arm and ask questions about it. You will just sit and listen to him talk with them

He has you, Peter, and Shuri explain things to him all the damn time

He LOVES sitting on rooftops with you and just looking at the sky and reading books together

Bucky lets the kid avengers draw on his arm and he always comments about the drawings and how good they look

Bucky is obsessed with bringing you flowers

He smells like cologne mixed with leather, metal, and sandalwood