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𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟔𝟗𝟏

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝟒𝟎'𝐬), 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 @navybrat817 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐨 @galatially 𝐚𝐧𝐝 @mrsmischief209 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤!

You’ve been looking after Bucky Barnes’s kids for a few years now, you loved them like they were your own, and working for the man was no hardship, he was gorgeous. Obviously you liked him, he was kind and sweet and made you feel at home whenever he left you with them, but recently you felt like things were maybe changing into something… different.

It started harmlessly enough, a simple comment on a new colour you had painted your nails, or saying he liked your outfit. Then it was casual touches in the most acceptable places, like he squeezed your shoulder once in appreciation as you left, or his fingers lingered against your palm as he dropped your cash into your hand. The eye contact started to become intense as well, and that’s when you realised you were in danger. The man had eyes the artists would write about, you could easily get lost in them. Soon, what was a harmless appreciation for a parent, turned into a full blown crush.

The night Bucky called you at short notice because he needed you to look after the kids as he had some sort of function to go to at the last minute was the night you decided enough was enough. You couldn’t fall for this man and retain your dignity, he was a father, you worked for him. They told stories about girls like you, and these were not the kind that artists touched, these were the ones that porn directors salivated over. The naïve babysitter and her older boss.

Thank god there wasn’t a wife about anymore, that would be a whole other kind of story. One involving the term ‘home wrecker’.

When you arrived, the housekeeper was there to let you in, apparently Bucky had already left but the instructions were the same as usual and he would be home by midnight. You smile gratefully at the lovely woman whom the kids adored, and then ushered them into the kitchen to get them fed and finish their homework. 

Hours later and the house was silent, the kids were asleep, and you finally got a chance to look at your phone and answer the messages from your best friend; Sharon,

How’s the boss? Did you blow him yet?

What kind of a man goes to a function at the last minute anyway?

Are the kids still cute?

Answer me! Unless you’re riding the boss in which case I can wait.

Have you told him you’re leaving yet?

You sigh as you see all the messages lined up, and decide to bring up the voice notes, you’re too tired to be typing out loads of messages,

“Sharon, the boss is fine, I haven’t seen him yet but we both know he is fiiiine. No I haven’t blown him, and I’m not going to, remember? I guess a very busy and important man goes to functions at the last minute, how should I know? The kids are always cute, you know that. I’m answering you now, and not because I was riding the boss, but because I was busy dealing with the kids! And no, I haven’t told him. I will when he comes back.” You send the message, staring into space for a minute whilst you let your mind try and settle again. The thought of leaving made your heart start galloping in your chest, but you knew it was the right choice…

“It is the right choice, isn’t it, Sharon?” You start another note, mainly to try and speak your jumbled thoughts into existence, to help make sense of them somehow, “I can’t stay here knowing that I want to jump this man’s bones at every opportunity, it’s not fair. It’ll just break my heart and I don’t know if the broken back I’m sure he’ll give me is worth it. Anyway. Speak later.”

You get some stuff done after that, feeling a little better now you’ve definitely made the right decision to leave Bucky's employment before you did something you’d regret. Maybe in a few years you could see him again and then maybe… well, it was unlikely he’d still be available. A man who looked like that with all the money that he has? You were surprised he didn’t already have women and men lining up around the block for him as it was. You feel a pout form on your face at the thought, and despondently turn on the TV, hoping for something mindless to pass the time whilst you wait for the man in question to return home. You must fall asleep because suddenly you’re jerking awake at the sound of keys in the door, and you rush to clear up your mess as Bucky comes in, you’re looking at your phone when you hear his steps, bringing up the Uber app to get home, 

“Hi, Mr Barnes, I hope everything went okay? The kids were great, I’m just- oh…” Your words trail off when you raise your head and look at him… and keep looking… Eventually your eyes rise further to meet his, and you swallow compulsively against a dry mouth, “you ummm, you look very… handsome, Buc- Mr Barnes.” You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as you took him in, the heat in your cheeks was hot enough to burn, but you couldn’t look away.

To say Bucky looked sexy as hell was an understatement.

“How many times have I asked you to call me Bucky, doll?”

Your lips quirk at the soft way he asks that, and you shrug, “A lot. I, um, like the shoulder pads.” You nod towards the jacket of his black on black outfit, another pout forming when he takes the beautifully tailored jacket off and drapes it over the back of the couch, at least until you see the tight fitting turtleneck underneath, 

“The pads took me by surprise, but apparently they made me look broader. Not sure why that would be needed.” Bucky runs his fingers through his hair as he says that and your eyes now drift to his bicep, outlined perfectly inside the soft wool,

“Nope, definitely not needed at all.”

“What was that?”

You start at his question, realising you spoke out loud, and quickly gather your things, dragging your eyes away from his abs you can see outlined under his top, “Oh, nothing, I need to be going, got a busy day tomorrow, so-”

“Wait, Y/N, hold on-”

“I’ll get an Uber like usual, just send me the money on PayPal, okay? I really need to-”

“Don’t you need to talk to me about something first, doll?” Bucky’s question stops you in your tracks, and you turn back towards him, a frown on your face, 

“Talk? About…?” You’re wondering if you’d forgotten something you’d mentioned in passing to him, but there’s nothing, so you shake your head and shrug, “No, I don’t think so.”

Of course, you know you need to quit this job, but not tonight, not when he looks like he does right now, and is staring at you like that… his eyes drag up the length of your body, from the bottom of your sneakers, up your legs and over the skirt you’re wearing, and the higher, over the t-shirt that covers you and, finally, he meets your eyes, 

“Are you sure, doll? You don’t want to talk about leaving? Or about how me blowing your back out wouldn’t be worth you staying?”

You blink, the blood drains from your face, “Wh- what?” You take a step back towards the door, your heart pounding in your chest, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You play ignorant, you have no idea why he’s saying this to you, he couldn’t have heard you… 

“I put a nanny cam in last week, I should have told you, and I’m sorry I didn’t, I didn’t mean to spy on you, doll-”

Now the blood rushes back to your face, your cheeks burning hotter than before, embarrassment ploughing into your bloodstream, “A nanny cam?!”

“I had to leave an engineer in here on his own last week. I get paranoid, especially with kids around. I meant to disable it, but-”

“You were spying on me?!”

“Not deliberately! I was bored at that stupid event, I opened it up hoping to catch a glimpse of the kids before bed, and instead I see you talking to your friend…” Bucky catches your wrist in a gentle hand as you’re turning to leave, “I didn’t know you felt that way, doll,”

“Please..” you tug at your wrist, turning your face away, “I’m so embarrassed right now, can’t I just-”

“I don’t want you to leave, I think you should stay.” Bucky lifts a hand, his thumb and index finger take a gentle grip of your chin and slowly turns your face to his, “Stay with me tonight, doll. If you want to go after that, then go, but now I know you want me too… I don’t want you walking out that door without letting me taste you.” He’s close, this man who’s a dad, who’s older, who’s so attractive your knees quake at the proximity of him, so close you can feel his breath over your lips, feel the heat radiating from his chest pushing so close to yours…

“I shouldn’t…” The words are a whisper between you, “I want to, b-but-”

“We’re both adults, aren’t we?” Bucky pulls you closer, you can now feel his steady heartbeat against your frantic one, his cologne fills the air between you, “C’mon, doll, don’t tell me that you haven’t had the same dream I’ve had.” You back hits the wall, Bucky’s left arm rests next to your head, his right drops to your waist, just barely laying against the fabric of your skirt, “You know the one I’m talking about,”

“I-”

“You’re on your knees in front of me. I’m staring down at that pretty face as I fuck it-”

“Oh…”

“- after that I’ve got my tongue buried inside you, drinking down everything you’ve got before I flip you onto your stomach and… well then I wake up, hard as a rock, wanting to be balls deep inside you for real.” Bucky’s blue eyes hold you captive, his right hand presses more firmly against your waist, drifting higher, it takes you just a second too long to notice that you t-shirt is lifting as well, “Tell me that you don’t have the same dream, doll,” air chills the skin of your waist, your ribs… you then feel the fabric lift high enough that the underside of your breasts are exposed, and you just stare at Bucky as his thumb traces your now exposed skin, “I knew you would be soft as hell here…”

You gulp at the touch, and then close your eyes, “Yes, I’ve had the same dream, Mr Barnes,”

“I think you’d better start calling me Bucky, doll,” Bucky growls before capturing your lips in a kiss that makes you lose your breath instantly, your head swims as you try and keep up with the passion in him, it’s almost too overwhelming, your nails dig into his pecs through his top, caught between wanting to pull him closer and wanting to shove him away, and that’s when he slows down… his arms constrict around you and hold you close, the kiss deepens and you can think again, “Sorry, doll, I got a little carried away. You taste like vanilla.”

“That’s my lip balm,” your eyes open, Bucky’s eyes stare back at you, pupils blown wide, “I liked kissing you.”

“I love kissing you, think I’m gonna do it again,” Bucky grins, and does just that, one hand going to the back of your head, the other going back to your top, gently tugging it up and over your breasts and folding it under neatly so your chest is completely exposed to him, “no bra, doll?”

You face heats as he pulls back to look down at you, both hands now reaching to cup you, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, a hungry look in his eyes, “That feels good, I-”

“You feel good, you’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N,” Bucky pecks another kiss to your lips, and then pulls back, whipping his own top off and stealing your breath when you see his ripped torso, “fairs fair.”

“You’re so hot, oh my god,” your smug grin stays on as Bucky leans forward and kisses you again, his own smile merging with yours, you sigh when he pulls your top up and over your head so you’re both equally naked from the waist up. You both take time to kiss, to touch and melt into each other. You gasp when Bucky’s thigh pushes between yours, when you can feel how much he wants you grinding into you. Bucky’s hands grab your hips when you start to ride his thigh, desire a storm inside you that makes you feel like you’re going to explode, and you groan when he steps back, leaving you feeling bereft, “what?!”

“You’re coming against me fingers first, not my thigh, you greedy girl,” Bucky holds your shoulders as he positions you against the wall how he wants, “ask me to touch your pretty cunt and make you come,”

You’re breathless, staring at him incredulously, “I wouldn’t make you wait, why are you being mean?!”

“I’m making sure you want this, because I know that I do,” Bucky starts lifting the front of your skirt, his eyes on yours as he does so, “I want to see you, touch you, taste you, be inside you…” your skirt is tucked into itself so the front of your panties can be seen, Bucky looks down and groans when he sees the pink lace you’re wearing, his fingers stroke over your inner thighs, “open your legs, doll, be a good girl and I’ll have you screaming,” 

You do as you’re told, opening your legs wide enough that Bucky can cup you through your underwear, and you gasp at the contact, almost coming then and there, at least until Bucky whispers in your ear, “Don’t wake the kids up, Y/N,”

Then he slips his middle finger under the elastic of your panties and pushes slowly inside you, his free hand pulls your underwear to one side and his thumb starts drawing little circles on your clit, “Does this feel good, doll? Tell me.”

“Yes, shit!” You throw your head back on your shoulders, “Please, Bucky-”

“You’re so tight, your perfect pussy is going to look so good stretched out on my cock,” Bucky adds his index finger, pumping and stroking and petting, “come on, doll, all over my hand, good girl,”

You clamp your hands over your mouth as you come, your whines suppressed as Bucky mercilessly finger fucks you until your knees feel like they’re going to give out. Bucky pushes your hands away, his free hand grips your throat, his lips meet yours as you come down from your high, and still he’s buried inside you, idly stroking your soaked pussy as your head clears, “That was amazing… thank you,”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Bucky chuckles, kissing you softly, and then taking your hand and tugging you towards the stairs, “I want you in my bed for this next part,”

Nerves, trepidation, maybe even a little shame suddenly stop you, your feet feel like they’re stuck to the floor, “I ummm… are you sure?” Bucky frowns at the sudden uncertainty in your voice, “It’s just, w-what if… I should go…”

“You’re not going anywhere, doll,” Bucky tugs you to him, “neither of us are doing anything wrong here, I want you, you want me, and now I get to have you? I want to treat you right in my bed, not fuck you by a wall, you understand me? This does mean something to me, I’m not just some old guy who wants the babysitter's ass. You’re perfect, and I want to treat you right.” He’s as sincere as you’ve ever seen him, and you duck your head, a sappy smile forming on your face. You can’t get your hopes up, that the man who employs you might like you like that. 

You can let him have his way and fuck him in his bed though.

“Lead the way, boss,”

Bucky pushes you ahead of him, swatting your ass as he does so, “You must like the idea of me spanking you for you to call me boss,”

“It was funny, don’t pretend it wasn’t, you grump,”

You both fall into the bedroom, laughing into your kisses, the remainder of your clothing and his is kicked and tugged off in quick succession leaving you both to fall to the bed naked, breathless and giggling. Bucky rolls you to your back, slotting himself between your legs, rolling against you in a way that drives you mad. His lips are at your neck, his hands are back at your breasts, before he jumps off the bed, taking you by the hand and putting you on your knees in front of him, 

“Put your mouth to good use, doll,”

“Yessir!” You giggle when Bucky growls, pushing himself at your mouth, “What? I mean boss, I mean, yes my liege, I mean-” you gag when Bucky successfully shoves his dick down your throat, you’re pretty certain that your throat is going to be sore in the morning, but you do as he wanted, taking him down and sucking him to the best of your ability. He’s big, your jaw aches stretching around him, and Bucky pulls away before he finishes, 

“On your back, doll, I want to be inside you,” Bucky strokes himself idly as you do as you’re told, taking a condom from the drawer next to the bed and rolling it down himself. You have a sudden moment of insecurity, as you’re waiting, your legs close and you cover your chest… “Hey,” Bucky takes your wrists, guides them back down to your sides, “you’re beautiful, remember? Let me see you, Y/N,” You’re hesitant as you open your legs again, but your confidence grows as you see how his eyes darken as he looks you over, “most beautiful woman in the world in my bed,”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Bucky rolls his eyes at your tease, and settles himself back in between your legs, 

“Nah, doll, just you. Always has been you.”

It feels like he’s coming home as he thrusts inside you, the way he moves is like a practised dance. You suppose for him, it is. He’s done this a million times before, tonight just feels different. He’s kissing you, holding you close, and you don’t fight when he brings your hand in between your bodies, pushing you to touch yourself. Bucky lifts your leg up over his hip, his forehead against yours, breath mixing together as he starts to pump furiously inside you, 

“You good, Y/N?”

“Yes, go, Bucky, it feels- oh!” You clamp down on him on a cry, you can feel Bucky’s thrusts grow sloppy as he finishes too, his grunts filling your head and the air almost crushed from your lungs as he holds you close to him. You can feel a beard burn against your neck, a pleasurable sting that you hope lasts the night. Bucky collapses next to you on a groan, and you giggle as he tugs the cover up and over you, grumbling about how he’s not a young man anymore, “You still fuck like a young man though, Bucky.”

You’re tucked up against Bucky’s side now, your favourite position in the world, as his breath slows back down and he kisses the top of your head, “You bring it out of me when you get these ideas, what can I say?”

Your smile could definitely be counted as smug as you lay with your husband of over fifteen years in the dark, but all too soon the glow of post coital bliss starts to dim, and you sigh. There’s only silence, so you sigh again, changing a look at the dim shape of Bucky… before sighing again-

“Doll, stop being in your head and go to sleep.”

“I’m not in  my head!” You lie through your teeth, “I’m just-”

“No, we’re not weird for roleplaying.” Bucky huffs himself, rolls away from you, turns on the lamp, and then rolls back to face you, “Not that we need to, but it keeps us young, right? There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of fun and change in the bedroom. Plus you looked hot as fuck in that skirt, I don’t know how you thought I would be able to control myself.” You grin, still amazed that after all these years he could make you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush, 

“I know we’re not wrong, I just… I don’t need it, you know? I want you to know that. I love us, at any age, at any level of sexual libido.” You lean forwards and peck him on the nose, “I love you.” Bucky actually blushes, and then reaches out and cups the side of your face, his thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek, 

“I love you too, doll. Always have. I don’t mind doing this, it’s fun, especially when Sharon and Sam have taken the kids so we can relax. We’re perfect, no matter what, besides,” Bucky suddenly grins from ear to ear, pushing you back onto your back, “if you think we’re not playing this game again, you the hot MILF in a silk dressing gown, propositioning me, a hot, young gardener-”

“Bucky, what?!” You’re laughing as Bucky pushes open your thighs with his own, “You want to do an ‘oh no I have no money, how can I ever pay’? You’re so old!”

“Not so old I don’t have another go in me tonight, doll,” Bucky swallows another laugh as he kisses you, “there’s a reason why that scenario is a classic, and no one can say I’m not a classic vintage.”

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Fun fact: In EA, elves don't need to lie down to trance.

And sometimes Astarion keeps his book while trancing.

And Gale falls asleep while reading.

And this is my new favourite bug.

Those two really should have a bookclub.

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He just a sweet baby boy that never did anything wrong in his life.

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Are you the method in my madness? Are you the glory in my wrath?

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Hi! Are request still opened ? If so, could you please do banner/dividers with "Read to your own risks" or "You're responsible of your own consumption" ?

If possible, in a neon like style and with all of the different text colours, tumblr lets you use :

It'd be very nice but I totally understand if you don't want to 😊

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Did this for my LaDS fanfic blog but I’m no longer writing so I thought to release them into the wild 😂✌🏻💕🫂. Funny tho… some ppl are already using them🙂‍↕️🤝🏻 feel free fr✨

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overstimulating caleb because he was naughty ?? anyone…?

“shittt!” caleb whimpered out, hands digging into the bedsheets with a deadly grip. his eyes closed, head hung low with a few whines and moans.

“please…!” he squirmed, only to be readjusted by your hand pulling on his collar, “stay still caleb.”

“i’m trying,” caleb sputtered, trying to keep his temper stable. yet his attempts didn’t seem to work as much as he thought, caleb seeing your gaze go from his twitching cock to his face with a stare that sent shivers down his spine.

“…sorry..”

“you better be.”

the position you were in wasn’t anything common to caleb.

he was sat on the edge of the bed, hands behind him, whilst you sat on his thighs, restricting him from moving.

your hand wrapped around his twitching cock, the other hand holding his leash connected to a firm collar that was wrapped around his neck.

caleb had thought that you’d deprive him of cuddles, kisses and scratches. y’know the old stuff! maybe not let him come for a little, you’d never be too rough with him.

but after he destroyed your £2500 purse? the one that you saved up quite a lot of money for?? the one that you’ve only had for a month?

oh, you’ll teach him a lesson. or ten if needed.

overstimulating his poor, poor cock, running your hand up and down his length with a brutal pace, not even letting him relax when he finally came for the umpteenth time.

“please—i can’t no more…” caleb begged, head lowering with a few shaky moans. hands holding yours with pleading eyes.

“you can,”

“i can’t!” he whimpered.

“you can and you will,” you replied, jerking him off faster and faster as his moans increased, hands pushing at your rapidly moving palm.

“hah-ahhh! please i can’t!”

a laugh escaped your mouth before you asked him, “how many is this now?” you saw his brain work overtime before you squeezed his cock harder.

“fuck! oh my—“ caleb shook, eyes tightly shut, “e-eight? nine? maybe…i don’t know master, i’m sorry!”

he heard you tutting at him, “have you not been counting like i asked? tch, naughty dog. we’re at ten.”

“ten! yes ten! i remember…please no more!”

“should i really give you a break caleb?” you pushed him onto the bed, tying his head in front of him before grabbing a deadly weapon. “you thought it was 8…forgot 2 orgasms caleb, sigh i guess that’s two more.”

his eyes widened, “no! no no no no!! i’m sorry! no more! it’s ten! i know now!” he tried to squirm yet you were quicker than that, locking your body around his legs. placing the vibrating cock ring on him, the green colour giving caleb flashbacks to the videos you showed him of what it does to naughty pets like him.

yet his slight fear was easily sensed by you, a small part of you wanting to give into his crocodile tears. your hand went to his cheek, “only two caleb, i’ll give you a break after okay?” you promised, rubbing circles into his chest with your thumb before landing a wet kiss on his lips.

you heard him sob slightly before nodding, “o-only two..no more after that…” a laugh left you once more at his whiny tone, “okay my little pet.”

28/06/25 — i was crying so i decided to make myself feel better :)

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cw !! p!link below the cut! — short blurb based off this + a little more cause i’m horny EIGHTEEN PLUS OMG ITS ON SITE MINORS I SWEAR

he’s grunting and groaning as he fucks you deep and fast — balls slapping your clit with each thrust from behind. he snakes his hand over the spine of your back lightly before he’s tugging on the root of your scalp.

beefy!bucky breeding your wet cunt 😵‍💫😵‍💫 (and he’s so huge)

he pulls you up and against his chest, hotly breathing in your ear with a low moan as he slowly draws his cock out of your cunt and leaves just the tip in. “you’re so fuckin’ tight. you know that?” you groan as he pushes into you deeply, making sure you feel every inch

you don’t have a response you’re too fucked out already

and he knows that

“of course you do — that’s why i wanna breed it so fuckin’ bad, bunny.” he growls as he nips your ear, licking the lobe before trailing hot kisses down your neck and shoulder

his metal hand holds your hip tightly in place while he keeps your held tilted back until he’s pushing you forward again. flesh hand comes to your middle lower back to make you arch, and you do. enough for him to stuff a pillow under your hips

“gotta get the baby makin’ pillow.” you whine as he spreads your ass as you stretch out your arms like a cat against the big bed.

“daddy…” you moan as you look back behind you as he sinks his cock deeper into you, your ass bouncing back onto him.

“yeah — that’s it. you wanna be a mommy, don’t you? suck my cock so fuckin’ good that you’ll be leakin’ for days.” you whine at his words as he lets go of your body and watches you rock onto him — pushing your hips deeper

“that’s it baby, there ya go… help me fuck a baby into you.”

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Sylus needs a break…(+18)

“Baby, please…you need-ah,fuck-needa stop…”

Sylus’ fingers dug into the fat of your thighs as he held you down on his sensitive cock, the smooth motion of your hips coming to a halt. The growing pressure in your tummy disappeared. Your eyes burned in desperation.

“But I want more, Sy.”

Your whines and cries are overlooked, the male under you trying to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell as he tried to straighten out his thoughts. You had been riding him for a while now. His cum drops from your cunt and down his swollen length.

“Needa break, sweet girl…you’re sucking me dry. Taking every last drop.”

The dazed look in your eyes showed how far gone you were.

“Makes me feel so full…so warm. Needed you in me all day.”

He was surprised by the amount of times you came but were still wanting more. Your abdomen was distended by his seed and cock, yet you refused to stop. The back of your thighs was sticky with release, intensifying the plopping sound of skin meeting.

His usually sweet angel had to have been possessed by some unknown sex demon.

His skin was hot and sweaty against your palms. By the way your nails dug into him, he’d surely find little crescent shapes littered across the broad expanse when he looked in the mirror later.

He couldn’t deny that you looked beautiful on top of him. Your skin heated under his touch, your eyes sparkling in delight as you began rocking your hips once more. Your mouth fell open, breaths pushed out of you with each press against your battered cervix.

Slowly, the tension in his body disappeared and his hips bucked up to meet the swirl of your hips. As he got rougher by the second, tits bouncing in his face, a smile spread across your pretty face. Sylus’ heart warmed at the sight.

In the end, how could he deny you when you begged him so sweetly?

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Jonathan Bailey in conversation with Louis Theroux for GQ Heroes 2025

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*opens Baldurs Gate 3*

Baldurs Gate 3:

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# she knows

Scarlett Johansson & Jonathan Bailey Answer The Web's Most Searched Questions

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I wish they could invent a medical device that temporarily transfers your symptoms and pain to the doctor treating you and it worked like a shock collar. “I think light exercise would-.” and then bam they’re rolling around the floor clutching their stomach in agony and dry heaving.

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editing is just you vs. past-you in a duel of questionable comma placement and emotional instability

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You guys just have to trust me on this one and click here okay?

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So beautiful