#Almost in sync in their answers 😉

[hellobuddybradley]

HEAD-TO-HEAD VILLAIN STAR WARS… THING… With Ben & Denise

[misshoneyimhome]

What do you think how Health Maple Leaf intern would react to William breaking his stick? (because that’s hot 🥵)

Would this push her maybe to be a bit more touchy and flirty?

Oh definitely!

I know it’s been rather slow between the health intern and William, I guess that’s just sort of her personality since she’s so mindful of her work 😉 But yes—perhaps this could be a scenario where she feels a bit shocked—much like when he got hurt. However, this time, it’s a different kind of thrill, one that surprises her with how much it turns her on.

There’s something undeniably attractive about watching William break his stick with that raw intensity. It’s a display of his strength, passion, and frustration all at once, and it sends a rush through her body that she can’t ignore. She’s never seen him quite like this before, and the adrenaline of it makes her pulse race in a whole new way.

After the game, when she wants to check up on him to see if he’s okay, the air between them feels charged. He’s not mad anymore, but the energy from the match is still running high, his blood pumping with adrenaline. When she approaches, the tension is palpable, and suddenly, all of the restraint they’ve had between them starts to slip away.

Before she can say much, William’s eyes lock onto hers, and it’s like something snaps in both of them. He pulls her in with such intensity for a deep, passionate kiss, like he’s been waiting for this moment for too long. It’s a kiss that takes her breath away, leaving them both gasping, their lips lingering close as if neither wants to break that connection.

And then, without thinking, she practically jumps into him, crashing their lips together again, this time more urgently. It’s intense, almost sloppy, but they’re both so consumed by the desire, the longing, the need for each other. Hands roam without thought, hearts race in sync, and they lose themselves in that moment, completely overwhelmed by the heat between them 🔥

Hopefully, that sort of answers your question? 😊💕

[sapphic-supernova6]

I love that I'm getting that reaction out of you 🤤 my words are making you feel like this imagine the real thing 🫦 UGH

As you're trying to answer me I slide my entire length into you making it very difficult for you to say anything. I haven't started fucking you yet, right now I'm just keeping it inside you, stuffing you, making you squirm. I can't help the devilish grin that snakes my lips seeing you like this, almost fucked out, out of breath, squirmy, whiney...mmm it turns me feral. I slide my strap out until just the tip is right inside you, take a hold of your thighs and then start thhhhhrusting. Immediate quickened pace, I'm not taking it easy either, I'm giving it to you. Your moans multiply in decibel, if there is anyone around in the neighborhood they're all gonna know who you belong to, aren't they? I'll add to it and make you scream who this pussy belongs to, "go ahead dear, who's is it? I want them to hear it." I grab your hips and even further quicken my pace and add more force to my thrusts. You're losing control of your body again as you feel the knot in your core intensely build up. As I continue with this rythym I've worked you into, I lean down and bite, suck and lick at your neck, definitely leaving beautiful little marks all over, ensuring you wont be forgetting about this night any time soon. At the same time I'll also have one of your nipples pinched in-between my fingers and my other hand will find its way to your clit to press and rub all kinds of shapes. You're getting stimulation all over now, you're done for 😉 Needless to say....you're about to peak. "You gonna soak me, beautiful?" And as the words escape my lips, your head falls back into the mattress, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you start squirting and cumming all over me and the bed making an absolute mess. And oh it has me going so I don't stop, I told you this is gonna make me cum so I just need you to take it a little longer, okay? I keep thrusting at the same pace, the base of my strap hitting me in the perfect spot every time I bottom out into you, your moans and noises filling up my ears waking up every one of my nerves. You're being so good for me, taking it letting me use you at this point for my own pleasure. It's not much longer before it all has me at the top of my own peak. I keep fucking you to ride out my high and when I come down I slide out of you slowly, look down at the sight of you again and bite my lip. 🫦 Both of our chests heaving, moans of pleasure still escaping your lips, I lean down and crash our mouths together in a wet, lingering kiss. Our lips part and with euphoric grins spread over our faces and our chests rising and falling in sync, I look down at you and say "fuuuck, that was so *takes in deep breath* so hot, mmm"

This was basically the end of how this whole scene played out in my mind, sorry if this was one was a little bit longer 🫣 I won't add a question to this one though, I'll just have to figure out what else I need to know in other waaays hehe 🤭

The urge to come out of anonymity 😳

holy fuck, that is one hell of an imagination you've got. oh my fucking god, I should nooooot have read this at work because it had me squirming ALL. fucking. day. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

go on then, be brave. I dare you. I am dying to know who you are 😳

[early20sfailingplenty]

vincent cuddle blurb mayhaps??

Kol !!! So excited to write for you!!!! I took some inspo from your recent posts and made this v much a comfort thing, and bc of that I figured why not go all the way and make this personalised???? I hope you like it and if not then please let me know & I'll make you something else! I do also have another personalised piece in the works for you so there's more to come!💖

This is NOT a reader insert fic!!! Kol / "you" used to refer to reader and he/they pronouns used!

Word count: 1, 220 (you said a blurb but uhhhh woops my hand slipped😉😉😉)

You just wanted to lay with Vincent in the dark and forget about the world. No, more than that... oh, more than that, you wanted to lay down with Vincent in the dark and the warm, to feel those strong arms around you, that broad chest pressed up against you, those dark locks you loved to brush out intermingling with your own until you couldn't tell your hair from his, your limbs from his.

You wanted to sink into Vincent and never resurface.

All of your thoughts of him were safe inside you, just as all of his thoughts of you were safe within Vincent, too. Your love for one another kept you both safe, kept you alive and well within the decaying confines of Ambrose, just as much a graveyard was it for the living as well as for the deceased.

With so much work to do and nothing left to say, you almost staggered your way down the wax encased stairs which led to Vincent's basement. The golden glow of the hundreds of the candles which were strategically placed along the walls of the staircase cast long black, distorted shadows which flickered almost in sync with the many little flames. The heat grew stronger and stronger with every pace and it matched the heat within you, the burning for Vincent and for everything he was to you.

Soft notes of the opera Vincent was listening to drifted across the walls and filtered into your ears, caressing your mind and soothing the screaming within you from the inside out, so calming was the effect which Vincent and the things you associated with him had on you.

In a haze of love and want did you finally reach the bottom step and you stood there for a time marked only by the roaring in your head and the slightly uneven breathing which was coming from you, logically you knew, but it sounded like it originated from someone stood beside you; you were beginning to fall outside of yourself. If you were lost at sea, then Vincent was your anchor.

You were ripped out of your silent reverie by the sound of footsteps; worn boots on a wax covered floor which approached you with confidence. A wax encrusted hand came into view and with tender firmness did a thumb and forefinger tilt your chin up until your dark eyes met Vincent's solo blue one. The question in his eye was obvious but you didn't know how to answer him. How could you, when your words had run dry just as your tears always ended up doing, and you knew not how to vocalise that which followed you every moment of every day?

Vincent huffed and you smiled. It was an unhappy gesture, one tinged with desperation for something more, something new, something different to this. "Yeah, I don't know what I need, either."

Vincent shook his head and held his hands palm up in front of you to get your attention before he moved with certainty, his hands so firm in their gestures that you heard him in a clipped tone. "I know what my boyfriend needs. Cuddles. Touch. Warmth. To forget." As Vincent finished off his small but oh, so important list, his hand slipped into yours and he tugged you deeper and deeper into his basement. It reminded you of the Phantom of the Opera for just a split second; a tall, dark man with a mask leading the one he loved down a dark, candlelit hallway, but you shook the thought off. You, for once, for once, had a moment in reality which was better than your dreams and you wanted to savour it.

Jonesy, the sweet girl, was sprawled across the bed, and Vincent held his right hand over the left side of his body and moved it through the air like a hot knife through butter. Jonesy grumbled but she moved to the foot of the bed, and Vincent patted her head affectionately as the both of you laid down and got comfortable. Jonesy shuffled around some more and ended up resting her head on Vincent's ankle. The man huffed in content to have his dog and his partner with him on the same bed, occupying the same space.

"Come here," Vincent's hands were sluggish now, as if every word was an effort, and you realised that he was just as tired in all ways as you were, and like a moth to a flame were you drawn to one another. In this scenario, you were both the moth and the flame alike; the darknesses in you answered the other's call until all that remained was a beam of light, bringing the both of you together and keeping you there, side by side where arguably did you belong.

You smiled and shuffled over to Vincent, who wrapped you up in his arms and huffed a breath deliberately against your dark hair. He meant, "closer".

"Vin, honey, I can't get much clo - "

Vincent shook his head and simultaneously tugged you into him and pushed himself into you until you practically collided into one another. Not a sheet of paper could have come between your bodies and you cherished the way every part of Vincent was pressed against every part of you. Your fingers played with the seam of his mask but you didn't remove it, seeing that to be an act of physical assault if it was without his permission. Vincent sensed your thoughts, as it seemed he always did, and he nodded. Just once - decisiveness.

You lifted the mask carefully, slowly, presenting Vincent with every opportunity to change his mind, but he didn't. He didn't.

As his beautiful scarred visage came full into view, the concaved parts of his forehead seeming deeper due to the way the candles played with the shadows, you smiled with a heart full of love. "There you are." The fondness in your voice, oh, but it sent Vincent's heart aflutter and he blushed, pushing forward until his face was burrowed in the crook of your neck, his lips pressing once, twice, thrice against where your heart beats could be felt through your skin. It was an, "I love you".

You nestled into Vincent, wrapped your arms tight around him, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, the outline of his teeth against his lips from the sheer tender force of his affection towards you, his Kol. Jonesy made a small noise and shuffled further up the bed until she rested against Vincent's knee, one of her paws draped over to touch your leg, too, and you reached across Vincent to stroke her head.

"Love you so much, Vin."

An 'mmff' was all you got out of your boyfriend, but you heard everything he said and everything he didn't. Vincent always did his best to give you what you wanted, what you most needed, and most of the time he did it without even realising it. The warmth of him and the many candles which scattered around the basement, the true weight of his body, the softness of his lips, the depth of the love you held for one another...

... The screaming within you had quieted just enough that you didn't even notice it start to fade away.

But Vincent had.

[kazesuke]

Woo kink meeeme time! how bout 6 with Theo + Arthur? Thank you 💖

Hope you enjoy anon and also the other 2 people who requested this, you all have good taste 😉

Pairing: Theo/Arthur/MC Rating: E Content: spit roasting, double penetration, deep throating, vaginal sex, polyamory

“I don’t know, hondje, do you think you’ve been a good girl?” 

She nodded quickly, the two of them driving her mad. Arthur’s fingers were warm, his grip hard on her hips as he rocked his cock against her slick pussy. The head bumped and teased her clit, making her tremble and moan as she tried to keep herself up on all fours.

He was so close to where she wanted him, where he wanted to be. She tried once more to push back and let his cock teasing against her wet hole. 

“Uh, uh, uh, not yet, luv. Be a good girl and answer Theo.” She bit back her whine, cheeks flushed as she looked up at Theo. 

The hard lines of his muscles glistened with sweat, his cock hard, ready and waiting for her mouth as he rubbed the tip against her lips, her chin. His eyes almost impossibly dark with desire. “N - not really.” 

Theo smirked. “Exactly, you’ve been a brat.” His gaze moved away from hers as his hand slid to the back of her neck. 

Some silent agreement passed between the two men before Arthur sank into her hot and thick, her mouth dropping open on a gasp. Theo took full advantage and tugged her forehead, his cock stretching her lips as he slipped inside, fingers tangling a tight grip in her hair. 

“Fuck-” One of them hissed, maybe both of them as her body clenched around Arthur’s cock. Even now they tortured her, their thrusts slow, almost tentative. Theo’s cock would slip deeper down her throat as Arthur withdrew before he filled her pussy once more, Theo sliding his cock from her mouth until she could only desperately tongue the tip of it to entice him back. 

Their thrusts built in speed and harshness until she could barely catch her breath in the dizzying pleasure. Her nose brushed against the soft trail of hair that led to Theo’s cock as each thrust pushed him all the way deep down her throat and she could more feel than hear the slap of skin as Arthur’s hips met her ass with each thrust into her wet pussy. 

They’d slipped into sync with each other, both cocks filling her at the same time and seeming to leave her double as empty before she was filled again. Her mind blanked with nothing but pleasure as she tried to focus on the little things like drawing breath and the heat in her stomach and the shake of her limbs. 

Her moans were muffled, gagged and cut short but their constant pushing and pulling that only made the pleasure burn hotter. Her orgasm caught her almost completely by surprise as the right spot suddenly sent her tumbling over the edge. 

She really did shake and moan loudly between them, sure she would have screamed if her mouth weren’t full of Theo’s cock. Arthur’s hips stuttered and his thrusts shortened before he pulled her sharply down on his cock. She felt him pulse inside her, sure that with how violently her pussy still clenched and trembled in orgasm that some of his essence was sure to slip down her thighs. 

Theo panted above her, something still smug despite the deep flesh of exertion and pleasure on his cheeks before he thrust once more down her throat and spilt every last drop he had. As he slowly pulled out she weakly swallowed every last drop she could.

They both eased out of her, letting her gently down on the bed as warm hands rubbed and warmed her stuff limbs, soft murmurs and kisses raining down on her body. Arthur snickered when he kissed somewhere a little too sensitive and she jumped, whining softly. The noise of pain told her Theo had given his hair a quick tug or his arm a quiet pinch. 

“Wanker.” Arthur muttered, and she opened her bleary eyes to see the familiar put upon pout. 

She just watched them fondly, smiling as she let the kindness and warmth of them wash over her hazy mind.