#ough. Licks them

[potato-lord-but-not]

Hello stranger. If you want to draw Holy Ghosts, have you considered perhaps some sort of western AU? The tassels, the chaps, the bolo ties...

Ough I’m considering. I mean look at them

also drew John and Arthur bc I think about them believe it or not.

They own a bar and Arthur plays piano while John does literally everything else. Idk what Noel and Oscar do they just go do their silly cowboy stuff (make out in a field)

[dee-daa]

fuck i love happy trails

[thedevilsoftruth]

Ok ok ok hear me out - feral Bucky who is exhausted and grumpy and mad at everyone and can only be soothed by his mouth on your tits and his dick in your pussy…and it starts with just cockwarming but he cums and then he cums again and AGAIN cause super soldier and ohhhhh extra fat bonus points if he REALLY wants to put a baby inside you with all that super soldier cum

(I’m so sorry, I’m ovulating😭)

Ough anon I am OBSESSED with this request. I'm pretty sure I'm like... The guy you go to when you want breeding Bucky fics. Idk I just write them a lot and idk why lmao. Funny you mention this because I am ALSO ovulating. I'm an absolute freak, I hear the words 'bucky' and 'breeding' and 'breast play' in the same sentence and I cum running faster than the fastest man on earth. But here you go, baby. I got a little carried away when writing it (sorry I made it congressman bucky btw I'm not sure how on board you are with that being apart of it)🤭 enjoy!!!

Stress relief

Congressman! J. B. Barnes x Afab! reader.

Sum: Bucky had a tough day at work. So what does he do to help with the stress? Give his pretty girl a baby. 💜

Smut tags: light impact play kink, cock warming, heavy breast play, breeding kink, degrading, name calling (slut) overstimulation, mentions of reader ovulating, squirting, the theme is cum. (Restrain me please) Not beta read!!

W/c - 1.6k

Song recommended: Cherry Pie (I need a freak) by Insane Clown Posse.

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He'd been so angry all day. He'd been stomping around and huffing like he was an angry toddler who has just been denied their favorite treat. Everyone and everything was pissing him off. You could it was bad when he had yelled at an aide that morning. But now, he had his only down time until he had to work again stupid ass early in the morning. His way of relieving his stress? Calling you to his study to keep him warm while he signs paperwork he's supposed to get turned in the next morning. It started out simple; just you sitting on his cock and keeping your mouth shut so he could focus like he asked. Until he started rutting into you like a caveman with his hands on your hips and his mouth on your tits.

You were wearing one of the tank tops you normally wore to bed, expect this one was baby pink and was worn thin, so brushing his hand over your breasts felt like he was touching your actual skin. He wasn't one for pink, but fuck, it looked so good on you. How he could complain when it felt so good to suck your pretty pink, swollen nipple into his mouth while he came into you for the second time in the past thirty minutes.

You were squirming on his lap, his hands gripping bruises into your skin as his lips pulled on your nipple. Little tiny whimpers left your mouth as his tongue flicked up your bud, the thick, milky hot cum from his last load dripping from your over-stuff cunt. His mouth left your breast with a wet pop, and he brought his flesh hand up to take your flesh into his hand, his pussy-drunken eyes admiring the way you spill out in his hand. You moaned loud as he dipped his head back down and licked a thick strip up your other breast with his fat tongue. His beard was brushing your skin in the most perfect way possible, and the sensations just got even better when two thick vibranium fingers began circling your throbbing clit. A loud gasp left your mouth, and your back arched into his mouth as if begging for more.

"Sensitive?" He asks as if the answer isn't directly in front of him. You nod weakly, and press your hand into his chest, your fingers brushing his red wine tie.

"Baby," you whine, your voice pitched and making his cock twitch inside you. "Can't take anymore. Too much."

He looks at you like you just said the stupidest fucking thing he'd ever heard.

"Don't care." He grunts, big hands moving to cup your ass as he stands up and pulls you with him. Your mind short circuits and you panic as he begins heading towards the door.

"You told me you were ovulating just two seconds ago. You don't get to back out of things like that. Not after I've had the day I'm having." He tells you, throwing you down onto the bed, his hands already scrambling to tear your tank top off your body. He's crowding you into the headboard, barley giving you any space to breathe as he's instructing you to put your arms up. The tiny thing slips off your body easily, and Bucky's face twists into a sick, twitched sadistic smile as your tits bounce free.

"Spread your fuckin' legs." He says, leaning down to suck on your neck eagerly. You gasp and your hands fly to his chest.

"Bucky..." You breath. He slaps your breast with a metal hand, the impact of it leaving you gasping and shocked. Your skin quickly reddens where he struck you, and a beautiful light sting prickles up your flesh.

"Open." He says darkly and low, tapping your thigh. You gulp hard and obey, shaky legs hesitantly spreading open in front of your perfect lover. He growls when you do so, looking down between your bodies. He sits up and gives his angry red cock a few pumps with his fist. Your thighs nearly clench together at the sight, but you know better than to disobey him.

"Such a good fucking girl." He growls slapping his cock against your messy cunt, making you whimper. He runs his already leaky cockhead up and down your aching clit a few times before he finally sinks himself into you, all with a loud, gutteral groan that makes your pussy flutter.

"Always take me so good like the perfect little slut you are for me." He mutters through gritted teeth, pulling his hips back a bit before he slowly sunk into you. When he bottomed out, it was with a very loud moan that could be heard from the outside of the house.

"You gonna take it? Hmm?" He grunts, pushing so deep into you that you swear it makes you black out for a moment. "Gonna let me fill you up and breed this sloppy, pathetic little cunt?" His pace quickens, his hips snapping into yours at a perfect rate and precision that has your eyes fluttering shut and your hands gripping his forearms like you need it to survive.

"With the amounts of times you've cum in me, I'm sure you already have me bred." You spit under your breath, almost angrily and out of spite. He smack your breasts again and you yelp.

"What was that?" He inquired, his voice low in that tone that told you he was mad and feeling mean. You gulp and scramble, shaking your head.

"N-nothing." Is all you say, your eyes widening at him in fear. He laughs at you, cold and dark.

"That's what I thought."

He grips the headboard then slams into you, his cock brushing and kissing against every single part of your pretty pussy that makes you squirm. You put your hand on his chest, your back arching and your mouth falling open in a silent 'o' shape. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him into you impossibly deeper and making the both of you moan.

He leans down and takes a pebbled nipple into his mouth once more, and your body cannot stop the way your legs shake around his hips or the loud cries and whines that leave your mouth.

"Bucky," you whine, wrapping your arms around his back and clawing at his skin with long fingernails. He groans into your skin as he kisses the peak of your breast, his eyes rolling back in pleasure at the sensation. "Dont stop, baby. Please--oh fuck, feels so good."

He looks up at you and pulls his cock out of you a few Inches before he slams back into you.

"Yeah?" He pulls back from your breasts and taps your clit with a metal finger before he rubs harsh circles into it. Your legs fly into the air Instinctively before they fall back down onto his waist. Your fingernails dig deeper into his back. He rubs harder, and the walls of your pussy squeeze him hard.

"Ohohoho." He laughs cruelly. "That's the spot, inn'it, sweet girl?" He continues circling it, going faster by the second--all along with his cock fucking into so deep, and you swear you see god for a minute.

"Yeah, yeah. Gonna fuck--cum--ah!! Shit!" You nod along, but right as you're telling him about your impending orgasm, you cut yourself off as you come crashing onto him hard and fast. The walls of your cunt clamp down on him like they're scared he's going to run away, and hot cum comes spurring out of you wildly. The milky liquid squirts onto your lovers pelvis, and he moans like he was the one cumming.

"Holy fucking shit, babydoll." He groans, his head lulling back as he slowly, deliberately starts thrusting into you again. He slaps your pretty pussy a few times with his flesh hand before he really starts picking up speed again.

"Gotta fucking fill you up again after that one." He says, giving you one harsh thrusts that hits your cervix. You scream and your eyes roll into the back of your head your hips shaking uncontrollably at the overstimulation. He holds you down with a metal arm.

"Nuh-uh. You stay right fucking there, slut." He slurps messy kiss from the back of your ear to the crook of your neck. "Pretty pussy needs to be rewarded with a warm, thick load after cumming all over me like that, don't you agree?"

You whine, your pussy making pathetic little squelching sounds as he pumps sloppy, fast thrusts into you. The wet, lewd noises have your head spinning and your pussy fluttering at how fucking obscure it is. All you can do is nod along to whatever he says, though you're too fucked out to even know what you're agreeing too.

"Good fucking girl." He praises, his cock slamming into you hard. "Gonna get you so nice and round and--fuck!" He cuts himself off when his cock twitched sweetly before thick, hot ropes of his seed start flooding into you. His hands shoot down to the backs of your thighs, and he lifts your your legs a little so he could watch himself drip into you.

"Good god," he swears under his breath, his mind going blank at the milky ring forming at the base of his cock. "If only you could see this." He chuckles, nudging his hips forward and making you whine loud.

"Bucky---"

"Shh, baby, let me fuck it into you. Gotta make sure it sticks." He hushes you, leaning down to kiss you hard as he slowly rolls his hips forward, fucking his cum up and into you deeply.

[leighsartworks216]

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Zayne x gn!Reader x Sylus

In my heart of hearts I fucking know Sylus has a thing for when Zayne speaks medical

Thank you @unknown-ends for inspiring this one cuz ough it lowkey consumed me

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: fluff, smut, polyamory, oral sex, kissing, biting, blow/hand job, cuddling, aftercare, banter, teasing, cum eating/swallowing, literal sleeping together, established relationship, licking

Word Count: 2,116

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Zayne glares at Sylus. "What are you doing?" he hisses.

Sylus has the audacity to pull that smug grin on him, at the same time he pulls the blankets down Zayne's body, slips his hands under his pajama shirt to feel the lean muscle of his stomach. "You're having trouble sleeping - I want to help. It's as simple as that."

Zayne looks pointedly over at you, only a couple feet away, back facing him. You're fast asleep and completely oblivious to what's happening on the other side of the bed. "We could wake them up-"

"And?" Sylus leans down, eyes still locked on the doctor, to kiss just above his naval. "They can join in if they need a sleep aid." A brush of his teeth, just enough to have Zayne shuddering beneath him. "I'm happy to assist."

Zayne becomes momentarily transfixed by the sight of his partner. The warm glide of his hands as they push his shirt up to stay bunched under his pecs and hook fingers around his waistband to tug down the front of his sleep pants. His tongue follows the path of his happy trail, swirling around the fine hair and lapping hot and wet at his skin, all the way down to his pubic bone. No doubt Sylus can feel the growing need in his pants as it rises to bump lightly against his throat and chin, if the dark cloud shadowing his eyes is any indicator. Still, he can't help looking over at you again. If they were to accidentally wake you up, what would you think? What would you do or say? Would you be annoyed at them? Would you join them? Would you be completely indifferent? He tries to weigh every scenario, but it becomes increasingly difficult the more aware of Sylus's breaths fanning across his skin he becomes.

A hand reaches up to guide him back to looking down the length of his body, at the man straddling over his legs, now tucked partially under the blanket. "You can say no," he says, voice even and silently promising the dismount that comes with his honest refusal. "Or, you can tell me just why sucking you off will work to put you to sleep."

His ears flush red. He stares at Sylus, contemplating, weighing his options, for one breath - two. And then he nods, almost imperceptibly, swallowing down the saliva pooling in his mouth.

Quietly, in that steady, methodical tone he usually speaks in when discussing anything medical, he whispers, "During ejaculation, men release several brain chemicals."

Sylus hums, pleased, and sets quickly to work. He pulls his pants down, dragging his underwear with them, over his half-erect cock. He studies the veins and curve as he pushes Zayne's legs apart to settle between them. "Keep going."

"Norepinephrine, serotonin, oxytocin, vasopressin, nitric oxide, and prolactin, which has been-" His words choke off, caught by the delicate press of lips to the length of his cock. Several left in a row, from the base to the tip. Ruby eyes implore him not to stop. He lets out a shaky breath. "-linked to the feeling of sexual satisfaction."

His cock twitches to life. Sylus rubs the soft skin of his inner thighs, his hip, all while pressing those maddening pecks along its length. He ducks down, kissing down the underside of his shaft, down to the hanging weight of his scrotum. His large nose bumps up against his cock as he lazily sucks one of the testes, humming his satisfaction at the taste of Zayne's skin.

Zayne's fingers tangle in Sylus's hair, grasping lightly, though the strain in his hold shows just how much tighter he wishes to hold on. It's a fight against his self-control; his ability to stay even-minded in this moment. It's a losing battle when Sylus is his opponent, but one he fights nonetheless. Sylus reaches up to hold his other hand, fingers laced together, thumb stroking his scars.

"Prolactin levels are naturally higher during sleep, so it is likely that its release during orgasm leads to the feeling of sleepiness. Additionally, oxytocin and vasopressin, also released during ejaculation, are also associated with sleep, and frequently accompany the release of melatonin."

Sylus releases his testicle with a shimmering splotch of saliva. He licks up the entire length of his cock, all the way to the tip, now leaking precum in glistening pearls onto his stomach. His tongue dips into the slit, lips closing around it to suck daintily. Zayne grips tighter at his hair, cheeks flushed and breath heavier as he chokes out the final reason:

"Oxytocin is also t-thought to reduce stress levels, which could lead to relaxation and sleepiness."

Sylus squeezes Zayne's hand. It's all he can do to stay silent as the heat of his mouth engulfs his cock, head tossed back and teeth biting cheek to hold back the sounds in his throat. He stays there for a moment, too. Swallowing around the girth of his dick, flattening his tongue along the thick vein on the bottom, staring up at his partner's reactions. Long enough to have the fingers in his hair tighten further and tug, begging him to move.

He's slow as he pulls off. Teasing, savoring the moment, the weight and taste of his partner on his tongue. He hollows his cheeks and sucks down again. Rising and falling at a steady pace. Not fast, just enough to have Zayne breathing heavily through his nose and squeezing him with his thighs. The wet sounds seem far louder in the quiet of the bedroom, mixed with his breaths and the quiet sounds of pleasure that rumble in Sylus's chest.

You can't say for certain what it was that woke you up. If it was the noise, or the slight shaking of the bed, or just your subconscious latching on to what's happening behind you. Either way, you blink blearily into the darkness, turning over to see what's going on. The glint of Sylus's eyes flicker to you, amused. Zayne's eyes are shut, or far too lidded to see anything other than Sylus's ministrations on his cock. A warmth, little more than a match-flame, alights within you, but the exhaustion from the day is far greater than it. The usual arousal you'd feel when seeing your partners so intimate is instead replaced with adoration. Love for these two men you can call yours, joy at seeing them together despite the differences they've faced in the past.

Zayne startles when he feels the mattress shift under your weight. You close the distance between you and him, pressing your chest against his arm, cupping his cheek in your hand to turn his face toward you. He's flushed so bright, from embarrassment and arousal. "I apologize for waking you, I-"

You shush him softly as you kiss his lips. Where Sylus's mouth is heated and passionate in its actions, yours is languid and sweet, sleepy and lazy. He sighs with soft relief into your mouth, the tension of being caught melting away. Your thumb strokes over his cheekbones, fingers curling under his jaw, behind his ear, brushing the mess of dark hair with tender care.

Sylus pulls off of him with a pop, dipping his head to lick up the puddle of precum from his stomach. Zayne pulls away with a shuddering breath. He presses his face into your neck, and you run your fingers through his hair. "Our poor doctor here needed some help falling asleep," Sylus muses between licks.

You hum softly. Zayne's hair is so soft, even dampened slightly with sweat. You kiss his temple, eyes closed, at peace. "Was cuddling not an option?"

"Certainly not the first one that came to mind," Zayne retorts dryly. Sylus nips at his skin, eliciting a hiss from your partner. "We can take this elsewhere so we don't continue to interrupt your rest."

"Nmm, no, it's okay."

Sylus takes his hand from Zayne's thigh to hold your calf, rubbing affectionate circles into your leg with his thumb. "I would offer my services to you, beloved, but I don't think you'll need them."

You laugh quietly, cut off by a yawn. "Another night, maybe." You turn to look down at Sylus, Zayne still breathing in hot pants against your neck, his cock still painfully erect and needy, glistening with saliva and pre-spend. "Keep going."

There's no command, no force behind your words, but Sylus takes them as a strict order nonetheless. He smirks wickedly up at you just before he takes Zayne's dick back into his mouth, bobbing along the length.

Zayne lets out a strangled, choked sound. Devastatingly beautiful. You brush his hair back, tug lightly on the strands to pull him from your neck. His mouth finds yours straight away. Tongue licks needily at the seam of your lips, but he follows the pace you set without hesitation. The dynamic between the rhythm of Sylus's mouth and the caress of yours makes his head feel light.

Your hand trails down his neck, along his sternum, over his shirt, until you're able to slip it under the bunched up hem. It's all too easy to find the perky bud of his nipple. And oh so wonderful hearing the sounds he makes as you circle it with your fingers, press against it, pinch it, pull it. His fingers tighten in Sylus's hair for support. You barely pull away to leave light kisses on his top and bottom lip, mouth parted around his heavy breaths.

Sylus's hand leaves your leg. It glides over Zayne's hip before he wraps it around the base of his cock, his mouth focused on the swollen head. He tongues at the leaking slit and the ridge of the tip, fisting his cock up and down at a pace faster than his mouth moves. Zayne strains to watch even as the burning ecstasy in his abdomen contorts his face, growing overwhelming, determined to watch the final moments of his treatment.

You bury your face in his neck in turn, mouthing lazily at the soft skin there. You can feel the thrum of his heart against your lips. Fast and eager, waiting for the fall at the end of this cliff.

And fall he does. With strained, stifled whimpers, he cums into the hot mouth of your partner. Sylus's brows pinch together, eyes closing, as he takes the full heft of Zayne into his mouth again, his cockhead shooting cum against the back of his open throat. Zayne subconsciously rolls his hips up, chasing the friction, nearly making Sylus gag.

Sylus pulls off of his cock for the final time tonight. He's panting, trying to catch his breath around a swallow. His eyes are lidded with satisfaction, the blankets falling around him as he sits up to take in the beautiful sight laid out before him.

Zayne, hair a mess, skin shimmering with a thin layer of sweat, panting heavily, head tilted back with his eyes shut, trying to come back down to earth. And you, tracing lines and patterns against his stomach, nevermind the mess, eyes closed and content, nuzzling against his shoulder.

Sylus slips out, blankets pushed to the foot of the bed, and disappears in the bathroom. When he returns with a wet cloth, his lover's breaths have calmed down. One arm wraps around your back, holding you close, as the other sits empty at his side, as though waiting for Sylus's hand to fit within it once more. He watches sleepily as the mess on his stomach is cleaned up, shivering as the cold bedroom air chills the sheen of water left behind.

Sylus's warm, rough hands slip his underwear and sleep pants back up onto his hips. Slip his shirt back down with knuckles brushing down his abs, and draw the blanket back up. He leans down to press a soft, lingering kiss to Zayne's lips. The salty taste of himself on his lips sends a trill down his spine.

"Thank you," he breathes lowly into the space between them.

"Happy to help," Sylus responds with a teasing grin. He leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. You're already fast asleep. "Sweet dreams, snowflake."

Zayne watches the hulking figure of his partner leave the bedroom, unresolved bulge in his own pants. As he turns to the side to fully curl up with you, the heady scent of sex tickling his nose with your shampoo and Sylus's cologne, he thinks of all the ways he can return the favor in the morning. He falls asleep with images of Sylus's face pinched, head thrown back, mouth hinged open around guttural groans, and an invisible weight on his tongue.

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[bleedingichorhearts]

Hi, can I request some Sanguinius x reader smut where reader have her period and let Sanguinius help her but she was so delicious that the Great Angel overstimulated her almost to the unconscious state

“Ough, the best vampire of that universe. He shall get his meal, and you? Some well deserved rest.” - Ichor

TW // Smut, Oral, Period, Hint of Breeding.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

Whines leave your mouth as you grasp the Great Angel below you that was eating you out. Your hands tugging a bit harshly on his glorious hair that felt like silk between your shaking fingers and legs: body quaking in merciless overstimulation. Eyes unfocused, but stuck on the scene this Angel was putting you through.

His face was painted with your blood. Smeared across his soft cheeks and would be dripping down his chin if he didn’t lick it all up. You would have been disgusted, mostly in yourself for even allowing such a… messy session, but you couldn’t exactly deny your lovers hunger in his eyes. To see that flicker of something primal within them, and to feel on cloud 9 after he would pull you back down on his mouth for a more generous taste. His hands wrapping around your thighs and backside with ease, and pulling you right back into his mouth.

“S-Sanguinius!” You moan out his name for the first 100th time tonight, or you swear it was morning? Either way, he was eating you out for a long time. So long that you were losing your own breath, and couldn’t even feel your legs anymore. “Sanguinius, please.”

You’re not sure what had made him to become so… feral: eyes wandering quickly, tongue licking his teeth… Not that you were complaining too much, but… you don’t exactly have the physique of a damn Primarch; A vampire one especially. Your body was out of commission at around… what was it? 10-15 climax’s? You don’t remember, but you know it beats your original record. That would be nowhere near an Primarchs’ record.

“Stay Still.” His words sounds like he’s growling at you. Hands squeezing into the shivering flesh of your thighs. His eyes looking up at you, watching you with a certain, ravenous gleam that makes your spine shiver instead. The nerves in your body prickling with arousal and numbness. “Don’t want me to go hungry now, would you?”

Fuck, you certainly would if this is how he would express this hunger to you. You would want him to go hungry so he could have his fill of you and only you. To feel this primality again. Well, maybe when you can handle the Primarch and all of his glory, but that is hard given he keeps having to confine with planets that were lightyears away, and that he definitely is much more powerful than you in all aspects. Though, you suppose it’s a nice, filling stretch once you find yourself underneath him.

“Oh, but if you have all of me. You would have nothing left to savor.” You counter his words, feeling how your sensitive skin twitches. Groaning softly when he rolls his tongue once more inside of you before backing off to nuzzle against your thighs. Unable to feel the slick of juices, saliva and blood he had consumed and painted you with.

“Hmm, there is truth to your words.” He hums, kissing your left thigh. His fangs brushing over the buzzing flesh. “Can I not greed for the being that gives themselves so freely?”

“That’s not what I-” You sigh, trying to calm yourself as this seemed like that only time he would pause himself. “I greed for you just as you greed for me. Besides, if you kept eating me out. I would probably won’t have another weekly month to indulge you with, and I might pass out as I am… smaller than you.”

He seems to perk up at your words for a moment, mulling them over. His mouth opening as his tongue goes over his fangs like a canine. “You’re exquisite, love. Yet, I have another idea to keep your monthly troubles away.”

“Oh?” You breathe, raising up your head to look down at the Great Angel with an arched eyebrow. His own body crawling up to put you in his shadow as his hair becomes a curtain. Your legs wide for the Primarch to fit between them. His lips turning up into a smile before he descends upon you. Kissing you softly for a man that hungers for things unnatural.

“Though, do not mistake my hunger for you. That, is eternal.”

“@kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.”

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[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

alpha nagi not understanding whats so great about ruts and why anyone would care about them until he experiences his first one around beta reader.

ANON I S2G I WAS HAVING CRAZY BRAINWORMS ABT THIS YESTERDAY???

great minds think alike i suppose but beta reader and alpha nagi just make so much sense…. but specifically this scenario…. ough i do think nagi gets more whiny during his ruts than traditional aggressive but he’s still like typical alpha forceful. he’s so red and flush the whole time and his pupils are so dilated

you have to be sober and take care of him but he Needs To Be Inside Of You and won’t let you off of him for like days on end. you go to the kitchen and make him food and he’ll fuck you very desperately while you’re bent over the counter. doesn’t pull out when you sleep. you go shower and he corners and fucks you there too. u were tricked into thinking he’d be way lazier but alas the ruts get to him

like he’s both well behaved and not at all ?? because he’s just unimaginably needy but he’s still just doing what he wants somewhat drunken and apologetic. he’s so spoiled. he won’t bite your nape and isn’t at risk of that but he will like. lick it over and over and nuzzle it i think. in general i hc betas having faint scents and i think nagi still gets really into yours even tho u keep saying you’re not an omega

he gets upset when you say that trying to deter him from scent marking you. like you reek of him for weeks after HANDNGJSB. his ruts are genuinely the worst ahsjndj he has both pre-rut and post-rut neediness like nothing else. his dick is sore but whatever home he’s been fucking is worse off by a mile like you are sore sore. bc even if he’s not fucking you he’s sitting you on his face without and breaks and jacking off hard

it’s hard for him bc i think his ruts were mostly managed by suppressants and were not all that bad before dating even without. like a short three days. for an alpha too his scent is pretty mild so it’s rare people can tell even if he has do stuff during. but dating already changes his sex drive so completely

his ruts are just an extension of that. and nagi is a pretty shameless bastard but even he gets embarrassed when the fog clears. hulking 6’3 man cuddling into your shoulder with a single sorry after he finally pulls out HASNFJWH and u can’t even be mad bc he seems genuinely apologetic. if it’s the first rut it feels kinda ego boosting to hear that you’re pretty much the sole cause of this change 💀💀

i said he is spoiled but i do think he stops taking suppressants after that, bc he’d need them stronger to manage. he switches to contraception and lets his ruts happens cause it feels good even if it makes him crazy.

[jinuaei]

https://www.tumblr.com/jinuaei/782991355219771392/so-which-bot-do-you-guys-think-would-overload-all?source=share

It's gonna be Overlord 1000%

The man is a certified freak

Moreover, I think, that may not even be his transfluid. He doesn't give a frag, just slurping it up crazy style.

It may even be Rung, who overloads, and Overlord will just storm in at random, simply to lick them clean, bc he doesn't care, who sees or judges. Meanwhile, Tarn is crying in a designated cuck corner🤭

TARN NO!!! Not again LMAOOOO

But oh my Primus Overlord WOULD, actual freak behaviour. Can't even have one moment of peace fragging a bot because Overlord (and Tarn) will be behind the doors, maybe even inside the walls just listening to yall.

I'm going to give my baby Tarn some dignity back by saying that I BELIEVE that considering he is good to you (and in extension to Rung), reader would definitely let him join in the fun (I would let him join 100%) since he'd look so pitiful waiting outside that you would feel bad and let him join, even if he's just gently holding you in position for Rung.

WALL SEX BUT TARN IS THE WALL, because he is an actual brick wall (and is also bricked). Additionally, he'd also be a good 'bed'. Fuck Rung on top of him tbh, I think both of you would fit. Fuck on top of him while he jerks himself off OUGH Maybe brace yourself on his digits as his thumb caresses your cheek in reverence. Just please fuck him he deserves to not be in the cuck chair anymore 😔(I swear if this keeps going I might have to write something about his paralyzing voice and cucking the others...OUgh imagine the mind fuckery that would be)

Bukkake session with the LL Harem... and Overlord is the one who insists on cleaning you up with his glossa... Him fighting with the others on who gets to clean you up (still don't know who.)

[transformers-spike]

https://www.tumblr.com/transformers-spike/778530117800656896/more-darkwing-thoughts-but-ough-imagine-grinding

Starscream using his jet engine and cockpit to get reader off and just teasing them the whole time, definitely talks the entire time too. There’s likely to be some degradation there and probably some petplay in the form of him cooing about how cute his pathetic little human looks humping his cockpit glass and getting off to his voice and engine. Definitely the type to make your lick up your mess off his glass afterward.

Anon this message cured my incoming mental breakdown during painting class

Starscream + degradation is fucking gold. You're so cute and pathetic to him, he loves doing this. Will 100% demand you clean up the mess you made.

Very interesting comparing his attitude in this situation with Dreadwing's. He's overwhelmed by how eager you are, but he's also veryyy willing to speak to you and comment on how riled up you are

[vrachis]

Ngl, I'm thinking about himeko call us with our title (general/captain) when we fuck her..it's kinda hot y'know

a/n : sorry i took long to answer this ! but here you go beloved anon ;^

no bcs it's definitely really hot when she calls you by your title in bed! it gives her that feeling of being inferior to you, and ough it turns you on SO SO MUCH when the title slips past her lips all while moaning and panting from your fingers moving in and out of her slick cunt...

just a breathy "general" has you determined to make her cum faster and so you take your fingers out and place them by himeko's lips to make her taste herself :hearteyes:

while the woman is dazed at your actions and obediently doing what you wanted her to do without saying a word, she hears you undoing your belt as you take your cock/strap out

once she's done licking your fingers clean, you'll immediately place your hands on her inner thighs as you spread her legs apart.

oh woman knows that calling u by ur title DEFINITELY triggered you in some way so she makes a mental note that if she wants to have the time of her life she'll def have to call u by that name to get u going yk

you're parting her legs and stroking yourself to align at her wet slit and when you finally slip the tip in, it gets himeko's walls clamping around the shaft that's inside her. your hips slowly move forward as you inch the cock in, and you hear himeko whimper every now and then as you fill her up with remaining inches.

when both your hips finally come in contact with one another, the redhead below you moans out loud at the realisation while you curse under your breath in arousal.

she looks up at you with those shimmery, teary eyes as she reaches out to cup your cheeks ever so gently.

"don't hold back, and do your worst, general."

[pocket-vvardvark]

Ty for tagging me @skyrim-forever !!

I'd like to tag: @fangsandsoftgrass @sanzas-reverie @sulphuricgrin @hircines-hunter @changelingsandothernonsense @scholarlyhermit @mavariel @madamefluffnstuff

Which NPCs in TES (all games included!) do you crush on, and why? They don't have to be marriage candidates (in vanilla), just people you find yourself blushing around. Hell, it could be a Deadric Prince if that's what you're into. Name them and say what about them you find appealing! Then feel free to tag a friend or two!

These r mostly gonna be ESO bc I haven't played Skyrim in a gazillion years lol, soooo:

1. Fennorian Ravenwatch!!!

Literally the main reason why i actually continued playing ESO lol. I just love his shyness, and how much he cares about the vestige (they fumbled in the newest chapter I stfg 🙄🙄🙄) I would date him irl idec I'm only straight for pookie <333333 I used to tweak so bad, I couldn't look at his face or hear his voice 🥴

2. Verandis Ravenwatch

Listen, he's hot and he's a dilf sooo perfect combo fr fr. Also, there's something I really like about the 'fatherly' characters, something like mentors just tickles my brain in the right way.

3. Vanus Galerion

Ok, so I'm not gonna lie, at first!! I didn't like him!! But then my brain chemistry changed when he was low key degrading us 🤤 ok ignore that, but I love that underneath all his grumpiness, is someone who's vulnerable. Also I want him to bend me over his desk :) I need more Vanus loreee, let me love pookie right

4. Abnur Tharn

When I was done with his DLC, I fucking scoured ao3 and Tumblr to lick at the crumbs left for me :)) The first time he shows up in the main quest?? Liked him but wasn't feral yet. Elsewyr?? Omfg, I love how he's changing!!! C'mere pookie 😍😍 ok, also I'm ngl but I blushed when he called us a pretty face <33

5. Iachesis

He's a hot, old, Altmer with good hair what else is there to say?? When he first showed up I was like damn, this is Vanus's dad figure?? Sign me UP!!!

6. Revus Demnevanni

He's so endearing. I love how clumsy he is, but ALSO!! He's always trying to right his mistakes which is hot ASF. Really miss him :/

7. Ayrenn

Ok, first off--HER VOICE. Her voice is sooooooo nice like OUGH, I could listen to her for hours. She's so caring, too, and I love that she's really willing to stuff for all the races in the Altmer alliance. FCK the veiled heritance fr fr.

8. Darien Gautier

I miss this man sm, guys I fucking cried during the Summerset DLC. He fucking BROKE ME. I didn't care for him that much in the beginning, but the dlc absolutely wrecked me :((. I felt like there was a real relationship there, and Darien really cared about everyone around him. I miss my knight 😭

9. Gabrielle Benele

Gabby is so cute, I love how crazy she is sometimes. But, also she cares SO MUCH. I just wanna hug her(maybe a smooch also), she's been thru sm and deserves sum loveeee

10. Divayth Fyr

Yeah, this got developed when I did cw city dlc, but um...he calls us a distraction after the trial and it fucked me UP. HELL YA I WANNA BE UR DISTRACTION DADDY FYR

11. Marcurio

Guys, this was my FIRST LOVE, NOT EVEN KIDDING. I love his stupid sassy attitude and want to break his back (or have him break mine idc). ALSO, he has this one line when you go through caves that's, like just reminding you that he's here if you're scared <33

12. Hieronymus lex

Listen, man, I didn't expect it either. I love love love him sooooo much. Playing the thieves guild quest line in high school got me so crunked up. I just love this like forbidden love between a guard and a thief like 😍😍

13. Martin Septim

I'm a Martin truther y'all, can't stop myself. I just know he's kinky ASF, ANYWAYS. He really changes throughout the whole quest line and I love that, but alsoooo Martin is so sweet. Esp when he yells at you to put the mysterium xarxes down bc he's worried <33 yes king, I am but ur humble servant 🥴 I also love knight x king type of romance yum

14. Sotha Sil

I blushed. I fucking blushed when his tall ass stepped into the psijic order. He's looking for me? FOR ME??? I was like standing there brain.exe stopped working. Also his voice is straight up butter like omggg

15. Clavicus vile

Shoot me. Do it. Skyrim version AND ESO version. I'm insane, Ik, but the deal aspect has me thinking bad thoughts 🥴 ALSO HIS VOICE SKSKSKSKWMW

16. Caius Cosades

Yup. You heard right. Listen, he's kinda brusque or whatever in the beginning, but I feel like he rlly helps you thru shit tbh. I'm dumb, so I can't see any deeper, BUT he's kinda caring and I genuinely felt so sad and lost once he peaces out 💀

[cricky-butspicy]

Ough thank you for answering my ask about the grooming stuff!!!! I’m pleasantly surprised Atlas would let me do his makeup (though now I’m wondering what Deimos’s style is? or is that too spoilery?). ALSO Would you be willing to answer how your Creature Sun and Moon would like a reader that likes to do that too? Brushing their fluff sounds so fun

(Deimos does messy, smokey eyeliner most of the time he does it! He doesn’t try very hard on it, just enough to accentuate his eyes!)

As for our creature boys, it’s part of their culture, and more specifically close bonding and mating rituals, to clean another. They clean you A LOT. Licking you, picking things off of you, brushing their fingers through your hair, bringing you to the spring to wash you when licking you just isn’t doing enough. (SPOILER BUT One of the first rituals for bonding with a mate with their creature types is bathing in blessed waters! If you’re going to be their mate, you kind of have to let them clean you.) So, you cleaning them only feels like reciprocating their feelings and bond with you!

But be weary, bringing a brush around Sun may make him a little nervous and skittish with you. He doesn’t trust human contraptions. You may have to use it on Moon first to get Sun to trust it. And Moon will really like it! He even purrs! Especially if it’s like one of those big pokey slicker brushes! He likes you brushing him deep. It may not reach his skin if you don’t part it and brush deep enough, but if it does and starts scratching his skin? He’s in heaven. He lays in your lap like a gigantic 9’ dog and lets you brush him for however long you’d like. He’ll even roll over and let you see his stomach and under his neck so you can brush there too (huge sign of trust and vulnerability in creatures, especially a dominant like him who is supposed to be careful and protect)

Sun will like brushing well enough once over the fear of the object, but not as much as you rubbing his rays and spikes or maybe washing his face with a cloth for him.

You’ll notice they are both surprisingly clean. They take good care of each other.

[barakidpirates]

Positive Touch

Pairing: Heat x Wire

Summary: Wire needs to relax for once in his life, and who better to help him than Heat.

Word Count: 2640

Content Warning: +18, smut smut smut (full tags on AO3)

ough finally finished this fucking thing.... 8 days later sigh.....

yes um hello hi i haven't written in ages and im also big stinky dumdum man so uh pls ignore all the mistakes i definitely made. uh enjoy the fic i guess :) or don't idc as long as you don't uh doxx me

Wire was a damn stubborn man. All of the Kid Pirates were, really, but he was one of the worst offenders, second only to Kid. Well, he wasn't exactly stubborn in the same way Kid was. Heat had lost track of how many times he'd seen that lanky shithead slumped over his desk after an all-nighter spent on those damn maps or whatever the hell he was doing otherwise.

The navigator of the Kid Pirates was a workaholic, that was for sure, a self-destructive one at that. He would do anything rather than get a reasonable bedtime like a good boy. He wouldn't admit, of course, he'd just brush it off if anyone brought it up, chug his stupid coffee and get back to the grind.

He would sit there for hours, only getting up when he absolutely had to so he didn't end up shitting himself (the day that happened was the day he would throw himself into the sea.) He would only realise he hadn't eaten all day when Killer would come up, hand him a plate of food, smack him over the head and scold him and stand there like a disappointment mother until he ate it all. He didn't know what was worse: knowing that Killer was glaring at him with a look that could stop a sea train dead in its tracks, or the cold, empty voids of the holes in his helmet where his eyes were, boring straight into his soul and making every hair on him stand up so visibly that you could count them all with ease.

Still, he was set in his ways. He would sit at his desk and work until his skilled hands begged him to stopped, the usually precise lines and shapes they drew becoming sloppy in his sleep-deprived haze, trailing off the page so far they essentially got up and walked to a different part of the New World. He would regret it when he woke up, saw the toddler scribble on the paper, only to blink a few times and then realise it was his now-ruined hard work that he would have to start again, after biting his nails and tugging at his hair for a bit. Right now, though, that wasn't his problem, he'd deal with it tomorrow.

At least, that's what he thought, until the feeling of a hand on his shoulder made him jump. He calmed down quickly when he recognised who it was, but he wasn't pleased.

"Quit doin' that, Heat, ye scared the shite outta me..." He grumbled, placing his hand on his chest.

Heat let out that laugh that always brought a smile to Wire's face, "Heh, didn't mean to."

Wire grunted and Heat noticed him quickly tapping his foot, drumming his fingers against the desk like he always did when he was anxious or stressed. "Yer overworkin' yerself again. Ye gotta relax more." They stated, their hands moving to rub the navigator's shoulders.

"Ay, dinnae start with that..." The older pirate rubbed his tired eyes.

"Dinnae ignore me, then." The helmsman huffed, batting his pencil out of his hand, taking it in theirs and kissing across his knuckle. Flustered though he was, Wire simply picked the pencil up with his left hand and continued what he was doing. Perks of being ambidextrous.

Heat noticed this and gave him a stubborn stare, "C'mon, ye gotta take a break from this shit at some point. Ye know ye want to~"

As stubborn as Wire himself was, the one person he couldn't resist was his darling fire-breathing muppet man. When he was around Heat, he became as big of a softie twat as he did when he saw a cat.

"C'mon, Master Wire~ Let me take care a' ye like ye deserve~" Heat purred in his ear, his tongue darting out to lick Wire's cheek, straight up his "face triangle", as Kid had dubbed it.

"Ye dirty wee bastard..." It made Wire grumble, but a smirk graced his face.

"Ye like it though, ay?"

Finally, Wire let himself relax into Heat's touch. He dropped the pencil and leaned into the pecks on his cheek.

"That's a good boy~" Heat teased.

"Ah, shut yer gob... Jus' 'cause ye cannae keep yer hands off me, Doc..." The navigator quickly shut his gob when the doctor's hand brushed over that sensitive spot on his neck that made him purr, just below the nape (the part he always covered because that's where a cluster of grey hairs decided to hang out.)

Heat took his hand, guiding him away from his desk and towards his (or rather, their) quarters. He leaned forward, his scarred lips gently touching Wire's chapped ones while he opened the door connecting the two rooms behind him. Wire's tired hands still rested on his hips on instinct, as they had many times before. He swiftly started shedding his clothes, tossing them to the floor.

"A'right, on the bed with ye." Heat pushed him down onto the bed face-first.

"Oi, oi, aren't ye gonna strip too? Makin' me feel all self-conscious here..." Wire whined, wiggling his hips enticingly.

"Slow down, roach. I ain't gettin' started yet." The helmsman scolded, but they did shed their clothing, much to Wire's delight. They warmed up their hands before placing them on Wire's back, kneading the tight muscles. The navigator purred, the natural warmth of Heat's skilled hands doing wonders for his aching body.

"Ye like that, ay?" Heat smirked.

"'Course I do, lil' ember~" Wire mirrored his expression, his body stretching languidly.

"Good to hear. Yer way too tense." The fire breather pointed out, as if he didn't know. "Ye gotta let me take care a' ye more often, greyhound."

"I know, I know... I do like havin' ye worship me..." The lanky man sighed in pleasure, his partner's hands working out the army of tight knots and aches that ravaged his back. They pressed firmly into his shoulders and in between, before they glided down across his back. Wire's smirk grew as he felt those familiar hands run over his ass, fingers tracing the tattoo on his right cheek, Heat's jolly roger that the helmsman himself had put there.

Their hands moved to his legs, tending to his rather thick thighs and calves. Wire grinned, his hand lazily reaching out to stroke Heat's half-hard shaft. It made the doctor inhale sharply, his hands freezing in place for a split second.

"Playin' a dangerous game, roach..." He let out a shuddering breath.

"Oh, trust me, I'm well aware, my sweet ember..." Wire muttered, his hand lavishing attention on Heat's pierced tip. He was already fully hard, having to adjust himself as his hard cock pressed against the mattress beneath him, "What kinda pirate would I be if I played it safe?"

Heat groaned, his cock throbbing with each slow swipe of Wire's thumb across the head. He continued working on his lover's calves, letting him stroke him until he was fully hard, his hand taking it's time to move up and down his Jacob's Ladder, thumb rubbing over his reverse Prince Albert. "Alright, that's enough..." He sighed, pull himself away.

"Aww, c'mon... ain't gonna let me have any fun? Ye don't respect yer elders..." Wire whined, his hand dropping to dangle off the edge of the bed in disappointment. Heat thought it was adorable when he looked all sad and pathetic like that, like a kitten left in the rain.

"Yer barely older than me... grumpy old dog..."

Wire was about to snap back when Heat smirked and licked all the way up his foot, catching him off guard and making him stiffen for a moment, "Ngh-!! Hah... always gets me when ye do that..."

"An' by the way, I never said I wouldnae let ye have fun." The helmsman spread the navigator's fuzzy cheeks and dove in. Wire's breath hitched, his body tensing again before he relaxed against the slow rhythmic movements of Heat's tongue against his hole.

"Fuck, that's the good stuff..." He sighed, his body practically boneless.

"Mhm... I could live down here, y'know~" Heat purred.

"Well, go ahead then." Wire snorted, "I'm sure Boss wouldnae care."

One of Heat's hands kneaded Wire's meaty, hairy rear, the other palming at his heavy balls. His tongue explored the familiar hole, gradually delving deeper, stretching him out slowly. If Wire wasn't relaxed before, he definitely was now. Heat just did these sorts of things to him, made him docile like no one else could. The doctor pulled back slowly, spit connecting the tip of his tongue to his partner's wet hole.

"Ye gonna fuck me yet, wee firebug?" Wire whined impatiently.

"Needy lil' shite, ain't ye?" Heat huffed, but he still sat up and lined up his cock with the eager hole in front of him before slowly entering.

"Ah, fuuuuuuck..." Wire groaned, quickly adjusting to the large member.

Heat waited a few moments before starting to move, their thrusts slow but deep. Their hands were still tending to Wire's back, even as they mounted him. Wire gripped the pillow a bit, whining and moaning with each thrust.

"Ye like that, eh?" Heat growled against Wire's shoulder.

Wire's only response was a muffled groan against the pillow. Heat smirked, biting down on his shoulder, making him moan loudly.

"Ye love leavin' yer mark on me, huh?" He looked over his shoulder at the blue-haired helmsman.

"Gotta make sure everyone knows who holds yer leash." He teased with a smirk, a few small embers flickering from his mouth to leave tiny but noticeable marks on Wire's skin.

"Cheeky bastard... ye'd love to have me on a leash for real..." Wire growled in response, though he couldn't deny it made his cock twitch. He was already leaking pre onto the sheets from that massage alone.

Heat buried his face in the crook of his neck and took in his familiar scent. A strong musky scent, considering he'd forgotten to shower again (and now he was too tired to bother,) mixed with the scent of smoke from his pipe, but it was a scent that Heat still loved and couldn't get enough of. Maybe it was an acquired taste. He did have a bit of a thing for musk. Not on the same level as Killer, who would bury his face in Kid's pits all day... who was he kidding, he would do that if Wire wanted him to.

He was starting to get close, his member twitching with every squeeze of Wire's hole around it. "God damn, whippet..." He groaned, his slow and steady rhythm picking up a bit, his balls slapping against Wire's. "Lookit ye, layin' there an' takin' it... such a good boy, ain't ye?"

"Oi, ye told me to relax more, so I should have ye do all the work, heh." Wire turned his head to the side so he could look at them over his shoulder.

"True, I did say that... so yer finally gonna chill the fuck out, eh?"

"More like I'm gonna have ye worship me more often."

"Hey, ye won't catch me complainin'..."

Heat picked up the pace further, thrusting a bit more desperately into the navigator beneath him. He felt Wire tense, heard him grunt as he neared his climax too. His hand snaked down underneath him, finding his rock hard cock and jerking it.

"F-Fuck, Heat..." He whined, rubbing against their palm.

"Ye gonna cum for me, Master Wire~?" Heat panted into his ear, their faces pressed against each other.

"Hah... y-yes..." With a cry, Wire's back arched and his cum spilled into Heat's hand, leaking across the bed sheets. Heat followed quickly, grabbing Wire's hip with his free hand and burying himself to the hilt before shooting his load. He collapsed on top of him, his hand sliding off his hip to wrap around his waist, holding him as close to his own body as possible.

"... That all ye got in ye, muppet?" The taller smirked at him over his shoulder after taking a moment to catch his breath, his hole still clenching around the helmsman's member, "'Cause I can go for another..."

"Hmph... greedy slut today, huh?" The smaller panted, his lips curving into a smirk, "Lucky for ye, I dinnae get tired that quick..." He pulled out slowly with a wet pop, cum seeping out of Wire's hole as it clenched around nothing, clearly disappointed by the short loss of contact.

"Mhm..." Wire rolled himself over onto his back, "Ye never did get to me front, did ye?" His long legs immediately locked around Heat's waist, keeping him in place.

"Aye aye, Master~" They quickly re-entered him, keeping him filled with their previous load. Their hands started massaging his chest, lavishing attention on his pierced nipples.

"Keeping callin' me that an' I'm gonna nut right now..." Wire threw his head back a bit, his hand moving up to tangle in Heat's blue locks and keep him in place. Heat found his slow and steady rhythm once again, the room filled with their combined panting and the plap plap of Heat's balls slapping against Wire's ass.

"Gettin' close already?" They kept one hand on his chest, the other finding his free hand and holding it gently, lifting it to kiss across his knuckles briefly.

"Grr... shut up, yer gonna cum first..." The older man pushed their head down so their lips could meet.

"What, is it a competition now?" Heat teased as he pulled back for a second. His working hand moved down to Wire's abs, though Wire's very large member brushed and slapped against it with each thrust and every minor movement.

"Oi, get back here. I dinnae tell ye to stop." Wire pulled him back by his hair, making him squeak against his lips. His hand finally snaked down to his cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts, taking the time to trace his piercings. "Fuckin' shite bollocks..." Now he could definitely tell Wire was close, if he was swearing like that. He quickened his pace even more, desperate to make Wire cum first, even if the tightness of his hole was bringing him to the brink as well.

"FUCK!!" They both cried out, cumming at the exact same time. Heat's cum poured deep into Wire's hole, while thick white ropes practically erupted from Wire's dick like a damn volcano, splattering over both of them. Heat had his face pressed against Wire's chest as he caught his breath, waiting until he had fully unloaded before pulling out. The navigator wrapped his arms around him, keeping him there.

"Huff... feelin' better now, Wiwi?" The doctor looked up at him.

"Aye... I'm bloody well in Heaven at this point..." The taller sighed, contentment in his usually gruff voice.

"Good t' hear... Guess ye wanna stay like this?"

"Hmph... too tired t' move..."

He felt Heat snuggle into his embrace. If he didn't have them in a cuddle-demanding death-grip, the doctor would've wrapped him up and tucked him in and kissed his forehead. And if they were on the ship rather than in their base, he would've had the sound of the sea gently lapping against Victoria's side to calm him and lull him into sleep. But this was still a perfect sight. He had his darling muppet in his arms to act as his blanket, and he could faintly hear the waves outside splashing against the rocks (he had damn good hearing.) The only thing that would ruin it was Kid's lawnmower snoring that he swore you could hear on every inch of the island... but it didn't bother him too much, nothing would right now. He was finally relaxed, after all...

... except for one teeny-tiny thing he would tease his lover over.

"... yer too hot, get the hell off an' sleep on the floor."

"Hey!"

[leighsartworks216]

Cookies And Kisses

Zayne x gn!Reader

I am YEARNINGGG for a Zayne kiss so badddd (and also cookies) I also wrote this like minutes after my friend sent me the trailer for the new banner cuz ough Zayne why you gotta kiss like that and NOT BE REAL

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, silly, kissing, baking, established relationship

Word Count: 1,229

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It was only a matter of time before the sweet fragrance of baking cookies beckoned Zayne to the kitchen. Even though he was in his office, working away on his reports and research, it's the most surefire way of getting him to take a break. You've only just put in the second batch when he wanders in with that round-eyed interest, honing in on the fresh tray of sweets.

"You're baking today?" he asks. You hear the excitement in his voice, even if he's trying to act natural.

You slip off the oven mitt with a smile. The counter is a bit of a mess - flour, baking soda, vanilla and almond extract, sugar both powdered and crystalized. You tried to keep it contained, for what it's worth. Cooling racks are spread out on the kitchen island, empty for now. A full one sits beside the oven. Twelve golden sugar cookies, with coarse rainbow sprinkles pressed into their tops. You are the only thing between him and the cookies.

"They're still hot," you warn, walking over to meet him so you can hold him back for as long as it takes to let them cool for just a couple minutes. You wrap your arms around his neck. His hands rest comfortably on your waist, slipping around to your back to hold you close. Eyes focus down on you, momentarily distracted by the one thing he loves more than his sweets. "I thought it would be fun. I was going to bring some to Yvonne and Grayson."

He glances back at the cookies. "How many are you making?"

"The recipe makes about 50 cookies. I don't think either of us need that many to ourselves."

He hums noncommittally and asks, "How many are you giving them?"

"Eight each. Will 30-something cookies be enough to satisfy you?"

"With your baking, no amount could satisfy me."

You laugh softly. Your fingers begin caressing the back of his neck and playing with the short ends of his dark hair. His eyes soften behind his glasses, warm with affection as he soaks in your touch. "With your sweet tooth, no amount of anyone's baking could satisfy you."

His ears grow warm, but he just smiles. His long fingers trace light patterns against your spine and lower back. He glances at the cookies once more. You try not to laugh at how obviously he's restraining himself. "Can I have one?"

"Just one?"

"Mm, or two, or three?"

You peck his lips with a snicker and pull away. His hands slide away, falling down back to his sides. You miss them immediately. Still, you grab a napkin and carefully settle two cookies on it. The third you take for yourself, taking a bite as you turn to rest your back against the counter, holding out the napkin for him. He stands close, comfortably within arms reach, as he eagerly accepts the cookies and takes a bite of one.

Still warm, the sugar cookie crumbles in the best way possible. The subtle vanilla, the sweet almond, the added crunch of sugar crystals. He hums in content. You reach up to wipe away the crumbs at the corner of his mouth, and he looks at you with a smile.

"They're delicious," he praises after he swallows his first bite. He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. "Thank you."

You catch his lips again before he can fully pull away. A quiet sigh escapes him as he reciprocates, fanning across your cheek from his nose. He tilts his head. Sets his partial cookie back in the napkin to hold your cheek as he licks the seam of your mouth, tasting the cookie's lingering sweetness on your lips, on your tongue.

Zayne kisses like he'll never kiss you again. It wasn't always like this. When you first started dating, kisses were hesitant. Light pecks, chaste and quick. Even your first make out, there was always something restrained in the way he kissed. He allowed you to lead, to take what you wanted from him. Now that you've grown as a couple, discovered each other's quirks and habits, moved in together, begun intertwining your souls, his kisses aren't the quiet, reserved pecks they used to be. He's always aching to kiss you deeper. Tilting his head from one side to the other as his hands hold you in place, pull you closer. His breaths grow heavy with excitement, soft sounds escaping the back of his throat. He devours you. Kisses you as though it's the last kiss you'll ever share and he needs to make the most of it. Kisses you like a soldier off to war, saying goodbye to his partner before he's shipped off. Kisses you like you're sweeter than pure sugar.

The oven beeps. You pull away with a sigh, sad to see the moment end. He smiles reassuringly as he kisses your cheek, silently promising to continue this later, before he steps away to lean back against the island. Those lithe fingers slipping from your cheek to pick up the cookie again, bringing it to his kiss-swollen lips and-

The oven beeps once more and you push away from the counter to stop the timer. You slip on the oven mitt, open up the inferno to let its dry heat caress your already-warm cheeks, and retrieve the tray of fresh cookies. Zayne watches as you hold the tray in one hand and pick up the spatula with the other, one by one depositing the cookies onto a cooling rack.

He's halfway through his second cookie when you begin scooping an array of dough onto the tray. Sneaking a third from the first batch when you're pressing divots into the center of the dough-balls and dispensing pinches of sugar in them. Finishing the third when you're slipping the tray on the top rack of the oven and setting a new timer. You grab his hand before he can grab a fourth, tugging him away and toward the kitchen doorway.

"You're gonna make yourself sick one of these days," you playfully chide. "No more until after dinner. Or at least until I've boxed up the ones for Yvonne and Grayson."

He chuckles as you drag him all the way back to his office. Smiles like a lovestruck fool as you push him into his chair. He grabs your hips before you can pull away, settling you to be standing between his legs as he looks up at you like you're the moon itself.

"Will you tell me when you've finished?"

You brush his bangs aside from his forehead. Trail your touch down his cheek. Hold his chin as you run your thumb along his lips. "Finished baking or finished separating theirs out?"

His eyes close as he presses a kiss to your finger. "Both."

You lean down and kiss his forehead. "So long as I don't catch you sneaking out before then."

"I won't."

"Mm-hm."

He tilts his head back, eyes flickering to your lips. "I won't," he insists.

"You won't get caught, you mean." You brush a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He turns to fully catch your lips again. Draws you into him, until your knee is resting on the chair right up against his crotch. He murmurs breathlessly against your mouth, grinning with a subdued playfulness, "Now, I never said that."

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[bleedingichorhearts]

I am a heretic when I say this, but please please can I get some Khorne smut? Like a small human bouncing on his cock as he is on his throne?

“Ough, yes you may! And no one saw nor heard the word “heretic,” right? Right? I question if people like built up smut or jump in smut? So, this is jump in smut. Tumblr is trying to eat this one.” - Ichor

Summary - “None, asks explains very well.”

Tagged - "@kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.”

“+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @marcela2000.”

TW // Smut, Size Diff, Jumps Right In, Overstimulation.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

Your hands grasp tightly at the gods' shoulders in front of you. Head leaned back as you moan out. Your breath mingling with the heated air around you, making the area feel hotter than it already is while you close your eyes tightly. More focused on the pleasure coursing through you rather than that heat that threatens to give you a heatstroke.

"Look at me, little one." The god grumbles into your chest, his gauntlets shifting you, trying to get a better grip on your skin that was layered with sweat while he deeply thrusts into you, a wet squelch seemingly echoing out. Enhancing the smell of you to him. "Let me watch what I have conquered."

You can't help but obey the blood gods' command, your head going forward once more to look down at him fitting snuggly up against you despite originally being way bigger than you. His obscure, deep pink tongue rolling his saliva over your chest, lathering you with his one of the many ways of marking you. A puff of hot breath coating you right after. You would honestly think you were fucking an Slaanesh daemon with how good this god was doing you upon his throne. Keeping you pinned close to him with his gauntlets grasping at you, creating red marks and a few clawed marks as well upon you. The scent of your blood just arousing the god more as his member twitches inside of you. Exiting a shiver from you as you sink down on his cock at the feeling.

"K-khorne..." You dare to moan the gods' name from your saliva coated lips. Your eyes a bit dazed as you can help but sink yourself down on him a bit more. Greedy to take more of him than you already can. Your head coming to rest upon his shoulder as your own breath fogs upon his armor. "Please- gah! Khrone."

"Hmm, stay still." He commands of you yet again, nuzzling into your shoulder. His tongue rolling in his mouth before lathering you for the hundredth time this day? Night? The wet appendage lobing over your collarbone. "You have asked for this."

He was right, you have asked for it. Hell, even begged to even be straddling upon his lap and on his throne. Yet, you didn't expect him to be a god damn Slaanesh daemon about it. His gauntlets' always shoving you back down his cock with each inch you manage to slip away with your sweating skin that makes you more radiant as a gradient glow of red and orange glare upon you. Though, you should have expected the god to have some sort of experiences. He was the first after all... First to be created, first to have your hand, first to fuck you.

"F-fuck..." You stammer, your body shivering again as you whine into him. Your mind unsure if you should be regretting your decisions now or be pleased with them. "How-hnng, how many- how much longer?"

"As long as I please, little one." He chuckles, and it sounds like a weird haven scape for you despite on who- what he is. It was deep, masculine, pleasing or would be if his words didn't say the exact opposite. "12 and counting."

You whine again, nuzzling the best you can into him. Knowing you wouldn't be keeping up with him much longer; you wouldn't be able to hold yourself up with the way his shifts and grasps at you trying keep you on his cock forever long as he pleases. "You'll r-ruin me."

"That's the point." He states with a low rumble, moving his head so he could lick a long, wet stipe of his saliva on your cheek. Your eye on that side of your face closing at the sensation. "Ruin you so you won't forget who has claimed you. Ruin you so no one can restore what I have built and marked inside of you."

"W-what if I-I get used to it?" You challenge slightly, groaning when gives you a deep thrust. Your teeth wanting to bite onto something but trying to bite him it like biting brick. You would have to naw on him if you wanted to get anywhere.

"Guess I will have to leave you starved, little one." He muses. A very rare thing he does, to be amused, even when fucking you to the Emperors' gates and beyond. "...And I'm quite curious on how long you would last."

"Y-you wouldn't!" You gasp, shivering when your 13th orgasm hits you, frazzling your mind. Your back arching back into his gauntlets that have been clawing at your back.

"Oh, but I would." He purrs, leaning with you to lick up your jawline, lips before finally making purchase with your mouth. His tongue swirling around yours with ease, capturing it. A pleased hum leaving you while he hears you give out a pitched whine as his hips move faster; deeper within you with repetitive wet squelches, hitting all the best spots with each overstimulating thrust.

[pip-n-chips]

Harper tracing your top surgery scars with their cold slender fingers, pressing down and rubbing to see how they're healing

harper transitionung to licking them bc they can feel them better with their tingue

ough

[crowttore]

what happened to our boys 😰

this is giving me Elsa vs Hellsa vibes xD

Let me start off by saying: OUGH I LOVE KUROIZUNA ART SO MUCH I NEED TO LICK ALL THEIR ART

I feel like Diluc got away pretty well with that?? Makes him look even more like a vampire imo (probably because his eyes contrast?) Funnily enough, Diluc gives the same vibe as one of my old ocs xD Dottore with red hair is... well... he reminds me of another character but I cannot for the life of me remember who >w<

Anyway, 10/10 would still smash both of them (I could take both)