#C. J. Box

[adventuresofalgy]

The weather on Boxing Day in the wild west Highlands of Scotland was disappointingly dismal, dark, and dripping wet, but it was also unusually calm and mild, so Algy decided to explore his assistants' garden, which he had not visited for a wee while.

When darkness fell he was amazed to see a sudden eruption of Christmas lights, and flew over to investigate. Algy was particularly intrigued by a pair of small illuminated reindeer, and being still full of festive high spirits, he just couldn't resist jumping onto the back of one of the deer. Crying "Way for the Sport of Kings!" Algy started to race away with his new Christmas scarf streaming out behind him… But strange to say, he did not seem to get very far on his galloping, galloping steed:

Now is the season of Carnival. Who's for the sunlit course? Who's for the beat of galloping feet And the day and the way of the horse? Who joins the dance, tho' Lady Chance Pleasure or pain may yield, Who comes to the call of Carnival? "Seven to four the field!" This is the week of the Carnival And the sign of a brighter dawn In men's affairs. Who sheds old cares Where gay frocks fleck the lawn? Who would forget old days of fret? Who comes to the call of mirth And the conquering steeds? … They're off! Who leads? And the hoof beats spurn the earth. Then, Hi! for the height of Carnival, Gayer than all gone past: And the nameless fears of the deadening years Forsake men's minds at last. Bright jackets flash beneath the sun As the roar of the crowd begins, And lifts and swells at a great home run: "Who leads? Who lasts? Who wins?" Ho! for the call of Carnival! Way for the Sport of Kings! And men, grown sane, turn once again To all that high hope brings. Who's for the Carnival? Who grows gay Where galloping Fortune speeds Around the turn to gallop our way With the galloping, galloping steeds?

[Algy is quoting the poem Carnival Time by the late 19th/early 20th century Australian poet C J Dennis – a poem about the multi-day horse racing event known as the Melbourne Cup Carnival, held in November, and not about carnival in either the sense of a fair, or the time of wild celebration in Christian countries prior to Lent.]

[books-in-a-storm]

Quasimodo

[racc00ning]

btw c Dream has no assignable sex. I literally just made him a Creature.

also he couldn't care less about the way his gender or pronouns are seen by the other people around him. he doesn't really have a gender?? and, honestly, he really doesn't understand the importance of it.

he also doesn't really care what pronouns are used for him. he normally says he/they for the sake of simplicity (at least at the start of the server), but also he does not give a crap about what pronouns you use for him. he/him pronouns come from what c XD referred to him as when he was a child and, subsequently, what he told puffy when she asked him about it. he probably started using they/them pronouns alongside he/him in his very late pre-teens to very early teens, probably between 11-13 years old.

he never really tried to label his gender until near the start of or before the server. he was talking to c Sapnap and c George about gender and trying to explain his view of his own gender and one of them was like "so you're Agender?" and he was kinda just like "...sure." and started telling people he was Agender and used he/they pronouns.

during tommy's exile, he begins to take a liking to having his pronouns capitalized like people do with God in the bible and shit. c Tommy writes in a little journal about Dream and he begins to get onto Tommy about Tommy doing his pronouns wrong and how the H in he and the T in they should be capitalized. (btw Tommy never really gets out of this habit after exile. he recognizes that it's weird but he can't quite place why he started doing it so he continues to do it for years later).

after Dream successfully revives Tommy in prison, he drops the whole 'telling people he's agender for the sake of simplicity' thing and moves to a perspective more akin to "I'm above everyone else so I don't need to cater to their mortal concepts of gender. I am simply too complex for other people to understand". aka "I'm not like other girls" /j

when the shit in the prison with c Quackity happens, Quackity refereed to Dream as 'it' a lot, in a way meant to purposefully dehumanize Dream. So, after escaping prison, he essentially reclaims that pronoun so that, instead of referring to him in a dehumanizing manner, it emphasizes his divinity. so he uses It/They/He pronouns.

[ All names mentioned are exclusively referring to the characters portrayed on the DreamSMP. I do not support cc Dream, cc George, or cc Sapnap. Please DNI and/or block me if you do. Thank you!! ]

[ruleof3bobby]

CREED III (2023) Grade: C

Very average plot/script/story. Literally the only thing that saves this movie is #JonathanMajors performance. Too bad he fucked up, he's a unique, powerful presence.

[angeltism]

Your embarrassment at whatever it is makes it all the more intriguing to your knight, my dear lady. I won’t push, but just know that I am ever so curious about it.

Drumming-wise most of the songs my bandmates made me learn were 1990s rock? At least I think so, I only picked one or two songs to learn and that was Six Trillion Years and Overnight Story, and something else I can’t quite remember. It was after all, a while ago now.

Your knight has had exactly one very poor kissing experience. Let us leave it at the idea of it being so bad I started crying from embarrassment.

Ahh, how cool ! Six Trillion Years and Overnight Story is soo good.. I can only imagine how it must sound to hear it played irl on drums,,

Goodness, I can only imagine how terrible it must have been :[ You have my sympathy and compassion, my beloved ♡

[enhaeil]

Jay’s response to you taking off your ring during an argument

ACT LIKE THAT! ☆ 박종성

"how you gonna up and leave me now how you gonna act like that? how you gonna change it up? we just finished makin' up... how you gonna act like that?"

how you gonna act like that - tyrese

c/w: angst, arguing and im in love w jay

it's as if a grey cloud is sitting over your once happy home. the bed is colder, the conversations are dry, and the goodbyes are quiet.

you can't even remember the last time you put the 'i' in front of 'love you'.

but you knew you loved him. you know the man you married and you know how good it could be. "it's just a bump in the road, that's all." is what you keep telling yourself, until it finally caused a crash.

"i just feel like you don't even want to be in this relationship anymore, y/n. i try to talk to you, but you shut me out. when i hold you, it feels distant. when i try to make love to you, you always push me off. do you even love me?" he says, still keeping his voice at a decent level.

"do i love you? of course, I love you, jay. if anything, i should be asking you that. when's the last time you've actually tried to do any of that? you barely look at me." your chest feels tight. your voice is rising, and it feels like you can't control it.

"i look at you all the time, y/n you're my wife. don't try to flip this on me when you're the one who's been distant." he says, taking a seat on the couch to ground himself.

"sure, jay. you look at me. whatever. but are you really seeing me ? i'm miserable, jay. i'm unhappy. i'm going through it. i feel trapped in my own house, and then I have to go outside and face it too. i should be able to at least come home to a husband who acts like he cares about me."

that was the pin to the balloon. for the first time, jay raises his voice at you. and you don't like it one bit.

"fine, y/n. if i'm such a bad husband, why're we married then?" he shouts before his brain could even process his words.

he wants to take it back. he wants to stand up and hold you, but his legs won't move.

before he could, you're out of his sight, and he hears your bedroom door shut. god, he's such an idiot.

jay gives it some time. not just for him to collect his thoughts, but for you to collect yours. he knew both of you were stressed, but not to this point.

he finally heads upstairs, carefully opening the door. he hears the shower running and lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

he scans the room, looking at the box of tissues sitting on the nightstand, a sign of the tears he made you shed that night, his chest tightening at the thought.

he noticed something sparkling next to it, causing him to step closer.

the ring he spent hours choosing, because he knew you didn't deserve just any regular ring. the ring he gracefully placed on your finger on your special day. the ring he's pressed kisses against absentmindedly, a promise to each other, sitting on the nightstand.

he didn't think you would take his words to heart. he knows why you two are married. he knows why you chose to stay with him even when he hasn't been the best husband. he plays with the diamond band in his hand as thoughts race through his head.

he doesn't even hear the shower cut off or the door opening as he sits on the edge of the bed, staring at the ring in his hand.

steams follows you as you leave the bathroom, hair damp and towel wrapped around you, yet once you spot jay, you tightened it as if he'd never seen you more vulnerable.

"j-jay ... can you step out, i wanna get dressed." you say, voice quiet and hoarse.

his heart breaks even more, hearing that. "don't be like that, y/n. please." he says desperately.

a moment of silence passes, before he lets out a shaky sigh. "you took your ring off." he says letting out a dry chuckle.

your heart sinks. you'd never thought it would get here, seeing the man you love, broken.

"i'm sorry, jay. i didn't know what to do and- and i was angry, and i-"

"i haven't stopped loving you, ever, y/n. i'm sorry that i failed to show you that. and whatever I did wrong, i'll fix it. i'll talk to you all night, i'll work from home if you need me to. but whatever you do, please don't leave me."

you don't miss the way a stray tear falls from jay's eyes, and without thinking, your feet move towards him. you wipe the tears that now fall freely from his eyes, throat becoming dry at the sight.

"jay, i was never going to leave. i was upset, and i wasn't thinking when i took it off. you are my everything, and i'm so sorry that I pushed you away or made you feel less than that."

it's quiet again as jay pulls you into his lap, head laid on your towel covered chest, listening to the sound of your heartbeat.

he slides the ring back to your finger, back where it belongs. as he returns the diamond to its home, he recites his wedding vows like a prayer.

"i promise that when it feels like the world is attacking you, i'll never join in; i'll love you even harder."

a/n: i could write abt jay for hours and hours and hourssss mind you ... he hasn't been my bias since like 2021 ITS BEEN ONLY NIKI THIS WHOLE TIME . yet i have zero niki fics posted uh hello!

[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.

[vintagecandy]

Wow! Look who it is! Thank you so much !!☀️

🌻 • • • What's the story, Morning Glory?

Adam J. Morning Glory from @vintagecandy! Saw this guy for the first time when I ran a RP blog a few years ago and he's been in the back of my mind ever since

[konpeitonom]

Can you please do NSFW alphabet but with curly! <3

captain grant curly nsfw alphabet.

nsfw — lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader —

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; it’s always really fun writing for curly! i had a lot of fun writing this one in specific.. sorry for any mistakes. i don’t proofread but it is late where i am so obvious typos might have slipped through. doing jimmy next most likely as the people in my inbox call for it. hope you guys like this one, thank you for all the love!!

nsfw under the cut! minors do not read

a — aftercare, (what they’re like after sex)

— the best at aftercare! it is his biggest priority. he never wants you to feel used, if you ever did i think he’d feel absolutely horrible..

— he’d clean you up, bathe you if you wanted. water, of course- he’d make or order you something if you were hungry. whatever to make you happy!

b — body part (their favorite body part, and their partners)

— i said this in my general headcanons but tummy’s.. he loves placing his hands on your waist, caressing your ‘cute tummy’ he’d say.

— it’s not even a ‘this tummy might hold my kids’ one day thing. he genuinely thinks it’s the cutest and sexiest thing ever.

— besides that, i guess he’d like tits, thighs, the general. he likes everything! doesn’t really have a favorite.

— for his own? he’d have to say his back, or his arms. he works out! it’s canon (literally) so i think he’d be very proud of his body..

c — cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

— who would’ve guessed.. on your stomach. lol. he’d like cumming inside as well, but only if it was safe too/you two were trying for a kid. but on your stomach he just.. he likes that sight, he really does. besides your cute facial expressions that might be his most favorite part!

d — dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

— i don’t consider this dirty, but he does. he’s jerked off to you many times before you got together. not a big deal, but to him it is.

— he probably feels an immense amount of guilt. like, ‘she’s not just a girl for me to ogle at.. she’s my friend that i’m so happened to be in love with..’

e — experience (how experienced are they?)

— all his relationships were the full on commitment kind. he is not really a ‘one night’ kind of guy. maybe a few times when he’s feeling it. so he’s had his fair share of experience.

f — favorite position (self explanatory)

— your legs on his shoulders! god, he thinks it’s so sexy. and it feels good too. and he can see your entire face. checks off all his boxes.

— but if you ask he’d say, “whatever your favorite is!” and would wanna do it always knowing it’s your favorite. he is a d1 people pleaser.

g — goofy (are they more serious in the moment?)

— i’d depend.. if it was night time and that felt like the mood, he’d be serious about it. like after a fancy dinner night out, all he wants to do is fuck you slow and nice. but if it was the morning, or a long day at work, he doesn’t mind if it’s less serious, per say.

h — hair (how well groomed are they?)

— he’s pretty well groomed, i’d say. i like to think he’s very cleanly.. it’s obvious he cares about his health and looks and the way it is down there counts too!

i — intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic wise?)

— ahh.. i’d really depend on you. his go-to is soft and romantic. he just loves you so, so much. if sex is the way you want to be shown love then he’ll do it.

— he’s very stereotypical. he wants to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, play with your hair, caress your body in all the right places as he sets a gentle pace. but if you prefer things a bit rougher, he doesn’t mind. just reassure him that it’s okay and that it’s what you want.

j — jack off (masturbation headcanon)

— as a teenager, i think he probably felt bad for jerking off. now as an adult he can understand that it’s a very normal human thing. he doesn’t do it often, especially when he’s in a relationship, but he’s not opposed to doing so.

— maybe once a week if you’re there (like swansea, he would rather just fuck), up to 3-4 if he’s working in space and all alone and such..

k — kink (one of their kinks)

— praise him. god please. he needs it.

— just one, “that feels really good..” or, “you’re doing so well..” gets him going!! he might stop and try to process it, his dick buried inside you as he lets out a long breath- he’s making you feel good? he’s doing that?

l — location (favorite places to do it)

— “anywhere you wanna” god he’s so annoying. unbearable.

— most likely the bedroom. he’s basic. but he’s open to anything semi-public. he just feels like he can love you best in the most intimate setting, your bedroom!

m — motivation (what turns them on)

— i think he gets turned on at the simplest of things to the point it’s funny.. like when you’re looking in the mirror and admiring yourself, you just look so cute and happy..

— and suddenly your skirt looks just a bit too short for comfort, and the bra you’re wearing looks extra nice on you. he’d feel bad, yes. how can he be so perverted when you’re just there- looking cute?

— but he can’t help it. he just wants you in every way he can have you.

— besides that, you straight up saying you want it is enough for him!

n — no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

— he’s a people pleaser.. if you’re into it, he’ll try it at least once. but for himself? hm. anything that feels too degrading is a no for him either. like free use? he’s not into that. he wants you to feel loved, not that you have to do stuff to get him to love you..

o — oral (preference in giving, receiving)

— giving.. he loves giving. i think it’s obvious. he loves when you place your hands on his hair, your legs squeezing him tight.

— mumble words of encouragement and praise and he’ll feel as if he’s on cloud 9!!

— he likes receiving too. but only if you like it. how many times can he emphasize that..? he does think you’re very pretty in your knees though.

p — pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

— soft and sensual is his favorite like i’ve said. he wants to feel every thrust, appreciate the way your body reacts to every small thing he does. he just loves to close his eyes and fawn over that feeling, it’s one of the best feelings in the world.

q — quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often)

— i think quite often they happen.. like he loves to make love, he really does. but with his and your busy work life, sometimes it’s needed.. if you’re pent up and stressed and need his dick right then and there, and quick? he’s willing!

r — risk (are they willing to experiment? do they take risks?)

— i think he is for your sake, but he’s confident in what he likes and stuff so he wouldn’t wanna try out anything new to his own accord. if he does then he’ll talk that out with you. your comfort comes first.

s — stamina

— if sex ends up being rough, maybe only one. it’s a bit of a mental load on him to be mean to you like that. but usually he’s good with two or three. anything past that seems pushing it.

t — toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or their partner?)

— he owns a few. only for his partner, not for himself. if you like toys then he’ll definitely utilize them but if not then he won’t force them upon you or anything.

— a bit of a throw away thought but remote controlled vibrators, the idea of it? kind of turns him on.

u — unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

— he likes to tease! just a smidge bit. not too much or else he’ll feel bad but it keeps the mood light and fun. i’ve mentioned somewhere he liked playful banter, so that kinda goes along with him teasing you and such..

v — volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

— he’s loud! he’s very vocal. when he’s feeling good he wants you to know that. grunts, groans, whines, whimpers.. but sometimes he holds it in and shuts up so he can focus on yours. he likes yours way more.

w — wild card (a random headcanon)

— perhaps.. once in a blue moon, he really needs it. rough and fast, with your hands scratching his back. Your legs are too sore to move, so they just lay there shaken up. it’s different when he’s doing it to please you in comparison to please himself.. you know? like it’s just so much better when he’s just a bit selfish.

x — x-ray (what’s going on underneath?)

— I'm biased. this is my blog, this is my favorite character, these are my headcanons. he has a pretty dick. it’s a nice color, nice to look at. it’s just pretty. 7 inches in length, regular thickness. ok bye

y — yearning (how high is their sex drive?

— kind of average or if not, slightly below average. he loves to show his love in many, many ways. sex is just one of those many things. he can live without it either. if you decided to go celibate, it wouldn’t change his life or anything. yeah, he’d miss it, but you come first.

z — zzz.. (how quickly they fall asleep)

— he has a lot of energy so i don’t think he falls asleep quick. even so, he’d make sure you fell asleep first- that you’re all taken care of before he can rest.

— also, for selfish reasons, he wants to stare at you and your pretty face, play with your soft hair as you sleep. if he could pause time, i’d be then. you’re just so cute.

[books-in-a-storm]

Wood Sprite

[uluvjay]

Santa red-J. Hughes

Jack Hughes x fem! Reader

Jack gifts you an early Christmas gift and asks you to model it for him

Warnings?; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex(a no no), teasing, pet names, dirty talk, grinding, cursing, kissing, porn with a small plot, this was supposed to be out before Christmas so I apologize😭, sorry for any errors!

Day 10 of my ficmas celebration!

The ride home from the prudential center was quiet, not a word spoken even as Jack pulled into his parking spot and exited the car.

You could see he was still tense from the game, you could hear Lindy screaming at them from the hallway where you and Jim waited for the boys to come out.

The tips of his ears were still red with anger, and you knew him well enough to know he was still pissed about being sent to the box and the added loss had fueled his anger further.

Once you entered the shared apartment he took off towards your bedroom while you went into the kitchen, You were taking a drink of water when you heard his stiff voice call out for you.

“Everything okay?” You questioned as you appeared in the doorway of the bedroom.

Jack was sitting on the bed, shoes and coat off but his game day suit still hugged his body deliciously. Beside him was a Christmas bag, tissue paper coming from the top.

“Can you put this on?” He asked, extending the bag out towards you.

“What is it?” You questioned, taking the bag from his outstretched hand.

“Was supposed to be a Christmas gift, but I can’t wait any longer.” His voice was low, not longer only filled with anger and embarrassment but something more.

“Okay.” You shrugged, setting it down on the dresser beside you as you went to strip off your devils crewneck, however a large hand on your arm stopped you.

“C-can you put it on in the bathroom? Wanna watch you walk out in it.” He blushed.

“Of course.” You smiled, picking the bag back up you made your way into the large bathroom connected to your bedroom.

Opening the bag you found a box, one that belonged to Jacks favorite lingerie store. You had bought a set for his birthday one year and since then he had been in love with the place.

Opening the box you were met with a deep red set, a tad bit darker than traditional Christmas red. Running a finger over the lace you took in how delicate it was.

You would never understand why he spent so much money on sets just for him to always end up ripping some part of it during the night.

Stripping off your clothes you slid the set onto your body, admiring yourself in mirror. Your eyes caught how well the color complimented your skin tone and the way the cups of the bra pushed your boobs up perfectly.

“Once again, you have magnificent taste.” You laughed as you stepped out of the bathroom.

Jacks head whipped in your direction as he heard your voice, a breath getting caught in his throat as his eyes locked on your body.

The set was perfect, the panties making your legs looks even more delicious, and your breasts-god your breasts, Jack wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to control himself.

“Oh fuck me.” He mumbled, running his hands over his face.

“I mean if you want me to.” You teased the man, making your way over to stand between his legs.

“You look breathtaking.” He spoke lowly, eyes taking in your body at a closer angle.

“Thank you.” You smiled, leaning down to give him a soft peck.

The boy whined as you tried to pull away, his large hands wrapping around your bare waist to keep you trapped between his spread legs.

“Give me a real kiss.” He whispered, lips just inches from yours.

“That was a real kiss” you giggled, but Jack didn’t find any amusement in your words and he quickly showed you that by tangling one of his hands in your hair and pulling your lips to his.

It was hot and breathtaking as his tongue traced against yours before it quickly won dominance, your lips moved feverishly in sync earning him a low moan from your throat.

His hand that still rested on your waist slipped down to the back of your thigh, lifting it lightly he signaled that he wanted you to sit on his lap.

You pulled your lips away from his to take your position overtop of him but the make out hastily resumed as you pulled the beanie off his head and tangled your fingers in his damp hair.

The dark locks were still damp from his post game shower but that didn’t stop you from tugging and pulling on the locks just the way he liked.

A smirk overtook your face at the hoarse cry that broke from his throat when you grounded your core over the tent in his pants.

“Baby.” He groaned, hands coming to still your moving hips.

“What do you need Jacky?.” You teased, lips trailing all around his throat.

“You. Need to fuck you.” He groaned, head tipping back instinctively allowing you more skin to roam.

He shivered as you smirked against his skin, heat growing in his stomach as you pulled away and looked down at him.

His eyes followed you as you moved yourself off of his lap and moved your hands up to undo the buttons on his dress shirt, however Jack was a bit to impatient and moved your hands to rip it open instead.

You giggled before trailing your hands down his toned abdomen to his belt, hands working quickly to undo the buckle and pull his pants and boxers down.

And while Jack expected you to climb back on his lap he was filled with confusion as you stepped back and moved to sit against the head board.

“You said you wanted to fuck me, so fuck me.” You smirked down at him with eyes full of lust.

Jack could feel the heat spread from his lower stomach up to his spine as you trailed a hand down to slowly rub over your clit through your lacy panties.

Shaking out of his haze jack shot up and removed his remaining clothing before his body was hovering over yours.

His large hand wrapped around yours and moved it to the side with a soft ‘tsk’ as his own hand came to push the lace to the side.

A groan left his mouth at the sight of how wet you were for him, your cunt glistening in the low light of the bedroom.

A deep cry came from you as he ran his cock through your folds, his head pushing into your entrance with ease.

His hips thrusted forward as a fast pace, the anger that had once been building up in his body now being filtered into his thrusts.

“Jack!” You cried as he shifted one of your legs over his shoulders, his length now hitting the spongy spot deep inside you.

“So good for me baby, feel so fucking good.” He groaned hoarsely.

One of his hands came down to pull the cups of your bra down, hands coming down to palm your breasts, His thumbs tweaked and pulled at your nipples earning sweet cries of pleasure from you.

“Shi-Jacky, you’re so deep.” You whimpered as you felt his tip once again nudging that spot deep within you.

Jack admired the way your body reacted to his menstruations, how your hands clenched the sheets beside you and how your head was thrown back in nothing but pure pleasure.

He could feel you clenching him tightly, and by the way your moans had subsided to drawn out whimpers and mumbles he knew you were getting close.

“Gonna come for me baby?” He questioned as one of his hands came down to rub cricles over your clit.

“Mhm” you moaned with a drunken nod.

Jack smirked at the state of you, he loved nothing more than watching you completely fucked out for him.

“Come on baby, give it to me.” He encouraged, thumb moving at the same pace as his snapping hips as he chased a high of his own.

A loud cry broke through the room as your climax overtook you, the leg that was hooked over jacks shoulder shaking while your back arched and eyes clenched shut.

“So beautiful.” He praised as he placed light kisses to your lips, swallowing your whimpers of overstimulation.

“I know baby, I know. I’m almost there.” He groaned, forehead resting against yours as his thrusts began to get sloppy and deeper.

With a few more deep thrusts the air was filled with a deep groan as Jack came deep inside you, painting your warm walls white with his release.

His large body collapsed on top of yours as his head snuggled into your neck, lips leaving small kisses on the skin.

“Feel better?” You spoke quietly bringing a hand to run through his damp hair.

“Much. Thank you baby.” He smiled giving you a proper kiss before he slid out of you and went to grab a towel to clean you up.

A few minutes later you were both snuggled on the couch, the soft light of the Christmas tree filling the living room while you two let out soft giggles while watching elf.

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[avatarofthearchives]

Random Magnus Archive Headcanons

A: Gertrude used to have a hippie aesthetic. There's only a handful of pictures that serve as evidence for this, and no one in her life has ever seen them.

B: Georgie loves DND and has a group she plays with on weekends. She's the DM.

C: Gerard is bad at making decisions and tends to flip a coin when he's unsure. He doesn't always listen to the coin, but he finds it to be a good way to figure out which outcome he'd actually been hoping for.

D: Jon doesn't realize this about himself, but he always plays paper when playing rock, paper, scissors. He doesn't understand how he keeps loosing to Martin.

E: Michael Shelley had hiccup fits all the time.

F: Anabelle has done despicable and worrying things in every version of "The Sims" franchise. Including "The Sims Free Play" which...is almost impressive.

G: Jon found the Creepypasta website when he was a teen and genuinely thought he stumbled upon an Archive of documented supernatural encounters. He obviously hadn't, and he realized that sooner than later, but not before gaining anxiety around the idea of hyper realistic eyes. (Jon after starting the apocalypse: "Martin this is just like that website. The pasta one.")

H: Agnes is always wearing at least one piece of jewelry. Most people assume it's am aesthetic thing, but really she just likes having something on her to fiddle with. She doesn't know what to do with her hands otherwise.

I: Peter and Elias frequently send each other letters written on their finest parchment paper and mailed in a homemade envelope closed with their own personal wax seal. Then, after receiving each others letters, they shred them to be petty. They both know the other person shreds them, but they keep putting in a large amount of effort anyways. Their dynamic is incomprehensible.

J: Melanie has always had a deeply unnatural skill that's come in handy many times in her life: She can train cats to do tricks. No one knows how she does it, not even herself, but give her an hour and a box of treats and she'll have a cat sitting 50% of the time...Which is an impressively high number if you've ever met a cat.

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[harknessxo]

Too Sweet

Paring: Dom!Hela Odindottir x sub!reader

Summary: She finds you talking to a guard in the garden and makes you cum until she’s satisfied as a punishment.

Warnings; mistress kink, punishment, praise/degradation kink, light spanking, fingering, vibrator, overstimulation, girl penis, breeding kink, cunnilingus, a little aftercare.

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A/n: This is my first Hela fanfic!

You were roaming around the castle’s garden, trying to pass the time. Hela was currently in a Royal meeting, leaving you to fend for yourself. It was really boring without her but looking at all the beautiful flowers helped. You started picking some to make a flower crown for her for when she was done when one of the guards thought it was a good idea to talk to you.

“Hey sweet thing, what are you doing all alone?” The man dumbly asked.

“I don’t think you should be talking to me-” you stammered out. He smirked at your response, stepping closer to you.

“Why’s that? Is there a reason you’re so nervous?” You immediately took a step back.

“Look, she’s going to be out any minute now, please go.” He chuckled, taking another step closer to you.

“Who is ‘she’? Your mother?”

“She’s talking about me.” Hela says from behind the idiotic man. The man immediately tenses and you do the same, knowing what was to come. He slowly turns around to face her, the smirk completely wiped off his face.

“M-my queen! I didn’t see you there!”

“You have five seconds to get out of my sight before I shred you into nothing.” She said coldly. He didn’t need to be told twice. He was out of the garden in less than a second, not even looking back. Hela then turned her attention to you, a cold look in her eyes.

“And what were you doing?”

“I was j-just picking flowers to make you a c-crown…” You stuttered, showing her the flowers you had picked out. She took the flowers from your hand, inspecting them.

“I see,” she said, her cold look slowly fading away as she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to her side, “But that doesn’t make up for the fact that you were talking to a man. You know the rules.”

“B-but he came to me and I was trying to send him away-” you immediately started to explain. She placed a finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at her.

“You still shouldn’t have been talking to him. I thought you knew better, pet.”

“Please, mistress-” She smirked as she saw you pleading with her. She loved it when you begged her.

“You know I don’t give second chances when it comes to breaking my rules, pet. I think you need a punishment to remind you who you belong to.”

“…yes, mistress,” you said, defeated. She chuckled and began to walk, pulling you along with her into her chambers.

“Good girl. Now let’s see…what kind of punishment will you be getting…” You dreaded any type of punishment from her. She always had extreme punishments in store yet you secretly enjoyed them. Once inside the room, she ordered you to take off your clothes while she sat down on the bed before pulling you into her lap. She started to play with your hair as she thought about a suitable punishment for you.

“Oh I know exactly what you need,” she slid you off her lap, going to her closet and pulling out a box you knew too well.

“Mistress, please-” you pleaded again, knowing too well what she was going to do.

“Oh, you’re begging already? We’ve barely even started, pet,” She chuckled and sat down on the bed again, patting her lap as a signal for you to lay across it. You obeyed quickly, not wanting to get a worst punishment. She put your arms behind your back and tied them together with a silk rope. After she slowly started tracing her fingers over your naked skin, making you shiver.

“I’m going to fuck this little cunt until I am satisfied and you’re going to take everything I give you. I’ll make sure to make you come until you beg me to stop, understood?”

“Y-yes, mistress.” She smiled in satisfaction. She then moved her fingers towards your soaked pussy, dipping them in your wetness.

“Would you look at that? For someone who doesn’t like to be punished, you sure are soaked by the mere thought.” She wasted no time before thrusting two fingers inside with a relentless pace right off the bat. You whine pathetically, embarrassed by wet noises your pussy was making.

“Don’t be embarrassed, darling. I love how your pussy sounds and it’s such a pretty sound,” She started to pick up the pace, knowing just how to make you fall apart in a matter of seconds.

“Ahh! Mistress!”

“That’s it. I love it when you’re a whiny little mess for me. You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you at an unrelenting pace, curling them every time she was fully inside you. You came almost immediately after her taunting comment, your juices gushing out. She helped you ride it out and then pulled her fingers out, giving your cheeks a hard smack. She watched you try to catch your breath, then she smacked your ass again, leaving another red hand print.

“That was just one orgasm, darling. We’re not even close to being done yet,” you trembled at the reminder. She waved her hands and a vibrator apparently in her hand. She started rubbing the tip of the toy over your folds, making sure to tease you before turning it on to the highest setting and shoving it inside you.

“Ah!” You yelped at the sudden roughness. She chuckled as you yelped, using her other hand to keep your hips in place.

“What’s the matter, pet? Can’t handle a little toy?”

“I- I can-” You said, wanting to please her. She grabbed your hair pulling it up, forcing you to look at her. She smirked again.

“Prove it then, darling.” She started thrusting the toy in and out of you. You found it very difficult not to squirm to get away. You were someone who would get really sensitive after just one orgasm and she knew that. She knew how sensitive you were, which is why she kept the toy on high, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to handle it. She watched your face, taking in all your expressions and moans as you tried to keep yourself from coming again.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to cum again?” You wanted to but you knew it would only get worse from there. She knew exactly what you were thinking and it amused her.

“Come on, pet. Don’t hold back on me. I know you want to cum again. I can tell by how much you’re shaking.” You immediately let go, too tired to hold back anymore. She smirked as you finally came, a look of satisfaction on her face as she turned the toy off.

“There’s a good little slut. That’s the second one. How many more do you think you can handle?”

“N-no more-” She chuckled, moving her hand up to your face and cupping your chin.

“Oh pet, you’re not getting a choice. You’re going to take whatever I give you, whether you like it or not.” She picked you up and threw you in the bed, tying your hands to the headboard now. She started taking her clothes off to reveal her already hardened cock. You clenched your thighs together at the sight. She noticed you clenching your thighs together and chuckled.

“There’s no getting away from this pet,” she knelt on the bed in between your legs, roughly spreading them apart. You clenched your eyes tightly, trying to embrace yourself to take her. She’s never been gentle when she fucked you, not even when her cock was as big as it was but you liked it. It still didn’t make it any easier for you. She ran her hands over your body, appreciating the sight of you being all tied up and spread out for her. She then grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“Look at me while I’m fucking you. Understand?”

“Yes, mistress.” She smirked and gave your cheek a light slap before moving her hands to your hips, digging her nails into your skin. She then positioned herself at your entrance, teasing you a little bit before finally pushing inside with a deep groan.

“Uugh!” She bottomed out, a belly bulge forming as she did. She looked down at your belly, a satisfied smirk on her face as she placed her hand on the bulge, gently rubbing it with her thumb. She let out another groan, loving the feeling of you clenching around her.

“Gods, you feel so good, pet…” You tugged at the silk rope, wanting to touch her in anyway but it was useless. She chuckled at your attempts to get out of the restraints, clearly enjoying the sight of you all helpless and needy. She then grabbed your legs, putting them over her shoulders before starting to pound into you with a rough and fast pace.

“P-please! Slow d-down!” You cried out, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Why would I do that, pet?” She said in between groans, ignoring your pleas and continuing to thrust into you at a relentless pace. She wanted to ruin you, make you cry out for her and forget everything except her name. She was determined to get what she wanted.

Her cock kept hitting your g-spot, over and over again and soon you came on her cock for the third time of the night. She kept going, even after you came again. She was close to her own release but wanted to make you come undone once more before she did. She gripped your hips tightly, her thrusts getting even more sloppy as she chased her own orgasm.

“Tell your mistress how much you want her to cum inside you.” She commanded in between pants.

“I…I want-” you couldn’t get the words out with how fucked out you were.

“Come on, pet. Use your words. I know you can do it.” She gave a particularly hard thrust, trying to coax the words out of you.

“Haah! C-cum inside me m-mistress!” She let out a low growl at your words, her pace becoming erratic as she started to near her release. She leaned down and began leaving marks all over your neck and chest, claiming you as hers.

“Good girl. Good slut…” She came with a groan, fucking her load deep inside your guts, making sure not to waste a drop. She stayed buried inside you for a moment, riding out her orgasm before slowly pulling out. She looked down at your ruined form, admiring the way her cum was spilling out of you.

“You did so good, pet. Such a good little slut for me,” she started rubbing her cum all over your pussy lips, “But you still owe me one more,” she waved her hand once again and a toy you knew too well appeared in her hand.

“No! Please! No more!” It was another vibrator but this one was different. Every time Hela used it on you, you came hard almost immediately and you’d be sobbing by the end. She loved to see you cry which is why she would always save it for last.

“Aw, but you look so beautiful when you’re crying. Besides, I can tell that you’re still being stubborn. You need to be taught a lesson, my darling.” She grabbed your chin again, forcing you to look up at her. She turned the toy on, letting it hum loudly as she brought it to your pussy.

“No, no, no, no- AH!” As soon as the toy made contact with your clit, you could feel your orgasm building up. Hela chuckled at your reaction, loving how sensitive you were to the toy. She started rubbing it against your clit in tight circles, watching you squirm beneath her.

“That’s it. Just give in, pet. Give into the pleasure.”

“Mistress! Please no more!” You squirmed even more.

“You keep begging me to stop, but you know that it’s no use. I know you’re enjoying this, even if you won’t admit it,” she continued to rub the toy against your clit, enjoying the sight of you squirming and trying to get away from the overstimulation. You sobbed hysterically when your fifth orgasm finally washed over you. Your sight was blurred by your tears and you couldn’t feel your legs.

She smiled, satisfied with the result. She finally turned off the toy and set it aside, gently rubbing your thighs to try and calm you down a bit.

“You look so pretty when you cry, darling. All blissed out and ruined. So perfect for me.” She licked your tears away, humming at the salty taste. She then moved down your body, kissing and nipping at it until she reached your ruined pussy. You started to panic, thinking she was going to make you cum again until she shushed you.

“Relax, darling. I’m just cleaning you up,” she said before gently running her tongue through your folds, lapping up her cum that was leaking out of you. You whimpered pathetically every time her tongue made contact with your swollen clit. She chuckled against you, enjoying the sounds you were making. She continued to clean you up, being careful not to overstimulate you too much. Once she was done, she looked up at you, a smirk on her face.

“You taste so good, darling. I think I’m going to have to do this more often.”

“Was I good?” you asked in a small voice. She moved up and untied the rope, gently massaging your wrists to get some blood flowing through them again. She then laid down next to you, pulling you into her arms and nuzzling her face into your neck.

“You were perfect, my love. Too sweet.”

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