#extremely voluptuous

[clarabowlover]

Betty Brosmer (1950s)

[clarabowlover]

Jayne Mansfield

Playing Pool (Rome 1956)

[venusbyline]

Sleep ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 26, oct.

(late post) Prequel to Nine Moons

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x twin sister!reader

— type: smut, dark, Kinktober (House of the Dragon Edition)

— kink: creampie

— summary: Jacaerys was determined to make you his wife, forcing his mother to marry him to you, even against her will. Or against your will too.

— word count: 1.3k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 26th day, female!reader, dark!Jacaerys, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, creampie, Targcest (twin brother/twin sister), dubcon somnophilia, rape/non-con, vaginal sex, breast worship, butt worship, breeding kink, degradation, praise kink, corruption kink, loss of virginity, blood licking, squirting, cum eating, cum swallowing, dacryphilia, crying, watersports, doggy style position, minor Jacaerys Velaryon/Baela Targaryen, Referenced Targaryen/Velaryon Incest (cousins), implied/referenced cheating, underage sex, ambiguous/open ending, non-consensual drug use (herbal tea), drugged sex, forced orgasm, forced pregnancy, marriage of convenience mentioned, butt slapping, biting, hair-pulling, manipulation, sexism, possessive behavior, implied breastfeeding kink, implied lactation kink, implied pregnancy kink, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, dark content, sadism, dom!Jacaerys, sub!reader, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @baybaybear1 @blessedbymoon @p45510n4f4shi0n @lina-lovebug @moonnicole @badger-reads @dearjardim

— crossposting: AO3

— high valyrian words used: Idaña (twin), Hāedar (younger sister), Lēkia (older brother), Muña (mother).

Jacaerys was fed up with his mother's stubborn and boring behavior. Rhaenyra's refusal to break off his betrothal with Baela and refusing to let him marry you, his twin sister, was only making the fucking war even more stressful. As if the death of his little brother Lucerys was not enough, Jace still had to deal with Baela's constant interference against his angry thoughts and the fact that she did not understand why he hated these stupid Dragonseeds so much. It was easy for someone who was children of a Targaryen King Consort and a Velaryon princess to say he was being too arrogant or spoiled.

Either way, Jacaerys did not want a damn betrothed who was barely fit to support him during the outbursts. Even though she was extremely delightful and an excellent warrior, Jacaerys needed more. He needed a caring wife. And he knew you could play the role very well.

His anger towards Rhaenyra and Daemon was growing, to the point where he sometimes wished that his mother would actually recover her rightfully Iron Throne, but only because then he could rule the Seven Kingdoms soon.

He asked and even begged his mother to change the betrothal, explaining that the bond between the two of you had grown since Luke's murder and he needed you. Unfortunately, Rhaenyra remained a woman of her word, refusing to change the agreement.

Perhaps it was really a spoiled and cruel attitude on Jace's part, but he was determined to make you his wife, forcing his mother to marry him to you, even against her will. Or against your will too.

"Idaña, please..." Your whimper sounded too loud for both of your own good and Jacaerys whispered for you to moan lower, his large hand went straight to your mouth, sticking his index, middle and ring finger there to muffle the sounds that followed as he continued to slowly move his hips back and forth.

Each time he took himself out and put it back in, Jacaerys enjoyed the sight of his cock wet with your juices and also the blood of your innocence, as well as the sight of your voluptuous ass shaking when he fucked you a little rougher than before. He was trying his best to be careful with you, taking advantage of your drowsy dubious consent. Of course he did not want to hurt or scare his little twin sister in any way. He just wanted to left you filled with his seed, making your future heir growing in that soft womb.

"Shhh, Hāedar... You do not want to wake up our mommy, do you?" Jace murmured, pressing his bare sweaty chest against your white satin nightgown-covered back. He really wanted to rip that stupid fabric off and fuck his sister until you barely remember your own name. Until you beg for his cock. Until you were practically brainless. "Mother does not want me to marry you. But you want to marry me, do not you want to, my dear?"

Jace's question made you moan incoherent words around his hand, impossible for him to understand anything, so he took his three fingers out of your lips, wet with your spit and stuck them in your head, pulling your dark wavy hair just like his, despite the difference from length. You were like a reflection of him. The hair, the eyes, the nose... You were like a pure and innocent version of Jacaerys, the version he could never be. You were a true pure soul. You were everything he should have been and he was everything you could become.

He fucked you deeper, slapping your buttocks hard and making you scream softly, while he took the opportunity to pull your hair back, leaving your neck exposed to nibble and kiss. "Answer me, little sister. Do you want to marry me? Do you want to carry the future King or Queen of the Iron Throne inside your belly? Do you want me to turn you into a Muña?"

Perhaps it was your still slightly asleep state, perhaps it was how his cock was fucking you too fast and brutally for your virgin cunt to handle, or perhaps it was the special herbs that Jacaerys had put in your drink during dinner... But you just could not say no to him. You did not even want to say no. All that was going through yourself mind was that Jacaerys needed to keep doing what he was doing, even if it hurt so bad.

"Do you want me to breed you, sister? Beautiful little dark-haired babies sucking milk from your breasts while I sit on the Throne?" His question did not get a verbal response, however, Jace understand it as agreement due to the way your walls tightened around his member. "That is, that is my fucking good little girl... So innocent and obedient." Jace growled between moans, taking his hand out of your head and moving it to the softness of your clothed breast, squeezing roughly over the fabric. "You are taking me so well, Idaña. You are going to look so beautiful pregnant with our children. I am going to fuck my seed into you every year, I will never get tired of that warm and tight little cunt..."

You cried out and felt a sequence of slaps on your ass again, noises so loud that the entire castle was probably already hearing you two. "Lēkia... S-stop... I need to pee!" You suddenly screamed groggily when you felt your lower belly start to ache. You hoped Jacaerys would stop what he was doing and release you, but all he did was chuckle mockingly and grip your hips tighter. "PLEASE, JACE! Brother, please... I really need to pee right now!"

Even though you could not see Jacaerys' face because he was fucking you from behind, but you felt his breath in your ear, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe before he purred. "Then do it." He teased hornily. "I am your twin and some minutes older than you. Also, I am the one who will be the future King, so I am ordering you to do it."

Your eyes widened, coming out a little of your sudden trance and drowsy state when Jace continued holding your hip with one arm, but brought the other to your belly, pressing hard on the place where your bladder was. Tears began to fall desperately from your face and you struggled under your twin brother body, the hot liquid wetting the sheets and both of your legs and the Jace's too. "Well... I thought princesses and big girls did not piss on themselves. Now I guess I was wrong, you are a cute bedwetter, my dear. That was so horny."

The mockery turn everything more shameful and you sobbed, just crying when your cunt began to spasm intensely until you came, a clearer liquid splashing out before you fell face down on the pillow completely, your consciousness fading for a while after the orgasm and something else.

You did not know how long you were unconscious. Probably just for five or ten minutes. When your eyes opened with difficulty, you were still breathing heavily, your face pressed into your soft pillow, hearing Jacaerys growl and feeling him pull his cock out of you after his release, spreading your buttocks to enjoy the view of your bruised ass and reddish and sore cunt, full of cum and drops of your blood and wet with your own pee and your sudden squirt.

"Both of us will hope my seed catches as soon as possible. Right, Hāedar?"

You sniffled and nodded, not protesting when Jace pushed his finger into your sensitive hole and brought it to your lips, forcing you to lick up the disgusting mixture as he smirked, stroking your dark hair too. "My dear little sister. My true future betrothed and wife. You will be such a good mother." He placed a kiss on your shoulder, caressing your sore ass and laying down next to you, ignoring your confused and sleepy cries. "Seven Hells, do not be pathetically dramatic. Just go back to sleep, dear sister. Go back to sleep and then we can rule Westeros together very soon, I promise this to you. Nothing will separate us, not even Mother, Daemon or Baela. Not even you."

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[cvnt4him]

izuku and (large tit⁉️) virgin reader 🙀

maybe he a virgin too, i’ve always guessed he was a dirty dog since junior high, he’s got to have watched porn or smth for a whirl at some point, you see the way he is around girlies

anyways, i love your writing style and energy, will be making many more requests if you would like them !

writing this bc I too suffer with big tiddie-itis. I completely agree with everything you have said and would love for you to come again, ty for the appreciation and i hope you [all] enjoy<3

Izuku midoriya has always been kind of.... a perv. It wasn't exactly obvious that he was a pervert however, he made damn sure no one knew this little secret about him. However he couldn't keep it from his best friend, his best friend katsuki had always known izuku was a little freak.

Whenever he got yelled at by people he thought was attractive he'd unintentionally pop a boner, whenever someone complimented him, whenever he was too close to a pretty person, it doesn't matter. He was just a natural perv.

Now izuku wouldn't call himself a pervert, just an easily excited person. When izuku got into high school he never intended on befriending the local pervs. Denki kaminari and mineta minoru, they're literally known for being perverted in some way, in denkis case.

When he met you though, for the love of all things good and holy. He couldn't help the way his eyes mercilessly trailed up and down your body. He couldn't hold a conversation with you without his eyes accidentally trailing down to your voluptuous bossom. To him it seemed as if your breasts wanted to be looked at, that they'd wanted to escape your U.A uniform.

The way they bounced when you walked or when you laughed, and oh, when you'd just stand there they seemed as if they were practically bursting from the seams, the buttons were literally trying their hardest just to do their jobs.

Izuku loved being around you. Your company was extremely pleasant to him, you were nice and strong, a caring and giving person. You were just nice all around, he felt so dirty and guilty for looking at your body in such ways..

Imagining all the positions he would put you in just to watch your beautiful big and round boobies just bounce for him. He would stroke his fat leaky cock to the time his shoulder accidentally poked the side of your boob. You acted like it didn't happen but he was a flustered mess, his body, his skin came so close to your, albeit clothed, titties.

Izuku would shove his tie in his mouth while he helplessly squeezed his cock head and fiddled with his balls, pathetic little whimpers leaving his mouth. He was practically drooling from a simple poke to your boob. My goodness, he craves to put his face in them, suffocate beneath them.

You had a crush on izuku for a while now, of course it went unbeknownst to him because he's an oblivious idiot who only really pays attention to himself despite being a very observant and selfless person. When you invited him on a 1 on 1 study sesh in your dorm he was terrified. He didn't know how he could face you after he just milked his cock for all it was worth........

He went anyways.

Izuku could not keep his eyes off of you the entire time, hardly even focusing on the work or what you were saying. You were wearing this absolutely adorable frilly pajama set, he'd heard you when you said it matches the one mina has. He wouldn't mind seeing you both in them together side by side... Wait no! He has to stay focused on the work! That's what you invited him over for!

Not to fantasize about you and your best friend in little to no clothing.......fuck. izuku groaned lowly to himself as he stared at your chest, gulping at how huge they truly were. He wondered how warm they were.. how soft, did you want him to touch them? Did you like them to be touched? Have you ever had anyone touch them before? Have you ever had anyone's cock in betwe——

“ uhm.. izuku? are you uh, alright? you're like kind of red..”

“ huh!? o- oh! yes! haha! I'm fine! ahem..”

Izuku was flustered red and so embarrassed. You'd just caught him looking at your tits... Kind of. It was so embarrassing, devastatingly so he just wanted to be swallowed whole by mother earth herself and be reincarnated as fly. He deserved it.

“ i- I'm sorry... I should g-”

“ I.. didn't mind you looking.... y’know.”

Oh. Izuku turned to face you with a completely red face and those stupid huge puppy dog eyes of his, his breathing was stuttery and he was absolutely petrified. Had he heard right? Did you... Like him staring at your tits?!

Izuku gulped down hard, his eyes accidentally switching fastly between your tits and your face. You giggled which caught hsi attention back to your face completely.

“ I- I, uhm.......what?”

His voice was wavering. Shaky in some sort, he didn't know what to do with this information. You just smiled at him stupidly and that made his cock fill with even more blood. Goodness do you even know what you do to him?!

He's jacked off countless of nights thinking about you and those glorious godforsaken big titties of yours. Squeezing his cock until it cried milking white tears, he'd overstimulate himself thinking about you. You. Now because of you, he had no intentions on holding back.

Izukus lip was shaking, with no second thought he grabbed your hand and walked you to your bed with no words being spoken. He laid you down and gently crawled onto you, his thighs on either side of your body as he leaned down. His lips were right up close to your ear, shaking as much as his breath was. Quivering even.

Izuku noticed the little things. Like for example, how your thighs kept squeezing together each time he spoke to you, he didn't think much of it before. Until just now, you're squeezing your thighs together whilst he's on top of you. He scoffed lightly into your ear and kissed along the shell of it making you jolt lightly.

“ y- you have no idea... How many nights I've touched myself to you... The post nut clarity I had, worried you'd think I'm a disgusting pig when really.... You like it.. you've always liked it. You love when I look at your titties, huh?”

You truly were speechless. Where had that shy little guy gone? Why was he speaking like this? As if you're in the wrong.. he's the one that had been staring at your body in such a disgusting way.

“ I.. uhm...”

The way you couldn't answer him, that did something. It did something bad to him. He bit his lip to muffle the moan that threatened to come from his throat, he ground his growing hard on into your thigh and sucked in sharply at the friction, the stimulation of his clothed cock against your bare thigh.. thin fabric covering his cock from touching your sweet soft angelic skin.

Izuku moved back from your neck and got a good look at you, the way your boobs were splayed out and how huge they looked. They way they spilled it at the top, he couldn't contain the moan this time, his mouth fell open and his eyes slightly rolled at the sight. He groaned and just desperately began humping your thigh, he started speeding up out of no where.

His moans started getting even more whiney and his movements sloppy. He just shoved his face in your boobs while he came, the smell of your lotion and body wash flooding his senses it began to all be too much, he didn't stop rutting into your thigh as he finished, oh no. He kept going, overriding his high and overstimulating himself.

The whine that left him was so adorable and so pornographic, it seemed straight out of a porno. His breaths were quivering and he was mumbling random things whilst whimpering. He was trying his hardest to regain his composure but it was just so hard.. he just came in his pants whilst grinding on you. He's sure it was the most he's ever made...and izuku cums alot.

He lets out a rather long breath before lifting his head to look at you with glossed over eyes. You had a small smile on your lips as you rake your fingers through his hair. A shiver goes down izukus spine as he sighs eyes fluttering shut. This is exactly what he needed to get rid of the upcoming post nut clarity. The fact you held him with no judgement made him feel so...good?

There was no word to describe the way he felt in this given moment. But it was so perfect that he could only whimper in your arms.

AN: guess who lied ab taking a break from writing? That's right!!!! So erm, this is ass and unfinished. It's a draft that I'm just getting out now instead of actually finishing so, yeah sorry for the disappoint

[fables-if]

The Night of Ataegina and Betatun

A high fantasy interactive fiction story based on Spanish mythology, folklore, and paganism. Set in modern-day Spain. Most locations and all the characters are fictional, except the type of fae that will be seen during the story.

Summary:

After leaving Imeria during your eighteen birthday to chase your dreams and college education, you return to the little village in Southern Europe that saw you grow up after receiving the horrible news that Caterina, the old woman that took you in after the death of your family and your adoptive grandma (or yaya, as you call her), is terminally ill and has a few months left.

During your return, Imeria is set in motion to host an ancient festival and masquerade. It’s supposed to honor two ancient Iberian deities, one called Ataegina, ruler of the underworld, and the other one Betatun, deity of fertility. Most Imerians don’t believe in the ancient legends but those who do, like Catelina say that it’s the most dangerous night of the year because the frontier between the mortal and the magic realm is so thin anything can happen. 

Returning home under the threat of Caterina dying is already hard enough, but will you be able to adapt back into Imeria and rekindle old friendships or form new ones? Will you uncover the deep and rich history of your home and the old magic it carries? 

We shall discover it all very soon.

Features:

Customizable mc: Gender, pronouns, and physical appearance

Build friendship or romance with four characters.

Learn more about Spain's folklore and pagan traditions. Uncover your family history and your abilities.

Develop your MC's personality as you go

Two characters are gender locked but you can choose the gender identity of the other two

Your choices can't be undone and will have consequences.

Characters:

Caterina: An older woman, well into her 80s who took in the MC after most of her family died. She doesn’t seem to have a family of her own, or at least that’s what Mc believes. Caterina has a sweet disposition, always up for helping anybody. She raised MC with the stories of the folklore of their village, so she will always know how to honor the traditions of Imeria. MC doesn’t remember very well what she did for a living but she used to do fortune and tarot reading for some villagers and they usually came to her for advice and help. 

Ana: She runs The Golden Apothecary, a small store where she sells traditional remedies. Her family has run the Apothecary forever, and it’s considered a family craft. Ana has golden shoulder-length wavy hair, almond ocean-blue eyes, and a button nose. She’s no taller than 167cm, with a voluptuous body and soft features. Ana is in her late 20s to early 30s.

Personality-wise, Ana is soft-spoken, sweet, and very open-minded. She strikes to accept everyone with open arms, as long as they’re good people. Unfortunately, some individuals mistake Ana’s kindness with weakness, which is untrue. Ana is extremely smart, stubborn, and strong-minded, she’s always kind but only to those who deserve it. She can be a lot to reckon with if she deems you a bad person. Ana dreams of seeing the world but there is something tying her to Imeria.

Supernatural or not (spoiler):

Ana is a Xana, a river spirit that helps those she finds worthy by offering them pure water or gold. Some people believe that Xanas interchange human babies with fairy babies. As a river spirit, Ana can’t be apart from her river or she’ll suffer horrible consequences.  She met Caterina when Caterina was a young maiden and bathed in her river. Ana saw the purity of her soul and gifted her magic. Xanas are mythological creatures that originate from Asturias, a northern region of Spain with strong Celtic influences.

Anne, An or Antón: Anne/An/Antón works on their family farm along with some of their siblings. The Zamora’s farm supplies Imeria with its fresh produce. Everyone knows the family since they’re a happy and amicable bunch. Anne/An/Antón is pretty tall, around 185cm, they have wide shoulders, a big frame, tan skin and are chubby. The shape of their face is round, with little freckles, big green eyes, long eyelashes, and a hooked nose. They have short straight brown hair and are a bit hairy.. Their voice is deep and loud, almost booming, exactly like their laugh. Anne/An/Antón is super extroverted, knows everybody in the village, and has a sunny and sweet disposition. They are super strong, from all the physical labor but their secret hobby crocheting, they’re always making little dolls for the children of the village or making clothes. In general, they’re super well-liked and have a golden heart. Anne/An/Antón is the MC's childhood best friend and neighbor. Unfortunately, after leaving Imeria they didn’t keep in touch. Anne/An/Antón is 25 years old. 

Supernatural or not:

Anne/An/Antón is an Ome, a mountain spirit, and a giant made of rock that turns into mountains after living for many centuries. Their whole family is made of Omes graznidos. Omes Graznidos are a type of mythological creature that originates from Aragón, a northeast region of Spain surrounded by mountains.

Diego, Diana, or Dix: Diego/Diana/Dix is new in Imeria, they have been living in the little village for less than a year. Nobody knows where they came from, they remain a bit of a mystery for everyone. They set up a popular lounge called “The Velvet Moon” in the middle of the village, very exclusive and chic which clashes with the rest of the decoration of Imeria. Still, the young Imerians love the place. They’re 31 years old but look slightly older. 

Diego/Diana/Dix is of average height, standing around 174cm, they’re pretty slender, with a petite frame and olive skin. They have an angular face, with sharp features, long shaggy black hair, and clear eyes that almost seem silver-colored. Diego/Diana/Dix keep mostly to themselves and can be seen riding their motorcycle around the village. They have a limp and can be seen using a cane. As mysterious as they are, they’re pretty talkative once you get to know them, and are very protective of those they love. Diego/Diana/Dix seems to be interested in the MC, since they’re always watching them, and seem to have a secret that they don’t want to share with anybody. They are very self-reliant, have learned to survive by themselves and have a hard time trusting others, but once you have earned their trust, they’re loyal to a fault. 

Rumors say they have a criminal past and are mixed with a bad crowd, but not everything seems as it is.  

Supernatural or not (spoilers):

Diego/Diana/Dix takes the form of a giant spectral dog, with long black hair and a permanent limp, which is called dip by Spanish folklore. They’re supposed to be emissaries from the devil and they suck the blood of the livestock at night. However, not all legends tell the entire truth. 

Bingen: Bingen lives in the forests near Imeria, where he has a small cottage and a little bit of land where he has a vegetable patch. Bingen is a well-known journalist for online newspapers. He’s an ecologist, and his coverage is mostly about the natural world and ecologism. 

Bingen barely sets foot in Imeria, he is auto-sufficient but he comes down to the village to visit Ana and her apothecary, and to buy a few things he needs.

Bingen has a square jaw with high cheekbones, sharp green eyes, and long blonde messy hair, usually kept in a braid. He has a sweet face with a straight nose, and round brown eyes that resemble a little lamb. He’s the tallest of the bunch, 1’90cm, very muscled from all the exercise, and has a big frame. He loves hiking and is very in touch with nature. Bingen has a hard time socializing, preferring being around animals and plants since he understands them better. He, as intimidating as he looks, is a sweetheart and really craves human connection. Bingen is not talkative but expresses his feelings and emotions through his actions. He might have a hard time telling you he cares about you but he’ll help you install furniture or will make you soup when you’re sick. He always shows up when you need him to.

Bingen recently led a rescue of a few teens who got lost in the forest and saved them from a wolf attack, since then a lot of the villagers have respected him a lot and brought little sweet treats to his cottage. He's in between 27-33 years old.

He has struck a friendship with Ana, who frequents the forest often.   

Supernatural or not (Spoilers):

Bingen is a Basajaún a creature that inhabits the forests of The Basque Country, Navarra, and some parts of Aragón. Basajaúns are described as giant hairy men who protect the livestock, and warn shepherds of wolfs during the night. Basajaúns are seen as protectors of the forest but also creatures of great strength and kinda dangerous. 

Rami: A green weasel-like creature, with a long and flexible body, similar to a snake, and little tusks. They’re friendly and sweet and help guide the MC during their adventure. Rami’s fur has healing qualities. 

Extra:

This project is made by an absolute amateur in coding so it's going to take a long time. I have been writing since forever so I trust in my ability to create a good and entertaining story and I hope you guys stay for the ride.

The Night of Ataegina and Betatún is also going to be a surprise gift for a dear friend of mine who absolutely loves Interactive fiction and this project (if I get to finish it;_;) might be the way I ask her out since we both harbor strong feelings for each other. So let's hope she doesn't find out about the project before it's time.

[vantaeries]

HOW'S THEIR FIRST KISS WITH YOU

PAC : FUTURE SPOUSE SERIES

Your lips come and take me to the place to go - NCT 127

Pile : 1 ~ 2 ~ 3

How to pick : Close your eyes, take a deep breath and clear your mind. Trust your intuition and choose a pile that you are most drawn to.

Disclaimer : This is a general reading. It may or may not resonate with you. Please take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Remember, the energies can change from time to time. So pick wisely.

Masterlist

PILE 1

Your future spouse is a reserved and low-confidence person who might struggle or fear to confess their feelings. When they see you talking and joking with another person, they feel extremely jealous. They fear they may have missed their chance with you and are tormented by the thought that you might like someone else. Unable to contain their emotions any longer, they make a bold and uncharacteristic decision. As they approach, their legs feel like jelly and their heart pounds like crazy. Acting on impulse, they pull you into a passionate kiss. The passion from truth. In that moment, time seems to stand still. The world fades away, leaving only the sensation of your lips against theirs. The kiss is filled with all the longing and fear they have kept hidden for so long. The kiss is so raw, intense and might turn into a lustful kiss. They definitely dominate the kisses so you can feel how rough and desperate they are. It's as if they are trying to say, “I was scared. Scared that you might like someone else.” How do you react to their kiss? You feel shocked but you respond to their kiss. Do you know how they feel? Oh, they feel a surge of joy and relief. They get carried away by their animalistic desire lol. I think there will be a celebration after that. I'm feel they might kiss you in front of that person or audience lol. People who had been observing the scene erupt into cheers and applause, celebrating the spontaneous and heartfelt moment. So, they actually feel relieved and can rest well after confirming their feelings.

Keyword : Jealous, Insecure, Fire sign, Capricorn sun, Libra, Scorpio, Aries Venus, Children, Party or Gathering, Music, 444

PILE 2

After a heart-wrenching breakup, they were in the midst of healing their broken heart when they met you. Something stirred within them at that first encounter, an awakening sparked by your presence. It wasn't just attraction; it was a deep, magnetic pull that they couldn’t ignore. The first kiss came about unexpectedly, rooted in a misunderstanding that led to a heated argument. Their eyes couldn’t help but fixate on your lips, watching them move with each word. The sight was tantalizing and seductive, causing them to lose focus in the middle of the argument. Without warning, the argument escalated into something entirely different. They closed the distance between you, and before you could react, they pulled you into a kiss, as if their actions were saying, "Shut your mouth, or I'm gonna kiss you." You were taken aback by the suddenness of it, but your body began to respond to their kiss instinctively. It was your first kiss, and though it was slow, it was deeply satisfying. Your hands found their way to their neck or waist, and they hugged you tightly, savoring the connection. They loved touching your body and were thrilled by the way you responded to their kiss. When the kiss finally broke, both of you were left nearly breathless, cheeks flushed red from the intensity of the moment. So cute sksksks

Keyword : Conflict, 'You are that', Summer, Manifest, Scorpio Mars, Saturnian ( Capricorn & Aquarius), Comfort, Surprise, 555

PILE 3

This experience is different from the previous two because there is no rush or urgency. It's as if your future spouse is saying, "When you're ready, we will do this together." They are willing to give you the time you need, despite the strong attraction and sexual tension between you. Once you're ready, they will kiss you with voluptuous excitement. It's a fun kiss, filled with giggles and smooching. For some of you, the kiss might lead to lovemaking because "just kissing" wouldn't be enough. It's all about passion. The kiss is so addictive and raw, taking both of your breaths away. It's hot and good, awakening the lustful desire between you two. As if they are saying, "Yes, finally, I've been waiting long enough to do this. Everything will be made right." They don't want to confuse or pressure you, so they will take it one step at a time. They want you to feel comfortable and peaceful as you explore this connection together.

Keyword : couple in ecstasy, animal within us, passion, 222, Virgo, Sagittarius, Jupiter, Venus, Moon

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Some Perfumery Vocabulary

Absolute - An extraction from a concrete using alcohol. The essential oil of scented flowers and other aromatic plant parts in its purest and most concentrated form. It is extremely expensive. A few important oils used in an absolute form are: geranium, lavender, lily, and rose.

Accord - A combination of a number of different scents which blend together to produce a new fragrance.

Agrestic - "Of the countryside"; odours of heather, forest depths, and the meadow.

Aldehydes - Aromatic chemicals isolated for the first time in the 19th century, but that also occur naturally. Certain aldehydes provide an increased diffusiveness, sparkle, and lift to perfumes, most famously in Chanel No. 5.

Almondy - Bittersweet, soft, and nutty scent.

Amber - An accord in perfumery that is supposed to recall the qualities of ambergris. It is often constructed with labdanum, Tolu balsam, or Peru balsam. Often an accord in Oriental perfumes.

Ambergris - A highly prized perfume ingredient consisting of the oxidized excretion from a sperm whale. It is rarely used in its natural form in perfumery because of its rarity, exorbitant cost, and concerns about sourcing ambergris from live whales rather than from shore-found ambergris. It’s said to have an earthy, sweet, tobacco, and pleasantly animalic scent. It primarily works to bring out other notes in perfumery rather than to impart a particular scent on its own.

Ambrein - The primary scented molecule in ambergris, isolated and used in perfumery. It’s warm, sweet, vanillic, and ambery, with facets of spice and tobacco.

Animalic - Describes fragrances with animal ingredients in natural or synthetic form, including civet, castoreum, musk, or ambergris. The voluptuous, erotic, and sometimes disturbing quality of animalic perfumes can register in an olfactory way, as something “dirty” or animal-smelling, or as a feeling, a mood, or a quality. Sometimes, it can be both.

Aromatic - Having a strong or distinctive smell.

B—E

Balance - A combination of different fragrance notes so adjusted in proportion to one another that none of the individual notes is more prominent than any of the others.

Balsamic - The resin from the bark of trees and shrubs (Peru, Tolu, styrax) that have a rich vanilla scent. Balsamic is a term used to describe perfumes with the soft, ambery aspects these resins impart.

Benzoin - A sweet, balsamic resin used in incense and as a base note in perfume for its vanillic scent and fixative properties. Also known as styrax because it comes from the bark of the styrax tree.

Bergamot - The essential oil from the peel of the nonedible Citrus aurantium fruit that looks like a small orange. Its sweetish, mellow lemony scent is a crucial top note in perfumery.

Calone - A synthetic “marine” note that is supposed to evoke the freshness of the ocean. It has a slight watermelon facet.

Camphoraceous - Describes a fresh, clean, medical fragrance.

Caramel - Sweet, rich, creamy, buttery scent.

Cardamom - An intensely aromatic, sweet spice from the ginger family, in the form of a pod filled with seeds.

Carnation - A smoky, sweet, and clove-like scent, the latter facet due to Eugenol, the primary component of clove.

Cassis - (or black currant bud) A sharp, fruity, almost cat-urine-like scented perfume note.

Cistus - (or Labdanum) A resin from the rockrose bush, traditionally gathered from goats’ beards as they fed on the plant. Labdanum is said to be the note closest to the scent of ambergris. Creamy, soft, vanillic.

Citrus - Fresh, light fragrance characteristic of citrus fruits, but also imitated synthetically.

Civet - In classical perfumery, the cream harvested from the anal gland of the mongoose-like civet animal, often described as cat like. Fecal-smelling when undiluted, civet “rounds” out other notes when used judiciously. Famous as an overdosed note in Guerlain’s Jicky (1889), it is considered one of the first abstract modern scents. Civet is primarily in synthetic form now.

Clove - An aromatic spice similar to cinnamon, but less sweet. Its primary component is Eugenol.

Coniferous - The fragrance note of pine, spruce, juniper and similar such trees, often used in men's fragrances.

Diffusive - A perfume whose fragrance quickly becomes apparent in the air surrounding the wearer.

Dry - The aromatic effect of perfume ingredients such as woods and mosses in contrast to sweet and warm fragrances.

Earthy - The subtle fragrance impression of earth or earth-mould which is found in certain essential oils such as vetiver and patchouli.

Equine - Notes of hay and leather.

F—M

Floral - The general fragrance of flowers.

Fruity - Citrus, berries, tropical, and other non-citrus fruit scents.

Fungal - Molds, yeast, and mushroom scents.

Green - General fragrance of grasses and green plant parts.

Harmony - A pleasing combination of fragrance notes.

Hayfield notes - Usually based on coumarin, which have an odour of new-mown hay.

Heavy - Denotes a fragrance in which the least volatile ingredients, such as mossy or animalic ones, are dominant, giving a very strong effect. Such fragrances are mostly used in chypre and oriental-type perfumes.

Herbaceous - The characteristic general fragrance of herbs and herbal medicines. Sage, rosemary and lavender are examples.

Honey - Used as an ingredient in early Arab perfumes and appears in later European ones (e.g., Honey Water). In modern perfumery a substance providing the sweet aromatic effect of honey and known as Honey (or Miel) is manufactured synthetically.

Indolic - The disquieting, ripe, animalic, and almost excremental facet of scents.

Leather - A perfume accord and category of perfume constructed from various notes, including birch tar, styrax, castoreum, and a variety of synthetic notes.

Light - Delicate, clean, and fresh-laundry scent.

Marine - Iodized scent.

Mellow - Soothing and calming scent.

Metallic - A fragrance reminiscent of metal, providing a clean, cool effect. Metallic notes are used in perfumes to assist in promoting an effect, not as main fragrances.

Minty - A fragrance reminiscent of mint, e.g., peppermint or spearmint. Such fragances are usually used to provide a special, fresh effect in a top note.

Mossy - The general odour of oils obtained from mosses and lichens.

Musk - Produced by the musk deer and excreted by the male during mating season. Musk deer were killed almost to extinction for their valuable musk glands, which were dried, and whose musk “seeds” were removed and steeped in alcohol to create tinctures for perfume. The scent of real musk is warm, with depth and a dark animalic aroma. Many synthetics now can mimic musk scent, but one of the most superior musk synthetics, nitro-musks, which were in Chanel No. 5 and countless other vintages, has been banned due to toxicity concerns. Musk can also be substituted with plant ingredients including ambrette seed and angelica.

Musty - Damp, earthy, or stale odor.

N—W

Narcotic - Exceptionally strong and heavy fragrances obtained from some flowers (e.g. jasmine and tuberose) and animalic ingredients, which need to be used with careful discretion in a perfume.

Ozonic - A perfume accord that attempts to create the smell of fresh air after a thunderstorm.

Peppery - Odour of pepper.

Powdery - Soft and clean scent.

Rich - Fragrances that have numerous layers, notes, and accords in all stages (top, mid, base), creating a multifaceted feel.

Rounded - The overall smoothness and fullness of a fragrance.

Sharp - A strong scent.

Smoky - The slight smell of smoke created in a perfume by certain oils such as Birch Tar Oil. It is used in men's fragrances to provide a leathery effect.

Spicy - Describes in general the distinctive fragrance of essential oils which have been obtained from spices.

Sweet - A sweet and rather sugar-like fragrance such as vanilla.

Tobacco - Fragrances resembling cured tobaccos, which are particularly popular in masculine toiletries.

Wintergreen - Has a very powerful and fresh, medicinal odour.

Woody - Fragrances reminiscent of wood. These fragrances are provided by wood oils, such as cedar, by essential oils from other plants having a wood-like aroma, such as patchouli, and by synthetics.

Sources: Perfume: The Art and Craft of Fragrance by Karen Gilbert ⚜ The Perfume Handbook by Nigel Groom ⚜ Scent & Subversion by Barbara Herman ⚜ Scent: A Natural History of Fragrance by Elise Vernon Pearlstine ⚜ Introduction to Perfumery by Tony Curtis & David G. Williams ⚜ The Big Book of Perfume

More: Word Lists ⚜ References ⚜ Describing Scent ⚜ Fragrance Notes & Levels

[youremyheaven]

Random Astrology Observations- Relationship Edition

1. Men with Mars in water signs are usually the most fcked up in bed. They have bizarre kinks and often take things too far. They're probably aroused by bizarre things. They like to go to extremes and are probably very controlling & dominating in bed.

2. People with prominent 4h placements carry heavy family karma. This is a very challenging placement to have. You're either going to grow up feeling obsessively loved or neglected af.

3. Scorpios have a reputation for being possessive but you know who's actually possessive? Fire signs. They're like bulls in a china shop with love, unable to express themselves properly they just feel pissed off when they see others get too close or do stuff with their person. Anger is how they react to jealousy & possessiveness.

4. The ultimate baby making aspect is Moon conjunct Mars but bbg have you heard of Venus Conjunct Pluto? this is a rarer aspect but the sex is bomb dot com with this one.

5. Libra women are the kind of women that other women find attractive and Cancer women are the kind of women men find attractive.

Edit: i thought ill explain why this is the case

Cancer women are more representative of sexual polarity which leads to "femininity" and since sexual polarity is what creates attraction, men/masculine ppl are drawn to its opposite; women who are conventionally feminine.

Libra is the 7th sign in the zodiac, 7 is the number of union, of merging of opposites, therefore they possess both feminine and masculine energies, thus making them androgynous almost (purely in an energetic way, they can look/behave however they like). Women are drawn to other women who are more integrated and androgynous ish. For ex: Bella Hadid is a Libra Sun, she's considered gorgeous & stunning by loads of women but she's not someone men are drawn to simply bc she's intimidating and a little androgynous.

6. Sagittarius is the most introverted of all the fire signs. They are selectively social. They also think they're better than others (a lot of the time, they are tho 🫣)

7. Venus in 10h is The High Priestess placement to me. You'll never get over a girl with Venus in 10h

8. Jupiter in 1h/2h/4h often tends to make the native voluptuous. Even men with this placement are big & beefy 👅

9. Opposites attract is true af in astrology

Mars dominant men obsessively fall for Venusian women because they are the opposites.

10. 5h synastry creates a very sexual and pleasurable relationship.

11. The people you have crazy sexual tension with are those you have 7h/8h/12h synastry with

[phantomsies]

SACRIFICE + eren j. , chrollo l.

two musical geniuses, a jealous husband vs. an obsessed ex..and the alliance between them that you’d never thought you’d see.

📝: musician x influencer au, (this is an expansion of the original one, an au within an au), black fem reader, smut themes, implied threesome, this is an excerpt and it will make sense once I post the full fic. If nobody is fucking with the concept, we’ll just pretend this never happened 🌚

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compromise…to settle a dispute by mutual concessions. To sacrifice and even bend for the sake of the greater good. Out of all of the intricate lyrics and enigmatic pieces composed by your husband, it wasn’t a word that had ever found mainstay in his vocabulary! For nothing, no one and especially not for a person whom he’d harbor resentment against. Or rather…hated their fucking guts with a passion! Extreme, but a far more accurate description. Although, you couldn’t blame him too much. After all, this was someone who reminded Eren not only of himself but of the harsh reality, that what once was…could always be again!

“Yeees, that’s it, gorgeous. That’s the pretty face I know..the same one you used to make when I was so deep inside of you..”

eyes trailing to the back of (y/n)‘s skull, those nimble fingers clawing into the dark silk sheets and your back raised from the mattress as your husband’s cock made what felt like permanent residence inside of those warm folds. The constant snapping of his hips with sporadic thrusts and that menacing smirk on his face: a sure fire sign that he had something to prove. He’d always fucked you like a rabid animal when he had a point to get across. When you’d angered him, when he missed you..and now, when your ex fling thought that he could make a return and swoop you out from under him. Too bad for him, that ship has long sailed and it was another man’s last name you were wearing these days. Not to mention the half a million dollar wedding ring. It was also your beloved EJ who couldn’t stop pulling orgasm after orgasm from that beautiful body..making you quiver and writhe in a fit of bliss whilst those delicious juices splattered his abs, the sheets and anything in its vicinity. The man who’d contorted your body until you folded and proceeded to drill that leaking pussy into full blown submission. All but etching his name on your insides to remind you who you belonged to. Hell, at this point, it was more consolation for himself more than anything.

“Don’t listen to that bastard, princess. Eyes on me…I’m the only one you need to focus on. Fuck him.”

but as that third climax neared and his thumb pad rolled around on your clit, Eren couldn’t help but to feel that your body was intertwined with his own but your mind resided somewhere else at the moment. That the other voice in the room had penetrated your psyche while he only held dominion over your flesh. It was a surefire way to piss him off, that was for certain. Because no matter how hard he grasped your hips, regardless of how far that fat, throbbing dick glided into you and stuffed that pretty cunt to the brim..no matter how many times you met his amazing strokes with the clap of that voluptuous ass, crying out to him for more and begging to let you squirt all over him as his rings pressed against your throat whilst tears, as well as a smile plagued your face. Or if he placed a foot on your head and fucked you reminescent of an animal as his new rival glared on. It didn’t make a difference how many times you called him ‘daddy’ or told him that he was making you feel so good; so tight that he felt as if his entire shaft was going to snap in half! Hell, you could shout to the heavens that it was all his. Anything to make him feel better..to console that already shattered ego of his. After all, it had to be pretty damn fragile to even entertain someone else when he was fucking the most beautiful woman either of them had ever laid eyes upon.

“How sad..even now, as our princess is about to come so hard for you..you can’t even grant her your full attention. And you think you’ll convince me that she’s in better hands with a man who’s so utterly selfish?”

because even as you centered his face to your own with a palm on his cheek and pleaded with him to look into your eyes as he stuffed you full of his seed..he too had accepted the fact that you were divided. Feeling defeated even now as you reach euphoria right underneath him. Because the man who had been viewing this salacious display..dark eyes glued to your nude bodies, fist clenched around that cock..stroking back and forth as veins protrude in his hands and precum seeped down the knuckles. His chest exposed as he stimulated those sensitive nipples..something his precious (y/n) had done so many times before. The man who felt more like a conductor to a salacious symphony rather than a helpless third party watching the girl he was once called his be fucked stupid by another guy..wasn’t interested in competing at all! Not when it came to music, awards shows, charts or even a seat at the proverbial table. And most certainly not for you. Even if it was a childish bet that had landed you here in the first place.

“Come now, pretty girl. Don’t hold back..you look as if you want to explode. It’s okay.”

and like that, rising to his feet ever so casually, he’d continue pumping that dick in his palm as he inched closer, snatching your face towards his own so that you could meet gazes like you did that first night you’d encountered one another. Eventually teasing the head against your plump lips and lobbing a trail of spit between them. Almost as if he wasn’t even in the room, as if it wasn’t his cock pleasuring you, (y/n) released at this man’s whim! As if he had trained you previously.

“Chrollo..” “That’s right..I’m here now, darling. Sorry to keep you waiting. Be a good girl for us and come. Don’t make him ask again.”

meanwhile, Eren could only glare as you made a mess of him, pawing at his abs and thanking him furiously for bringing you to ecstasy. But there was no need for ill will or hurt feelings. He wasn’t the enemy whatsoever. More so like an ally to his cause. Chrollo didn’t see the need in bickering when they could both enjoy you to their heart's content. When you desire them equally. A compromise. After all, it was what love and life were all about. And sadly, it didn’t seem he had a choice.

“You see, Eren. It’s what I’ve been telling you all along. If we work together, we can accomplish great things..I know our baby feels the same.”

[satkru]

Caked up Male!Reader getting hit on and felt up by his classmates at Jujutsu High.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 2nd yrs and 1st yrs x m!reader (w a FATTIE)

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ : zhellas bby.. ur reqs have my SOUL on a leash 😭

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ : m! reader w a big ol booty , (kindve??) oblivious reader , free-use reader , these students got NOO SHAME 🙏🏽‼️ , booty grabbing , booty slapping , groping (basically) , nsfw jokes abt the reader, i HATE panda so dont expect him to be here

YUUJI - ✦

y'all know yuuji aint the type of guy to let a perfectly good ass untouched, hes a literal FIEN for ts. so it wasnt a total surprise whenever yuuji was around his hand would sometimes (if not always) near y/n's voluptuous ass. his hand on one cheek gripping the ever living shit out of it. he just couldnt get enough of how circular it was and how it jiggled every time y/n walked.

before training, itadori would slap y/n's ass as a "good luck charm", as if the boner in his pants would help him in combat..

MEGUMI - ✦

fushiguro is the FARTHEST thing of a pervert, but when it comes to y/n.. god he just cant handle himself

hes very shy with his actions, mostly due to the fact that if he let himself get handsy with you, he'd go absolutely FERAL.

just the slight wobble of y/n's ass is enough to boggle megumi's mind and keep him busy for the next 2 hours.

but nevertheless, megumi is still a sane and sensible person around y/n, although he can be seen stumbling over his words whenever he does get the chance to talk to him.

NOBARA - ✦

goodness me.. nobara doesnt know how to keep her hands off y/n's fat ol booty..

she thinks she can excuse herself because shes "just a girl and girls can always feel up their friends butt whenever they want to" (her exact words) of course, because of her totally convincing tone, y/n doesnt think anything of the close and personal touching nobara does.

nobara LOVES grabbing handfuls of y/n's ass and wobbling it in her hands. making sure to take in every jiggle it produced.

INUMAKI - ᰔ

y/n is EXTREMELY lucky inumaki isnt such a freak, cs if he was, he would be commanding him to make it clap every second of the day.

inumaki isnt as handy as the others are, in fact, hes the most calmest of the bunch. but he does have his moments where he just cant help himself and starts to mess around with y/n. such as commanding him to grab something off the floor even if he was the one to drop it in the first place.

seeing y/n's arched back and his ass swaying back and forth just makes inumaki go into a frenzy. wishing he could act out everything hes ever thought of doing to you.

MAKI - ᰔ

LORD.. maki has absolutely ZERO shame in her body when it comes to y/n's fat ass. shes constantly hitting on him and fitting both of her hands around y/n's juicy and perky booty.

shes constantly making sex jokes between her and y/n and even goes behind to give him some "practice backshots".

maki makes absolute SURE that y/n's ass is constantly in perfect condition, even going as far as to carry a measuring tape to keep data on y/n's ass to see if it has grown or not.

definitely safe to say that she is very.. VERY... dedicated to the research of y/n's voluptuous booty..

YUUTA - ᰔ

im tired of ppl trying to play yuuta as a "sweet summer child", this man is DOWN for a BIG, JUICY FAT ASS like y/n's.

although he does get a bit nervous when hes around y/n due to his ass being so big it can make him hard just by one small movement.

yuuta is always taking the chances to feel up on y/n's bottom. if hes lucky enough, y/n will give yuuta special permission to lay his head of his butt.

which, safe to say, has made itself a special memory inside yuuta's brain.

[clarabowlover]

Happy 58th Birthday To Stunning Mexican Actress

Salma Hayek (Born 2nd September 1966)

[clarabowlover]

Valerie Leon - Promoting Her Film

Blood From The Mummy's Tomb (1971)

[heartlilith]

Astrology Observations

PART 6

Mercury/Gemini/Virgo/Chart Ruler in the 6th house natives have a telepathic connection to their pets

Water mercuries/water signs in the 3rd house have the perfect ASMR voices, so soothing

Saturn shows where you'll experience your karma, both good and bad. It also shows where others will experience their karma if they wrong you, for example. 1st house = your perception of the world, your looks. 2nd house = your finances, self worth. 5th house = your ability to have fun/date, your creativity, your kids. 7th house = your business partners, your lovers. 10th house = your career, public image.

The house your Pluto is in shows the themes that will be forever changing throughout your life.

Aries Mercury/Mars in the 3rd house always cuts people off when their talking (lol same) they're so impatient in communicating and hate when people beat around the bush

Your ASC sign + ASC persona chart ASC can tell you a lot more about how people see you. For me, I have natal Capricorn rising and my ASC PC has Aries rising = hardworking, moves fast, impatient, wants to finish projects in one sitting, bitchy, can be very harsh

^Example = Natal Libra Rising with ASC PC Scorpio rising, could make the Libra rising more secretive, creative, more attractive and alluring, can make a native more manipulative, "pretty privilege"

^Example = Natal Taurus Rising, ASC PC Sagittarius Rising - Can have a voluptuous body, more carefree, loves to travel and try new things, probably cooks great food from different cultures, extremely chill and laid back

5th house ruler in the 8th house loves to do taboo things on their free time (astrology, learning psychology, reading self help books, watching true crime docs)

5th house ruler in the 2nd house loves to go shopping and experiment with their style on their free time, loves design and probably rearranges their space a lot lol

5th house ruler in the 3rd house loves to read and write on their free time and talk to their friends on the phone. Loves to go for drives and try new spots that have opened up in their town

Fire signs in the 12th house dream a lot. They're more inclined to have "action" dreams.

4th house sign can give insight on the best way to emotionally nurture yourself, since it rules the mother. Fire signs = exercise, moving around, exploring, trying a physical hobby (rollerskating, a sport, yoga). Water signs = taking a shower, swimming, going to the beach, allowing your emotions to flow, art. Earth signs = spending time in nature obviously, walking around the yard barefoot, gardening, getting in touch with nature somehow. Air signs = talking to friends about stress, journaling, collaging, reading books, therapy

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[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Deja Vu -Oneshot

Word count: 2845

“Do you remember Y/N?”  Steve asked offhandedly one day.

Bucky scoffed. “Of course I do,” he replied.  

Steve hummed and smiled softly.  “I miss her.  She was real sweet.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed.

Y/N Y/L/N had been Bucky and Steve’s childhood friend.  She didn’t always join them on their escapades, but she was a constant in their lives.  She had been two years older than them and had taken on an older sister and at times motherly role to them, but as they got older the dynamic shifted.  She was extremely protective of them both.  Steve in a brotherly sense, and Bucky in a best friend way.  As they neared their late teen years Bucky’s feelings toward her changed from friendship to romantic, but he had never pursued her.  It just didn’t feel like the right time, he didn’t want to ruin the friendship between the three of them, and then eventually war broke out.  On his last night before he was due to ship out, he had gotten home from dancing and found Y/N on his stoop.

“Hey doll,” he greeted her, then saw her crying and frowned.  “What’s wrong?  What happened?”

She wiped her tears away and smiled sadly at him.  “I need you to promise me something that’s impossible, and I know it’s unfair of me to ask for it, but I’m going to.”

“Anything,” he said, taking her hands in his.

“Come home,” she whispered, her lips quivering as she fought back more tears.  “Come back.  And if you can’t, fight like hell trying, you hear me?”

Bucky’s eyes started to fill with tears.  Looking at his best friend, who had grown from a chubby, spunky little girl to a voluptuous, caring, fierce woman, he was overcome by the realization that this might be the last time he ever saw her.  He pulled her into a hug, holding her tight as her hands clutched at the back of his uniform.  “I promise,” he whispered.  “I’ll come home, and if I can’t, I’ll die trying.  I…I love you doll.”

“I love you, Bucky,” she said.  

They pulled apart and stared at each other for a moment, then Y/N stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.  It took him by surprise, and he barely had a moment to close his eyes and kiss her back before she pulled away.  She gave him a quick smile, then pulled out of his embrace and swiftly turned and walked down the street back to her house.  He watched her walk away, his eyes wide and his lips tingling from the kiss.  

He never saw her again after that.  For all she knew he and Steve had died in the war.  And maybe it was better that way, thinking they died rather than knowing all the pain and suffering they endured later.  But he never forgot her, even after all the brainwashing and the torture.  Bucky only wished that they had more time, one more chance to do it right. 

***

Bucky was walking along the booths of a vintage market fair, he and Steve perusing the old books, trinkets, clothes, cars, and everything that they would have seen growing up.  Steve had picked up an old toy car that looked astonishingly like one he had as a child, and Bucky was going through a stack of records.  He still enjoyed listening to older music, primarily from the 30s and 40s, but was looking for some things from the 50s and 60s to add to his growing collection.  He pulled a couple of records out, examining them, when someone held out a record in front of his face.

“Looking for some good old rock and roll?” 

Bucky nearly choked as his head whipped around and looked at the woman next to him.  Her voice sounded familiar, and when he looked at her his eyes bulged and his mouth fell open.  The same colored hair, though styled more modernly, the same face, the same voluptuous body, the same kind smile.  It couldn’t be.

“Y/N?” he asked, his voice coming out in a reverent hush.

She frowned.  “Um…how do you know my name?”

He frowned, blinking and shaking his head, sure that he was seeing things.  “You, y-you’re…I–”

“Hey Buck, what’s this…Y/N?” Steve asked, just as surprised as Bucky, staring at her in disbelief.

“Okay, uh, this is creepy,” Y/N said, her frown deepening and taking a step back.  

“No, no no wait, I’m sorry,” Steve spoke first, putting his hands up in surrender.  “You just look like someone we used to know a long time ago.  Like…almost exactly like her.”

Her face relaxed and she sighed, rolling her eyes.  “Oh, ha, yeah I get that a lot,” she said.  “I’m named after my great grandmother, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, and I inherited her face, too.”  She looked at both of them more intently, then her eyes widened.  “Wait…oh my god, Steve Rogers?” she asked, looking star struck.  “Bucky Barnes?”

Bucky silently reveled in hearing her say his name.  “Yeah,” he breathed.  “We uh, we knew her.”

“I know!” Y/N said, smiling widely.  “She wrote about both of you in her journal!  Oh my god, this is insane,” she laughed.  “My mom is gonna die when I tell her I met you guys.  It’s so nice to meet you.”  She extended her hand and Steve shook it with a wide grin, then Bucky shook her hand, still looking at her in awe.

“I’m sorry to stare, I’m just…a bit in shock right now,” Bucky said, chuckling at himself.  “You literally are the spitting image of her.”

“Weird, isn’t it?” she asked.  “I was just reading her journal this morning.  She really loved you guys, I hope you know that.”

Steve smiled kindly and nodded, while Bucky looked down.  “She was something special,” Steve said.  “Like the big sister I never had.”

They all continued talking for a while, walking down the market together and looking at odd bits and pieces.  It was getting late and Y/N looked at her phone.

“Ugh, I gotta get going.  Dinner plans.  But it was awesome to meet you both,” she said.  “Would it be weird if I asked for a hug?”

“Not at all,” Steve laughed, then leaned down and hugged her for a moment.  When she pulled away she looked at Bucky.  He nodded and leaned down, hugging her tight.  She gave the same great hugs that her great grandmother gave, and he took a deep breath, subtly getting a whiff of her perfume that smelled just like her, too.

She seemed to let him hold her a little longer than Steve, sensing that he needed that hug.  When she started to pull away he reluctantly let her go, giving her a sad smile.  “It was great to meet you,” he said quietly.

Y/N watched him for a moment before glancing at Steve, who was pretending not to watch them.  “Could I, uh, get your number?” she asked, giving him a hopeful look.  “And maybe, you know, I could show you some old photos we have, and her journal, if you’re interested?”

Bucky’s heart soared at the offer to see her again.  “Yeah, that’d be great.”

They exchanged information, and said goodbye to each other before she walked away and Bucky turned to Steve, who was giving him a knowing look.  

“Think you’ll have a chance this time, pal?”

“Fuck off,” Bucky said, shoving Steve’s shoulder.  But inside, he secretly hoped that maybe, in a weird way, he would.

***

“Dr. Strange?” Bucky called out as he stepped into the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Dr. Strange appeared on the floor above, peering down at Bucky.  “Sergeant Barnes, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Bucky walked up the stairs and shook his hand.  “I’m sorry to just come by unannounced, but I have a question that I don’t know who else would actually know the answer to without giving me some big religious speech.”

Dr. Strange chuckled.  “Well color me intrigued.  What’s your question?”

Bucky inhaled deeply.  “Is reincarnation real?”

Dr. Strange smiled.  “Hm, that is a great question.  One that many have philosophized and agonized over for centuries.  Why do you ask?”

“Well, I knew someone back in the day that I was close with, before the war.  She died a long time ago, but two weeks ago I saw her at a vintage market.  She looks just like her, sounds just like her, acts a lot like her.  Turns out it’s her great granddaughter.  They even share the same name!” he said, rubbing his face harshly.  “I can’t…I can’t get her out of my head.  It’s driving me crazy.  How is this possible?”

Dr. Strange nodded, considering his words.  “I can’t give you a definitive yes or no answer.  What I can say is that sometimes, when a soul or the universe has unfinished business, patterns can repeat themselves to try and mend what’s been interrupted or broken.  If this girl is almost the exact embodiment of your friend from days gone by, then there must be a reason she’s here in some form again.”  Bucky nodded, then Dr. Strange shrugged.  “Or it could just be amazing genes in the family.  A crazy coincidence.”

“Could be,” Bucky mused.  “Thanks.”

***

A year later Bucky and Y/N were hanging out on a Friday night, watching a movie at her apartment.  They had gotten really close since they met at the vintage market.  He had come to her mom’s place a week after they met where she showed him her great grandmother Y/N’s photos and journals, and he learned all about what had happened after he and Steve had left.  She had eventually married a returned soldier who was an engineer, and they had three children, one of which was Y/N’s grandfather.  She had always had a soft spot for Steve and Bucky, telling stories of her time with them when they were kids to her children as the story of Captain America and the Howling Commandos became legend.

After that she had become a regular part of his life, and as much as Steve was a part of their outings, she and Bucky had become close friends and spent a lot of one-on-one time together.  Steve could tell that the feelings Bucky had been fighting when they were kids were coming back for this girl, and he kept encouraging him to do something about it, but Bucky was once again afraid.  

“I’m just saying, you’d be hard pressed to find a really good rom com nowadays,” Y/N said, turning to face him more on the sofa, their attention pulled away from the movie playing on the TV.  “Like what happened?  Bring back the yearning men!  The pining love!  The passion!”

Bucky laughed at her impassioned speech.  “I have to agree.  The ones you’ve been showing me compared to what’s out now?  Not even close.”

“Exactly!” Y/N said, clapping her hands.  “It drives me nuts!  Where’s a man like that,” she pointed at the screen as Bill Pullman leaned against Sandra Bullock, “in my life?”

Bucky’s heart ached at that statement.  He wanted to be that man for her.  “He’s right here, pretty girl,” he smirked, trying to joke about it as he gestured to himself.

Y/N giggled at him, covering her face as she blushed.  “Ugh, I know.  Just make the move, Barnes, yeesh,” she said, playing into the joke and arching an eyebrow at him.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.  The joke was suddenly becoming too real.  They stared at each other for a long moment, then he leaned in closer, arching his eyebrow in challenge.  “Like…leaning?” he asked quietly, watching her reaction.

Her eyes widened, her eyes blinking rapidly as her gaze flicked across his face.  “That’s a good start,” she breathed.

“Yeah?” He raised his hand and cupped the side of her face, his thumb smoothing over her plump cheek.  He leaned forward just a little more, nuzzling her nose with his own and his gaze flicking from her eyes to her lips and back.  

Right as he angled his face, his lips with centimeters of hers, she inhaled sharply and pulled away.  “I’m not her, Bucky,” she said, shutting her eyes and hanging her head.

“What?” he asked, frowning at the sudden change in her demeanor.

Y/N leaned away, shrinking back into the corner of the sofa, crossing her arms over her chest and keeping her eyes shut.  “I see the way you look at me, like you can’t believe she’s back after all this time, like you have a second chance to be with her.  I may look just like her, and share her name, but I’m not my great grandmother.  I can’t…won’t replace some fantasy version of her you have in your memory.”

Bucky shook his head.  “No, Y/N, that’s not how I feel at all.”  She shook her head and held herself tighter.  “You’re right, when I first saw you I thought I was having some weird out of body experience.  I even went and talked to Dr. Strange about reincarnation.”  She smiled bitterly, opening her eyes but keeping her gaze looking away.  “But I know you’re not her.  And as much as I loved her, and cherished her friendship, she’s not you.”  Her gaze slowly moved back to him.  “In a lot of ways you’re just like her.  But she didn’t swear like a sailor and say the dirtiest innuendos while looking ridiculously innocent.”  She smiled, looking a little embarrassed but happier.  “She was fiercely protective of Steve like he was her brother, like you are, but she never put him in his place like you do.  You’re not afraid to sass him back.”  She rolled her eyes, biting back a wide smile at the thought of how many times she and Steve got into teasing fights, where she would feed off of Bucky’s jabs until Steve would glare at them both and sulk about them making fun of him.  

Bucky scooted close to her again, pulling her to face him.  “You might have her face, but she never looked at me the way you do,” he said quietly.  “She may have loved me in some way, cared about me, but I was never as close to her as I am with you.  Remember that time I called you doll, then quickly corrected?”  She lightly frowned then nodded.  “Because it felt wrong.  I used to call her, and most girls back then, doll.  But you’re not doll.  You’re Y/N.  You’re my Y/N.  My pretty girl.”  He leaned forward, nuzzling her nose again and then kissing it, her eyelids, her forehead and down both her cheeks as his hands held her under her jaw, his fingers tickling her neck and behind her ears softly.  “You’re not my second chance at her.  You’re my second chance at love in my very long, complicated mess of a life.  I want you, not her memory.  Just you.”

Y/N eyelids fluttered as he kissed near her mouth, then looked at him earnestly.  “I want you, too,” she whispered.  

He smiled softly, pressing his forehead against hers.  “I’m sorry I ever made you feel like you weren’t enough just as you are, that I wanted some idealized version of you.”

She sighed, nuzzling his nose back.  “It’s hard when I’ve been constantly compared to her my whole life.”

Bucky moved closer, hugging her as best as he could.  “Just because you’re similar doesn’t mean you’re the same.  You are you, and I love you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened.  “Love?”

“Love,” he nodded, knowing he was saying it too early.  “Will you give me a chance to prove it, pretty girl?”

She watched him for a moment, looking him over like she was trying to make sure he meant what he was saying.  When she was satisfied her smile returned, wide and bubbly, and she giggled that soft, breathy giggle that he loved.  “Yeah,” she said, then leaned in and kissed him.

Bucky kissed her back, slowly, taking his time to feel and enjoy it.  It was definitely different from his last kiss from almost 90 years ago, but in the best way.  She was insistent, intentional, her lips pressing firmly against his, like she was taking her time to enjoy it as well.  Her hands lifted to grip his wrists near her face, and his hold on her face tightened as he angled his face to kiss her deeper, harder, more hungrily.  His chest felt like it was fizzling with his excitement, his head fuzzy as metaphorical fireworks went off in his mind.  This was better.  So much better.  Like unfinished business being settled.  

Y/N slightly pulled away, staring at his lips then glancing up at him.  “Please tell me that wasn’t like deja vu for you?”

Bucky laughed and shook his head.  “No pretty girl.  You’re one in a million.”

[cornsoupflavour]

New Year's Eve (AriaSaki NSFW Smut)

⚠️18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI⚠️

TWITCH AriaSaki x Fan!Male Reader

Tags: 1.9k words, wholesome, quickie, new year's kiss(?), creampie, hidden sex

At a New Year's Eve party held by an old friend, the loud music and laughter filled the room as guests socialized and mingled. You, Y/N, spotted a familiar face from the cosplay and gaming scene, Aria Saki. Her long, dark hair flowed gracefully, and her voluptuous figure was accentuated by her tight, red dress. You couldn't help but admire her from a distance.

Gathering the courage, you approached her and tapped her gently on the shoulder. She turned around, her doe-like eyes widening slightly, not recognizing you immediately. "Hello, I'm Y/N, a fan of yours," You nervously introduced yourself.

Aria's cheeks flushed a rosy shade as she smiled, "Oh, hi, Y/N. It's nice to meet you in person. I've seen your comments on my streams and social media." Her shyness was adorable, and it made you feel more comfortable around her.

You both chatted about your favorite games, cosplays, and food. Her passion for cooking was evident as she reminisced about the dishes she'd created for her friends. Your conversation flowed smoothly, the awkwardness fading away as you both discovered your shared interests.

The room was dimly lit by the glowing lights of the Christmas tree and decorations. The atmosphere was electric, yet cozy. You laughed and talked about your resolutions for the upcoming year. You could see the sincerity in her eyes as she spoke about her aspirations, and a connection began to form between the two of you.

Your hands brushed against each other as you each reached for a drink, and for a moment, you felt a spark. Aria's gaze met yours, and we both knew that this seemingly ordinary night had just become extremely special. The anticipation for the new year was palpable, but the anticipation between you felt even more electrifying.

As the night progressed, more people arrived, and the once intimate atmosphere transformed into a chaotic hubbub. You felt overwhelmed, the loud music pulsing through your body, and the crowds closing in. You noticed Aria's eyes darting nervously around the room, a clear sign of her discomfort.

You gently took her hand, leading her away from the madness. You passed by the living room, the kitchen, and finally reached a secluded bedroom. It was dimly lit, with soft pillows scattered across the floor. This seemed like the perfect refuge.

Once inside, Aria let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Thank you, Y/N. It's amazing how the chaos outside seems miles away in here," she whispered, glancing around the room.

You both sat down on the floor, getting comfortable. "So, what do you usually do when the crowds get to you?" you asked, curious about her coping mechanisms.

Aria thought for a moment before answering, "Usually, I retreat to a quiet place like this one, close my eyes, and focus on my breath. It calms me down and allows me to recharge before rejoining the fray." You were impressed by her self-awareness and her strategies for managing her anxiety.

You continued to chat about yourselves, your passions, and your insecurities. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, and you both found yourselves connecting on a deeper level. The trust and comfort between you grew, and you could feel the tension of the night dissipating.

The room was peaceful, the soft hum of the heating system providing a soothing background sound. Outside, the party raged on, but neither of you seemed to mind. In this haven, the two of you were content, sharing a quiet moment amidst the chaos.

As the night wore on, you found yourselves discussing the creative processes behind cosplay, streaming, and cooking. You were both intrigued by the others' methods, sharing your thoughts and secrets with one another. Your bodies were close, your legs touching as you sat side by side on the floor.

Aria leaned in, her face inches from yours, a look of intense interest in her eyes. "So, Y/N, when you're designing a cosplay, how do you visualize the final product? What's your go-to method?" She bit her lower lip, her breathing shallow.

You answered, "Well, I usually start by sketching, trying to get the proportions and details just right. Then, I'll gather fabrics, patterns, and trims that match my vision. It's a long and meticulous process, but the result is always worth it."

You could see a glint of admiration in her eyes as she nodded. "I'm the same with cooking. I'll picture the dish in my head, the textures, the flavors, and then I'll gather the ingredients and start the physical process. It's just... satisfying when it all comes together."

The air between the two of you was electric, charged with the tension of your growing attraction. You could feel your heart racing, and you knew Aria was experiencing something similar. Without warning, your lips met her neck, giving her a soft, lingering kiss. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed.

Aria returned the gesture, leaning into you, her lips trailing down your jawline. "Aahh, Y/N, mmmhh..." Her words trailed off, a contented moan escaping her lips.

You could no longer fight the desire that was building between the two of you. You gently moved Aria to the bed, your hands exploring her body as she did the same to you.

As you rolled her dress down, Aria's breath hitched. "Mmmm, Y/N... you feel... your hands… So gentle…"

You partly removed her dress, revealing her lace lingerie. You leaned in, taking a nipple into your mouth, flicking your tongue against it. Her hands became tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, as she moaned in delight.

Aria slipped her hand between your legs, her fingers deftly working your erection through your pants. "Gnnnngh... Y/N... oh, fuck... don't stop..."

In that moment, you both knew that this encounter would be one to remember. Your hands, mouths, and bodies moved in sync, exploring each other, creating a harmony that was both submissive and dominant.

Aria's hands fumbled with the buttons of your pants, freeing your hard cock. She pushed her dress up slightly, revealing her lace-clad ass as she straddled you on the bed. She could feel your erection pressing against her, the heat from your body driving her wild.

Her eyes met yours, her face flushed, and her breathing heavy. "Fuck, Y/N, I want you so badly," she whispered, her hand guiding your shaft to her entrance.

You groaned, "Aria, you have no idea how badly I want you, too."

Slowly, Aria lowered herself onto your cock, moaning loudly as the head of your shaft penetrated her. Her eyes fluttered closed, the feeling overwhelming her.

The two of you ground against each other, your hands roaming over each other's bodies. She leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. Her moans grew louder, muffled by your mouth.

As Aria began to ride you, her hips moving in a seductive rhythm, you gripped her ass, guiding her, and adjusting her pace. "Oh, Aria... you feel so fucking amazing," you encouraged her.

Aria's moans grew louder as she began to ride you, her hips undulating in a hypnotic pattern. The feeling of her slick, hot walls gripping your shaft sent shivers down your spine. Your hands roamed her body, caressing her soft skin, pulling her closer, and guiding her movements. The rhythmic slapping of wet flesh against wet flesh filled the room, echoing the intensity of your passion.

You could feel the veins on your shaft straining, your need for release growing with every thrust. Your lips clashed against hers, tongues dueling for dominance, as your hands gripped her ass, pulling her down harder onto your shaft.

Aria's moans became even louder, the sound muffled by the deep, passionate kiss between the two of you. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead as she rode you, her body a testament to the pleasure she was experiencing.

The sensations were driving you both closer to the edge. "Aria, fuck, you're so tight... so wet..." you groaned, your words laced with desire.

Aria leaned back, her eyes locked on yours. "Y/N, I can feel all of you inside me. I need more... I need you to take control," she pleaded.

You complied, firmly gripping her hips, you began to thrust up into her, driving yourself deeper with each powerful stroke. Aria's moans grew higher in pitch, her body quivering in response to your dominance. The two of you moved as one, a symphony of pleasure, building to a crescendo you both could feel in your cores.

She leaned back, her eyes locked on yours. "Mmmm, Y/N, don't stop. Please, I need you deeper inside me."

Aria's moans grew more desperate as you took control, your thrusts more forceful, her body responding to your demands. Her nails raked down your chest, leaving tender trails in their wake. Sweat glistened on both of your bodies, a testament to the heat that now filled the room.

The volume of your combined pleasure grew louder, the bed creaking under the pressure of your movements. Aria's body began to tense, her eyes fluttering closed as her climax neared. "Y/N... I'm... so close..." she gasped, her nails digging deeper into your skin.

The sound of the party outside grew fainter as the world around you narrowed to the intense connection between the two of you. You knew you couldn't hold back any longer. "Aria, cum for me. Let's reach this together," you urged her, your voice thick with lust.

You could feel the clock ticking closer to midnight, the anticipation and excitement building. Your thrusts and her movements became more aggressive, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

Aria's breath grew ragged as her climax neared. "Gnnnngh, Y/N, I'm... I'm almost there... please don't stop...","Don't worry, Aria, I won't. You're bringing me right there with you," you promised, your own release imminent.

The sounds of revelers counting down to the new year could faintly be heard. The moment the clock struck twelve, Aria's body tensed, her moans becoming loud and unrestrained. Her orgasm rippled through her, her nails digging into your chest.

The sensation of her orgasm was enough to push you over the edge. You thrust into her one last time, your release filling her. Aria's orgasm ripped through her once more, her body convulsing as she cried out your name. The sensation was enough to push you over as well, your release filling her in a rush of pure bliss. As the wave of ecstasy subsided, you both collapsed onto the bed, Aria laying on your chest, her breath hitching as she recovered from her climax.

As you lay there, entwined, the sounds of the party outside grew louder. You both shared a tender kiss, your bodies still shuddering from the intense pleasure. The new year had brought with it a new, intimate chapter for the two of you.

You whispered to Aria, "Happy New Year, Aria. May this year bring us even closer," as you both cuddled, the world outside the room faded, leaving only the two of you, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter.

Aria smiled softly, her eyes meeting yours as she whispered back, "Happy New Year, Y/N. I have a feeling this year will be one to remember." She nuzzled her head against your chest, the warmth and closeness of your embrace offering a comforting end to the eventful evening.

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]

[thighsa]

If you owned an adult entertainment company, what would you have the StayC members each specialise in?

Sumin, the petite yet curvaceous leader, would excel at role-playing scenarios, effortlessly transitioning between dominant and submissive roles due to her small stature. She'd bring her confident stage presence to every scene, particularly excelling at dirty talk and commanding performances as a dominatrix, schoolgirl, or office worker. Her versatile vocals would also feature prominently in audio-only content like phone sex and guided fantasies.

Sieun, equally petite with a slender build, would focus primarily on sensual, intimate scenes that highlight her delicate features and soft voice. She'd shine in gentle, tender lovemaking and erotic massage sequences, adding an air of vulnerability and innocence to close-up moments. Her petite size would also enable her to perform intricate, detailed work on partners' bodies without overpowering them.

Isa, blessed with a voluptuous hourglass figure, would naturally gravitate towards hardcore, high-energy content. Her thick ass and thighs would be the focal point of many anal and group sex scenes, while her experience as a main dancer would translate seamlessly into performing acrobatic, physically demanding positions with ease. Isa's confidence and charisma would make her a fan favorite among viewers seeking raw, uninhibited sexuality, particularly in contexts like gang bangs, creampie shots, and rough anal play.

Seeun's curvy physique and long legs would serve her exceptionally well in foot worship and BDSM scenes, where her height provides a natural power dynamic. Her versatility as a visual and vocalist would allow her to easily transition between different roles and genres, from rough bondage and discipline to romantic role-play and sensual massage.

Yoon's slim, athletic build would make her an excellent fit for more experimental and edgy content. She might explore themes like age play, cosplay, or even medical fetishes, utilizing her youthful appearance to full effect. Her vocal range and expressive face would bring depth to emotional scenes, whether portraying the innocent victim or the provocative tease. Yoon's flexibility and stamina would also allow her to perform complex, physically demanding acts with grace and precision, making her a standout in content involving suspension, aerial sex, or extreme positions.

J, the maknae with a slim yet curvy body, would embody our resident wild child. Drawing upon her rapping background, she'd thrive in intense, aggressive scenes - rough sex, spanking, even mild S&M. Her playful nature and mischievous grin would make her a hit for comedic relief and taboo content like incest or unconventional relationships.