#I loved it anon

[the-kingshound]

My Hound’s POV for the Mordred saying goodbye after being given jewelry that belonged to the Hound prompt. I’m not entirely happy with it, but I would be writing a whole-ass multi-chapter fanfic to do so.

Warnings:

My Hound is currently unnamed as I am indecisive, so his name is never mentioned here. When you see a they/them/their used in a place where a singular could be, it’s for Arthur as my Hound is he/him.

Slight suicidal ideation in one line, only hinted at and not outwardly said. If you want to avoid it, it’s in the same paragraph that starts with: “He had never thought he would live past the age of perhaps forty”.

My punctuation sucks.

Work Below:

“I don’t want this! I want you!”

The words nearly break his resolve. For a long time, he had merely been moving through the motions, doing as his parents wished and obeying without question even if something broke in him with every new order.

He thought that it would be the same when he came to Camelot, trading one set of rules and expectations for another but, it wasn’t.

He hadn’t expected to find love in the spouse he’d been arranged to marry, one whom he had only married to end a war and yet, he had. In that man he found love, in their castle he had found family that he never thought he would have and a child that he had never expected but would never give up.

He was the King’s Hound, he would do anything for Arthur, to protect Arthur and Camelot.

There was one who held even more of his loyalty than Arthur, however, and it was the seventeen-year-old boy breaking down in his arms, clutching a ring that they had both picked out together, knowing the boy had a matching one himself, kept safe in his room as he had long since outgrown it.

His hope was that Mordred would eventually grow to wear this one, that if he ever had a child of his own, he would take that child sized one back in his room, tell the story of the day they spent together, sneaking away from his responsibilities and Mordred’s lessons for a single day, when they stumbled across a jeweler and he had decided to treat the child to something that would tie them together, to show him that even when he was gone, he was still there.

The rings weren’t the best quality, at least not for royalty, but they were theirs and held memories far more valuable than anything the best jeweler could have crafted with the rarest stones and metals.

The rings had reminded him of his home, of Ireland and the landscape that he could still see when he closed his eyes, the sound of the ocean hitting the base of the cliffs and the smell of the salt in the air. The music and art and food, all the things he had shared with Mordred in hopes that he could eventually show the child his home that he missed dearly, even if he would never return to it to live out his days.

He wanted to show it all to Mordred and could only hope that those left behind will do so in his place.

He didn’t want to leave this child behind, didn’t want to cause the heartbreak that he could already see forming without having stepped away yet.

Arthur had given him a new purpose and so had Mordred, each in their own ways.

Arthur had tried to convince him to not go, to stay and he would figure something out that wouldn’t end in the death of their spouse. It had been an hour of arguing back and forth, of trying to convince Arthur that there was no other way. There was no time. There was nothing they could do but allow him to protect them one final time or leave Camelot to slaughter.

He knew, too, that if he allowed his own heartbreak, his own fear of leaving them to show, that Arthur wouldn’t hesitate to try and sacrifice Camelot for him. Foolish, kind-hearted Arthur who sometimes struggled with the kind of choices a king had to make.

One life for thousands. It should have been an easy choice. It was a foolish thing to think the life of one outweighed the rest and Arthur would never forgive himself for their lives lost.

He would never forgive himself for this, either. It’s why his loyal Hound was the one to make the final call, to make the choice that his kindhearted husband would have chosen wrong on, if he saw how this choice weighed on his consorts’ mind and heart and his consort wouldn’t survive having so many lives sacrificed just so he could live.

It was the kind of foolish thing that had made his love for his spouse grow over the years. That kind, foolish heart was something he never had himself, something he had never had others show to him before. Not since some of his siblings, anyway, and even with them it was different to the devotion than what Arthur provided him.

Yet, it wasn’t enough to keep their spouse from making the final decision for him, just as he sometimes had before during their… huh, he hadn’t realized how little time it had truly been since he had married Arthur and came to Camelot.

Mordred was eleven and he is only seventeen, now. A mere six years had felt like so long surrounded by people who held no blood relation to him and yet felt as if they had grown up together instead of being on opposite sides for most of their lives due to Uther and the war.

He felt himself clear his throat absentmindedly, trying to keep tears at bay. Mordred’s begging for him to stay was almost enough to make him do just that. If this child saw him breakdown, he wasn’t sure how much more he could take from Mordred before his resolve broke completely.

He didn’t want to leave; he didn’t want to die. He had something worth living for and despite how long the last five years had felt for all the happy memories that had been created, it was too soon.

He had never thought he would live past the age of perhaps forty, if he were lucky. The use of his magic during the war and these past years, the injuries, the assassination attempts, his own crushing hatred of himself at times… living long was never in the cards for him, one way or another if he were to be honest with himself. Back when he thought about this more, however, was during the war. Before he had something worth fighting to stay around for.

He took a breath and pulled away from Mordred, holding his face in his hands just as he had done when he had given his child the ring.

“I love you, a Stóirín.”

He placed a final kiss on top of Mordred’s head and dropped his arms from the teenager, clenching his hands into fists at the broken sob the child let out when he broke contact.

He turned on his heel and moved forward, his sword hanging heavy on his hip and making him wonder if Excalibur was currently trying to comfort its wielder as he broke down within the castle, surrounded by his other loved ones, though none of them would be able to take away this hurt.

He heard a scuffle behind him, the sound of someone being grabbed and he knew it was Mordred being restrained by the knights who had followed him out of the castle when he had gone running for his other parent.

His breath hitched at the sound of Mordred demanding to be let go, of his hoarse voice calling out to someone he would never see alive again, if his body was even able to be recovered at all, and refused to look back.

It was only after he was far enough away that Mordred wouldn’t hear the choked sob, that he let himself break down a little, and only a little. Just enough to keep him focused when he finally met his end, enough to allow him to smile when those who dared threaten his home, his family, his child and damn them to hell with him. For them to realize that they wouldn’t touch a single person from Camelot and all that planning, years of laying in wait and gathering their forces, would be gone in a single night.

He took a steadying breath, fire igniting in his eyes with his goal in mind.

Their deaths would be quick, if only to minimize the chances of his failure, but it would be agony as they had never experienced.

Yes, they would see why he is the King’s Hound.

#i loved it anon #you are such a good writer #thanks for making me suffer btw😭 #mordred is never going to recover #same for arthur #(loved the description of him by your mc's perspective) #tkh fanwork #tkh fanfiction #talented lovely anon #mordred #mc

[dmagedgoods]

18 for all of them...........👀

18. What embarrasses them? Salvadore: Not as much as one might think. He is relatively hard to discompose. When someone misbehaves in ways irritating to him, he more often reacts calmly and condescendingly and turns the tables to humiliate them if he can. Also, as those not knowing him well might not be aware of: He has a dark sense of humor and a weakness for certain kinds of pranks in case someone pulls them cleverly. He also enjoys (and returns) witty remarks aimed to tease. If things get too over the top silly, he may lose interest and go back to work, though, unless you manage to bring him into a silly mood too and this only happens in private settings and with the people he allows close in a specific way. He’s not bothered by sexual innuendos, doesn't hesitate to use harsher language than usual when a situation requires it, and has no problems withstanding unpleasant tension – he may even enjoy it, should the other person struggle with it. To embarrass him, you need his trigger points. Find something he does not know about a topic important to him (hard) and show that he lacks information. Alternatively, ruin one of his plans / speeches / meetings / whatever so he looks incompetent without giving him a chance to save the situation. Or make fun of him in a way that actually bothers him for this reason or that. Of course, if you want to go all in and aren’t scared to cause worse than simple embarrassment (while embarrassment, humiliation even, will absolutely be part of it), there are other options too: Mock him with the things his brother did to him when he was a child in case you found out about it. Or be good enough to take away his control, overpower him physically (or by using magic), and make him feel helpless. Or bring him into a situation without his usual means where he can’t ask for support as a quit pro quo but actually has to beg for help (he may not do that though and rather dies). Rowley: Nothing. Nothing at all. That’s the problem with him. He is entirely shameless and only ever plays with the embarrassment of others. Eneas: It’s hard to embarrass Eneas. He went through too much that required him to get rid of all pride in certain moments. It taught him that pride usually serves little purpose. He doesn’t have the slightest problem to bow or kneel or to say whatever gets him what he wants or needs. When he’s attacked in a way he can’t immediately escape, he switches into a calm but submissive role, not challenging the strength of the opponent until the very moment he sees the opportunity to disarm or kill them with one single counter strike (figuratively or literally). Superficial insults and provocations? Childish, they won’t cause much at all. The only embarrassment happening to him here and there is secondhand embarrassment when people act in ways he considers overly blunt, annoying, disgusting, or just unpleasant. Rowley manages from time to time. Cian:

Cian is prideful but can swallow his pride if he truly must to achieve his goals or if has no choice left. Nonetheless, he feels intense embarrassment when it comes to it.

He hates it to be ungraceful and tries to always stay in control over himself. It also strongly embarrasses him to make a mistake and to be witnessed before he can resolve it or if someone catches him not knowing something he’s supposed to know in his opinion. He needs to be perceived as smart and independent at all times or it might kill him. Connected to this, Cian is absolutely terrible at asking for help and would rather struggle all alone than go through the humiliating process of showing that he failed or needs a supporting hand in it.

#such a great and fun question 😁 #I loved it anon #thank you! #oc: salvadore #oc: rowley #oc: eneas #oc: cian #ask games #my ocs #dmagedtexts

[vampiricsheep]

artists rb this with your favorite thing about prev's art-style in the tags

#making this post specifically bc im thinking of my friends with love #but rather than send another round of anon asks o figured we could spread the love! #oh wait should I put this in the searchable tags um #tag game

[wispscribbles]

I love your ghost design. I wanna squeeze him :⁠^⁠)

If no hug then why hug-shaped???

#thank youuuu! squeeze that mentally unstable adult man! he needs it! #ask #anon ask #ghostsoap #soapghost #my art #cod fanart #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap x ghost #doodle #fav hc about ghost is that he is so incredibly touch starved and everyone just assumes he hates touch #but Soap is so touchy he keeps forgetting not to hug and pat and lean on Ghost #and each time Ghost is like ‘what is happening to me?? why do I want to melt rn??? I think I’m in love???’ #outwardly he is a stone wall as usual #until Soap actually remembers to give Ghost space bc he thinks that’s what he wants #and Ghost has to finally be the one to reach out and ask for touch #and Soap is the happiest camper #from then on they are stuck together with glue #this all has nothing to do with your ask I’m sorry #I’ve got ghoap on the brain I can’t help it #complete side note: I have many asks in my inbox and I’m so happy y’all write!! just pls bear with me bc I am very slow to respond

[ahhrenata]

redraw of this ooooold piece

#i had a very different style starting out #I appreciate the love for it! #Star Wars #clone wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #sw art #thanks for that request anon #🩷

[moechies]

sitting in between tojis legs and letting him play with ur nipples while whimpering n squirming !!! ^.^

“stop movin.”

the man grumbles, left hand sprawled over the fat of your tummy to hold you still. his right hand snakes under your loose top, rough pads of his fingertips coming up to tweak at your sensitive nipples.

“stop it , you pervert !”

his hand gropes the fat of your tit, thumb brushing over the sensitive nub.

“y’like it. doesn’t that make you the perv baby?”

you exempt a noise halfway between a gasp and a moan, head falling back into the divot of toji’s shoulder. your hand comes up to his, pulling at his hand in an attempt to stop the assault on your tits.

“stop it baby . let it happen, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“but.. mmf— ‘s sensitive toji..”

his face brushes up against yours, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your swollen lips. your moans come out as gasps, feeling a chuckle reverberate from his mouth into yours when he realizes you’re unable to keep up with his pace.

“y’r nipples are so sore. dirty girl, y’want me to suck on ‘em?”

knowing him , he would anyways even if you had said no.

he flips you around , mounting your body onto his so that you’re facing him, scrunching your shirt up above your tits just enough to suckle on your fat buds, his roaming fingers coming up to tweak at the other.

somehow, it felt even dirtier allowing the man to feel you up with your shirt all bunched up instead of completely off .

“hah.. t-toji .”

“mm..”

he mumbles into your fat tit, the vibration making you shiver.

“g-gonna.. gonna cum, toji, wait—“

‘nasty girl .’

he mumbles into your chest followed with a chuckle , you sigh at the feeling. “cum f’me then . ”

and you rightfully do, body shivering as your hands grasp tighter onto the bed of toji’s hair. your moans turn into heavy gasps, whining when toji pulls off of your nipple with an obnoxiously loud ‘pop!’

his face is plaqued with a shit eating grin, one that resembles his growing pride.

his mouth connects to your bud by a string of his spit, flicking his tongue on your tit once again to clean you off.

he gives your bud a tough squeeze with his fingers, earning a deserving slap to his hand.

“owie ! stop it toji , y’r such a perv . . !”

“oh baby .” he lays his body atop of yours, pressing a hot kiss onto your lips.

“y’ just came untouched , ‘nd you’re calling me the perv ? get your facts straight , doll .”

#I LOVE THIS RWQUEST #anon u get it ily ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji <3 #jujutsu toji #toji smut #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x y/n #toji x reader smut #toji x you #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊ #requests ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 chapter 4 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 chapter 4 spoilers #stage in playful land #i hope this is legible whoops #anon i am sorry but you made the fatal mistake of asking me to talk about diasomnia #insert 'i just think they're neat' jpg #i do like the other characters a lot but they are definitely my favorites #they just hit a lot of my favorite things in characters i guess! #yes even you sebek even though you keep shrieking NINGEN at me #(it's okay he gets Character Development™ later) #and their dynamic! it's great! these guys frikking love each other SO much and they WILL have terrible terrible angst about it #ohoho delicious #give me all your emotional hangups baybeeeee #also somewhere in there i went from 'i like them all equally (but lilia is the most fun to draw)' #to 'lilia is absolutely my favorite (and still the most fun to draw) (EVEN MORE fun now thank you swishy ponytail!)' #(it was probably when his candy coating got a little scratched and whoops all the tragedy fell out) #(where's that 'get loved loser' post because i need to staple it to lilia's forehead) #i am extremely bad at putting things into words so please don't ask me to explain it any further #just know that the diafam is everything to me and if we don't get more episode 7 soon i'm going to crumble into dust and blow away #we'll be getting the crowleytimes on monday and maybe there will be. idk. some foreshadowing or something in his groovy #probably not but LOOK i'm desperate

[cali]

inferno darling groudon supervises the end of a lot of things

crops and a link to this as a print

#my longest biggest hardest picture ever #if u love me zoom in and wade thru the lava and all that #art #i worked on this since that anon sent me a message let me check #JANUARY 10TH! #i work slow though #but it was 52 hours i counted #and my head changed a lot while working on it and it was very hard and and and and and #and im happy im done but also happy with the picturee 👍

[markscherz]

Is there any frog species you have a grudge against?

Meet Gephyromantis (Phylacomantis) pseudoasper

Peak calling activity? Between 3 and 4 am 😡

Its preferred perch? The canvas of my tent 🙃

The decibels of its call? Jet-engine levels 🫨

The sound? Fuckin' Star Wars lasers.

#fuck this frog in particular #frog #bioacoustics #frog recording #sounds #amphibian #Madagascar #wildlife #animals #nature #herpetology #Gephyromantis #Gephyromantis pseudoasper #Phylacomantis #answers by Mark #anon #anonymous #I love them really #very round #but oh my god #so loud #literally impossible to sleep through #I had some really restless nights in this forest #also they only call every few minutes #so you have these lulls #followed by INCREDIBLY LOUD BURSTS OF SOUND

[lesbiandardevil]

story in two parts but im posting them again together cause its funnier

my commissions are open btw hii | click here 🍉

#to that anon whining about fat falin habe you considered i can do whatever i want forever? #anyway i love drawing them being silleyyyy like arghh theyre just hanging out ?????? like that???????? #i miss them etc #farcille #falin touden #marcille donato #laios touden #kabru of utaya #dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #my art #lesbians

[pirateprincessjess]

I forgot how to have a conversation because I was so excited for garlic bread… I can never go back to Walmart

#this is what the garlic bread Anon was referencing #I can’t believe I forgot to post this here #yall will love this #pirateprincessjess #garlic bread

[nvuy]

h.how do we feel .

“Uh… sorry ‘bout the mess. I’ll make it up to ya.” For good measure, the space cowboy kicks one of the corpses to the side with his boot.

You clutch your chest tighter, heart racing. “You just killed fifteen IPC soldiers in my bar.”

“Yep.”

“You–”

He suddenly looks offended. “Hey. I did the world a favour. I don’t take kindly to rats puttin’ their fudgin’ filthy hands on the merchandise.” He gestures to his torso. Then, he whistles, placing his thumbs on the waistband of his pants. “But, nice place ya got. This your business?”

Dazed, you nod slowly. Your eyes flit to the broken sign and the smashed television hanging over the bar counter.

The bottles are smashed to bits. There’s liquor spilled all over the floor—expensive liquor. This would cost a fortune to fix, let alone to then replace all of the products.

You exhale shakily. You try not to look at the bodies.

The cowboy pities you. You can see it on his face. He says nothing. He awkwardly clears his throat and skims the rim of his hat with his fingers.

This sucks.

“How ‘bout this? I’ll give ya the bounty money so you can fix this place up.”

“Will you pay for my therapy sessions as well?” you chime in, murmuring beneath your breath.

He cracks a smile. “If that’s what you want.”

You lean over the counter and place your head in your hands. Tiredly, you ask, “how much?”

You hear the cowboy click his tongue in thought. “‘Bout… seventy-five? Give or take?”

You look at him from between your fingers. “Huh? Seventy-five hundred?”

The cowboy, yet again, looks offended. “Million, hun. I don’t do my job for cheap. What do I look like to you?”

You squawked. “Seventy-five million?”

“You heard me.” He cocks his head to the side, lips pressed into a thin line. “Why? You like that?”

“You can’t give me seventy-five million credits. Are you serious?” You could feel your face burning in shock. Your hands slam onto the counter, and you point an accusing finger in his face. “You must run some sort of shady business.”

The cowboy looks to the left for a moment.

He blinks at you like you’re stupid.

“You’re serious?” you repeat.

Instead of answering, he pulls out his phone from his pocket. You say nothing about the flimsy orange case, instead watching as he fumbles and squints at the screen before turning it towards you.

He shows you the recent deposit.

As he said. Seventy-five million fat credits sit right there in his account.

Hesitantly, you grab the phone to peer closer. Curiously, you start scrolling. These deposits clearly weren’t new to him. There were so many starting back from about ten years ago. There was a recent one of two-hundred thousand, then another just crossing fifty-seven million–

You were going to pass out. You hand his phone back to him with trembling fingers.

“Seventy-five sound good, or ya want some more?” He was tapping away on the screen again. “Gimme your bank details.”

“No!” You shake your head. “I don’t need your money. It’s fine.”

“How ‘bout eighty?”

“I–”

“Eighty-five.”

“No, I–”

“Round it up.” He turns the phone to you again, this time waiting for you to take it. An empty prompt of a receiver for the credits waits still. “One hundred.”

“Stop. I’m not taking your money.”

“I insist,” was all he said. “Got plenty to dispose of. And was never too responsible wit’ it anyway. Also, don’t really need to spend money on food and stuff, ‘cause, y’know–” He gestures to himself again. “I trashed your place. Lemme help ya fix it up.”

“I’m not taking your money,” you repeat.

The cowboy narrows his eyes at you.

To retaliate, you narrow them back.

Then, grumpily, he states, “you’re stubborn.”

“Yeah.” You bristle defensively. “And?”

“I like it,” he all but purrs. He leans over the counter, fingers drumming over the bench. “If ya don’t want my money, how’z about I take ya out for dinner? To say sorry?”

Huh? You lean back, cowering away from the sharp teeth he displays behind pulled lips. Your heart races in your chest, half out of the anxiety that riddles your veins, but also because he’s practically snapping his teeth in your face like a shark.

Your hands coil into weak fists.

“What do ya think, pretty?”

You look at him.

You suppose he’s handsome—you’re not sure if it’s appropriate to call a cyborg handsome. But he’s got lovely hair, and it falls over his shoulders like water. It covers half his face, but the eye you can see is… trustworthy, to an extent.

He’s definitely not the most insane man you’ve ever met, so that’s a bonus. He also just killed a bunch of soldiers in your territory. You didn’t like the IPC either, and maybe he did do you a favour, but still.

You sigh. You think the pleading flutter of his lashes won you over.

“Fine.”

“That’s the spirit.” He holds out his hand, palm facing upwards. “Phone.”

Your face twists suspiciously. “No funny business.” Hesitantly, you reach into your pocket and hand it to him.

He grins and takes it. “Not at all. I’m a super trustworthy guy.” You find it hard to believe him. Again, he seems to have trouble navigating your phone. He notices you staring. “Sorry. Can’t read very well.”

“Oh.” You straighten up slightly. “Do you want me to add your number instead?”

He makes a face at the phone.

“Nope. I got it.” He hands you back your phone after a moment. The contact is still open on the screen: Boothill. He’s somehow taken a photo of himself without you noticing. “Might’ve added an extra zero. Oops.”

“Oh.” You stare down at the phone number. “There's no zeroes in your number.”

“Sure.” Boothill pulls back from the counter with a tip of his hat. “I gotta run. I’ll set up our lil’ dinner date later.”

You turn your phone off. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“You got it, babe.” He blows you a kiss and waves his hand behind him.

As soon as the door shuts, you get a notification of a successful deposit into your bank account.

Your face immediately drains of blood as you frantically open up the app.

Seven-hundred and fifty million credits sit in your account.

The message attached to it reads, ‘Dont bot her snending it back. Wont work. LOL.’

#boothill x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #boothill hsr #boothill #to answer your question: i feel insane #✦ ( love mail. ) #✦ ( anon. ) #✦ ( scribbles. )

[saltmalkin]

i liked your speed painting of your cat. very interesting style that came out of it. do you think you could try other drugs? i'd be interested to see how that affects how you paint your cat. i think a drunk painting could be funny :)

speed painting means i painted it fast not that I was high on meth oh my god

#drug cw #i love you anon thank you for making my night #ask

[becca-e-barnes]

Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #🍯 anon #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #dom!bucky #I think this might be one of my favourites that I've written recently #That last line has been my go - to fantasy this week #it's come into my head every morning when I'm walking to the train #and I planned to write an exploration of it today #but you know #I like it just left there like that for now #I've spent most of my free time trying to book a mid-week city break #but I don't know where to start #I got a new piercing this week and I love it!! #but I was in work on Friday talking about it #and our graphic designer asked how many piercings I had #so I told him I have 8. So 3 in each ear #and the expression on his face was just pure maths #he didn’t question it lmao

[suntails]

happy birthday silver!!

#fun fact: i hate doing bday art but this was NEEDED. i was a woman possessed. this groovy fucked me UP #groovy was made in a lab specifically for me. im SICK im DESTROYED its so good. he fucking sweeps. we win #i need silver to stab the painting and be so upset abt it i need the Tension i AUGHHHHHH #silver i love u. i wanted him to touch the frame at first like gentle ponder vibes #but its a museum thats against the RULES. i have licked a statue at a museum but silver wouldnt break rules like that #anywho. im on mobile but i saw i have an ask so i gotta reply tmrw. ty to the anon for ur patience and thoughts i rly appreciate it #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #suntails

[nottsangel]

art cums the second u slap him for the first time when ur on top

he moans and begs u to hit him harder and degrade him for being such a fucking loser ughhhhhhh

warnings: smut 18+, riding, creampie, face slapping, degradation

it’s only been a few minutes but art already has to bite his swollen lip in order not to cum at the sight of you rolling your hips on top of him, tits bouncing up and down. the sounds of moans fill the room— not yours though, but his, coupled with a string of curse words and your name repeatedly spilling from his mouth.

“baby, ‘m gonna— ‘m gonna cum s-“ art begins but his face abruptly meets the palm of your hand, slapping him on the cheek and leaving a red mark on his skin as a whimper leaves his lips. “you gonna cum already? fuck, you’re so useless art.” you hiss, not even near your own orgasm yet as your hips increase in pace, nails digging into his chest.

“harder, p-please.” art pleads, causing you to furrow your brows. “what?” “i— i want you to slap me again, please, baby.” you scoff at his desperation, feeling a surge of power as you gaze down at him— his blue eyes barely open, his plump lips parted, and his blonde hair clinging to his forehead, sweat trickling down his flushed face.

“so fuckin’ pathetic.” you sneer with a condescending tone before sticking your fingers into his mouth and forcing him to suck on them, “god, you’re such a fucking loser” you remove your spit-drenched digits from his mouth and drag his own saliva over his face, making a mess everywhere before your palm strikes his face with force once more, but even harder this time, the stinging sensation through his skin igniting a feeling of ecstasy throughout his entire body.

“oh my fucking god” art moans with his eyes closed before you suddenly feel a familiar pool of warmth deep inside of you, his hands tightly gripping your hips with all their might. “poor thing, couldn’t hold it any longer, huh?” he merely hums in response, unable to form any coherent sentences as he comes down from his high.

“‘m so sorry, baby. just… feels too fuckin’ good.” he murmurs, chest heaving up and down before you speed up again, bouncing up and down on his cock as his warm sperm drips down the insides of your thighs. hitched breaths escape his mouth as his brows knit together and his muscles tense from the intense overstimulation he’s experiencing. “so you’re sorry, huh? then shut the fuck up and help me cum.”

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