Okay But That One Anon Who Wondered Where Would Chris Like His Cum At And The Way You Answered Made Me

okay but that one anon who wondered where would Chris like his cum at and the way you answered made me think of a HC where you react to Chris shows his inner breeding kink because we all know he has one 😭😭🥵

you're not married or even engaged yet but your relationship is pretty serious

both of you know that you want to be with each other for the rest of your life

and so when he asks if you could maybe.... stop using your birth control

you actually feel okay with that

but ofc a little hesitant

he does a very good job of convincing you though

"baby girl," he starts, "you have no fucking idea how happy it'd make daddy to fill you up with my cum"

"to watch you carry our perfect child"

"to see how sexy you look when you're pregnant, how much more beautiful your body will become than it already is"

you can't help but think of how wonderful he'd be as a dad

and you know it's been his dream to have a family for a while now

he rubs your belly lovingly and leans down kissing at your neck

"all i want is to see your belly swell with my baby, sweetheart"

"and i'll take such damn good care of you when you're pregnant, anything for my baby girl and our son or daughter"

"please let daddy cum deep inside you tonight, baby doll... i'm not going to let one drop slip out"

you'd be lying if you said you weren't turned on

you look up at your boyfriend and slowly nod with a smile

"okay. let's make a baby, chris"

he practically groans just hearing you, even shudders a bit

this is better than any dirty talking he's ever heard before

when you guys are getting into it, he's already kissing and nipping lovingly at your belly as if the baby's already in there

"my sexy girl is going to look so fucking hot with her baby bump," he mutters along your skin

"gonna make sure any of those irritating boys who have their eye on you know you're mine now"

"you're going to be the most perfect damn mother, i know it"

as usual the sex is mindblowing, especially when paired with these husky whispers in your ear

and when he cums, he CUMS

he jerks his hips forward and presses into you as deeply as he can, a hiss of satisfaction escaping his throat

he pushes every single drop of cum in there just as promised

he even keeps his cock inside your pussy afterwards for good measure, the two of you cuddling in bed together as you cockwarm

you fall asleep with the warmth of his massive length inside you feeling completely content and secure

he smiles tiredly as he kisses your forehead

"i love you so much, mama."

Some Rules are Never Meant to be Broken

Pairing: Paramedic!Bucky X Reader

Rating: Mature

Genre: Greek/Roman Gods AU, Drama and maybe some Mystery 

Warnings: PTSD, Implied violence, anger control issues. Mentions of 9/11 attack and the war that follows. Otherwise mostly fluff, and some emotional therapy. 

Word Count: Heckin long 12,515. It started so well and then got away from me

Summary: Reader is a Muse living life as a tour guide at a museum. Bucky is struggling with returning home from war and adjusting to civilian life. He used to be a paramedic and now works security, but what he really misses from his pre-war life is his ability to draw. Cue the reader, determined to do her job and get him back to a point where he can do what he loves most. But, spending that much time with anyone always leads to romantic feelings, which is against her laws. Will she be able to resist Bucky long enough to help him and not get her in serious trouble?

Note: This is for @after-avenging-hours August AU Writing Challenge. I hope you enjoy it, messages are greatly appreciated. This is my first time writing in this style, so hopefully I did it justice. If enough people like it and want more, then there’s more to come. 

You don’t know when you switched the museum chatter to just background noise, but it’s been a while, so you didn’t really notice when it had disappeared altogether. You drone on to the group in front of you about the statue behind you, when you look around to your tour group, only to realize they have completely vanished. You glance around, fully expecting to see other museum visitors, but you are the only one in the massive room. 

It happens that way, sometimes. The harder cases that require your full attention, they make everything else disappear around them when you get close to them. You feel the familiar tug in your gut and you follow it towards the Greek and Roman exhibit. A man sits on a bench, a sketch pad in his lap and a pencil in his left hand. A loud snap reverberates around the hall from the now broken pencil in his hand. Something shiny glints on his hand like a glove and it takes you a long minute to realize that it isn’t on his hand, it is his hand. His metal hand. 

Oh dear. 

His long-sleeved maroon shirt stretches over his muscular frame as he bends over, clearly frustrated. You think you hear him mumble something. The words ‘no point anymore’ reach you and you can feel your heart stretching towards him. 

You blink and you’re back in front of your tour group again; bored faces waiting for you to keep talking. You oblige, only because it’s your job and five agonizing minutes remain on the tour. As you walk your group back to the main lobby, you pass a teenager who’s desperately looking for inspiration. The details aren’t clear, probably an art project that you will never see, but Your fingers ghost along his shoulders, just enough of your powers flowing into him to give him the edge he needed. Your stomach flutters happily at the transference of power and you smile to yourself. 

Don’t forget to sacrifice to your muse, you think jokingly. Not that anyone does that anymore, but that was never what you and your sisters fed off anyway. You meander your way back towards the Greek and Roman exhibit, hoping that your next favored is still there. A chime signaling the end of your day sounds as you enter the wing to find him sitting in the exact same spot, looking even more miserable. You take a hesitant step forward, but your natural charm fails you and you’re unsure how to proceed. 

He stiffens in his seat, back straightening a little and you briefly wonder what has set him on edge, but then he turns to look at you, his blue eyes hardening slightly. You almost cringe back under the intensity of it, but something tells you that would be the wrong move. 

“Do you know much about this piece?” you ask, taking another step forward, trying to exude calm despite your sudden nerves. 

He looks taken aback, like he isn’t expecting that to come out of your mouth. His full lips parts slightly, and his guarded expression drops. “Um, no, not really. Just that I like it.” he says, his voice is deep but velvety smooth. “Is this exhibit closing already?” He asks and you tilt your head.

“No, not at all. I just noticed you admiring her.” you say, taking another step forward. “It’s one of my personal favorites.” you continue, eyeing the statue of yourself. The face was wrong, he would never know that it is you he has been staring at so intently. 

“She was very beautiful.” he says, his shoulders tensing as if he is ready to bolt at a second’s warning. Your gaze drops to his sketch pad where he has a few rough lines drawn, but not much else. 

“You know, we encourage people to draw and sketch the exhibits. You never know when inspiration will strike you to create your own work of art.” you tell him, taking another step forward. he gives a derisive snort and gathers up his papers and pieces of broken pencil. The pencil is shoved into the pocket of his dark jeans, the pad tucked roughly under his right arm. 

“I was actually about to leave.” he says, dropping his gaze. You tip your head to one side, trying to figure out if he’s just intimidated by you, generally trying to give you the brush off, or completely not interested. That is difficult to believe, since your powers allow you to shift your appearance to your favored’s preference. You almost can’t even remember what your original face looks like anymore, having changed so many times over the millennia. 

He is dangerously handsome, with a strong chiseled jawline that can cut marble. His dark hair is longer than was fashionable these days, as if he had been too preoccupied to cut it for a long time and then just decided he liked it, but it fits him well. His tall frame is muscular and solid all over from what you can tell. He moves with an understated balance and grace that is hard to notice. 

“I’m Y/N.” you introduce yourself, taking another step forward. You couldn’t let him leave yet, he’s your next recipient, you can feel that desire to create taking root in your stomach, making you hungry; and so far, you have a perfect record. He looks up at you, finally meeting your gaze for longer than a few seconds. He is silent for a long time, so long that you are afraid he’s just going to ignore you, but then he speaks again. 

“James.” he said finally. You repeat his name softly, curling your mouth around it. Names have power in your world, and his name burns with it. 

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awaken | amaranthine (3/10) | b.b.

summary: “I will always save you no matter what.”

WARNINGS: guns, blood, swearing, but also plot!! pairing: bucky barnes x reader word count: 7.5k

a/n: welcome to part 3!! this chapter was actually such a joy to write. this series started off as a prompt from @the-omni-princess​ :) song that i HIGHLY recommend for vibes is awaken by league of legends. enjoy c:

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The night beckons while you dream A life never lives in peace As you stand upon the edge Woven by a single thread And fate may fall down upon you While the devil is knocking Right at your door

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Heart-Shaped Box 💟 3

Warnings: noncon/dubcon sex, obsession, possessive, breeding, sex pollen.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.

Note: Yay! Bucky’s going crazy and we’re all getting the benefits,eh! This chapter is smutty but also, I hope, tense, so let’s get on the crazy train! Choo choo, thots. Hope you enjoy.

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You finally stopped bleeding but little else changed. The basement felt smaller with each day. You woke up in your cage, washed, dressed, and sat on the love seat against the wall and read; or worried; or pretended to watch whatever DVD you’d slid carelessly into the player.

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Prince of the Court of Night x female reader (nsfw) - Fae Realm Story

So, I’ve been on a bit of a Fae Realm bender over on my Patreon lately, mostly due to starting (finally!) to read the Silmarillion and becoming ever so slightly obsessed with mythical graceful and powerful entities who each have sway over different elements etc… 

I did a longish post over on Patreon on the social and governmental structure of my Fae Realm, from the Seelie/Unseelie rulers, to the 12 courts who govern beneath them, and the different noble houses in turn allied with/governed by them. After that, I was asked by a lovely patron to do an nsfw story for the Prince of the Court of Night with a short, slightly curvy, craftswoman. I answered a couple of asks about him on here which you can read here and here, though you might want to wait til you’ve read the story to read the first one, as it contains spoilers (ish?). I’ll link them again at the end. 

I’ve also done a short piece and quick drawing for the Prince of the Court of Winter, and a couple of aesthetics for the younger prince of the Court of Spring (on Tumblr), the winged Princess of the Court of Air, and the Prince of the Court of Fire (the latter two of which are about to go up on my Patreon for everyone from the Shadows tier ($1) upwards!). January’s ‘creepy’ kelpie story over on patreon is also set in this world, but features one of the more ordinary fae instead of nobility. 

Anyway, after all that waffling, here it is, all 9200+ words of it! I really hope you enjoy it even half as much as I did writing it :). 

Dull, grey light filtered in through the leaded windows behind you as you chiselled and punched the design into the damp leather which sat on a slab of granite on the workbench in front of you. It would make a beautiful cover for one of the older and more battered books in the royal collection that you had to rebind, and with the design that you’d painstakingly invented - one of interwoven leaves and vines, studded with flowers and tiny bees - it would indeed be a book fit for the hands of a king. At least, you hoped it would.

It seemed a long way off that as it sat on your table, but you weren’t one to get disheartened easily when it came to your work. Your hands were rough and callused from the years you’d spent in your apprenticeship, but now you had a workshop of your own, working with the archivists here in what had to be the greatest human palace ever built.

Taking a break, you rolled your shoulders out and stood, pushing the heavy wooden chair with its squashy, threadbare cushion back and easing out the building tension in your neck and spine. Your mostly sedentary life had meant you were carrying a little more on the hips than most women your age at court, but then again most of the women at court your age were noblewomen, thinking about ensnaring good husbands and making good matches. You, the daughter of a country farrier, who had grown up tooling leather saddles and bridles, were hardly the centre of anyone’s attention. There was a rather attractive scribe who worked on the floor below, but you didn’t run into him all that often. Besides, he had what might have been called a rather ‘fae’ look about him, and everyone knew that even the slightest drop of fae blood in someone meant trouble, if not outright danger.

You shuddered at the thought of the Fae, knuckling the small of your back with a grunt and heading for the door that would take you down a winding, spiral staircase, through the archives, and out into a small courtyard where you could get a breath of fresh air, even if it was admittedly a rather grey, misty day.

As you paced through the familiar warren of labyrinthine stacks, the hairs on the back of your neck suddenly rose, goosebumps prickling along your arms, and you paused, feeling horribly like a trapped rat in a tunnel for absolutely no discernible reason. A glance behind revealed nothing but the empty rows of books.

A shadow moved up ahead, and you glimpsed a figure holding a scroll in one hand and a light that was definitely not a candle flame in the other. The light remained steady, with none of the guttering and flickering of a naked flame, and, aside from that, it was a shimmering green. Magic.

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Ofre

Thor Odinson x Female Reader

This is my Secret Santa submission for @sidehowriting I really hope you like it and that you had a great Christmas and a brilliant New Year!

Summary: Old magic and wildflowers. Her scent branded on him from years past. Thor cannot turn her away when his witch appears to him again…

Warnings: Smut (18 and over, please and fucking thank you) angst… *cough* character death *cough cough*

Word Count: 2515

A/N: This takes place not long after The Avengers and leads into Thor: The Dark World. It’s vaguely AU ish, if only because there is no mention of Jane Foster (no offence to her character, I love Jane… I just needed her not to be there for Plot Reasons™)

As ever, any reblog and/or comments are held dearly to my heart and are always responded to! :D

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