Love Lies Bleeding good

I've been way too into hot wife stuff at the minute, I blame Serenity Cox and it got me thinking about being Steve's wife but he's really into watching you with Bucky.

Most of the appeal for Steve is that you and Bucky really degrade him. He gets to watch his little wife cum on his best friend's cock while you both taunt him and he never thought he'd be into it the way that he is.

"Your girl's so fuckin' tight, Steve." Bucky pants, slowing his thrusts into you because if he keeps up his current pace, he'll cum faster than he wants to. "Does Stevie fill you the way I do? Bet he can't. He's not as big as me."

You shake your head, staring right at Steve. "Not even close. You're pathetic, aren't you Stevie? You'd rather watch me get fucked by your best friend."

You know it's mean but Steve fucking loves it. He's cum four times already and he's still jerking himself off. It's like he just can't stop and it's so thrilling to see him enjoy this as much as he is.

"I'm gonna cum in your girl, Steve. Gonna make you watch me stuff her so full. Just imagine your pretty little wife with my cum dripping out of her greedy cunt. If you're lucky, she might let you fuck her after I'm finished." Bucky's not usually so vulgar but God, it works wonders for both you and Steve.

"I don't know. I'm not sure if I'll ever want to fuck Steve again." Hearing you say that sends Steve over the edge, spilling a fresh load all over himself while he groans pathetically and even then, he doesn't stop.

"I can't blame you. Now you know how it feels to be fucked right. Felt you cum on me more times than I can count." Bucky's not wrong but his excitement is building and you feel his pace start to falter.

"Fuck, oh fuck." You whimper, feeling the first few pulses of his cock and the unmistakable feeling of his load splashing into your eager body. You've needed this. You were desperate for it and after a second you realise neither of you needed it more than Steve did.

"Good girl, fuckin' take it. I can't stop." Bucky groans, pressed as deep inside you as he can get, pumping his cum right to your cervix. He cums for what feels like an eternity and it's pure bliss.

By the time he's finished, Steve is trembling with need once more.

"If you don't want your wife knocked up with your best friend's baby, I suggest you get to work." You tease, pressing Steve back on the bed and repositioning yourself so you're sitting on his face, letting his best friend's cum drip out of you and into his eager, waiting mouth.

we are love

asoiaf mlp au where jaime gets his cutie mark right after killing aerys

This is absolutely me projecting but Jason is a boob man. He doesn't care how big or small they are, he just wants to cradle his partner's breasts and press them close to his chest while he fucks them from behind 😩 man is absolutely touch starved

Jason is a YOU man. He does whatever gives you the most pleasure. Tits, thighs, ass? He loves it all as long as it’s you. He is SO fucking touch starved. Wants to touch you constantly.

Picture this: Jason’s kneeling with his ass to the back of his ankles and you’re on his dick with his front to your back. His hands were on your waist, having you meet his thrusts, but he just couldn’t help himself for long.

Eventually he reaches up and grabs your tits, kneading them with his palms. He can’t get enough. And he makes sure to tell you that. “So perfect. Love the way you feel.”

You can feel him sucking hickies into the junction of your shoulder and neck. His hands somehow pull you closer together and you’re bouncing on his dick even with the difficult angle.

crazy form!yunho and wooyoung in their lil workshop, refining their tech and whatnot. enter: you, the super attractive computer tech genius who hongjoong may or may not have bribed into joining their cause. at first things are bumpy but soon enough wooyoung has you bent over one of the desks, papers and pencils strewn all over the place, while yunho is reclined leisurely and watching with a very obvious erection as he instructs woo on how to fuck you as he's waiting for some data to load <33

i can’t believe you’re out here fighting over eris🤢 he is a literal rapist you and the people in the commennts are disgusting. the roleplay situation is so creepy😂

love how as soon as madara shows up on the battlefield, nine tails is like, u know what naruto. i will cooperate with u now. voluntarily. u can have my chakra, i'll do all i can to help, no more infighting. i HATE that guy so much its insane. lets KILL him and MURDER EXPLODE him bc i CANT STAND him sdgsfdgds

ok I'm gonna ramble for a bit. The Thing about Wyll baldursgate3 Ravengard is that his character arc could've been so so much better (in my opinion) if he could become a Paladin in a route where he breaks Mizora's pact BUT rescues his dad.

AND YOU MIGHT THINK that a. Wyll Does Not worship any gods and in fact doesn't really like them (i think he says so himself after Mystra tells Gale to blow himself up) and that b. going from owing his power to a devil from owing it to a god isn't exactly a good character arc, and I Agree, BUT!!!!!

The thing about Paladins in DnD 5e is that Rules As Written*, they do not necessarily get their power from a god-- most do, but they also get it from their paladin oaths; they pledge themselves to a cause. And is there anyone more devoted to the people of Baldur's Gate and the Sword Coast than Wyll Ravengard, who LITERALLY made a pact with a devil to save it?? Who, even after being exiled by his father when he was SEVENTEEN, still went on to became The Blade of Frontiers, protector of the people????? He's PERFECT paladin material!!!! This way, Wyll's arc could be one where he learns that he can protect his people not with the powers that a devil or a god granted him, But with his own pure determination and devotion for his people, that he is enough on his own, and that he doesn't need to be in his father or Mizora's shadow.

Look, I'm just saying that if you break his pact but rescue his dad you should be able to go, Hey Wyll you would be the greatest fucking paladin to ever grace the Sword Coast, wanna smite some devils, for realsies this time??? and you get a training montage where his strength is raised and Tada, here's Wyll Ravengard, Hero of the People, or something. please Larian cmon

*I do not care normally about RAW in these kind of things but like this tidbit of paladin lore IS really important to my point and also i like it.

I think too much in real life to fully let myself enjoy some activities so I'm going to live vicariously through the characters I write 🙃

He's here for pleasure. You're not under any illusion about his intentions. Sure, he'll let you snuggle up beside him afterwards, playing with the little soft curls on his chest. He'll kiss your forehead and smooth your hair and you'll laugh together about the silliest things but it's no secret that it's the sex that keeps him coming back.

Secretly, it's exactly what you need too. It works well for both of you. You get someone who has the confidence and experience to show you things you didn't even think you'd be into and you get to simply enjoy the way he gets off on pleasuring you. There's no need to feel shy around a man who's told you his secret filthy fantasies.

"What's one thing you've always wanted to do but have never had a chance to?" You probe one evening, taking your necklace off and placing it on the bedside table, well aware he's probably wearing more of your lipgloss that you are after the way he greeted you at the hotel room door.

You hop onto the bed to take your shoes off, enjoying how the mattress bounces you slightly.

He doesn't answer right away, pouring two glasses of a sweet, chilled Riesling before handing one to you. You take a sip, trying not to put him under pressure but the time he's taking to consider your question makes you even more curious.

"If I tell you, I'd like you to try it with me. So how badly do you want to know?" He stands in front of you and places the glass to his lips and in that moment, you couldn't want anything more than you want to fulfil a fantasy for him. You want to be something he's never had and offer him opportunities to enjoy your body that he might never have again.

"Tell me. We'll do it." You hardly even have to think about it.

"I'd like to lick you. All of you. Run my tongue all over your body. Find what makes you shiver. Find what makes you moan. Find the places that are so ticklish you need me to stop. I want to lick all the places you've never been licked before. If you'll let me." He really could make anything sound appealing.

Excitement fizzles in your core and a real desperation begins to build. Just being around this man makes you wet so you can't help the fact you're ready for him already.

"If that's what you want to do, I'll let you." If you're honest with yourself, you'd probably agree no matter what he asked for. You trust him enough to know he won't take you further than you're comfortable with.

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You knew what you were signing up for but you didn't think it'd feel like this. Why the hell haven't you tried this before?

He's kneeling at the end of the bed, stroking his cock while his hot, wet, stiff tongue flicks gently against your asshole and there's no denying how much you're enjoying the pressure there. You couldn't hide it if you tried. You're so wet, you're practically dripping and it only spurs him on. It's intimate in a way you don't think you'll ever recover from while being one of the most erotic things you think he's ever done. There's nothing to be embarrassed about it when it's clear he's enjoying it just as much as you are. Maybe more.

The way you're gripping his hair has you wondering whether the strain on his tongue or his neck will overwhelm him first but he shows no signs of relenting. That is until he stands up, already looking delightfully over-pleasured and sinks his cock into your fluttering, neglected cunt without a word.

If he goes too fast it's all over and he knows it but he can't resist holding both of your ankles, watching you while he places open mouthed kisses to the soles of your feet, thrusting into you with slow, calculated strokes.

Okay hear me out: ruining soap’s orgasms. making him wear a strap on above his actual cock and sucking the dildo off until he cums and you never even touch him. tying him up and edging him until he’s a whimpering watery eyed mess and then just when he orgasms you stop touching him completely so all he can do is sob and desperately hump the air as he cums. giving him head but the only thing you do is run your tongue along the underside of his tip slowly until he’s begging, fucking PLEADING for you to just slide the head in your mouth but you don’t and he cums anyway and it drives him insane. Running your nails along his entire body to give him shivers until he’s so hard it’s almost painful, and then only giving him the tiniest amount of stimulation with the back of your hand until he’s a desperate insatiable mess who almost breaks his restraints to have his way with you. Lord I need to top that man until he gets so sexually frustrated he snaps. Manifesting 🕯️🕯️🕯️

I have few weaknesses because I am a strong independent woman but God be damned if I don't fucking adore the idea of teasing a handcuffed Soap until he cries and begs

my response to which of your blorbos would peel oranges for you.

i truly think miguel would. after seeing you struggle with the thick peel, i imagine him just reaching over the table to pluck the orange out of your hands. and he has those handy claws. he quickly and efficiently separates the peel from the fragrant fruit before placing the peeled orange back in your hand.

“here” he grumbles. “i was tired of watching you struggle with it.”

despite his gruff tone you can see a soft blush creeping up his neck at doing such a soft, domestic task for you.

however, there’s little he wouldn’t do for you.

After he put the flesh bud in Kakyoin's brain, DIO kept him around the mansion for a bit. 100% platonically but obsessed, the same way Paris Hilton kept her many Chihuahuas.

DIO and his besties would put little outfit costumes on Kakyoin, and carry him around in their purses, and stage little photoshoots!...

He's just a little purse chihuahua and he suffers in silence in his pink cowboy costumes. No wonder he's so full of murderous intent when he's finally allowed to leave the mansion

i've been thinking a lot about the word "representation" and what it means and how it's changed over the last few years, particularly when it comes to the writing/publishing landscape but also in movies and tv shows… and i really don't like it anymore. to be clear, of course i think it's important to have diversity in your work, i'm not saying i hate the concept of representation. but i do really dislike the way it's used now, and i really just hate the word itself

in a broader sense it's just become a marketing tool. i'm not impressed by any publisher or author who just describes their book by listing all of the minorities/identities the characters represent as if that should be enough. it feels very gross, very exploitative and disingenuous. it also really bothers me because it's always marginalized identities- which i understand Why, but it feels very othering to me (and again. Very exploitative as an advertisement). you would never list out "cishet able-bodied white man" as a character description to pat yourself on the back over. so why do it to everyone else? why insinuate that one is the "default" and the other one is "special"? (and when i say this i'm mainly talking about advertisements/marketing. i understand why people would specify about characters in descriptions with the plot, but i don't like to see an ad that's just "this book has gay people!" with nothing else)

which then leads me to my other point, which is that a lot of people treat "representation" as if it's "too hard." like "oh i don't know enough to write about that, i don't have that experience, etc" which is a fair way to feel! however… it's weird that people only say this about writing trans characters or characters of color. i'm writing a story right now with a character who is really into motorcycles. i personally do not know that much about motorcycles, so i researched what parts are what & what different kinds of models there are & what basic bike care looks like. i guarantee Most people will have to google something at some point in their writing process. so what's the problem? it also, again, feels very othering when authors treat certain groups of people as "impossible" to write, "too hard" to understand. they are just.. people. you write them as a person. and then you figure out the rest later.

and i think part of the refusal or fear to write something outside of your experience is because of the way representation is treated as So Special. these characters are So Special that they aren't allowed to be anything other than "representation." they're Not allowed to be characters with complex emotions and interesting motivations, they have to just be Trans or Gay or Disabled or whatever. they're not allowed to be people. which means, at the end of the day, we loop right back around to where we were at the start….

there is bad representation. there are depictions of certain marginalized people that are harmful and that are damaging, i'm not trying to minimize that or argue against it at all, in fact we should all be mindful of that while writing and reading. but i also think it's possible to swing too far in the opposite direction as well and put certain groups of people on a pedestal and not allow them to do anything at all but be Perfect Representation, if that makes sense.