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Masterlist
Queen:
NSFW Alphabet:
Roger Taylor ··· Ben Hardy as Roger Taylor
Brian May ··· Gwilym Lee as Brian May
John Deacon ··· Joe Mazzello as John Deacon
Freddie Mercury ··· Rami Malek as Freddie Mercury
Don’t call me babe, Brian! (Request Brian May x Reader)
Bucky Barnes:
Sarge Barnes
Kukulcan/Namor:
NSFW Alphabet
König:
Unexpected
I put a spell on you:
Part 1 ❈ Part 2
Hoy hace 12 años que llegué a Tumblr. 🥳
Still Miss U
Konig's Dick not fitting in
the silence is heavy and thick—the kind that makes the air feel solid.
he’s huge. fucking colossal. a wall of muscle and gear and bad intentions, and right now, all of that was focused on a single, impossible goal: you.
he’s propped over you, his bulky form casting a shadow, the fabric of his balaclava digging into your collarbone. you can see his eyes, that pale, almost unhealthy blue, intense and locked in on your face, and you can feel the heat coming off of him like a goddamn furnace.
he tries to slide in, slowly, carefully, every giant muscle in his body trembling with the effort of control, but the movement only resulted in a sharp, sickening sting that stole the breath right out of your lungs.
you let out a whimper, a tiny, pathetic sound that was completely swallowed by the sheer size of him, and he froze. the sound of his breathing, ragged and desperate, filled the space. he pulled back an inch, his face a mask of dark, furious frustration.
"nein," he breathes, the word a choked, guttural sound. it wasn't a question. it was the sound of a war machine malfunctioning. "i know, liebling. i know i'm too big. but you’re being so fucking perfect for me."
his hands, which could snap bone without effort, move with a sudden, agonizing tenderness, cupping your face, forcing your eyes back to his.
"you look at me," he commands, the austrian accent thick with need. "you look at me while i do this."
he pressed forward again, slow as can be, and this time, the pain was mixed with the overwhelming force of him, the absolute knowledge that this mountain of a man was fucking determined to own every inch of you. a tear slipped down your temple, and he caught it with his thumb, wiping it away before bringing his head back down, forehead resting against yours.
"don't cry," he rumbles, the sound vibrating through your bones. "i'll be gentle. i promise. but you are taking all of me, ja? every fucking inch."
Pathetic König that cries very easliy it was late around 8pm, König had just gotten back from a one month deployment. and he has been missing you every second, he missed your cooking and your cheek kisses. the calm mornings in bed with you, and seeing you walk around in his huge t-shirts, smelling like him.
But most of all he missed your soft touches, and your quiet gasps and moans. when he would spend hours between your thighs, only goal is to make you feel good, and see you fall apart with his touch
So as soon as the helicopter landed, and he saw you waiting to pick him up. He bolted and lifted you, giving you a long deep kiss. God he had missed you, and he was going to show it You barely made it through the front door, before he lifted you up to your bedroom. Laying you down on the bed and ripping of your underwear, and taking his mask off. hugging you around your lower back, to give him even better access. He lowered his head began sucking on your clit, pushing his tounge into your cunt, and hungrliy licking up all your juices
And you were throwing your head back, crying out in pleasure. Surprised at the sudden needeness of your boyfriend. But god you had missed him too, and your toys weren't as good as him.
You were so close to cumming, when you felt a wetness coating your inner thighs, and it wasn't König's tounge or your own wetness. so you call out König "König, are you okay" but there comes no respons, so you try again "Honey" and still nothing
so you pull his hair, and forces his mouth away from your cunt. and you see the fat tears rolling down his cheeks, and they glisten in the weak moon light from the window. you let your other hand find his cheek, and he leans into the touch. "What's wrong" you ask, and König sniffles trying to stop the crying. "I'm fine" he uses his arms to push himself closer to your face "I just missed you meine Schatz" he lays his head on your chest, cradling you close like your were going to dissappear
"Oh I missed you too" you say, playing with his hair, and running your hand through it. "do you just wanna cuddle" and he nodded his head softly you spend the rest of the night cuddling and falling asleep, just enjoy the others presence
@thebeansoup this if for my wifey, love you
FRANKENSTEIN (2025)
Been seeing a lot of big milkers König edits and I can’t help myself
SEBASTIAN STAN Behind the scenes of ‘The Falcon and The Winter Soldier’
THUNDERBOLTS*
SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY THE WINTER SOLDIER CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014) Dir. Anthony & Joe Russo
Sebastian Stan / Bucky Barnes THUNDERBOLTS* In Theaters | May 2, 2025
SEBASTIAN STAN as JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES ↳ THUNDERBOLTS* (2025), dir. JAKE SCHREIER
they dont tell you this but like half of adulthood is just washing the same FUCKING pan
THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER 1.04 — The Whole World Is Watching
The Princess Diaries (2001) dir. Garry Marshall
jealous!lieutenant riley makes brain go brrr
warnings : suggestive content, filthy mouthed simon & a molecule of praise
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jealous!lieutenant riley who nearly cracks a molar when laswell teams you and kyle up for an upcoming mission.
jealous!lieutenant riley whose fingers twitch towards his gun when she mentions you’ll have to act as a married couple.
jealous!lieutenant riley who, for the entire week leading up to the gala, barks at rookies nine hours a day and spends his evenings at the shooting range—allegedly imagining someone very real as the target.
jealous!lieutenant riley whose mouth goes bone dry when he sees you wrapped in an expensive floor-length chiffon dress that accentuates every gentle dip and feminine curve and—fuck but he’s half-hard already.
jealous!lieutenant riley whose eyes stay glued to you the entire evening, his thoughts straying much further than his simple assignment of guarding your six.
jealous!lieutenant riley who, the second the base’s gravel crunches under the slowing tires of the car, is wrapping a burly arm around the slope of your waist while actively glaring at the diamond on your finger.
jealous!lieutenant riley who backs you up against his quarters’ door, his amber eyes burning like molten lava as they rove the length of your legs in a slow trail upwards.
jealous!lieutenant riley who finally claims your mouth, glides his hot tongue against yours, nips your neck and kisses your shoulders—all while he slides the subtly glittering gown off, exposing more and more of your soft skin to his hungry gaze.
jealous!lieutenant riley who lays you out on his bed—your nimble hands fisting his sheets, your silky hair in a halo on his pillow, and your pretty legs hiked onto his shoulders as he lowers himself between the plush of your thighs.
jealous!lieutenant riley who only drifts back up once he’s had his fill, chin glistening from your slick and pupils almost swallowing all the bronze of his irises.
jealous!lieutenant riley who lines himself up with your puffy entrance, bracing his tattooed forearms on each side of your head as his fingers slip into your silky hair.
jealous!lieutenant riley who kisses your dampened forehead, before letting his stubbly cheek rasp against your blushing one, his hot breath bleeding into a drawl at your ear.
“'m goin’ to fuck that ring right off of you, dove. now spread y’legs and be a good girl f’me.”
