#Words are being thrust upon Mine Own Eyes

[izutsoupmi]

also i think it's wonderful that there's now enough people in the fandom for me to scoff haughtily at their misinterpretations of the story and characters

[creganslover]

Woman Like You

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem! Warrior! Reader

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Skilled as a warrior like your husband, you both made the dangerous pair... the latest battle proves just how much you mean to him.

Word count: 1.6k

Warning/s: canon-typical violence, graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of blood and death, near character death, cregan being whipped for his woman

Note: loved making this omg

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

It had been a harrowing battle, not knowing left from right, up from down as bodies rallied against one another, the clash and clinging of swords ringing in your ears, horses whinnying as their rider had been dismounted only to be slain. 

The amount of bodies falling over with no longer a life to them, and there you also stood fighting, a female warrior, married to Cregan Stark, the two of you making the dangerous pair through your cunning skills and Cregan’s exposure to battle.

Now both of you were fighting under the Queen Rhaenyra’s banners, honouring the oath Rickon Stark, Cregan’s late father had made under Viserys’ proclamation for Rhaenyra as his heir. 

Before the battle had started, you were in your shared tent with Cregan, as the troops were began to be rounded up to march, a thousand of his greybeards and your own army of blackwings, the two of you preparing each other in their armour, the action done in silence as you both strapped your gears on. 

It was Cregan’s hand grabbing your wrist that made you halt your movements, your eyes finally meeting his. Both of you had trusted each other out and in the field, though both of you knew every battle forward had counted, and that you would treat it as the last. 

“Promise you will return to me.” Cregan’s husky voice spoke in a whisper, staring you down with a tender gaze, blue flecked with hazel eyes searching yours, grip momentarily tightening on your wrist to travel down to squeeze your hand. As done countless times, you reply, “Always.” Never failing to give him a smile, making him mirror it with a chuckle of relief at your reassurance. 

Until you had gotten separated from your husband in the heat of the battle, you two had held out well even when separated yet it felt like the enemies had just kept on coming, banging the end of your shield at your attacker’s face, sending them lunging back as you thrusted your sword in their stomach, cutting clean through before you had pulled it off, flecks of blood spraying as the man hurled in pain, dropping to the ground.

You had not known how long the battle had raged for, all that you knew was your muscles had begun to strain, dodging and putting on the offence as you could, dirt and blood scattered everywhere. 

Successfully putting down another opponent, another came rushing to you, sword slicing part of your arm, making you cry out as they had also managed to land a hard blow to your side, that would surely be a nasty bruise. 

Still, you were not as easily felled as they thought, managing to regain back your senses, adrenaline pumping within your veins as your grip on your sword had tightened, letting out a yell as you swung and advanced, hitting left to right, sword slicing efficiently at the man’s side as you threw your broken shield away, holding your sword, Ashbringer, in both hands before thrusting it upon the man’s neck, blood running down the steel of your sword before pulling it out. 

That’s when a series of arrows had been launched into the sky, not knowing which was which as you tried to deflect some by grabbing your shield yet again, though an arrow had already dug itself onto the back of your shoulder, making you groan, using your strength to cover yourself with your shield as the arrows had landed. 

When the arrows had stopped, your mind had fogged, vividly you saw Cregan’s face in your mind as the words he had uttered to you hours before rang. 

Return to me 

・・・・・

Cregan had litters of bodies lay around him as he became the opposing side’s target, knowing his worth and they had intended to cut him off. His broad form swung his sword Ice, not opting for a shield as it only hindered his movements. 

His men yelled around him, his graybeards killing tens of the opponents as they had only managed to fell a few of Cregan’s men. They were winning, they had the upper hand. Cregan only needed to push a little further, and all of this would cease. 

“The Lady!” 

“Keep Fighting!”

“Arrows inbound!”

Cregan felt his blood suddenly run hot, head snapping around him as the shouts grew in intensity, until his eyes spot a distant blur. You as he looked to the sky to find rains of arrows, making Cregan react and haul a body from the ground, using it as his shield as bouts of arrows pierced through its body, his eyes wide and alert and searching for you. 

He was able to see you defending yourself, staggering, an arrow on the back of your shoulder, the pained look on your face.

Cregan saw red. 

The rumbling in his chest grew to a roar as he screamed, throwing the arrow-clad body to the ground before he shouted. “You want me? Come get me!” 

Enemies turned their heads towards him as Cregan swung Ice at the oncoming assailants, ignoring the burning in his whole body as he and his sword had moved as once, determined to get to you, his wife. He was covered in dirt and blood that wasn’t his, except for the minor cuts on his face, and the bruises he had felt forming onto his body. 

Alas his enemies fell one by one as his men fought valiantly, Cregan making his way to you as he managed to grab you in time before you fell, careful to handle the arrow still peeking from behind your shoulder. 

The battle had begun to die down, Cregan still holding you in his arms as he looked at you, his heart never wavered in battle nor showed vulnerability before, now it did as he shook you lightly, inspecting you. “(Y/N),” he repeated before his men had spotted the scene, immediately calling for aid. 

“Stay with me, as you promised.” Cregan breathed. 

・・・・・

Darkness. That’s all you could see, with your body feeling light as a feather. 

It felt like you were floating on some void, where it held nothing but peace. You tried reaching out, but a flicker of orange lit in the distance, a smooth glow, followed by the smell of the forest trees, like a campfire. 

You watched as the orange glow began to scatter, spreading the dark void with its own colour, and then you sensed some sort of pull, until it had become stronger. 

Your eyes opened. Blurry at first, blinking a few more moments as everything slowly began to sink in, body feeling numb as you tried to shift on the cot. Looking around your surroundings, you were in your tent, back at camp perhaps? 

A woman stood by the table, preparing her herbs, a healer, you recognized. It was your healer Taisa, and when she had turned around, her eyes widened as she placed the bowl hurriedly back down. “My lady!” She said in surprise, knowing she had been commanded by Lord Stark himself to alert him if his wife had awoken at once. 

Taisa was already running out the tent before you could utter a single word, or yet you were unable to from your body still processing what it had went through.

Your shoulder was bandaged that wrapped around your torso peeking from your loose tunics, along with your left arm that had blood starting to soak through as you moved, making you groan as you assessed yourself. 

Cregan had been manning the map room, along with the other lords and their army in ally, pacing around and spewing all kinds of forms of defenses and offenses, it had been hours since the battle had ceased, taking in few left live opponents as prisoners. 

Cregan was pacing until the tent flap shifted, revealing Taisa, Cregan immediately halting, she had not even uttered a single sound out her mouth. 

You were awake.

“My lords,” Cregan only said as he rounded the table, ducking out the tent as he forced himself to navigate his way to the tent you were in. His heart pounding near his ears as a few steps more he’d be inside, pushing through the flaps, and there you did lay, eyes open, face harbouring an expression of fatigue. 

Cregan wasted no time gliding towards you, taking you in and slowly grabbing your right uninjured hand as he knelt in front of the cot, gaze scanning you all over. “Wife.” His voice faltered. 

“Husband.” You managed to croak out, moving to sit up which Cregan refused to let you but you won in the end, now he was knelt in front of you as you sat. His huge rough hands, rid of their gloves now, enveloped yours, thumb stroking circles upon the back of your hands. 

You lift your right hand, coming to cradle his face, stroking the slight flush on the apple of his cheeks as he let out a heavy breath, closing his eyes, brows knitting as he leaned into your touch, showing his utter devotion to you and you only, making you smile.

“I thought I had lost you.” He voiced, eyes still closed, making you frown. “Look at me, Cregan.” You spoke, slowly regaining your voice back as Cregan’s eyes flickered open, staring into you. 

“You will not lose me, not now, not ever.” You began. “I’d wager it would take more to kill me.” You smirked, finding a way to still lighten a situation upon the brink of what could have been. 

The end of Cregan’s lip tugged upwards in amusement, his features softening as he chuckled, nodding along and finally letting himself relax with the fact that you were okay, you were going to live. He turned his head where your palm cradled his face, pressing his lips upon your palm before looking at you. 

“Aye, you are right. It would take more for a woman like you.”

[dark-konohagakure2]

Hii i love ur blog, Could u do a scenario where Itachi meets one of sasukes friends and he takes advantage of her and corrupts her mind?

tw: noncon, genjutsu, evil!itachi, mind break, age difference, corruption, mind control, forced orgasm, abuse

All characters depicted are 18+

Itachi has a habit on keeping an eye on Sasuke from afar when he isn't on missions for the Akatsuki, wanting to make sure his little brother is safe. While he's glad that his little brother is making friends who care about him, one of those friends of his is making him soft, leading Sasuke off the path of revenge, and Itachi doesn't like that one bit.

Surely Sasuke won't mind if Itachi takes one of his friends away from him, he already has that knucklehead boy and pink haired girl for companionship, and Sasuke should be used to Itachi taking things away from him by now, he's sure his little brother will survive losing one more thing.

Getting his hands on her is almost too easy, he is the Itachi Uchiha after all, so snatching up a weak little chunin girl and taking here somewhere more private is absolutely nothing for him. Now that he has her alone, he's going to make sure she never interferes with his plans for his little brother ever again.

Just one glance with his Sharingan is enough to seal her fate, trapping her in a genjutsu that forces her to obey him against her own will, and which also makes her body and mind more responsive to his words and touch alone, and nobody else's.

"Resistance is futile, little one. You're already under my genjutsu, and that means you're now mine..."

It's incredibly amusing to watch her struggle against such a powerful genjutsu, watching her try to resist the way her pussy gets soaking wet and tight around his cock as he forces it inside of her slippery cunt, and the way she resists but to no avail to free herself from the hold he has over her mind, but he has already won, and she's completely under his control.

Due to the control he has over her mind and body, all the sensations she is feeling will be amplified tenfold, every thrust making her entire body shake, overwhelming pleasure shooting up from every corner of her body as he pounds into her while whispering cruel words into her ear, telling her to abandon her friends and to stop interfering with his plans, and she is unable to resist any of his commands.

She won't be able to tell how much time has passed since he started fucking her, since Itachi's genjutsu also changes her perception of how much time has passed, he could be fucking her for hours or minutes and she'd feel like its been days of her being fuck brutally and forced to orgasm nonstop.

She'll still be under the influence of his genjutsu for a while longer when he finally pulls out of her, leaving her cunt gaped and stuffed full of his sperm before he gives her an order, and since she's still within his thrall, she physically won't be able to resist his demands.

"There, maybe that will teach you to be a good little girl and mind your own business... Now stay away from my little brother unless you want this to happen again..."

Once he's done he'll just leave her there, perhaps somewhere that Sasuke could possibly happen upon her in that state, since it would not only cause the younger to lose faith in his so-called friend, but it would also increase his hatred.

[annwrites]

⸻ give me your wrists.

· pairing: dark!jacaerysvelaryon x fem!reader · type: one-shot · summary: jace spoils you in many ways. · tags: cnc, unprotected p in v sex, rope-play, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, oral (f receiving; blink & you'll miss it) · word count: 960

Cool metal slides around your throat, rows of shimmering rubies resting atop your breasts.

Your eyes widen as you stare at yourself in the looking glass. "Jace!"

You swiftly turn around to him, only to find a pleased smirk upon his lips. He knew you would have this reaction. Sometimes you think that's why he does it.

He gently runs his knuckles along your soft, warm cheek. "Yes, my sweet?"

Your hand comes up to caress the jewels. "I don't need rubies. Or—or sapphires, or emeralds, diamonds, or—"

"Pearls, then," he interjects with a raised brow. "No, nevermind that. I already purchased you a string of them. Mayhaps something with amethyst next, then?"

You stare up at him in bewilderment. "Jacaerys, this is too much. All of it."

He firmly grips your chin between his fingertips. "It pleases me to gift you fine things. To spoil you. So let me."

He shrugs. "It is an order. Given by your prince."

You stand, wishing to make him see sense. "The gowns—silk and gossamer and tulle. I cannot so much as wear them outside this room, lest someone suspect. Lest they...lest your mother, or Baela, even, discover I am your—your concubine."

He steps a small step closer, leaning down as his fingers slide along the back of your head, burying themselves in your curls.

"Perhaps I should set her aside, then," he states, leaning down, pressing his lips to your pulse, his experienced tongue flicking against it.

He always does this when you try to have any sort of serious discussion about the potential repercussions for the things the two of you have been doing in his bed.

He distracts you.

With sex.

"You cannot jest about such things," you say, your voice a breathless sigh.

His lips come to hover over your own. "I never stated I was."

He presses his lips to your own then, not wishing to hear further arguments. He desires to have his way with you instead.

Again.

He grips you beneath your thighs, carrying you back over to his mattress—the sheets already covered in the both of you from your early-morning escapades—and he thrusts back inside of you.

He grips your chin in one hand, holding your lips to his as his other fists the soiled sheets while he finds his pleasure inside of you.

His skin slaps against yours, your soft breasts bouncing with every thrust of his long member.

Tears prick your eyes at the feeling of overstimulation.

"Jace," you say quietly, his lips moving back to your neck as your fingers tangle in his hair. "We've been at it all morn. I—Gods—I'm so sore."

He places his lips near your ear. "I'm not nearly satiated, my love."

You whimper, your chin wobbling. "Please."

He kisses your cheek softly, slamming into you, causing you to sob. "Dragons have large appetites. Mine own will require quite a great deal more attention this day."

"How many—mm—more?"

He presses soft kisses to your tear-stained cheeks. "As many as your prince commands."

"I have finished as it is, ah, five times. Please, Jacaerys."

He glances toward the head of the bed, and then back to you. "Do you wish to use our agreed upon word, then?"

You sniffle, considering. And then you shake your head.

"Give me your wrists."

You stare up at him, your lower lip trembling. "Oh, Gods, not again..."

He takes each of them in-hand, slipping them through familiar loops, tightening. He stands, slick cock slipping out of you and bouncing between his thighs as he repeats the same with your ankles at the foot of the bed.

You watch as he begins to stroke himself, a pounding pulse settled between your thighs now.

He runs his thumb along his weeping tip. "Do you not wish to please me?"

A tear slips down your cheek, followed by another. "I do."

"Then this is how you should achieve it. By being at my complete disposal."

He sits on the edge of the bed, slipping two fingers inside your fiery heat, his seed still leaking out of you from earlier.

He arches upward, gently massaging, and your body jerks in response to his touch.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

He ignores your cries as he presses down with his palm, continuing to tease you, fingers slowly easing out and then back in.

"Gods, I don't...ah, I don't think I can take much more."

He leans down, sucking on your clit for a moment before sitting back up. "You've no other choice."

He begins to frantically fuck you then with his long digits, your limbs tightening, pulling against the ropes, but he knows: you are not going anywhere.

Trying to quiet yourself does little good. You alternate between sighs and groans of pain, and squeals of elation.

He circles his thumb over your swollen, pulsating clit and you gasp. "Please stop, not there!"

He ignores your desperate pleas as he continues, your hands twisting around the ropes, your toes curling.

He presses down on your stomach harder and you stare up at him as you cry. "Jace, please!"

"Nearly there. I can always tell," is all he cares to respond with.

You body tightens, your velvet walls quickly contracting.

"Oh Gods, no. No, please! Not again! I can't, not again!"

"Māzigon."

"Gods, please stop!" You scream as you orgasm, liquid spilling from your cunt, further soaking his already damp sheets as the ropes pull taught.

You begin to bawl then. "It hurts so badly. Please, untie me. I am begging you, My Prince."

He leans over you, readying himself. "As I said, it will be as many times as I command."

With that, he submerges himself inside of you, kissing away your tears, mentally making a note to buy you earrings of amethyst as reward on the morrow.

[norafaye]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ EVERLASTING DESIRE ˊ˗

lando norris x fem!reader

contains ─┈ · · · 18+, smut: p in v, unprotected sex, breeding, manhandling, obsessed!lando, pussydrunk!lando, wc: 600+

a/n ─┈ · · · another reupload bc it got deleted thank god i kept the screenshot of the request (◞︎‸◟︎ㆀ)

꒰ 𖥻masterlist ꒱

LANDO NORRIS was in an absolute feral state. the only sounds bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom were his hips snapping into yours in a brutal pace and loud ceaseless cries pouring from your drooling mouth. it was too erotic, so lewd, and dirty that he wishes he can burn this very instant in his brain to store and replay.

for the lack of better words, he couldn't get enough of it—so fixated on how his cock fits so snugly in your pulsating walls, it felt like he was on cloud nine solely because of the grip your soaked cunt has on him. he couldn't even pull away from you if he wanted to, only being sucked in whenever his hips draw back. it's not like Lando was planning to attempt on removing himself from you anyway, he could get lost in this sensation for eternity and that's exactly what he desired.

that wasn't even the only thing that had him in this chokehold; his eyes couldn't stop zeroing in on your beautiful features reacting to each drag of his cock—eyes screwed shut and brows scrunching in pleasure. you looked madly bewitching underneath him, utterly ruined and unable to contain your shameful moans with your nails digging into his arms. there was sweat that started to bead onto every inch of your soft skin—dampening the sheets, not only that but your brain slipping away from reality was all too visible and he was going haywire from it all.

his eyes clouded over with lust at the sight and his greed got the best of him. it ignited something so carnal in his very being that his thrusts became harder, sloppier, battering your insides with the intention of spilling a load to paint your walls white.

“ ‘m gonna—fuck!” he grunts out, blood buzzing when your squeeze around him so firmly, “gonna fill you up—hah… yeah? you’d like that wouldn’t you? make you mine forever?”

he's blurting out mindless words, panting drunkenly from the sensitivity, balls going taut.

"all mine."

you both seemingly were unable to modulate a single coherent thought. only centering on trying to reach your peaks.

"yes—ah! all yours lando, only yours."

that was enough for him to topple over the edge, spilling his cum inside of you with a breathless gasp. it was so immediate and sudden that it left him shocked and speechless. you achieved your own orgasm upon the feeling of the warm liquid spurting deep in your core, you clamp down and convulse around him, milking him for all he's worth.

a translucent white ring paints the base of his length when he bucks slowly to calm down both of your highs. he shudders at the aftershocks in exhaustion but when he looks at you completely fucked out—his cock stirs once more, twitching and becoming stiff all over again.

he blinks once. twice. considering over his next move. you couldn't even respond when your body maneuvers with such ease, as if you weighed nothing but a feather. his strong veiny hands takes ahold of your limbs to put you on your hands and knees before pushing your head down onto the pillows, gripping your nape with one palm to keep you in place.

with your ass in the air, the cum starts to seep out of your pussy—dribbling down to your clit. rapidly, he catches the fluid with his tip and drags it to your hole again, plunging his full length into you to fuck the cum back inside—making you kick your feet in surprise. the plush pillows perfectly muting your screams.

"can't waste any of it baby. need to give you more. make you full of it."

he's not even bothered by the overstimulation burning the fat head of his cock. you had him wrapped around your little finger to say the least, and he couldn't be more content.

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[barefoot-joker]

Snake in the Garden Pt 3~Yandere!Lucifer X Reader

Hello guys, and welcome to the third installment of Snake in the Garden! This chapter is a bit longer than the first two, so I hope you enjoy the extra words. I'm excited to bring in the next chapter for you all and I bet Lucifer will be happy to see you too! The taglist is still open, so if you're interested in joining comment down below! As always, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 3048

Warnings: Non-Con Kissing, Mental Breakdown, Forced Marriage, Swearing

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

I shook as I locked the bathroom door behind me. I had left Lucifer in his workshop while I claimed I needed to do my business. Even with him so far away I was still so nervous. After I made sure nobody was around, I started emptying the pockets of my pants. I was keeping different colored pieces of fabric on my person and taking them out felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. Setting them on the counter, I went into the cabinet below the sink and pulled out my secret. In the privacy of the bathroom I was building a rope. Over the past few weeks I had been collecting different fabric from all around the palace. Napkins, towels, shirts, nothing was free from my building process. Sitting on the toilet, I grabbed my newly acquired material and tied it to the end of the rope. The rope itself was quite long and only a few more pieces would need to be added in order for it to reach the full height out of the window. Satisfied with my work, I put it back in the cabinet and went on my way back to the workshop. 

My days passed by slowly and I was counting down to when I could finally escape. Lucifer was getting touchy feely more than ever. It was so bad I couldn’t go a minute without his hands on me. I tried to tell him to stop but that just made his body get closer to mine and his grip to get a bit tighter. I absolutely hated it. His courting was getting worse too. Every day I’d wake up to a new rubber duck or bouquet of flowers being thrusted at my face, a wide smile on his face and a blush spreading from cheek to cheek. The only time I could find for myself was using the bathroom either for bathing purposes or other forms of business. 

One day I found myself in the dining room eating breakfast. Lucifer sat across from me reading his newspaper. However he seemed very fidgety as his leg kept bouncing underneath the table and his claws were tapping the paper in his hands. I was a bit nervous as I had never seen him act like this before and I wasn’t sure what was to come from it. After our plates were cleared, Lucifer came to my side and took me by the hand. He gave it a quick kiss before leading me through the glass doors to outside. We walked to a spot on the property I haven’t been to yet. We stopped by a small gazebo and inky black arms wrapped around my waist. “Ta da!”

One of his arms gestured to the dead grass in front of us. I was confused until I saw it change to a healthy green color. Amazed, I watched as bushes of flowers popped up from the ground and a tree with some apples grew before my very eyes. Rows upon rows of vegetables magically appeared as well. I gasped at how beautiful the scenery was before me. “I’d like to present to you your very own garden. I’ve been thinking of gifting this to you for a while but I couldn’t find the right moment. What do you think?”

I was speechless. All of this was for me? I understood this was part of his courting but the gesture was super nice.

“It’s…it’s beautiful, Lucifer. Thank you.”

He gasped and turned to me. His eyes lit up and a huge smile went from one red cheek to the other. “Was that a thank you I heard? Please hold the applause! Can we hear that one more time?”

I giggled. “Thank you.”

He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “You’re welcome, darling. How about you take a look around while I grab some paperwork.”

He kissed my forehead and then poofed away in a cloud of red smoke. I coughed a bit as the smoke cleared and waved my hand to try and move it away faster. From where I stood, I could see the hole in the fence and as much as it called to me, I stayed put. I just needed some more time and then I’d be free. While Lucifer was away I walked around my newly acquired garden and smiled. It was actually quite the spectacle, but who could expect less from the Sin of Pride? 

Suddenly in a flash, Lucifer returned with a butt load of papers in his hand. “Did you have a chance to look around, my dear?”

“I did.”

“Is it to your liking? I can always add in more shrubbery or substitute the flowers for something else.”

“No, it’s quite lovely. Thank you.”

He puffed out his chest and smiled. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that. Now before I begin my boring paperwork, is there anything I can get you?”

“Perhaps a trowel and a bucket?”

“Of course.”

He snapped his fingers and next to me on the grass appeared those two items. “I’ll just be over at this table so if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask, sweetie.”

“Will do.”

“Good girl. Have fun!”

True to his word, Lucifer sat at a small, white, metal table and began working on his stack of paperwork. I was curious to know what kind of contracts and other tasks the King of Hell had to accomplish, but I just ignored that wish. Turning to the apple tree I noticed some weeds, so I headed over. Kneeling down, I took the trowel and began to dig out the vermin and put them in the bucket. Everytime I dug out a weed it seemed like another one appeared. I growled and kept going, but the process was soon becoming tedious. Just as I was about to give up, I heard chuckling coming from the table. I looked over to see Lucifer hiding his laughter behind one of his papers. “So you’re the reason I can’t get through this task. Get back to work, mister!”

I playfully shook my trowel at him and he gave a salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

I laughed and went back to shoveling. Without Lucifer’s magic making more appear, weeding the apple tree went fairly quickly. After that was done, I moved onto the other bushes and rows of vegetables. It took me several hours but I was finally done weeding. I wiped the sweat off of my brow and let out a breath. It had been a while since I was able to do something I enjoyed in this hellhole. Walking over to the table, I sat down across from His Majesty. I set the bucket with the trowel and weeds inside on the grass. “Whatcha reading?”

“Monthly business reports from the different Sins. I doubt you’d find it entertaining. I certainly don’t.”

I had to chuckle. It was kind of funny to see this side of him. Wait a minute, what am I thinking?! Are you stupid?! He kidnapped you and is trying to court you! Get a grip, woman!

I shook my head and fiddled with my fingers. “Say, how about I take you out for dinner tonight. You’ve been so lovely here at home and I think we both deserve a treat.”

Oh you have no idea how wrong you are.

“Sounds nice. Anything you want me to wear?”

A smirk grew on his lips and he ran his claws up and down my arm. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and I had to suppress a shudder. “That red dress we got you would be a nice statement piece. Really sell the whole ‘you’re mine’ ideology.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“I know you’ll do the right thing.”

Yeah right. 

I pulled my arm away so he’d stop touching it. “I was maybe going to go read in the library if that’s alright with you.”

“Of course, my dear. I’m almost done here so I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

I nodded and began to walk away. I heard him hum so I turned to look at him. He seemed so happy as he signed something. I almost felt bad for leaving him shortly but then I reminded myself of all the things he had done to me. Keep your focus, Y/n. Don’t lose sight.

I grunted and made my way inside to the library on the second floor. When I got there I walked over to one of the various bookcases. There were ten in total and each one reached the high vaulted ceiling. I scanned the titles of some of the books and landed on a fantasy novel, The Last Human. Quite the odd book to have.

I peeled it from its brothers and sat down in one of the plush leather, burgundy armchairs. I opened it and began to read. A few hours passed as I read, Lucifer coming in to join me at some point. He chose the chair next to mine and I felt his fingers playing with my thigh. I tried to not pay much attention to it and concentrate on my book. The novel itself was quite interesting, a spin on The Last Unicorn if you will. 

When night had fallen, the two of us changed. I donned the red, floor length garment that he wanted me to wear while Lucifer put on a black tuxedo. A servant drove us to the inner sanctum of the city and when we stopped His Majesty helped me out of the car. I thanked him and took the arm he held out. We walked into the posh looking restaurant and the cat hostess seemed surprised to see us. “Your Highness, welcome.”

“Hello. I placed a reservation for two earlier today.”

“Let me check the list.”

Her finger scanned down a piece of paper and then tapped a specific spot. “Here we are. Follow me please.”

She led us past several tables before we reached a table in the middle of the room. The table had a white tablecloth and vase with a rose in it. A candle in a glass bubble sat next to the vase in the center. Lucifer acted like a gentleman and pulled my chair out for me. He scooted it close before taking his seat. “Somebody will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you.”

The hostess left us and not even a minute later an imp waitress appeared. “Hello, my name is Jenny and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get started for you two?”

“A bottle of your finest champagne, please.”

“Right away, Your Highness.”

She bowed and ran off. “Champagne? What’s the special occasion?” “What? A man can’t enjoy some fancy liquor with the woman he loves?”

He reached across the table and squoze my hand. I felt some heat rise to my cheeks and I looked away. The restaurant was quite packed. All the tables had some form of couple sitting at it. Our waitress returned with two tall glasses and a green bottle that read Beelzebub’s Special Brew. She popped the cork and poured some champagne into each of our glasses. “Now could I get you two something to eat?”

“Yes, just some pasta for both of us.”

“Of course, Sire. I’ll be out with that shortly.”

I watched as she ran off again. “I hope that was okay. I know you tend to favor pasta when Belfazaar serves it at home.”

“It’s fine.”

I grabbed my glass and took a sip. It was quite good, a bit on the sweeter side. “How is it?”

“Good. I’ll admit I haven’t had champagne since the last wedding I attended.”

At the mention of Earth, I could feel my aura dampen. While my “lover” tried to make my stay as homey as possible, I still longed for the green and blue planet. Lucifer must have noticed the mood change because the hand on top of mine caressed it lightly. “Still missing Earth, huh?”

I nodded. He sighed. “I thought I was making your stay in Hell quite cozy.”

“You have made it as comfortable as you can, Lucifer. Truly. I just miss my home is all.”

“Then perhaps I need to step up.”

Suddenly he stood and pulled out a black box. “Lucifer, what are you-”

I stopped when I saw him kneel. My eyes widened and my breath hitched. No, he couldn’t possibly be…

He opened the box and amongst the plush red velvet lay a golden ring made to look like a snake. Everyone in the restaurant started to gasp and I could see demons pull out their phones to record what was happening. “Please, don’t do this.”

The attention just made Lucifer more happy. “Y/n, I know you’ve been struggling with Hell lately. Trust me, I was there too once. However, I want to be by your side and make you comfortable, happy. More than anything I want to shelter and adore you. I think it’s time we made this official. Will you, Y/n L/n, marry me?”

My body stilled and my mind went blank. Everyone’s attention was on the two of us and the stares made my body flare up. I gulped. What should I do? What should I do?! WHAT SHOULD I DO?! If I accept, will I ever be able to go home? If I don’t, what will he do? He’s capable of so many things, what will he choose to do to me?

I could feel my breath getting stuck in my chest and my eyes started to water. Was it always this hot in here?

“I, I, I-”

“Please, Y/n. Make me the happiest man in all of Hell.”

He lifted the box a bit higher and the ring seemed to sparkle in the light. I looked into his eyes and could only find adoration there, them sparkling just like the ring. Everyone’s staring, just say something. JUST SAY SOMETHING, DAMMIT!

“Y-YES!”

I slapped my hands over my mouth quickly but it was too late. Lucifer plucked the piece of jewelry out of the box and put it on my ring finger. He stood up and for the first time kissed my lips. My eyes widened and I went to push him away, but he grabbed my hands in a tight hold. Everyone around us was applauding and cheering us on and I just wanted to die inside. He pulled away and caressed my cheek lightly. “I love you, my dear.” 

He sat himself back in his chair and smiled at me from across the table. I held my hand and looked at the piece of jewelry now adorning it. It was quite intricate for an engagement ring. Each one of the snake’s scales was engraved into the gold and a little diamond made up the eye. “Quite lovely, isn’t it? I’ve had that made since we first met. It feels nice to finally gift it to you.”

I was sick of looking at it, so I slid my hand under the tablecloth. So that’s why the courting had been ramped up recently. Because he was going to ask me to marry him.

“I thought it would be special to make it in the form we met in. That way it would be more meaningful to our relationship. I hope you like it, darling.”

I just nodded. I couldn’t force myself to say anything in case I said something rash and ruined my plan. Jenny came back to our table with two bowls and set them down. “Here we are. And congratulations on the engagement! I’m looking forward to the wedding.”

“Looks delicious, thanks!”

The two of us picked up our forks and began to eat. I slowly picked at mine and ate little bites while Lucifer talked. “So when do you want to have the wedding, darling? I was thinking a couple months from now when the Pentagram moon will be out. It’ll make the day even more special! Oh, we’ll have to get planning right away! I have so many ideas in mind, how about you?”

“I guess.”

“Are you alright, my little apple?”

“I’m feeling a bit sick actually. Could we maybe go home?”

“Of course, my dear. Let me just pay the check.”

Lucifer flagged down our waitress, paid the bill and then led me out to the car. Customers kept shouting at us congratulations as we left and I remained silent the whole ride home. When we arrived inside, I immediately headed for the bedroom. If I was going to escape, it better be tonight. “I think I’ll take a bath and then head to bed, Lucifer.”

“Alright. I’ll be in my office for a bit. I hope you feel better soon, dear.”

He gave me a light peck on the forehead and then left. Now to put my plan into action.

I headed to the wardrobe and pulled out a light blue nightgown. I grabbed it and went into the bathroom. Locking the door, I pulled off the red dress and put on the nightgown. Opening the cabinet, I pulled out my rope. Grabbing the red dress, I attached it to the end and tied the rope to the foot of the bathtub. Tugging on it to make sure it was secure, I unlatched the window and threw it out. I looked back at the door to make sure nobody was there and then began climbing down. My stomach twisted as I was quite high up and my foot had slipped a couple of times, but I finally made it to the ground. Peering around the corner of the palace, I saw David and Goliath sleeping in the front yard. Good to go.

I bolted as fast as I could to the hole in the fence. I moved aside the bushes and quickly squoze through. I hissed as the fence had caused a couple of gashes on my arm and tore a bit of my nightgown from the sharp edges. Looking around for some kind of direction, I saw in the distance the sparkling marquee that read Hazbin Hotel. I grinned and ran like my life depended on it.

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Matt/chris overstimulating you !!

PLS PLS PLS LORD I NEED THEM MAKING ME CRY 😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

chris:

I just know this man favorite kink is seeing you cry because of overstimulation while he pleasures you and himself, bc yes, your moans and the way your body shakes with every orgasm can and will make him cum on his pants EVERY TIME

SO LETS GOOOOO

The room was bathed in a soft, dim light, shadows flickering on the walls. Chris’s hands were everywhere, his touch relentless, pushing Y/N to the brink repeatedly. Her body trembled, sensitive and raw from hours of his attention.

"Please, Chris, I can't..." Y/N's voice cracked, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks. Her breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps, chest heaving with each desperate inhale.

Chris smirked, his voice a low growl in her ear.

"You can, and you will. Look at the mess you've made on me, begging for more." His fingers trailed down her body, lingering on every inch of sensitive skin. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Her body arched under his relentless touch, every nerve ending on fire.

"Please, no more, I can't take it." She sobbed, her voice a mix of desperation and need. Her body convulsed, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure he forced upon her, legs quivering uncontrollably.

"Such a pathetic sight." He murmured, his tone dripping with mockery. "Begging and crying like the needy little thing you are."

His fingers never stopped, delving deeper, faster, drawing out more cries, more pleas. Each stroke was deliberate, calculated, driving her to the edge again and again. His fingers caress her cervix with how deep he is going, making her see stars repeatedly.

Y/N's world narrowed to the sensations he forced upon her, her mind overwhelmed by the intensity.

"Please, Chris." She whimpered one last time, her voice barely a whisper, her words slurred from exhaustion and pleasure.

He paused, just long enough to let her catch her breath, then resumed with renewed vigor, his four fingers moving in and out of her with force and so easily, her arousal making her hole slippery and extremely wet, the sounds from where they connected filling her head.

"You'll take everything I give you." He commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "You're mine." His movements became more frenzied, almost desperate, his own arousal evident in the way he devoured her with his touch.

Tears blurred her vision, the room spinning around her as her body was pushed beyond its limits.

"Chris, please-e, don't- fuck- don't stop." She begged, her voice breaking, the words almost incoherent. Her fingers dug into the sheets, trying to anchor herself as her body was relentlessly taken to new heights.

"Look at you." He hissed, voice rough with desire. "A beautiful, ruined mess, just for me." He was drunk on her, his need for her insatiable. His lips found her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as his own.

She felt the tension building again, her body betraying her, responding to his every touch.

"Please, Chris, I can't... I can't..." She repeated, the mantra of her helplessness falling on deaf ears.

"You will." He whispered fiercely, his eyes dark with lust. "You'll take it all and beg for more."

His hands, his mouth, his entire being was focused on her, driving her mad with pleasure. He was relentless, merciless, each thrust and stroke calculated to break her down completely.

A trail of whimpers fell from his lips desperately, his hips humping the mattress below his body, searching his own orgasm without even touching himself, pushing his fingers deeper and increasing the speed of his hand.

And with that, Y/N surrendered completely, her body and mind no longer her own, lost in the merciless pleasure he lashed upon her. Her cries echoed in the room, mixing with his harsh breaths and moans, creating a symphony of desperation and ecstasy.

I'll write Matt's version later 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

[strawbxrryanime]

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲? - baji keisuke x reader

His hair. His hair that flows through silk and wavers around the night's most harshest winds. Maybe it's his way with words. The way he'd make you feel senseless, bound to control you and make you all his. Making you whimper out his name, begging him to stop being such a tease. Begging for Baji Keisuke.

What if it's the way he looks at you, bronze eyes glaring at you through the days, almost like his eyes are glowing to the sight of you. The way he ties his hair back whenever he's sophisticated upon something. The way he smirks upon teasing you so hard you're on your knees. The way his perfect body gleams perfectly for you, all muscles and strength. It's like he was made just for you.

"Mm, gonna make you mine Y/N~" Baji would mutter. "I'm going to make sure you won't walk for around three weeks~" Baji would chuckle, his chuckles, the way of knowing that you are absolutely fucked. Baji smothers your lips with his deep kisses, his tongue reaching to entangle yours quickly and fast. His kisses, deep and laced with affection, ecstasy fills the room with your moans as Baji kept kissing deep into you.

It could possibly be the way Baji takes off his clothes, his muscular body is once again gleaming for you in the moonlight. That same body that'll pin you down with brute force and make you his one and only. Baji once again smirks, that same smirk that'll provoke you into doing anything for him. That'll make you whimper in fear of what's in store. What about Baji Keisuke that makes him so attractive? The way he inserts his cock inside your tight hole as he puts you in a chokehold, the way his cock gets consumed tightly by your gummy walls as Baji grunts. Tears fill your eyes in complete euphoria as you scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Baji was owning you tonight, and now, there's nothing you can do about it. Maybe it's the feeling of making you helpless. Making you all vulnerable, like a wolf with its prey.

His sloppy thrusts slam against you as his cock is deeply buried down your walls within each thrust, each slam, each plap, the impact on your hole was merciless compared to Baji's hot cock. Maybe it's the way the sounds of him fucking you just absolutely pollute your ears, you're so lovesick into Baji Keisuke, and Baji sure is as well since he's wrecking your entire ass fully. His touch, slivering from your neck to your waist and body as he just keeps ramming deep into you.

Baji then kisses your neck, marking you even more, like a stinger deep through skin. "Shh..~" Baji whispered as he kept grunting, "You're so tight it's driving me crazy~" As if you didn't think it'd be crazy enough, Baji starts to go more faster, slamming every inch inside of your hole, the smell of the bedroom is so lewd now. It almost drives you insane as you grip the sheets and moan in pleasure.

Baji's smirk slowly turns upside down into a frown as his mouth opens up, this is when he feels that he's about to cum a whole load inside of you, and you better take all of it. As you kept moaning his name, his thrusts get bigger and sloppier, and his grunts become more louder. His grunts that you can play on repeat, you could ride him like a horse and crush his ballsack and give him all your love, but you know who's definitely dominating tonight.

Maybe it's the way Baji slightly whimpers, even when you point it out he still won't admit it, but he very clearly does so as the noises he makes when he's about to cum a whole lot is enough to make you turn red in the flesh. "Gonna... agh~!" Hearing those words from Baji makes you let out a lewd smile. You know Baji is attracted to you, he's extremely clingy, possessive, and easy to be jealous. So when he's treating you hard he's treating you hard. You admire all of Baji, the way of everything about him is enough to send butterflies to your stomach, even when it feels like he's fully ramming it too.

The sounds of his cock getting more sloppier as he gets closer and closer while he's mindlessly thrusting, pounding into your hole was enough to send shivers down your spine as your eyes roll back in pleasure. Baji slaps your ass as he grabs a hold of it tightly, slamming down every inch of his cock going faster and preceding his limit as he groans and grunts to the moans and screams of you. "AGH!~ GOING TO FUCK YOU S-SO GOOD!~ AGH!~" Baji kept trying to hold it in, another component you loved about your beloved Keisuke. Poundings become even more faster and groans and grunts were exchanged.

You could now hear almost nothing but the slams of his cock, the fast strong and powerful slams, it's really because Baji is silent screaming in ecstasy right now, and he doesn't want you to see him be this weak. But you admire that side of him either way, so you lock your legs inside of him burying his cock even deeper as he thrusts, a clench sound reverberated across the whole entire room as Baji's expression has changed. "A-AGHH!~ HEY!~" Baji was left speechless as the pleasure was just so unexpected for him, you'd see Baji with such a lewd expression, eyes rolled back and all as he continued furiously pounding more and more, reaching his limit, groaning and screams being exchanged until finally, he unleashes his load inside of you.

Another thing to admire, the way his load just completely fills you up with warmth, the groans from Baji as each squirt he vigorously thrusts inside you, the moans and screams from you are undeniably amazing to him as you hold on for dear life trying to take it all inside. Baji lowering his body to kiss you more passionately. Everything about Baji Keisuke makes him so attractive, makes him the best. His cock is still buried in you, as he wraps his arms into you as a headlock kind of way as he smothers you more with kisses, you're now unwilling to escape. Then all of a sudden.

Thrust. Thrust. The poundings pick up more faster and faster as strings from the previous load stick to his cock, pounding heavily against you faster and faster. You scream out. "AH! BAJI W-WAIT!~" Baji smirks and mutters. "You've always destined to be mine. Now, I'm going to fuck you so hard to the point where all the sperm in my ballsack is gone~ And trust me, it does take a lot of time~ And I can scream, groan and grunt to you however I feel like it hm?~ Agh!~" Baji digs his fangs into your neck gently, marking you forever his.

And damn, you're really falling for him there. By the ways your eyes just rolled. It's undoubtedly a fact, everything about Baji just makes him so attractive.

[dark-and-kawaii]

This thought just punched me in the face about Kieran and Rolan...but it might be a bit out there...

I can see Kieran having your face pushed into a wall as he has you bent over in the taverns dark ally. Just being his cocky self as Rolans chastising him about getting caught by someone. That's when Kieran is rolling his eyes (and pounding into you harder because Rolan is starting to piss him off and of course he takes that out on you) "Well if your so worried about it why don't you skip your turn while I finish here. Archemage..." Kireran pinches your clit to make you moan and get your attention, "he doesn't experiment with you much does he princess?"

That's when when Rolan will narrow his eyes at him and pull you from Kireran, with a quick spell Rolans cock is lubed and he starts fucking your tight ass. Kireran lets out a low whistle from Rolan bouncing you hard on his length. "You've prepped her for that?" and Rolan just scoffs "of course I have...she's mine after all." Rolan fucken growls as he tears your ass up. I imagine Kireran doesn't say it but he's slightly impressed he thought Rolan was a bore...this is an interesting development...

Summary: You get stretched, used and abused by your two favorite tieflings.

₊˚⊹♡ Pairings: Rolan x F!Tav/Reader x OMC

₊˚⊹♡ Content: NSFW - Stretched By Two Tiefling Cocks - Your Poor Little Ass - Cunny Being Stretched So Good - Creampie - Asspie - Leaking Cum For Days - Double Penetration - Anal

₊˚⊹♡ Notes: @reverieblondie Please don’t ever stop thirsting for these two men, because my god I read this on repeat babe!!! This was so good and so much fun and I just love you!!!!

The abrupt stretch of your ass had you half screaming and half crying from the pleasure. You were shaking and drooling as Rolan used your tight little ass as his own personal fuck toy. He was so damn meaty, this you knew, and those thick veins- the thick ridges that adorned it only added to his girth… “R-r-Rolan!!! Aha- ah- NGH- W-WAIT!!! S’TOO MUCH- TOO MUCH- AHHH~!!!”

Kieran just chuckles at your broken screams before grabbing you by the throat, “Don't be such a whore, we don't want the whole city hearing you, now do we?”

The look you were giving him was so precious, he only wish he could make a painting of it. Those big doe eyes filled with tears, cheeks flushed, and lips plump and red as you bit your bottom lip. And the way those tits of yours jiggled as Rolan was mercilessly using your ass… It was beautiful.

“That’s a good girl, we wouldn’t want some slimy man stumbling upon us and stealing our treasure would we?”

You whimpered and shook your head as Kieran pressed his thumb against your lip, “Or would you enjoy that? Some man, or a group finding you being defiled by two hellspawns, our cocks filling your holes-“ he forced his thumb into your mouth and watched as you sucked and slobbered all over it, “Is that what you'd like, doll?” His eyes were dark, his thumb pushing further in as you choked on it, your eyes watering once more, “A crowd of men touching themselves, watching you and waiting their turn while you're fucked into oblivion by the two of us-“

“Kieran!” Rolan growled, “That’s quite enough! There will be no others!”

The tatted up tiefling looked at Rolan as he gave a smirk, shrugging while he removed his thumb from your mouth, a line of drool connecting the digit to your plump lips, which were still parted, “I was just asking the lady what she would enjoy. She can't exactly answer anyway, can she? You’re using like some common whore, mage boy~ Cutting off her words and making her cry- what a brute, you should apologize to her.”

Rolan huffed, but then looked down at your face, and how blissed out you were, the way your tongue was hanging out and the way you were drooling before thrusting his hips harder. Kieran just grinned and leaned back, taking in the view of your body being wrecked by Rolan.

He could see the way you were getting close, how you were starting to tremble, how your eyes rolled back and your legs started shaking like a newly born fawn. But just as you were about to reach your high, Rolan pulled out, leaving your ass gaping.

“Awh, now that’s just cruel, Rolan.” Kieran smirked, taking out a cigarette and lighting it with his finger.

“R-Rolan?” Your voice was shaky, the high you were riding leaving you confused and dazed, your vision a little blurry and unfocused. The wizard gave you a smile as he rubbed your hips, kissing your shoulder, his lips soft against your skin.

“Trust me, my dear.” He twirled you around, his tail snaking around your leg to help him hoist you up. He pressed his cock against your entrance, feeling the heat radiating from it, your slickness dripping down and staining his robe. With a single thrust, he was deep inside you, the feeling of your walls squeezing him causing him to let out a soft groan. He gave you a moment to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you, his tail coiling tighter around your thigh, “say my name, darling, I want to hear your lovely voice.”as you sing for me- only for me~”

Rolan was panting as he rammed his hips against you, his pace hard and brutal as he held you close, his arms wrapping around your waist as his fingers dug into your sides.

“R-ROLAN!!~ MM’ROLAN! ROLAN!!! M’YOURS~”

Well that just won’t do…

The cherry of Kieran’s cig flared up as he took another drag before blowing a cloud of smoke into your face. The way you coughed and scrunched your nose up in disgust was absolutely adorable.

Tangling his sharp nails in your hair, he yanked your head back, your neck straining as he kissed you- forcing his tongue to explore every crevice of your mouth. Once you were out of breath, he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths before he licked his lips and smiled at you, “whose are you, princess?”

Rolan saw the way Kieran was looking at you… He should’ve known the bastard was up to something…

Taking advantage of that gaping asshole you have, he thrusts his thick cock in and begins pounding away. The noises that fall from his lips are downright sinful. The way your eyes widen and the way you scream out his name, oh yes, now that is music to his ears.

You felt so full, stretched beyond what you ever thought possible, your gummy walls from both holes clinging to the large cocks that invaded your warmth, “M-my- my body! I-it's yours! Ha-Ahh~ It's y-your- ngh-! I-It's y-your toy!!! Mmgh!!~ Y-you can do whatever y-you- hah- want with me- ah~ Rolan~ ROLAN!! KIERAN!!! M’YOURS!!!”

Kieran gave a sinister laugh as he bit down on your neck hard enough to break the skin. Blood pooled in his mouth as his tongue lapped over the wound. You tasted sweet, sweeter than any wine or liquor he's ever had. You were perfect, “such a pretty little cocksleeve” His fingers pinching and pulling at one of your nipples, yanking it to stretch out the sensitive bud, earning a loud cry from you.

You were fucked senseless for what felt like hours… Until finally they both erupted inside you. Rolan’s hot cum filling your womb, Kieran’s searing seed painting your bowels a pretty white… You were filled so full that you could feel how their white messes spilled past their cocks and onto the dank alley floor.

You had been reduced to a babbling, drooling, sloppy mess… Your tongue lolling out still as Rolan and Kieran pulled out, their thick cum pouring out of your stretched abused holes…

Kieran just tapped your cheek thank you for such a good time, and Rolan simply kept you in his arms- covering you with his robe before hoisting you up bridal style so that he could carry you back to his tower…

[wakacreations]

Kinktober Day 3: Raphael Breeding

Author's Note:

I don't usually write smut but what better month to learn how to during this month. I honestly spin a wheel to determine which infernal I write about so far it has been Raphael.

Pairing: Raphael x F! Tav/Reader

Content: NSFW - Dubcon, Choking, Breeding,

Word Count: 1215

Summary:

"Could the mouse honestly believe they can scurry away so easily?" Raphael catches Tav going back on their deal. What is the punishment for stealing back their contract in the House of Hope? Reminding them why they signed their name away the first time around. "The good thing is though, there's only one little voice you really should listen to. Mine."

“You were always my favorite client. Oh, how much you fought, begged and stole to keep your hide intact.” He purred.

“There is a tenaciousness to you little mouse.” The jingle of bells grew nearer with every step you took towards the portal.

“You have the audacity to defy the fates, to face the gods and to deny people of their rightful days of reckoning.” You feel the warmth of Hellfire pressed against your back.

“While I do not mind whatever chaos you leave in your wake, it is your realm after all. I am the Fox who warns and watches, a humble guide if you will.” The brush of a heated breath licks at your ear. 

“Yet, you chose to not heed the caution I bestowed upon you. I went through all the pleasantries as I am but the most gracious host.” A giant arm envelops you from behind, wrapping itself tight around your waist.

“There is only so much I can tolerate.” He growled, feeling the rumble of his chest on your back.

“You will pay for all your manners of conduct in this home, mouse.” His claws come to grip your delicate throat squeezing in warning of what is to come. A dark chuckle fills your ear as you feel him twitch alive at your backside. Your lower muscles clench at the contact. You desperately claw at his firm hand feeling your head grow lighter. Your vision blurring at the edges.

“I can easily snap you with the twitch of my palm. I still have half the mind to do so.” He rolled his hips against your plush behind. Your vision darkens the smell of cherries and smoke fills your nostrils. Flames licked up your body singeding you as the heat roamed, stinging your skin. You shivered at the cool silk brushes underneath you.

“I am in the business of being a savior than just being a mere devil,” releasing their grip on your airways. You take a deep breath in, feeling a flush of warmth spread through you as the sudden blood rush to your head. Colors danced in your vision all wavering and vivid. The softness of his cheek brushes against yours.

“Do not move, less if you have any ounce of self preservation or do. The outcome will lead to my own pleasure in the end.” The devil spoke into your ear. The bed groaned. The pressure on your back disappears, a tail wraps your ankle dragging you to the edge of the bed. 

“You enjoy our little games, mouse that much is evident. You fear what you crave.“ His hands grab fists full of your ass, your hips grind into the bedding.

“Always so eager to respond to temptation,” a smirk played on his lips as he parted your cheeks.

“Try as you might to escape me. Your arousal says otherwise,” rubbing his thick rod against your slick, coating his ridges.

“Admit you love my attention and pleasure,” sharply thrusting into you. You scream a high pitched wail clutching at the sheets. The searing stretch as his cock forces you to accommodate his hefty girth, his infernal ridges catching on your tight walls, pressing further till he's completely seated inside. A tremble shutters through you from a mix of your pain and arousal to his overwhelming punishing thrusts. Tears prickle in your eyes when you feel him kiss your cervix. You whimper into the silk.

“You will not hide from me, mouse.” A firm strike lands on your soft cheek, rippling before him. You yelp, feeling his heated hand print leaving his mark. His.

“Keep your head raised. You will not deny me,” rubbing his palm over your reddened cheek. He moves his hips inside you, pulling out and slamming back in. Through each long rough stroke, you feel him, all of him. The way his ridges rake against your quivering walls as you try to cling desperately for any amount of pleasure. A low groan escapes him in approval. His clawed hand reaches into your hair pulling you towards him.

“Derive any pleasure you can. Beg for it if you must. You will accept all that I am.” His voice gone ragged, his thrusts quickened as he chased his pleasure. You try to angle away from his punishing blows but his arm presses your hips down keeping you in place. Where you truly belong. A sudden rush of his burning seed spills into you, marking you within. Tears stream down your face as you feel him pump into you pushing his seed deeper.

“You know my appetite is insatiable, little mouse. You will come to enjoy it, won't you?” Another sharp strike to your cheek, you cry out. He moans, hips stuttering at your sudden clench.

“Yes! That is it, love. I will take you again and again till you know nothing else.” His tail whipping blow after blow on your backside littered your cheeks with bruising kisses. Moans fall from you in an endless stream, bracing yourself for each delicious sting. Your hips pressed back into the cambion's. His ragged breathing fills your ears.

“I will fill you to the brink, mouse. Your womb will know only I. You will ache, you will beg for my seed to take root deep inside of you. Isn't that what you want? To stay here within my walls?” Raphael pressed his weight into you. The warmth of his chest on your back. His arms come to wrap around you driving his cock to carve into you. The flap of his wings cast a shadow overhead. His face nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder.

“How long will you fight against me, Tav?” You whimpered, his fangs running against the column of your throat, sucking and biting as you shiver from pleasure. 

“You are mine!” His hips moving in a feverish frenzy, sinking his teeth into you. There will be no else but him. You cry out as you feel him collide into you with full force. “Nothing but you,” as you feel the growing tension build from within.

“That's right, such a good little mouse. You will remember. You will learn. You will never forget,” he roared, emphasizing with each buck of his hips. Your senses are assaulted by him.

The burning heat of his body that presses and melds with your own, the deep rich sultry voice that coats his words of deprive temptations, the weight of their ribbed cock that sits heavy in your stomach demanding you take in their wide girth, and the intoxicating smell of sweet cherries linger on your skin. What is there left of you in this body of yours?

“Who do you belong to?” His hands come to deliver a harsh twist to your nipples. The tension within drives you mad. You raise your hips to grind against him, to gain whatever pleasure he generously bestowed onto you. You feel his claws press on your throat, the familiar weightlessness returns. Whatever he desires. Your toes clench as you come undone, feeling his engorged cock filling you once more, spilling out of your abused hole. An inhuman roar piercing through the air. 

“Raphael,” you utter when their grip slackened. Three burning eyes stare down from above as your exhaustion takes hold.

[gyu-vinnie]

138, 150, 179 and 199 with gunwookie pls 😩✊

“fuck, i love you so much”/ “you’re all mine”-“hm…”-“say it”-“i’m all yours”/ “i want to fuck you so bad”/ “i want to make a mess of you”

i’m getting major insecure gunwook vibes from this 😼

okay, so maybe pranking gyuvin was a bad idea. just maybe…

okay it was a terrible idea. you and taerae wanted to tease him and be your usual silly selves. what you didn’t know was that gunwook was already not in the best headspace since he woke up. all because of some stupid dream he had the night before where someone took you away from him. he kept telling himself that would never happen, that you love him too much. and well, he was technically right.

unfortunately, you and taerae had no clue about this dream. when he came into practice, the first thing he saw was your head resting on taeraes shoulder and he swears he heard his heart shatter. upon making eye contact with you, he stormed out the room making you and taerae share a glance and start giggling to yourselves that the plan succeeded.

spoiler alert, it didn’t. not even 30 seconds later matthew storms into the room. “y/n, why did i just see gunwook speed walking down the hall in tears?”

the second you heard him say that you stood up. “which way did he go?” matthew shrugged and pointed left. “it looked like he was going towards the bathroom or something.”

you quickly thanked him and started running towards the bathroom. you could hear sniffing, and it broke you heart. “wookie? are you in here?” you asked while making it towards the bigger stall, seeing his sneakers you bought him and recognizing him instantly. “baby, can you let me in?”

you heard shuffling and the door unlocked, when the stall door opened you were met with the sight of a puffy faced, red eyed, swollen lipped gunwook. your eyes instantly widen and you went in the stall, closing the door behind you and locking it.

you turned to face him and one look at his face again made you hug him instantly. “shit, gunwook, im so sorry. i didn’t mean to make you cry. me and taerae were just trying to mess with you.”

you cupped his face, wiping his tear stained cheeks. he didnt say anything, just kinda stared at you. your first thought was that he was mad at you, but his face was emotionless. if he was mad, atleast you’d be able to tell. he looked deep in thought.

“i want to fuck you so bad.” he mutters, it being barely audible. your eyes widened and you frozen. “h-huh?” he moved your hands from his cheeks and pinned them above your head, pushing you against one of the walls.

“you heard me, i want to make a mess of you.” as you back hit the wall you looked up at him with wide eyes. “would that make you feel better?” he nodded and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, leaving soft pecks all the way down. “just give me 10 minutes…10 minutes and i’ll be fine.”

so that’s what you did, you gave him 10 minutes. well, technically you two are at the 12 minute mark but who’s counting? surely not you at this moment. your are eyes rolled to the back of you head as gunwook pounds into you with his head hung low. the only sounds being able to be heard is the filthy sound of skin slapping, the squelching noise, your muffled moans that are barely audible with gunwooks big hand over your mouth, and the small words he’s whispering as he fucking into you, a single tear still rolling down his face.

“fuck, i love you so much. so so much” me mutters into your ear. though honestly it’s going in one ear and out the other with how fucked out you are. “your all mine, okay?”

you slowly started to come back to your senses as gunwooks thrusts start to get sloppier and your own orgasm approaching quickly. “hmm…” you moan out, he moved his hand from your mouth and started thrust faster, sending you over the edge as you cum on his cock. “say it…say your mine”, he upped his head so he could see you. “i’m all yours”

and the second the words slipped from your mouth, he came. whispering small praises to you and pulling out. “l-let me help you clean” he says shakily as he grabs the toilet tissue and starts wiping.

when you went back in the studio, it was as if nothing happened.

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 10th

Day 10: Anal Sex, Kissing, Crying

Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: MMF relationship, threesome, anal sex (male & female receiving) , anal fingering, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex

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Finding Prince Oberyn with his cock buried in a willing mouth, cunt or ass is never something that shocks you. It’s always sexy when you come upon it and it always leads to you throwing yourself at your prince, your lover. 

He is a man with a varied, high sexual appetite and you know that he would never be satisfied with just one to fuck for the rest of his life. Ellaria had decided to stay home this trip, her pregnancy advanced to the point where she was uncomfortable traveling by carriage. 

You’re freshly bathed, needing to clean the sweat and cum from your skin and when you sail into the rooms that the two of you are sharing in the brothel, you find Obery hunched over a man, his lips pressed to his as his cock slides deep into the other man. 

“Oh lover.” You can’t help but moan, breaking the kiss and watching as their heads turn towards you. Both men startlingly handsome and passion flared deep in their eyes. The man under Oberyn is marred by a long scar through his eye that bisects his brow and makes him look even more dangerous. “You have mounted your stallion so elegantly.” You coo, feeling your cunt immediately start to throb in anticipation. 

Pero Tovar is his lover, your lover. Both of them fucking each other, you and Ellaria, along with whomever you decide to bring into your large bed. Watching his cock twitch under him as Oberyn grinds deep and starts to pull back, you kneel on the bed and run one finger down the Spaniard’s bobbing length. 

He hisses, closing his eyes and absorbing the thrust from the man behind him. His mouth drops open in the exquisite ecstasy of being filled by his lover and having that spot deep inside of him spasm every time Oberyn presses against it. “Sunflower.” He grunts, whistling your nickname through his teeth when your fingers trail over his cock again. 

Oberyn hums, his hand leaving Pero’s hip and reaching out to pluck at your straps on your shoulders. “Join us, my love.” He urges, still rocking his hips as he plows into Pero at a slowly increasing pace. “Slide under your stallion.” 

You shake your head, smirking slightly and that makes both men frown, Oberyn stopping, still buried in Pero’s ass. “I want you to fuck my ass, my prince.” You announce. 

Pero groans quietly, cock twitching again as he imagines it, even if it means that Oberyn’s cock would not be buried in his ass. 

“My love-” “It is what our sunflower wants.” Pero rasps, turning his head to look back at the Prince. “You can always fuck me later.” 

You hum in approval, cunt clenching. “I want to feel you fill my ass like you filled my cunt last night.” You admit breathlessly. “While I take Pero’s cock down my throat and fill his ass with my fingers.” 

Oberyn hesitates, contemplating the change and slaps Pero’s hip, leaning down and nipping his shoulder with his teeth. “You are so soft where our sunflower is concerned.” He teases, “giving her whatever she wants.” 

Pero moans. “So are you, amante.” He counters, both men knowing that it is true. Despite their own passions, they are willing to change the plan for you.  

Pero reaches for you, dragging you down onto the bed for a kiss while Oberyn slides out of him. Groaning into your mouth at the loss and sliding his tongue against yours. “You want your prince to fill your ass like he fills mine?” He asks teasingly. “Is my little sunflower jealous?” 

You aren’t jealous, not of Pero and Oberyn’s relationship. “I’m only jealous I do not have a cock to fuck you with.” You murmur back and smirk when he groans in surprise. 

“You would be good at it.” He moans, the bed shifting slightly as Oberyn moves off of it to clean up. He was fastidious about that when switching between lovers and holes. Something that you much appreciated. “You are good at fucking us with a cunt, you would be amazing with a cock.” 

“Are you ready, my love?” Oberyn asks, frowning slightly as he moves towards the box that has his little toys that he uses for prep. 

“Already ready, my handsome viper.” You assure him with a wink. Your bath had been indulgent, allowing you to open yourself up and now that you are back in your room with your lovers, you are glad you had done it. 

“She is always four steps ahead of us.” Pero grumbles, grinning against your lips as he rolls onto his back and brings you with him. His hands push your dress down your torso and you feel Oberyn join you back on the bed to finish stripping you as bare as they are. 

“She plots.” Oberyn muses, his hands spreading your cheeks wide to get a good look at your puckered hole. “Kiss her again and let her move to your cock, stallion.” He orders with a pleased hum when he sees it fluttering in anticipation. “She wishes to be taken like a man this morning and I am eager to sink into her.” 

His kiss is tender before you break away and start to slide down his body. Aided by Oberyn’s eager hands as he pulls you back to where you can settle between Pero’s thighs. Kissing his hip before you push his legs apart even more as he lays on his back. 

“He will not know what to think, my love.” Oberyn teases, fingers dipping into the oil that is used to ease the press of his cock and coating the sensitive skin around your hole generously before pressing in just slightly. 

It makes you moan, your fingers wrapped around the thick cock in front of you and your own fingers start to swirl around his hole and press inside. The oil from earlier still slicking up his passage for you and two fingers slip easily inside your lover. 

“Gods be damned.” Pero hisses, his hips bucking up and his cock twitching in your hand. While not as thick as your lover’s cock, your fingers are already curling up and pressing against that post inside the Spaniard that makes him wild. 

“She is talented.” Oberyn reminds his lover with a chuckle as he coats his cock in oil again and shuffles forward. Running his hand down your back as he spreads your cheeks with the other. “In all things.” He groans as he presses the head of his cock against your hole and slowly starts to break you open inch by satisfying inch. 

It stings, pinches in a way that is so different from how your cunt is stretched. Feeling foreign and amazing all at the same time as he works his thick cock inside you with slow rocks of his hips. 

Moaning, your mouth falls on Pero’s cock, eager to taste the salty spurts of pre-cum that is beading up and sliding down the head and over your knuckle. Taking him into your mouth and sucking hip deeper. Listening to both of the men you love groaning as they take pleasure from you. 

When his hips are flush against your ass, you feel like you are stuffed full. Clenching around him and feeling the way that his cock moves inside you. Oberyn leans forward and presses a kiss to your spine. “Being buried in my lovers is how I wish to spend all my time.” He groans before he starts moving. 

All of you work in unison. Pero’s hips rolling down and pushing your fingers deeper, rocking up slightly to fill your mouth and push down your throat. All while you are pushing back slightly as the thrusts into the other hole you have steadily stimulate pleasures that you rarely indulge in. 

“So filthy.” He groans, looking down at his lovers with a sense of satisfaction. He will fill your ass like you want and then when his cock is hard again, he will fill Pero’s like he had planned. Watching both of you drip his seed while he finds a whore to suck his cock while you undoubtedly ride your stallion's cock. “I might have to fuck this ass more often.” He grunts, slapping it playfully and making you squeal around Pero’s cock. 

Rocking into you harder and faster as he chases his pleasure, Oberyn is never one to miss a show. Watching as you bob on his cock and push your fingers deep inside him. He can see that Pero’s toes are curling. Telling him that he’s close. 

He knows your signs as well. This time in the very specific way that your little hole is clenching around him desperately. Making him slide his hand around your hip to rub your clit. Only have to press his fingers to your clit and rub a few times before you are crying out. The sound muffled around Pero’s cock, but the Spaniard doesn’t mind, his teeth clenched together. Barely holding back his own orgasm until your fingers curl up inside him again. Then he cums with a shout of your name, filling your mouth with hot spurts of his seed. 

That’s enough for Oberyn, his hips slapping against your ass harshly as he hisses at how tight you get. Enjoying the almost painful squeeze as he fuck you until his own end sneaks up on him. Burying himself deep in your ass, Oberyn fills you like you had begged him to. Pumping you full of his sticky seed with harsh thrusts as he grinds deep. 

Smirking when he pulls out to see you drip his cum like he had wished, he slaps your thigh when you crawl up and collapse against your Spaniard’s chest. “Worn out?” He teases. “I thought we were just getting started.” 

You hum and close your eyes as you snuggle against Pero’s chest. Your ass feels the best kind of sore and you know that your pussy will feel the same way when Pero fucks you. “Give me a minute, lover.” You plead. “You know you always wear me out when you fuck my ass.” You grin. “But I love it.” 

Both men laugh, and you feel his seed sliding down between your cheeks, making you clench and smirk to yourself, always enjoying anal with your men. 

[arcane-vagabond]

Hanging By a Moment: Chapter Two

Hanging By a Moment: Chapter Two

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Taking place directly after the events of "Don't Hang'em Til Noon," this series follows more of Jake and Scout as they traverse life in the New Mexico territories. Isaac Cassidy's gang is still hanging about, stirring up trouble in the name of their fallen leader. Additionally, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell and your brother, Benjamin, have established rights to a gold mine that's now drawing in more and more unsavory characters. Will you have what it takes to survive the growing danger?

Trigger Warnings: Talk of mining, Talk of gold, Mentions of blood, Mentions of Isaac Cassidy, Feelings of being watched, Fluff, Romance, like a disgusting amount of flirting and pining, idiots in love. I think that's everything, but please let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 3.0k

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The air inside the assembly hall was heavy with rapt attention as the townsfolk fixed their gazes upon the three men on stage. You noticed Maverick shifting ever so slightly on his feet, a show of nerves that seemed so out of character for the man. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell may be the mayor, but he was a quiet man - a characteristic you had been told was earned with age and years of responsibility thrust upon him. His lips twitched in a nervous smile that didn’t go unnoticed by you as his eyes flickered across the crowd, meeting your own before flitting away to look at someone else.

“I’m sure you’re all wondering why we’ve asked you to gather here today,” he said finally, tone clear and even, showing no hint of the nerves he was feeling in the moment. He took a half step back, angling his body to face the unknown man at his side. Your eyes shifted to the right to study him.

He was a tall man with a slim build that hinted at a muscular physique in his youth. Wrinkles littered his face much like Maverick and Iceman’s, though his hair was a stark white in comparison to Maverick’s graying black. His face was stern but not unkind, the look of a man who meant business but who might also have fun at your expense. His demeanor was relaxed as his eyes flickered to Maverick’s before facing back forward.

“Allow me to introduce a long-time friend of mine that’s been helping us Benjamin and myself out with our little project,” Maverick began again, hand raised towards the stranger. “This here is Ron Kerner. Some of you might recognize him from way back in the day before he set up shop in San Francisco. He’s been kind enough to make his way here to help us set up shop.”

“Set up shop for what, Maverick?” Someone hollered out, causing a wave of murmured agreement to ripple through the crowd.

“Right,” he sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck, a frown pulling on his lips. “You know everything I do is to try and do right by the good people of this town. I wouldn’t have pursued this if I didn’t think it was something worth doing, you all know that.”

“Get on with it!”

Several murmurs of agreement floated around the crowd, and Maverick grimaced, eyes shifting towards Benjamin for assistance. Benjamin stood up a little taller, walking to stand next to the older man and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he addressed the crowd.

“What Maverick is trying to say,” he began, “is that there is an investment opportunity. An opportunity for jobs and a boost to our fine town’s economy. It’s hit several towns and areas in the west, drawing more and more people with each passing day. It is the thing which all men seek. Ladies and gentlemen, I mean to say that there is gold here in Maverick.”

The entire assembly hall broke into excited chattering, and your eyebrows shot up onto your forehead. Birdie drew in an excited breath as she clutched at your arm, her other clutching Bunny’s.

“Gold?” She murmured, eyes darting excitedly to you as she squirmed in her seat. “That’s good news right?”

You weren’t so sure. Gold was a risky business at the best of times, and from the mutterings you had managed to overhear at Hondo’s store the past couple of weeks, the local farmers were worried that it was shaping up to be another exceptionally dry summer. The last few summers had been mild, from the sounds of it, but the older men in town were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Jake and the other Daggers had told you stories about growing up with the last major drought that had occurred, eyes looking towards a distant past that spoke of hunger and loss.

“Everyone, please!” Benjamin called out, voice barely being heard above the crowd. He raised his hands high to try and draw attention to himself, but let them drop in defeat when the noise only grew louder. A shrill whistle echoed through the room, several people wincing at the intrusive noise as all eyes turned to the far corner where Sheriff Kazansky leaned against the wall. He let his fingers drop from his lips as he crossed his arms, settling back with an unamused scowl towards the people gathered.

“The sooner you let the man talk,” he groused, “the sooner your questions can be answered. It’s like you folks ain’t never heard of gold before for pete’s sake.”

The crowd slowly turned back around, looking much like a giant group of reprimanded children. A smile tugged on your lips as you caught Ice’s gaze from across the room. His scowl shifted into a warm smile as he looked at you, shooting you a quick wink before nodding back towards the stage. You bowed your head before adhering to his silent request, catching Benjamin’s thankful smile towards the older man.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” he murmured. “As I was saying, yes. Gold has been found in the area, and with Mr. Kerner’s help, we’ve been able to set up mining operations outside of town and establish rights to the gold in the area. Those of you who wish to try your luck at panning or mining will need to first apply for a permit. You can do so by seeing me or Maverick here, and we can help you with the paperwork.”

You tuned out the rest, allowing your thoughts to wander as your brother droned on and answered questions from the crowd. You had heard talk about the shady characters that a gold rush tended to attract, the types of crimes they committed. The town of Maverick wasn’t crime free, you knew that better than anyone, but there was an unspoken rule amongst the people you called neighbors: protect your own.

You had gained the trust of the locals only a month prior when you had saved Jake from swinging from the gallows - something that was more for your benefit than for theirs, but it had won you their respect and gratitude nonetheless.

So lost in thought, you hadn’t noticed when you had twisted around to look at the outlaw in question, your brow furrowed into a faraway glare that had him raising an eyebrow at you. You snapped out of it when he made his way past the few people standing in the aisle of the packed assembly hall, crouching down beside you. The smell of clean linen and faint tobacco permeated the surrounding air, and you let out a quiet hum at the familiar smell.

“Normally I know what you’re glaring at me for, honey girl,” he whispered, a hand coming up to rest on the back of your chair as he shot you a curious look, smirk barely contained. “But I’m afraid you’re going to have to clue me in on this one.”

You shook your head, tearing your eyes away from him to look back up at the stage.

“I wasn’t meaning to,” you confessed, lips pulling back into a grimace.

“What’s eatin’ away at you?”

“Perhaps you just have that effect on me,” you challenged with a smirk, sparing him a glance. A lascivious grin spread across his face as he leaned in closer.

“I think I have a lot of effects on you, pretty girl,” he teased, running his eyes up and down your figure, causing your cheeks to heat with anticipation. Birdie cleared her throat, drawing both of your attentions to her. She raised an eyebrow at the two of you before turning her gaze pointedly to the surrounding crowd. Your cheeks were heated for a different reason this time, and you noticed Jake’s cheeks dusted a light pink as well when you peered at him.

“Sorry, miss,” Jake murmured, shooting her an apologetic smile before looking back at you with a shameless wink. You rolled your eyes, staring back at the stage pointedly. Jake stood, shifting his weight onto the foot closest to you, but making no move to leave his new spot. You could feel the eyes on you two, most of them coming from the direction of a certain group of girls. You paid them no mind, allowing your thoughts to wander back to the dangers of allowing gold mining within the town of Maverick.

Would it boost the local economy? Most assuredly. Was that worth the shady characters that would come crawling in from whichever city they left behind? That remained to be seen. The violence and crime was already something you had learned to live with, to deal with on your own even, but that familiarity had come at a price, and your fingers itched with the phantom blood you could still feel dripping from the tips, Isaac Cassidy’s pitch black eyes still boring into you from beyond the grave.

It startled you when people began to move around you, voices ringing out as the townfolk made to leave. A hand appeared in your line of sight, and you looked up to see Jake giving you a soft smile as he waited for you to collect yourself. Shoving aside the sick feeling stirring in the pit of your stomach, you took his hand, feeling an instant sense of release to know that he was still safe, still with you.

“I have to talk to your brother about some things,” he told you, pulling you to your feet gently. “Wait for me by the door? It shouldn’t take but a minute.”

“I’ll be counting,” you told him, a teasing lilt to your tone as you squeezed his hand. He chuckled, eyes sparkling with what you could only describe as adoration. His hand lingered in yours for a moment longer before finally letting go, eyes never leaving you as he backed up towards the stage. You chuckled, shaking your head, only turning when Birdie brushed up against you.

“You’ve got that man wrapped around your little finger,” she giggled. You raised an eyebrow at her, eyes darting to Bunny who gave you a knowing look.

“Don’t even try to argue,” the saloon girl said with a roll of her eyes. “Everyone here knows it. Even those girls who haven’t stopped glaring at you since Seresin came sauntering down the aisle.”

She gestured behind her, and sure enough, the group of girls were shooting you daggers as they whispered amongst each other. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, instead turning back to your friends.

“I don’t know what you two are talking about,” you retorted, clasping your hands in front of you as the three of you began up the aisle. Birdie let out a rather indignant and unladylike squawk at your words, eyes growing wide in protest.

“You can’t be serious!” She exclaimed. You pursed your lips, eyes darting to the back wall.

“I don’t know what you’re accusing me of,” you began, a smile tugging on your lips, “but if I’m guilty, then so are the two of you.”

“Can we walk you two home?”

Bob stopped in front of your little group, Bradley not far behind him, and you took a step back to gesture at your two friends.

“By all means, gentlemen,” you smiled, earning a pair of matching glares from your friends.

“This isn’t over!” Birdie hissed as Bradley laid a gentle hand on the small of her back just as Bob offered his arm to Bunny. Both girls gave you pointed looks before allowing themselves to be led out of the building, the last of the chatter in the entrance hall leaving with them.

It had been fifteen minutes, and you were beginning to grow impatient. Shooting a glare at one of the doors leading into the assembly hall, you could hear the group of men erupting into laughter. You huffed, pacing back and forth in front of the entryway. What on earth could they possibly be talking about?

“I need some air,” you muttered to yourself, the leftover heat from so many bodies gathered in one space causing your head to feel light. You pushed the door open, sighing in relief as the cool, night air engulfed you. The sweat clinging to your skin added another layer of relief as you stood in the middle of the street, head leaned back and eyes closed.

Soon, the summertime would be here again, and you grimaced at the thought of the sticky heat that would cling to you with little to no relief available. You truly hated the heat.

You allowed yourself to relax in your moment of solitude, arms stretched wide as you twirled in the dirt road, a smile once again gracing your face. Life out in the west had started rough for you, no one could argue that, but you had managed to survive and even find a place for yourself here with the help of your newfound loved ones. Of course, there had been a rough patch in the middle there, but you had overcome it, coming out stronger in the end and even earning yourself a little nickname from the locals: Priest.

“I don’t get it,” you had frowned, staring at the barmaid in front of you. Bunny let out a sigh as she placed the mug down, placing both hands on the bar as she stared at you.

“It’s because of the way you made Isaac confess to everything,” she explained, cocking her head to the side. “And the way you brought him to his knees, begging for mercy.”

“He didn’t beg for mercy,” you scowled. “Who’s saying that? That’s not true at all!”

“It doesn’t matter,” the other girl had sighed. “That’s what story is making the rounds, and that’s the one that’s gonna stick, Scout. Just let it happen because it’s going to whether you approve of it or not.”

You still thought it was silly, quite frankly, but you had let it go. You had even gotten better at holding back your eye rolls every time you heard someone refer to you with that nickname.

An odd feeling overcame you, pulling you back into the current moment. Your arms dropped down to your sides as you opened your eyes, gaze flickering around the empty streets before landing on a figure hiding in the shadows just two streets down. Your heart stopped at the unexpected sight, eyes narrowing to try and make out who it was. He was a man of average height, and you could just barely make out the few features on his bearded face. You were sure you recognized the man who stood there watching you. His face was unreadable, intensely so as he stared at you, hands in his pockets. Before you could call out to him, the door to city hall opened behind you and you turned with a jump.

Jake trotted down the few stairs, a scowl on his face as he took in the sight of you alone.

“I thought I told you to wait for me by the entrance?” He asked, stopping in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“I did,” you replied, rolling your eyes with a matching scowl. “That was twenty minutes ago.”

A sheepish look crossed over his face, and he hunched his shoulders as he looked at you.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered. “We lost track of the time.”

You hummed, turning your gaze back down the street towards where the man had been standing, only now he was gone. You frowned, brow pinching as you tried to think of where you knew him from.

“What is it?” Jake asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. You shook your head.

“It’s nothing,” you sighed, placing your arms around his shoulders as he swayed the two of you in place. “Just thought I saw something.”

“Your eyes must be playing tricks on you,” he murmured, leaning forward to rest his head against yours. He gave you a suggestive smirk. “You must be tired. We should get you back home and in bed.”

“I feel that it’s in my best interest to inform you that I will be going to bed alone tonight,” you told him, earning a pout from the blond.

“Haven’t you ever heard that doing things together is much more fun than doing things by yourself?” He retorted.

“And haven’t you ever heard of not taking advantage of a lady?” You shot back, an eyebrow raised at him. He tossed his head back into a cackle, leaning back forward with a grin.

“Honey girl, you and I both know that you take advantage of me plenty,” he chuckled, rubbing his nose against yours.

“I do no such thing!” You argued, pouting up at him. He huffed a laugh before placing a brief kiss against your lips.

“Sure you don’t,” he responded, the grin never leaving his face. “So what would you call the other day when I was working hard on your brother’s ranch and you practically tackled me in the barn to-”

“Jacob Seresin, don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you scowled. His grin grew impossibly larger as he squeezed you tighter against him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, green eyes growing soft as they took you in. One of his hands ran up your side and stopped to cup your cheek, thumb running gently over the skin there. You basked in the attention he showed you, eyes fluttering shut as you took the time to absorb the moment.

“Jake?”

“Yes, honey girl?”

“Hurry up and propose to me,” you stated, eyes opening to find his soft expression mix with one of utter amusement.

“Can’t rush these things, darlin’,” he said, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Want it to be perfect for you.”

You let out a sigh, pursing your lips in impatience. Jake chuckled at your put out expression, pulling away just enough to direct you towards the way home.

“All in good time, honey girl,” he rasped, squeezing your hip. “All in good time.”

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[kindersurprisebacterium]

Unintentional (Ghost/Soap/Reader)

CW: Threesome, Accidental Vouyerism, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Sex

Gender Neutral AFAB Reader

WC: 2.3k

Soft creaking echoed down the hallway. I walked on the balls of my feet, making sure. Not to wake any of my superiors. Despite it being past five, I still couldn’t sleep. After hours of tossing and turning, I got up. A hot cup of tea sounded good right about now. 

I turned the corner down another corridor, walking past the dormitory—door after door after door. The creaking grew louder. My eyes flicked to each door, searching for where the noise came from. 

My feet stilled as I walked past McTavish’s room. Just barely visible in the moonlight we’re two bare figures. My eyes adjusted to the low lighting and scanned across the room. From the corner of the door, I could see a nude Mctavish thrusting his hips into someone I couldn’t discern. My breath hitched as it donned upon me. I’d caught my superior with someone. Just then, a pair of brown eyes caught mine. With a small, broken puff of air, I broke out into a sprint down the hallway. 

My cheeks were burning as I stepped inside the kitchen. At this point, tea was no longer on my mind. I leaned against the counter, replaying what I’d seen. It was definitely McTavish…but the other figure confused me. Muscular thighs, pale skin, and a set of brown eyes that seemed familiar. 

The door was shut when I walked back down the hallway, cup in hand. I couldn’t help but grit my teeth, bracing for a scolding during the next training session. 

The next morning, I was in the gym before anyone else. Music blared through my earbuds as I squatted, barbell resting on my shoulders. I could feel the heat emanating from someone behind me. On either side of me were hands, hovering, waiting to see if I failed. I mumbled a quick “thank you” before starting my first rep. I inhaled, holding my breath before squatting. I glanced at the mirror to my side. Behind me was McTavish, donning a pair of gray sweats. I sputtered, letting go of my breath. I stumbled forward, pushing the bar off of my shoulders. With a grunt, McTavish caught the weights. 

I stood, running my fingers across my sore quads. McTavish re-racked the bar, watching as I stepped away. 

“You doin’ okay?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I think I just need a shower,” I replied. 

Without another word, I stepped away, swiftly walking toward the locker room. I stood under the hot water rubbing my face as if my fingers would work away the thoughts swirling through my head. He was being casual. Too casual. And closer than he’d ever been before. I ran my fingers through my scalp, quelling the bubbling thoughts. 

I took a drag from the cigarette between my lips. I closed my eyes as I let the smoke wash over my tongue. My lips buzzed, a feeling that ran through my fingertips, and one that was welcome after a day like today. 

“Mind if I bum one off of you?” 

He wore his usual balaclava, even in the summer heat. I nodded and shoved my fingers into my pockets, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. I held the carton out for him. He pushed his mask over his lips and perched the cigarette between his teeth. I held out my lighter for him. Instead of taking it in his hand, he leaned in close, waiting for me to strike the light. I could feel my heart jump as I flicked my thumb over the lighter. The end of his cigarette soon sparked to life with a faint orange glow. 

I slid the lighter back into my pocket and watched as smoke poured from his lips. I looked away, tilting my head back against the brick wall. With a soft thud from his boots, he turned and walked away.

That night was another sleepless one. The hours ticked by. 2 AM, 4 AM, and by 5 my feet were meeting the tile floor. I threw on a hoodie and padded out of the room, looking down either end of the hallway to make sure I wasn’t being followed. 

I knew it was risky to walk by that room again. Knew it was risky to even be out of my dorm, but I needed to do something besides toss and turn endlessly. I pulled my hood over my head as I turned down the hall. Looking forward, I glanced at McTavish's door. Tonight it was closed. With a sigh of relief, I picked up my speed. 

As I passed by the door I was jolted by the sound of it opening. A hand gripped my wrist and quickly pulled me into the room. With a slam, the door closed behind me. 

I grunted as my back thudded against the door. In front of me was Lieutenant Riley, donning his balaclava. I clenched my teeth and looked away. A flash of blonde hair caught my eye. He flung the mask off of his face and dropped. A flash of heat rose to my cheeks. Simon stepped forward, roughly grabbing me by my sweatshirt. His lips crashed against mine. He was warm, and his lips tasted of smoke and salt. 

Hands snaked underneath my hoodie and across my bare stomach. Johnny stood at my side, blue eyes flicking up and down my face.

“You didn’t wear anything under this? You really are a slag.” He chuckled as he pulled the fabric from my body. I stood still, acutely aware of my bare body and the eyes that were on it. Riley slipped his fingers into the band of my underwear, tugging me back toward the bed. Johnny guided my hips with his hands, pushing me to lie on my stomach. Simon sat beside me, watching as Johnny slipped down my underwear. 

Simon reached out, gently stroking my cheek. I twitched as I felt Johnny's hot breath fan over my ass. He pushed my knees apart with his hands. I gripped the duvet, furrowing my brows in worry. 

“You okay?” Simon asked. Johnny quickly pulled his hands away from me, peering up at me. 

“Just nervous…” I mumbled. 

“Do you want us to stop?” Johnny asked, placing a hand on my back. 

“No-” I interjected. “I’m sorry I just-” I paused, thinking of what to say. The two men looked at each other, and back at me. 

“Come here,” Simon motioned as he moved to sit against the headboard. I crawled on my knees toward him. He swirled his finger around, signaling for me to turn around. I did as he asked, turning so my back faced him. He wrapped his arms around my chest, pulling me into him. He pressed gentle kisses to my cheek and jaw, fingers gently stroking my stomach. The mattress dipped as Johnny moved to kneel before me. He skimmed his hands up my calves, and down, watching my reaction. His palms moved to my knees, gently parting my legs. 

“Can I eat you out?” Johnny asked, pressing his lips to my inner thigh. My cheeks felt warm, head spinning as the vulgarity of his words set in. I nodded. He gently parted my legs further and settled between them. His beard scratched against my thighs as he pressed kisses along my skin. 

“Little wider,” Simon spoke softly into my ear. I followed his words, spreading my legs wider for the man in front of me. 

“What a sight, huh Simon?” Johnny said with a grin as he leaned in, licking a thick stripe up my cunt. I whined, throwing my head back against Simon's shoulder. My legs clenched around Johnny's head. Simon quickly grabbed my knees and held my legs apart. 

“Don’t want to suffocate him, do we?” The blonde said with a laugh. 

Johnny dived back in, flicking his tongue against my clit. Bright blue eyes met me. I watched as the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk. He pressed a kiss to my thigh with his soaked lips. My breath hitched as I felt the tips of his fingers circling my hole. With his other hand, he was circling my clit, watching as my cunt clenched around his fingertips.

“You’re so tense, relax.” The Scot spoke softly. Simon kissed along my jawline, mumbling soft praises against my skin. I inhaled, closing my eyes. As I let my breath go, I felt my body sink into Johnny's hands, focusing on the way his fingers slowly worked me open. The noises I held in my chest slipped past my lips, curses, praises, and the names of the two men. 

“Let it out,” Simon muttered against my neck. His fingers worked at the knots in my hips, digging into my sore muscles. 

Johnny brought his lips back to my cunt, wrapping them around my clit and sucking, coaxing me closer to my orgasm with his fingers. My breath came out in short bursts as the stimulation wracked my body. My stomach clenched, toes curling as I teetered on the edge of orgasm. Johnny watched my face, savoring every grimace and noise I made. He pulled off with a soft pop and flicked his tongue against my clit. With a sob, muffled by Simon's hand, I came. My thighs quivered, closing in on Johnny's head. The brunette groaned against my cunt as he rocked me through my orgasm, thrusting his fingers in and out of me. 

Simon grabbed my chin, gently tilting my head toward him. My unfocused eyes glanced at him, lips still parted. Johnny slipped his fingers out of me and leaned forward, pressing kisses to my cheek. I turned my head, meeting his lips with my own. I could taste myself on his tongue. I parted my lips, making way for him to slip his tongue into my mouth. I moaned against his lips as our tongues swirled together. Johnny pulled back. His blue eyes flicked over my face. I watched as he leaned behind me, crashing his lips against Simons. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of Johnny's sweats, gently toying with the fabric. He pulled back to look at me with a smirk on his face. 

“You want to keep going?” Johnny asked.

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“Get the lube,” Simon told Johnny. The mattress creaked as the Scot quickly stood up. I shifted onto my knees and turned around to face Simon. I watched as he began pushing his sweats down his hips. His stomach flexed as he lifted his hips. I pulled the material from his legs, eyes focused on his cock. He was thick, flushed, and leaking. He slid a pillow underneath his hips and held his hand out for me. I laced my fingers with him and straddled his waist, lowering my hips onto his thighs. Johnny handed the bottle over to Simon. He took it and flipped open the cap.  

I stroked Simon's cock, spreading the lube over his skin. He groaned, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He gripped my hips tight, gently lifting me. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and guided him to my cunt. My brows furrowed as I slowly sunk onto his length. I cursed, taking inch after inch of his cock until he bottomed out. Simon held me tight against his hips. My chest heaved as I panted. Sweat beaded down my chest. I felt undeniably full, almost painfully full. 

Simon brushed his thumb against my clit, rubbing small circles as he waited, glancing behind me. Johnny moaned as he slid inside of Simon. 

“Oh, fuck-” Simon sputtered.

“Takin’ us both so well, Si,” Johnny cooed, placing his hands on my hips. He guided my hips up, and then down, matching the rhythm of his hips as he shallowly thrusted into Simon. 

“Tha’s it, bein’ so good,” Johnny muttered against my ear. His hands traveled across my chest, fingers tweaking my nipples. I moaned, leaning forward. I planted my hands on Simon’s chest and fucked myself back on his cock. The mattress squealed underneath the three of us. 

“Oh fuck- feel so good-“ Simon blurted out. His nails dig into my thighs. Pink crescent-shaped marks sprung up on my skin. I moaned his name. 

My vision blurred as I grazed another orgasm. Johnny gripped my hips, pulling me back onto Simon's cock with force. I whined as he landed a smack on my ass. He whispered praises into my ear and soothed over my skin with his palm. Simon brought his attention back to my clit, rubbing quick circles against my skin. My movements grew sloppy, knees aching as I reached my peak. I squeezed my eyes shut and rode out my high with slow, uneven moves. Warmth flooded my core. I looked down at Simon. A deep blush settled over his pale cheeks. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, chest heaving as his breath came out in short, arrhythmic huffs. 

“Fuckin’ squeezing me,” Johnny groaned as he came. The Scots grip on me tightened to a bruising strength. The skin of my thighs was surely marred by the two men. 

Simon shuddered as Johnny pulled out. I groaned as the brunette gently guided my hips up. Simon slipped out of me. I rolled onto my side, fingers tracing over scars on the blonde's chest. The sheets rustled as Johnny tugged at them, dragging the covers over all three of our sweaty bodies. Johnny was tucked under Simon’s other arm, a look of bliss and content on his face. 

I reached out, grabbing the brunette's wrist. 

“Thank you for making me feel so comfortable,” I spoke up.

Johnny smiled, bringing my hand to his lips. A flash of heat rose to my cheeks as he pressed a kiss to my hand. 

“S’common decency,” Simon grunted.

“I will say, I didn’t take you for a bottom,” I said to the Brit. Johnny broke into laughter, cupping his hand over his mouth to quell the noise. A loud pounding on the door drew our attention. I shot a glance at Johnny, and then Simon. 

“Guess we were too loud then, huh?” Johnny shrugged.

[writingsofwesteros]

Hey!! I'm loving your kinktober propts so far! May I please make a request for one? With that small Dragons of Dorne AU we made up? With Aegon x Aemond x Milf!Martell!Princess (I've been calling her Alanna)? Maybe with double vag penetration... and some good ol' lactation kink... 🤤🥵

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Always so hungry….” Alanna purred into her dragon’s ear; amusement dripping in her tone as well as the soft pleasure coming her way. Aemond had no words to reply as he only hummed; his hot mouth capturing her soft, ample breast. A soft chuckle escaped her before her sun kissed body rested back on the orange silks of her sheets.

Her body hummed with pleasure as the soft mouth of another dragon Prince was between her thighs. “Good boy.” Her praises fell from her lips with ease and she knew they would rile the boys up. They were wrapped so prettily around her finger, Alanna thought to herself. Oh, and how good it felt. Her stomach was already tightening in pleasure.

Her delicate, ringed fingers reached for Aemond’s soft, silky hair and brought him impossibly closer. Her sweet, sensitive nipples being attacked by his hunger as the Princess whines so prettily. It did not help that Aegon’s experienced tongue was lapping away at her flooding wetness. Her stunning, bare body arching in pleasure as she begins to ride his face.

“Gods, oh fuck.” Alanna was not one to hide her sounds of pleasure or the praises her dragons so desperately needed. “So good to me..” The words were falling from her once more as those dark eyes of hers rolled back. Her slender legs wrapped around Aegon as he only feasted more with hunger; those bright eyes of his looking up to his Goddess.

The milk was soon spilling from those heavy breasts of hers, much to Aemond’s delight. “Hmm, mine…” Aemond whispered mostly to himself as his free hand reached for her sweet breast and began to palm her. The climax ripping through her body without warning had her thrashing around like a woman possessed. 

Aegon only fucked her through her orgasm as two of his thicker fingers were soon stuffed inside her weeping, creamy pussy. Aemond’s strong hold only tightened as he too feasted upon her body. Gods, she could never escape them now, she thought to herself. And if she was honest with herself; she did not want to either.

His thumb was brushing against her sweet, sensitive clit with ease and just before her moans could fall from her; Aemond’s soft lips captured her own. His tongue pushed in without asking but Alanna soon submitted with ease to him. The wet kiss was soon becoming messy as she began to drool and suck on his tongue.

Their noses brushed together before a sharp gasp escaped Alanna. Aegon’s fat, throbbing cock was pushing inside her fluttering, welcoming pussy. Aemond only darkly chuckles in her ear as he watches her pretty face screw up in pleasure. His larger hands slowly move down her silky skin as Aegon grunts out his own enjoyment.

Aemond slowly moved away but before any words could escape her; Aegon’s greedy lips were on hers. “My love…” He purred and slowly pushed her leg up and dangled over his shoulder as Aegon only pushed deeper. Alanna’s eyes rolled back once more as he began to hotly mouth down her soft, mouth watering neck.

Aemond’s hot mouth soon returned to her leaking breasts as he hummed happily. His tongue kitten licking her sweet tasting, pebbled nipple. Gods, he was obsessed, she thought to herself but she would have him no other way. Alanna was soon distracted by the harsh thrusts; Aegon’s fat, leaking head bullying her soft spot with ease.

Her slender legs were eagerly wrapping around his body and pulling him deeper; her own stomach tightening once more in anticipation as her whole body hummed. She could hear her heart racing in her ears as she whined so prettily against Aegon. His pride was rushing through him as Aegon darkly chuckled.

Her eyes were rolling back as those ringed hands of Alanna’s reached for the silk sheets to grab onto. Alanna did not notice Aemond slowly leaning away as her body jolted with each touch of Aegon’s slender fingers brushing against her creamy pussy. “Oh..oh my…” Her soft voice began to echo around her chambers.

A sharp gasp escaped her and those big, brown eyes of hers flashed open. The feel of another thick cock brushing over her sensitive clit had her mind softening for a moment. Aemond’s familiar, deep chuckles sounded out. “Shh, so good to us, hmm?” Aegon purred as his hands slowly moved over her body and gently stroked her.

Her hand reached out for his stomach as her eyes only widened. Those soft lips of hers began to part. Alanna’s pretty face screwed up in pleasure still as Aemond began to fist his fat cock; his leaking head tapping on her clit again and again. All she could do was whine as her inner thighs were now completely soaked.

“Too big — “ Alanna whimpered out as her heart only skipped a beat at the feel of Aemond slowly beginning to push in whilst Aegon slowed his thrusts to a stop. His thumb still rubbed at her sensitive clit that had her fluttering around them both. Aegon’s hand slowly moved over her stomach; pressing on the bulge in amusement. 

Aemond’s hand slowly pushed her legs further apart as he grunted. Alanna’s warmth completely engulfed him. Allana could only gasp out; those big eyes of hers watering in pleasure as her head fell back onto the pillow. “Good girl…” Aegon chuckled whilst their pretty Princess was whimpering in pleasure before finding the courage to watch.

A foamy ring of cream had already formed around Aegon’s fat length as he slowly moved his hips now. “Fuck, so tight.” Aemond growled as inch by inch he was bottoming. Alanna could hardly breath as her body arched from the sheets. “Oh..oh gods…” Her cries of pleasure were only becoming louder now as the pleasure became more intense. 

Aegon rubbed her sweet, sensitive clit faster as the boys chuckled at the sight of her losing control. Oh, it was an addictive sight, they thought to themselves as Alanna began to squirt. Aemond’s fat cock nearly fell from her before he pushed deeper. He groaned and his own hands reached for the sheets now as he leaned closer.

His lips were soon passionately capturing Alanna’s own as he began to nibble on her soft, plump bottom lip. His tongue eagerly pushed in as her eyes rolled once more. She was babbling absolute nonsense now. Aegon’s hand came down on her arse and caused her sweet, creamy pussy to clamp down on their cocks.

Aegon only chuckled and repeated the action again and again whilst another release was quickly building inside her. “Ahh-I…” Alanna was so close to passing out; it was all becoming too much as the pleasure overwhelmed her. “Fuck!” Aegon groaned; having been in her warmth the longest it was all too much for him also.

His cum was soon flooding her with ease as he pushed his fat cock deep, plugging her up but Aemond’s thrusts had it leaking down. Aegon groaned as he stayed inside her before leaning in and capturing her heavy breast in his hot mouth. Aemond’s body was slapping against hers as his eagerness overtook him with a passion.

Aegon bit into her soft skin and had Alanna crying out; her orgasm easily ripping through her. Aemond grunted in her ear before his slender fingers were soon roughly rubbing against her clit. Her toes curled as he pushed deep and she cried out at the feel of her spongy, weak spot being hit. It did not help that her milk moving into Aegon’s mouth only had him harder and his hips were soon rocking. 

There was no end in sight.

[abbyromanoff]

hii can i request the first time that g!p Kate gets rough with r please? ty<3

Daddy

Pairings: Kate Bishop x reader

Word count: 1083

Warnings: daddy kink, Kate has a dick, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praising, degrading

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Are you sure?” Kate asked unsurely, worry filling her body. This wasn’t the first time you two would be having sex, but she still didn’t want to harm you in any way.

You nodded, grabbing her hand as you interlock your fingers, “I’m sure Kate.” That was all the permission she needed. Her length prodded at your entrance, the condom preventing her from feeling you completely. You’d always beg her to take you without one, to let go for one time. But she’d always deny it, she was too worried about getting you pregnant.

Hearing your whines made her panic, thinking she hurt you. “You okay? Did I hurt you?” Before she could pull out of you, you wrapped your legs around her waist to keep her stilled inside of you. You could see her eyeing your breasts like prey, but she didn’t do anything. Taking matters into your own hands, you took her hand and rested them on your tits, giving her permission to touch you.

“Go ahead, Katey, you can touch me.” She complied, a small smile growing on her face. Your nipple was rolled between her fingers, the other being placed in her mouth. Your palm came to rest upon her head, gathering her black locks and scratching lightly. Seeing your calmed face she started to thrust ever so slowly, making you buck your hips and chase her cock. She chuckled at your reaction and continued her ministration on your breasts. Her other hand trailed down your body and made its way to your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves. Your moans spewed her on, she progressively picked up her small pace until you could hear light skin slapping across the room.

“Daddy..” You whimpered out, fingernails digging into her back. Hearing the title you gave her flicked a switch inside of her, she just wanted to use and destroy you until you passed out.

“Say that again.” Your eyes fluttered open as you stared at her face, mouth creating a small circle and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Daddy?” She groaned, slapping the side of your thigh as you twitched beneath her. She laughed at your shocked face and repeated what she had said just moments ago.

“Again!” Slap.

“Daddy!”

“Again!” Slap.

“Daddy!” She had a cocky grin covering her face, oh how she loved the nickname. Her cock slid in and out of you at an inhuman pace, her arms resting on your shoulder blades as she moved to hit a deeper spot inside of your weeping cunt. The bed frame hit the walls, creating a loud creaking and banging sound. You wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbors came to complain the next day.

“You like that? Tell me, sweetheart, tell me you’re my desperate little whore. Only mine.” These words have never left her mouth, it was always a sweet nickname like ‘my love’ or ‘baby’. But you loved it. You’ve mentioned kinks before, but she’s always been too nervous to try anything. And now, she was treating you like a rag doll, you adored it.

“I’m your desperate little whore, daddy! Only yours!” She nodded along with you, burying her face in your neck.

“That’s it, all for your daddy.” You shook under her, the coil in your stomach being close to snapping.

“Kate-” Another spank was delivered to your reddish skin.

“That’s not my name.”

“Daddy, I need to cum.” She shook her head, slowing down her hips as you whined.

“No! Please, I need it so bad.”

“Work for it, baby.” In a blink of an eye, you were thrown off of her before she placed you back onto her, now sitting up. You placed your arms around her neck and sunk onto her covered length, your mouth falling open as she filled you up once again. Her lips collided with yours, taking advantage of your pleasure-filled face. Her tongue entered your mouth as you rode her, chasing the high that you hoped she wouldn’t reject. Her hands lay upon your hips, guiding you on top of her. She didn’t let you slow down, your inner thighs continuously hit her legs.

“Mm, riding daddy so good, baby. You’re such a good girl for me.” Your noises grew louder, your head shaking up and down as you agreed with her. That wasn’t good enough for her, she wanted words.

“You’re my good girl, right?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m your good girl, daddy.” You paused, swallowing back a moan. “Can I cum? Please?” She pondered for a moment, you stared at her with a pleading, desperate look.

“Beg for it, princess, beg like the little slut you are.”

“Please daddy, please let me cum! I’ll be your good girl, I’ll do anything- just, please?” It wasn't enough for her, but she gave in. Her release was nearing as she watched you come undone, your face marked with satisfaction.

“That’s it, cum around my cock.” She filled up her condom with her seed, connecting her lips with you once more. You moaned into her mouth, her hands traveling to tug your hair. You grasped her biceps in your hands, feeling the strong muscle clench as her body tightened.

“It’s okay, doll, I’ve got you. I’m right here.” You slowly came down, Kate rubbing gentle circles on your sides to help soothe you.

“You all right? I didn’t go too hard on you?” You shook your head back and forth, resting it on her forehead as you gave her small pecks. She giggled, standing up as your legs went around her hips. She was still buried deep inside of you, every step she made had a whimper leaving your mouth.

“Keep making those noises and I’ll have you bent over this counter, baby.” You were placed on the cold marble, making you shiver and goosebumps erupt over your body. She rubbed your arms up and down before grabbing a cloth to clean you up. You whimpered, the wet rag making contact with your cunt causing you to twitch.

“‘M sorry, baby. Just- stay still for me, all right? Can you do that for me?” Before you knew it, you were done. Kate carried you into your shared bed and laid you down, covering you in her clothes that were a few sizes too big for you. It was crazy how she could go from being so rough, to so soft in just an instant. The two of you cuddled close to one other.

“So, daddy?”

“Oh shut it!”