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stickman walter for you!!
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Caspian is going to be feeling that for the next few days...won't someone please feed that poor Woozel Worm on the Tree? He's starving....
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Jade. But if the comfort is gonna be with a different character at the end I'd want Lilia at the end and Jade with the angst part of that's possible đ„ș
(Ngl I wasn't even requesting I was just telling you, but if you wanna write it go ahead)
NOO RGE LILIA ANGST IS THE CORE HEARTOF TGE FIC !!!!!!! BESTIE I NEED IT YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME!!! I ALREADY CREATED THE WHOLE FOUNDATION OKAY IT'S MAGNIFICENT LIKE CHEF'S KISS LEVEL đ©âđłđ
#âïž cloudy#lilypad sillyposts#Writing alsksljdkd#Please understand that#The Lilia angst. I'M FEEDING IT TO YOU YOU HUNGRY GREMLIN#I'm glad Jade's yr other fav because I like him a lot too so he's a bit more easier to write unlike *cough cough*#LILIA VANROUGE đș#:3
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*guy who hasn't eaten lunch voice* been really into the idea of picking a direction and running as fast as I can in a straight line until I collapse and die
#I think grumpy hungry treasure hunt Ed ghost wrote this post actually PFFFF#HE WAS SO GROUCHY LIKE PLEASE#HELP HIM#FEED HIM!!!#Edward Teach#Stede Bonnet#Lucius Spriggs#OFMD
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I have so many fanfiction drafts. I need to post them. Itâs not my fault I canât work on them. The Ever-Hungry Critter that I live with is too needy and distracting.
#please help#please#please feed him heâs so hungry#help me#god please help me#fanfiction#fanfic#fanfic writing#drafts#too many ideas#ahsbwnen#keyboard smash
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Update: North Gaza Women's Project!
Mahmoud Abu Salama is doing an amazing thing in North Gaza! He is starting a project to help Deaf Palestinian women use their pastry making skills while also distributing food to families in need. This is helping both the women make a bit of a living and feed the hungry in the North.
By donating, weâre helping Mahmoud hire more women who take pride in helping both themselves and their communities! So please feel free to donate if you have a few dollars to spare, or spread the link if you're unable! Any little bit helps!
HelpGazaChildren Notion Site || #helpgazachildren tag
GoFundMe Link
[Quick ID: Video of Mahmoud Abu Salama speaking to the camera with women sitting on the floor behind him as they put together packages of pastries. We then get a closeup of the women who sign to the camera.]
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yandere! elf x reader
Character belonging to @meo-eiru
(I hope I did him justice)
You are quite fed up with your stupid captor coddling you like a "mother" and then coaxing you to swallow his cum. While you have tried to correct his thinking, talking just didn't cut it. You had to take action now.
"Sit down." You speak to Silas as soon as he comes into the home, tone authoritative. He gives you a large smile, ears flushing- since when have you ever greeted him so cutely!? He happily chirps his assent and sets down a basket of various berries and herbs to sit with you on his couch.
"How are you? Are you hungry? Are you thirsty-"
"Do you remember what I have told you about mothers?" You interrupt him and take a sip from your mug, which contains a latte thankfully absent of his cum.
Silas claps and then finally picking up on your tone, decides to lower his hands and voice to sound serious. "Yes! You said mothers care for their children so they grow into adults and then let them go to support them from afar. And you said that mothers don't....uhm..." It was a genuine mental block, Silas didn't like or understand what you told him about his un-motherly behavior so he forgot it entirely.
As you silently scrutinize him, Silas begins to tear up. "I-I'm sorry I forgot-- I was listening I promise but I just can't- it's so hard." He blubbers and then wails, tears spilling over his cheeks. Months ago you would have thought it was over-dramatic acting trying to gain your sympathy. Ah, such a sweet thought. But no, this elf couldn't help but cry over the idea of disappointing you- or worse, not giving you his full undivided attention.
"That's ok, Silas." His waterworks stop when you softly use his name, a rare treat. "I know, it's complicated for you. So we are going to try something different today, I am going to show you everything that a mother cannot do." You set down your mug.
"Ok! Please show me!" He readily agrees, fired up despite his cheeks still being wet.
"Show you, what mothers never do." You emphasize and crawl into his lap, gently pushing him down on his couch.
He tilts his head in confusion, "Mothers don't do this?"
"They do not." You assert and press your lips to his. You start off the kiss with searing heat, all tongue and teeth. You slurp his own tongue into your mouth and nibble it- he squeaks and jerks but your hands hold his face still. Through the thin gossamer fabric of his clothes you feel his cock begin to harden. Quick to seize the opportunity, you grind down harshly on him, using the rough material of your own pants and the rolling of your hips to push his dick down as it struggles to stand.
Silas is beside himself, his hands have naturally come to rest on your hips and cannot decide if they should push or pull you. His hips have a mind of their own, bouncing up against you as you cruelly keep his now fully-hard member between his thighs. He is seeking friction and relief now, different from the controlled release of his 'feedings'. The noises that come from his mouth are high in pitch and frequent, he slips out 'please's in between your bites. Only after you are satisfied he will remain under you do you pull your mouth away from his.
"Who can do this to someone else, Silas?" You demand coolly. He squirms under you and your hips still. Coming down from the feelings of surprise, Silas thinks hard about his answer.
"M....Mothers?" His hesitant answer is progress.
You briefly lift your hips just so his cock can raise against the back of your ass and then you sit back down- hard. Silas throws his head back and yelps, his thighs trembling.
"No." Comes your rigid response. Silas is crying and squirming, likely without realizing he is doing so. He doesn't give you a response, only moans and sniffles. You grip his face until he looks at you.
"Silas, this is what a lover would do." You lift and roll your hips so his dick can finally stand up, and you place yourself behind it so it sits between your crotch and his stomach. You grind on him without build-up, setting a rough and hard pace. To keep your balance you place your hands on his chest and pinch his nipples hard enough you know it hurts.
He is practically possessed under you, letting out the deepest sounds you had heard from him as they become unlocked from his chest. He fully grinds his hips against yours, holds your ass tightly. Typically he touches himself lightly, as if unsure why he is doing it. The wetness he feels from between your legs, restricted by your clothing. The warmth, angry painful warmth, from his cockhead against his own stomach and the trail of thick cum that has begun sliding down his stomach from all of his bucking. Dimly, Slias is aware of how small you are compared to him, not small like a child anymore. Small in a different way, still exciting but new. Would his throbbing piece fit inside of you? Would you even let him? Small as you are, clearly you are an experienced and controlled adult. For the first time since he found you, you finally hold power over him. Now he wants to relinquish all of his power, trust it in the hands of someone who can make him feel so good, so used, so...in the back of his mind Silas remembers a term he read in human erotica, "sexy".
"Lovers milk cocks, lovers pin each other down, lovers touch these parts. Only lovers, no one else is allowed." He wonders how he could have ever thought your voice was innocent. Just hearing you made his ears tickle and his balls tighten. Would you say his name in that husky tone? Would you say his name the way he is chanting yours, mouth thick with drool and tongue too abused to enunciate?
He is choking under you, at this point you can't tell if he is processing your words or not. Finally without warning he snaps, his orgasm zaps through him with a ruthlessness that he hasn't experienced before. His cum coats your pants and his stomach, his cock twitches under you. He moans softly, erotically, as he comes down from his high. On your ass his fingers are twitching, weak from the strongest orgasm of his life but desperate to continue holding you. You pull away anyway, deciding that your work is done. You could now change into clean clothes and hopefully be done with this strange misguided pseudo-incest coming from the biggest bimbo of his species. No more waking up to hear "A good mother always feeds her children!" and receiving a cumshot to the face. You briefly clean the cum off of your own skin and slip into decidedly more comfortable clothes, finding Silas where you left him.
You are tempted to leave him on the couch, shuddering in his afterglow. But your sympathy wins out, you quickly clean him off with a rag (and ignore the way he starts loudly moaning as you touch him), throw a blanket onto him, and place a cup of water by his head.
"Rest for a bit. Once you can walk, clean yourself up. I'm going to make dinner." You turn to go to the kitchen but Silas catches your wrist.
Patiently, you look at him and wait for him to speak. But nothing comes out, the elf stares at his hand holding onto you, mesmerized by your fragility. Something so dainty he could easily break it- this used to terrify him. But now he can only think of ways to restrain you, or to be touched by you.
"Ok, let go. We need food." You sigh and pull your hand back but his grip tightens.
"I am not your mother."
Your face lights up, thank god! He caught on way faster than you thought he would! You should have done this ages ago! Of course some backwards pervert elf would respond to backwards pervert reasoning.
"Yes! Perfect!" In your excitement you are patting his massive shoulder and grinning, "You got it. I am an adult, not a child. You are not my mother, and I don't need a mother. So no more feedings-"
With a speed you didn't know he had, Silas pulled you against his chest. You groan with frustration.
"Fuck! Not this again! I'm not going to suck your tits, your mammary glands don't produce milk if not pregnant-"
"Lovers..." He rasps against your ear. You still as one of his hands, suddenly so intimidatingly large, slides down your back and pushes itself into your pants. His fingers glide between your asscheeks and curiously rub at your hole. You are flinching from the contact, his arms iron cages. He raises his legs and puts them between your own, then spreads them so your hole is forcibly exposed for his fingering.
"No- this isn't what I meant. We aren't lovers, lovers are- it's different. It requires a mutual component of emotional intimacy and chemical responses from environmental circumstances-" He presses a kiss to your ear and then wiggles his tongue inside. You writhe against him until he withdraws.
"Hmm~ I don't get it." He cheerily says and his fingers begin thrusting into you. "But I am not a mother, I understand now. I'm sorry for making so many mistakes." Your clean pants are becoming drenched in your own slick. "We will only do lover things from now on. Milking, Pinning, Touching. Both of us." He whispers sappily into your ear, positively lovestruck. You are still as cute as ever, protesting against the things that make your body feel good. He understands now that you are used to giving, which is why you gave him so much pleasure. He will have to be more assertive a lover for you, to make sure that your body is milked, pinned, and touched.
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MEN who cum so much that it damn near bloats your tummy by the time heâs emptied his balls inside of you. a majority of the reason he cums so much is that he doesnât jack off often. after all, why should he when he has you around to fuck his stupidly thick cock into and pump you with rope after rope of his hot cum instead? itâs heavy, itâs thick, and itâs opaquely white with the consistency of liquid creamâlike melted vanilla ice cream. you always feel so delightfully full by the time heâs emptied himself into you. every time he pulls out of you, your hole always clenches around nothing, trying desperately to keep what you can inside, but itâs near impossible. there's just so much of it that you canât help but have it leak out of youâthick, milky, steaming globs rolling down the creases of your nethers in a disgustingly lewd fashionâone that he couldnât get enough of. thatâs fine by him, though; after all, it just gives him the excuse to go round after round, fucking his cum so deep into you that you wouldnât even dream of it dribbling out of you.
sometimes, you just have to wrap your lips around his fat balls that are practically gurgling with his virile seed, twitching in your mouth as he makes you work for your 'reward'. donât even get me started on when he fucks your throat. his cock is so big, so monstrously thick, that your jaw begins to ache within seconds of wrapping your lips around him. he has to ease you through it as his massive cock nearly suffocates you and stuffs your tiny throat full.
âyeah, thatâs it, angel.â he drawls as he languidly thrusts into your mouth, feeding you inch after inch of his heavy mass. âthatâs it, take it, sweetness. you can do it. youâre my good little cockslut, arenât you? haah, shit. you hungry for my cum? wanna feel it pumping down your throat and into your pretty tummy? yeah? oh fuck, baby. you drive me insane.â
not to mention, heâs a head pusher. he doesnât want you to spill a single drop when he finally comes undone, holding you by the back of your head against the fine hair of his pelvis and drowning you in his light, masculine scent. his taste isnât bad either. it tastes nothing like strawberries or anything, but it is oddly enjoyable in that the saltiness is just rightânot overbearing, but not so much that you want to spit it out. god forbid you waste a single drop.
âoh? looks like youâve made a mess, baby.â he says as he thumbs the creamy substance at the corner of your swollen brims to push back into your panting maw.
âdonât worry, angel. thereâs plenty more where that came from.â
kaiser michael. NAGI SEISHIRO. KUNIGAMI RENSUKE. shoei barou. itoshi sae. itoshi rin. CHIGIRI HYOMA. MIKAGE REO. SHIDOU RYUSEI. NANAMI KENTO. GETO SUGURU. kamo choso. FUSHIGURO TOJI. sukuna. GOJO SATORU. mahito. WRIOTHESLEY. zhongli. neuvillette. CHILDE. ALHAITHAM. kamisato ayato. RAGNVINDR DILUC. tighnari. scaramouche/wanderer. HEIZOU. xiao.
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The Kingâs Retribution â„ prince Aemond Targaryen
Summary: when he walks back to the Keep, Aemond finds his brotherâs wife in distress while her youngest child keeps her awake. Maybe itâs time to show the King that no one can humiliate the one-eyed prince.
Warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, rough sex, lactation kink, reader is Aegonâs wife, post B&C, s2e3 inspired, dacryphilia, Aemond feels humiliated after the brothel scene, hair pulling, doggystyle, they do it in Aegonâs roomsđ kind of a chubby/overweight reader because she has baby weight, tell me if Iâve missed something. English isnât my first language<3
Word count: 3.6k+
A/n: a very special thank you to @aemonds-holy-milk for this incredible request!!! And a very honorable mention and thank you to @arcielee for helping me with the plot and beta-ing for me! Your touch made this much hotter and better!đ©· Reblogs and comments are more than welcome<33
Aemond pushes the door to one of Maegorâs tunnels, peeking through to see if anyone is around. He scoffs when he finds the hallway empty, with no guards, no maids or handmaidens. He walks upstairs to the royal chamberâs floor, one hand pushing his hood off while the other twirls his dagger.
He is filled with such rage that he can burn this castle down without Vhagarâs help. The sting of humiliation keeps poking through his ribs, making him heave with each breath he takes. He had to keep his composure back in the brothel, he had to show his power by walking outside the room naked as the day he was born to regain some control his brother took away from him.
He walks past the rooms of his family, skipping a stair here or two as he follows the path to his chambers in silence, until he reaches his brotherâs doors, catching the sound of a soft hiccuping and muffled wailing of a child.
Aemond unsheathes the dagger as he steps closer to the unguarded door, shaking his head in disbelief at his brotherâs ignorance, especially after what happened to Jaehaerys. He opens the door slowly, not wanting to startle whoever is inside â a nursemaid or the queen.
He finds you sitting in front of the fireplace with baby Maelor crying fat tears in your arms as he tries to latch onto your exposed breasts to fill his tiny, hungry belly. Aemondâs eye wanders over your bare upper body; heavy swollen teats leaking with milk, a tired and teary expression on your face as you try to lull your son back to sleep, tending to him, caressing him, loving him.Â
He has never seen a sight more beautiful than this.
He sheathes his dagger and pushes it into his belt before knocking on your door gently so as not to scare you and his nephew. He watches you closely as you snap your head in his direction, the tension leaving your shoulders as you smile at him sadly.
âAemond,â you call him, gasping when your son bites your already sore nipple with his gums, trying to latch on to it but failing. He cries harder, face twisted angrily, his chubby cheeks red and puffy with how long heâs been searching for some comfort.
âPlease, please donât â mommy is trying,â you cry with him softly, standing up to pace around the room while you rock him, shushing him and wiping his tears. You are trying your hardest to feed him properly, but every second is wasted in vain as he cries and fusses in your arms.
Aemond closes the door behind him, enraptured with the sight you madeâwatching you walk around the room, half bare and beautiful to his eager eye. He unfastens his cloak and belt that holds his daggers and sword before laying it on the nearest table, walking towards you with his hands locked behind his back.
You look like The Mother coming real, a god he should worship at your altar.
âOh, my darling boy,â you coo at Maelor, sniffing as he sobs harder, his little fists flying on your chest as he searches for your breast, mouth parted and ready to be filled with his late-night meal.
Aemond stands behind you, not too close to intrude on your personal space, especially in such a vulnerable state you are in, but to keep looking at you. His eye roams across your nude chest, your fuller stomach, and hips that carry the remaining weight of having pushed a babe into the world.
He listens to your words, remembering the sight of his brother mocking him at the brothel, while he was being cuddled and taken care of â what an ugly laugh he has, Aegon.Â
His gaze darkens as he looks at you, his queen, his brotherâs wife, his brotherâs possession, being so vulnerable in his presence with your breasts out and your child finally suckling on them. His eye finds your form once more as Aegon's words replay in his ears â âMy brother will not sample another.â He will make sure to teach his brother a very valuable lesson and serve him a good punishment.
His cock starts to swell beneath the layers of his clothing as he stares at you with a newfound passion; you have always been a lovely figure in his mind, too sweet and beautiful to be wed to his brother, and yet, now your features seem to be bolder in his eye.
He strides forward when he hears Maelor crying again, this time much softer but a cry nonetheless. You scurry to cover your breasts when you feel him behind you, trying to look at least a bit modest now that your child is less fussy.
âIâm sorry, Aemond, I-I forgot you came to visit,â you say in a hushed tone, waiting with bated breath for him to say something.
He looks down at his nephew over your shoulder, reaching to wipe a drop of milk from his round cheek near his mouth, his fingers brushing against your sore nipple accidentally. Both of you inhale sharply â him with the new rush of desire and you in surprise.Â
âWhat a messy eater,â he says, his eye meeting yours as he brings his wet finger to his mouth, licking the remaining of your milk off while he keeps eye contact with you, dropping his eye to your lips as soon as they part in surprise before he meets your eyes again â they look darker, cloudier, more lustful. Your lashes flutter, and your rosy lips let out a shaky breath as you keep your gaze on his pink tongue licking his finger.
âIt runs in the family Iâm afraid,â you reply, averting your eyes from him, pressing a kiss on top of your sonâs head as you bounce him, trying to hide your embarrassment.
Despite how crude your husband is, heâs never been one for making you flustered by such a simple gesture, and yet, his brother seems to be the complete opposite; bold, daring, and heâs surely taking whatever he wants.
âMay I?â Aemond asks, standing in front of you with extended arms, reaching to take Maelor in his embrace. You gently pass him over, and as soon as your arms are free you bring them to your chest to cover your breasts.
âI-I need toâwould you mind holding him for a moment?â You pull the front of your shift up as you ask him, and he canât help his gaze not fall back on your chest but looks upward to your eyes quickly before you catch him and nod.
He hugs Maelor close, resting his little head on his shoulder as he walks towards his crib, glancing at you walking past the privacy screen. Aemond shushes his nephew, rocking him gently while he hums a tune his mother used to sing for him to lull him to sleep. It seems his efforts have worked when Maelor grows quiet, tinted cheeks stained with tears and fingers fisted tightly. Aemond lies him down slowly, brushing a finger over the few strands of his nephewâs silver hair before his attention is turned to you walking towards him with a warm towel over your chest.
âHe has been restless as of late,â you sigh, leaning down to brush a kiss on your sonâs forehead, standing on Aemondâs good side, âas have I, as everyone in the Keep. It seems he feels the loss of his brother.â
âWe are all shaken by the loss of Jaehaerys,â he replies, his good eye looking up at your face, taking in every up and down of your face.
âYeah,â you smile at him, ducking your head as soon as the tears gather in your eyes, âyeahâŠâ
He takes a step closer, reaching to wipe the tear that fell from your eye, cupping your cheek in his large hand, âWhat ails you, my queen?â
âI justâŠâ words die in your throat as he rubs soothing circles on your cheek, tracing the shape of your cheekbone with his thumb. âIâve been feeling so unloved.â Your voice comes out a fragile whisper.
âWhy is that, my queen?â He asks, swallowing harshly at the thought of his fool of a brother being neglectful to you. Heâs been given the most beautiful maiden in the realm as his wife, so dutiful and sweet, but taken for granted because Aegon canât simply keep his cock in his breeches for so long.
âDid you happen to see him when you were out?â You ignore his question, looking up at him from beneath your wet lashes that frame your eyes so perfectly.
He nods, his strong hold on your face never faltering, if anything heâs now more determined to punish Aegon, to take something he has been given on a silver plate but failed to care for. His touch is warm and welcoming, it grounds you to this moment of brief recognition of your feelings. Aemond seems to understand it, willing to give more, but his main purpose of this visit is to hurt Aegon the way he has hurt him.
âWas heââ a sob is stuck in your throat as you try to utter the words, âin the b-brothel?â
Aemond looks down at his muddy boots, recalling how his brother saw him, how he laughed and undermined him in front of his friends. Aemond forgets about your question for a second, pressing his lips into a thin line and gritting his teeth before he looks back up at you, not before looking one last time at your chest, watching your milk soak through the fabric.
âI-I apologize, maybe itâs best if you leaveââ You move away from him, making his hand fall from your face as you try to put back the little dignity you have left before you embarrass yourself more in front of him.
Something shifts inside him as you hide yourself from him, putting more distance between as you move toward the bed. His brother was right; he has not sampled another and has always sought out the Madame, but maybe it ought to change, maybe the fire of his brotherâs cruelty might quell if he takes his most precious possession from him.
âAllow me to help you, my queen,â he walks toward you slowly, his eye seizing you up, taking in the sight of your curls around your shoulders, your skin glowing under the orange hues of the candles.
You turn around, watching him take long steps until heâs standing in front of you. He raises his hand, brushing his knuckles on your collarbones, his eyes dropping down to your cleavage. You exhale shakily, whether it is in requited desire or surprise, he does not know, but you do not push him away, just a weak protest that âwe should not do this, I am your brotherâs wife.â
âMy brother is a fool who demeans others to feel powerful, and he has done this to us both,â he dips his down on your neck, his hot breath fanning on your ear, âlet me show you what you have been deprived of.â
âYou wish to help me just to teach your king a lesson?â your voice comes out with a slight tremble as you reach to brush your fingers through his silky hair. âIs that truly why you want me?â
âI despise when Aegon takes what is his for granted,â he says, âHe is a fucking twat who takes for granted the treasures he has been given: the throne, the crown, you. And he humiliates you, his queen, by stepping inside that sinful place," he mumbles against your skin, tracing his lips over your neck while his nose nudges your cheek.Â
âWhat do you want to do?â you whine when he bites your earlobe; you cling to his shoulders.
âI wish to fuck you like a hound,â he groans into your ear, his hands coming to grip your full hips.
âWe will experience his wrath, Aemond,â you try to protest, but with how focused he is on marking your skin, you cannot help but melt in his arms.
âHe is the king, Iâm a kinslayer,â he hovers his mouth over yours. âI will kill him too if he dares to subject you to his anger.â
âWe must be quiet-mhmââ he cuts you off, smashing his lips to yours, swallowing your protest. His hands move to your waist, gripping and caressing wherever he can reach, his tongue meeting yours in a soft battle of dominance.Â
You moan into his mouth when one of his fingers traces a line from your hip up to your breast, squeezing the heavy flesh in his large palm. He groans against your sweet lips in delight, loving the weight of you in his hand. His thumb swipes across the wet towel before he pulls it out of your shift and drops it on the floor, leading you backward past the privacy screen to the bed.
You tangle your fingers in his soft hair, reaching to pull away the tie and letting his shiny silver hair frame his face beautifully while he kisses your breath away.
He lies you on the bed, breaking away from your lips for a second to look down at you, making room on top of you with his gaze fixed on the way your milk soaks through the fabric. He grabs the sides of your shift, ready to rip it apart before you put your hand on his, shaking your head, mumbling a hushed âwe need to be quietâ before taking off the dress yourself, lying under his heated gaze all bare except for your small clothes.
âMy brother is a fucking idiot,â he mutters before he leans down to lick a path from your neck to your heaving chest, swiping the tip of his tongue over your nipple. He hums as he tastes a few beads of your milk, but abruptly stops when you whine, looking up at you with a questioning look.
âMaelor, well, he canât latch onto his wet nurses. They are a bit s-sensitiveâ oh!â Your hand flies to your mouth when Aemond closes his lips around your bud, sucking like a babe being starved for hours, finally having his fill.
His other hand moves to your other breast, pinching, squeezing, and playing with the flesh while he gets drunk on your milk, helping the weight of discomfort vanish immediately.
Your nipple falls from his lips with a lewd âpopâ, and he moves to the other one, giving the same attention while he leaves sticky lines of your milk across your chest, sucking on your teat quickly, nearly growling at the taste.
You cannot do anything besides moaning behind your hand and arching your back, pushing your chest further into his face. You throw your head back as your hips buck into his, his bulge rubbing against your covered core.
Aegon has never done this for you, itâs always been his duty to plant his seed inside you with little to no care for you to just make an heir, and after Jaehaerys, heâs been ever more distant â no more dinners, no walks in the garden with you and the kids.
His interest weakened the more you started to show, your soft dolce features turned into one of a woman, a mother-to-be, so he sought his pleasure in the brothels to fill the void you could no longer fill. You were non-existent in his eyes, and for once, you are glad, because the other Targaryen brother seems as if heâs in heaven while he feasts upon your breasts like a deprived babe.Â
He lets go of your nipple finally, giving the fat of your breast one last kiss before he works his way up to your lips. He unlaces his pants and breeches, urging you to reach and undo his doublet, dropping it down on the pile of clothes. He breaks away to gasp for air while he grabs the back of his linen shirt and stands on his knees stark naked, his cock red, angry, and ready to burst inside you. His mouth shines with drops of your milk and spit.
He grabs the back of your thighs, spreading your legs to his hungry eye, licking his lip as his gaze falls on your soaked cunt. Aemondâs patience runs thinner than before, he moves closer to you, and his hair falls around you like a silver waterfall.
He strokes himself a few times before aligning himself with your entrance, pushing in until his cockhead is inside your warm cunt before he slams all the way into you. He muffles your scream with his own lips, hands coming to rest around your head, caging you under him as he starts thrusting.
Finally, he thinks, finally he has taken something that belonged to his brother, something so precious and fragile. You are nothing like Sylvie, you are soft and delicate, you taste deliciously sweet, and oh so responsive.Â
He relishes the way you scratch his back as he fucks you with abandon, snapping his hips into yours furiously as he lets the pent-up anger he feels pour out of him. It is the anger he had inside because of his brotherâs idiocy, the words that cut him deep like a sharp dagger.
But no more, no, it is time to take whatever belonged to Aegon. You are just a beautiful touch to it, and he would make sure his brother knows whoâs been here, on his bed, giving his wife the pleasure she has never experienced before.
âMy queen,â he shushes you, reaching down to collect a drop of your milk before reaching to smear it on your lips, licking it off them. His cock pistoning inside of you quickly, but he is mindful of the baby sleeping on the other side of the privacy screen.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, breasts bouncing with each deep thrust as you try to keep your voice at bay.
He remembers his brotherâs words once more; âdid you fuck her like a hound?â No, not with the Madame, but he will fuck the queen of the seven Kingdoms like one now.
He pulls out of you, leaving you clenching and whining at the empty feeling before he flips you over on your stomach, pulling your hips up as he spits into his hand and strokes himself before making home inside your tight cunt again, his cock reaching deeper with this position.
You fist the pillows under your hands, biting the fabric to muffle your noises, and Aemond notices that it is your husbandâs pillow you are lying on.
He chuckles lowly, one hand gripping the fat of your hip while the other runs down the curve of your spine before he fists your hair in his much larger hand, pushing your head into Aegonâs pillow even more.
âBreathe in his scent while I fuck you like a dog in heat, yes, good girl,â he groans, his limbs tingling with pleasure and anger, letting his emotions take the best of him as he picks up his pace. âYes, remember how much of a pathetic husband he is, think of how he can never give you pleasure like I can while I fuck my child inside you.â
Tears run down your face from how intense he is taking you from behind, his hips snap into your arse. Your wetness drips down on the bed sheets, but there is little you can do but take what he gives you â a blinding and mind-blowing pleasure you have never had with your husband.
Aemond reaches around your body to find your pearl, rubbing quick and steady circles on the bundle of nerves, leaning down to prep your spine with feather-like kisses, taking in your mesmerizing scent, and looking closer at your tears, taking pure satisfaction in seeing what a mess he has made out of Aegonâs wife, the realmâs queen.
You come with a sob, teeth digging into the soft cushion while your legs shake, walls clamping down against his girth, eliciting a deep throaty moan from him. He lets go of your weeping cunt and grabs your bouncing breast, squeezing the heavy flesh in his hand while his face falters, his thrusts deepen.
When his climax washes over him, itâs all white hot pleasure that rushes through his veins. He shakes atop you while his cock twitches and shoots ropes of his warm spend deep inside you, filling you to the brim. He kisses your tears, his face pushed against your cheek as he lets out broken gasps and groans.
He untangles his fingers from your hair as soon as he calms down from his high, bringing his milk-covered hand to his lips to lick it clean while he meets your eyes.
You look angelic, glowing with the aftermath of your release. The Mother came to life, he thinks.
He pulls out of you gently, minding how sensitive you must feel after the brutality he bestowed upon you. Aemond helps you under the covers, not caring to clean either of you up before he lies down next to you wrapping one arm around you while you curl next to him with your head on his chest.
He notes how quiet you are, drowsy and sleepy in the aftermath of your climax. He takes pride in how peaceful you look, and how good he must have made you feel. His good eye falls on the nightstand on his side, finding his brother â no, the Conqueror's crown â glinting under candlelight.
âI will kill him,â he whispers, âI will make sure our son sits upon that chair and holds Blackfyre. I will kill him, and no one shall ever know it was me.â
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Sub!vampire begging to eat you out on your period
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Your vampire lover always seemed to know you were on your period before you did, so when he kept glancing at you throughout the day, you knew something was up⊠especially when you noticed the tent in his pants.
âBaby, whatâs gotten into you?â
He had you pinned underneath him, panting as he rutted against your bloody cunt, your panties already discarded on the floor.
âCanât⊠f-fuck, canât stand it anymore, darlingâŠâ
You yelped as he kneeled down, kissing your thighs before resting his chin on your knee.
âPlease, my love, my heart⊠I need youâŠâ
He licked up your blood as it dribbled down your thigh, his eyes clouded with lust and hunger.
You bit your lip, playing with his soft locks. âYou⊠you can go ah-â
Before you could even finish your sentence he was shoving his face between your legs, making you gasp and write as he buried his tongue into your cunt.
The feeling of his fangs brushing against your clit was both nerve wracking and exciting, and you orgasmed within minutes.
He didnât stop though, using his fingers to pump in and out if your wet cunt, trying to keep blood flowing into his hungry lips.
He was attached to your pussy, looking up at you as his tongue moved over your swollen and puffy clit.
âSo good, my angel, my darlingâŠâ
Your lover didnât pull away from your pussy until you were begging for a break, but fingers were soon replaced with his cock, and he fucked you like a wild beast.
He had never behaved like this before, love making was always so gentle and slow, but it seemed your period had caused him to go into a feral state where the only thing on his mind was feeding and breeding.
After 3 creampies you began losing count of how much cum he was fucking into your bloody cunt, your body feeling fuzzy and warm. You didnât even notice his hands sinking into your neck until he was pulling away, your blood dribbling down his chin.
By the end of the night your belly was stuffed full of his cum and you were exhausted⊠but at least your cramps were gone.
âOh, angel⊠Iâm so, so sorryâŠâ
Your lover died of embarrassment the next morning, feeling terrible for leaving you in such terrible shape without giving you any sort of aftercare. All you could do was give him a sleepy smile, kissing his cheek.
âDonât worry⊠I loved it.â
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WELL. i mean. thereâs something to be said with how antsy grian gets as the series goes on. how he gets more and more driven by kills. how he ups the ante constantly even at the risk of him or his alliesâ safety. i just think that bloodlust is a problem for ALL of the participants but imagine that slowly growing hunger, the way his lethargy fades intoxicatingly at the feeling of his sword crunching through someone elseâs spine? like fuck yeah. itâs the best
today martyn said that (in his canon) the watchers have been purposefully trying to keep grian from being boogey and he also said that grian, as a watcher, also feeds on the fear of the players. therefore it can be concluded that by depriving grian of the boogey curse the watchers are trying to starve him and keep down his power levels in this essay i will,
#it also explains his tendency towards DramaTM#if you keep rerolling the boogey nobody can ever feel safe around anyone else#plus itâs also super interesting that the watchers canât be starved off without also starving grian#it means they canât get rid of him because he feeds them when he feeds himself#but he canât get them out because heâs too hungry and because to do so would mean death for himself#itâs a VERY VERY fun connection to me and if you base it on grian being a watcher by accident or involuntarily#like he seems to be in martynâs lore#itâs so much fun. maybe he wanted to break free of the watchers and join the game for the power#maybe he thought he could break them out if they feared him enough#or maybe he just wanted out impulsively and ended up withering away#so many directions you could go with it#this is probably incoherent bUT IF YOU MAKE SOMETHING WITH IT PLEASE TAG ME#I LOVE THE CONCEPT I WANNA SEE#grian#watching waiting#limited life
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àȘâ⎠your best friends get a hint of how sexually frustrated you are and offer their help
: ÌÌâ nsfw, smut, teasing, making out, nicknames, cheating with Tom, fingering, oral on female, p in v unprotected, nipple sucking
ă ⊠Mattheo, Tom, Theodore, Enzo, Draco, Pansy ⊠ă
Mattheo:
â„ It didnât took him long to notice somethingâs wrong. You two sit together in potions, currently making a new potion. Normally you two would laugh and banter all the time, teasing each other but you were so quiet today and didnât even look at him
â„ "Y/n, is everything alright?" he asks and puts his hand on your shoulder, drawing a little whine from you. His eyebrows knitted and he took a step back, scanning you whole. He just then noticed your flushed cheeks, flustered expression, your thighs pressed together and your bottom lip between your teeth. You were turned on.
â„ He wanted to test his theory a little and started to prepare the ingredients for the potion in front of you two. He flexed his arms a little, knowing you liked his hands because you once told him when you two were drunk. He saw your hungry gaze at his hands, making him smile to himself.
â„ "Here, chop up the root. Can you do that for me, doll?" He softly breathed against your face, coming dangerous close to you. The nickname gave you visible shiverâs, just feeding right into his ego. He had a crush on you since forever but never actually had the balls to tell you.
â„ After class was over and you guys were free he pulled you with him to his dorm. "M-mattheo what are you doing?" you wondered but followed him. He closed the door behind you and grabbed you by your hips, pushing you against the door. A gasp left your lips and you looked at him like a deer in the lights.
â„ "Care to tell me why youâre so .. on edge?" Thats when you finally let everything out. You broke up with your boyfriend and the reason was simple: He couldn't fuck. Mattheo had to hold back a laugh at your outburst of emotions. "It's not funny! It's so frustrating you can't even imagine!"
â„ "Want me to help you? You know.. like a best friend would." he offers you with a smug smirk on his face. You thought he was joking until he had you trembling and shaking under him. He hit every corner and touched every part of your skin that was untouched by your ex-boyfriend. "What are friends for huh?" he moaned when you clenched around him, your nails digging into his back when your orgasm came nearer. Let's just say, you never ever had to fear bad sex again.
Tom Riddle:
â„ You and your best friend Tom sat together in the library when no one was there anymore, thankâs to Tomâs charm and good reputation. It all started with your leg bouncing the whole time until Tom send you an annoyed glare which made you stop immediately.
â„ But it continued with your sighing. It got so distracting that at one point Tom slapped his book down onto the table so hard that you flinched. "Please tell me why youâre sighing like a hurt puppy the whole damn time."
â„ You really considered telling him but you were kind of shy when talking about things like that. On top if that Tom already hated your boyfriend and you didnât want to give him another reason to add to the list. "Nothing, just.. tired."
â„ Tired my ass was what Tom thought. He knew you were lying so he had to try a different way. It didnât took him long to get inside your head with his new found skill ' Legilimency'
â„ "He told you what?!" Tom suddenly shouts at you. "What?" you asked him confused. "He told you that when you asked him for some foreplay?" He didnât even tried to hide the fact that he read your mind. "Tom! Stop going through my head all the damn time!" "Did he seriously tell you itâs not worth the time?"
â„ He scoffs when you tell him the whole thing that happened with your boyfriend. "No wonder youâre that sexually frustrated." "Excuse me?" "Come on. All the sighing and leg bouncing the whole time? Your body needs release." He said in a monotone voice like he talked about the weather. "Well â itâs not that easy Tom." "It is. Let me help you."
â„ Since he could read your mind it made no sense to even try and deny the excitement that went through your body at his offer. He had you laying all spread out for him on the library desk in front of him. Books and notes all over the place and even floor. Your skirt got pushed up to your stomach and his fingers skillfully played with your throbbing clit.
â„ "Look at that. How could this not be worth anyoneâs time hm?" Tom muttered while sucking on your nipples, switching every minute between them while pumping his fingers in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit until you came around his digits. And that waw just the beginning of a whole night of foreplay.
Theodore Nott:
â„ Thatâs exactly how your best friend looks at you when he overhears you talking to Pansy, telling her, you havenât slept with someone in so long that you would do abything for dick now. Obviously it was a joke. But obviously Theo wouldnât be Theo If he didnât already formed a plan in his head.
â„ Teasing was the keyword. And patience. Theoâs plan was to tease you little by little over days to get a reaction out of you.
â„ First day he brushed past you every here and there with his hips pushing slightly against you and his hands on your hips. It made your whole head spin and you tried to calm down, seeing him smiling at you innocently.
â„ The second day was just as simple. The whole day he whispered into your ear, laughing, joking, asking things about the class you two were having right now. And with every whisper he brushed his lips against your ear lobe or shell, his warm breath hitting your skin and leaving goosebumps behind.
â„ On the third day he got a bit bolder. When you started bouncing your leg or fidgeting with your fingers, he would put his hand on your thigh. High. He said "Itâs to calm you down a little bit cara mia." His big hands squeezing your flesh and his fingers stroking your desperate skin.
â„ Day four you and all your friends sat in the common room on the couch by the fireplace. You sat next to Theo of course, sharing a blanket since itâs cold due the late night. At some point he had you leaning against his chest with his arms around you. While you lazily listened to Draco telling yaâll a story, Theoâs finger started to dance over your slighty exposed skin on your stomach. Your shirt mist have rosen up a little under the blanket. You sucked in a breath, trying not to melt right there in front of everyone.
â„ Day five and six were the hardest because he completely neglected you. He talked to you but never stood beside you or sat next to you in class or lunch. It drove you literally crazy. Why would he do this to you? He didnât even hug you. But you also couldnât ask him because how would that sound? 'Hey Theo why donât you touch me anymore?' No thanks.
â„ Day seven was when you actually broke. "Theo, we need to talk, please." You practically dragged him away from the rest of your friends to yourâs and Pansyâs room. "How can I help you principessa?" he asked with a smug smile on his face. "Touch me." was all you blurted out. He raised his eyebrows and looked surprised at you. "What?" "Touch me Theo, please. I - I canât concentrate anymore when youâre not near me."
â„ Well â what was supposed to be innocent touching and stroking, ended with you on your belly on your bed with Theo behind you, pounding his cock into your pussy. "Everytime from now on that you feel like this, you come to me, capito?"
Lorenzo Berkshire:
â„ You and Enzo were best friends since you could remember. You two have gone through everything together. Break-upâs, first heartbreak, fighting with parents, puberty, seeing each other naked by accident, literally everything.
â„ You two were so close that nobody even questioned it when you were cuddling under a blanket in the common room late at night while your friends talked about how unfair the quidditch game today was.
â„ "Did you use that peach-shampoo again?" he whispered into your ear when you layed down on his chest and your hair was right under his nose. You looked up at him and nodded with a smile, knowing it was his favorite. He sighs when he inhales it and wraps his arms around you, his fingers playing with the hem of your little crop top.
â„ Enzo was so concentrated at sonething Theodore told the group, that he didnât notice how he started to play with the top of her skirt, his fingers gliding under it so innocently. When you noticed you stopped breathing for a second, glanzing up at your best friend who didnât seem to notice what he was doing.
â„ At first it was okay but after ten more minutes, you felt yourself getting restless in his arms and shifted every now and then in his lap. You felt yourself get slowly turned on from his little touch. With his second hand he started to stroke your thigh mindlessly, not realizing how your cheeks started to get red and your pussy wet. You pressed your lips together.
â„ Then it happened. Your hips grinded against his lap out of the pleasure and desperation you felt. He froze immediately and stopped moving his hands and fingers. He gulped and looked down at you, your heavy eyes already looking up at him when you grinded against him again boldly.
â„ He swallowed down a moan when your ass grinded against his crotch. "What are you doing baby?" The nickname send shivers down your spine together with his raspy voice against your ear. "I think â I think I need out friendship to go to the next level." You breathed out. You saw him biting his lips when his hands startet moving again. One hand continueing massaging your thigh while the other slipped down into your underwear and went straight to your slick folds.
â„ "Shit youâre soaked." he breathed when he dipped his finger into your wet pussy, teasing your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked up and you tried to be as quiete as possible so your friends around you wouldnât notice. Right when you were about to come around his fingers, he pulled them away, your eyes going wide.
â„ You glared up at him with a desperate look in your eyes and rosy cheeks. He licked his fingers clean when no one watched and smirked down at you. "Donât worry baby, youâre gonna come around something way bigger."
Draco Malfoy:
â„ "Draco?" "Yes, y/n?" You currently were in his room at the malfoy manor due holidayâs and since his parents really liked you â good reputation and behavior, pure blood family and a lot of money â they never had a problem with you over. The complete opposite was the case. They often hoped you two would be more than best friends some day.
â„ "Can you remember when you told me you would do anything for me?" You asked him with your voice cute and hopeful. "No.. but go on." You roll your eyes at his answer but go on like he said.
â„ "Well, there is something that you could do for me that I think you would enjoy too." you said carefully. His eyebrows rose up and he looked at you curious now. "Oh yeah and what would that be, doll?" Thatâs the nickname he used on you everytime you asked him for a favor.
â„ Now or never, right? "I - I want you.. tofuckme." His eyes go wide and his jaw fell to the floor. "What did you just say?" he asks slowly, not sure If he understood right. "I said Iwantyoutofuckme." He stood up and walked over to you, grabbing you by your chin. "Y/n.. tell me slowly what you said or I swear â " "I want you to fuck me, Draco."
â„ His lips crashed into yours just a second later, pushing you down on his bed. You kissed him vack, more confused than he was. "Are you- arenât you gonna ask why I want this so suddenly?" you gasp when he starts sucking on your neck and his fingers already opening your jeans.ïżŒ
â„ "Fuck no, you can tell me afterwards. I donât care." he breathes befïżŒore he throws all of your clothes all over his room and fucks you into his mattress for the whole night.
â„ After you two were done he pulïżŒled you against his chest, still breathing heavily. "And? What was the reason?" he asked out of breath. "Well uh â I broke up with Colin. He just couldnât make me happy in and outside the bedroom so .. I wanted to ask you to help me since ai felt so.. worked up." He chuckled deeply and pulled you even closer. "Told you heâs a loser.." you roll your eyes at his comment. "Youâre mine bow, hope you know that."
Pansy Parkinson:
â„ "Pansy, can I ask you something?" you asked your best friend. You two shared a dorm together and sat currently in front of the tv you had bought for the two if you. Her new favorite show "baby" was playing. It was a italian show and she loved learning new languages. "Of course, whatâs wrong?" "Why has something to be wrong?" "Y/n.. you never ask to ask something.. only when something is wrong."
â„ You had to smile a little at her answer and rolled your eyes playfully. "Since youâre sleeping with boys and girls.. I wanted to ask you.. do you enjoy going down on girls?" Pansy looks at you surprised. "Why are you asking me that? This isnât coming from no where."
â„ I sigh and look at my hands. "Uhm â Brody said he doesnât like it and it .. freaks him out." I tell her what my boyfriend told me. Her eyes go wide and she almost shouts at me, "He said what?!" "Can you please just answer me Pansy?"
â„ She sighs and looks at my fidgety hands. "Of course I enjoy it and what kind of man is he that he says something like that to you?" "Is it possible that maybe itâs.. me? That something is wrong with me and not him? Maybe it looks weird or-" "Y/n stop. I promise you nothing is wrong with you love."
â„ "But you canât know that Pans.." "Do you want to try?" Now you are the one who looks at her in shock. "You would ?" "Yeah but only If youâre comfortable with it of course. I know that you only have been with boys." Your cheeks heated up a little at the thought of doing something so intimate with your best friend. You two have talked about that one time and Pansy knew how open you were to trying it someday with a woman too.
â„ Letâs just say from there on you never questioned yourself again. "Pansy I - thatâs do good." You let out a whinper, your habds going through her hair. "Hmm such a pretty girl. Youâre doing so good love." She praised you, smiling to herself. She would have a lot of fun with you in the future.
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⥠TW: noncon, gangbang, elf-reader, orc captors, racism between orcs and elves, captive reader, enslavement, piss drinking, mindbreak, mentioned toe-sucking and rimming, navigating cultural differences
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⥠P1: THE PILLORY
The orc bandits sold your fellow elves off like slaves, but the commander ended up saving you for himself.
Youâd been out of it throughout the ordeal. Already with the feeling of being numb, dumb, and tingly from the top of your crown down to the tips of your toes, youâd soon been overcome with fever as if taken by sicknessâor withdrawal. Kept warm in the lap of your captor, you could barely keep your eyes open and must have passed out againâall to the sound of your troop's despair as they were bid on individually and dragged off by different buyers, all adorned collars and chains.
When you woke up again, whatever had you so enthralled and pliant was gone, leaving you feeling much like those times youâd woken from drinking more than your limitâalong with a sore ache spanning your entire body, leaving you bedridden. Â
Lying there, on a massive fur pelt in a fire-heated tent with a pair of shackles upon your ankles, you decide against your former poor judgment of making demandsâthis time, staying still and deadly silent, causing no fuss and voicing no complaint in petrified fear of the heavyweight resting at your back, breathing soundly like a beast in hibernation.
You still donât understand what happenedâstill donât understand what got into youâwhy did you act that way? It was as if youâd completely lost your mindâhijacked by something unholy and depravedâsomething vile. Youâd been possessedâyou must have been! To be bred by those monsters, swallow their semenâdrink their piss. Thinking about it, the shock of it all cancels out the disgust. How could you have done all that? Sure, you were forced, but you could swear⊠somewhere halfway through, you started to enjoy it.
âWhy so quiet, elf-pet?â
He must have felt the shift in your breathing. Beasts of war sleep with one eye open, after all. Still, you donât answerâyou donât move a muscle. Stiff and lifeless, you remain, even as his handâthe one dwarfing your hipâslides south.
"Afraid to wake me?"
You just swallow thickly with a whimper as his thick orc finger, weathered by labor and battle, pets your naked sex, rubbing your clit before splitting the lips and playing with the poorly treated hole beneath it.
âWhereâd all that fight go, hm?â he rumbles at your stillness, amused by it as he prods your entrance and pulls your bottom against his bulge. âDonât tell me I fucked it all goneâŠâÂ
All you do is quake and tremor, even as his digit breaks through and starts prepping youâslipping in and out slowly, drawing slick as if your cunt was already trained to do so.
His pleased hum rumbles at your back, wreaking your bonesâmaking you feel fickle like a sprout.
âElves make such good pets once you tame them,â he states, chuckling. âYou love cock and cum so much it makes you dumbâa single taste of it and even the priggish of elves like you turn into filthy little whores hungry for more.âÂ
You feel him fatten behind youâclenching your thighs as it swells up against your rear.Â
His arm, the one beneath your head youâd been resting on like a pillow, coils around your neck and pulls you back snugly against him.Â
âDonât worry, elf-petââ he grins, teeth by your ear in heated words, âIâll keep feeding you good and full.â
And that's how it goes. Anytime you sober up, he fucks you sillyâwell and truly sillyâsilly in the way it makes you indiscriminately slurp his cum off the ground and suck his toes and lick his ass and squeal with joy as he swarms your womb with piss, âAh feels so nice and warm insideâI love being masterâs piss-bucket! Thank you!â
Itâs been that way for months now.
Heâs taken to calling you Putty because of how dumb and malleable youâve become, eager to do anything he says, just to please. It disgusted you in the beginning, but youâve since learned to accept the weakness of your natureâif only for the sake of survival and your own sanity.Â
Thereâs no point in beating yourself up about itânot in this godforsaken part of the world where everyone seems out to do it for you.
Youâd known orcs were soulless creatures, but truly, nothing could have prepared you for their level of depravity. If you could, youâd stay hidden inside the tent and never expose yourself to the horrors outsideâalready sated with those you have to endure within its thin drapes. But unfortunately, your master enjoys bringing you with him wherever he goes.Â
Many orcs do, youâve come to understand. They like parading their slaves, mostly fae-folk like you, aroundâall dressed skimpily, all with collarsânymphs and fairies often with their wings clipped and elves with their heads shaved in shame.Â
Today, youâre out walking the marketâyou, with your leash on, and him, with his fist tugging it close behind him.Â
Heâs looking at weapons and armor for the most part and the odd toy or article for you. He likes keeping you pretty, in jewelry and sheer silks that let everyone admire what he has warming his bed.Â
Since becoming his slave, heâs taken you to get plenty of piercings and markings. You canât read their scripture, but heâs told you what heâs marked on your pretty skin several times. His name, of which youâre not allowed to speak, paired with his title as your direct master, as well as his guildâs seal, stating their ownership of youâall in three intricate patterns down your right arm. So, even if you ever do get home, youâll never be able to wash him off. Another train of patterns on your left arm shows your status as a slave and your worth if anyone but your master were to damage or kill you accidentally.
For all their crueltyâyouâre surprised by their level of organization. Though you donât agree with it, you can at least admit that what they have is some variation of civilizationâas supremacist as it is. But then again, elves are much the sameâalways thinking themselves better than everything, even other groups of fae.
Itâs funny, but in a way, youâre almost convinced this is divine justiceâthe gods punishing you for your false sense of superiority by forcing you to live your life in suffering as an orcâs slave.Â
Itâs a trialâyour last chance at redemption before death. Fulfill it, and heaven will be waiting for you with open arms. Yes, that must be it.Â
The crowd becomes thicker near the end of the market street. It seems thereâs an ongoing roadside show that many are keen on watching. You hear the jeers and hollers, the oos and ahs, and coming out empty-handed from the market trip, it seems the commotion is enough to pique your masterâs interest enough to make him battle his way through to the front with you in toe just behind himâpaying no mind to how members of the crowd paw at you.Â
One is even so brazen to spit on your chest. But it comes as no shockânor does your masterâs indifference. In orc culture, all orcs are masters and can do what they want to any and all slaves with respect to their direct master. In fact, itâs not uncommon to see masters chain their slaves up like mutts in the streetâfree for all to have a go.
Actually, you can bet thatâs what gathered this flock.
And sure enough, youâre spot on.Â
Three fellow fae are on display up on the stage, naked and drenched in cum and sweat and other fluidsâall made fully dumb by it.
Youâve theorized why over the months of being subjected to it and could only come up with one sound theory to explain it. Orc fluids must contain strong aphrodisiac properties, maybe even other substances that make their victims so agreeableâa type of natural incentive, possibly to make breeding more plausible and easy for a race so ugly.Â
Yes, that must be it. Itâs the only thing that could make any sense of the heart-eyes and love-cries you witness on all your otherwise dignified fellow fae.
One of them is folded between two orcs, desperately sucking on one of their tongues with her eyes closed in bliss, taking both their cocks in both her holes. Itâs hard feeling sorry for her when she looks so happy, but you know the situation yourselfâitâs like your mindâs been replaced by a fluffy cloud, and all you can think to wish for is to be taken higher.
Another girl is on her knees, ass up and head downâwith a heavy foot placed on top of her cheek, squishing her pretty face against the wooden stageâtongue out and eyes crossed as he fucks her sloppy cunt with his whole entire fist. The poor girl is so mindbroken she just giggles with a smile, thighs shivering in delight as she squirts out a puddle beneath her.
The last girl is placed on her back on a beamâankles suspended in the air, tied tightly to two polesâarms tied together under the bench. Sheâs also got two of them having their fun with herâone in each end in a spitroast.Â
Youâve been in her position onceâshared like a piece of meatâstuffed overfull with no freedom to spare. You wonder if sheâd spoken out of place, too.
The orc by her head tugs his cock in his fist, standing over her head, letting her lick the sweat off his balls before dropping his length on her chest, bunching her tits and fucking through them with a groan, letting his balls swing and drag over her pretty face. But itâs not long before he steps back and puts his shaft to her lips, holding her throat in a light grip as she sweetly teases his dickhole with the tip of her tongue. When he gives her a firmer squeeze, she obediently widens her mouth, gaping to receive the head.
The girl holds it in her mouth like you do for your master, trying your best to suck but only ever managing to drool around it like a roasted pig with an apple between its teeth. Oh, but then something impossible happens.
You swear itâs like watching a circus actâyou look on in horror and aweâunable to grasp it as more of the orcâs meaty member disappears down the girlâs swallowâone girthy inch at a time. You watch her throat swell, eyes wide in disbelief as her pipe blows out to accommodate the size, letting it sink inside all the way through down to the hilt.
The audience whistle and shout at her performanceâall impressed as the two orcs fuck her on time with each otherâout, then all the way in. And honestly, youâre one of them. Blinking at the display, you can barely trust your eyesâthe two cocks must be kissing each other's tips inside her.
âWhat good whores,â your master mumbles at your side, swinging you against his chest with a grip on your jaw, making you face the scene.Â
âYou see that, Putty,â he gruffs and points at the one youâd already been watching, wide-eyed and drop-jawed. âOne day soon, youâre gonna be just like that.â
You dont know why, but watching the filthy scene makes your gut gurgle. How can you be hungry at a time like this?
âA perfect throat-sleeve for me. So deep, I can finally touch your guts from both ends and fill your belly just how you like.â
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no nut november with minho đź
you realise eating pudding is his way of controlling himself...
-contains suggestive themes (plz he's pudding boy)
you think minho is great at holding out.
its november and from the very first day of the month, he grumbled about how stupid the whole idea was.
accepting the challenge when you tell him you made a bet with jisung for fun.
both of you being full of pride could not possibly lose to jisung, who you were sure would end up jerking off on the 2nd day of november.
to your surprise, he had faithfully vowed to practice no such actions.
minho, on the other hand seemed to get through his days fine. a little too fine, because even you found it difficult to not drool over your boyfriend.
you know him to the extent that you know how he sticks to challenges.
there is no way he would ever let y'all lose against jisung. just so he could rub it in his friend's face about being the winner.
he does the normal things he does. washing up, sitting with his head on your lap after a long day, eating pudding with you.
lots and lots of pudding.
dozens of them stacked in the lower shelf of the fridge.
its the 26th of november and you have to admit its getting harder and harder. for you atleast.
"min, whatcha doing in the fridge?"
you walk into the kitchen, finding him crouched down. he had been there for longer than five minutes.
"mmhmm" is all you make out with what he's saying.
"huh?" walking over to him in confusion.
"m' eating pudding" he tries to say more clearly. and you peek over the fridge door to see three empty glasses of pudding.
"didn't you just eat pudding like two hours ago?"
and he blinks at you extremely slowly.
still seated on the floor with a glass of pudding in his hand. keeping his eyes locked on yours as he feeds himself another spoonful.
in defiance. like a cat doing something its not supposed to do but would do it anyway to prove that its not listening to you.
"you're an addict. i swear, you're addicted to pudding!"
you laugh. patting his head even though you know the risks of doing that.
"a man needs his pudding to keep going"
minho mumbles while going as far as to tipping his head back to lick the inside of the container clean. it does something to you and you mentally slap yourself.
if he was so good at keeping himself sane, you were sure you could do it too.
"theres caramel on your nose pfft"
the thick sugary substance painting the tip of his nose. theres some more on his chin and...
"minho, you have it on your cheek too!"
it was getting funnier. and he glared at you, clearing his throat.
"i was hungry." he mutters, packing up the other puddings. you notice his eyebrows furrowing in discomfort when he stands up.
typical old man behaviour.
"give me a hug" you whisper, wanting to actually hug him.
maybe being close to him would make your unforgiving sex deprived mind shut off for a while.
"no" closing the fridge and placing his hands on his hips.
"minhooo give me a hug, please?"
standing on your tip toes to peck the tip of his nose. he turns his head away, trying to control his expressions.
you take the chance to catch him off guard, jumping onto him to tackle him into hugging you. he playfully matches your energy until he freezes in your hold.
"ah-"
a small moan escaping his lips. his eyes widening while he bites down onto his bottom lip. stopping any other noise from leaving him.
your mouth dropping open in shock when you feel his hard-on pressing against your thigh.
"did you get a boner-"
"no."
he whispers, masking his surprised expression with faux annoyance. you squint at him with a glimmer of mischief in your eyes.
"were you eating pudding to distract yourself?"
"...no."
placing his hands on your shoulders to lightly push you away. creating some distance between your bodies.
"im not that deprived, trust me" minho mumbles quietly. your lips pursed together.
"what if i say its getting harder for me..." you mutter, moving closer to him. he doesn't stop you.
"really, baby? can't live without my dick for a month?"
you stay silent. looking away from him sadly. you're not embarassed anymore.
because now you know how he copes when he gets horny. pudding!
"...can't live without you either" and you smile. happy that he admits it.
he groans, throwing his head back dramatically. squeezing his eyes closed.
"god, i can't stop imagining you crying my name when i push into you. its haunting me. for fuck's sake"
minho grumbles, groaning when you hug him again. his arms wrapping around you.
"and i can't stop thinking of you pushing my head down into the bed while you fuck me from behind"
you pull your phone out of your pocket hastily when it buzzes nonstop.
"its jisung..."
"what'd he say?"
"he...LOST!"
you shriek. practically jumping onto minho. trusting him entirely. he picks you up with no struggle.
"does that mean..."
"yes. im fucking you. right now."
"but november isn't over!"
"jisung lost. our opponent lost. that means this stupid no nut shit doesn't apply to us anymore" he grumbles. you catch onto him tight when he practically darts to your shared bedroom.
"admit it...you missed it, didn't you"
a huge smile on his face. a glimmer of pure happiness in his eyes. like how he'd look at his favourite pudding.
"have you ever seen me this excited before-"
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pudding boy lino. i watched his whole live and then ate puddingđź
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This is absolutely gorgeous, I am in love!! đ
Based on this FANTASTIC post by the one and only @drones-of-innocence.Â
Like omg. I was at work today and couldnât access my tablet, so what did I do when I found this little gem?? I took out a blank page, fetched a colored pencil and improvised.Â đ€Ł First trad work I posted in ages! đ
I had to. Everything this author touches turns to GOLD. đ€©đ
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diet mountain dew
"youâre no good for me" "but baby, i want you, i want you, i want you"
pairings: klaus mikaelson x human fem!reader
warnings/tags: smut (18+), blood kink, blood sharing, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), creampie, needy klaus.
summary: you let klaus feed on you.
you'd expected him to be hungry. you just hadn't realized how ravenous he was, nor what drinking blood did to him.
"f-fuck, ahâ c-careful," you gasped.
your voice echoed in the empty room, and his pleasurable grunts echoed with it. it was so dark that you could barely see a thing. you winced, again, from the strange new sensations surging through your body.
"ahâ c-careful, klaus, please" you squeaked, it was the only sound that could escape your throat as he clamped your shoulder in his jaw. your neck was soaked, smeared in spit and blood, a leftover gift from when he had searched for the safest spot to drink.
he'd settled on the spot between your collarbone and neck, and there his teeth had sunk in.
with his fangs pierced right down to the bone and his lips bruising your skin, he continued to carefully suck your blood out and into his mouth. it felt like heaven, warm and wet sliding down his throat. to you it was a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.
"a-ah... isâis it, okay?" you whimpered.
klaus let out a low moan in response.
you couldn't move. you were clamped in his jaw, the jaw of a predator designed to keep its prey still, and his body was pinning yours to the cold wood of the floor.
to any passerby you would have looked terrifying. his body was obscured in the dark, appearing as just a hulking, bloody shadow, merging and distorting the outline of your own form; the visage of a monster in the night, consuming the body of a frightened human.
but that wasn't how you saw it. no, you were in the thralls of absolute delight.
one of his hands were on your waist, his fingers carefully drawing you up until you were held taut beneath his body, and the other hand was feverishly groping your tits.
he had torn your dress to feed and then tore a little further, leaving your skin bare right down to your ribs. he was squeezing, stroking, his thumb desperately massaging your nipple. he wanted to hear your whimpers, your soft jolts when he overstimulated that sensitive spot.
you felt him sink down between your legs, his hardened bulge thick and round as it nudged at your bare thigh. he was softly grinding it up against your panties.
you'd never do this, never. this wasn't like you at all. but you were doing it now.
you were mewled as he dry-humped your little body.
your breath was ragged, the soft puffs of condensation from your lips turned a ghostly white by the pale light.
feeding had always been a euphoric experience for him. but now, with you, it had become a full body orgasmic experience, feeding every positive stimulus in his brain and body.
every nerve in his body was on fire in the best way. his body was pulsing, pumping. his arms were covered in goosebumps, his dark hair standing on end, and his cock was painfully erect beneath his pants.
he needed relief. he needed more.
"mmm... mmm," his muffled groans got louder as he continued to feed.
his conscious brain was fighting those deep, vampiric urges, the need to indulge in pleasure no matter the consequences, but his subconcious was primal.
if he had his way he'd drain everything, slowly, all while pumping between your legs into your pretty little cunt, but he couldn't allow that.
you were a sweet, naĂŻve thing, you'd just let him take you up here. your whimpers were heaven, but your softness was too pure for him to fully ruin.
so he forced himself to break a part from you.
he withdrew his fangs and pulled back, revealing the purple, bruised skin of your shoulder. he licked the wound clean before forcing himself away.
"please, please, if youâif you give me your wrist, iâi'll be done, andâ"
klaus paused to pant, his lips still stained red. you watched your own blood drip down his chin.
"and, if i could... have you, in another way, it may help to, calm my urges" he said, his voice husky and dark. you watched his eyes glimmer a bright gold. "may i have you?"
"yes," you instinctively blurted, he lunged forward and kissed you. his lips were hard, rough, and you could taste the metallic sting of blood on them. when he pulled back he looked overjoyed.
"good. good. come here, love," he ordered.
you jolted as he dragged your body forward. he carefully tore a hole through your dress and panties with his bare hands.
you shuddered as the cold air hit your bare and slick-coated pussy, but klaus didn't leave you bare for long.
he roughly manhandled you onto the ground before stripping out his suit, allowing his already erect cock to fall down hard on your clit. the sight caused a small, surprised noise to escape your throat, one that he relished.
he was slow, deliberately distracting you with his cock as he raised your wrist to his mouth. he kept you captivated as he carefully slid it inch by inch down your swollen clit, letting you feel every inch.
the pleasure of sinking both his teeth and his cock into you at once was enough to make him physically shake.
with a soft grunt he penetrated both.
your words were turned to gibberish as he pushed his cock in deep, until his pelvis was perfectly squished up against you. the moment your blood hit his throat he started to pump.
you were inside him, and he was inside you. on that filthy, cold floor, you were his.
he started to push his cock in tandem with his teeth.
as his fangs gently shifted beneath the skin, as his lips sucked and bruised, his fat cock gently slipped in and out of your cunt. for such a furious feeder he was a surprisingly gentle lover.
he was terrifyingly strong, that much was clear up close. he bent your thighs until they ached, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you in place, and with each push you could feel the power he was holding back.
you felt him pumping, drawing out your precious blood while his cock ravaged you from inside. each delicious slip, each pulsing throb, every time you felt his cock twitching for attention against your creamy walls, it was unbearable.
you were whining, your heavy breathes producing less and less ghostly condensation. klaus was panting furiously with each thrust, his breath condensing like smoke as he huffed through his curled nose. he was lost in the pleasure, the urge, the need.
and between the tightness, the heat, the copious oozing slick squelching and pooling around his bare skin and dripping off his balls as they smacked against your ass, mixed with the sound of you whining and the fresh blood in his body, he couldn't last any longer.
with a single, muffled groan, klaus came inside of you. his blue eyes rolled back and his body began to buck, smacking your hips until they went numb.
just as he felt your hot blood filling his mouth you felt his thick seed pooling and squishing its way into your cunt, filling every available space. it started to seep out as he continued to hump your limp body, now hanging in sweat, hot pearly strings between his pelvis and your inner thighs.
he pumped inside you until he was utterly spent, his own head now hazy and light, and at last he released you. your wrist fell limp to the floor.
klaus coyly wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist before brushing your forehead. "areâare you alright?"
the relief he felt when you shakily nodded was unmatched.
"thank you," he murmured, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "you were... delicious."
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