#nsft request rules

[cookiekissers]

Just a reminder since the ask box is open again, if you're requesting nsft, please be off anon and have your age in your bio! I hate deleting requests cause writing them is fun, but I'm trying to be firmer with this rule. If your ask is off anon but you still want to remain anonymous when your request is posted, let me know, I'm more than happy to do that!

[homesmutvoices2024]

I doodle homesmut art sometimes too, if anyone has any requests?

It'll get uploaded to Rule 34, I'm no Picasso, however. Ask away, peoplez. (please, I have nothing better to do— this blog is actually getting a bit more attention than I thought it would [that being absolutely none.])

— Yours truly, Little Calvin Strider.

[mxthtea]

each time i see sunday tits i explode and reconstruct myself

i want!! his boobs !!!!!!!!! in my mouth !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ace-does-stuff]

you ever read something and just fucking, why?

[ze-ppe-li]

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭

Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ

Thank you for entering this blog, if you liked my content and would like to request, you must take into account some rules.

I appreciate all your requests, but some I simply won't be able to write, however, I will NEVER ignore them (I avoid being rude, at least in this blog), I will just let you know by explaining the reason.

Requests are closed.

Depending on my decision, some requests I will write as fliclets, others as drabbles, and some as one shots. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, so it's going to be more than common to encounter critical grammatical errors, please do not point them out or I'll cry

I write ONLY lesbian/wlw content, I'll not write for male reader, nor AMAB.

I won't write about male idols either, It's just that when it comes to music made by men, I prefer to listen to problematic hot rockstar dudes.

If the post is smut, it can contain g!p stuff.

I will not write nsfw content of underage idols.

I decide who's top or bottom, for more information, see this post.

I would appreciate it if you could give me a theme, setting, idea, etc. I may not follow what you tell step by step, and I may also give it my personal touch, but I will take the basis of your idea.

I accept omegaverse requests, although it will take me a little longer to write them than other requests on other plots.

If you want a scenario/imagine/ficlet/etc. and you want it with G!P, you must mention it, or else I will assume you want it without G!P.

𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

ᴬˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᴵ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵐᵃᶰʸ ᵍʳᵒᵘᵖˢ˒ ᴵ ʷᶤˡˡ ᶰᵒᵗ ʷʳᶤᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ˢᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᶤᵗ ᶤˢ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵈᶤᶠᶠᶤᶜᵘˡᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ˢᵒ ⁽ᵖˡᵘˢ ᴷᵖᵒᵖ ᶤˢ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵉᶰʳᵉ ᴵ ˡᶤˢᵗᵉᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ˒ ˢᵒˑˑˑ⁾

BLACKPINK

TWICE

RED VELVET

ITZY

ÆSPA

(G)I-DLE

LE SSERAFIM

NMIXX (with some difficulty for all members except Lily and Bae)

IVE (With some difficulty writing for Gaeul)

IZ*ONE

MAMAMOO (reserved for scenarios)

[on-leatheredwings]

Dirty Laundry (18+)

Yandere! Dick Grayson x (Fem) Reader

> romantic, 18+ > Request: I think Dick would be a major creep and your rules didn't say anything about no nsft, so can I ask for a fic with this scenario: Dick stealing reader's underwear and using the dirty ones to get off while cumming into the clean ones. And putting the "clean" ones back into her dresser hoping she doesn't notice the stains and wears them? Thanks! > a/n: …………………………………… Ohhhh, so you’re crazy. Meaning, you’re just like me . thanks for the dick request i want to write him better/more ;u; had fun writing this! > tw: someone cumming in your panties without your consent or knowledge, so sexual assault. As well as yandere-typical thoughts and behaviors. > Word count: 1847 (Ugh this was supposed to be like 3 paragraphs max but i’m me.)

Dick’s your best friend. 

… You guess.

He was new to Blüdhaven, and you two just seemed to keep bumping into each other in the rare times you left your apartment. Might as well get to know the guy. You didn’t have much choice in the matter, once he attached to you. And that was okay, because you liked him back and, frankly, were in quite desperate need for friends. The man currently lounges on your bed, sifting through a magazine while you’re mixing audio for this indie rock cover band that’s commissioned you. That’s your side hustle and passion, when you’re not being a work-from-home researcher for S.T.A.R. Labs. 

You’re an hour into your work and Dick Grayson is lounging on his spot on your bed, because he has claimed a spot at this point. All is well with the world. Then, your stomach lets out a groan, and so do you.

A pair of eyes, all ocean blue and twinkling, slide over to you without a second’s hesitation. You meet them, unblinking and unperturbed. Does he know he’s kind of a freak? Being all light-eyed and adoring?

You stand up without fanfare, removing your headphones from your ears and letting them sit around the column of your neck.

“I’m going to get food from the place next door.”

You yawn and walk away from your desk. That usually was much harder for you, but Grayson’s presence in your life had made it more of a priority for you to care for yourself. “Don’t touch anything,” you say, plainly and without venom. Without another word, you’re gone, and Dick launches up from his seat once he hears the front door to your flat close.

He told himself he was going to do this today. He told himself, and he is a man of his word.

He opens the bottom drawer of your dresser, where he knows you keep your clean pairs of underwear. Then he trespasses into your closet, where he knows you keep your laundry basket.

Dick knows where a lot of things are in your apartment, and he has made it his job to know every inch of your bedroom specifically. When you leave the room, like times like this, he enjoys going around and familiarizing himself with everything. And he’s planted cameras, of course. He does leave your en-suite restroom alone, an act he pats himself on the back for. You deserved your privacy, after all. To his disappointment, you do tend to masturbate exclusively in the shower, and he must tide himself over with the audio his cameras pick up, rather than visuals.

After a moment’s hesitation, Dick buries his hands into your laundry basket. These were the things… you wore. His eyes twinkle as he smiles. Still, he had no time to waste. While often busy, the Chinese place you were at was also known for its fast service. Dick grabs the first pair of panties he sees: blue lace-trim, white in color, with blue gingham. You’re so cute. 

He sits in your closet, back to your hamper, slides off the jeans that look really good on him which he hopes you’ve noticed. All of these actions are done a little clumsier than normal because his pulse roars in his ears.

He lets his head fall backward, and he begins pumping his cock with your panties in that same hand. He thinks of your face, your body, your hands. He really likes your hands, so adept and amble, always flying across a keyboard or strumming a guitar. He thinks about the honest things you say, truthful but usually with tact. He thinks about your eyes crinkling when he’s being a show-off, and your pretty lips that you’re usually wetting with your tongue rather than finally just getting lip balm. 

At this point, Dick is a wreck, eyes glazed over and only half-open. His eyelashes flutter as he struggles to keep them open. He goes slack-jawed, pink lips only a little swollen from his biting down on them. He’s about to finish, he knows he is. It’s building in him like the birth of a tidal wave. Pre-cum and his sweat have soiled your gingham pair, and he looks at the very plain pair of navy blue boyshorts in his free hand, clenched into a fist. He finds himself blushing. Your underwear is so… you, and it’s hilarious that holding them in his hand is what is flustering him so much. Considering what he’s doing.

Dick whimpers, a sound that’s both embarrassing and utterly liberating. Pleasure pulses in between his legs, his back shoots into an arch, his balls hike up to the base of his cock. He cums with a raspy cry, right onto the crotch of your boyshorts. He had initially planned to just finish anywhere on the fabric, but at the last second decided to cum where your cunt would touch. He’s kind of romantic like that. (He’s also kind of a pervert, and he knows that.)

He pants in the afterglow of his orgasm, cheeks painted over with rosy pink. He tosses your white pair back into its home, the laundry basket.

His calloused fingers reach up for the corner of his mouth, which had been agape this whole while. 

… Was he drooling? 

Dick robotically proceeds to rub his semen into your underwear until it's just a dark stain. He pulls his dark jeans from the pool of black denim they formed at his ankles, he runs his fingers through his hair at a job well done. He returns your boyshorts to your dresser, neatly folding them like all the rest. And finally, he wipes his mouth. He returns to your bed, and it’s like nothing has happened since you left.

Dick Grayson – Gotham pretty boy, badass superhero – should probably cringe; in any other context, isn’t that so lame…? But considering it was you, honestly, what could he have expected…

You come back into your bedroom, a bag of takeout swinging from your hands. His eyes don’t leave you for an instant.

… You simply have that effect on him. 

You stomp through his room until you’re right in front of him, where he pretends to be scrolling on his phone. Your arms are akimbo as you stare down at him, blocking your room’s overhead light with your skull and casting your shadow over him. He looks up and smiles cheekily.

“Alright, Dickard.” Dick’s lips quirk. “Get out. I’m going to shower and change.” Sniffing yourself on the way back, you decided it was high time you did. 

Dick’s brain goes a mile a minute. Shower. Change. Underwear? His heart skitters but he doesn’t show it. 

“Aw, don’t let me stop you. Feel free,” he teasingly sings.

Your eye twitches and you take it upon yourself to physically move him. Not that you could if he chose to actually resist. You know that he must be strong, stronger than ‘doing acrobatics as a hobby’ must make someone. You’ve caught a peek at his abdomen and biceps now and then. Guy is ripped. 

“Go eat,” you order, throwing the takeout into his hand. “I got enough for the both of us.” Why, Dick could twirl his hair and kick his feet right now – despite a prickly exterior, you really were a sweetheart, weren’t you? He refuses to have you pay for him though. He will definitely be returning the favor thricefold.

You successfully shoo the six feet tall model out of your room. 

Once he’s out, you take your shower, standing for five minutes in the spray until it grows warm. You think with amusement at the idea of movies and TV making women showering such a sexy, erotic scene. Bitch, you are in here scrubbing pots and pans. 

After the job’s done, your feet land on your worn shower mat from college, and pad towards your bedroom once more. You catch a towel on your way there, belatedly remembering that Dick Grayson may still be loitering in your bedroom, and you weren’t too keen on the idea of him seeing your private bits. Warily shifting eyes from behind the door, you see no one’s around.

Knock knock. 

“Are you done?”

Dick’s voice from the hallway makes you panic, fearful that he may burst in before you’re ready and presentable. 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt a woman while she’s getting ready in her boudoir!“ you yell, hoping some rich person’s instinct suddenly clicks in him. You thought rich men were supposed to be gentlemanly. Really, ever since meeting Dick, who is son to the richest man in the state, you’ve learned rich people all must be whiny, clingy, braggers, show-offs, and sometimes, just plain brats. In your hurry, you swipe a panty from your drawer and slip it on past your thighs. Body still damp from the shower, you don’t notice anything. 

The rest of your clothes follow, and you choose to sit back down in your desk chair. You turn back to your double monitor set up, ready to become a screen zombie once more when you remember someone’s waiting for you.

Without turning around, you holler, “Come in.” 

Without a moment’s pause, Dick reenters, takeout plated for the both of you in each hand. He places one smoothly in front of you with butler-like precision. 

“Your meal, madam,” Dick says in a Parisian accent, and you do smile in amusement. His eyes dilate, but you don’t notice.

“Thank you, my fine sir,” you return, a little embarrassed, accent weak, but willing to keep up the bit.

Dick knows not to disturb you too much while you work, so he wanders away as you slip your headphones over your ears once more. But before returning to His Spot on the bed, he quietly treads to your dresser. He sneaks a glance to make sure you’re still occupied. And you are, that blue wash of light painting your skin. 

He pulls out the drawer, and– hhhhh.

He heaves with breath involuntarily, although it’s nearly imperceptible. You do make him slip more than he likes, but he’s experienced. He glances once more to make sure you didn’t hear that, and of course you didn’t. You’re still fiddling in Ableton Live.

He shuts the drawer and stalks to His Spot on the bed, and anyone who knows Dick Grayson would see that he is tense. He is stiff.

And how could he not be? You’re wearing the underwear he had cum on. Did you notice? Is this your way of coming onto him? No, you’re too forward to play games… Something he finds both refreshing and a shame, because he loves games. You simply mustn't have noticed. Regardless, the knowledge fills him with such ecstasy and arousal… and longing. 

He eyes you discreetly as his skin reddens. He tries to act natural by eating steaming orange chicken, plucking it from his plate with a chopstick. One day, he’ll have you, in body and soul. 

Until then, he can entertain himself with this game, however one-sided.

[korrasamiweek2024]

Korrasami Week Prompts

Thank you all so much for your submissions and votes!! So excited to share the winners and the finalized event schedule:

Day 1 - Sunday December 15th:

Sparring ☆ Jealousy ☆ Rivals

Day 2 - Monday December 16th:

Tattoos ☆ Bi Pride ☆ Disability

Day 3 - Tuesday December 17th:

The Beach ☆ Festival ☆ Spirit World

Day 4 - Wednesday December 18th:

Domestic ☆ Hurt/Comfort ☆ Cooking/Baking

Day 5 - Thursday December 19th:

Dancing ☆ Marriage/Wedding ☆ Poppin Bottles

Day 6 - Friday December 20th:

Band AU ☆ Bodyguard ☆ Period Piece

Day 7 - Saturday December 21st:

Car Trouble ☆ Gay Bar ☆ FREE DAY

There are three prompts to choose from each day–you can pick just one, or combine them in whatever way makes sense to you! They're meant to be inspiring, rather than restrictive. Can't wait to see what you all come up with💖

Late submissions will be accepted through January 31st!

Rules and guidelines for the event are below the cut, and as always, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask!

Rules & Guidelines

1. What's allowed? Pretty much anything! Artwork, fanfiction, gifsets, headcanons, analysis/meta, memes, etc. are all welcome, as long as they're your own work and are Korrasami-focused.

2. Explicit content is fine, but the characters need to be adults, and everything depicted MUST be consensual.

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4. No whitewashing, racism, misogyny, transphobia, ableism, or other bigotry of any kind. Content that explores these themes is ok, but they shouldn't go unchallenged in the piece, and they should be tagged with the appropriate warnings.

5. When submitting visual or audio media, please include a description either in ALT text or in the body of the post itself.

6. Other characters and relationships from The Legend of Korra are welcome, but your submission should be primarily about Korrasami.

7. Be kind. No criticism ("constructive" or otherwise) of other people's work unless the creator explicitly requests it. If you don't like something, just keep scrolling!

8. Follow the prompts if you can! They're meant to be helpful, but if you get inspired by something else entirely, please feel free to submit whatever you make!

9. Tag for content warnings if you think something might be triggering. Use your best judgment, but if you aren't sure whether a CW is needed, it doesn't hurt to ask!

10. Submit your fanwork either by mentioning @korrasamiweek2024 in the body of your post and using the #korrasamiweek2024 tag, or by submitting it directly to this blog. You can also add it to the Korrasami Week 2024 Collection on AO3. All submissions for each prompt will be reblogged or posted by the end of the day.

11. There's no such thing as a stupid question, so if you're unsure about something, feel free to ask!

[knavesflames]

heyyy el

requesting politely reader ... tending to ... arlecchino with her mouth and going from starting timid to taking a bit more control to arles surprise

lots of care and love just like in the one you just posted :3

mhm ty

Hi anon<33 I hope you are doing well and having a nice night (it’s night for me). I liked this idea >:) sorry lol it took me a while to come up with a concept but I hope this suffices 😁😁😁 (hi guys the dirty words are slowly making a reappearance)

Word count: 2.2k

Contents: soft dom!reader (kind of yes), bottom Arlecchino, cunnilingus (funny word), fingering at the end, orgasm denial (ONCE GUYS OKAY ONCE), also praise (guys I’m cooked)

Songs I listened to (for fun): fantastic- king princess (is this one obvious or not), disease- lady gaga, shhh!- viviz, pivot- HEYOON, boyfriend- dove Cameron, impurities- le sserafim

There’s more but I forgot

Nsft utc<3

Arlecchino is not a receiver. She gives and takes nothing, it’s how she’s always liked it, whatever the reason may be. She has not explained, and you doubt she will. Arlecchino is very secretive, you’ve come to learn. She divulges what she must, and keeps the rest hidden. Even you, who seems to know more about her than anyone ever has, is kept in the dark about a lot of things– what exactly triggers her nightmares? What truly happened with that ‘Mother’ of hers? There are rumours, of course. Arlecchino is mad and cursed, she killed her Mother ruthlessly without reason, she killed her best friend for nothing other than a simple quarrel. You know them to be false, now you know her better, but what you can’t seem to understand is why she lets the lies fester, why allows herself to be portrayed as a cruel monster. She can’t seem to answer you.

Arlecchino also refuses to tell you why she pushes herself so hard, or why she has such strict rules for herself. You beg her to take that damn suit off constantly (for.. Multiple reasons, both you and her know that well enough– she only obliges when it ends in you as a quivering mess on the bed). “What happened to regular clothing? I know you dislike dresses, but you don’t have to force your body into that silly suit all the time.” is a phrase often uttered. Silence is the only answer given.

Silence seems to be an answer you get from her often. In different contexts, of course. Sometimes, she is silent when she is comfortable, when she is thinking, when she is angry.. You realised long ago that she is a woman of few words– and even fewer sounds. During the rare occasions you get to make her feel good (whether that’s simultaneous to your own pleasure, or before), the only sounds you really hear are the soft breaths and the slight grunts whenever you do something she particularly likes. You have made it your mission to coax more sounds out of her, even if it’s the last thing you do. You experiment with different things each time you get to make her feel good, anything remotely sexual she’s done to you, you try with her. Degradation doesn’t work, her only response is a cock of her eyebrow and a scoff. Praise is a little bit better, earning a soft kiss on whatever part of your skin she can reach. Tying her up is out of the question– she has made it abundantly clear multiple times she only enjoys the act of bondage, however small, when you are on the receiving end. It’s the case for a lot of things, and it almost irritates you. Almost. it turns out the answer is something much simpler than anything you’ve ever tried, and you mentally curse yourself for taking so long to figure it out (for Arlecchino, that was the point. She likes the game, even if she truly is trying to keep her weakness hidden).

The answer was something she had done to you almost every time you had engaged in some form of intimate act with her. There aren’t many acts more intimate than your partner giving up the ability to speak because their tongue seems to be.. Busy. You just hadn’t realised that Arlecchino would ever be on the receiving end. So, after much pleading (and begging to the point it almost seems you’re begging her to fuck you instead of the other way around), she seemed to relent. Barely.

“Let me try,” comes the soft whisper from your lips, hitting the side of her neck as you gently place kisses there. There’s no reaction, but you could swear you felt a shiver. Moving away from the milky, unmarred skin of her neck (one of the only places that isn’t marked with either her curse or an array of scars), you almost expertly push the blazer off her shoulders before slowly sinking to your knees. The carpet is fuzzy, but it doesn’t do much to soften the hard wood underneath. You can’t find yourself caring. The blazer lands on the back of the desk chair. Excited, desperate fingers tug at the buttons of those godforsaken trousers until they finally do what you want them to do. You’ve done what you can, you can’t push her hips up so you can continue to take them off, she’s stronger than you’ll ever be (you like that). “Don’t you think it would feel nice? You know it feels nice. Do you not think you deserve it?”

“I do not deserve the pleasure you give me,” she murmurs, a rare show of her inner thoughts. The woman criticises herself too much, you think. You wish she wouldn’t be so strict with herself.

“Irrelevant,” She shivers at the slight sternness of your voice. It mirrors her own. “Do you want it?”

Arlecchino doesn’t respond for a while. Her hand moves to your head, and she caresses your hair, gently stroking and tugging at the strands before she eventually speaks, a whisper, a subconscious attempt to hide the fact she’s about to chase something she never allows herself to. “Put a pillow under your knees, at least.”

You grin, so pleased with yourself. You stand again, only to sprint and find a pillow. It happens to be the pillow you sleep on, it doesn’t matter. You return to your position only to find her trousers messily on the ground, and the top four buttons of her dress shirt undone. The look in her eyes is one you’ve rarely seen– want. “Beg.” you whisper, the grin still on your face. Arlecchino’s own face twists into a frown.

“I will die before I beg for anything.” Her tone is resolute, and you sit there nonetheless, unmoving apart from the finger tracing up and down her toned thigh. You both stay like that for an agonising two minutes before she barely mumbles. “Please.”

You are incredibly aware that you won’t get more than that, so, even though you know it doesn’t do much, you mutter “good girl”. It does do something, though. You barely hear it, but her breath shakes. You take it as an initiative to start, so you let your lips find her thigh, planting wet, open mouthed kisses up towards her inner thigh. You continue, and– she’s soaked already. You’ve done exactly nothing and she’s as wetter than you’ve ever seen her. Your eyes move up to hers, a raise of your eyebrow as you open your mouth to speak, but she cuts you off before you can speak.

“Do not. I am aware of the.. situation.”

“But you’re all wet and it’s all for my tongue. Isn’t that sweet?” You’ve never been this cocky at all, and Arlecchino would be a liar if she said she didn’t like it. She tries to find words, something to refute the claim, but her words are ripped from her lips when she feels your own lips graze her clit. It’s a tiny movement, really, but one she isn’t entirely used to. The only reaction she makes, however, is a slightly sharper exhale. Until your eyes stare straight into hers and you do it again, though for longer. Then again, though this time your tongue presses flat against it. Your tongue doesn’t move, much to Arlecchino’s dismay. The hand that rested in your hair gently tugs.

“Continue.” She speaks breathily, and her words shake. You can practically hear her gulp as she tries (and fails) to calm herself, and you know she’s probably telling herself to show no emotion. Though, when you finally start moving your tongue in slow, languid motions, you hear her shaky sigh and feel her hand in your hair tighten even more. You try to find a rhythm that affects her the most, alternating between soft licks and harder presses— you find that swirling your tongue around her clit, occasionally moving down to dip your tongue into her aching cunt. Your eyes dart up to her every few seconds to catch her mouth falling open and her head tilting back. When her mouth isn’t open, she’s stifling any noise she could possibly make, gritting her teeth so hard you’re almost certain they’re going to crack. The next time you tear your eyes away from her skin and move them to her face, her eyes are squeezed shut, and only then does a quiet groan escape her.

Something seems to change in your mind, because your hands move to grip her thighs, holding them apart despite them trembling. She’s sensitive, after all, it isn’t often she gets taken care of, is it? The blackened hand not pulling greedily at the strands on your head moves in an attempt to push your hands away, but your voice vibrates against her (which of course, causes another quiet sound to slip from her). “Keep your hands on the chair.”

Arlecchino’s eyes shoot open, a gasp practically ripping through her lungs. “You cannot expect me t—“

“Do it or I stop. Let me finish making you feel good.” She scolds herself internally for letting you get too comfortable with her own tricks. Either way, it feels good and she doesn’t want you to stop, though she’d rather cut off her own arm than admit it. She doesn’t need to say a word, though, the small groans (and whimpers) tell you everything. Especially when they grow louder, and her chest begins heaving, and her voice breaks with every utterance of your name. It’s the most pleasure she’s ever outwardly expressed.

“Why did you stop?” Her exasperated, breathless voice echoes the room. You stopped just as her orgasm was reaching the peak, causing it to ebb away quickly, a sense of disappointment growing in Arlecchino’s stomach. Her eyes, now piercing into you with that familiar irritated stare, meet yours, your own full of amusement. Wiping your chin (when you’re eating pussy like it’s the last meal you’ll ever eat, it tends to get messy, doesn’t it?), you chuckle and respond in your own teasing lilt.

“You taste so good, and your pussy is so damn pretty, Arlecchino. I don’t particularly want to stop right now. You can take it, can’t you? Keep your hands still.” Her face twists into some odd mix of mortified and aroused, but your tongue meets her clit again, and the only sound she can make is something so uncharacteristic, a whine. You continue exactly what you were doing before, though this time you decide to slide a finger into her— the reaction she gave was definitely a pleasant one, her back arching off of the chair, her hands squeezing the seat of it in an attempt to keep them still. Arlecchino reaches the peak quicker this time, and despite your bossy orders, she finds herself melting into you completely, her hips grinding herself onto your tongue as much as she possibly can. It’s completely different to how she was at the beginning, her plan to remain unbothered and stoic foiled.

“Can I— please don’t stop this time.” When there comes no response from you other than a curl of your finger, she moans your name in a useless attempt to get you to answer her. You’re being mean, she thinks, and you’re using everything she does against her. “Answer me. Tell me I can cum.”

How is she still demanding things from you even in this position? She lost all control a long time ago. You find your eyes opening though, and while adding a second finger, your voice softens and you speak, voice full of affection. “Be good and cum for me, then. Now, before I change my mind. Let yourself feel good, yeah?”

Arlecchino doesn’t need to be told twice, because her hips lose whatever rhythm they had when your tongue presses flat against her, letting her choose the pace and the rhythm she knows will get her there quickest (it doesn’t take long, the woman is so sexually pent up it’s laughable). Within a minute, she’s crying out, her hands flying up to her face to cover the obscene expression she knows is there. You pay no attention, only watching every movement with a sense of satisfaction and a smile in your eyes. You keep your finger curling and your tongue still until her body stops rocking, and her hands leave her face. When her face, the one you find so beautiful, emerges from behind her hands, mascara slightly smudged, you can’t help but snicker as you pull out and away from her.

“Better?” You ask, wiping your chin once more with the back of your hand. You somehow look so smug and the look on your face pisses Arlecchino off, just a little. How you’re so calm and collected and she’s a fucked out mess sat in her desk chair.

“Yes,” she says, her voice sharper than she intends it to be really, but she continues in the same tone. “I do hope you don’t think we’re finished, hm?” Your head tilts in slight confusion, but the smile remains on your face. After a while, Arlecchino’s own lips twitch upwards, barely noticeable, but you notice nonetheless. “How could I leave you without feeling good, too? Go to the bedroom, please.”

[yanderefarm]

pinned comment activate!! please read the rules

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do not repost my fics. do not feed them to ai. including chat bots.

there will be some dark content and dead dove because of the nature of yandere content to begin with. please be careful and always check content warnings.

i feel like this should go without saying but. I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THIS BEHAVIOR OR ACTIONS IN REAL LIFE. this is all fiction and for fun.

be nice. be patient when sending in requests i can be slow and easily distracted.

im ok with fem aligned people interacting and even requesting content just please understand that i will only write male readers.

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i will not write: fem!readers, gn! readers, bottom readers, female characters, graphic depictions of violence, graphic descriptions of blood, scat, vore, inflation, graphic depictions of throw up, period blood

i will write: chubby!reader, fat!reader, ftm!character, disabled!reader, yandere!reader, monster!reader, slasher!reader, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, horror, kidnapping, breeding kink, daddy kink, dub con, non con, spanking, free use, pet play, forced fem, objectification, bimbofication, cervix penetration, knife kink, primal kink, dark content, hucow, lactation, dry humping, piss play, omorashi, any watersports, other freaky shit im not remembering right now

if you're curious if I'll write something feel free to ask!!

(and if i end up writing something i said i wouldn't don't look at me)

you can call me bunny, im 25, i use he/him pronouns and im transmasc. i love men and i love yanderes. i also like weird shit im so sorry in advanced. i post a lot of oc content and shitty art so enjoy the show

if you have any questions feel free to ask!!🐇🐰

last updated; 10/23/24

Original Characters

Ares (Housewife Yandere)

Emil Landorr (Mad King Yandere)

Nephite (Omega Cultist Yandere)

Silvan (Vampire Pet Yandere)

Ajax (Pornstar Yandere)

Noemie (Follower Yandere)

Achilles (Crime Lord Yandere)

Fandoms

Honkai Star Rail, Genshin Impact, Degrees of Lewdity, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Jujutsu Kaisen, What in Hell is Bad, Nu Carnival, Creepypastas,

Genshin Impact;

breeding dottore

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Honkai Star Rail;

jing yuan x jiangshi

blade x yandere

boothill x cyborg

skott x supervisor

dan feng/dan heng x mate

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What In Hell Is Bad

for heretics (lucifer)

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Hazbin Hotel

priest vox x his god

valentino x bull demon (with yandere vox)

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Original Characters;

ares #yandere housewife

house wife yandere & part 2 & part 3

housewife yandere introduction

extras: spanking ares, ares getting jealous, finding ares mid kill, pampering and breeding, ares with another yandere, distracted, arguing with him, the collection, wrong name

art: thank you, kisses, ref sheet, halloween costume

emil #yandere king

yandere mad king & part 2

yandere mad king introduction

extras: emil getting jealous, cuddling with emil, morning wood

art: halloween costume, kisses

nephite #yandere cultist

yandere omega cultist

yandere omega cultist introduction

extras: nephite getting jealous, temptation

art: halloween costume,

silvan #yandere pet

yandere vampire's pet

yandere vampire's pet introduction

extras: silvan getting jealous, comforting silvan, warmth, putting on a show, spanking, collars, petting

doll au: doll saga, wedding doll

art: doll, halloween costume, gold star, kisses

ajax #yandere pornstar

yandere pornstar

yandere pornstar introduction

extras: biting ajaxs chest

art: halloween costume, tattoos

sable

noemie #yandere follower

yandere follower

yandere follower introduction

extras:

art: halloween costume, tattoos

achilles #yandere crime lord

yandere crime lord

extras:

art: halloween costume, tattoos

all of them

baby trapping (ares & nephite)

what if (ares & silvan)

piggy club (ajax & noemie)

art: expressions

references: hair, measurements,

sfw: if you were a worm, asexual reader, chubby reader,

secret admirer, if the reader died, their voices, jealousy,

reader snaps, abused reader, your face in their neck,

ftm reader, on halloween, petting them, their favorite pets,

whos a good boy?, getting a shot, tall reader, presents,

coming home drunk,

nsfw: the one with lactation, the one about butts, freak in the sheets,

himbo reader, service top, top au, the loudest,

ftm au: coming out

divider credits:

hearts & labels & content warning & dark content warning

[oakwritespiningwood]

My besie came to visit me and finally brought me my holiday gifts. I got a gift basket full of goodies. I already ate an edible I rolled a blunt and 3 joints and I have two bottles of wine, shots, and a pack of cannabis drinks. Me and my friends do horny shit with each other so I'm probably gonna get railed this week. 🤤😝✌️

I'm off work for two days so note game and going to try to beat my record for most orgasms in a day.

Game ends 03/01/25 at 11pm MST

Note game

Every note is an extra puff from the joint/cart

Every reblog is a bong rip

Every comment I'll edge for 5min

Every ask is a 5 min tdick pumping session

Every 10 notes I'll drink another glass of wine

□ 4/20 complete

Every 10 reblogs I'll edge for 1 hour on a vibe □1/10 complete

Rvery 10 comments I'll chug a cannabis drink

□ 1/10 complete

Every 5 asks I'll take a shot

□ 3/10 complete

Every 20 notes I'll warm my toy for 10 minutes

□ 2/10 complete

Every 25 reblogs I have to do a chore around the house naked

□ 0/8 complete

Every 25 comments is a gummy edible

□ 0/30 complete

Every 10 asks I'll do a nsft dare poll

□ 1/10 complete

Every 30 notes I'll edge for 15 minutes

□ 1/10 complete

Every 20 asks I'll take a picture to post askers choice

□ 0/10 complete

Every 40 notes complete any asks and comments that have tasks

□ 1/5 complete

Every 30 asks I can only touch myself how followers and mutals tell me too in asks or dms. notes and I'll smoke the entire blunt in one setting.

Every 50 notes I have to admit a fantasy to one of my ck buddies I've been to scared to ask for.

□ 1/4 complete

50 reblogs I'll go without bottoms for the day

50 Comments I'll have to go outside plugged up

50 asks I'll make a nsft gif

Every 75 notes. I'll post an audio of me going for the orgasm record.

□ 1/3 complete

75 asks I'll post a video of me grinding my pillow or one of of my friend thighs.

Every 100 notes I'll spank my cunt 50 times

□ 1/2 complete

100 reblogs I'll give my friend head in their car in public

100 comments I have to go to work plugged up

100 asks I'll post a vid of my friend playing with my chest.

Every 125 notes can only get off by humping and grinding for a month

125 asks I have to grind on a toy for an entire movie of the 125th persons choice without touching my tdick

Every 150 notes I'll edge for a week

150 reblogs I have to wear lingerie to the gym

150 asks I'll post a video of my friend filling me doggy

Every 200 I'll do a picture/ video request for every 200th person

I feel like this is already ambitious so if we get to 200 I'll add more.

Edited: commenter called me out on not putting a no spam rule. So I'll allow it to an extent

No more than 25 spam comments or reblogs so everyone has a chance to play.

[secretfreakyblog]

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ Get To Know Me ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

Hi~ My name is Sea Soda <3

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I am 22! I am nonbinary(they/them) and queer/ sapphic bisexual ⋆˚✿

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I am mainly a sub, but I am also a switch. I love to be dom as well just depends on the day and how inebriated i am hehe ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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I grew up severely Christian and am very new to this whole kinky thing~. And willing and wanting to learn more. I am very innocent presenting but if you follow me or take a gander at my blog you might think differently, but I swear I am very well behaved in real life. I'm just trying to learn new things about myself and document my dirty feelings on things. ˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚

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My DMs and Asks are always open!!

☆°dm rules, you are allowed to dm me anything, just please dont try and romance me and everything else is on the table <3

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You are allowed to try and hypnotize me <3

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If you would like to support me <3 Tips are always appreciated <3

Cashapp: $seasoda707

Throne: https://throne.com/seasoda

i do sell custom content as well made at request and for your eyes only 5$ minimum; dm for prices <3

face is never included

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this is my only tumblr nsft account

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!!if you are a minor and interact act with my account i will report you!!

!!DNI if you are a minor or a pedo or transphobic/homophobic!!!

[selfship-rp]

Welcome to Selfship Roleplayer Finder!! A tumblr blog dedicated to finding roleplays for selfshippers. That being said, this is not a proship safe space and I ask that you kindly leave.

Dividers by @ cafekitsune

-This is a blog meant solely for selfshippers, please no canon/canon requests (unless you’re fictionkin or an introject)!

-This blog is for all ages, that being said, adults only are allowed to mention nsft themes/plots in an ad, minors are asked to not interact with these, and if caught interacting with them, will be blocked.

-I wont include fandom tags unless asked, I will only be using the general selfship tags.

-Please no proship/similar themes.

-If I feel an ad goes against the rules, it will be deleted.

-Please respect nonsharers.

Given I have enough ads, the queue will be releasing 1 ad everyday! Happy roleplaying!!

[aladaylessecondblog]

The Whore AU - Voryn I

Author's Note: no nsft yet, but this girl getting collared.

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To the chief of the False Gods,

Consider the yearly offering no longer necessary. The one last sent has proven to be more valuable than first expected.

Vivec sucked in a sharp breath. No. This was not happening. Further investigation of the whore's background had given more hints, hints he REALLY thought the Temple should have noticed when investigating her in the first place. The corprus infection and recovery should have been noticed. SOMEONE should have seen something!

He went on reading and ignored certain insults. What came next was more alarming anyway.

Lord Voryn Dagoth, Dagoth Ur, will offer you a six-month truce under one condition: Send Nerevar's bones, of which we are certain you are possessed, to Kogoruhn.

Vivec waited until he was sure he was alone and screamed. He didn't have these outbursts as a rule, because they didn't help solve the situation...but it was impossible not to. They'd handed the Nerevarine to Dagoth Ur, offered unknowingly that very thing which drove him to do all that he did.

And it had been a whore. A fucking WHORE. Someone who had no reason not to accept some sort of counter-offer, someone who had admitted to the Temple she wouldn't mind getting out of the life. Or perhaps Dagoth Ur was simply refusing to let her leave - either way the result was the same.

The Sharmat had Nerevar back, and they had no choice but to send him the bones. Six months - they could do a lot with six months of truce.

Vivec took a deep breath and started a letter he would later hand to an ordinator, regarding a certain hidden chamber in the Puzzle Canal.

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Nerevar, sweet Nerevar had returned, practically been handed to him on a sacrificial platter, and here he was completely unprepared for it! Perhaps the woman was, too--she seemed aware of what was going on, yet confused about what it meant. She obeyed the commands the same as Nerevar always had, with the same eagerness - there was an echo there, the presence he meant to swell in its appearance.

The ash creatures were going through the several boxes of things - things left from the First Era, that had been carefully preserved. A few random robes (he would take one of those, too), old relics of House Dagoth miraculously preserved through the end of the First and the entire Second Era, collected.

But until he reached into the box and pulled out that strip of leather with the brass buckle on it, he was not content.

"Nerevar has returned to us," he said, directing his words to the ash creatures standing and watching him, "And this will be celebrated appropriately - but tomorrow."

He looked at the strip of leather.

"Tonight I do not wish to be disturbed."

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Sadara had no idea what was going on. She'd been kneeling for five minutes now and still Dagoth Ur hadn't returned. Perhaps this was part of his request...or his desire...he wanted to be waited on somehow. The roleplaying of being above her, even though he already was. Perhaps he meant to catch a worshiper at pray, sort of thing.

Just as she was thinking of getting back up, she heard footsteps and lowered her head.

"What is your name? Where have you lived?"

"Sadara," she said. "From Cyrodiil, but I lived in Ebonheart."

"Dragon-born, and far-star marked..." Dagoth Ur said it softly as he approached. "You have read the prophecies, I assume."

"No," she said, "People talk of them, but I've never read them. No point in it, considering..."

"As it turns out, there is every reason for you to have done so."

He stopped beside her.

"If I know who and what you are," he said, "It is no doubt that the Temple does as well. What have you told them?"

What was going on? Was this part of his little game? They'd discussed nothing as she'd done with the other brothers.

"I told one person I'd had corprus, but...I joked that I got better. And I turned down the potions of Cure Disease they offered me," she said, still not looking up.

"So they will know." There was a pause as he crouched beside her.

She shivered.

"What I want," he said, "Is what I had with Nerevar. You comprehend?"

"Somewhat. I don't--understand very well what's been happening. The commands in Ald Chimeris..."

Dagoth Ur spoke quietly as he reached out to wrap that strip of leather about her neck, and then fastened it, "Nerevar enjoyed very much being taken care of. As King he had always to be in control, to give commands to his people and his armies. It was to me he came when he needed to be free of that stress."

"What was the command that--?"

"Sit, boy." He stroked her hair, and then stood back up again. "The final test, the test that proved to me that you are what you are. That you are Nerevar, come back to me. No one else would react to those words that way, but Nerevar. Or his incarnate."

"The--Temple is going to kill me." She shivered again.

"No, no, we can't have that." A dark little chuckle came then, and he stood back up. "You clearly need this as much as Nerevar did. Now."

His tone shifted and he spoke in what she assumed was Ald Chimeris again.

"Follow."

Clearly, this was going to be a long night.

[whoishotteranimepolls]

Welcome! Requests are Closed

I post a lot of polls, all in the name of some good fun. Please stick to the rules. If you made a request I'm getting to it, but I am a full-time college student, so I am very busy.

Propaganda is welcomed. However, please be respectful.

Disclaimer: My rules state characters must be canonically over the age of 15 or assumed high schooler or adult. Now that means minors can and probably will be matched up against each other and against 18+ characters. Please don't come at me about that choice. These characters are fictional. You can't hurt them, and a blog like this isn't going to normalize preying on minors. YES, it's wrong in real life, but anime teenagers are not normal teenagers. I literally just finished an anime about an assassin trying to get back to his wife. He was 16 and had a wife. I swore he was at least 20, but sometimes anime ages don't make sense. Please don't start anything, or I will start blocking. But for those of you who don't want to participate in those polls, I will tag them with #minor poll so you can block all polls that have confirmed 15-17-year-old characters. So if you have a problem with this decision, block the tag and don't participate. Don't start crap I have ways of punishing people even if they cause issues anonymously that's why there is fandom jail.

Now, that does mean please, in your request, mark that there is a 15-17-year-old so I can add the special tag for the sake of everyone that doesn't want to participate in these polls. To clarify, if they started the series at 14 and ended the series at 16, they will still qualify for my polls.

Now if you see a character that is a minor and the poll is not tagged, please let me know. You can politely leave a comment or shoot me an ask and I will add the tag. Some people are not the best at letting me know their poll has a minor in it and needs the tag when they request

Characters, where age verification is complicated due to magic, time travel, other universe shenanigans, or the immortal child trope are accepted on a case-by-case basis and will be tagged with the #schrodingers minor just to be safe

If the ship is incest, whether it be adopted or blood I will have to tag it with #incest ship so So people can filter it out if they don't want to see it. So if you see a poll that needs it. Let me know in the comments. However, this does not include found family. Please do not try to argue that ships like Naruto/Sasuke or Zoro/Sanji or somehow incest. I have seen things on the internet so I have to clarify.

If you have particular photos in mind, you can submit them through the inbox. Now if you send photos please no photo links. They are unreliable. They frequently do not work. And because I try to only use official photos, I do not accept links to Facebook or Pinterest for photos

Polls that contain spoilers relating to any fandom will be marked with the tag #spoiler poll so you can go ahead and block it now Now if you see a poll that contains a spoiler you can leave a comment and I will mark it. People are also terrible at letting me know if things are spoilers.

Not sure if the show counts here. Is it a list of cartoons and anime-like shows and if can they be requested before you ask

Please be aware sometimes people are degenerate and love to respond to things, with unhinged thirst so those posts will be tagged with #spicy or #nsft if you would like to block those tag

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These can all be found under their respective title tags

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Fandoms vs Illiteracy, where I publish one of the many essays I receive asking me to ban certain characters or fandoms and due to their problematic nature or other stupid reasons. This can sometimes turn into a fierce debate

Defend Your Blurbo, (Series moved to sideblog) my bi-weekly series discussing how some people can find (insert Blorbo of the week) attractive. This can be funny. This can be stupid. Sometimes, this involves PHD level dissertations in defense of our favorite 2D characters. You never know what you're going to get. Also, look under the Defend your Blurbo response tag. That's where all my followers send their responses to the original Defend Your Blurbo post. Those can get wild! DyB Masterlist and Series rules and guidelines. This series is the reason I now have the #spicy and #nsft tags due to the amount of unhinged thirst that is NSFW so you can block those tags if you don't want to see it.

The Horny Scale (Series moved to sideblog) is a series where people ask where particular fandoms fall on the horny scale. I made details here, and the Masterlist. The series also use spicy tag system

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Sideblog for the thirsty non poll series @welcometothehornyjail

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All fandoms listed below are serving their jail sentence due to bad behavior. Here are the dates of when you can expect to see polls from these fandoms again

The jail is empty. Everyone has been on their best behavior. Let's keep it that way

[domreaderheadcannonscenarios]

Can I get some sub!Andrealphus headcanons please? 🥺 I love him so much but so much of his content is with him as dom

YESS IM SO HAPPY YO GET A REQUEST ON HIM!!

I did sfw and nsft bc I love him and wanted ti share personal hcs of him!!

Also I haven’t seen anyone do any sub for like, any characters??? There’s so few other blogs for sub charas in this fandom?! Like I found 6 blogs with sub charas…and I’m nearly half of them…(I have one hidden side blog I don’t publicly use I’ve been posting about on)

Andrealphus

Cw: eye licking (canon kink), gore mention, death mention, torture mention, horn play, mockery halo play, capture roleplay, bath ***,

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Sfw!:

You’re basically his only friend or family so he spends most his free time with you, even when he’s not hanging out with you he’ll often follow the group your with to keep you safe from a distance

He ask you to hold his hands in public so he doesn’t get lost, bump into someone or thing, or trip, even though he somehow notices when there’s items on the floor you don’t see and pulls you out of the way. He claims he just mis stepped as you clearly notice he avoids stepping in minor obstacles

He likes being close to you and loves you touching him, he sometimes just ask you to hold him, then he will just fall asleep and magically only wake up when you stop holding him

If you ever get tired he’ll give you a horseback ride (you have your legs around his hips and he holds your thighs while carrying you) all the way home. You notice he somehow doesn’t need you to warn him of any obstacles as he gently carries you, trying to avoid moving you as much as possible.

He feels bad for accidentally startling you a few times and to make up for it he pretends to be startled by you for your enjoyment. You have actually startled him a few times at to your amusement he visibly jumps when you run up from behind and hug him. He just doesn’t know how to react!

He’s good hearted but silly, and doesn’t know what humans like, so he starts giving you angel wings as gifts, but…they are preserved, he tells you they are valuable like that and that any devil (and a few angels) would want them for a high price

He doesn’t let angels get near you, in fact the angels usally are past tense when you finally get to see them, there isn’t a lot to see, just blood and angel remnants…though to your confusion the angels he takes wings from (for you not himself) have…been left alive and were at the mercy of the devils around them.

Nsft!

Canon kink: Oculophilia: deriving sexual pleasure from licking another persons eyeballs

He has tried to lick your eyes without asking before and upon freaking you out he’s confused, you come to the agreement he can only do it if your eyes are closed, it’s still weird and uncomfortable but he deeply enjoys it. He doesn’t do it often, and it’s usually if he’s in a mood and excited. When you did it back to him he actually just straight up creamed himself.

Sorry, the wings stay on during s*x, I don’t make the rules…

You’re his first…he actually never really had anyone to tell him what to do, so he genuinely just will let you do whatever you want and he practically just enjoys making you feel good, he’s a service sub

He is very quiet until you play with his horns, then he’s loudly moaning for you to keep going, where to rub, twist, scratch, etc. He does actually enjoy you playing with the halo, it’s tied to his horns with magic so he can feel you touch it through his horns

He…did sort of catch you off guard with requesting you to pretend to be an angel hunter, and he want to play as a angel and let you ‘torture’ him, then push it further to you only stopping once you ‘corrupt’ him into a fallen angel. (He uses his wings and halo for it.)

Andre likes when you do capture role plays, he enjoys being at your mercy, he even tries to teach you how to hogtie and other forms of restraining him.

You once started jerking him off in a bath and he now cant bathe with you without getting excited, he says it’s just an intimacy thing, since he’s not used to being so exposed

He will randomly ask to feel your face while you two are fucking since he wants to remember your expressions, he gets more excited if you let him

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Can I request body worship for AU Arthur Dayne x Targaryen reader where the rebellion was won?

She is married to her brother Rhaegar but he left her and she is angry at Arthur for helping him.

Sorry if it's a mess or doesn't meet the rules. I'm really trying🫣

Oooooh! Interesting! Now, in this story, the reader is not angry at Arthur at this point, but deeply unhappy over everything that happened. I hope you are ok with that.

“Hope”

Pairing: Arthur Dayne/Fem. Reader (AFAB | Sister/Former bride of Rhaegar Targaryen)

Prompt: Praise & Body Worship

Themes: Some angst | NSFT | Smut

Warnings: Major character death prior to the story | Targaryen marriage practices | Age difference | Mentions of divorce/annulment | Arranged marriage | Praise | Body worship | Kissing | Foreplay | Penetrative sex

Wordcount: 2.6K words

Minors DNI | 18+

Summary: After a month of being unhappily married, your relationship with Arthur Dayne moves toward a happier future.

A/n: In this AU, Targaryen loyalists win the war and crush Robert’s Rebellion. Rhaegar and Lyanna survive. Aerys perishes after falling on the blades of the Iron Throne when word of Rhaegar’s victory reaches him. Rhaegar is made king upon his return to King’s Landing. In order to bring the North and House Stark back into the King’s Peace, Rhaegar yields to the pressure brought down on him by everyone and agrees to cast aside his first wife and make Lyanna Stark his queen and sole wife instead. Lyanna’s child by him, a baby boy named Aenar Targaryen (Jon Snow in the books), is legitimized as he is the only child born to Rhaegar thus far. Rhaegar’s first wife is told to leave for a manse procured for her in Pentos. Ser Arthur Dayne, a knight of the Kingsguard who is forty-four, is released from his vows and is commanded to take the princess to wife. This story takes place toward the end of the 284th year After the Conquest, after Arthur marries the princess and takes her to their new home. 

A/n: Tannis is Taenira Narratys, a daughter of the prominent Narratys family of Pentos. She has served the princess (reader) since they were both children as her handmaiden.  

“Is the manse to your liking, sweetling?” Arthur said. He stood in the open doorway to the bedchamber, uncertain if he was to enter or not. “Do these rooms please you?” 

“They are more than adequate,” you responded, and you looked out of the window. The sun was already setting. Its light illuminated the tawny stone towers and walls of the great city of Pentos in glorious swathes of orange and pink, crimson and gold. Fisherfolk brought their boats to the shore, their nets filled with wriggling fish. They shouted merrily to those who had gathered on the docks with baskets in hand, promising the finest catch of the day for the right amount of silver and gold. Such sights and sounds pained you, for they reminded you of the moments you walked down to the bustling harbor of King’s Landing to watch the comings and goings of patched-up boats and mighty ships and their many sails.  

Arthur stayed where he was. “May I enter, sweetling?” 

You glanced over your shoulder at the imposing warrior you were commanded to take for a second husband. Arthur had made use of the bath chamber to wash and dress. His breeches and leather riding boots were new, and his tunic was of fine plum-colored Dornish linen. It awoke the color in his eyes. The Sword of the Morning was an uncommonly handsome man. He was also incredibly kind. Had your marriage to him begun under happier circumstances, you would have rushed into his arms. It had not, and so, you remained by the window. 

“This is your home as much as it is my own, ser,” you replied, returning your attention to the world beyond the walls of your new home. A Red Priestess called out from the open windows of a high tower. Her voice echoed through the city's western quarter in a hypnotic song, reminding the faithful of R'hllor that the time of prayer was almost at hand. “You can enter any chamber you wish.” 

“Husband,” Arthur entreated. "Please call me husband. Or Arthur.”

“Of course, ser,” you sighed, defeated. Arthur was your husband, bound to you by oaths sworn in the ways of old Valyria. They could never be broken; those who possessed the power to do so lived behind the Black Walls of Volantis, and they played no part in the wedding. They would not stir themselves to help anyway. You were a Targaryen, and those who held power in Volantis would never willingly aid a Targaryen.

“Tannis said the servants are preparing a meal for us,” Arthur said. He did not press the issue on how he should be addressed. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. “Would you care to sup with me?”

“I am not hungry, ser,” you murmured. 

Arthur crossed over to you. He reached out to touch you. Then, he thought better of it and dropped his hands. “You have not eaten a proper meal in many days,” he remarked, his voice full of concern. “Please, sweetling. Come and eat with me.”

“Why did you help him, ser?” You asked, your gaze resting on a procession of men and women arrayed in rich crimson robes. They were holding lit torches and leading others down a paved stone road to the shore, to light the great nightfire and perform the prayer of thanks to the Red God. “Why did you help Rhaegar flee with his… companion?” 

“I am, or was, a knight of the Kingsguard,” Arthur began, amazed by the restraint you still showed when talking of Lyanna, the woman Rhaegar forsook you for. “I swore to serve and obey, and Seven help me, I loved Rhaegar like a brother. I will offer no justification for the part I played in the ruin that was your first marriage and the abject humiliation that followed. We should have reasoned with the prince and urged him to remain steadfast to you. We did not.” 

“You did not,” you retorted, still wounded by what he and his sworn brothers once did. “Does that shame you, ser?” 

“More than you will ever know,” Arthur freely admitted. “It is also why I agreed to be released from my vows, and why I consented to take you for a wife.”

“Why, ser?” you then said, your curiosity piqued. Rhaegar revealed nothing to you and your mother until the ink had dried, and nothing could be done to reverse the royal edict Tywin Lannister issued on his behalf. “Why did Rhaegar make such an offer to one of the Kingsguard, when another high-born lord with wealth and titles to their name could have easily served?” 

“A high-born lord with wealth and titles could have been convinced to raise an army in your name,” Arthur explained. When he wed you, he swore to be loyal and truthful. He fully intended to honor his vows. “Those of us who followed him on his quest to flee with his companion, on the other hand, would not. Our families would not have acted contrary to our wishes. Forgive me. My words must pain you, but they are the truth.”

“I see. Rhaegar rid himself of me and chained me to you instead, a man who wed me out of shame and a duty to be carried out in the name of the Iron Throne, nothing more.” You laughed bitterly. “That certainly puts me in my proper place, ser.”

Arthur dared to touch you then. “Pray put such dark thoughts from your mind,” your husband urged, unable to bear to see you in such despair. He took your hand into his and led you to the bed. He bade you to sit on the edge, and he got down to his haunches, his hand still clasping yours. “I am not Rhaegar. And while our marriage may have begun on duty and my shame, it could be so much more than that.”

“How, ser?” You look down on the hand around yours. It was large and powerful, and it was callused from years spent wielding a fabled sword. Dawn rested upon an ornate rack affixed to one wall, nestled safely within a polished leather scabbard adorned with milky white diamonds smoothed to flat discs. “How do you propose to do such a thing?”

“By atoning for my share in wronging you,” Arthur explained. He drew closer, heartened by you not pulling away and demanding that he leave, something you had done other times. “By keeping you safe and content. By tending to your happiness, soothing you when you are troubled, and satisfying your desires in the bedchamber.”

“Rhaegar never cared for what I desired,” you confessed after a moment. Arthur was once Rhaegar’s friend. He would not think highly of you speaking poorly of the prince. Still, stating it felt liberating. “He was gentle, to be sure, and he kept away the nights I wished to be by myself, but he never truly concerned himself with what I desired. I am not even certain of what I desire anymore.”

Arthur held his tongue. Now was not the moment to apportion more blame and distress you even further. It could be dealt with another time. 

“Perhaps we can discover that together, sweetling.” Arthur settled on his knees and straightened himself. Every aspect of his marriage and its success hinged on how he approached a matter as delicate as sharing pleasures, how you answered, and how he conducted himself after that. “May we do so?”

Nearly half a year had passed since Lyanna was escorted into King's Landing, and you were ordered to step aside and then made to take a knight of the Kingsguard for a husband. And for the turn of the moon you had been wed, Arthur had been nothing but patient. He never claimed his rights as a husband, and he did not ask you to fulfill your duties as a wife. Nevertheless, it had to be done. You could not elude your duty to him forever. 

“Very well, ser,” you said and closed your eyes. “Let us begin then.”

Arthur took the lead. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was soft, and his mouth tasted of mint and cloves. You were surprised by how tender it was.

“Stand, sweetling,” Arthur said, rising. “I need to take off your clothing and mine.”

You trembled, and you obeyed. Arthur helped you to your feet and moved behind you to untie ribbons, remove pins, and unfasten buttons. He was skilled at the task, and he did not fumble in the slightest. Your girdle was the first to fall to the floor, then your gown, and then your shift, a confection of silk that slid down your arms and pooled about your feet. A moment of silence followed before you heard boots being removed and the rustle of linen and leather as your husband undressed. Goosebumps spread over your limbs while you stood there, nearly exposed in only your smallclothes. Arthur stroked your arms when you moved to cover your breasts with your hands.

“Do not be afraid of me,” he whispered into your ear. “I will not harm you.”

You swallowed and turned around, flushing when Arthur tilted your chin with the crook of his finger, compelling you to look at him. Arthur was tall—taller than even Rhaegar. His golden skin was marred with a patchwork of scars, yet they did not diminish his comely appearance. His eyes slowly drifted over your body. It was as if he was drinking all of you in.

“You are beautiful, sweetling,” Arthur professed with reverence. “Rhaegar is a fool to have forsaken you.”

“You lie, ser,” you blurted out, unable to believe what he just said.

“I do not lie,” Arthur returned solemnly. “You are beautiful, and Rhaegar truly is a fool. If I had been him, I would not have given the Stark girl a second glance, let alone run after her.”

“Pretty words, ser,” you declared, “but they are words still. You are also a man, and you possess the appetites other men possess. What is to stop you from seeking the companionship of your own Lyanna Stark?”

Arthur gathered you into his arms. “I neither seek nor desire the companionship of others,” he husked. “Why should I, when I already have a companion as wondrous as you to turn to?”

You blushed despite yourself. Arthur smiled as understanding dawned. Praise was what he needed to make the way ahead easier this night, and praise was what he intended to use to set you at ease with him. He ran his hands up your back and then down your hair.

“Your skin feels like cream,” Arthur breathed. “Your hair reminds me of silk; it is that soft. But wait, sweetling,” he said when you moved to turn away. “Do not turn to the bed just yet. There is more.”

“Yes, ser.”

He took your hands, kissed each and every one of your fingers, and then placed them by your sides. He caressed the soft swell of your breasts and brushed his thumbs over your nipples until your breath hitched and your skin began to tingle. He kissed your brow, your cheek, and the curve of your throat. He moved even lower, down the cleft between your breasts and onto your belly, his lips and his tongue leaving a damp, hot trail in their wake. When he knelt to pull down your small clothes, your heart was racing away in your chest.

“Do you want me to go on, sweetling?” Arthur looked up at you, his hands gripping your thighs.

You could no longer speak. A strange and powerful spell had been cast over you. It robbed you of your speech and made you crave more of what was done before. Still, you managed to nod, gasping when Arthur rose, picked you up, and carried you to bed. He left your side briefly to light a fire in the hearth to drive away the gathering gloom. When he returned, strange chants could be heard in the distance. You paid little heed to them. The warmth of the man moving over you had captured your every thought.

“You are beautiful,” Arthur repeated, bringing his weight down on you. “And you are mine. Just like I am yours. Close your eyes, sweetling. I will see to the rest.”

Again, you obeyed, but eagerly this time, twining your arms around Arthur’s waist, spreading your legs, and resting them over his thighs. Once, you would not have even deigned to do such a thing, so wroth were you with him aiding Rhaegar fleeing to Dorne with Lyanna. And yet, Arthur had been patient throughout, seeing to your comfort as best as he could, even during those dark moments when you raged at him and gave into your sorrow. Now, a change had come. It promised to drive away sadness and rage and let joy replace them. You yielded to it in the end, just as you yielded to the one who wished to belong to you by more than just oath.

“You are glorious,” Arthur groaned, bracing his hand by your shoulder and guiding himself into the wet heat of your body. When he sank his cock fully, you let out a transported whine. It inflamed him. “And you are doing so well, sweetling. So well. Hold on to me.” 

He began to move. Each thrust sent flashes of red-hot pleasure surging up your spine, and when you cried out, Arthur praised you and encouraged you to continue. Never had you felt this way before, so wild and wanton and free. You clutched desperately at your husband's shoulders, your nails scouring his flesh when he slipped his other arm around your lower back and drove you further and further into bliss. Arthur was the first to orgasm. He shook and sobbed out your name. The sound overcame you so much that it brought about your own unraveling. You moaned, long and low and deep, as you came. Then you opened your eyes, and you found yourself drowning in a sea of lilac that had been set alight. It was for you. All of it was for you. Soon, it all came to an end, and Arthur went still.

He rolled off you after hearing a soft knock on the door. “Supper is ready, my lord,” Taenira said from the other side. “Would you and the princess like to have it on the terrace? The weather is quite fine.”  

“Have it sent to this chamber, Tannis,” Arthur said, and he took you into his arms. “Will you eat with me now, sweetling?” 

“Yes, ser,” you said, having discovered something that passed for an appetite. When you looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed you. Then he laughed softly when your stomach rumbled. 

“Husband, sweetling,” Arthur said, his chest still heaving from exertion. “Call me husband. No matter. There is time enough for that.” He grew silent for a while, as if he were deep in thought. At length, he added, “Pray open your heart to me. I will give you no cause to doubt me, or my intentions toward you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. To open your heart to him was a notion you had not even considered until now. Still, what took place between you and him gave you pause, and made you look at him a little differently. Arthur may have aided Rhaegar, you reminded yourself, but he was not Rhaegar himself. You dared to allow yourself to hope. 

“You have been good to me,” you allowed, “but I…I will need time.”

“I am more than prepared to give you that,” Arthur said. “Come closer, sweetling. Let us rest a little until Tannis returns with our meal.”