#poppy wright smut

[lucysgraybird]

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vampire!poppy wright x alex nilsen x vampire!reader

warnings: i don't care that this is straying from the source material, explicit smut, bloodplay, don't worry too much about positions, honest to god i just want them both so bad,

It was five years to the day that Poppy had turned you into a vampire in a moment of desperation that you found yourself with her tongue in your mouth in front of a very attractive, if mortal, man. No matter how long the three of you had been together, Alex always claimed just watching like this made him antsy. He said it made him feel like he was interrupting something, though it was plain for anyone to see that his body had a far less apprehensive reaction to the sight than his brain.

In a particularly desperate clash of teeth and tongue after coming up for air, one of Poppy's fangs slides over the swell of your bottom lip and slices the delicate skin. Her hands crush your hair like velvet where they're cradling your skull at the taste of your blood. When you open your eyes, it's a treat to watch her pupils blow. Hooking your tongue over the small cut, you glance over to Alex, whose anxious desire is pressing against the zipper of his slacks in a way that has to ache. Poppy's gaze is hazy, darting lazily from your lips to the slope of Alex's neck, tracing over where his pulse thrums beneath lean muscle.

"Alex, darling,” you start. "Come here."

He moves immediately, as though a puppet master has yanked his strings. There's a flurry of action, a complicated dance of getting Poppy to move enough for Alex to fit between you through her sanguine inebriation, drunk and desperate off of a single drop. Eventually, though, both of them are maneuvered into place, Alex with his head on your chest and Poppy in his lap. She leans forward, nudging against his insistent erection as she scrapes her teeth down where his carotid artery lays. It's like he's been stuck with a thousand needles, the way every muscle in his body jumps and he groans out a thick noise somewhere between pleasure and pain.

"Can I?" Poppy asks, her mouth already open. If you squint, you can imagine the twinkle in her eye pricking cartoonishly on the tip of her fangs as they catch the flickering candlelight. When Alex nods, you pet his curls off his forehead and slide your hand over his face to cup his jaw, guiding his chin up and out of the way.

"Deep breath," instructs Poppy, and you and Alex take one in unison. He's preparing for the ache of teeth sinking into the side of his neck, for the dizzying rush of blood leaving his body. You're preparing for the dangerous, erotic sight of Poppy's mouth pressed open to his throat, for the trails of claret that will fill the lines of her lips like water through a ravine. She latches on.

The reaction is immediate. Alex's hips jerk up against Poppy's and she outright moans against his skin. You wonder, briefly, if he can feel it through the puncture wounds in the same way you can feel his sounds when his face is buried in your pussy. In a second burst of curiosity, you slide your hand between them, squiggling your fingers to hike Poppy's skirt and slip your hand into her underwear. She's slick, you knew to expect that much, but there's a heat and a swelling that hasn't been there when you've done this in the past. Perhaps it's the active influx of extra blood and her body directing it where it's needed, but whatever the reason, when you begin to work your fingers over her clit, she and Alex make twin sounds of pleasure. The way she's pressed to his front means that you can't move your hand against her without also rubbing him.

Obviously, you double down on the effort.

All too conscious of the limits of his body, Poppy soon pulls off a blissed Alex. Her lips and chin glisten with his liquid life, and you can see the way she's pooled some in the space between her lower gums and cheeks. As her hips squirm against your hand, chasing the ardent friction you're providing her, she leans forward and kisses the metallic flavor of your shared lover into your mouth. The blood pours from her mouth into yours and it's like every one of your nerves has been set on fire. Alex's shirt on your skin and the way he's writhing slightly, the trickle of spilled blood over your clavicle -- it's all felt tenfold, and the realization of this heightened sensation, something you always forget until the moment it's happening, encourages you to curl your fingers forward and into Poppy, plying pleasure from that gummy spot deep inside her. The immediacy is that of a lightning strike, her muscles going rigid when she comes with a strangled cry. It's beautiful -- her joy, her pleasure, obviously, but superficially too. Blood decorates her neck like rubies; her eyes are as bright and alive in spite of her nature. Though she cannot show up in photographs, you try to save her like this in a corner of your undying mind.

It's now that you redirect your attention to Alex, who is so close that it's visible in every twitch of his muscles. You lave the corner of his mouth with yours, so uncoordinated it can hardly be counted as a kiss, like you're trying to press some of his sapped energy back into his recovering body. Through this, you fish his aching cock from his pants and even just that coaxes a sound from him that's almost a sob of relief. It takes not a moment before he's bending his chin to his chest with a groan and spilling over your hand. The movement forces twin droplets of blood from the quickly healing wounds on his neck, and Poppy leans forward to catch them on her tongue. When you swipe your tongue over your fingers, revelling in the flavor of their combined releases, your eyes catch on the way the white and clear dripping from your hand gets streaked with the remaining red from your mouth. Blood-dipped pearls and diamonds, maybe, or something more precious: a love that refuses to be buried despite death.

RAAA i got jumpy posting this i meant to say big up @spideyhexx @phantomamor @outlawdaydream @milliesfishes for key development of this concept :))) love you guys

[soleilnomoon]

Hiya!! I’m absolutely in love with this event you’re doing and wanted to put in an order with you if possible 🥲❤️

Can I please have a glazed donut with caramel and a touch of whipped cream, a Neapolitan rose cake with poppy seeds and whipped cream and a #1 (Kidd) from the secret menu?

For a f!reader (Gn reader is also perfect, whatever you’re comfortable with!)

Thank you so so much!!

hihi!! ty for being patient with my very slow writing 😭💓 anyway i love kidd he's so fun to write and he's just so silly being grumpy like that all the time. i wrote this like i was possessed so i hope you enjoy 😊also as u know enemies 2 lovers is my shit, i love it sfm.

3.3k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, enemies 2 lovers, hurt/comfort, a splash of angst (nothing major it's so tame i promise maybe), and fluff if pretend real good (jk it's there somewhere); feat. oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, kid being a bigass bully but reader dishes it back, kid is a mean bitch when he's jealous but what's new, reader likes it ok; is this toxic??? maybe a lil idk, i'm into it ok. both of them need to do better; killer makes a brief cameo! (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes, no u didn't :))

“listen, memory’s got a hard heart and a soft head. / whatever light the eye sees, the heart says dark, dark, dark.” — charles wright

an empty beer bottle shatters on impact the moment eustass kid chucks it at the wall near your head; thankfully your keen senses allow you to miss the attack, just barely.

“care to explain,” you say as carefully and as cordially as you can, teeth grinding against each other every time you pause to calm yourself, “why the entire fuck did you throw that at me?” you keep your distance from your hot-tempered captain, staring fiercely at him, not at all fazed by his intimidating presence.

kid pours himself a glass of scotch and ignores you altogether, grunting noisily before downing the drink all at once.

“kid,” your tone is anything but amiable, he can taste your annoyance even from across the room; everyone had cleared the kitchen once you and kid started arguing — the crew has been privy to one too many explosive fights and they were tired of breaking them up. when it doesn’t look like he’s going to answer truthfully, you roll your eyes and toss your hair over your shoulders. “know what? i’m done, i’m leaving this stupid ship, because there’s no way i’m going to survive with a shitty captain like you.” the words leave your mouth much too fast, spurned by the two glasses of wine you had previously.

you weren’t even mad that he threw the bottle, you were used to the outbursts and you were equally as destructive as he was — much to the chagrin of your crew mates, who constantly reminded the two of you to figure something out quickly.

kid knows better than to encourage you to leave, even though the words touch the tip of his tongue, but he thinks better of it and says nothing. instead, he fills another glass and drinks again.

“do whatever you want,” he dismisses you with a wave of his hand, eyes closing as he lounges on a chair lazily. he doesn’t mean it, of course, but you decide to interpret that as him giving you permission. bile rises to the back of your throat, and you will yourself not to let a single tear fall. you sniff loudly and turn your face away before storming out of the kitchen.

you bump into killer on your way out, but before he can ask what’s wrong you run off. he doesn’t chase after you as he has a sinking feeling that you and kid had yet another fight that requires his mediation.

a thankless job if anyone were to ask him.

he finds kid with his eyes closed and a frown stitched onto his face. killer sits across from his captain and sighs loudly.

“start from the beginning,” he says smoothly, watching kid carefully to see if he’s actually going to give him the whole story this time.

kid doesn’t move for a long moment, but he knows he can’t avoid killer so he relents. he tries not to think about the shape of your mouth, or the curve of your hips; he tries and tries and tries, but he can’t get your face out of his head.

“it’s not a big deal,” kid says gruffly, voice low, irritation spiking all over again when he slams the glass on the wooden table — the force of it rattling the furniture nearby.

killer crosses his arms against his chest and fixes kid with a steely glare, one that penetrates through his mask. still, kid insists on pleading his case.

“you know she argues with me on purpose, why are you always on her side?” he will never understand; if anything, his crew should side with him always. loyalty above all else, after all. there’s no legitimate reason for why you and kid are always at each other’s throats — it’s probably because you’re more alike than you think and your stubbornness always clashes with his; he’s also controlling and bossy, pigheaded and a pain in your ass.

and yet, there you are, sighing in defeat as you press your face into your pillow and try not to scream.

the funny thing is, as much as you both like to deny it, everyone can see that this is pent up sexual frustration that will implode sooner rather than later. kid would rather gut himself than admit that he likes you, would rather swallow nails for ninety days before confessing to you first. similarly, you hate the idea of him having this sort of power over you — that’s what you tell yourself anyway; if he knew how much you liked him, then you’d never hear the end of it.

his ego knows no bounds and you don’t know if you’d be able to tolerate him being that smug around you.

still, you’re sorely tempted to just tell him and get it off your chest; maybe if he sees where you were coming from, then he’ll ease up. you doubt it, though. while you’re not oblivious to the heated looks that kid gives you, if you give into that desire, there’s no coming back from it unscathed.

your poor battered heart can only take so much, you need to protect it from men like him — men who come in like storms, wrecking your life without remorse.

killer’s lecture only pisses kid off even more, but his best friend has never steered him wrong, so he takes his advice seriously. his issue with you is so painfully simple that if you knew you’d make fun of him forever — at least, that’s what he thinks anyway.

his attraction to you has only grown stronger over the years and you have an iron grip on him without even realizing. he fucks other people to get you out of his head and it only gets worse. you tried your best to flirt around in the hopes of finding someone to take your mind off him, but everyone you meet pales in comparison.

there’s never anything wrong with them — they’re just, so nice, so… tame. and you hate that kid has gotten you accustomed to a certain kind of chaos that you crave without meaning to. you know that you’re much too intense for just anyone to handle, so you don’t try that hard anymore. for some reason, this pleases kid more than it should. he actively sabotages anyone’s interest in you for the sole purpose of keeping you to himself, all without telling you, of course.

killer wants to tell you to wise up about kid, but knows that it’s not worth it; you won’t listen to reason anyway, will you?

you like to lie to yourself and say that you hate him, but you know you don’t. and kid doesn’t want to admit that part of the reason why he likes you so much is because you’re dismissive around him and are one of the few people who dares to talk back to him. he likes that part of you so much that he’s sure it’s an unhealthy obsession at this point — hence why he’s always acting out whenever you’re nearby.

you know you should just let it go, try to find a middle ground with him — and he keeps telling himself that if he fucks you once, maybe you’ll calm down and stop nagging him so much.

one can only hope, right?

after docking the ship on a small island, you take to exploring around the closest town. the others follow kid to a pub and drink heavily. because it’s packed inside, kid opts to finish his drink outside, where the breeze caresses his skin gently; he finds solace in the cool evening temperature and almost heads back in when he hears laughter.

a few feet away, you’re standing with an unknown man — a civilian from town, most likely — smiling like a mischievous cat, batting your eyelashes and touching his arm every so often. kid narrows his eyes, jaw clenched as he finishes his drink, his anger steadily rising at the sight.

you’re in the middle of accepting a date, when kid calls your name out. loudly.

you try to ignore him, but you know that he’ll only be tempted to do something outrageous so you apologize to the stranger and stomp over to your nosy ass captain.

“what do you want now? can’t you see i’m busy.” your face is flushed from embarrassment — and the stranger leaves once he sees the fierce look kid gives him from over your head — and anger, a deadly combination that makes you look every bit as cute as you are alluring.

 he wishes you’d stop being attractive so he can get over you quickly; but yet there you are, fussing at him without a care in the world. your lack of fear only makes him want you more. he licks his lips and motions for you to follow him back to the ship.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you say, holding your ground and not moving an inch.

kid swivels on his heels and his audacity reaches new bounds when he says, “either you walk on your own or i carry you. either way, you’re getting back on the fucking ship.”

something about that stirs something forbidden inside of you, a wicked heat that makes you squirm a bit under his gaze. if you don’t comply that’ll complicate things, but if you do that’ll only mean you’re giving in to his demands and you don’t want that.

right?

lips parted, an argument rolls onto your tongue, but he grabs your face roughly with his hand and stops you from saying another word. “i’m serious.” and you know he is. you swallow hard and nod, following after him quietly, heart beating much too fast. you tell yourself you’ll make it out of this in one piece, but you make the mistake of following kid back to his room, all of your self-preservation thrown out of the window when you close the door behind you and sigh.

kid’s anger nearly blinds him; he didn’t think he’d ever be that jealous, but he saw the way your soft features were illuminated in the moonlight, and it became painfully obvious that he wanted you to look at him like that too. but, again, stubbornness and cowardice work in tandem, making it easy for him to avoid that sort of vulnerability for the time being.

“you can’t keep bossing me around, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” your words come out sharp, but your voice lowers when he steps closer to you and backs you against the door. “you also can’t get jealous because you and i aren’t dating.” this is the first time you’ve actually said that out loud to him; he considers your words, but only chuckles darkly in response.

“and that’s where you’re wrong.”

you stare at him, wide-eyed; what an impossible man. whatever residual irritation you have steadily dissipates, as you try to tell yourself that fucking eustass kid will only bring you more headaches. but then he pushes his leg in between yours, and then you’re leaning into him, back arching, chest heaving the moment he kisses you.

there’s nothing delicate about the way kid handles you; with brutish strength, he rips through most of your clothes, laughing when you shriek and chastise him over it. he kisses you repeatedly, tongue swiping against yours playfully as he grabs your ass. heat courses through your body viciously, making you pull away so you can unbuckle and unzip his pants, stroking his stiff cock without prompting, admiring the length and thickness.

this man will be the death of you, that much is certain. but you’re going to enjoy the ride the entire time regardless.

you sink to your knees, the wooden floor cool against your skin. you run your tongue along the length of his cock, soft hands massaging his balls with skill and ease. kid fights to not moan your name, instead opting to tug on your hair roughly. “stop teasing me,” he says in a low, gravelly voice, lust fueling his thoughts and actions.

he’s trying to be considerate, but at the pace you’ve set, he has half a mind to just take over; but he lets you have the reigns briefly, watching you with half-lidded eyes, tongue gliding along his bottom lip as you suck on the thick head of his cock.

“fuck.”

you take that as confirmation to continue, looking up at him, desire burning through you as you open your mouth and slacken your jaw to take in more of him. whatever you can’t fit in your mouth, you compensate by using your hands. his hips jerk forward, and he braces his heavy, mechanical arm against the door, while his other hand grabs onto your hair and tugs you off him.

“make it sloppy,” he says roughly, and you squeeze your thighs together, plush lips parted as you exhale deeply. you know better than to disobey that command, so you give him what he wants, bobbing your head up and down his cock, hands twisting and pumping around the base. your saliva coats his length and he sucks in a harsh breath when you moan and suck on his tip, persistent and playful.

he ends up thrusting into your mouth, cock gliding further down your throat with his help. you let him fuck your face, his groans loud, vibrating along your skin, making your pussy slick with your arousal. his hips jerk forward, his breathing uneven as you hold onto his thighs for support. if he doesn’t fuck you soon, you might pass out honestly. he knows if he continues, he’ll only end up cumming in your mouth and he doesn’t want that just yet.

when he tosses you onto the bed, you get on all fours, tempting him with your ass — that he’s admired for far longer than necessary — you look over your shoulder at him, lips swollen from his kisses. he thinks you look pretty like that, a dazed look on your face, insatiable in your desire for him. he’s in the same exact boat as you, muscles tensing as he pulls the rest of his clothes off.

you shiver slightly, rub your lips together and let out a shrill whimper when he licks along your slit, your arousal dripping onto his tongue once it slides in between your folds. you don’t think you’ve ever had someone taste you like that — like you’re a coveted fruit, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t devour you whole right now. kid eats your pussy with fervor, leaving open-mouthed kisses and slurping messily.

grabbing at the bed sheets, you make an attempt to shift away from him, but he holds you steady, tongue circling dangerously around your throbbing clit. you yelp, cry out loudly, and beg for more.

he hums absently, before he slides a thick finger inside of you, pumping it in and out, watching as you fuck yourself against his hand once he inserts another finger. he scissors them recklessly, and you shamelessly buck against him before he swaps his fingers for his tongue.

“yes, fuck, right there,” you chant, breathing erratic as you chase the high that kid is dangling right in front of you. he’s barely holding on himself, but he has a point to prove. he swipes at your clit again, flicking his tongue against it before sucking on it hard. a flash of white blinds you, and when you cum forcefully enough to make you slump over.

still, kid’s not done with you.

he admires all the marks he’s left along your thighs and ass, smiling to himself haughtily. you know he’s probably grinning like a fool right now and you don’t even care to argue with him about it. you rub your ass against his cock once before he thrusts his cock inside of you; he grants you a bit of mercy, pausing so you can adjust to his girth before snapping his hips forward and fucking you at a merciless pace.

with a hand on your back, kid bucks his hips roughly against yours; your thighs tremble and your voice grows hoarse from how loud you’re moaning for him. the walls in the rooms aren’t thick, so no doubt some of your crew mates have heard you already — not that you care about any of that right now anyway.

his balls slap against you with each stroke, his cock burrowing deeper inside your cunt without remorse. he grabs you by the back of your hair and pulls you flush against his chest, back arching as he powers into you with short, frenzied thrusts. your pussy is soft and warm around him, making him think irrational, impossible things — making him want to be different with you.

the pads of his fingers are rough when they rub against your clit, and he wraps an arm around you to keep you close as he fucks you faster. sweat pools at your temples, the room is hot but not uncomfortable. he pushes you down onto the bed, pulling out of you momentarily and panting lightly. when he enters you again this time, he plunges in deep enough to have you babbling incoherently as tears glide down your round cheeks.

he laughs at your whimpering. “big baby,” he says teasingly, the taunt dark with intent. “all that mouth but you can’t take my cock, what a damn shame.” you know he’s joking, but your face burns with shame anyway.

“shut up,” you manage to say with great difficulty, moaning shamelessly as he rolls his hips against yours. kid presses a kiss to the side of your neck, and you’re surprisingly okay with the intimacy — and he is too.

strange. very, very strange.

it’s when he angles his cock like that that you cum again, clenching around his girth, holding him hostage as his thrusts become sloppier and frenetic. there’s a feral possessiveness that he exudes when he rolls you onto your back and throws your legs over his shoulders. you barely have the strength, but you do your best to keep up, hips lifting to meet his menacing strokes, pussy squelching loudly.

his bed sheets are soaked, but he doesn’t care; all he cares about is this. you. he realizes that now — very belatedly, but still. he finds himself tipping over the edge when you lean up to kiss him sweetly, almost affectionately. he meant to pull out so he could cum on your stomach and thighs but doesn’t, he cums inside you instead.

it’s thick and hot, you whimper against his lips pathetically, nails clawing along his back, head spinning from the intense way he fucked you.

after a minute or so, he pulls out and clarity hits him. you look over at him as he stretches out on his large bed, lazy like a mountain lion, eyes closed briefly. you wonder if this is where you get kicked out and you dread the walk back to your room — especially since kid rudely ruined your clothes. he feels you shift on the bed, arms and legs shaky as you sit up. he frowns, not liking the idea of you leaving and grabs onto your arm, tugging you towards him gently.

although with a man as large as him, his idea of gentle is different than most. you find yourself laying on top of his chest, confused but also content, smiling secretly as you duck your head to avoid his gaze. he plays with your hair before yawning.

“i was going to—”

he pulls you closer and you clamp your lips together, afraid of saying anything else that might disrupt whatever peace has settled between you two.

kid hesitates only for a moment before saying, “stay.” it’s almost cute, the way he’s suddenly very demure, as if the idea of asking anyone to stay over has never occurred to him. but he knows that if he lets you leave, then things might go back to normal, and he doesn’t want that.

not that he knows what he wants exactly, but that’s beside the point. he’ll figure it out in due time, but for now, he’ll enjoy having your body next to his.

[the-1who-n3vr-writes]

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(Also, just a heads up, i take forever to write. I mean it. I take F O R E V E R to REPLY TO ATLEAST ONE REQUEST.)

Requests: Closed…

Fandoms!

(Its only a bit..)

(TDD) The dummy’s dummy

— Paris

— Polakov (still slightly struggling with his personality)

— Yumi Wright (PLATONIC. P L A T O N I C.)

— Lily Lalah

— Iris Lalah

— Darla

— Dorothy

— Nora and Atsuko Wright

— That Soldier toy / Timmy

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(TADC) The amazing digital circus

— Jax (of course)

— Ragatha

— Zooble

— Pomni

— Kinger

— Caine

— Gangle

— Kaufmo

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(WH) Welcome home

— Wally

— Julie

— Howdy

— Barnaby

— Eddie

— Frank

— poppy

— Sally

What i will write:

Angst (im a sucker for angst /srs)

Polyamorous relationships

Romantic relationships

Platonic relationships

Light Suggestive content

Yandere

Headcannon’s

Comedy

Reader requests

Oneshots

Horror

part for part oneshots (?)

Gore

Oc’s x char

Tropes (ex: Enemies to lovers, etc.)

What i will NOT write:

Proshipping

Character x character (srry, this is an x reader only blog.)

Bad shit

Character x Oc

Any smut. Sorry, but go find another blog to dump your lustful tendencies.

ANY, unheathy k!nks.. (ex: piss k!nks)

(You get my point shdhhd)

[lexxwithbooks]

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[the-evcnstar-archive]

Wanted Ships (FC edition)

Vi que alguien hizo esto una vez y me pareció una buena idea, por último para organizar un poco todos los ships que quiero o que se me han ocurrido en algún momento de la life.

Si alguien está interesado, lo único que pido es que con la mano en el corazón, saben que vana rolearlo y no responder dos veces y después desaparecer del plot por cinco meses. Y también variedad en el rol, no solo smut todo el rato porque cansa. También pasa que me siento más cómoda con mutuals PERO siempre estoy abierta a conocer a nuevas personas so...ESTA LISTA PUEDE SER ACTUALIZADA.

*En negrita está el faceclaim que quiero llevar yo.

Estér Expósito x Jaime Lorente (para esta tengo un plot específico pensado basado en las canciones Love the Way You Lie partes 1 y 2 de Rhianna y Eminem porque me gusta sufrir)

Amber Heard x Harry LLoyd

Lindsy Fonseca x François Arnaud

Lily James x Michiel Huisman

Lily James x Richard Madden

Lily James x Armie Hammer

Lily James x Josh Dylan

Lily Collins x Jamie Campbell Bower

Letitia Wright x Michael B. Jordan

Ivana Baquero x Jon Kortajarena

Ivana Baquero x Austin Butler x Poppy Drayton (yep, OT3)

Poppy Drayton x Austin Butler

Ana de Armas x Chris Evans