#so not sure whether I’ll have time to write for pleasure for a little while

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Thorough

aemond x preg!sister!wife!reader 

Summary: Aemond is overprotective while you’re pregnant but never ceases to make sure you have everything you need and are well satisfied. 

Warnings: 18+ p in v, oral(f receiving), swearing, bondage(but like not intense? idk!), nipple play, lactation kink, breeding kink, description of birth but not super intense 

Authors Note: i’ll literally secure this man’s line whether it’s 1 or 20 kids idec, im not ready to write a full birth scene yet, this is me testing the waters since im going to write a literal "x preg!reader" series soon

Word Count: 3.6k

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“And you’re positive?” Aemonds voice carries through the maesters chambers as I lay back on the bed. 

“With all of my years of study and her symptoms they both are telling me yes, my Prince.” he nods his head. 

My hands hold onto my lower abdomen as my head spins. I’m with child already and we’ve only been wed one turn of the moon. Aemond has been very thorough waiting for this news so I can’t say I’m surprised. A smile splits across my face as his hand joins mine. 

Aemond is quickly pulling me up to my feet and ushering me out of the maesters chambers as he shouts after us to send word to him if we need any help. He has us down the stairs and turning the corner to our chambers hauling me along with him. 

“Aemond slow down.” I giggle as he tugs me into our chambers. 

His lips are on me the instant he turns to me. He starts pulling off my dress and backing me to the bed. I squeak as I fall back onto our bed as he starts to undress before me. He’s crawling over me in no time and I feel his hardened length against my thighs. His hands roam all over my body stopping at my breasts. 

“I cannot wait to see these swell with milk.” he rolls my nipples between his fingers. “Along with your stomach round with our child.” he groans as he captures my nipple with his mouth. 

My breasts have been more sensitive than usual, which was the first sign. Aemond refuses to leave them alone and turns me into a whimpering mess any chance he can get. As he suckles I push my chest up into his face as I hold him to me. 

“Gunna fuck you until you’re full of my seed just to make sure you’re with child.” he mumbles against my chest and I squirm beneath him. 

He kisses back up my neck and lets a hand travel down to my core. He slides his fingers down my slit and chuckles at my wetness. He dips two long fingers into me and I let out a shaky breath. He brings his thumb up to swirl slowly around my bud and I clench around his fingers. I come undone and he’s quickly replacing his fingers with his length. 

“Already squeezing me so good.” he groans as he rolls his hips. “Can’t get enough of my seed can you, my greedy little wife?” he pants as he starts to pound into me.

“Aem, please,” I whine as I cling to him. 

He captures my lips as he continues with his fast pace. I whimper into his mouth as I feel pleasure sneak up and wash through me. His hips slow as they start to pump into me slowly, hitting deep within me. He rests his forehead against mine as our hips meet seeking more pleasure. I feel his warmth start to spread throughout me as I moan holding him close. He continues to grind his hips into me as he keeps pushing his seed into me. 

Our pants mingle as he slowly settles in me. My body is vibrating as he refuses to pull out leaving me completely full of him. He rests above me and we kiss each other desperately. After a couple minutes I feel him start to harden again inside me. I whine as I feel him start to move his hips once more. 

“You can take it.” he grunts as his fingers start to swirl around my bud. 

Between his fingers and his slow pumps I’m clenching around him again. After I come down I can feel that he’s fully hard and I feel him smile against my neck as he starts to rut into me. I’m whimpering beneath him as he continues to circle my sensitive bud. 

“Aemond I can’t-“ my body starts shaking from pleasure and he chuckles lowly. 

“You can.” he purrs as his hips start to move even quicker. 

A moan tears through me as I explode around him and I feel him begin to fill me once more. My eyes squeeze shut as pleasure continues to course through me in waves. He settles in me once more but this time he flips us so I’m resting against his chest. I rest my head listening to his heartbeat as we come down from our highs. Every once in a while he’ll push his hips up into me pulling a soft whimper from my lips. 

“Rest, my beautiful wife.” he hums petting my hair. 

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5 months along

Aemond and I have been getting into spats about what I can and cannot do. He’s become so fiercely protective that I can’t even leave our chambers without him on my heels. Today’s fight is about me wanting to ride on dragonback which he hasn’t allowed me to do in almost a fortnight and I’ve had enough. 

“I want to go out riding.” I huff looking up to him with my hands on my hips. 

“And I said I would take you out on Vhagar.” he looks down at me equally as stubborn. 

“I want to go on my dragon.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Vhagar is larger than the seven fucking kingdoms and you want me to climb up her?” I walk closer to him. 

“Do not use that tone with me.” his nostrils flare. 

“I’m going out on my dragon and that’s final.” I roll my eyes and go to walk past him to exit our chambers. 

“You will not.” he grabs my arm. “You will ride Vhagar or me.” his eyes darken as they go to my growing stomach as he spreads one of his hands across it.

“Aemond.” I warn hoping he doesn’t catch my blush creeping up my neck. “Let me ride my dragon and then you can keep me in bed for the rest of the day.” I know my blush is visible by the way he’s smirking at me. 

“I could keep you in bed now if I wanted.” he pulls me to his chest. 

“Please, husband.” I look up to him with pleading eyes. “Please,” I cup his face begging at this point. 

“You know I can never say no to you.” he relents shaking his head. “Gods I would do anything for you.” he dips down to kiss me. 

“Do not try to distract me.” I pull away and tug him to the doors. 

He has a carriage bring us to the pits within minutes. The servants and the guards try to steer clear of him. He’s been particularly hellish this past month once I started showing. If a man stares at me for too long he threatens to take their head. I’ve had to pull him away multiple times from quaking guards who feel his wrath. I was starting to think he already yelled that the dragon keepers to not allow me to ride. 

“If anything feels wrong land immediately and I will carry you back.” he looks to me intensely as we wait for my dragon to come out. 

I roll my eyes at him before a smile breaks across my face and my dragon emerges. She stops in front of me and chuffs softly nudging into my hand instead of my swollen stomach. I pat her happily and she sings a soft song. 

“How I’ve missed you.” I coo as I hug her. “Shall we go for a ride?” I smile as she dips down lower than normal to accommodate me. 

I climb on with ease and settle into my seat. I fasten my belts and clips and look down to Aemond. I see the worry painted across his face as he looks up to me. 

“I have half a mind to tell you to get down.” he calls up to me. 

“I have half a mind to burn you where you stand.” my tone playful. 

“I love you.” he smiles up to me. 

“I’ll see you in the skies.” I hum as my dragon leads us out of the pits. 

Once she’s in the sky I let out a laugh of euphoria. The wind in my hair and the sun on my skin is exactly what I needed. We fly around the city as we wait for Aemond to make his way to Vhagar. I hear her groan from the city limits as she makes her way into the sky. We make our way to Vhagars side and she gives out a deep grumble. 

My dragon and I twirl around Vhagar and I can feel the concern radiating off of Aemond. I care not about the scolding I’ll receive later. For now I enjoy the freedom of the breeze and laugh wildly. After an hour I relent and make my way back to the pits. I have them bring out feed for her and watch her indulge as I wait for Aemond to come collect me. 

“If you must be on dragonback again it will be Vhagar or no one. I can’t believe you would fly around so recklessly while carrying our child.” I sigh figuring this would be his response. 

“So I can’t ride you either, husband?” I look up to him biting my lip hoping I can sway him. 

“I do not jest. I will tie you to the bed if I must.” he holds my arms tightly. 

“What if I want you to tie me to the bed anyways?” my voice low as I look up to him through my lashes. 

He pulls me out of the pits by my arm and I smile trailing after him. The carriage ride back to the Keep is silent and he keeps a firm hand on my thigh at all times. He pushes us through the Keep halls avoiding everyone until he has us sealed in our chambers. He towers over me and grabs my face. 

“Get on the bed.” his voice low as his eye bores into mine. 

I start walking over to the bed as he begins pulling my dress off of me. He leaves me in my slip as I lay back on the bed. He goes over to the posters of the frame to find the silk ribbons we leave tied to them. He grabs one of my hands and he secures it with a knot and moves to my next hand. 

“Is this what you wanted, my naughty wife?” he taunts as he looks over me. I nod my head squeezing my thighs together looking for friction as he strips off his clothes. “Don’t hide from me now.” he rasps sitting on the bed spreading my thighs exposing my dripping core. 

“Aemond,” I whine as his hands ghost up my legs. 

“I shouldn’t let you come but I love the noises you make. So I’ll make you come until I’ve decided you’ve had enough.” he dips his head down and licks up my slit. 

My head falls back into the pillows as he laps at my bud. My body begins to shake as my pleasure already starts to coil. I grind against his face and cry out when his nose brushes against my sensitive bud. His tongue dips into my core and explode around him. 

He licks back up my slit and swirls his tongue quickly around my bud. My legs squeeze around his head as he continues his assault. My hands pull against the silk wishing I could touch him or myself. My hips buck into his face and he chuckles as I come against his face again. 

He snakes up my body and stops above my breasts. He smirks as he dips down and traces over one of my covered nipples with his tongue. My breath catches as I push my chest into his face. When he grazes his teeth against my sensitive peak I give out a soft cry. As he nibbles on one he brings his fingers over to my other to start pinching and pulling as I mewl beneath him.

“Gods are you gunna come from just this alone?” he mumbles against my chest. 

I let out a sob as he pulls my slip up baring me to him. When his hot mouth wraps around my nipple once more I buck my hips up into him. He brings his hand up to grab at my other breast and I let out a tortured whine. My body goes taught as he pinches and pulls and I come undone pulling at the silk. 

“You are absolutely divine.” he chuckles against my chest. 

He trails his tongue between my breasts and licks at my throat. He licks along my lips and finally locks us in a kiss. His hands trail up my arms and interlock our fingers. I arch my body into his trying to get closer. He slowly pushes into me and I whimper into his mouth. He starts a quick pace and watches as my face contorts. 

“I should leave you tied up to this bed for the rest of your pregnancy. Only come up here to feed you and fill you.” I cry out at his words as his hips grind into me. 

He brings his fingers down to my bud and I burst around him. He grunts as his hips slow as my walls flutter around him. He continues to push into me slowly as I pant his name over and over. I feel him twitch inside and when I feel him begin to fill me I come undone with my eyes rolling back. 

“My perfect wife.” he sighs rolling to the side and spreading his hand across my bump. 

“Will you untie me?” I ask still trying to catch my breath. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” he smiles capturing my lips once more. 

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8 months along 

I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my entire life. My back hurts and I feel like my breasts are completely full yet seem to expand everyday and it’s becoming too much. All I do lately is take baths and lay in bed. I’m not miserable but I would definitely like this baby out of me sooner rather than later. 

“How is my wife and our child?” Aemond asks the grand maester. 

“You can ask me how I’m doing.” my words have a bite to them as I lay back on the bed as they look down at me. 

“I’m sorry, Princess. I know it’s been a long couple of moons but the babe will come soon.” the grand maester offers me what he thinks is a comforting smile. 

“Mm and how is that looking?” I look up trying not to sound so annoyed. 

“Everything looks good and from how the pregnancy has gone I believe the birthing bed will be kind to you.” the grand maester nods his head and dismisses himself from our chambers. 

“What can I do to make you feel better?” Aemond rests a hand on my stomach. 

“I just feel so tense and I want a hot bath but they won’t let me.” I say tearing up. “My back hurts and my breasts are so tender I can’t even stand having this fabric touch them. I just want some relief.” I hiccup as a tear slips down my cheek. 

“It’s just us, let me remove this.” I nod as he grabs the hem of my sleep dress and lifts it over my head. 

He moves pillows behind my back to help support me better as he helps me relax back into the bed. Tears continue to fall down my face as he helps adjust me and makes me comfortable. 

“What’s wrong?” Aemond whispers as he wipes my tears away. 

“You’re just so gentle and caring with me.” I sniffle. “I love you so much, husband.” my tears fall down faster now. 

“What else can I do to help you?” he smooths my hair looking to me with scrunched brows. 

“Lay with me, please.” I look up to him and he’s immediately getting in bed next to me. 

He holds me close to him and kisses the side of my head. His hands travel to my swollen bump and whisper words of adoration to me. His hands trail up to my tender breasts and I sigh at his soft touch. When his thumb swipes over one of my nipples a strangled whimper leaves my mouth. 

“I’m sorry.” he mumbles as he removes his hand. 

“I just need some of this milk gone.” I whine and his eye snaps to mine. 

“I can try-“ 

“Yes Aemond, anything, please.” I plead reaching for his hand. 

He brings his mouth to one of my nipples and a sigh falls from my lips. As he sucks and laps at my sensitive peak I start to feel the relief I’ve been seeking. I look down to him and see that his eye watching me. I look to him with flushed cheeks as he continues to swirl his tongue around my nipple. I push my chest up into him and he groans against me. 

“Aemond,” my voice strained as I bring my hand to his hair. 

He kisses across my chest and brings my other nipple into his mouth. He offers this one the same attention and affection. I hold him to my chest and give out soft sighs as I smooth his hair. He looks at me with a blown pupil as my breathing becomes more ragged from his tongue. He pulls back from my chest and looks down to me. 

“Thank you,” my voice breathy. 

“Anything else I can offer you?” he kisses me softly laying next to me once more. 

“I want for some relief a little lower.” he chuckles at my words. 

“Mm I wouldn’t want to leave my beautiful wife wanting.” he starts to kiss my neck as his fingers find my sensitive bud with ease. 

“Aemond,” his name falls off my lips like a prayer as he swirls his fingers. 

My legs are already beginning to tremble as I feel wetness pool between them. His fingers slide down my slit and I moan loudly. He brings more wetness back up to my throbbing bud and slowly circles it. My hips buck as much as they can as I feel my pleasure ready to burst. All it takes is his lips attached to my nipple and I’m clenching my thighs around his hand. 

“You’re so perfect. My beautiful wife carrying our child.” he showers me with compliments as my breathing settles and I begin to drift off feeling relief. 

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birth 

“Fuck,” my voice breaks as the maester and midwife try to coax me to push again as I’m squeezing Aemonds hand. 

“You’re doing so good.” Aemond wipes my brow with a cool cloth. 

“And you’re doing nothing.” I grit out through my teeth as I feel myself splitting open.

“The babes head!” the midwife exclaims looking up at me. 

“One more big push Princess.” the maester says with a calm voice. 

“What do you think I’ve been fucking doing?” my breathing heavy as I push using all of my strength. 

A half sigh and chuckle leave my lips when I feel the baby slide out. I hear a cry and look down at our child. I turn to Aemond who is still looking at me with reverence at what I just did. They wrap the child in a blanket and bring it to my arms. 

“A healthy baby boy.” the maester says smiling to us. 

They help clean me up and clean up the room before leaving us. I softly caress the babes bright white hair as he stirs in my arms. Aemond holds me closer and wraps his arm around mine that’s holding our child. We sit in silence as a family and Aemond kisses our son’s brow before pulling me into a kiss of our own. 

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2 months after birth

I sit in the maesters chambers with Aemond at my side and the babe bouncing on my knee. The maester looks over our son and declares he is still healthy and turns to me to ask how I’m doing. He looks over me curiously as asks how feeding is going and if there’s any tenderness and soreness. I tell him how I’ve been feeling and he looks to us with a smile. 

“I want you both to know that there is no rush,” he chuckles and I tilt my head to him. “but I believe you’re already with child again.” I turn to Aemond with a scowl who smiles proudly. 

“How sure are you?” Aemond asks fussing with our son. 

“As positive as I was the first time.” the maester nods his head and I sigh but smiling nonetheless. 

“At least you both know what to expect this time around.” he smiles as we slowly get up to exit. 

“After this next babe, I will have a break husband.” I look up to him as he holds the doors open for us. 

“Mm of course.” he looks down to me as if he has no plans on not keeping me with child anytime soon. 

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[jade-jini]

you said thoughts on gp!reader?? pls… no one writes enough of it on here, i feel like the subbiest idols in my humble opinion get written as doms sometimes. totally get the appeal but i need a little sprinkle of dom reader for us wlw switches </3

like i feel like yunjin would ride a strap like crazy idk 😵‍💫

(Oh no you’re so real because did you see that video of her at the airport with this outfit? she was moving her hips and Omg)

I just know that woman can ride you insanely good. Whether is g!p or your strap, she’s gonna move like you can really feel it lol. Yun is so into pleasuring her partner that’s why. She’s gonna make sure to give you a show when riding you. Of course it only gets better once she’s closer to her orgasm. She goes “oh my god oh my god oh my god…” while grabbing your shoulders, fucking herself on your cock fast as you helped her, grabbing her hips and impaling her on your length like she doesn’t need to ever walk again.

Yunjin switches from sobbing to giggling, when you hit the right spot inside her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head with her mouth open. “Fuck yes, right thereee…” she says in between trembling giggles and you know your girl is losing it (in the good way).

She’s so into teasing you in public, she’d be talking about something she’s genuinely passionate about (you know how Jen gets really into the subjects) with somebody and her hand would “accidentally” go too high up your thigh, brushing your member, and you have to pretend nothing happened. Of course she compensates you, taking you somewhere private and giving you a handjob while she focus on your face with that pretty Fuckin smile of hers, loving knowing she’s the one who makes you feel this good, who knows your body this good.

Babygirl is loud by nature, I’m not saying she can’t keep quiet, but what’s the fun on that? That’s why even if you tease each other, you prefer to actually keep it inside your room and when nobody else is at the dorm. Of course your friends know when you’re gonna get it ‘cause you act a little extra excited about spending alone time with your girlfriend. Running downstairs almost tripping as you say your goodbyes to the other girls.

“Good luck on your activities today, have fun guys. We love youuu” Yunjin said hugging Manchae as everybody was on their way out.

“And call us when you’re on your way home!” You reminded them, and prayed they don’t forget that ‘cause you weren’t planning on getting caught making Yunjin moan and scream and-

“Don’t worry, we will, byeee!” Sakura said, looking at you suspiciously as she took the other girls out of the dorm.

“Come here, babygirl.” You said, pushing the tall girl against the door, kissing her and getting between her legs, feeling her giggle against your lips as she started undoing your shirt. But…

“Don’t take your clothes off yet, open the door.” You heard Chaewon said from outside, and you quickly separated, letting the girl enter the place again. “Just making sure, NO fucking on the couch.” You gasped, both of you blushing as being read so easily.

“Unnie! What makes you think we’re-“ you tried acting offended but please bro that’s your friend.

“Ah-Ah! No fucking on the couch I said!”

“Yunjin unnie is getting it, isn’t she?” Eunchae asked her older sister, while they were looking at the front, waiting for their leader to come back.

“I am not having this talk with you, kid.” Sakura said, with an unbothered face.

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A little short I know sorry- I might update it a bit eventually! Once I’m happy with it I’ll take this little note out but for now I think this is good enough to post it lol

[liliannadelaphinehartifelt]

Hi there,

Saw your post about Cajun/cowboy Alastor and OMG! I don’t have many ideas other then maybe he plays poker for souls or something like that and maybe a reader comes into town and is just as good at poker as he is. And he cannot seem to win, leading him to become mildly obsessed over winning their soul.

Thats all I have as I don’t know much about cajun/cowboy stuff.

I’ll let you know if I have any other ideas!

Thank you!

Alastor - [ ACE OF HEARTS ]

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A/N: Omg, I love your take on cowboy Al! It got me thinking about it for days. I have never played poker, so I had to watch multiple YouTube videos to understand the game while writing this. Hopefully, it came out accurate enough! Also, this is a very, VERY traumatic/smut-heavy fic I'm working on, so please be aware and know I don't endorse anything I write.

WARNINGS: [ NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ MATURE THEMES ] + [ FEM READER ] + [ GUN PLAY… ] + [ SLIGHT DUB CON….eventually.] + [ SLIGHT/IMPLIED AGE GAP ] + [ MENTIONS OF GORE/BLOOD/CANNABILISM ] + [ KIDNAPPING…sort of?.. ] + [ PARENTAL PHYSICAL AB*SE…eventually..] + [ ANGST/TRUAMA…]

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**Cowboy Alastor** is known for his record of killing, is a skilled bounty hunter, and is far from a decently moral one. Everyone assumes his motives, guessing who his next target is and if he’ll ever feel guilt for what he does to them.

He doesn't.

What kind of demon would he be if he did…

Besides, the people he kills owe him in one way or another, all in debt to the red demon by their stupidity and lust for life, so he feels nothing for them when the time comes for the price of their deals to be paid.

Alastor arrives for them in the dead of dry nights, taking their last breath with a single bullet to the head or a clean cut across the throat. Their pleas do little to affect his decision.

“A deal is a deal…”

He reminds them that escaping a bloody end is impossible, already solidified by their selfish desires, and no amount of begging will change his mind. They curse his name, glaring at the grin on his face as he draws nearer with deathly intent in his eyes, and it only grows as he derives pleasure from their refusal to cooperate.

The riches, the riding, and the roughness he endures daily are nothing compared to the satisfaction he gets from killing. Others may deal in chasing oil, farming land, and cattle, but he stakes his fulfillment in the business of blood.

**Cowboy Alastor** dabbles in gambling when he's not off-striking deals with lowly souls or wreaking havoc on those he deems deserving.

Every city south of New Orleans with a bar or saloon welcomes his visits and not by choice.

Those who don't meet his standards or demands of hospitality drop from the face of the earth at his will, burning to a crisp full of the dead occupants who so lightly offended him, and never to be rebuilt out of fear he'd return to demolish it again.

He surely would, but no one has yet to test the theory in fear of a painful death by his hands.

Alastor leisurely travels the expanse of Louisiana's countryside, partial to riding wherever the wind blows, but he’ll always return to the rumbling city of New Orleans.

Whether for personal reasons or because his beloved mother wished to see him, it becomes second nature for the deer demon to reside there randomly. It was his hometown, after all, and he preferred the taste of whiskey from a familiar place over foreign alcohol in far-off dusty taverns he'd never visit again.

The saloon he fancies sits opposite the central townhouse, a tall building at the end of a main street that never seemed to rest.

Lafitte’s Blacksmith Bar

Summer nights brought out and drew in more people, filling the bar with patrons who knew of his deeds and those who’d only heard scarring stories about him through the ladder. The knowledge of a red reaper roaming the towns of Louisiana varied, but their fearful respect of him was abundant the moment Alastor stepped foot into the bustling bar.

He was there, in good spirits for the most part, but still an impossible threat they couldn't brush off.

**Cowboy Alastor** greets the silent patrons with a sly grin, tipping his hat to the fear-stricken owner who eyed him from behind the packed bar.

“Don't let me interrupt the fun, Cher. I'm not here to cause you trouble… that's if you're kind enough to indulge me.”Alastor chuckles, not waiting for a proper response from anyone as he stalks over to his usual spot in the smokey parlor.

A group of cattlemen stiffen in their seats as he walks by, all grabbing their drinks as swiftly as possible before leaping up from their table to avoid him, and their skittish actions cause Alastor to laugh as he settles into a particular backroom booth.

It was customary for people to keep their distance from him, some deterred by his striking appearance while others simply didn't want to risk involvement with a known killer. He saw nothing wrong with their aversion, glad that his reputation proceeded him, but there were those single few who saw him as a challenge rather than a threat.

Poor fools…

Mortal or not, he ran into them regularly, welcoming their duels like a bored child getting a new toy to destroy, and though he knew they'd fail to win against him, he'd never turn down a good game.

Ever…

**Cowboy Alastor** lets the saloon wind into chaos again, humming along to the melody of music and rowdy singing while getting comfortable in his secluded spot.

His hat rests low on his head, shielding most of his red gaze from those who look his way, only leaving the view of his Cheshire smile and effectively signaling his oddly calm demeanor. Alastor slipped his riding jacket off, tossing the tailored burgundy clothing across the back of the booth, his leather and suede black gloves following suit.

“What a day it's been…” he mumbled while flexing his long fingers, relaxing his posture while leaning back and rolling his neck until a soft ‘pop’ was heard.

Consequently, the tension tangled in his limber body from riding all day unraveled. Alastor sucked his teeth at the feeling, licking his lips as a satisfied groan left them, and just as he sat forward again, the owner hurried to his table with a bottle of alcohol and a tray of cigars.

“Your usual, Al,” he split out, setting the items in front of him with shakey hands, and Alastor clicks his tongue at the nervous tick. He'd come to this bar for years, and the old man still trembled in his boots around him. The poor fool wouldn't dare admit his fear either, rushing off as soon as he reached for the bottle, and though some might consider his retreat rude, Alastor found it amusing.

Flattering, even.

**Cowboy Alastor** drinks slowly, letting the whiskey burn his tongue and drowning the malt taste with languid drags from a cigar.

Eyes scan over him, women whisper about him lustfully under the rowdy music, and the men keep their senses about them with happy trigger fingers.

Because as they say: “Red Reaper, Red Reaper. The devil's solemn deal keeper. Beware him & the hell he seeks…”

Alastor imposes his intensity, grinning at those who stare too long, watching the women who drink him in with an equally sultry stare, and daring the men to throw a bullet his way with a knowing smirk. He invites trouble, waiting for it like a preying snake in tall, dry grass, but after some time, he assumes no one in the saloon will accept his invitation.

That is until you step in, looking lost among the worldly thrills of a bar but unafraid to venture further into it with an air of certainty surrounding you.

**Cowboy Alastor** makes no move to approach you, laid back as ever, as he observes the gentle way you speak to men who drunkenly approach you. They make offers to dance, almost crowding your more diminutive form as you trail to the bar.

“Sorry, boys, but I'm here on business, not pleasure. Now, run along..” you wave them away playfully, purposely flirtatious but avidly stern.

He expects them to continue bugging you; you're a doll, after all, prettier than most women he's seen. However, the men retreat politely, leaving you be as the owner approaches your side, and you immediately turn to hug him despite his apparent concerned expression.

Alastor observes the exchange closely, reading your lips perfectly while sipping at his drink, and it's all too easy for him to assess the situation.

The daughter of a businessman returns home after finishing school in the north, wanting to visit him at work as a pleasant surprise, but he's far from happy about a young lady like yourself being out late at night in a place like this.

You're too mannered to be seen around the patrons, it's dangerous for you to ride alone in the evening, and your father isn't pleased you intend to stay out to celebrate your school completion.

He tells you it's best to go home, that he'll come with you, but you insist on staying and remind him, “I'm not your little girl anymore, Daddy!..” The older man can't seem to rein you in, having to drop the lecture as a small brawl breaks out in the corner of the saloon, which draws his attention immediately, and this leaves you to wander the scene freely.

A perfect time for Alastor to reel you in close and personal…

**Cowboy Alastor** whistles when you walk past his area, catching your attention with a short, soulful melody, and you quickly notice him in the dim back room.

“Hi there, lil’ lady. Searchin' for somethin'?” He inquires playfully, tone bordering sensual, and his grin slipping into a closed smile as your gaze settles on him.

You’re curious, not scared of him like most are, and the moment he speaks to you, questions race through your head.

Who is he?

How have you never seen him here before?

Why, in God's name, is he sitting away from the masses?

Is he a rider, a hunter, or maybe a convict?

It was hard to tell from a distance, so without a second thought, you flashed him a gentle smile, gradually approaching where he sat, “Hello, and who might you be, sir?” You chirp a greeting, resisting the urge to bite your lip as he stares into your wandering gaze.

Alastor assumed you’d been away from the South too long to realize who he was, that your father's earlier warning didn’t sprout from overprotectiveness but rather fear of his presence.

You didn’t see him as a threat, nor a danger, but a new face in an old town.

He chuckles, putting out his cigar after taking a particularly long drag from it, blowing smoke past his lips with a coy hum. You blink as the convoluted air fans your face, unbothered by it and itching for a taste of tobacco yourself. It’d been a few years since you’d let loose, not allowed to frequent bars or act unladylike in the limelight of northern modesty.

“A loyal patron, but it’s been some time since I’ve paid this place a visit.” He answers you politely, an odd trait that most men only reserved for themselves but refreshing to experience.

“Oh, well, that’s nice to hear, but your name is what I would like to know.”

A tender smirk stretches your lips, a red hue dusting your cheeks as he tips his hate apologetically before uttering a response, “Alastor Hartifelt. A pleasure to meet you, Miss…” he pauses, quirking a brow at you expectantly, and you take a moment to analyze him further.

You've heard your father utter his name many times before your departure to the north. He'd described him brutally, having less than pleasant things to say about bounty hunters in general but especially about the man in front of you now. You'd heard people talk of his deeds, deals, and evil.

He was dubbed the ‘Red Reaper’ for a good reason, lurking around in the bitter nights and drawing blood from one poor soul or another in his travels.

Supposedly, he was a terrifying monster, but you'd always found beauty in the demented. It was one of the reasons your father had sent you away, but fortunately, the influence of the posh upper class did nothing to change your consciousness.

Besides, the rumors had failed to mention how attractive the red reaper was, let alone dashing. He seemed nice enough hadn't flashed his weapon, threatened, or catcalled you disrespectfully.

So, you found no harm in telling him your name, “Y/n L/n. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Hartifelt.” You blink slowly, drowning in his red eyes, unconsciously swaying where you stood, back to a wall that hid your presence near him from your father's eyes and the curious stares of others.

Alastor glanced at the space beside him, silently asking that you join him, but unlike most women, he rarely took an interest in, you didn't move until he asked you outright.

“Would you care to join me for a drink, Miss L/n? I'd like to have your company for a while..”

He doesn't speak any louder than needed, using every bit of charm he has to lure you in, and you let him believe he's succeeded with a sensual laugh and purring laugh.

“Why, I thought you'd never ask..”

**Cowboy Alastor** asks a lot of questions. Subtly gathering information about you that he has no use for.

You give him answers; some are lies, others are indiscriminate truths, but you can't bring yourself to be completely honest with a stranger known for his cunning. He keeps your glass full, pacing the liquor with you, reveling in your gentle laughter after every sip, and softening faster and faster the longer you conversed.

You kept your wits about you as best as possible, inviting his fleeting touches but never going further than whispering in his ear or tapping a finger under his sharp chin when he'd stare too long.

Alastor didn't mind your soft hands on him, nor your lingering gaze and confident provocations. He absentmindedly returned the gestures just as boldly.

Your fifth glass of whiskey was running low, and without a hint of hesitation, he refilled it alongside his own. You watched as the amber liquid filled each glass, utterly relaxed as he spoke to you tenderly, “You say your father sent you far up north. May I ask why?…”

He peers at you, sliding the transparent glass into your waiting hand, and you chuckle wryly while taking a sip. “Daddy says it was for my good. You see, my mother is a stickler about manners, and I didn't have much of any growing up. Ironic, seeing as I was raised well enough.” you paused, frowning at the memory of your strict but loving mother.

She was lovely to look at and kind most of the time, but her ambitions for you outweighed her patience. Alastor noted the haunting sadness in your eyes but said nothing as you continued, looking out into the crowd of patrons fussing about as you did.

“My mother died a few years back, leaving daddy to handle me, and when he realized he couldn't manage the business and a daughter, he sent me away. Couldn't blame him either; I was getting into trouble left and right and had some bad habits on the rise, too.”

His ears perked at the words ‘bad habits’ leaving your lips, naturally drawn to knowing a mortal's darkest secrets, so he pressed for clarification.

“Bad habits, you say? I couldn't imagine a sweet thing like you havin’ such things.”

You scoffed, glad your cheeks were flushed from the alcohol buzz to mask the blush his comment invoked, “Well…I did. Still do if I'm honest.” you admit in a hushed tone, knocking back the last of your drink before glancing his way.

“It's hard to resist doing things you're good at.”

Alastor leaned back into the seat, drink in one hand, the other fixing his hat so it sat back on his head. The adjustment gave you a peek at his fluffy red hair and the distinctive blood-marked x on his forehead. You thought to ask what the mark meant but saved the question for later, as he agreed with your statement.

“Very true, ma chere. Although I'm one for killin’, your passion may not be so grizzly and easier to alleviate.”

“My father thinks gambling is just as bad as killing. It doesn't matter if he's addicted to it himself or not. If I do it…I'm the devil's daughter in his eyes..” You roll your eyes, an action that jolts a nerve Alastor hasn't felt in years and subconsciously doesn't ignore.

“Gambling? That's your unproper poison?” he narrows his gaze as you nod lazily, a few ringlets of your hair falling from its pinned-up style as you do, resting on the skin of your shoulders and neck.

Soft.

Your locks look soft and silky to the touch, tempting him to run his fingers through it, across your skin, and, god forbid, under your dress.

A heavy breath settled in his chest at the possibility, a familiar rush coursing through him as you moved your lips to speak, “Yes. I see a stack of playin’ cards, and I just can't help myself. I got rather good at playing too but when you beat everyone in town at it people start to be less kind about your reputation.”

You laugh, attempting to make a light-hearted joke but ultimately grimacing at the mention of lousy sportsmanship from others. You couldn't help winning a challenge in poker, and many saw the talent as disgraceful, which prompted I'll rumor about you.

“That's a shame, sugar. Everyone deserves a chance to play a good game of their choosing.” he feigns concern, meeting your curious eyes as you shift to face him, “Everyone except me if my father has anything to say about it. Still, I suppose it's best I let it go…” you sigh, grabbing the bottle of whiskey to pour another shot.

Suddenly, you freeze, feeling his body heat invade your space. Alastor tilts his head down close to yours, breathing in your scent discretely before pressing his lips to the lobe of your ear as he mutters into it, “Why don't you play a game with me, chere? One lil’ round for fun… right under your daddy's nose, hm?”

The burn of excitement seizes your body, a shakey breath leaving your lips as his voice settles in your mind, inviting you to indulge his offer. That same heat pooled in your core with every second he spent in your space, inhaling the scent of bourbon and sweet sugar cane grass he rode through radiating off him, words just as inviting and addictive.

For a horrifying, well-feared killer, he sure did entice a woman like any natural-born gentleman…

It was a deathly combination you knew he often used, killing or not, and though it'd be wise to avoid his idea, you didn't want to risk missing an opportunity for the thrill.

It'd been so long, too long, and what's the worst that could happen?

Losing to him?

You'd never lost to anyone before, and you were confident that fact wouldn't change -even going up against the Red Reaper himself.

**Cowboy Alastor** relishes when you utter a ‘yes’ to his offer. His grin widens menacingly for a split second as he sets his glass down next to your empty one, conjuring up a meticulously detailed deck of playing cards and placing them on the table.

“You can choose which game we play, sugar…”

Alastor shifts away from you, letting you regain your composure and watching as your delicate fingers reach for the top card of the deck.

“Poker. A favorite of mine..” You didn't think twice before answering him, admiring the red and black ace in your hand, wondering where he acquired such personalized playing cards.

“Poker it is then, chere,” he smirks wickedly, removing his hat entirely to set it on the table before gingerly plucking the card from your hold and sliding to sit opposite you while dishing out equal amounts of cards between you.

Your eyes light up under the oil lamp's golden hue, studying the flick of his hands as he worked, trying hard not to wander up to his piercing gaze. Afraid he'd immediately see your attraction to his nimble hands, well to him in general, and use it against you somehow, so your focus remains on the hand dealt and not him.

As you both plucked your respective set from the table, studying the cards intently, you asked the singular most crucial question every poker match was built on.

“What will the bets be,” Your innocent inquiry earns sultry laughter from him, filling the air, raising feverish chills on your skin as he stares at you through half-lidded eyes.

“I prefer bargains of the soul, my dear. The use and price of one's existence is always more valuable than money, don't you agree?”

xxxxx xxxxx xxxxx xxxxx xxxxxx xxxxx xxx

A/N: Don't be mad AT ME, GUYS, PLEASE. I HAD EXAMS LAST WEEK. I'm SORRY FOR DROPPING OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH… sort of, but I'm back now (please do hate me :((( ). Uh, so I might merge “Down in the Dust” with this because both stories kinda originated in my brain at the same time. However, since this is a request, I wrote a two-part tangent smut as a sort of prequel to the other fic! Also, the phrase “Save a horse. Ride a cowboy” will be unironically used…I'm sorry (I'm not lol) ❤️

[ BONUS CONTENT + ] VOLUME WARNING!!! 🗣️

Fun fact: In the South, we have a rule that if you take a cowboy hat and end up wearing it, they catch you with it (preferably in the mutual interest of getting to know each other). That cowboy gets to fuck you (hopefully, but technically you're initiating a flirting game wearing their hat, lol). It's a cute concept and one any Cowboy Alastor enthusiast should think about. ❤️ credits to the creator.

[storiesforallfandoms]

feeling good ~ johnny knoxville

word count: 1823

request?: yes!

“I’m not too sure if you’d write for the Jackass, but I’m going out on a limb here. I wanted to request Johnny Knoxville smut, just him eating you out like his life depended on it and maybe him cumming in his pants. Idk why I just feel like that man goes feral for pussy. Thank you.”

“Hiya, would you be able to do a Johnny Knoxville smut?? Can literally be anything!!”

“hey i've just read your Johnny Knoxville fics and I LOVED them! I think you're an incredible writer!!

If it's okay (and you don't have to write it if you don't want to) but would you be able to write a Johnny Knoxville x female reader smut? Literally anything!!

Thank you!!!”

description: in which he gets a little too turned on while making her feel good

pairing: johnny knoxville x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral; f receiving), this might be more of a blurb than a one shot/imagine, but let’s see where it goes (which isn’t really a warning but i feel like i have to state that now)

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was an understatement to say that Johnny worshipped your pussy. Every second he could get he would want to be giving it all the love and attention he felt it deserved, whether that be playing with it, fingering it, fucking it just the way you wanted him to. But his favorite way to worship your pussy was by going down on you.

There was no place Johnny would rather be than laying on this stomach or down on his knees with his head between your thighs and his tongue absolutely devouring your clit. It was his favorite way to get you prepped for his cock, although sometimes he didn’t even need to put himself inside of you to get off. All he needed was his tongue against you, your thighs around his head, and the beautiful sounds of your moans filling his ears.

Johnny was absolutely feral for your pussy.

You’d never complain about his love for going down on you, though. Not that you could, honestly. When Johnny’s tongue was on you, you could barely form a coherent sentence. He made you feel so good in a way you didn’t even know was possible. You half-jokingly told him more than once that you had wasted all your life with guys who were “afraid to eat pussy”, and he wholeheartedly agreed.

Your favorite was when he would wake you with his tongue, which was how your day had started on this particular morning.

You were already in the middle of a wet dream involving Johnny when you were slowly roused from your slumber by a pleasurable feeling between your legs. At first, you just thought you were still dreaming. It wasn’t until you felt the sharp sting of Johnny’s fingernails digging into your thighs that you realized this was real, and you quickly opened your eyes so you could take a good look at your loving boyfriend beneath the covers.

You pulled back the covers and ran a hand through Johnny’s graying hair. Feeling your touch, he looked up at you with those lustful brown eyes that you loved so much.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he said.

“Good morning,” you responded, your sentence capped off with a gasp as Johnny ran his tongue through your folds again. “I’ll never get over waking up this way.”

“Good,” he said. “Because I don’t intend on stopping this any time soon.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he dove back into your pussy. Your head fell back against the pillow as you moaned in pure ecstasy. Johnny’s tongue ran from your clit down to your pussy, lapping up the pool of arousal that was forming there. One hand gripped the sheets beneath you as the other held firmly to Johnny’s head, attempting to stay grounded however you could.

He started by lapping slow, long strokes from your cunt to your clit. A repetitive back and forth that had your toes curling already. After being teased by your dream, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to last long. You desperately wanted to feel him inside of you, but you knew it was no use in asking him to stop just yet. For one, he was going to want you to cum in his mouth. That was a given. But also, you knew that if he did stop now to fuck you, he’d just be right back where he started after a short break so he could get what he wanted.

There's no harm in multiple orgasms, you thought to yourself. I’ll have him inside of me either way.

What you didn’t know was that this was turning Johnny way more than he felt it should’ve. Of course, it wasn’t the first time that the action of eating you out alone had gotten him this rock hard and ready to burst. Most times he felt like this, actually. He had never voiced that to you in fear of what you’d think of him getting off to just eating you out. It always made him feel like a teenage boy again instead of a grown man.

But most times when Johnny got too turned on just from eating you out, he would get you to cum almost immediately so he could fuck you and get his own release. Since he had gotten a bit of a head start (no pun intended) before you woke up, he felt like he was dangerously balancing on the edge of his own orgasm. He didn’t think he’d last long even when he finally got to put himself inside of you.

His tongue strokes became quicker and more desperate. His face was buried in your pussy, his tongue shoving as deep into you as he possibly could. Feeling the tip of his tongue protruding your tight hole caused your body to tremor with the build up of your orgasm. You gripped his hair tightly and pulled it a little, causing him to moan into your dripping folds. His dick was so painfully hard that all he craved was to feel your cunt gripping him tightly, milking his cum out of him while he got to look down at your beautiful face.

Johnny rutted his hips into the mattress in hopes of getting some relief, but it proved to be a bad idea when he felt his own orgasm creeping up on him. Even the slightest breeze could push him over the edge at this point. He didn’t want to hurry you along too much, but he was beyond desperate at this point.

You started chanting his name like it was the only word that you knew. That’s how he knew you were getting close. He gripped your thighs so tightly that he was leaving crescent marks imprinted on your soft skin. He ate you out like you were the last meal he would ever have, feeling your body tense up and wanting to feel it release as soon as possible.

“Johnny!” you cried out as you felt the coil inside of you snap suddenly. He moaned into you, the vibrations running throughout your body like extra pleasure.

You whimpered as Johnny pulled away from you. His lips and chin were glistening from your juices, a sight that turned you on enough to want to go for a round two almost immediately. You reached out for him as he started to lift himself off of the bed, but he caught your wrists in your hands before you could pull off his pajama pants.

“I...uh...I may need a minute,” he said.

You looked at him in confusion as he got off the bed and made his way into the ensuite bathroom. You couldn’t understand why he wanted to take a break before fucking you. Usually, once he made you cum, he’d have himself balls deep inside of you now and fucking your brains out.

It wasn’t until you moved to close your legs and felt a wet patch near your feet that you got an idea as to what had happened.

When Johnny exited the bathroom, sans his pants and boxers, you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself.

“Did you cum just from going down on me?” you asked.

You didn’t mean for it to sound judgmental. You definitely were not about to make any negative comments after making this discovery. You didn’t want Johnny to feel bad, and also you found it very hot that he was able to get off like that. But your question caused a look of embarrassment to cross over Johnny’s face. You quickly sat up onto your knees and moved to the edge of the bed to take his face in your hands, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey,” you said in a soft, soothing voice. “I didn’t mean anything by that. I just wanted some confirmation on if that’s what happened or not.”

“I don’t want to confirm it,” Johnny muttered. “It’s fucking embarrassing.”

“No it’s not! Baby, that’s hot.”

“You think it’s hot that I came in my pants like a fucking middle schooler getting dry humped for the first time?”

You chuckled and pulled him so that he was sat on the bed next to you. “Okay, I understand why you may think it’s embarrassing. But to me, it’s really fucking hot to know that you got off that much by going down on me. Is that the first time it’s ever happened?”

Johnny nodded. He tried to look away from you, but you put a hand under his chin and forced him to look back up at you.

“No embarrassment,” you reminded him. “I’m just asking questions.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yes, it’s the first time. I’ve gotten turned on to a point where I was close before, but I’ve never gone that far where I came just from eating you out. Usually we fuck before I get to that point, but I guess where you were asleep when I started today, and I was already hard from my morning wood, I just...couldn’t hold it back.”

You leaned forward to press a kiss on Johnny’s cheek, moving inwards until your lips were nearly touching his ear.

“I think that’s really fucking hot,” you whispered in his ear, nibbling it slightly before pulling away. Red started to crawl up his neck towards his face as he looked at you with wide eyes. “You like eating this pussy so much that it makes you cum?”

He nodded, unable to form any words. You noticed his dick twitch and begin to grow slightly. You smirked to yourself as you reached between the two of you and wrapped your hand around the base. He gasped as you pumped him slightly, helping him along to become harder.

“I think it’s so hot that you definitely deserve the pleasure that you were robbed from getting earlier,” you continued. “Do you think you’d be okay with that? Can your cock handle feeling my tight pussy around it right now?”

He moaned and grabbed your face to kiss you deeply in response. By now, his dick was rock hard yet again and throbbing in your hand. He pulled at your shirt, the only article of clothing in the way of leaving the two of you completely bare. You broke the kiss long enough for him to pull the shirt over your head and throw it onto the floor with the rest of your discarded clothes. You pushed him so he was laying down on the bed and straddled his lap.

“You took such good care of me this morning, I think it’s time I took care of you,” you told him. “Is that okay?”

“Fuck, that’s more than okay,” he breathed. “God, you’re so fucking perfect. How did I ever get so lucky?”

You giggled and leaned down to kiss him. “Because you know how to give good head.”

[essentiallyleaf]

day 02. pegging. with. chuu.

2013 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, futa!idol x male reader, roommates with benefits, sub reader, softie dom chuu, making out, blowjobs (reader receiving and giving), masturbation, mutual masturbation, pegging, pet names, the writing kinda just gets worse as it progresses, it wasn’t supposed to be this long.

notes.

chuu has a dick. if you’re into that, great, if you’re not, i’m sorry, hopefully you’ll like some of the next ones(?). i guess that’s kind of the point of kinktober? anyway, love your parents. intensely, leaf.

She always had those unexpected reactions, her tone or expression often clashing with her words (you saw her smile the widest at “Fuck that bitch and her fancy new whatever, can I suck you off?”), but when she said you looked tense and she’d help you loosen up, you didn’t expect that.

Jiwoo was just your roommate, not exactly the “just your roommate” that asks to copy your homework and not to make noise after 10, more like the “just your roommate” that you have unprompted makeout sessions with during movie night, or right before going to class, or anytime she felt like it, really. It wasn’t uncommon that while making out she would casually offer you a blowjob, what was uncommon is that you’d decline.

One time you were feeling up her boobs and asked to repay the favor, and she asked you if you were sure, said that she’d understand if you never wanted to kiss her, or even talk to her again, then lowered her pants and underwear and showed you her 6.5-inch monster. You simply pecked her and got on your knees. It was your first time, but you did “great, baby boy”.

Since then the two of you started masturbating in front of each other, Jiwoo even using her black dildo on special occasions (you never knew whether to look at her veiny cock or her pretty puppy face, simultaneously focused and completely lost in pleasure) and jerking each other off slowly while kissing. Some of her cum accidentally hit your closed eyelid once, she said she was so sorry, you just picked it up with your finger and licked it off, satisfied. She smiled and cleaned your dick with her tongue.

One day Jiwoo came home looking distracted. She was worried about her driving test (“I’ll get my license when I need one”; she ended up needing one to get from afternoon classes to evening shifts at the coffee shop she worked at, the subway couldn’t get her there in time) and about finals getting closer, she said; you knew there was something else. You made her hot pot that night, then you watched Ratatouille together. She loves Ratatouille. You asked if she was tired, if there was something else she wanted to do. Twenty minutes later you were laying on the couch on top of her, naked.

“I’m putting it in, okay?”

She came three times that night. Before you both fell asleep while spooning on the couch, nothing but a blanket covering your bodies (it was well into May, so it wasn’t that cold), you whispered in her ear:

“I think you’ll do great on your date”

She turned her head. “H- How did you know?”

“I didn’t”

She opened her mouth like she was trying to say something, then probably realized there was no need to. You hugged her tighter.

The date went pretty well. It was a girl she met at the coffee shop, she was a pre-med student who drank lots of coffee and read a little too much Nietzsche for someone her age. Jiwoo said she was just “interested in the human mind”, which is certainly one way of looking at it. Things ended up not working out, but Jiwoo took it surprisingly well. As for you, you’re all for your roommate making her own choices and more than happy to just support her, but you can’t say you were particularly sad about it.

Maybe it’s for the same reason that tonight, you let her have it. You let her play with you, follow her lead, and then, who knows.

What matters is that right now, Jiwoo just jumps onto the couch and starts simply kissing your neck, ridding you of your shirt to access your collarbones, lightly squeezing your cock through your pants in the meantime. You feel up her boobs through her beige t-shirt before she quickly takes it off with your help along with your jeans and her gray waist-high pants, taking no more than twenty seconds. You’re used to her being a little impatient from time to time. She keeps making out with you as she gropes your butt with both hands, humping you increasingly stronger as both of you become erect.

She only stops to get rid of the remaining underwear on both of your bodies, smiling like she has something in mind.Then she extends her index finger in front of your face.

“Wait one second”

You’re not surprised when she comes back from her room with a bottle of lube in her hand. You are surprised when, in the same tone she reminds you to water the plants, gently, but delivering the feeling that it’s something she cares about, ‘cause “without them, it wouldn’t feel like home!”, she tells you:

“Get on all fours”

“Noona?” She’s two years older than you.

“I know it’s scary, okay? I was scared too, but I promise, I promise it’ll feel good. And if it hurts even a little, we stop immediately, I kiss you boo-boo and we watch The Incredibles while eating ice cream” You love The Incredibles, and you love ice cream, but the thought of Jiwoo’s girth splitting your anus open was still pretty fucking scary.

“How about if we skip the kissy boo-boo part?”

It wasn’t what she said, it was her big sister smile, the smile of someone who cares, the smile of someone who, if need be, would protect you from your greatest stan, turned evil after you rejected him, who now wants to pretend-destroy your city and then pretend-save it to look like a hero, or from, a washed restaurant owner, that wants to kill your rat friend, who indirectly cooks rejuvenating dishes, secretly controlling your movements by pulling your hair, I guess?

Anyway, you get on all fours and she softly pats your butt and lower back before squirting some lube on her hands and spreading it thoroughly on her shaft. Then she puts her index and middle fingers on your asshole and starts gently massaging around it.

“Hey, it might be a little cold, okay?”

It is a little cold. But the first phalanx of the first finger feels unexpectedly okay. She slowly goes in deeper and deeper, observing your facial expressions, because seeing you three quarters from the back is enough for her, and listening for any signs of discomfort. She only hears soft mewls, so she places the second finger on your rim and waits. You gradually get used to the feeling and relax more and more, until Jiwoo can push the second digit in, this time even slower than the first. You struggle a little more with this one.

“Shhh, you’re doing so good for me, baby boy” she whispers while kissing your nape. Her reassuring words help you relax a little more, until she can get most of her slender finger in.

“I’m gonna start moving. You just tell me if it hurts, yeah?” Then she begins rotating her fingers inside you, covering your insides with lube. Now that you’ve adjusted to the temperature, it feels surprisingly quite nice. As soon as she deems you appropriately lubed up, she slowly takes her fingers out as you groan. When she’s done, you feel strangely hollow.

“Good boy, my good boy, you did so well” she showers you with compliments while repeatedly kissing you on the cheek. You half-smile back.

“Wanna stop?” You just shake your head.

She takes position behind you on the couch and aligns her rod with you, placing her tip on your asshole. She starts lightly pushing in as you moan out loud, her girth much wider than her fingers. You look back at her and nod to go in, and so she does. You growl as she gradually makes her way into your hole, one of her hands now on your shoulder, the other on your hip.

As you look over your shoulder, asking yourself when she’s finally going to bottom out, she smiles, almost surprised herself.

“A- I’m in”

You take a couple minutes to get adjusted, two minutes filled with “You did a great job, honey”’s and kisses on your shoulders, neck, and lips.

Then she slowly pulls back out, until only her tip is in you. You feel that strange hollowness again.

“Just go in, what are you waiting for?” You look behind, questioningly. 

“Haha~ I knew you would like this” (Touché.)

You can’t say the same, but when she begins thrusting back and forth at a glacial pace, making sure to hit every corner of your hole, any thought of suppressing your moans and “Yes, noona”’s to try to keep a semblance of pride has gone completely out of the window and you’re now in the palm of Jiwoo’s hand. So as she accelerates her rhythm, she simply goes:

“There, there” and moves her right hand to your still erect cock to jerk you off. The built up stimulation from her fingers, to her dick, to now her hand caressing your length makes you explode after only a couple strokes, and many long stripes of white messily paint the couch. Your orgasm lasts what feels like an eternity and you keep growling out loud for more than a few seconds as Jiwoo wraps her hands around you, trying her best to support your limp body.

“You okay?” You still need to take a few deep breaths before you’re able to answer.

“Fuck, that was intense” you’re talking into a pillow, no strength left to even turn to face her.

“You wanna feel something more intense?”

“What? I just came, I’m spent, I have nothing left in me!”

“I’ll do all the work, I won’t even touch your dick! Plus, I still haven’t cum…” She pouts slightly. Fuck, this girl knows you.

“‘Kay, what do I do?”

“Just lay with your back on the couch and your legs open. Get comfortable, I need you to relax~” she says almost melodically, caressing from the top of your head, to your temples, down to your cheeks.

When she sees your eyes close in relaxation, she aligns herself with your hole for a second time and pushes in, this time much more easily. She bottoms out in just a few seconds and in this position, it feels she’s reaching much deeper into you. She notices when you tightly grip a pillow in each hand and groan below her, still not able to express your pleasure through proper words, so she wrings them out of you.

“You like, huh?”

“Yeah. Yeah, noona. Please keep going”

“At your service, baby boy”

She immediately gets into a faster rhythm this time, knowing she won’t last long either. As she pistons in and out of your hole, you feel your guts being rearranged, spikes of pleasure reinvigorating you with energy. Energy that needs to flow out one way or another, and it does through your hands gripping Jiwoo’s asscheeks, guiding, no, throwing her pelvis into you and back out, and through your abs flexing to help your mouth reach up to the lips of the girl above you.

The two of you are now symmetrically slamming your respective hips into each other’s and moaning in each other’s mouths, only partially silencing the sounds of pure, raw sex leaving your apartment. And symmetrically the two of you reach your peaks.

You start spurting the last few drops of cum you have in your body just as she pulls out and jerks herself onto you, two sources of white nectar coming together on your abs, chest, even chin and neck as you and Jiwoo are still French kissing, and keep doing so for a good minute after coming down from your highs, her body now resting on yours.

You wrap one hand around her back and caress her hair with the other while kissing the side of her head.

“Haha~ I take it you liked it”

“Some parts of my body definitely loosened up”

The joke isn’t funny, but she chuckles anyway.

“Thank you, noona”

-

footnotes.

hope you liked it! i wasn’t super happy about some parts, but that’s okay(?). i’m kinda worried i’ll write the same characters over and over again, just changing the names. hopefully it’s just that two different idols in a row gave me the same vibes. we’ll see. may you have a blessed day, dear reader. mmwah. kindly, leaf.

[katesmemes]

feel free to change any pronouns, etc.

“C’mon now, [Name], lets keep moving.”

“It’s always just been me and [Name].”

“I need you to tell me everything that happened.”

“That’s a lot of money to owe…”

“Just what did you get yourself involved in?”

“Are you in town for a business trip, maybe?”

“Well, when your own life is that dull, you need to get your excitement somewhere…”

“Now, don’t you think you’re overreacting?”

“This is exactly the kind of behavior [Name] warned me about.”

“She’s just the worst to every girl she perceives as a threat.”

“So… You’re saying I’m not a threat?”

“I know there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

“I have to get back to work.”

“You don’t seem to care whether I’m happy.”

“Curiosity killed the cat…”

“I’m not used to having people around me while I work.”

“Hey, come on, don’t leave me hanging!”

“I’m sorry to add to your plate, but…I really need your help.”

“Are you telling me I should snoop around?”

“Ah, c’mon, a little joke’s never killed anyone.”

“Although it may seem like it, I’m not actually clairvoyant.”

“I’d forget my own head if I didn’t write everything down.”

“The way they look at each other, you can tell it’s the real deal.”

“Maybe it’s because my empathy only goes so far, but… I admire that you’re able to feel for just about anyone.”

“I don’t think I get along with everyone, but some people are worth getting friendlier with…like you.”

“The way you turned that compliment right back around at me, was…masterful.”

“I bet you could make anything look good.”

“Just what could’ve made you empty out your entire bank account?”

“I’ve never seen two people more suited for each other.”

“I need to know I can count on you.”

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“I think my heart stopped beating there for a moment.”

“If you weren’t so pretty, you’d have been out of a job a long time ago.”

“What the hell are you going on about?”

“Always a pleasure doing business with you, [Name].”

“I hope I didn’t get you into too much trouble earlier…”

“I guess the heart wants what the heart wants…”

“Adults can be so…confusing.”

“I can’t believe it all ends here.”

“Thank you for not giving up.”

“I would never give up on you.”

“Come on, you know I wouldn’t let you down.”

“I’m not sure I understand what the plan is here.”

“I enjoy the occasional, artistic endeavor.”

“I feel like I’m in one of those novels I spend my days reading.”

“I just love trying new things.”

“I could not have done this without you.”

“I’m glad I was able to be of some help.”

“Thank you for everything.”

“Hey, just because I read books doesn’t mean I know everything.”

“That’s a lot sweeter than I expected.”

“I do like a happy ending.”

“We could leave together if you’d like.”

“Even the most put-together person could be an absolute mess on the other side of the door.”

“I like to think that, with me, what you see is what you get.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to bring the lights back on.”

“Hey, you look a bit pale…”

“Is everything okay?”

“you’re not scared of the dark, are you?”

“Maybe you need to sit down, huh?”

“You look like you’re about to faint.”

“We’ll figure something out.”

“Maybe don’t mention that to the police.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before.”

“I’m…ashamed of the truth.”

“Maybe now you can understand why I care so much about you…”

“I’d really like for us to be more than just friends, [Name]...”

“Promise me you’ll be careful with the information you share.”

“Sorry, I was…distracted.”

“I really need you to focus right now.”

“I don’t want to be here all night, and I’m sure you don’t either.”

“I suggest you tell me everything you know.”

“We all struggle sometimes.”

“There was no point in staying if you were leaving.”

“I’m flattered, but that really wasn’t necessary.”

“You’re the most charming person I know!”

“I’m really glad I have you in my life.”

“Sorry, my mind wanders sometimes.”

“Should I be jealous?”

“I just want them to be happy…”

“What the hell’s going on?”

“You can’t do this!”

[getitoutofmymindwrites]

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Summary: Ok, so this is part of a bigger story I had in mind (for my own pleasure 😅). Dieter and the reader are in a kind of established relationship, admitting feelings for the first time, amidst a complicated situation which is not mentioned at this point. And then the bodies do the talking.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, SMUT, a little angst, insecurities, unprotected piv, let me know what am I missing.

A/N: I had no purpose whatsoever to write a fanfic.. BUT. I woke up at 3 in the morning and I just grabbed my phone and started typing. I just needed to get it out. I don’t know what’s happening and I don’t know where this blog is going! English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistakes, any feedback is most welcome! If anyone takes the time to read this, thank you and I hope I’ll keep you a good company as all of you do!

Two hearts, one body.

“Where is that shy girl I fell in love with, in Italy?”, he laughs out at some spicy comment you made.

He was sitting on the couch of his living room, with you straddling his thighs. You’re both freezing in place, but he quickly recovers like he’s at peace with what he just confessed out of nowhere, while you, on the other hand, are panicking inside.

“You- you can take it back if you want, it’s ok..”. you mutter shyly, not daring to look at him directly.

“No, I’m good.”, he says calmly.

“You are?”, you reply, widening your eyes.

“Mmhmm”. A warm smile spreads to his face, reaching the wrinkles around his eyes.

At that point it feels hypocritical to not admit it, too.

“Ok, that’s good..” Ok, just say it.

“I’m- I’m in love with you, too..” you respond with great effort. Why is this so hard? Why you act this way, feeling so much but choosing to say so little?

But you know why.

“I know, baby..”, he’s still smiling with such warmth in his eyes, almost like he’s talking to a shy child.

“You do?”, you still look and sound so surprised.

“Yeah!”, he laughs calmly.

“How do you know?”. You know deep down that your face is your sentiment map, you can’t hide shit, but you want to hear him say it.

He closes his eyes and he’s taking a deep breath like he’s trying to choose his words to better explain it to you.

“Do you remember what you said to me that night on that car hood back in Italy?” He’s looking at you, expectantly.

“About you, you mean?” He is nodding, waiting for your answer.

Your mind traces back to that conversation, under that summer night sky, when you tried to describe him, describe what you saw in his face every time you looked at him, with the words almost failing you. You didn’t know him long at the time, but you could feel his vibe. You could always sense someone through his eyes. Sometimes you couldn’t exactly put it in words but you had that feeling.

“About you, being ‘pure flowing sentiment’?”, you reply.

Even then you weren’t sure if he’d understand what you meant, english not being your native language and not knowing exactly how to express it. But he did understood. More than you thought.

“Yes, baby. That’s how I know. It takes one to know one, you know.”

He seems to contemplate whether to reveal more or not. But he does.

“You ‘re revealing yourself to me every time we fuck.” He looks at you, serious now. You swallow, hard. Fuck, he knows. He always knew. He sees right through you.

“And considering the amount of time we spend fucking, you can only imagine the secrets you’ve spilled to me, so far.” He smiles mischievously.

“Will you stop with the word fuck, already?” You laugh nervously.

“Why love, am I making you uncomfortable? Or wet?”

He slowly lifts his back off the back of the couch and almost glues his body to yours. Not breaking eye contact, he’s sliding his hand in your panties, looking for evidence to support his case. You slap his hand away, giving him a cunning look.

“Or maybe I’m just having fun.”, you shoot back with a smirk, in an attempt to get the upper hand.

“Yeah, because that’s who you are.”, he suckles.

“Oh, blaming a girl for enjoying herself now, are we?!”, you try to release some of the tension.

“No, no!”, Dieter laughs nervously. Of all people, he would be the last to judge a person by his sexual habits. “You know I’m insatiable honey, BUT” he says with intense conviction, “that’s not your cup of tea, my little introvert, pretending to be an extrovert! You express yourself through sex, love. It’s an intimate act for you, even when you let me do all those filthy things I want to do to you.” He gently bites your earlobe and captures it between his lips and tongue. Fuck. You swear he’s already fucking you in his mind.

You feel his sparse beard prickling your cheek, his hot breath on your skin. And now your panties are ruined. He moves back to look at you and continues.

You are confessing everything to me baby.” His eyes look wild now, there is a familiar darkness in them.

And he goes on. Like he didn’t just dismantled you. He’s got to make you whole again, piece by fuckin’ piece.

“This is how you communicate anything is too hard to put into words. Through physical connection; how much you care, how frustrated or how happy you feel. Every time we fuck, I see you. I feel you. I know you.” His thumb is on your bottom lip now, caressing it softly.

FUCK.

“Fuck- fuck, it’s- it’s too much Dee, it’s too much, I mean; I can barely breathe sometimes, I can’t even begin to describe it; every time I- I see you, or hear your voice, or when I notice all those little details on your body, or at your behavior, or the way you move.. fuck, even the way you fucking breath, I mean; get a grip, woman and it just overwhelms me, I just-, I can’t-..” you’re spiraling now, not knowing if you should stop, or keep going, if you even made any sense.

“I know baby, I know.. When it comes to you, words are failing me, love. And I think- I hope, they’re failing you too.” He’s cradling your face, he’s so sentimental, so honest, all the barriers between you are crumbling down.

“They are, they fuckin’ are.”, you say desperately, holding his cheeks between your hands, your brows frowning deeply.

And there it was.

It was so natural, so organic, you just needed to be skin on skin. Nothing else mattered at that point. No words left to be spoken.

You were both pretty sure they hadn’t been invented yet, anyway.

Both your clothes flew off you in rushed, jerky movements, like time was of the essence.

And it was.

He wraps his arms around your back and he tightens you to his chest as if he wants to make you one with him. Two hearts in one body.

He kisses you so deeply, goosebumps are spreading across your whole body. His mouth is exploring every part of yours, sucking on your tongue, bitting your bottom lip, kissing the pain away afterwards.

Your pussy is dripping and it clenches so hard you think you’ll come right there and then. His hands moves and grabs your head, tangling and squeezing his fingers through your hair. 

He is desperate like you are, to give. To give everything he has. To make you understand.

He’s roaming his hands to your back caressing you as he devours your mouth. The moment is so intense, the feel of his hands on you, his fingers so soft and gentle, his cock warm and stiff pressing against your folds, the way he is panting trying to not break the kiss for air, the deep moans and his pleading face, his scent.. his fucking scent.

And you snap.

Your orgasm comes out of nowhere, your cunt clenching hard around nothing, almost painfully. You let out an inaudible cry in his mouth while your whole body is trembling, your come running on the insides of your thighs and onto his lap, pooling at the base of his cock.

He freezes in place and cradles your face with both his hands, his eyes wide and fixed on yours.

“Baby..?” His voice filled with lust.

You look down in embarrassment.

He tries again, softer this time. “Love, did you just come?”

“I’m- I’m so sorry, I- I don’t know what happened, it came out of nowh-“

“Don’t- don’t you ever apologize to me. Fuck, baby, you’re killing me here. I literally haven’t even touched you yet and you’re giving me everything?”

“You’re- you’re not annoyed?”

“Why on earth would I be annoyed?”, he looks puzzled.

“Because I ruined the moment?” Stupid insecurity.

“Baby; this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”, he whispers, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses on your neck while saying it.

A deep shade of red splashes through your cheeks as you lean back your head to grant him better access and you smile shyly, biting your bottom lip.

He keeps going down to your chest kissing you, licking you and then he takes your nipple in his hot mouth. He flickers his tongue and then he is biting your sensitive bud and releases it with a sucking motion, while his other hand tweaks your neglected nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

You want to scream at the sensation and you are grinding your clit on his cock to get any kind of friction. His cock is twitching and pre-come is running through his slit. You feel his warm liquid joining your juices and your mouth waters. You want to taste him, to fuck him with your mouth, to choke on his length, anything to extinguish this unbearable feeling of lust.

“Darling, I need you to sit on me or I’m gonna lose it”, he whispers, touching your lips with his, his mustache tickling your kiss-swollen skin, sending a new wave of desire at your lower body. He is suffering, too.

Resting your forehead on his, you lift your hips above him, he’s lining his glistening head through your folds and you sink slowly onto his aching cock, bottoming out, both of you moaning at the feel of stretch.

“Jesus Christ, always so tight- so tight for me, you’re squeezing me so good..” his lips on your neck under your jawline, his nose pressing against it.

You barely have a second to adjust to his thickness and he sets a relentless pace, desperate to fill every inch of you.

You don’t care, this is your favorite part. The moment he splits you open without any preparation, a painful reminder that he’s ruined you for any other man. “Yes, baby, wreck me please, wreck me; don’t hold back.”, you’re whimpering in his mouth.

He doesn’t even let you move, his left hand wrapped around your waist while his right is holding your hip with a bruising grip pinned down, to thrust into you as deep and hard as he can.

Oh, and he can.

You are full to the brim, his pounding is so fast that you can’t really feel him pulling back before every thrust. Just a constant fill and a sweet ache as he’s hitting your deepest spot, making your legs weak. You are moaning loudly, unable to control yourself. You grab his shoulder and the back of his neck to keep yourself steady.

"Do you see what you’re doing to me? Do you feel how hard you’re making me?" He is slowing down so you can feel every ridge and every vein of his massive length and he whispers in your ear, the right side of his nose pressing on your temple.

"..with your soaked cunt and your pretty little sounds, you’re driving me crazy.." He is pulling out, oh-so-slowly and he slams in you all the way in. And then he does it again and again and again..

"Fuck, Dieter-" is all you manage to respond through your haze. You are so close, waves of pleasure pass through you and you just don’t want any of it to end. “Pl- please move baby, please..”

“I am moving baby, tell me what do you need?”

You are lost for words, unable to answer.

“Do you need more baby, is that it?” For fuck’s sake, YES! If only you remembered how to speak..

“Yesyesyes” you breath out. He’s smiling with pleasure and he starts fucking the air out of your lungs again.

He aims to please.

“I can feel you tightening around me baby, that’s it, come for me.”

You are so, so, close, a warmth spreading throughout your body, making you feel dizzy. You are right there, all you need is just. A little. Push.

He’s close too, but he wants to feel your release, your tight walls flattering and gripping him in first, before he let go. He moves his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb in quick circles and nudges your jaw with his nose to make you look at him.

“Just let it go my love, I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here with you. Let go.”

You feel all his muscles tensing from the effort, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, but he doesn’t stop until you reach your high.

His panting as he’s slamming deep inside your heated core, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, his eyes never leaving yours and the meaning of his words is what it takes for you to come undone. You let go.

You’re coming so hard, your body is shaking uncontrollably, you’re gasping for air as you try not to break eye contact. You don’t wanna miss a bit of him.

“There you go.. That’s my good girl, doing so good for me, taking me so well.”

You lay your forehead on his shoulders, trying to ground yourself.

“That’s it, breath sweetheart, breathe.” He’s praising you, guiding you through your aftershocks, as you come down from your high.

“Fill me up baby, I need you to fill me up, please.. Give me everything and I will take it. I’ll take it all.” you almost cry out.

He’s pounding into you once, twice, three times and then he’s spilling inside you, with a guttural groan deep from his chest, emptying himself, his hips never stopping, fucking his spend as deep in your core as he can, like he’s trying to keep it there.

“Fuck, woman, you’re gonna be the death of me..” he whispers as he comes down from his high..

You chuckle lightly and you place kisses all over his sweaty face, savoring the saltiness of his skin.

You stay in each other’s arms until your breathing returns to normal. Then, he leans against the couch while holding you to his chest, his cock still burried inside you.

You close your eyes as you listen to his heartbeat and you think about what was said with your words and your bodies. You know it’s all real and that’s what hurts the most. The inevitability of what will come next. You want to let yourself feel the peace and happiness of the moment, but you know that soon it will all come crashing down.

And there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

5 days to go.

[doodle-pops]

I'm Jealous Darling

Feanor x reader

Request: Hi darling I hope you're doing well! Can I please request a fic featuring Fëanor with a wife!reader where they have an argument and then she decides to annoy Fëanor by flirting with Fingolfin or something, followed by jealous rough sex and Fëanor being Fëanor, literally. It's okay though if you wouldn't want to write such a fic or the idea doesn't interest you! Love you and your writing! - Anon

Warnings: fembod, teasing, spanking, use of slut once, begging, mentions of overstimulation, multiple rounds and orgasm denials, rough sex, small aftercare

Word: 1.6k

Synopsis: Flirting with anyone was never a good idea when Fëanor was your husband, even worse when it was his half-brother, Fingolfin.

Slap

Your ass jiggled the brightest shade of red, flushed from the impact and stained with his signature.

“Are you sure you’re sorry mirё? I didn’t quite catch your apology the first time,” his lips ghosted the shell of your ear, prompting the stirring sensation already working up in your stomach. His voice was enough to melt your insides and do wonders, now that he was twice as displeased with your behaviour from earlier, it gave him enough reason to reduce his tone. Butterflies travelled their way through your stomach and down to your neither regions urging your arousal to flow messily on his cock.

It worked its way angrily into your heat, plunging itself deeper with every thrust as if it were attempting to rewire your brain and not only your insides. You could feel the venom from his wicked and tactical thrusts all because you made an effort to stir jealousy between him and his brother. Fёanor was making sure when he was finished, whether you wished to anger him through jealousy or not, your brain would never suggest his half-brother as an option.

Slap

“Are you just going to remain quiet…?” the lips that once ghosted your ear now travelled lower until they reached your shoulder blades and pulled back to reveal his pearly whites. Brilliantly they shone under the pale light from the fireplace, yet they sharply sunk themselves into your skin, desperate for a taste of the flesh he long desired for months. Your whimpers and cries were a result of his actions along with broken syllables of begging him for mercy due to how apologetic you were.

Face pressed into the mattress and tear-stained, you drooled and sobbed from the incessant pounding. It felt so good to be on the receiving end after months, but this was your fifth, sixth, or eighth time for tonight? You lost count of how many orgasms you received and were denied. All your brain was able to comprehend during the entire night was that you were being tossed about to his pleasure and liking. “Fёa-Fёanor—shit…slow down, pl-…please—ah!” voice squealing at the feeling of his fingers coming down to rub against your clit while the other entangled itself in your hair and yanked your head upwards, sending you into a pain stretching arch.

Bending his body for better access, his tongue slipped past his lips and licked a long, bold stripe from the centre of your spine to your left shoulder before placing another bite. “You don’t get to command me after your little stunt darling…I’ll have you for as long as I desire,” he breathed laboriously into your skin when his hips stuttered as you clenched around him, leaving another perfect ring of cream that was smeared further down his length as his pace picked up. His entire cock was covered in your arousal, cream and spit, and it pleased him to see how much you still wanted more. You were his hungry little wife.

The way your cunt sucked him inch by inch, refusing to let him breathe—to let him go—made his eyes roll into his head for a split second before he regained control. You had him slipping and getting too misplaced in the ecstasy he sought for.

“I-I’m so-…sorry Fёanor, please, you kn-know I have eyes f-for you—ngghh,” sounding broken and whiney as you begged for forgiveness, he scoffed and sent a harsh thrust your way, loving the fluttering of your walls around his cock. The little grip you would attempt to place on his every time he withdrew from your heat, fighting to choke and keep him lodged deep within, perfectly nestle, it made his heart flutter.

“Then why flirt like some slut with my half-brother, huh? Am I not enough!”

Within seconds, another round of precise and skilled rhythmical thrusts while his fingers toyed with your clit so delicately produced loud squeals and the beautiful sound of the pita-pat of his balls slapped against your cunt. Even in the distance, between the mix of pleasure and insanity, there was the unmistakable music of the bedsheets tearing beneath your nails. He paid no mind to them because one: it was not the first time it occurred and two, far worse things had been broken and torn up in your chambers; the sheets were replaceable. All that mattered was that your lesson was well-taught, and you got it through your skull to never go around Fingolfin or any half-brother for the matter.

“Y-Yes you are eno-…enough! Never you br-brother…ngghh.”

“I find that impossible to believe when you were all over him.”

Choosing to release your hair at the moment and watching as you flopped face-first on the bed, the same hand that held your hair trailed down your back and pressed down to send you into an arch. At that moment, he was able to reach deeper and allow his tip to hit your soft spot right off the bat. The spine-tingling convulsing your body gestured to as the pleasure knocked on your door thunderously had Fёanor grinning like he won a gift from Eru. There was never a dull moment with him especially when it came to granting you an orgasm. Though, this one came on harder given the consecutive denials he presented in the last couple of unknown rounds.

“Someone’s close, I can feel you…are you going to apologise?” his patronising voice rang out irritatingly with all the obvious and nowhere near underlying self-righteousness. He wanted you to know who was in charge and how much power he held over you. His pretty wife needed to know her place and never slip up again. “Come on darling…I’m waiting. Time is ticking…”

“Fёa…nor, pl-…please, I’m sorry—won’t d-do it ‘gain…”

Slap

“Hmm…not convincing enough mirё.”

Crying out in frustration because you knew what was coming next, you began to mumble apologies left, right and centre, hoping that it pleased him enough to reward you with your orgasm. You were working for it all night and daylight was breaking soon. Your limbs are sore and your voice scrapping against your throat the longer you whined and plead with him, trying your best to sound as persuasive as possible. “I promise, I promise, I swear to you that I-I won’t…please. Y-You kn-…know I love only you.”

Humming loudly, his hips never slowed neither did his fingers on your clit as he absorbed your pleads. They sounded worthy enough to some aspect to be tolerated, but he wasn’t going to allow you off the hook with just one apology— as your husband, it was important for him to ensure that his wife respected him and kept away from his siblings.

Instead of giving a snarky response like he normally did, the hand that rested against your spine applied more pressure and pushed you into the foulest arches of all time. His abdomen clenched as beads of sweat ran down his ivory skin, dripping onto yours and displaying the tempo of his newly set rhythm. All the muscles in his body appeared ripped and taunt from the tightness he was experiencing at the increased contraction around his length. The sheer power and force he placed into his thrusts were sending not only him but you into a frenzy. It was all too much to absorb and focus on at the same time. Everything was coming at you like an asteroid.

The incomprehensible mumblings, the drooling, the painful gripping of the sheets, the tears pouring down your face, and the twitching of your gummy walls around him were all the signs he needed to know you were approaching high. It was all too easy, and yet he wanted to keep it from you, just because he can. But a promise was a promise: you apologise and he’ll let you cum, the fact that to swore to him made his ego swell and heart tingle. The terrifyingly beautiful power he had over you. “Let this be the last time you ever pull this stunt—shit!” his voice somberly echoed from behind, yet it was chanted vociferously in your head like a prayer.

Being cut off mid-warning as both synchronously came, his body doubled over and landed atop yours, pushing you into the mattress.

Loud sighs and panting reverberated throughout the room as you both lay atop the other, sweaty and sticky from a long, laborious activity. Your body was filled with aches and sores from head to toe, barely able to move a muscle much less lift a finger, you lay there with his firm body resting against yours. He laid halfway on top of you for what felt like aeons before there was a slight stir followed by him shifting himself to pull out and roll onto his back. From his angle, your body appeared like one of the finest pieces he completed in the forges; soft bite marks and hickeys everywhere accompanies by his signature handprint on your ass.

He watched you lying there in silence, slowly drifting off to sleep before scooting closer and giving you a gentle shake, waking you, “Don’t fall asleep yet melda, we need to clean up.” His hands felt soothing on your body compared to the heat and weight they carried just minutes ago. You didn’t want to move from the tenderness that radiated, but he was adamant about having you two cleaned up.

Groaning when you felt his hands lift your deadweight body out of bed, there was a distant chuckle and a small whisper, “Lesson learnt…for now.”

Masterlist

Taglist: @spidergirla5 @lilmelily @eunoiaastralwings @noldorinpainter @ranhanabi777 @someoneinthestars @mysticmoomin @aconstructofamind @rain-on-my-umbrella @the-phantom-of-arda @starborne0661 @singleteapot @asianbutnotjapanese

[f1-disaster-bi]

i notice you’ve been reblogging more lance pics lately 👀 👀 do you have any lance/lando snippets saved up?? i think you write my favorite lance i’ve had the pleasure of reading, and ur lance/lando mclaren au (and that one lance/lando/max series!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! makes me crazy and a lil feral still) is what got me into lance as a driver!!!! i’ve been missing them as a pairing lately, but i have no specific prompts/thoughts haha, i know you spoke about possible frat boy lance au a long while ago (i think it was only just thoughts but i would like to say i support these thoughts heavily if you ever get inspired about it again, it’s such a perfect au idea for lance lmao) and you’ve mentioned pro dom recently, or any of ur past lance/lando stuff!!!!

i hope this is coming across as like, i’ll appreciate anything, even if it’s just some of ur thoughts on them or an old snippet u haven’t posted, or anything, and it’s not coming across as like, u nEEd to pOst mY pairing!!1!1!1 type vibe, which is not what i am going for!!!! i might be overthinking this, but i wanna make sure you only get kind messages rn!!!! and all the time!!!! and that ur focusing on things that make u happy rn and stuff u wanna write while u ease back in!!!!!! this became a tad long winded but u r my fav writer, and i think it’s so ridiculous people are attacking you when it’s so easy to just keep scrolling lol, it’s like f1twt type vibes where someone will post i like lando norris and then get quote tweeted some insane tangent about how lando is terrible and his fans r evil!!! just move on!!!! don’t look at it!!! and it’s pretty easy to tailor what you do and don’t wanna see on all social media and ao3 these days, so if people don’t wanna see what you post, then they don’t have to!!!!! they chose to interact, that’s on them!! no need to take it out on you or other ppl just tryna interact w the parts of the fandom they wanna be with!!!! some more exclamation points!!!!!!!! but yes <3 u rock and u r the reason lance is one of the drivers i like to see in fandom spaces so i hope that brings u maybe a little peace to know u r successfully spreadin the lance love bc he gets a lot of hate

Never apologise for rambling or sending me a big train of thought!! I love things like this, and thank you for being so sweet and kind. Your're way too kind to me anon 🥺

I'm so glad my little Strollis fics could introduce you to Lance and get you on board the Lance train because he's just a tall bean who deserves a lot more love than he gets!!

I always love writing him and writing him and Lando whether it's Unexpected au, Hangover au, Pro Dom, Tattoo Artist Lando. I just love writing their dynamic and haven't really written much for them in the last while.

I've don some digging, and I found this from Unexpected au from the Wedding fic I was writing but has been left in my WIP pile!

Overwhelmed by affection, Lance left the food be once more and made his way back to Lando. He cupped his cheeks in his hands gently and kissed him once more. Sighing softly as Lando’s fingers hooked into his belt loops and pulled him closer, mouth opening under Lance’s as they kissed. “You’re going to be my husband”, Lance breathed against his lips, smiling as Lando nipped at his bottom lip. “And you’re going to be mine”, Lando grinned, pulling back to press a series of kisses across his cheek and jaw. “Even if you have to google what peonies are and deal with Chloe steamrolling our wedding?”, Lance teased, thumbs brushing Lando’s cheekbones and laughing when the other’s breath tickled his palm as he turned his head to press a kiss there. “Even then. You could be a 7ft tall alien and I’d still marry you”, Lando promise, gazing up at him with eyes filled with nothing but love. “Keep your weird monster kinks out of our wedding”, Lance groaned, scrunching his nose and dropping his hands as Lando burst into laughter, trying to keep Lance in place.

[xsezzie]

Profile Tag Game

Hello: My name is Sezzie, I know I can be rather blunt and robotic at times, but I promise you I don’t wish to intentionally hurt you. I am always open to having a chat whether it be in my DMs or through asks.

Chat: Tickling - Of course I like tickling, no shame in that. It’s completely normal… some people get flustered by it? Oh well, those people are the cutest~ Hm? You aren't cute? Well, I guess someone will need some tickles to convince them otherwise!

Chat: Identity - I wonder who I was yesterday, who I’ll be today, and what I’ll be tomorrow… I wish I knew who I was.

Chat: Masking - That thing I just did now, it was incorrect. I will be sure to act correctly in accordance with societal norms next time. If I do not act correctly then others will become disgusted or angry... Just as I would if you were to do the same.

When It Rains: Ugh, this would be nicer if it was at night time…

After the Rain: Everything either looks really clean or really dirty depending on the area… oh look, the birds are coming back out.

When Thunder Strikes: Ah… so relaxing.

When It Snows: What’s that?

When the Sun Is Out: Everything is as it should be…

When the Wind is Blowing: Ugh, my hair is messed up now…  

Good Morning: Get up already, the world is perfect at this hour. The bad people don’t come out until later so it’s best to enjoy it while it lasts! 

Good Afternoon: So hungry… must do my best to not eat a big meal…

Good Evening: Better get inside… they will be coming out soon.

Good Night: The optimal sleeping hours for those who suffer from depression are 10pm to 5am. Setting yourself a strict bed time will do wonders for your mental health, so hurry along, time for sleep.

About Sezzie: Alphabet - A fellow neurodivergent coworker taught me to think of all my disorders as “my alphabet”… so my alphabet currently is GAD, MDD and BPD… with ASD and ADHD in the process of being diagnosed.

About Sezzie: Writing - I actually hate that I’m the writer in the family and cannot physically draw. But, having a high literacy IQ certainly comes in handy when I’m creating. I’m glad people are able to feel my writing when I put the effort into it.

Something to Share: Name - My real name means “princess” apparently… I hope I don’t come off as one.

Interesting Things: Senses - Ah I love exploring sensory things. Honestly, I believe that feeling sensory pleasure is very soothing and not always supposed to be NSFW as most see it.

Sezzie’s Hobbies: Each of my personalities seems to have different hobbies, but if had to take a guess on the true me… writing, worldbuilding, and video games would be on top! I do also enjoy learning new things and gardening.

Sezzie’s Troubles: My existence troubles me… too dark? Well, deal with it. Life isn’t sunshine and rainbows, and I’m tired of coddling the special ones.

Favourite Food: I do not have the ability to have a favourite food due to my sensory eating issues… my addictions and interests change constantly. Ah but if there is one I’ll always come back to… Chicken Kievs hehe

Least Favourite Food: All of them! I like the art of food but eating? Bleh. I wish we didn’t have to.

About @otomiyaa: Ahhh she is my idol! I have been following her for years.. and only recently got the courage to begin talking to her more. I get nervous and think I come off as some weird fan that thinks they are friends with their idols. Forgive me Otomiya-SAMA!!

About @ticklystuff: He is the first person I began talking to when I joined the community. I feel like I owe him something for all the kindness and chats we have had together. I wish I could talk more often about hot MEN with him hehe

About @ticklish-n-stuff: Sakura-chan is one of the few people I can let my guard down and show my more "embarrassing" or "fangirl" sides to when it comes to characters I like. I am grateful to have her in my life. She also gushes about MEN with me and we have a blast discussing tickling.

About @nataliewritez: Nat is my adorable little sister and is a joy to chat to about anything. I can't believe we have known each other for nearly 2 years already!

About @fanfic-chan: Dessie is so adorable and such a comfy person to be around! Also the biggest lee ever hehe

About @ticklygiggles: Little does she know how cute she is. Perhaps I should go tease her sometime soon...

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Tagging @fanfic-chan @nataliewritez @ticklish-n-stuff @ticklystuff @italeean @thatonetickleblog @anzynai @stopiteatpopcorn

[cainiine-a]

👫 !!!

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship. / accepting!

As we have established already, Johnny is very romantic with Zachary in his own Johnny-like way: compliments for instance (pulling him in with a sense of awe and boyish giddiness, letting his eyes roam over him before he crashes his lips against his, " Who allowed you to be this fuckin' pretty? ") which can also lead to sappy speeches (he doesn't care if Zach teases him for it, he'll laugh against his neck and lovingly tell him to shut up) or assuring him that he loves him because I feel like Zach needs to be reminded of that sometimes. He also likes taking him out! Whether it be for dinner, a drive-in theater or just for a drive around town, he wants him to relax and not be bound to that terrible house! Also also: movie nights! Which usally end in Johnny napping on Zach's lap!

I don't know if Zach can/needs to sleep but I still think that Johnny's presence in his bed calms him at night! Just imagine having this warm body draped over him (he can also be very clingy when he's asleep, always having an arm around him somewhere or his face nuzzled in between his shoulder blades); even if it does not make the bad memories or thoughts go away, it is still a grounding, reassuring feeling to have him with him!

And to do an entire 180 from the cute stuff: Johnny has and will always hate seeing him drink. It is something he will never be able to wrap his head around and it either causes their fights or will be an end result of one. Same with his other coping mechanisms. He tries his hardest to support him during these times but Johnny is also not the best at de-escalation, so he will be frustrated faster.

We already know that Zach's family doesn't like Johnny much but him meeting Johnny's family? Chaos. I feel like even if he has told him about his family and what they are, Zach would still try to be on his best behavior (is he wearing his crispest shirt? And firmly shaking Abaddon's hand even if it feels like he is about to get sucked into hell? Yes.). Joanna is polite and friendly and Johnny does not worry at all that they would more or less get along (maybe they could even find a common interest that they could talk about! I don't think Zach is much deterred by her occasionally being a little strange) but Aba on the other hand---: " You know, I had the pleasure of meeting your grandfather! ", " Are you plagued by desperation and absolute grief every once in a while? Lost souls tend to be like this. ", " Do a church wedding and I'll make sure to burn down every single one in your vicinity. " Needless to say Johnny cringes further and further into his chair but a gentle squeeze on his thigh and the ring on Zach's finger gives him all the strength to get through this!

[advancedatrophy]

Checking In: A Love Letter?

I haven’t put much thought into how I am going to utilize this application to my advantage. I am not sure if I am going to write to an imaginary “you” with hopes that you will read these one day when you are bored and looking for answers or if I am going to write this under the assumption that “you” are reading these in real time and will be able to acknowledge that you have read it.

I have decided, though, that I will be treating this little application as my diary. Whether it is read or ignored or otherwise, I think maybe I should practice actually communicating my thoughts and feelings somehow. I feel that my inner self is very connected with my emotions but as soon as I am prompted to actually express them, something gets lost in translation.

I decided today, I would like to try.

The biggest emotion I am feeling these days is love. For now, let’s ignore the melodrama and hone in on that feeling. This will be either super romantic or super lame but I need to practice this so I am willing to give it a shot.

When I think about you my entire body feels a wave of calm over it. It’s going to make me sound insane talking about this in depth but I don’t care. You have a way of making me feel so safe and comfortable. Just being near you makes the entire world stop. I find myself getting lost in your presence and I could give less than a fuck about anything else. I become obsessed with trying to get that adorable laugh out of you. All I ever want to do is make you smile so big your cheeks hurt (the ones on your face, moron). When I use the term “sickness” when describing how I feel for you I am not using that term lightly. I feel completely head over heels. I get so excited just thinking about the next time we will be able to be in the same room. Finding new things out about you makes me feel so lucky you let me in on any secret. I get a high knowing I am one of the few people in your life that has the pleasure of really knowing you.

I love to know you. I love being able to predict your reactions in our silly conversations. I love being able to know what makes you tick. I love being able to guess what you’re going to wear, what you did the night before, and what you want in your future. I am so grateful you share so much with me.

I don’t believe in god but thank the lord that you are so funny. I would have wanted you regardless, but the way you are able to hold an engaging conversation with anyone in your path, and at the same time; make them laugh, is honestly astounding and a trait that I am jealous of. You say I light up a room? You set that bitch on fire. You have a unique talent that, for real, was one of the first things I noticed about you. It drew me in like no other. You are magnetic.

The way you’re mind works is incredible. You are so fun to analyze. Watching you make decisions and think about next steps is honestly a turn on. I can see the gears turning in your mind when you think. When you speak, you can relay your thoughts so clearly and really paint a picture so that anyone listening can get a perfect grasp of what is going on up there. I love trying to figure you out. Sometimes I have a race with you to see if I can guess what conclusion you’ll come up with, inside my head. That sounds fucking crazy but I hope you know what I mean. I love you.

I didn’t want to mention this first in an effort to not sound shallow, but babe… you are hot. If you weren’t a man this would be easier to describe, but I’ll do my best with the limited masculine friendly verbage. You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen. The moment I saw you for the first time I knew if I couldn’t have you, I at least wanted to (this app won’t let me use these kinds of words) f you. You have beautiful eyes, did you know I had to purposely bite my tongue for the first while of knowing you for risk of sounding too much like “other girls”? I wanted to stand out so I purposely did not mention them. But holy moly I love getting lost in them. Your smile melts me. And your body? Sheesh. I mean, you look like a god damn greek god. You are gorgeous babe. It makes me feel like I need to be working out and eating better just so that I don’t make you look like you are towing around some troll when we are together.

I could go on and on forever, and I plan to, but for now I think I should stop there just in case I sound like a total psychopath.

How did my first attempt at being expressive go?

If you are reading this, I love you.

[riverdaledreaming]

Heyyy folks just popping back in for the bffas and to say thank you for nominating my stories! It’s really nice to know that while I was in a bughead blackhole y’all were still enjoying the things I wrote. Don’t really know what things will look like moving forward because life is still crazy busy but miss y’all and miss writing for you!

[lovingelegance]

I LOVE YOUR SUGAR MOMMY/DADDY EVENT I CAN'T STOP READING IT ?!AAA

Can we perhaps get a sugar daddy/mommy x bottom Thoma with a little more longer scenario?i love the was you write him :((

You can ignore this if you want! <3🍡

THANK YOUU!! IM GLAD YOU CANT STOP READING ITT <33 and of course you can get something longer!

|| “Sweet or Sour” Thoma X Reader ||

Includes : Sugar daddy/mommy reader, bit of nipple play, small punishment, depending on what option YOU choose you will get a different scenario! Or maybe just read both, whatever floats your boat :)

Side note : Introducing.. OPTIONS! I wanted to try something a little different if you guys don’t mind. I figured this would be the perfect opportunity to do so. Also YAY for hitting 200 followers!! 

Previously on this event..

Rubbing his nipples, you also stroke his cock. “I love that desperate look of yours.” You said in the tone he always loved. He shivered and whined out. “Please- fuck me already, I-I’ll be a good boy!!” He says. You chuckle, shaking your head. He decided to cum without your permission, so you decided to give him a small amount of punishment. He usually doesn’t act up but when he does, you let it slide occasionally. But now, you were feeling a bit more.. sadistic. The tears running down his face awakened something in you. Maybe, it was time to explore this new side with Thoma.

You were edging him for long, you decide to fuck him and give him what he wants. That until is he came with his nipples being touched. You also wanted to experiment that with him. Stopping your actions, you played with his nipples, “W-What are you doing?..” he asks timidly. “Mmph—!” He threw his head back in utter bliss. Soon sucked the other nipple, Thoma was a moaning mess. He felt his orgasm building up and was afraid he was going to get edged again, though that wasn’t the case this time. With a tingly feeling in his stomach he came. “I’m sososo sorry!!” He said worriedly. Now you had to choose whether to punish him again or give him what he wants this time!

❁ - Punish him || ✿ - Don’t Punish him

↑ The flowers are options, when you see which flower (option) you want there will be a scenario beneath!

Option ❁

- Punish him ↴

“Did you cum without my permission?” You coldly said. He wiped the tears off his face and nodded. “Please f-forgive me!” You sighed, you decided to not take this lightly and punish him. “Sense you wanted to cum so bad, I’ll make you cum alright.” Thoma’s eyes widened and a shameful look appeared on his face. “Count.” You say loud enough just to get his attention. “Huh?..” He gazed at you. “Count how many times you came, if you don’t remember we’ll have to start over.” A smirk appeared on your face. The sadistic side came out to play now. Thoma didn’t protest, he knew what he had done wrong. Though, was it wrong for him to look forward to this? He thought about it. The idea of disobedience makes him feel bad, but getting a punishment like this once in a while doesn’t sound so bad. “You ready love?” Glancing over at him, making sure he didn’t feel uncomfortable. “Yes..” he said nervously. You reassured him but after all the reassuring it was time to give Thoma the punishment.

Sucking on one of his nipple and stroking his cock once again, causing him to tense up. “Ugh—! ‘M sorryyy..!~” he apologized, though you didn’t listen. He gripped the bed sheets hard, though not hard enough so it’d tear. “Relax sweetheart, it will be fine.” You cooed. “Mmn O-Okay..!~” he let out a sharp breath. Thoma told himself it would be a short punishment but time said otherwise, the pleasure was immense that he got lost in the time. 2:30..? 1:00? 4:20? Shit. He didn’t even know himself. Speaking about pleasure, he was just about to cum. “Cumming!~ Oh dear—” he let out a trembling moan and came all over his chest. “What number is this?” You ask him. “One! I think, right?!” He says worriedly. Even though he was positive that he just finished the first one he couldn’t help but be worried. “Very good Thoma.” You say with a gentle tone. Though that tone quickly faded as you were thinking. He wondered what you thought about, hopefully it wouldn’t be too cruel. “Touch yourself.” Huh..? He widened his eyes once again. “You can do that right?” You asked, almost in a innocent tone. “Y-Yes, I can.” 

You smile once again at his words. He started to jerk himself off. God, he looked so fucking attractive right now. Thoma just wanted your touch, your touch only. He just wanted for you to be using him, use his cock, his ass, or even his mouth. He didn’t care, he just wanted to get this over with so he can finally feel you again. You could tell by one single look that he was longing for your touch, however as this was a punishment. You can’t give in easily just because he looked desperate. Although you fancied the look of desperation on him. It suits him very.. very well. “Shit- Think I’m cumming! ah-!” He arched his back as he came another time. “C’mon, give me the number were on..” Looking at him with playful eyes. “Uhm.. Two?” Thoma says a bit confused. “Mhm. Surprised you got this far.” You laughed. He felt humiliated, but he liked it. He liked the way you humiliated him, it was in a special way no one else could. 

Thoma let out a gasp, a gasp that was delightful to your ears. You started touching him again after his 4th time cumming. You had another plan in store this time. “Did you miss my touch that bad?” You say amusingly. He nodded his head eagerly, “Yes.. I’ve been waiting for so long..” He said in a needy way. “I’m glad to hear that.” You say, kissing him. “When will we be d-done?” He says shaking a bit. You shrugged and gave him a playful smirk of yours. “When I want the punishment to be done.” Hit bit his lip embracing the fact that it might take longer than needed, but of course. He didn’t mind it at all. 

Option ✿

- Don’t Punish him ↴

“Don’t worry about it baby,” You didn’t like seeing him in so much distraught. “I actually was planning for you to cum.” You say in a forgiving way. “R-Really?” He said more worriedly. “Yes, plus I forgive you. So don’t worry..” You coo. The worried look disappeared off his face. “I’ll fuck you now.” Whispering into his ear, now a more embarrassed look replaced the worried one. He turned his body around, wanting your cock/strap slammed in him. You aligned your tip against his hole. He bit his lip in anticipation, waiting for you to fuck him. Slowly your cock/strap went in him. Thoma let out a whorish moan. Thoma was lucky to have someone as forgiving as you, he was so very grateful for you to cherish him. He couldn’t picture anybody else but you with him. “If you behave this time- I’ll get you something, yeah?” You spoke. You were the type to spoil him which gifts, affection, and... other things. Anything and everything he wanted you would give to him. Though, the only thing he wanted at the moment was you. Endless thoughts about you, morning, afternoon, and night. Thoma lusted, desired, even ached for you. 

“Something?” Thoma asked. He was curious of what you were going to give him this time.  “Anything you want babe.” Winking at him. He smiled, you were always so mischievous with him. What did he do to deserve you? You thrust into him deeper and harder. “Oh- AH~!” Thoma cried out. He quivered with every movement you made. “You’re quite loud aren’t you?-” You purr. He interupted you, “Fuck- I-I’m sorry!” he plead. Thoma covered his mouth and tried to contain his sounds. “It’d be better if you had something in your mouth..” You added on. Shoving a fingers down his mouth, he rolled his eyes back. Is he really into that? You wanted to test it out again and quickly shoved another finger in his mouth. A gag soon turned into a moan. Huh. That’s interesting you thought. Drool seeped out of his mouth. His expression looked more fucked out than before. That turned you on more than you’d like to admit yourself. “Mmph- gonna c-cum!--” “Okay, cum for me then.” You demanded. He let out a gasp as he came all over the bed sheets.

“Can we do it again..?” Thoma shyly asked you. Now you were the one surprised. Though, you weren’t complaining. Not a single word of complaining. “Of course.” You shoved your fingers a bit further into his mouth and started to ram into him again. He let out suppressed noises. “The way you gag on my fingers turn me on, I wonder how you’ll do with my cock/pussy now..” You murmur as you quicken your pace. God, now he wanted to taste your cock/pussy now that you brought it up. Even so, that would be for another day. Right now, you were making him see stars and that’s for sure. Thoma whined out loudly, so.. you shoved another finger into his mouth. His eyesight started to go black as you kept fucking him. “Again! g-gonna cum again~!!” Thoma whimpered as he was barely able to talk. You signaled for him to cum. He let out a strangled moan and the shock waves of pleasure spread throughout all of his body. 

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing this!! <3 and of course.. if not you can always send me a request 🫶

[mukamibabe]

Do you think Karl will force his wife into pregnancy as she won't give up on avoiding and running away from him?He wants her to be with him for the rest of the eternity.So, would he do it?Maybe a oneshot/scenario?

so, this is dark. please be careful reading if darker subjects and topics are triggering for you,,

alright, without further ado, i honestly.. don't know if karl would do so, but at the same time, i can imagine it, as twisted as it is. while karl might not have any more plans for having children, i think he could easily figure out a use for future offspring. plus, this is karlheinz, a man who can sort of do whatever he wants, so getting his s/o knocked up just for fun? just for his own pleasure? sure. it might just end up becoming a christa 2.0 situation though, where karl will convince his s/o that he's in love with them and would probably just gaslight them the entire relationship. i'm not going to say if karl was to get his s/o pregnant it would be with their consent, because it probably wouldn't be 100% consensual but rather with dubious consent? like, again, in christa's case, i may be wrong, but christa was, even before having subaru, was convinced by karl that he was infatuated with her and whatnot. then, one thing led to another and everything escalated. now, whether or not karl would do that just to ensure that his s/o stays with him.. well, he knows he can get them to be with him forever even without getting them pregnant,, . also, the chances of them miraculously loving karl after he’s gotten them pregnant sounds unrealistic to him but either way. karl does what he wants. and if he wants his s/o to have a child for whatever reason, perhaps because he’s actually in love with them (which. not something i see possible because it’s karlheinz) or because he’s got future plans. idk,,!! i’ll write a tiny little drabble for you, though. nothing really graphic at all. also hehe with scenarios i tend to get a bit serious except;.. i hate writing scenarios bc i criticize myself too much 😔 

also i know this is already under a cut, but i think the only trigger warning i can think of (other than karl being a monster) is implied drugging? and restraints? idk i still don’t know how to use tw’s properly but.. 

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Icy cold fingers startled the vampire lord’s tired, restrained little wife, making her jolt from her temporary somber, the only escape Karlheinz was willing to allow her. 

She had done this to herself, the vampire believed.

They could’ve been happy. She could be living comfortably, sitting right next to Karlheinz on his throne, but she all she chooses is to deny. 

It was entertaining at first, is what Karlheinz would say, had he been asked. It was amusing, chasing after someone who, for once in his many years, did not return his affections. 

While the man has had plenty of years practicing his patience, he can only handle so much. 

Brushing away a strand of hair, Karlheinz purposefully stroked his wife before him gently. If it weren’t for the fact that she looked at him with disgust in her eyes, or the fact that she was literally bound together at her legs and arms, it would come off as endearing. But both Karlheinz and his beloved knew it was otherwise.

“Good morning, love. You’ve slept in quite a bit.” Karl stated, ignoring her scowl, completely unbothered, as he usually was. Honestly, if the vampire king wasn’t as old as he was, his wife would’ve given him a challenge, considering how defiant they were. It was admirable, really. The way they still held on to the idea that they could possibly leave him. 

As expected, Karlheinz got no response. That seemed to be the case as of late, aside from a few snarky retorts here and there. Removing his pale hand away from the woman’s face, he raised it up to run through his own white locks. Exhaling, Karlheinz once again, killed the silence that lingered throughout their bedroom.

“Little wife.. I have a proposition for you.” 

No response. 

“Won’t you hear me out, my love?” 

A frown started to just barely form upon his lips, but was gone with a blink. Shifting closer to her, he used his hand to lift the woman’s chin up, making her face him. To his surprise, she didn’t fight it. Perhaps the drink she had hours ago still had an effect on her. Interesting, but right now, Karl wasn’t trying to test out any of his other experiments. Not at this hour, at least. Although, it did give him an idea for future uses. 

Piercing golden eyes gazed into his wife’s, who stared back at him expectantly- not like he left her room to look elsewhere.

“I love you. Don’t you believe me? Do you not believe that we are fated to be?” Karlheinz spoke seriously, despite the fact that he was completely improvising. Women liked to hear that, didn’t they? Karl could almost laugh at the way it sounded like something straight from his brother’s mouth. What a sap, he was. So unlike the man who was seen as a king and even worshipped like a god. 

Eventually, Karl thought, things will work the way he wanted. He felt no pressure to force things along, but the endless game of cat and mouse had grown tiresome. 

Karl shifted once again, moving his hand towards the back of his wife’s neck, intertwining his fingers in his hair before pulling her into a careful kiss. It was short and sweet, just another lie fed to the woman he was able to call his wife. 

“Just what exactly, my dear, would you do in order to get what you desire?”

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little note: i left this ambiguous on purpose because honestly i feel like it fits karl as a character but also i just. wasn’t sure where exactly to go lol. at the very end though, when karl asks what she’d be willing to do in order to break away from him, i had the idea that what he would’ve had in mind would have been to carry his child. anyways, let me know how this was. like i said, i get really self conscious when it comes to scenarios and like.. actual writing so djhfd rip

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Oh my god i just found you're writing and I'm obssessed. First of all, I'm in love with your edgy!karl series. Seriously, it's amazing. Second of all, I had a little idea that you can take as a request if you'd like. I was thinking edgy!dream/clay but with a shy innocent girl. And a hint of some fear play kink? Like she's all cute and he's so edgy shes scared and intimidated by him when they meet and it turns him on knowing shes both scared of him AND attracted to him at the same time so he uses it against her(consensually of course)

can we call him alt!dream? ;) also,,, i rly like this request...

𝐉𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒. ♘ 𝐚𝐥𝐭!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: alt!Dreamwastaken x fm!reader

warnings: smut (18+), fighting, smoking, language, oral (fm. receiving), fear play, asphyxiation, sight size kink & praise, dominance

The movie theatre dimmed, the beginning credits of the film reeling as a montage of a city played in the background. You settled back in your seat, accepting the fact that you had been stood up, determined not to let it ruin the movie you had already paid for. That’s right; instead of treating yourself to a new pair of shoes or a set of notebooks, you agreed to meet up with a sleazy guy from class after weeks of him pleading.

You sighed slightly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you realized you hadn’t even wanted to see the film and had only agreed because he suggested it. Someone moved into a seat near you, his legs stretching as he slumped down, purely due to his towering height. You stiffened, crossing your legs to inch away from him at the sight of his various tattoos peeking out from beneath his dark corduroy jacket.

He carded a hand through his dirty blond hair, revealing an eyebrow ring as he swept his bangs off his forehead momentarily. You tore your eyes from him as you noticed the cigarette balanced behind his ear. Even with the seat between the two, you could smell the smoke on his clothes mixing with the faintest hint of vanilla.

You folded your hands in your lap as you noticed him give you a once over. He reached towards you, making you flinch slightly before you realized he was holding out his bag of candy to you. “Want a jellybean? You look upset,” he motioned, voice low as he whispered.

You shook your head quickly, muttering a thank you and playing with your fingers. He shrugged, watching you for a second more before turning back to the movie. He tucked his arm behind his head, chewing on his lip as if debating whether he should keep talking to you or just let you be. You weren’t really sure which outcome you preferred.

On one hand, he fit every one of your guilty pleasure fantasies, while on the other, he terrified the hell out of you. It was more of an intimidating feeling, residing in the way each of his movements caught your attention and the way you could barely keep your eyes off his grungy appearance. Your mind drifted from the plot of the movie and towards the images of his tattooed hands wrapping around your throat and giving you a reason to be scared.

“You here alone?” He asked, popping another jellybean in his mouth. The action made you think of your grandpa waning himself off of tobacco when you were younger. Those jellybeans were blue and a flavor of comfort for you now, while the man before you seemed to only fish for the red ones.

You nodded hesitantly. “I got stood up,” you mumbled, making him shake his softly. “What about you? Are you here alone?” You wondered where you had gathered the courage to talk to him, his demeanor making you want to run, but his voice was a symphony to your ears in the darkness of the movie house, drawing you closer with each of his lulling words.

He wet his lips. “So far,” he answered. He stuck out his large hand for you to shake, his skin was coarse against yours as his finger reached to brush against your wrist. “I’m Clay,” he added, his name rolling into your mind and nestling itself into your memory just due to the tone of his voice. After you gave him your name his mouth curled into a soft smirk. “It’s nice to meet you,” he remarked. You blushed for an unknown reason, thankful for the darkness to mask your emotions.

Someone entered the theatre, marching up to Clay and leaning down to his ear. “Dream, we have to go now,” the guy whispered into his ear, just loud enough that you could hear him. Clay's face twisted into an annoyed expression while the guy turned to leave.

Clay straightened his jacket on his shoulders. “Not to seem to forward, but can I get your number?” He queried. You raised your eyebrows at him, basking in the fact that despite his friend’s agitation, Clay was taking his sweet time making his move on you.

As if you were acting on instinct, you grabbed a pen from your bag as he held his hand out to you again. You found a bare spot on his skin and wrote your number as clearly as you could manage with your shaking hands at the way his eyes watched you alluringly. Without thinking, you blew on the ink, trying to keep it from smearing. You froze, realizing what you were doing as he bit back a smirk.

He was completely eating up your awkwardness.

He reluctantly took his hand back, being pulled up by his friend. “I’ll call you,” he whispered on his way out, heat rushing to your ears.

The movie ended shortly after he left, sending you back out onto the city streets and away from your cocoon where you had forgotten about the sleazy classmate and let thoughts of Clay weasel their way into your nerves. As you stepped through the doors, your phone began to ring, kick-starting your heart at the thought of it being Clay. Instead, it was a friend of yours asking how your date had gone. You tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder as you pulled a piece of gum out of your purse.

Her ramblings went deaf on your ears as a car violently pulled up to an alleyway a block from you. You squinted as you moved closer, your apartment being in that direction anyway. A few men got from the car and that’s when Clay stepped into view from behind one of the buildings, flicking his cigarette to the ground and snubbing it out with the toe of his heavy boots as he watched them get out. You could see your number still written on his hand, mixing with his tattoos.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking tiredly at the group of men that had come from the car as his friends began to shout at them. Clay chewed on his lip, looking around and away from the conversation before his gaze met yours. His eyes widened slightly before he turned back, an attempt to keep the attention away from you.

One of the car members grabbed for Clay’s jacket, yanking him closer as if to get him to pay mind to the man talking. Clay sent him a cocky grin, towering over him. With his normal height and his boots, he had at least a foot on the guy. One of Clay’s friends separated the two, breaking the groups into a brawl while shouting was accompanied with fists and elbow jabs.

You turned, walking in another direction as briskly as you could without bringing attention to yourself and the group of boys in the alleyway. Little did you know, Clay was watching you leave and kicking himself for it.

The next day, your mind was racing with Clay’s whereabouts. He seemed like he had his opponents under control, but what if one of them had brought a knife or another weapon? It wasn’t unusual for boys in the city to butt heads like they were, but the fact that you’d let one nearly pick you up the night before was boggling.

You gripped the strap of your bag as you crossed the street, stepping onto the sidewalk and adjusting your skirt. You kept your head down as you passed various people coming and going from their apartments before your ears picked up on a familiar voice. You picked your eyes up, spotting Clay and a small group of guys walking together. He popped a jellybean in his mouth after chiming into their conversation.

You held your breath as they neared you and that’s when you noticed his bruised face and scraped knuckles. Your number was faded on his skin, but still apparent on the back of his hand. He smiled at you, breaking off from his group and walking backward to match your pace. You bit back a smile. “Glad to see you’re okay,” you mumbled, barely able to make eye contact with him. His friends called out for him and he waved them off, walking in line with you.

He chuckled lightly. “Yeah, sorry. I would have called last night but…” he made a gesture to his torso as he trailed off. “I broke a rib. I didn’t really… I don’t.” He laughed sheepishly as you raised your eyebrows. “I’m fine. It’s good,” he brushed.

You picked your gaze off the pavement finally, focusing on his discolored black eye and busted lip. He didn’t seem to be too hurt, but he wore his wounds well. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” He asked, voice changing slightly. You drew in a sharp breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before it could get further knotted in the wind. A few people narrowed their eyes at the two of you and you wondered how you looked together. What kind of juxtaposition it was; his tall, dark figure looking like death in Doc Martens while you barely passed his shoulder in height with your less intimidating color scheme.

You debated how to answer him. Your eyes flickered to his dangly earring; a silver ankh. He ate another jellybean. “I was at first. I’m still kind of weary of you, I guess,” you muttered, making a smile bite into his features.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair, which you were beginning to believe was a habit when he was coming up with what to say. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”

You shook your head. A blush crept to your cheeks. “No, I kind of like it,” you mumbled, barely audible enough for him to hear. His hand slipped into yours and you could feel your chest tighten.

“You like being scared of me?” His voice was dripping with allure, making you bite your tongue in a flushed embarrassment. “You just keep getting better and better,” he teased, making your ears burn.

You weren’t sure how you ended up there, but God, were you thankful for Clay’s hands as they kneaded your ass, his lips pressing against yours. He ground his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth as your nails sank into his tattooed skin. His tongue pressed past your lips, his large hand moving to fist in the sheets beside you before dragging up your shirt to grip your breast.

You breathlessly moaned as he broke your kiss, lips trailing down your body as he sat back on his knees, dragging your underwear off as your shirt was also discarded to the floor. He looped his arms around your thighs, bringing you closer to his mouth as his concentrated stare shifted to your eyes before he buried himself between your legs, your body tensing as a groan ripped through your body. Your fingers carded through his soft blond hair, tugging slightly in appraisal as he pulled away from you.

Clay looked up at you again, slowly pressing one of his long fingers into you, you moaned his name, reaching one of your hands up to grip at the headboard above you. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, voice deep with lust as his breath fanned against your wet core. He pushed another finger into you as you nodded. He pressed his lips to your thigh. “I can’t believe you’re scared of me,” he mocked, making you whimper as his fingers pulsed against your sweet spot.

He pressed his lips to your core again, tongue teasing at your nerves as you caught your lips between your teeth. You moved your knee further up his arm for a better angle, driving him deeper. He pulled away, his fingers speeding up. “So needy,” he chuckled, the sound enough to send you over the edge if you really thought about it.

“Clay, please. I want you,” you whined softly, your thighs threatening to close around his head. His eyes sparkled devilishly, leaning away from you before tugging your legs towards him. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, jaw tensing as you moaned around him.

He grabbed your hips, flipping your body and pushing your shoulders into the mattress. You heard him unbuckling his belt and your fingers knitted into the sheets beneath you. He pulled you back by the shoulders, hand moving to hold onto your neck. “Maybe I should give you something to be scared of,” he chided, making a shiver run up your spine as he pushed your thighs apart driving himself up into you. You were sure you would tear in half at the sheer size of him, but you bit back your whimpers at the pleasuring pain.

One of your hands moved to grip onto his arm as he thrust into you, his teeth threatening to dig into your shoulder as you moaned. His other hand moved to tease at your nerves, his determination to summon your orgasm sending your head reeling. You tilted back your head, resting against his shoulder as his hand tightened around your throat.

He let go of you, dipping you against the mattress again as his fist knotted in your hair. He steadied himself, leaning on one of his arms beside your head. Your hand wrapped around his wrist as he thrusted into you at an ungodly pace, lips hovering beside your ear as he grunted your name and how good you felt.

You pushed your hips up against him turning your head enough that he pressed his lips against yours, the vibrations from his moans sending heat throughout your body. Clay’s tongue slipped into your mouth roughly, tasting your whimpers and lust. His teeth dragged against your lip as you felt him throb inside of you.

He pushed your shoulder back, moving you on your side as your leg curled around. At the new angle, he could drive himself deeper into you; dark green eyes focused on yours as his warmed breath cascaded over your chest. His hand moved to your jaw, running his thumb against your burning lips as his sights were almost hungrily looking upon you. Your breathing became shallow as he smirked at you, moving his hand to your throat again.

He leaned down, slowing his pace to drag in and out of you as his lips were close to your ear. He applied pressure, your breath hitching in your throat. “So pretty. Good girl, taking me so well,” he praised, making you moan as he kissed you again before speeding up his thrusts. You moaned out his name again, finishing as your eyes fluttered shut. He chuckled darkly, pounding into you harder. “Fuck,” he hissed, lips pressing to the skin behind your ears, digging his face into your hair as he chased his high.

He exhaled, breath blanketing your skin before he kissed your shoulder, cheek, and finally your lips in a quiet appraisal. You pulled him into the spot beside you. He ran his fingers through his hair as you curled against his side, his other hand brushing softly against your arm. You knotted your fingers with his, brushing your thumb against where your faded number rested. “Didn’t you just break a rib?” You asked, finally noticing the slide bruising on his side.

Clay chuckled softly. “Yeah, I think I was running on adrenaline until a second ago,” he groaned.

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