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winniethewife · 9 months ago
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I...Wow, Speechless.
just leaving it here in case you’d be interested! Literally anything for Leto Atreides with femdom dynamic would be awesome!! ❤️‍🔥 everyone is writing him as a dom :( this is for you - 💐
This took pretty long but I hope it was worth the wait <3
I watched the movie but it did not help me that much with the characters. Leto is hot though. He is regal but also compassionate and I dig that. It's very tragic what happens to him but that's what fanfiction is for right?
Also, I’m surprised bc literally all of Oscar’s characters feel like closet subs lol
The timeout
Leto x Reader
Cw: dom! Afab Reader, sub! Leto, angst, thigh riding, urethral play (not very detailed), grabbing by the neck (explicitly not ch*cking or breath play, only used a gesture to assert dominance), pwp
Word count: 4.2k
Summary: Duke Leto Atreides has sent for your services tonight with a special request that you almost refused but not for the obvious reasons.
Or You are a professional dom who usually doesn't have feelings for your clients until you do.
A/N: I literally only saw the movie so no guarantees on any details XD In the movie they address Leto as "my lord" or "sire" but with his title of Duke it should be "Your Grace" and that's what I used here.
The guards at the door looked only from the corner of their eyes as you approached the Duke’s camber as if just knowing that you were there was improper. They could probably hear what was happening in the room on the other side of the wall. Just for the sake of the Duke’s safety, this would make sense. You recognized one of them from the last time you had been called to the palace, that time too he had been on guard duty here. You stopped in front of the door and waited. The guard who you already knew pushed a button behind him and wordlessly opened the door for you. 
As you stepped into the darkness, soft lights flicked to life, hidden in the ceiling and the floor their light bounced off the walls and filled the spacious bedroom with a warm atmosphere.
When the door closed behind you all sounds were shut out and only the silence of an empty room remained. As soon as the Duke of House Atreides would arrive, you two would find a way to fill it. 
You sat your bag down on the bed and let the cape slide down your shoulders. You could not hang it anywhere, so the cape found a place on the floor next to the bed. It made you wonder if this was by design, that the Duke got off on the sight of your clothes in his chambers. On the other hand, for someone of his rank, the Duke’s private room was modest, almost utilitarian. Only a bed, a few storage cabinets that you did not dare to even touch let alone open, and a place to sit and write. No lavish wall hangings, statues, or other frivolities were to be found here. This bedroom with its lack of pomp reflected its owner well. 
You opened your bag and looked at the tools inside. Earlier today a messenger had come to your home and had given you a note from the Duke. This request was quite specific and had come with the explicit choice to do it. You could have declined if it went against your taste or ethics. Normally people could not outright decline a request from the Duke like this and that alone made you feel special.
Usually, you would not come this early but today you had to prepare a bit before he would come to meet you here. He would leave his last meeting of the day, eat an in-between meal, then he would come into this chamber and expect to let himself fall under your guidance. It must have been quite a hard time for him if he wanted something more extreme than the last times you had been at his service. On the other hand, there was some natural progression with which people used your service. It always started out light followed by a phase of self-exploration until they found the limit of what was still comfortable. As you lay out all the things you would need at hand your mind inevitably shifted to the last time you had been here. The same warm light had shone on the Duke’s sweat-covered body as his hands grabbed at the soft sheets, not knowing what else to grab onto while his release swapped over him. The thought sent a chill down your spine. Today you had almost declined the Duke’s request and it had nothing to do with his request. Maybe that would have been better for your mental state. Even if he was not the Duke, Leto would be the most gorgeous man you had ever seen and you had made him chase his release for hours until he forgot even his own name, only bagging for you to have mercy on him. The image of Duke Leto naked, shining with sweat and needy, laying in this very bed while you sat next to him unable to get yourself off. It drove you insane. Last time you had gone back to your home and with trembling fingers, you had rubbed yourself until you came but it was not right, it was not enough. You had gone to your closet and chosen a toy but you were careful not to use one that was close to what you had seen earlier. You knew which one was approximately the right size but did not dare to use it. He was still the most powerful person, not only on this planet but the head of a whole system of planets. He could have you beheaded at any time that it pleased him. Duke Leto was not known to do such things but if you stepped too far out of line that was no way of knowing what would happen. Even if he was not one to relieve people of their heads, others in his inner circle may not be so kind. Every time you had sat in this camber to satisfy your ruler’s needs you felt blasphemous for wanting to feel his tongue between your legs and his heavy glory stretch you wide open. It was preposterous. He was the regnant and you were his subject, just because this was your profession did not mean you were entitled to taking what you wanted, no, because this was your job he expected you to be professional about it, not soaking your underwear at the thought of him. There was no way you could ever …
The scraping of the door made you jump and your heart hammered in your chest. He had appeared: Leto Atreides, Duke of House Atreides. By the gods, he was stunning. Recently his deep black hair had become streaked with white. Some men looked old once the first white appeared on their heads but the ruler of Caladan only became more regal. The dark grey uniform he wore highlighted his wide shoulders and despite the simple cut, it made him stand out as the most powerful person on the planet. Why would someone like him need a pompous outfit when he could enter a room wearing the finest clothes the spinners of the known universe could produce and have it be comfortable too? 
The lines that stress and age had drawn on his face melted when he smiled in the most dazzling way. 
“Your Grace.” 
You bowed down as he took a few more steps into the room and the door closed behind him, shutting out the murmur of the palace and the prying the ears and eyes of the guards once again.
“You have prepared already? I’ll get ready then.” 
He unfasten the belt around his waist and tossed it onto the pile of your cape.
"Come."
"Yes, your Grace."
You straighten. Your guts began to tighten into a hard ball as you walked over to him. The Duke looked at you expectedly. You willed your hand to stay steady but they shook when you reached for the collar of his jacket. The small hooks with which the Jacket was fastened resisted your trembling fingers and did not help your nerves.
"Should I call the camber lady?" he jested with an amused smile on his lips. 
In his day-to-day life, the camber ladies helped him to get dressed and undressed but you hated the thought of more people knowing that you were here, so your clumsy fingers had to do. His hot breath fanned over the skin of your hands as you fumbled with his collar. You were aware of how close you stood and his smell tickled your nose and set your gut on fire. Some traces of perfume, the lingering smoke of the pipes some of the ministers loved to smoke, and a smell that was unlike anything else, his own smell that never vanished. You fought the urge to bury your face in his neck. How had you done this in the past? One of the tiny hooks finally came undone and you let out a sigh of relief. There was a second one at the base of the collar while the rest of them were along the back. You did not dare to give into your desire to kiss his neck but one thing you could simply not avoid. Your fingers ghosted over the side of his neck as you move to open the other hook and tried to hide the hitch in your breath at the feeling of his hot, soft skin.  
The next hook opened easily and you stepped behind him. Your fingers followed the seam to the hooks on his back. Opening each one rewarded you with a bit more of his bare back. You swallowed hard and bit the inside of your cheek, all to not touch him again even though everything screamed to touch his hot skin. The last hook came undone and you took a step back. His Grace let the jacket slide off his arms and you pried to the gods of the old days to give you strength or strike you down where you stood. Neither happened. 
As always he turned to face you and you did not know where you should look. Into his warm brown eyes, the swell of his chest, and the plains of his stomach were all not good choices for different reasons. You chose to avoid the choice with a bow, not as deep as before but at least you did not have to look at him. He turned to go and wash off the day in the bathroom that belonged to this room. Just because you could only see his shoes that did not mean that the rest of him was not in your inner eye. Again you had to think about the torture of having to watch him come over and over without any relief for yourself and two words slipped your lips.
“Your grace.”
Still bowed, you saw his shoes halt at the sound. His stare weighed heavy on you even if you could not see his brown eyes. What were you thinking? You could not ask for this. Your stand was too low to even think about asking, and yet the experience from the last times made your gut twist into a ball of dread. 
“What is it?”
You could not bring the words to come out. Would you be instantly executed for even saying it? The guards were just outside the room and could hear more than you dared to think about. You should come up with something to say that was not the truth. Maybe you could still save your neck.
“I…“ 
The blood rushes in your ears and your head burned as you just stood there, staring at the Duke’s boots. 
“You can talk freely,” he said in a painfully soft voice. It made your heart somersault in your chest and you pressed your lips together, hoping to keep the words inside. You hoped he would let it slide and enter the bathroom instead if you just did not say anything. 
The sound of your name on his lips was like a boulder that rolled right through your wall of willpower. How could you deny him the information he was asking for? 
“Can I …? Can I get my release today?”
The silence that followed was deafening, it weights so heavy on your shoulders that you wanted to sink to your knees and the only reason you did not beg for forgiveness was that you were afraid to move. You were still alive even after saying that meant that the Duke had not realized what you had said and any movement could mean your end. So you stood frozen in place, holding your breath and listening for something but only hearing the rushing of blood in your ears. At any moment now the door would open and the guards would storm in to take you away or worst, relieve you of your head right there. Duke sucked in air and you pressed your eyes shut. Maybe he would just get his weapon and do it himself.
"Yes."
The word was like a needle that pierced you and the anxiety balloon that had kept you standing was losing air. 
"You can," he rang for the words while you still could not believe that you would probably live to see the next morning. "You can use my body as you see fit."
As always, his Graceretreated into the next room to take a bath and get in the headspace for want was about to happen. Usually, you did not need that time to prepare but today you sank down on the edge of the big bed and try to calm your hammering heart. He had said yes, and not just that. "Use my body as you see fit". How much trust he had to have in you to say that? 
When the door to the bathroom opened you had composed yourself because now the roles were reversed and you had to take care of Leto. He wore plain, dark grey pants and a simple shirt of the same color. If you had not known better you could have believed that he was just another guy from the streets, a very handsome one though. 
"Come over here."
You pointed to a spot right before you. Leto’s brown eyes lit up and the wrinkles that years of politics had craved into his face began to smooth. The time that he spent with you were the only moments where he was truly unburdened, free from what was going on outside of this room and you intended to do your best for him. Inside you still trembled from what he happened before but he must not see that now.  
"Kneel," you instructed when he reached the spot where you wanted him. Leto could barely hide his excitement and sank to the floor. The hard stone was surely unpleasant to kneel on but it was a low level of discomfort compared to what he would experience today. 
"Aren’t you a cute puppy?" you said and grabbed his chin. Others would have found it strange that you used the word "cute" for this middle-aged man but with his adoring eyes on you, it was hard not to feel that way. You scratched his soft beard and took three steps around him until you stood behind his back. 
The very first time you had been here had been all about wants and limits. One particular thing had crystallized in the following session, Leto needed one thing above everything else to get into the right mindset: a ritual. Every session after the 2nd one had started the same: he went to wash up or take a bath, and you would call him over to you and make him kneel. Now came the final part of this ritual before you started the next part. Your hand traveled from his right shoulder over the firm chest to the other shoulder until you had him in a chokehold and you could feel his heartbeat against his neck. It was just tight enough that he could feel you but did not restrict his breathing.  
"You are going to do exactly what I say."
"Yes, ma’am." He breathed the words more than he said them. 
"Will you follow my orders?"
"Yes, ma’am."
"Who is in charge here?"
"You are, ma’am."
Your whole body was lit up and tense. With every answer you could feel him sink more into your arms, eager and pliable. It was time to ask the last question, to finish your prologue.
"Who do you belong to?"
He sucked in air between his teeth and you gave him a tiny squeeze.
"I belong to you, ma’am."
"Good."
You released him and took a moment to calm your shaking legs before stepping in front of him. Keeping up the image of authority was important here. 
"Stand."
He obeyed eagerly and rushed to his feet. 
"Strip."
Now, this gave him a pause. Usually, he had kept his clothes on or only took off some things later. Leto reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head with a gleam in his eyes. He was a bit proud of his body, you realized. Vanity was not a characteristic you thought he had yet here he was enjoying you looking at him. Despite his schedule, Leto must take some time to take care of his body and it showed in his muscular arms, round chest, and flat stomach.
"Strip," You repeated in a warning tone when he did not move to remove the rest of his clothes. Leto looked into your eyes as he hooked his fingers under the hem of his pants and pulled them down. He had forgone any underwear, so he was now completely exposed. 
"Lie down on your back." 
He sat on the bed and got into the position that you wanted. You took the rope from the bedside table, grabbed his right hand, and lifted it over his head. 
"Your other hand."
You tied his wrists together and onto the headboard of the bed. His half-hard erection twitched when you tightened the robe. 
"Don’t struggle too much. You will be punished if you get bruises on your wrists."
"Yes, ma’am," he breathed. 
Now came the fun part: the tease. He had a special request but that did not mean you could not do something else first. You ran your fingers over the soft inside of his arms down to his chest and he whimpered. The inside of his thighs was especially sensitive and when you dragged your nails over the skin there he twitched and his eyes fluttered shut. You enjoyed the soft skin beneath your finger too much. You could probably spend hours just running your fingertips over some places that were smoother than the rest like the patch of skin right on his hip bone. The hairs were dense around the middle but quickly vanished towards the sides. You did not quite know why the feeling was so satisfying but you could hardly get enough of it. 
Leto could only watch as your hands explored all the soft spots of his body. He was painfully hard already and you had not even started. 
"I think it’s time now, don’t you?"
He stared at you with wide eyes when you took a box from the nightstand and opened it. The metal rods inside reflected the dim light of the bedroom on their polished surfaces. The two thinnest ones were made from a harder metal that did not bend as easily but was harder to manufacture and thus was more expensive. This kind of stimulation was overwhelming and for most, it was too much to take. You took him into your hand and he sucked in air through his mouth. So silky and hard. Your mouth was watering but you showed a neutral face. Be professional. Even after the little conversation, you had had you felt a barrier in your mind that did not let you do anything other than what you were here to do. 
 When the lubricated rode slowly entered, his mouth opened but no sound came out. Even though there was no objection you were careful. You did not know if this was his first time doing this but it was better to proceed carefully. 
When you moved the road Leto’s body tensed, his hands gripping the air in hope of finding something to hold on to. His drawn-out moan resonated in your body until it pooled between your legs. Here you were again, helplessly turned on, with a hammering heart, a dry throat, and sticky underwear. 
You needed to do something about the throbbing heat between your legs and straddled his thigh. His eyes flew open when your wet core made contact with his skin. He strained against the cuffs and his hands clenched and unclenched. He wanted to touch you. You dragged your hips back and forth and the whimper it drew from his lips made you clench. What would you give to sink down on the beautiful hardness in your hand? Anything, but it felt wrong, out of reach. The resistance in your mind was stronger even than that urge. You tried to see the bright side, denying him the feeling of being inside of you seemed to be pure torture for him too. 
“Please,” he whimpered. Words came hard to him in these moments with you so how desperate must he be?
“Do you want to be inside of me,” You asked in the calmest voice you could muster. 
A strangled moan was his only answer. Pulling the rode out almost pushed him over the edge. He gasped and looked at his erection in your hands, his eyes bagging even harder than his words ever could. You grabbed his chin and made him look into your eyes and said: “No, you're not getting that.”
He whined and you rocked your hips faster, pleading to the gods of old for a quick release while Leto squirmed trying to deal with his helplessness. He wanted to touch you, feel you, and cum inside of you, but you denied him all of that and it was driving him mad. You closed your eyes, concentrating on your clit dragging over his thigh that was slick with your arousal. You placed your hands blindly on his body for support and you were still surprised at how hard his muscles were for someone who did not have to work physically. Even for you, there was something deeply animalistic ing about the way muscles felt. It satisfied the oldest parts of you in the darkest corner of your subconsciousness. With a moan and curse on your lips, you pushed yourself over the edge of his thick, hard thigh. 
For a few breaths, there was only a comfortable nothingness all around you. The world manifested from the edges again, first the murmurs of the halls beyond the walls, Leto’s controlled breathing, his sweaty skin under your palms and pressed against your core, your own hammering heart, and your labored breathing. You opened your eyes to Leto staring at you with a mixture of wonder and desperation. 
Maybe it was time to give him his release too. You took his erection into your hand and stroked it slowly. 
“Did you like watching me?”
He did not answer but you had a feeling the answer was yes and I hate it. 
“You have been good today. Now come for me.”
Leto was indeed so good that he came on command. Another beautiful moan accompanied the hot streaks of milky liquid that painted a pattern on his chest. 
You gave him and yourself a moment to catch your breaths. 
“Come.”
You held out your hand for him and lead him to the bathroom. 
Taking care of him until he was back to himself was also part of your job and one that you enjoyed just as much. You took a washcloth from the shelf and soaked it in warm water. The soft, thick material must feel nice because Leto closes his eyes as you clean his body from his release and the sweat. 
“I didn’t know,” he said after a while. His eyes were present again. This was no longer your submissive pet but your ruler that stood in front of you. 
“You don’t want your other clients.”
It was not a question. Most of the people you assisted did not turn you on, in fact, only very ever had and wondered why he did. 
“No,” you confirmed. 
“Since when?”
“The second time.”
The first time had been quite normal but something had changed. He nodded.
You stopped with the washcloth and averted your eyes. It was improper of you to look into his eyes directly now that you were done with your job. 
“You know you have to tell me honestly when I ask you,” he said and you nodded. “Do you want to kiss me?”
A heat wave ran down your body as if you had been dumped into a hot pool of water, head first. You had to answer honestly but it was a blasphemous thing to say. He took a small step towards you and made you look into his eyes. 
“Do you want to kiss me?”
“Yes.”
You expect to be tackled down by the guards for saying such a thing but it did not happen. Instead, a hot mouth attacked your lips. Even though you could see it coming you were still taken aback by his action. For a few heartbeats, you were frozen in place, while your mind tried to understand the situation but every clear thought flew out the window when his tongue slid over your bottom lip. You opened your mouth in response and your hand tangled in his soft hair. He moaned into your mouth when you angled his head by pulling him into the position you wanted by his hair. His hands on your hips brought you closer until your body was flush against his, still-naked form. You lost yourself in the kiss and only pulled back when you ran out of breath. 
"Please don’t hold back next time," he breathed and planted a sweet kiss on your forehead.
A/n: I didn't know how to end this but also did not want to write more XD
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rosesanddecay · 1 year ago
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Oscar Isaac Characters Eating You Out
Minors DNI
Featured Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Moon Knight System, Basil Stitt, Anselm Vogelweide, Blue Jones, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Prince John, Santiago “Pope” Garcia x afab!reader (Pronouns and descriptions aren’t used for the reader)
CW: SMUT (did you look at the title?), pet names, slight size difference, fingering, face riding, mention of periods, slapping, toys, anal, dub-con, sub and dom roles, squirting, overstim/crying, untranslated Spanish, and possibly some other things (All are just brief mentions)
These are just some short, dumb little rambles/headcannons of mine, so it’s not written the best. Not proofread or heavily edited.
(Lmk if you want more in the future)
Miguel O’Hara - Across the Spiderverse
Miguel is a tired man, always overworking himself with the Spider Society. All because he’s extremely thorough, never leaving something to be completed at a later date. Because of this, it’s not often he gets the chance to destress.
So, when it comes time to pleasure, he’s just as thorough. Miguel makes sure you feel just as much pleasure as he does.
Of course, because of his lack of free time, Miguel doesn’t care where or when it happens, he’s eating you out.
You’re in his office? Bend over.
You’re on your period? I guess he’s not beating the vampire allegations.
Pick a time or a place, he’s there, willing to thoroughly please you in whatever way he can.
Miguel is on his knees with your legs over his shoulders. His claws gently pricking at the soft of your thighs as he holds you still.
If you squirm too much, he is glaring at you from overtop your heat, pinning you in place with one of his massive hands.
His tongue runs laps in your cunt, teasing your clit and slurping you up. He’s eating you like a starved man, letting out small growls every now and again.
Miguel will refuse to touch himself until you’ve climaxed multiple times. He has the stamina to keep going for hours, and this is just a warm up for him. Besides, he’d rather see either of your pretty lips wrapped around his length over his hand.
When you’re a trembling, sopping mess underneath him, he’ll finally stop. His lower face is shiny as he licks his lips and hungrily smirks at you.
“Don’t think this is over, mi amor. This is just the beginning…”
Marc Spector / Steven Grant / Jake Lockley - Moon Knight
Marc wants you to feel as much pleasure as possible, because while he denies it, a part of him is a people pleaser. He always puts his partners above himself, including during intimate moments.
Marc is experienced and he will take the time to know what you like. Marc practically memorizes your body and what gets you riled up. But if he has the choice, he has you on your knees as he eats you out from behind.
Marc has you bent over as his tongue hits that perfect spot, causing you to tremble and moan in pleasure.
He loves seeing you grasp the sheets as you bury your face in your pillow, to him it’s a sign of validation, evidence that he’s making you feel good.
His hands grab at your thighs and ass as he goes to town. If he feels you try to pull away, he’ll swat your rear until you stay still.
When his mouth starts to ache, Marc will pull up and insert his fingers instead. He’ll move them in the way that has your toes curling and has muffled screams coming from your pillow.
Of course though, he finishes the job with his mouth back on you, drinking up every ounce you give him. He’ll lick his lips clean and kiss your cunt in praise.
“You did so good for me, darling…”
Steven is the most insecure of the boys. He never had the chance to date before, so he’s always worried about making you feel good. He especially worries when he hears how Marc talks about your guys' time together. Steven wants to make you feel just as good.
But Steven isn’t as affirmative as Marc or Jake.
Steven will keep you on your back, his hands feeling his favorite parts of your body. He loves to caress you.
Steven likes to be thorough but also to go slow. He wants you to feel every little moment he makes.
His tongue hits the spots you love, but it’s methodical, careful.
Steven pleasures you as though you could fall apart if he were to be too rough. But if you grind your hips or grab his hair, he’ll go a bit faster.
He lets you have control, his goal is to make you feel good, so why wouldn’t he listen to you?
Despite being focused on you, Steven won’t hesitate to make himself feel good too. Whether it’s with his hand or just humping at the mattress in front of him.
He definitely gets pussy drunk, babbling as dines on you.
“So pretty… so pretty…”
Jake, on the other hand, prefers to be a bit risky.
As much as he loves private moments with you (like the other boys), the thrill of getting caught makes it more exciting for him.
He’ll absolutely eat you out in his car or in an empty alleyway. All because you dressed up pretty for him or gave him that perfect smile of yours.
Jake likes to be quick but efficient with you, at least in public.
Jake sinks to his knees and pushes you against the brick wall. His hand stays on your stomach, making sure you don’t scramble from his grasp.
He’d start slow, intentionally making you panic about getting caught, but as he gets quicker, you become a moaning mess above him.
Jake will smirk as he makes quick work of you, making you finish quicker than you thought possible.
“Tan perfecta/o, mi vida… tan perfecta/o para mí…”
All of them love you so much, so sometimes after a hard day, they’ll each take turns making you feel good.
Steven most likely starts, being that he’s the most gentle. He’s a good warm up and he’s good for calming down without actually stopping. But with the other guys there too, he definitely is being a bit more aggressive to keep up.
Marc and Jake will take their turns, teasing and riling you up. Just between those two alone, your position is constantly changing, there’s no chance you’re getting sore from being stuck in one place.
Each of the boys will make sure you feel good, prioritizing you above all else. They even monitor each other through the many mirrors littered throughout the apartment. They just want their darling to feel good <3
Each will take their time, only stopping when you’re an overstimulated, crying mess.
Soft kisses and cuddling definitely ensue afterwards.
“Our beautiful darling…”
Basil Stitt - Lightningface
Basil, the pathetic, desperate, possessive loner. He will do anything for your attention. He will follow your every order. You don’t even have to touch him, he’ll cum just from eating you out. He loves you that much.
Basil is aggressive as he eats you out, desperate to make you finish. Because if you finish, you’ll stay, despite his scars.
He moans and whimpers more than you do as you pull him deeper into your cunt. His hands grapple at every curve of your body, desperate to make sure you’re real, that you want him.
Why would anyone want a monster like him? Even his own girlfriend cheated on him before his accident happened.
As he tastes you, he desperately chases your climax.
He needs you to feel good. He needs you.
When your legs tense around his head and you start praising him, he starts crying and finishes as well, his seed staining the floor below him.
His head falls against your inner thigh as his tears fall fast. He grabs at you harshly, his fear causing his chest to ache.
“Imsosorry… staywithmeplease…”
Anselm Vogelweide - Big Gold Brick
Anselm is a weirdo, a big horny weirdo, let’s get that out of the way.
Anselm will touch you and do whatever he wants whenever he wants. This kinky switch of a man will eat you out in any way possible, and it’s never simple.
Per his request, he lies tied up with you over him. His arms are completely restrained as he lets you control the situation.
Your glittering heat flutters as he blows on you, smirking at every little reaction you have. He loves your noises, especially when you’re loud.
Eventually you sit on his face, and groaning happily, he licks up into you.
Your hips rock back and forth on his face, his nose hitting your throbbing clit harshly. You’re breathing heavily as Anselm eats you up, his beard scratching the back of your legs as your hips move.
Despite being such an odd man, he absolutely knows what he’s doing, like— he’s extremely talented with his tongue alone. With every squirm and noise you make, he’s watching you like a hawk.
Your high builds and comes crashing down quickly. But when you start to move off, he harshly demands you get back.
“We aren’t done yet, doll. If you don’t get back on, I’ll kill myself.”
Blue Jones - Sucker Punch
Blue doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure, no- it’s to prove a point.
He owns you, just like he owns all the people working for his club. And because he owns you, he has to make sure you know how good only he can make you.
You were in the dressing room when he approached you, his eyes hungrily scanning your body.
Whether out of fear or attraction, you do everything he asks. So when he asks you to strip bare, you do exactly that.
With his head between your thighs, it’s hard to remember that this man could kill you without a second thought. He’s just too talented with his tongue.
Running a club has its perks, including having lots of practice in making others feel good. With all this practice, this man will do anything to make you squirt. He sees it as a sign of victory, that his toy likes him the best.
Your back is arching as Blue hits your sweet spot. Your hips lightly hump his face and nose, chasing your high. His hands grip your legs, letting you ride his face more and more.
You squirt all over his face, causing him to hum in approval.
When you finish, he licks a stripe through your arousal. Blue’s eyes meet yours.
“Bunny, do you act like such a desperate whore with all the clients?”
Poe Dameron - Star Wars
Lover of the sky, Poe is known for being quite flirty. With the constant travel, Poe has had his share of hookups and romantic partners.
Which is why, of course, Poe would do anything to make you feel as much pleasure as possible.
He’s cocky, sure, but when he brags about how loud he makes you scream, you know it’s the truth.
After a long day of travel, Poe is clinging to your cunt.
As his tongue runs laps through your folds, you tightly grip at his curls.
He’s already made you finish at least twice, and he’s desperate for another.
Your cunt is trembling from overstimulation, broken moans escaping your lips as you lazily try to pull him away.
With every faint tug of his hair, he pulls your body closer towards his mouth, not letting you escape.
His tongue circles your clit like a dehydrated man, wanting you to release and give every drop of yourself to him again and again.
When Poe gets you to release over his tongue once more, he doesn’t back off, speaking as he licks every drop.
“Just one more… Can you handle one more for me, baby?”
Nathan Bateman - Ex Machina
Nathan doesn’t eat you out normally, he much prefers using his fingers if he has to.
This man prefers making himself feel good above all else, he only tolerates making you feel good. Which is why he always makes you finish quickly or sometimes not at all, moving on to make sure he can get his pleasure from this exchange.
The only time he has eaten you out was when he walked in on you having a wet dream, mumbling his name as your legs spread under the blankets.
You wake up moaning loudly, Nathan tucked between your thighs, mouth to your aching core.
As he hits your sweet spot, you instinctively grab his head. His buzzed hair provides nothing to grip to as your hips sleepily grinds his face.
Everything feels extra sensitive and good, the lack of previous priority making you extra needy.
His beard provides a scratchy and satisfying feeling as his tongue laps up your soaked folds.
He doesn’t even acknowledge that you’ve awoken, now on a mission to make you finish on his mouth.
His hands grope at your waist and ass, gripping at all the soft flesh he can.
When you finish with trembling legs, he lifts his head, his beard glistening in your juices. His hand palms over his cock as he sits on his knees and stares down at you.
“Get up. It’s my turn.”
Duke Leto Atreides - Dune
Leto is a very busy man, but he does worship you when he gets the chance.
Constantly being needed by everyone, it feels nice to relax and give himself to the one person he wants to: you.
Sure, sometimes you’re under the table servicing him, but it’s not often he gets the chance to do the same for you.
He’s on his knees, worshiping your pussy like it is a divine god. Leto is praying to you with his tongue.
Leto is so focused on you, he can’t even acknowledge his own pleasure before he knows you’ve had some release.
He has to give his baby some extra care while he has the chance <3
His hands touch every inch that he can, worshiping all of you that he can.
Leto’s nose bumps your clit as he watches you like prey, he just loves your blissed out expression.
When you two make eye contact, he makes his assault that much more pleasurable. Whether that’s adding in his fingers or reaching deep into you with his tongue. Man loves his eye contact.
When you climax, he’s smiling and peppering kisses over your inner thighs.
“I still have time, shall we go for another?”
Prince John - Robin Hood (2010)
John is a man of pleasure, and he will devour you as long as he gets some in return. Just… never mention your ex or past relationships, he gets jealous.
He loves different positions and experimenting with you, as long as you’re both having fun or a good time, then he’s more than happy.
John, the whiny man, is begging into your cunt as you two eat each other up.
Your mouth is wrapped around his length as he laps up your warmth.
With each stroke of your tongue, he moves his in tandem. Every moan you gain from him, wonderfully rumbles your pussy.
His hands grasp and pull your ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh.
John eats you like a starved man, because despite his regal status, you are by far the best meal he’s eaten.
At least that’s what he’d be saying if it weren’t the end to your guys night of pleasure, and John didn’t need an heir.
He probably isn’t the most thrilled to be eating his and your cum out of your pussy, but it's you, so he can’t complain.
Together, you finish and clean each other of every last drop, leaving both of you exhausted.
John pats his shoulder.
“Come, rest your head.”
Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Triple Frontier
Santiago loves to tease you. No matter the situation or place, he will edge you until you’re crying.
He likes seeing you as a whimpering mess, begging for some relief.
You were just on the cusp of finishing when Santiago pulled away, watching as you begged him to let you cum.
He’d chuckle and hold your hands hostage, not letting you get the chance to finish what he started.
As you start to come down from your high, he’d go back in, licking and eating your cunt out.
As you squirm, chasing your release, he’d cage your legs in place with his arms and hands. You’re not allowed to escape him or his constant teasing.
When he finally lets you finish, you’re a trembling mess, your hole clutching at his tongue as he eats every last drop.
“You’re so cute like this… maybe I should go again?”
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Kinktober Day 2 - Caning
Cardinal Primo x GN!Reader
Cardinal Primo is always far too hard on himself, but sometimes he needs a break. Sometimes he needs you to be hard on him, too.
Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
Words: 4.5k.
Reading Time: 18 min.
Warnings: blood, caning, dom/sub dynamic, flagellation, impact play, masturbation, praise kink, self-flagellation,
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Recommended listening: Take Me Back To Eden - Sleep Token
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The first sound to greet you as you stepped into the dimly lit chapel was a series of grunts, echoing off the cold stone walls and reverberating deep within your ears. The heavy breaths that followed were punctuated by sharp intakes, each noise tinged with an unmistakable pain that clawed at your heart.
Curiosity propelled you forward, your head peeking around the corner. The sight that met your gaze was both haunting and mesmerising. Cardinal Primo knelt on the unforgiving stone floor, his torso bare and glistening with sweat. His left hand propped him up, trembling under the weight of his self-imposed penance. Blood trickled from open welts marring his back, testament to the punishment inflicted by the cane clutched tightly in his right hand—a stark symbol of self-flagellation.
Sweat beaded on his brow, cascading down his face in rivulets that blurred the lines of his paints, giving the impression of black tears streaking down his skin. Each mark on his back spoke volumes of his struggle; you could easily believe he had shed real tears at some point, the rawness of his wounds suggesting a depth of suffering that went beyond the physical.
Primo had always been relentlessly hard on himself, a man who believed he must bear the weight of his mistakes alone. The Ministry, a construct of mercy rather than judgment, had never mandated such punishments. Yet, remnants of a past steeped in the shadows of the False God lingered, twisting the beliefs of those who still sought redemption through pain. For Primo, these rituals had become a cruel necessity, a ritual of remorse that broke your heart each time you bore witness.
He straightened his posture, exhaling a shaky breath as he swung the cane with renewed vigour, allowing it to strike his body with brutal force. Another grunt escaped him, the impact driving him forward into that same three-pointed stance, a position of both agony and resolve. It was a strange paradox—the desperate sounds he made stirred something within you, igniting a heat that spread through your core, awakening desires you never knew existed. The sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, mingled with the crimson droplets of blood, created a visceral tableau that left you breathless and yearning.
You couldn’t help but sigh, the sound cutting through the air like a whisper of acknowledgment. His gaze snapped to you, wide and startled. “I… didn’t hear you… come in,” he panted, his breaths labored, each word a testament to the toll of his actions.
“I’m not surprised,” you replied, trying to keep your tone lighthearted, a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere. You stepped closer and took a seat in the pew just behind him, granting yourself a front-row seat to his torment. “With all that noise you were making, I can hardly believe I’m the only one who dared to step inside to witness this.”
As you settled into the pew, the air grew heavy with tension, each breath you took charged with an unspoken electricity. Cardinal Primo steadied himself, the grip on his cane tightening as he drew a deep breath, a moment of silence hanging between you like a fragile thread.
Then, with a swift, deliberate motion, he swung the cane again, the sound of wood connecting with skin echoing through the chapel. The sharp crack resonated like a thunderclap, followed by a low grunt that escaped his lips, the force of the impact causing him to falter forward once more. The sight was visceral, his body wracked with the effort, and your heart raced at the rawness of it all.
Each strike seemed to peel back layers of his stoicism, revealing a deeper pain that resonated within you. You watched as the blood welled up from the new wound, trickling down his back in crimson rivulets, contrasting starkly against his pale skin. The visceral act stirred something primal within you, a mix of empathy and an inexplicable desire that made your breath hitch.
He straightened again, sweat glistening on his brow, and for a moment, your eyes locked. In that fleeting connection, you sensed the weight of his struggles, the burden he bore not just for himself but for the ideals he represented. You wanted to reach out, to pull him from this cycle of self-destruction, but the intensity of the moment held you captive.
Primo inhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling like a storm-tossed sea. It was then you realized that each swing of the cane wasn’t merely a punishment; it was a desperate plea for absolution, a yearning for a release that seemed perpetually out of reach. And yet, watching him, you felt a strange awakening, an urge to understand the depths of his suffering, to explore the fine line between pain and redemption that he walked so precariously.
“Why do you do this?” you finally dared to ask, your voice barely above a whisper, as though breaking the silence would shatter the fragile spell that had ensnared you both.
Primo had spent the morning in the council chambers of the Ministry, where heated debates raged over the direction the faith should take. He had been tasked with mediating discussions between factions that were increasingly at odds, each side clinging fiercely to their interpretations of doctrine. The weight of the responsibility bore heavily on him, a constant reminder of the expectations placed upon his shoulders.
That day, in the midst of the arguments, a slip of his tongue had ignited a fierce backlash. He had misquoted a sacred text, an error that had caused an uproar among the devout. Whispers of doubt spread like wildfire, and he felt the gaze of his peers turn cold, their judgment piercing through him. The feeling of failure washed over him, drowning out the voices of support that tried to remind him of his worth.
The aftermath of the meeting lingered in his mind like a dark cloud. He replayed the moment over and over, consumed by shame. To him, the only way to atone for his perceived failure was to seek redemption through pain. It was a twisted form of penance, one he believed would appease the higher powers he sought to serve, including the vengeful shadows of his own fears and doubts.
In his mind, he thought of Satan as a force of truth, a harsh but necessary guide. To stand before such a power without scars seemed unfathomable. So, in a desperate attempt to cleanse himself of the perceived sin of incompetence, he turned to self-flagellation, believing that suffering would somehow restore his honor and reaffirm his commitment to the faith.
As you watched him now, each strike of the cane was both a physical act and a spiritual one—a ritual designed to wash away the stain of his mistake and prove his worthiness, even if it meant courting the darkness he feared. In that moment, you understood that his desire for redemption was not just for the sake of the Ministry but for his own fractured spirit, striving to reclaim a sense of purpose in a world that felt increasingly chaotic.
You nodded in understanding as he recounted the events that had pushed him to this desperate act of penance. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and you felt the tension crackle between you. The next swing of the cane sliced through the silence, the sharp crack reverberating against the stone walls, followed by a grunt that echoed with both pain and resolve.
Your thighs tightened.
You seized the moment to speak, your voice steady yet soft, cutting through the haze of his suffering. “The Dark Lord is more merciful than this,” you said, letting your words sink in. “Suffering is for the followers of the light, the children of the False God. And, He’d want you to feel the pleasure in the pain, at least.”
Primo paused, the cane hanging limply at his side, his breath hitching as he absorbed your words. A flicker of confusion crossed his face, battling with the internal struggle that raged within him. The idea seemed foreign, almost blasphemous, yet a part of him hesitated, yearning for a glimmer of relief from the relentless cycle of pain he had subjected himself to.
“Pleasure?” he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with doubt. “How can I indulge in anything but punishment when I’ve failed?”
You leaned forward slightly, your eyes locking onto his, willing him to see the truth in your perspective. “Redemption doesn’t solely lie in pain, Primo. It’s in the balance, in embracing both light and dark. The Dark Lord doesn’t seek to break you; He seeks to mold you. Embracing pleasure doesn’t diminish your devotion—it enhances it, allowing you to rise stronger from your trials.”
As the words left your lips, you noticed a subtle shift in his posture. The rigidness began to melt away, if only slightly, as the weight of his self-imposed burden wavered under the promise of something more. In that moment, you saw the flicker of hope ignite in his eyes, a yearning to reclaim not just his honour, but the joy of living, even amidst the shadows.
Almost quietly, and with a small smile, he responded, “I should have known you’d come for your pound of flesh.” His gaze lingered on you, a mixture of challenge and vulnerability in his eyes. The statement hung in the air, charged with a tension that sent a shiver down your spine.
You met his gaze, a slow smile playing at the corners of your lips. “Perhaps I have,” you replied, your voice low and sultry, deliberately teasing the edge of his discomfort. You stood and walked over to him, hooking your index finger below his chin. His eyes were wide, pupils blown out. He looked somehow innocent in all of this. “Perhaps I’ve been sent here to do His bidding.”
“It would be a great pleasure to be punished by you.”
He placed the cane in both of his hands and held it up to you, like a knight offering a sword to his queen. The cane trembled slightly in his hands as he offered it to you, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of reverence and desire. His lips parted as though he were about to speak, but no words came—only the quiet, charged silence between you. Trust radiated from him, unspoken yet undeniable, but instead of taking the cane, you chose a different path.
Slowly, deliberately, you sank to your knees before him, the movement commanding his attention. His breath hitched as he watched, every inch of you now level with the vulnerability he tried so hard to suppress. The tension between you was electric, a palpable pulse of need and anticipation. You let your hand slide behind his neck, the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips sending a jolt through you both.
Without breaking eye contact, you pulled him toward you, and the kiss that followed was anything but gentle. It was desperate, hungry, and raw—a collision of longing and pent-up emotion that neither of you could hold back any longer. His lips crashed against yours, warm and insistent, as if he were trying to lose himself in the intensity of the moment, seeking solace in the heat of your touch.
A soft groan escaped him as your mouths moved together, your fingers tangling in his damp hair. His hands, once so steady, gripped your arms with a fervor that matched the wild beat of his heart. You could feel the tension in his body, every muscle taut as though he were on the verge of breaking. His kiss was filled with everything he had been holding back—months, perhaps years, of isolation, of denying himself any comfort beyond the sting of his cane.
You deepened the kiss, the passion between you intensifying as you pressed closer. His breath came in ragged gasps between kisses, each one more desperate than the last, as if he were afraid to let go, afraid that the moment would slip through his fingers if he didn’t cling to it. To you.
Your bodies moved in sync, lips parting, tongues intertwining, with the Cardinal fully submitting to you with nary a fight left in him. The taste of him—sweat, salt, and something deeper, more primal—ignited a fire in you, your desire burning hotter with every passing second. He kissed you like you were his salvation, his escape from the torment he inflicted upon himself.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, lips swollen, your foreheads pressed together as the intensity of what had just passed settled between you. His chest rose and fell heavily, and his eyes, dark with need, searched yours, pleading for something more than what his punishment could offer. “Let me make you feel good,” you panted, resting your forehead against his. “Let me help you.”
“Y-yes,” Primo stammered. The feelings in his chest were threatening to overwhelm him if he didn’t keep himself in check.
You locked your lips to his again, allowing the kiss to return to the same heat it was before. As your tongue entered his mouth, you travelled your hand down from his neck, across the sweaty expanse of his hairy chest and soft stomach, and onto his clothed crotch, earning a gasp from his lips as you made contact. Gently, you began to stroke over him, his limp cock beginning to stand to attention at your touch. You were like a magician with the way you touched him, playing with the right spots to make it feel so fucking good so early on. He was wrapped around your little finger, his body answered only your call. Tonight, you were going to help him in more ways than one.
Flagellation had never felt like this before, neither had pleasure, if Primo was being honest. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but the dull humming of pain on his back mixed with your hand on his core had given him a whole new religious experience. Satan’s wrath at his back, His mercy at his front - and it felt incredible. He never wanted it to stop.
You broke the kiss once more, making him whine in response. “Do you still want me to cane you?”
“Sathanas - please. Please.”
Primo’s begging was delicious. You let your fingers trail along the waistband of his trousers, teasing the skin beneath, but you didn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet. “You’ll get your punishment,” you promised, your voice dark with promise. “But tonight, Primo, it’s going to feel like a blessing.”
His breath caught, his body trembling at the weight of your words, and you could see it in his eyes—he was ready to be yours, to give in to the dark, twisted pleasure that only you could provide.
Slowly, you trailed your hand down from his waistband, brushing your fingers over the growing hardness between his legs. He gasped, his hips bucking slightly into your touch, but you kept your movements slow and deliberate, keeping him teetering on the edge of pleasure without giving him the release he so desperately craved.
“Tell me, Primo,” you murmured, your fingers ghosting over his cock in featherlight strokes. “Do you want more pain? Or more pleasure?” You kissed the edge of his jaw as you spoke, your breath hot against his skin, every word a temptation he couldn’t resist.
His eyes fluttered shut as a low moan escaped him, the mix of pain from his earlier flagellation and the pleasure of your touch driving him to the brink. “Both,” he finally breathed, his voice trembling. “I need both.”
You smiled against his skin, satisfied with his answer. “Good,” you whispered, before pulling back slightly, your eyes locking onto his. “Then let’s begin.”
You reached for the cane, still gripped in his trembling hands, and pried it from his grasp, your fingers brushing his as you took it from him. His eyes followed your movements, wide and filled with anticipation, as you stood before him, the wooden cane held firmly in your hand.
“Remove your trousers,” you commanded, looking down at him with hooded eyes. Primo obliged immediately, scrambling off the floor to obey you as quickly as possible. He was fully hard now, cock red and aching, and pleading to be touched once more. The sight of it made your mouth water.
“Touch yourself,” you continued, “slowly.”
Primo spat in his hand and wrapped it around his head, softy and slowly twisting as he began to fuck himself in front of you. He was needy. Desperate. Wanting.
You raised the cane slightly and brought it down in a swift, sharp strike against his thigh—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him gasp. The combination of the pain and his touch made his entire body tremble, the contrast pushing him into a deeper submission.
His moan was low, guttural, and you could tell that he was already starting to lose himself in the mix of pleasure and pain. “Do you like that?” you asked, your voice teasing, as you leaned down to brush your lips against his.
“Yes,” he gasped, his voice hoarse and breathless. “More… please…”
You smiled against his mouth and delivered another, harder strike, this time to his other thigh. His reaction was immediate, his back arching as he let out a strangled cry, the cane in your hand and the desire in your touch working together to pull him deeper into submission.
“Good boy,” you purred, pressing your palm harder against his now throbbing cock as a reward. “You’re doing so well.”
His entire body seemed to melt at your words, his mind surrendering completely to your control. The pain, the pleasure—it all blurred together for him now, each sensation heightened by the other, until he was nothing but a trembling mess beneath you.
“Where do you want the pain now, Primo?”
“B-back. My back.”
You grinned at his trembling voice, watching as he begged for more, his body a quivering mass of need and submission. His cock was slick with his own spit, his hand slowly twisting and stroking, but the desperation in his eyes told you he was aching for something more—something only you could give him.
With a teasing hum, you moved behind him, the cane still firmly gripped in your hand. His back was already marked with the remnants of his self-inflicted punishment, the red welts standing out against his pale skin, but you knew he craved your touch—the combination of pain and pleasure only you could deliver.
“You want the pain on your back, do you?” you purred, running the tip of the cane lightly over his shoulders. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, his body quivering with anticipation. “Are you sure, Primo? I can make it hurt so good, but you have to ask for it.”
“Please,” he gasped, his voice ragged. “P-please, punish me.”
The sound of him begging for it, so willing, so eager, made your heart race. You raised the cane, hesitating for just a moment to let him feel the anticipation, before bringing it down sharply across his shoulders. His body jolted, a guttural moan escaping his lips as the pain radiated through him, but you could tell by the way he arched into the blow that he wanted—no, needed—more.
Without giving him a chance to recover, you brought the cane down again, striking a bit harder this time, the sound of the impact echoing in the chapel. His back arched once more, his hand faltering for just a moment on his cock as the pain overwhelmed him.
“You take it so well,” you cooed, stepping closer to press your body against his. You let your free hand trail over his heated skin, feeling the way his muscles quivered beneath your fingertips. “Do you want more, Primo?”
“Yes,” he groaned, his voice shaking. “More… please…”
You delivered another strike, the force sending a tremor through his entire body. His back was now a canvas of red, each mark a testament to his submission, and yet he still begged for more.
“Keep touching yourself,” you ordered, your voice firm but seductive. “Don’t stop. Go faster.”
He obeyed, his hand moving over his cock in quick, desperate strokes as you continued to bring the cane down on his back, each blow making him cry out in a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. His moans grew louder, more frantic, and you could see that he was close, his body trembling on the edge of release.
You leaned down, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “You can come, Primo, but only when I tell you. Understand?”
“Yes,” he gasped, his voice strained. “Please… let me come…”
You smiled wickedly, your hand ghosting over the welts on his back before delivering one final, hard strike. His entire body jolted forward, hips now doing most of the work as continued to fuck his hand as hard as he needed, a choked cry escaping him when he tried to hold back, his cock throbbing in his hand.
“Not yet,” you teased, your voice dripping with control. “Not until I say.”
He whimpered beneath you, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, but he obeyed, desperate for your approval, desperate for the release only you could grant.
“You were doing this for the Dark Lord’s forgiveness, weren’t you, Cardinal?” You taunted from behind as you landed another painful blow. You watched as the blood bloomed from the fresh wound.
“Y-yes!”
“Keep fucking that hand, Cardinal, but beg for His forgiveness. Beg Satan and He might grand you pleasure.”
Primo gasped, the sting of the blow igniting a fire within him. “Satan,” he cried out, his voice trembling with desperation. “I—I beg for Your f-forgiveness! I’ve sinned - fuck! And I seek Your mercy. Please… gra-ant me pleasure in my suffering!”
Each word spilled from his lips with a fervour that only deepened his submission, the mix of pain and longing pushing him further into the depths of his desire. “I’ll do any… anything for Your grace,” he continued, his hand moving faster against his cock. “Mmmm… fucking Hell! Please, please, please, let me f-feel Your love through this pain!”
His voice grew more frantic with each plea, the raw vulnerability of his words sending shivers through him. He was completely lost, teetering on the edge, surrendering himself to the dark power he both feared and craved.
You felt a tingling in your body, all over it, in fact. You could feel a breath shoot down your spine from your ear, as if someone had just whispered into it. The smell of sulfur filled your nostrils and left you convinced. You leaned down again, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “He has granted you his mercy. come for us, Primo,” you whispered, your voice a soft command, then a final blow to his back.
With a guttural moan, Primo finally let go, his body convulsing with the intensity of his orgasm as he spilled onto the stone floor, pooling just in front of his knees, his back arching beneath the weight of the pleasure and pain you had given him. He gasped for air, his entire body shaking as he rode the wave of his release, his mind and body completely yours.
You smiled down at him, watching as he collapsed to the floor, spent and trembling, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.
“Good boy,” you murmured, your voice soothing now as you knelt beside him, running your fingers gently over his sweat-slicked hair. “You did so well.”
Primo’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he looked at you with something close to reverence. He had given himself over to you completely, and you had taken him to the edge and back again. Now, he was yours—body and soul.
As you helped Primo to his feet, he leaned against you, his body still trembling from the intensity of what had just transpired. You helped him back into his trousers - not before using the pant leg to clean up his mess, which earned you a weakened chuckle from him. The chapel, with its cold stone walls, faded from your mind as you guided him outside, the night air wrapping around you both like a comforting embrace, swirling around his wounds and making him hiss and tense in response.
Once you reached your place, you settled him gently onto the soft bed, the contrast of the plush sheets against his still-sensitized skin making him shiver. You took a moment to admire him—his body marked with red welts, a testament to his surrender and bravery. “You did so well tonight, Cardinal,” you said softly, your voice filled with warmth. “You were incredible.”
Primo looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability, and you could see how much your praise meant to him. You moved to gather some supplies—a damp cloth, antiseptic, and a soothing ointment—to care for his wounds. As you returned, you knelt beside the bed, taking a moment to let your fingers gently trace the marks on his back.
“Every scar tells a story,” you murmured, meeting his gaze. “And tonight, you showed just how strong you are. I’m proud of you for getting His forgiveness, but I don’t want you to do this again, please. Not as a punishment. I’ll draw blood from you if you want but nothing justifies this as a genuine punishment.”
He sighed softly, the tension in his body beginning to ease as you cleaned the wounds with gentle, careful movements. Each brush of your fingers against his skin elicited soft gasps from him, and you could see the way he surrendered to your touch, allowing you to take care of him.
“Such a good boy,” you praised again, applying the ointment with tenderness.
Primo’s cheeks flushed at your words, and you couldn’t help but smile. He seemed to glow under your attention, his vulnerabilities transforming into strengths. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” you added, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on his shoulder. “Inside and out.”
As you finished tending to his wounds, you took a moment to let your hands linger on his skin, relishing the connection between you. “You deserve to feel safe, to be cared for,” you whispered, your gaze steady on his. “And I’ll always be here to take care of you, Primo.”
He nodded slowly, the weight of your words sinking in. “Thank you,” he breathed, his voice a soft whisper filled with emotion. “For everything.”
You smiled at him, feeling a swell of warmth in your chest. “No need to thank me. It’s my pleasure to care for you. You’ve given me so much already, and I want to give you the same in return.”
As you settled in beside him, the atmosphere shifted—filled with tenderness and a deep sense of understanding. In that moment, you knew you would protect him, nurture him, and help him explore the delicate balance between pain and pleasure, both in and out of the shadows.
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montimer · 1 year ago
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hey, how are you doing? :)
may I request Leto joker smut headcanons?? thank you
Still in mood swings. Hope ya are feeling good tho :]
Also this is a short one, i was out of ideas
Leto joker x gn!reader
!! Warning: Smut !!
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Okay, he'll be into almost anything. As long as you are enjoying yourself.
He would like to dom you. But somehow you can convince him to be a sub.
When hes a dom he'll let out low grunts. But when hes sub, he'll be shamelessly moaning out loud.
He'll be running his hands around ur body. Telling how beautiful you are, moaning for him.
I don't think he minds toys.
Aftercare is holding into you, not letting go.
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apollosgiftofprophecy · 1 year ago
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ToA Theory 1 - Apollo's Waking Visions
First official theory post, here we go! :D
Alright. So. After rereading The Dark Prophecy, I started wondering about something. In TDP, Apollo experiences waking visions, where he conks out for a bit and has prophetic visions.
I found this interesting because, well...isn't Apollo supposed to be cut off from prophecy? With Python back in control of Delphi?
Because think about it. Python controls Delphi, the root of all earthly prophecy. This would include Dodona, Trophonius, Herophile, and Sibyl - sure, they aren't strictly connected to Delphi, but it's pretty heavily stated that Delphi just straight-up Makes The Future. It's prophecies are The Big Deal and you Should Listen.
Meanwhile the other Oracles seem more guiding and "beware!" instead of "this is how it's gonna be".
(sidenote: found out there are MORE oracles and I wanna know WHERE THEY ARE IN RRVERSE CANON because I want my boy Branchus okay??? Okay. Branchus's oracle was second only to Delphi let's give Apollo's first boyfriend the attention he deserves!)
So of course, like all great members of this fandom, I started thinking.
Let's do a little family history first. ;)
Buckle up. We go down a deep rabbit hole 😎
Apollo and Artemis are twins, born to Leto and Zeus. Zeus's parents are Kronos and Rhea. Leto's are Koios and Phoebe.
Rhea has connections to Dodona, as we learn in-series, but she doesn't really seem to be all that involved with prophecy.
Her siblings, meanwhile...ho ho ho, they are a WHOLE NOTHER STORY!
Let's start with Phoebe. Phoebe, like all first generation Titans, is the daughter of Gaea and Ouranos. She married her brother Koios. Her children consist of Asteria, Lelantos, and Leto. As well as Artemis and Apollo, her other two grandchildren are Hecate (Asteria) and Aura (Lelantos).
Her name means "bright" and is the root of Apollo's most famous epithet - Phoebus. She is often described as "golden-crowned" and is the Titan of bright intellect, the overseer of Earthly Prophecies, and is the second guardian of Delphi, after her sister Themis. She gifted Delphi to Apollo for his birthday after he defeated Python.
Classic grandmother move.
Anyway. There's a bit of Phoebe lore. Time for her elusive husband :3
Koios. His names means "question" or "questioning", probably because he's the Titan of inquiring intellect. He's also the overseer of Heavenly Prophecies, and has an oracle up in the North Pole guarded by an earth-dragon - you'd know this serpent by the name of Draco, the constellation btw. Additionally, Hyperborea (where Apollo goes in the winter times) is part of his domain.
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Unfortunately, we have very little mythological lore on these two, and even less in the RRverse (I cling to that one (1) Koios scene) which sucks because I love them already BUT it does give me lots of legroom to mess around with canon >:)
Back to the theory now. As you may have guessed, I'll be taking us in a direction concerning Apollo's mysterious grandparents. But what does this have to do with Apollo's visions?
Well. Remember when I mentioned that Delphi is the root of all earthly prophecies?
...look at Phoebe's paragraphs. She's the overseer of Earthly Prophecies, right? So it makes sense she's been affected by Python's takeover too.
(if you've read my fics you'd know this already lmao)
Asteria, Apollo's aunt, is a little trickier. She, too, has a hand in divination, but mainly through the night/stars and dreams. <-will come back to that later.
Koios, again, is overseer of Heavenly Prophecies, and is heavily implied to be able to commune with Ouranos's spirit. This is, apparently, a Big Deal because nobody else is mentioned to be able to do this.
...Except...remember this throwaway line in The Hidden Oracle?
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^Apollo can see Ouranos too.
Within this theory is a sub-theory, so to speak - that immortals with the gift of prophecy can see Ouranos, since they can see what cannot be seen. This would include Phoebe, Asteria, Koios, and Apollo.
And it'll make sense why they'd keep it to themselves. Kronos wouldn't have been happy to hear his dad was still around. Neither would Zeus, for that matter.
So here I was. Contemplating. Wrote a few fics based around this idea. And one in particular got me thinking (fic in question being When The Stars Align), and a little ways down the road I realized something.
If Phoebe, the overseer of Earthly Prophecies, would have been affected by Python's takeover...was Koios? Could he even be affected?
Because here's the deal: Koios is the overseer of Heavenly Prophecies. Prophecies from the Sky.
Phoebe's are of the Earth - the Earth that Python has taken control of. And Delphi is the root of Earthly Prophecies - not Heavenly.
That would be Koios's oracle, up in the North Pole with Draco.
...So that means Heavenly Prophecy must have still been in business during ToA.
But then comes the question: If it was still within the gods' control, why didn't they use it?
Well...Draco's there, for one. He's probably the Python-equivalent of the North, and clearly he's still there since no myth has spoken of his death (that I know of).
If you ask me, I just think the gods are too nervous/afraid to try Koios's oracle. They were too scared to face Python, after all, until Apollo arrived. I think they'd be scared of a serpent who comes and goes from the stars as he pleases.
And as for why Apollo hasn't done anything about it...well, I think his fight with Python left him rather scarred, don't you think? He probably went "yeah grandma's oracle is enough" and the only time he ever got close to Koios's was during his time in Hyperborea.
So getting back to the main theory now. (So many rabbit holes to dive into with this post. The ADHD Urge is real)
Since Heavenly Prophecies is still active, but Earthly is in Python's control, I conclude Apollo's visions come from the Heavenly source.
Could they have come from the now-working Dodona? Maybe. But Dodona's all about those windchimes and trees. It doesn't have the Vibe, so to speak, for granting visions.
And remember. Trophonius, Herophile, and Sibyl aren't destroyed/freed yet. They have Zero connection to Apollo at this point because Python cut him off from them.
...but he didn't from the North. From Koios's divine power.
Because remember. Apollo is the god of prophecy.
Not of Earthly Prophecies, like Phoebe.
Not of Heavenly Prophecies, like Koios.
Not of nighttime divination and dreams like Asteria.
Of. Prophecy.
Prophecy as a whole. The entirety. The whole enchilada.
Every part of prophecy he's the god of, be it tarot cards to the Oracle of Delphi itself.
In my opinion, I think whatever Koios's Oracle is, it has just as must power as Delphi. The only problem was that...everybody just left it be. Nobody considered it because:
1) scary dragon
2) scary titan ruled the place
3) honestly at this point I think it's just straight-up forgotten about. Like Branchus's Oracle. I think at one point Apollo himself mentions there are other Oracles besides the ones in-series, but there's so many that his mortal brain cannot comprehend how many.
If the Grove of Dodona nearly faded into obscurity, then I think it's entirely possible Koios's Oracle was forgotten about (or so we think...I'm gonna be chewing on this for a while.)
Coming back round to TDP...I think this is a reasonable explanation about Apollo's visions. To summarize:
Apollo is cut off from Earthly Prophecy, his usual source of foresight that he gets from Phoebe
The unused, near-forgotten-about Heavenly Prophecy side of Apollo ignites to steer him on the right path
This is possible because Apollo is the god of prophecy itself, and not a single subset of prophecy, so he's not limited in the same way Phoebe is
Koios's Oracle is still out there and kicking and I will die on this hill
One problem. What about Asteria? She can interpret the future from the stars...aka the Sky. Like Koios. So couldn't she provide some insight to the future, since she, too, is connected to Heavenly Prophecy?
This is where things get a lil' tricky. And where I really slap on my tinfoil hat and start headcanoning my way through lmao
Basically, I think that since Asteria became the island of Delos (long story) a good chunk of her power is ingrained there. She's not as strong as she used to be, so her foresight isn't as strong.
This, in turn, I think could also serve as a reason why Koios's Oracle is "asleep" so to speak and nearly lost to memory in the RRverse - in fact, I think Asteria and Phoebe are the only ones who bother to remember its existence.
And Leto, of course. But I don't think she wants her son to know of another Oracle with a giant snake guarding it. She's had enough heart-attacks, thank you.
(Same with Lelantos, tbh.)
Canon is my sandbox and I am making some sweet sandcastles out of it XD
TL;DR
Apollo's visions in TDP stem from Koios's source of Heaven Prophecy because Phoebe's source of Earthly Prophecy (Delphi) has been taken over by Python. Koios's source firmly knocks on Apollo's mental doors and decides to kick back into gear to help its titular patron's grandson out. Because Apollo is the god of prophecy itself - every bit of it.
Extras:
I find it fascinating how magic and prophecy are both part of the same family tree (Hecate & Apollo).
and yes. You should expect a fic concerning Koios's Oracle at some point. but no promises on when :3
Thank you for coming to Insane Theory Time With Alder. I hope there will be more lmao
Websites you can look into:
Koios (Theoi)
Phoebe (Theoi)
Hyperborea (Theoi)
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uselesssomebody · 1 year ago
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𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 (18+)
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the do's (rules & information):
readers must be over 18 reading these drabbles
all works will be under or roughly a thousand words
thirty-one days of smut drabbles
ten days are open to requests for the kinks
ten days will include dark content (will be properly tagged)
five will include a dominant reader
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the don'ts (what i am not interested in writing):
i only write fem!readers, with all involved characters being over 18
the kinks i'd appreciate you don't request are anything to do with anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum), and certain dom/sub dynamics like age play or ddlg
otherwise, ask away, and i'll see if i'm comfortable writing your request!
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the kinks and the characters
october 1: shower sex w/ frankie morales
october 2: ball worship (dom!reader) w/ eddie munson
october 3: sex pollen (dark) w/ din djarin
october 4: consensual non-consent (dark) w/ miguel o'hara
october 5: threesome (ffm) w/ marc spector & layla el-faouly
october 6: requested kink & character
october 7: breeding kink (dark) w/ duke leto
october 8: somnophilia (dark) w/ eddie munson
october 9: mutual masturbation (dom!reader) w/ steven grant
october 10: threesome (mmf) + double penetration (in one hole) w/ frankie morales and santiago garcia
october 11: titfucking w/ javier peña
october 12: requested kink & character
october 13: exhibitionism w/ poe dameron
october 14: dacryphilia (dark) w/ joel miller
october 15: temperature play (dom!reader) w/ din djarin
october 16: phone sex w/ jack daniels
october 17: corruption kink (dark) w/ dio morrissey
october 18: requested kink & character
october 19: edging (dark!dom!reader) w/ basil stitt
october 20: recording/blackmail (dark) w/ jonathan levy
october 21: mask + glove kink w/ jake lockley
october 22: hate + mirror sex w/ javier peña
october 23: cockwarming (dom!reader) w/ steven grant
october 24: requested kink & character
october 25: overstimulation w/ jake lockley
october 26: size difference w/ miguel o'hara
october 27: knife kink (dark) w/ bucky barnes
october 28: free use (dark) w/ joel miller
october 29: sex toys w/ natasha romanoff
october 30: requested kink & character
october 31: period sex/blood kink w/ santiago garcia
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the characters (you guys can request)
from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington
from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara
from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian)
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notes
guys i know i haven't written in like 1200 months but i wanna get back into the mood with the short smutty stuff
besides, i've never done kinktober and every other one i've seen bangs so hard i simply couldn't resist
side note - dark fics will be only available on my adjacent dark blog: @darkuselesssomebody, but will be linked on this masterlist. if you wanna read the dark drabbles and future dark work, give it a follow!
i am also willing to take non-kinky & halloween themed requests, so if you have any, let me know!
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𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!
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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year ago
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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
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I’m participating in Kinktober 2023 this year using this list by @flightlessangelwings​ . If you’d like to be tagged, please leave a comment on this post or send in an ask.
Day One - Frank Castle x Reader
Warnings: Overstimulation ; impact play; fingering; nipple play; dirty talk—praise and degradation
Day Two - Frankie Morales x Reader
Warnings: Public sex (car sex); role playing; blowjob; cum play; fingering
Day Three - Diego Jimenez x Reader
Warnings: Reader is the monster; vampirism; mention of drug use; mention of alcohol consumption; blood drinking (because vampires); vaginal sex
Day Four - Santiago Garcia x Reader
Warnings: Public sex; sex pollen; rough sex; unprotected sex; creampie; hair pulling
Day Five - Jax Teller x Reader
Warnings: Table sex/desk sex; enemies to enemies who fuck; vaginal sex; unsafe sex
Day Six - Josh Lyman x Reader
Warnings: Lots of dialogue!!; phone sex; power imbalance; dirty talk; praise kink; masturbation
Day Seven - Matt Murdock x Reader
Warnings: Morning sex; fingering; oral sex; safe sex; vaginal sex
Day Eight - Rafael Barba x Reader
Warnings: Cockwarming; restraints; spanking; impact play; Dom/Brat dynamics; choking; rough sex; oral sex; vaginal sex; cum shot; cum play
Day Nine - Nathan Bateman x Reader
Warnings: Rimming; fingering; masturbation; pegging; blowjobs; cunnilingus; praise kink
Day Ten - Poe Dameron x Reader
Warnings: Stripping; car sex; clothed man/partially clothed woman; grinding
Day Eleven - Bruce Wayne x Reader
Warnings: Blindfolding; hide-and-seek/prey-play adjacent; blowjob; cunnilingus; vaginal sex; unsafe sex; creampie
Day Twelve - Will Miller x Reader
Warnings: Established relationship; fluff; formal wear; oral sex; safe sex
Day Thirteen - Jim Kirk x Reader
Warnings: Anonymous sex; public sex; oral sex; spit as lube; safe sex
Day Fourteen - Oberyn Martell x Reader
Warnings: Prostitution/sex work; canon-typical sex work; dirty talk; sub Oberyn Martell; hair pulling; restraints; orgasm control/denial; masturbation; breeding kink; oral sex; gag use; unsafe sex; creampie
Day Fifteen - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader
Warnings: Free use; semi-public sex; oral sex; fingering; unsafe sex; creampie
Day Sixteen - Indiana Jones x Reader
Warnings: Role reversal; period-typical attitudes toward sex; vaginal sex; riding unsafe sex; creampie
Day Seventeen - Ben Miller x Reader
Warnings: Praise kink; dirty talk; blowjob; fingering; grinding; semi-public sex
Day Eighteen - Tommy Shelby x Reader
Warnings: Masturbation; mutual masturbation; fingering; handjob; vaginal sex; unsafe sex
Day Nineteen - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader
Warnings: Somnophilia; Bradley 'I Eat Pussy for My Own Pleasure' Bradshaw; anal sex; anal plug; safe sex; vaginal fingering
Day Twenty - Benny Borracho Magalon x Reader
Warnings: Sex toys; fingering; blowjobs
Day Twenty-One - Harvey Specter x Reader
Warnings: Hate sex; oral sex; semi-public sex; table sex; spit as lube; safe sex; negotiating tactics that would get you disbarred
Day Twenty-Two - Marcus Pike x Reader
Warnings: Reader is an older virgin; fingering; oral sex; loss of virginity; vaginal sex; safe sex
Day Twenty-Three - Jonathan Levy x Reader
Warnings: Dirty talk; vaginal sex; cunnilingus; fingering; unsafe sex; creampie; breeding kink
Day Twenty-Four - James Bond x Reader
Warnings: Exes; domineering James Bond; fingering; choking; hate sex; mostly naked woman, clothed man
Day Twenty-Five - Shiv Roy x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: Infidelity; mentions of previous adolescent antics; mirror sex; oral sex; fingering; grinding; semi-public sex
Day Twenty-Six - SithMaster!Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader
Sith Master!Obi-Wan; Sith Apprentice!Reader; Power imbalance; Force-choking; deep throating; grinding; masturbation; choking (without the Force); degradation
Day Twenty-Seven - Christopher Pike x Reader
Warnings: Fluff; yearning; kitchen sex; vaginal sex; improper use of buttercream
Day Twenty-Eight - Andromache of Scythia (The Old Guard) x Reader
Warnings: Intercrural Sex/grinding; nipple play; fighting; light degradation
Day Twenty-Nine - Don Draper x Reader
Warnings: Semi-public sex; fingering; vaginal sex; unsafe sex; creampie; gagging with clothing
Day Thirty - Jake 'Hangman' Sersin x Reader
Warnings: Oral sex/cunnilingus; face sitting; Jake 'I Get Hard When I Eat Pussy’ Seresin
Day Thirty- One - A Thank You :)
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mandobatemans · 1 year ago
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oscar isaac character masterlist
Nathan Bateman
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Fics
Home-Cooked Meal
Laying Out the Welcome Mat
Santiago Garcia
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Headcanons
NSFW 
Poe Dameron
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Fics
Blaster Play
Blurbs
Public Sex
Llewyn Davis
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Fics
Morning Love Songs
Leto Atreides
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Fics
Submit to My Rule
Submit to My Rule II
Orestes
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Fics
To See You in Your Throne
Jonathan Levy
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Fics
Age Gap
William Tell
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Headcanons
Relationship Fluff
Fics
Sub!William
Miguel O'Hara
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Headcanons
NSFW Headcanons
NSFW Headcanons Pt. II
Threesome (w/ Peter B. Parker)
Blurbs
Late Nights
Steven Grant
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Blurbs
Glasses
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amythetraveler · 5 months ago
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Hello there,wonderful reader!!Welcome to my safe space!!
Ive decided to start an acc on tumblr to also share my shifting stuff and my journey to my dr here.
**This post will be updated as time goes on...
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🦋Gender:Female,
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🦋pronouns:She/Her,
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🦋I have been on shifting since maybe 2021-2022 and been between leaving it and returning to shifting due to various reasons(mainly bc i cant stick to one dr and keep going until i arrive there lol),
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🦋Harry Potter(maybe,or maybe not bc it involves war and idk if i would go there tbh),
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🦋Star Wars sequels(but my dr not being ruined with the whole palapatine thing,or making it better than what it turned out to be in the movies),
🦋Ballerina in 19th century(i wanna be a famous ballet dancer without the racism of that time and various mofifications without making it a 21st century modern dr)
🦋Twilight movies(yeah ik its sound dumb,but i like the 1st movie color pallette,it has SO much blue,and yes im aware of the toxicity of the main couple and jacob as a character)
🦋AND MORE Drs!!(imma updare soon on that)
Dni: Homophobes,rap11ts,anti shifters,ped00s,racists,more!!
ALSO,FORGOT TO MENTION:
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hermesmoly · 2 months ago
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Name three mythological character fans you find most annoying! Fans, not characters. It could even be a character that you are a fan of too
Funny enough I haven't encountered a good amount of character fans that pissed me off. Now maybe I'm just good at curating my space, or maybe I haven't been here long enough again. There are several blogs in my mind that give atrocious takes, but nothing that lumps them all together you know? For now at least.
I will say though, I remember five years ago a small sub-fandom of Leto fans who absolutely HATED Hera and said dumb shit like "Leto is the real queen of Olympus not that bitch" with even art and everything, and nothing has boiled my blood as bad as those people XD
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talesfrommedinastation · 11 months ago
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@clownery-and-fuckery mentioned this, and I delivered as best as I could.*
Crosshair is either loving or hating the Jedi robes, no one can tell. And Tech? Well, initially being so social with the other senators weirded him out, then when he realized how much logic is behind politics, a lightbulb went on in his head and now he's on a bajillion different sub-committee regarding infrastructure and engineering.**
He also is rocking some clothes he found in the open office of someone named 'Leto Atriedes'.
He wouldn't fit into Baron Harkonnen's space muu-muu, come on now.
Wrecker is, um, offscreen 'negotiating' with a Seperatist senator named Lina/Tina/Mina.
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*= Drawn after chugging too much gin at my aunt’s funeral. Buh. Why is everyone dying and shit.
**= THE SCARIEST THING IN THE GALAXY WOULD BE IF TECH WENT TO LAW SCHOOL AND CROSSHAIR BECAME HIS PARALEGAL. Imagine that logic brain, cool nature, and determination in the form of an attorney. Tech, JD would be Tywin Lannister on steroids.
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her-satanic-wiles · 1 month ago
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Kinktober Day 4 - Topping from the Bottom
Dewdrop x GN!Reader
After a long day at rehearsals, Dewdrop just wants to be spoiled.
Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
Words: 3.9k.
Reading Time: 16 min.
Warnings: dom/sub dynamic, edging, handjob, switch!Dewdrop, switch!Reader, teasing, topping from the bottom,
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The soft flicker of candlelight danced across the room, casting shadows that swayed with the rhythm of their breathing. Dewdrop knelt on the bed, his wrists loosely bound in front of him, his head tilted in playful submission. Yet, the glint in his eyes betrayed something else—something that hinted at a power simmering just below the surface.
He was naked, his cock hanging hard with his balls resting on his thigh. His eyes were wide and innocent, a little black from the makeup he wore beneath his mask, but he was very clearly ready and waiting for you. Calloused fingers clamped against each other to keep his loosely bound wrists where you expected them to be, but you both knew that just a little maneuvering would have him escaping his bonds and lunging at you. Perhaps there was a part of you that wanted that, but for now, you were switching roles. Tonight you were serving a different purpose.
“Ready to play, are we?” Your voice was steady, commanding, but you could already feel the control slipping through your fingers. Dewdrop was always like this—obedient in appearance - especially outside the bedroom - but undeniably in charge of every moment you shared.
“I’m yours,” he murmured, the words soft but carrying a trace of challenge. His lips curled into a knowing smile as he shifted slightly, just enough to tease you, to push you in that way he always did. His tone was nonchalant, as if he didn’t believe that you could top him like this. As if he knew that you were better suited beneath him, taking everything he gave you with a stuttered and breathless “thank you” falling from your pretty little mouth as you bounced on his cock. But, no. Not tonight. Tonight he’d be the one whimpering and begging for release. It was his turn.
You stepped forward, a deliberate pace meant to assert dominance, but even as you stood over him, the smirk on Dewdrop’s face told you who really held the reins. His gaze trailed lazily over you, as if he was sizing you up, testing your resolve.
“Go on then,” he teased, voice barely above a whisper, “do whatever you want.”
The permission felt wrong—like a challenge disguised as submission. You reached down, fingers trailing along his jaw before gripping it lightly. His skin was warm beneath your touch, his breath hitching in a way that made you think you were in charge. But you knew better. Even bound, even kneeling, Dewdrop was directing every move, his body language coaxing you into decisions that weren’t entirely yours.
You tightened your hold, leaning closer. “I thought you were supposed to be the one following orders,” you murmured.
Dewdrop’s smirk widened. “I am. But maybe I’m just better at giving you what you want.”
The air between you thickened, the power play unfolding in every glance, every touch. When you pushed him down onto the mattress, he went easily, the fabric around his wrists barely a hindrance, but the way his body moved suggested that he was letting you think you had control.
Your hand trailed down his chest, teasing, testing. Each time you slowed, his hips shifted, ever so slightly, guiding your touch exactly where he wanted it to go. It was infuriating, the way he seemed to command you without a word, without so much as a direct request.
“You’re not as clever as you think,” you muttered, but your voice lacked conviction.
“Oh?” Dewdrop arched his back just enough to press into your touch. “Then why are you doing exactly what I want?”
You removed your hand from his body, a smirk playing on your lips as you watched his fade. He hadn’t expected this.
“Then maybe I just won’t do anything,” you taunted, your voice low and teasing. “Maybe I’ll leave you here: hard and wanting. Maybe, I’ll wait until you beg for it.”
Dewdrop’s eyes narrowed, his playful expression faltering for just a moment. He shifted, testing the restraints on his wrists, but said nothing. Silence hung in the air between you, thick and charged.
You tilted your head, taking in the way his breathing had quickened ever so slightly, the way his chest rose and fell. “What’s the matter?” you asked, feigning innocence. “Weren’t you the one who said I could do whatever I want?”
His lips parted as though he was about to respond, but you cut him off, stepping back, leaving a small distance between your bodies. The loss of contact was palpable, and you could see the frustration flickering in his eyes. You had him where you wanted him now—a little off balance, forced to give up just enough control to stay in the game.
“Is this what you wanted, Dewdrop?” you continued, your voice almost a purr. “For me to take charge? Because if it is, you’re going to have to work for it.”
Dewdrop shifted again, his muscles tense under the thin fabric clinging to his skin. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and when he finally spoke, his voice was softer, but still held that familiar edge. “You don’t think I’ll give you what you want?”
You raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider it. “I think you’re going to have to beg me first.”
The smirk returned to his face, smaller this time, but still there. “Is that so?” His voice dripped with challenge, and you could see the gears turning in his head, already figuring out how to turn this situation back to his advantage. But you were ready for him.
You ran your thumb over the head of his cock, gathering the sticky precum onto the pad and watching the string pull and snap the further away you pulled. At your touch directly on his most sensitive spot, Dewdrop hissed but continued to say nothing. He was sure to be as defiant as you were… which meant the two of you were in for a long night.
“Still silent?” you asked, a wicked grin spreading across your face. “I’m surprised. I thought you liked to talk.”
Dewdrop’s gaze flickered to yours, a mixture of defiance and desire swirling in his eyes. He shifted again, the slight movement betraying the frustration building within him. “Talking is overrated,” he finally replied, voice low and sultry, as if he was savouring each word.
You chuckled, intrigued by his determination. “Is that right? Well, I suppose silence has its own charms.” You traced your thumb over him again, applying just enough pressure to elicit another sharp intake of breath. “But I wonder how long that will last.”
As you continued to tease him, you felt the tension in the room shift. Dewdrop’s defiance was becoming harder to maintain, and you could see the fight beginning to ebb away. The playful power struggle had morphed into something deeper, more intense, as you both pushed him closer to the edge.
You placed all your fingers on his head and began to massage upwards, making Dewdrop’s hips buck up to chase the pleasure. “Ah!” he whimpered, but it was a little too quiet for your liking.
“Beg for it, Dewdrop,” you urged, your voice a sultry whisper. “Let me hear how much you want this.”
His eyes narrowed, and for a fleeting moment, you saw the flicker of vulnerability beneath his bravado. But he was quick to mask it, his lips curling into a defiant smirk. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”
A spark of challenge ignited within you. You loved this game, the way it stretched out and twisted, teasing both of you with possibilities. “Oh, I will. But don’t think you’ll like where this is going.”
With that, you slid your hand away completely, leaving him aching and wanting, just as you’d promised. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words and simmering tension. Dewdrop’s gaze bore into you, filled with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, as if daring you to make the next move.
You kept your hand close, hovering just above Dewdrop’s aching length, your fingertips grazing him only lightly enough to remind him of what he couldn’t have. Each time you allowed the slightest touch, you could feel his body tremble, muscles tensing in anticipation. But just when he thought you’d finally give him more, you’d pull away, leaving him stranded on the edge of relief.
His chest rose and fell, breaths shallow and quick, the only sound in the room the occasional ragged exhale or the quiet rustle of fabric beneath him. You leaned in again, this time tracing a slow, deliberate line from his base to the sensitive tip, your thumb circling there just enough to draw another shaky breath from his lips. His hips jerked instinctively, chasing your touch, but you pulled away, watching the frustration bloom across his features.
For a moment, you did nothing, letting him sit in that torturous in-between, his desire palpable in every twitch of his body. Then, without warning, you pressed your hand back to him, more firmly this time, rubbing your thumb over his slick head again, collecting the precum as if you were savouring every ounce of control you had over him. Dewdrop let out a low moan, a desperate sound that made your heart pound in response.
But you didn’t let him have it. Each time his breathing hitched, each time his hips lifted just slightly, you withdrew, leaving him wanting more. His body was tense, strained, the frustration evident in every line of his form as he battled the desire clawing at him. You could feel his resolve weakening, even though he hadn’t said a word.
Your fingers traced down the length of him again, teasingly slow, before pulling away entirely, the absence of your touch now more torturous than before. He moaned again, louder this time, the sound filled with a mix of pleasure and frustration. His chest heaved, his back arching slightly off the bed as if his body was pleading for what his lips refused to beg for.
You smiled, watching as his frustration deepened, knowing it was only a matter of time.
“You’re going to h-have to touch me at some point,” Dewdrop grumbled, his breaths coming out heavy but he tried so hard to keep his voice level and not at all reflect how overwhelmed he was feeling.
You merely raised an eyebrow at Dewdrop’s grumbled words, a teasing smile playing on your lips. His heavy breaths spoke volumes, even as he fought to keep his voice steady. It was adorable how he tried to maintain an air of nonchalance, yet his body betrayed him with every slight movement, every sharp intake of breath that slipped past his control.
Ignoring his comment, you leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his as you hovered just above him. You traced your fingertips along his inner thigh, teasingly close to where he needed you the most. The way his muscles tensed beneath your touch made your pulse quicken, his body responding to you in ways he couldn’t hide.
“Is that what you think?” you murmured, your voice low and playful. “That I’ll give in just because you ask?”
Dewdrop’s brows knitted together, frustration flickering in his eyes. His hips shifted slightly, yearning for contact, and you could see the struggle etched on his face. “I—”
But before he could finish, you slipped your fingers back to him, pressing against his length again, firm yet maddeningly slow. His breath hitched, a low moan escaping him as your touch ignited that familiar spark of pleasure. You enjoyed the way he melted at your fingertips, even if he tried to mask it.
Yet you pulled away again, letting the heat of your touch linger in the air, and watched as Dewdrop’s expression shifted from frustration to desperation. He grumbled again, his voice catching slightly as he fought against the sensations overwhelming him.
“Please… you know you want to.” His voice trembled slightly, but the defiance still lingered there, even as his body betrayed him, betraying just how much he craved more.
You smirked, fully aware of the power you held. “You’re going to have to wait a little longer,” you teased, drawing out the moment as you watched him squirm beneath you, caught between his own frustration and desire.
Dewdrop’s breaths quickened, and with each teasing touch you allowed, you felt the tension between you both escalate, a potent mix of longing and challenge that promised a night filled with pleasure and patience—one that he would ultimately surrender to.
You continued your torment, drawing your fingers back, letting the heat of your touch linger just out of reach. Dewdrop’s breath came in quick bursts, each one heavier than the last, and you could see the flicker of desperation in his eyes.
“Come on,” he urged, voice laced with frustration. “Just a little more… please.”
But you merely smiled, enjoying the power you wielded over him. “Please what, Dewdrop?” you asked, dragging your fingers slowly along the length of him, teasingly close but not quite touching the sensitive spots that craved attention.
His brow furrowed, lips parting as he struggled to maintain composure. “I need you to touch me,” he finally gasped, the defiance slipping away with every moment of restraint. “I can’t take much more of this.”
You paused, allowing the silence to stretch between you, watching as he shifted restlessly. “Can’t take much more of what? The anticipation? The waiting?”
Dewdrop’s frustration boiled over, and with a breathless moan, he finally gave in. “Please! I need you,” he begged, his voice a mixture of pleading and desperation, each word laced with urgency. “I’ll do anything… just touch me.”
His confession hung in the air, raw and honest, and your heart raced at the sight of him so vulnerable, stripped of all bravado. You leaned closer, letting your breath ghost over his skin, teasing him with proximity but still holding back.
“Anything?” you echoed, a smirk tugging at your lips. “What if I want you to beg a little more? Show me how much you want it.”
Dewdrop whimpered, eyes widening as he realised just how far you were willing to push him. “I can’t… please, just give me what I want,” he implored, his voice wavering as the urgency grew stronger. “I promise I’ll be good. Just touch me… I can’t stand it any longer.”
The fire in his eyes ignited something within you, and you felt the weight of his need press against you like a tidal wave. With a final, calculated pause, you finally relented, allowing your fingers to wrap around him once more, moving with just the right amount of pressure.
As you began to stroke him, Dewdrop let out a low, relieved moan, his body instinctively arching into your touch, desperate and responsive to the sensation he’d been craving.
With your fingers finally wrapped around him, you felt Dewdrop’s body respond eagerly, his hips bucking instinctively as you began to stroke him. The tension that had been building finally found its release, and a deep, throaty moan spilled from his lips, echoing through the room like music to your ears.
You maintained a steady rhythm, your grip firm yet teasingly gentle, ensuring he felt every sensation, every flick of your wrist. You watched as his eyes fluttered shut, mouth parting slightly, the vulnerability in his expression making your heart race. He was completely at your mercy, and the knowledge sent a thrill through you.
But you weren’t ready to give him everything just yet. You slowed your movements, pulling back just enough to keep him on that razor’s edge, teetering between pleasure and frustration. “What’s the matter, Dewdrop?” you taunted softly, your voice low and sultry. “You seemed so eager just a moment ago.”
He opened his eyes, the desperation clear in their depths. “Don’t you dare stop,” he gasped, the plea laced with a hint of panic. “I can’t h-hold on much lo-oh! Longer!”
You chuckled lightly, enjoying the way his body reacted to your every move. “And here I thought you liked a challenge,” you replied, giving him a particularly slow stroke that made him writhe beneath your touch.
“Please,” he begged again, voice trembling with need. “I n-need you to—”
Before he could finish, you tightened your grip, quickening your pace just enough to send him spiralling back towards the edge. The room filled with the sound of his moans, each one more desperate than the last, and you could feel the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap.
With each stroke, you could sense him nearing the brink. His breath came in sharp gasps, the flush creeping up his neck betraying just how close he was. “I’m so-oh close,” he whimpered, eyes glazed over with pleasure. “Don’t st-stop. Fuck! Please… don’t stop!”
But you had other plans. Just as you felt him teetering on the edge, you suddenly pulled your hand away completely, leaving him gasping and desperate, his body arching towards you in a silent plea for more.
“Please!” Dewdrop moaned, frustration spilling over into his voice. “You can’t just leave me like this!”
You leaned in, capturing his gaze with yours, a wicked grin on your lips. “I can. And I will. But only if you beg for it.”
Dewdrop’s eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and pleading swirling within their depths. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he gasped, frustration lacing his tone. “Please, I’ll do anything! Just give me what I need.”
You watched him closely, a thrill racing through you at the sight of his vulnerability laid bare. It was intoxicating to see someone so proud and headstrong reduced to this, teetering on the brink of surrender. “Anything?” you repeated, your voice low and teasing, drawing out the moment as you gauged his resolve.
“Yes! Just please t-touch me again!” he begged, voice shaky and raw, the urgency evident as he squirmed beneath you, the need etched into every line of his body.
You could sense the desperation radiating from him, and it made your heart race. “What if I want you to beg just a little more?” you said, leaning closer to him, letting your breath wash over his skin. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body ached for your touch.
His lips parted, but no words came out at first. You could see the struggle within him as he fought against his pride, wanting to reclaim control yet desperately wanting to succumb to your desires. “I… I need you,” he finally managed to stammer, the raw honesty in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
“Need me? Tell me how much you need it,” you pressed, your tone playful yet commanding, wanting to draw out the intensity of the moment as he wrestled with his own desires.
“I need you to touch me! I can’t take it anymore!” His voice broke, the strain evident as he looked at you with wide, pleading eyes. “Please, I’m begging you. Just give me what I want!”
With that, you finally relented. You took his pleading words as your cue, wrapping your fingers around him once more, this time with a firm grip that left no room for teasing. You began to stroke him steadily, quickening your pace as you brought him closer to the edge.
“Oh fu-ucking hell!” He groaned, hips shifting and chasing your hand every time you lifted off him. “So g-good. So… so fucking good.”
Dewdrop’s moans filled the air, each one more desperate than the last, echoing off the walls as you worked him closer to his release. His body tensed, muscles coiling like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment.
“Please… don’t stop,” he begged again, each word a mixture of pleasure and desperation, as if the very act of begging itself was part of the ecstasy he was experiencing. “I’m so close—”
As you continued to push him towards his peak, you relished the sounds he made, the way his body responded to your every move. You could feel his release building, and the anticipation hung thick in the air, electric and intoxicating.
“Let go for me, Dewdrop,” you urged softly, the command laced with the thrill of power as you watched him unravel beneath your touch.
Dewdrop’s breath came in ragged gasps, each one more frantic than the last as he teetered on the edge of ecstasy. “I can’t hold on… I’m so close,” he moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him. His body responded to you with every stroke, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, as if the very act of begging had awakened something primal within him.
“Good,” you murmured, your voice low and sultry, encouraging him further. “I want to hear you. Let it out, Dewdrop. Let me feel how much you need this.”
You quickened your pace, the slick sounds of your movements mingling with his moans, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the air. Dewdrop’s body writhed beneath your hand, the muscles in his thighs twitching as he fought to maintain control, even as he was pulled closer and closer to the precipice.
“Please… don’t stop!” he gasped, the urgency in his voice sending another thrill through you. “I need you… I need to come!”
You could feel his body responding, the way he tightened around you, his hips thrusting against your hand in desperate rhythm. “That’s it, Dewdrop. Let go for me. I want to see you fall apart,” you urged, your voice dripping with authority.
With one final stroke, you pushed him over the edge. Dewdrop let out a breathless cry, his back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over him. The sight was breathtaking: his face contorted in bliss, his body trembling as he surrendered completely to the release.
You felt him pulse in your hand, the heat of his climax spreading warmth across your skin as he moaned your name, a sound so sweet that it sent a rush of satisfaction through you. You slowed your movements slightly, guiding him through the aftershocks, wanting him to feel every lingering pulse of pleasure.
As he came down from his high, his breathing gradually steadied, and he lay there, panting and blissed out, looking utterly wrecked. You couldn’t help but admire the way he glowed, the satisfaction of having broken him so completely washing over you.
“Did that feel good?” you teased, brushing your fingers lightly along his thigh, relishing the way he shivered at the contact. Dewdrop’s eyes fluttered open, a dazed smile spreading across his face as he nodded slowly.
“Yeah… it felt amazing,” he breathed, the remnants of pleasure still evident in his voice. “You… you really know how to make someone beg.”
You chuckled softly, satisfied with the outcome of your little game. “That was the point, wasn’t it?” You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, enjoying the intimacy of the moment now that the tension had subsided.
Dewdrop’s expression shifted from bliss to mischief, a playful grin dancing on his lips. “I think I’ll need to return the favour,” he said, eyes glinting with newfound determination. “Just you wait.”
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fishfingersandjellybabies · 9 months ago
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What do you think of the potential of the Dune universe + Damijon AU?
Damian would take on Paul Atreidas role
Jon takes Chani Kynes
Talia would be Lady Jessica
Bruce as Leto Atreidas I
The Lazarus pit could sub the Water of Life …
(I’m not knowledgable of Dune lore via books so I just skimmed the wiki briefly of the recent film adaptions.)
I feel there is so much potential!!!
unfortunately I know NOTHING of Dune haha, so these all sound good to me! 😅
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demifiendrsa · 2 years ago
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Black Clover: Sword of the Wizard King anime film will hit theaters in Japan and stream on Netflix worldwide on March 31, 2023.
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Marie Iitoyo as Milly Maxwell
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Fumiya Takahashi as Jester Galandros
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Houchu Ohtsuka as Edward
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Toshihiko Seki as Konrad Leto
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Original Creator, Chief Supervisor, Original Character Designer: Yūki Tabata
Director: Ayataka Tanemura
Character Design: Itsuko Takeda
Music: Minako Seki
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god-complex-12 · 2 years ago
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Prompts
Master list
* EDITING IN PROCESS.
Rules
- Emoji anons are welcomed
- I only write for male, gn, or ftm trans readers
- I prefer writing for amab readers
- no incest, ya nasty.
- no pedo shit.
- if I write a character who is a minor, it is strictly platonic.
- I write for platonic fics for characters over the age of 18 to.
- no SH, suicide, rape, SA, no shit like that, please.
- No “yandere” stuff.
- if I ignore your request, I either didn’t see it, didn’t know how to write it, or it just went against one of my rules.
- please, put if you want the reader to be male or gn.
NSFW rules
- non of the sub reader stuff, unless they are at the hands of a power bottom (preferably character)
- I prefer the reader to be penetrating, if there is any.
- preferably amab reader. Y’know, with a pee pee. Or a trans (ftm) reader with surgery.
- I will write for a female bodied reader (ftm) without surgery too, just saying I prefer a wee wee.
Fandoms I write for:
Oscar Isaac characters
Steven Grant (Moon Knight). Marc Spector (Moon Knight). Jake Lockley (Moon Knight). William Tell (The Card Counter). Santiago “Pope” Garcia (Triple Frontier). Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina). Jonathan Levy (Scenes Fromba Marriage). Abel Morales (The Most Violent Year). Will Dempsey (Life Itself). Rydal (The Two Faces of January). Nick Masicsko (Show Me a Hero). Jack (Mojave). Shiv (Pu-239). Miguel “Spider-Man 2099” O’Hara (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse). Duke Leto (Dune). Kane (Annihilation). Palo “Poe” Dameron (Star Wars). Llewyn Davis (Inside Llewyn Davis). Richard (The Letted Room). Paul Gauguin (At Eternity’s Gate). Cecil (Revenge on Jolly!). Lightening Face (Basil Stitt).
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2
Characters:
Tasks force 141- Cpt. John Price. John “Soap” MacTavish. Simone “Ghost” Riley. Kyle “Gaz” Garrick.
Las Vaqueros- Colonel Alejandro Vargas. Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra.
Other- Kate Laswell. Commander Phillip Gaves. “König”.
Six
Characters:
Richard “Rip”. Joseph “Bear” Graves. Alex Claude. Ricky “Buddha”. Robert Chase III. Dominic Adams.
Rainbow Six Siege
Characters:
Viperstrike- Nayara “Brava” Cardoso. Grace “Dokkaebi” Nam. Ryad “Jackal” Al-Hassar. Yumiko “Hibana” Imagawa. Vicente “Capitão” Souza. Mike “Thatcher” Baker. Elias “Blitz” Kötz. Kana “Alamo” Fujiwara. Adriana “Maestro” Martello. Aria “Alibi” Luca. Masaru “Echo” Enatsu. Mark “Mute” Chandar. Julien “Rook” Nizan. Marius “Jäger” Streicher.
Nighthaven- Charlie Tho “Grim” Keng Boon. Anja “Osa” Janković (platonic). Håvard “Ace” Haugland. Jaimini “Kali” Shah. “Finka”. Monika “IQ” Weiss. Alpha “Aruni” Tawanroong. Ngugi “Wamai” Furaha. Elżbiedts “Ela” Bosak. Elena “Mira” Álvarez. James “Smoke” Porter. Jack “Pulse” Estrada.
Wolfguard- Néon “Sens” Ngoma. Sanaa “Nomad” Maktoub. Olivier “Lion” Flament. Siu “Ying” Lin. Gilles “Montagne” Touré. Emmanuel let “Twitch” Pichon. Mina “Thunderbird” Sky. Thandiwe “Melusi” Ndlovu. Morowa “Clash” Evans. Tina “Frost” Tsang. Miles “Castle” Campbell. Gustave “Doc” Kateb. Dominic “Bandit” Brunsmeier.
Ghosteyes- Santiago “Flores” Lucero. Samuel “Zero” Fisher. Nienke “Iana” Meijer. “Nøkk”. Erik “Maverick” Thorn. Zofia Bosak. “Glaz”. Ana “Solis” Díaz. Collinn “Warden” McKinley. Max “Mozzie” Goose. Chul “Vigil” Hwa. Liu “Lesion” Long. Taina “Cerveira” Pereira. Meghan “Valkyrie” Castellano.
Redhammer- Azucena “Amaru” Quispe. Tori “Gridlock” Fairous. Craig “Blackbeard” Jenson. Sebastien “Buck” Côté. Seamus “Sledge” Cowden. Eliza “Ash” Cohen. Jordan “Thermite” Trace. “Fuze”. Brianna “Thron” Skehan. Said “Oryx” Hadid. César “Goyo” Herbández. Jalal “Kaid” Fassi. “Tachanka”. “Kapkan”.
Lucifer (Netflix)
Characters:
Angels- Amenadiel. Lucifer Morningstar.
Demons- Mazikeen.
Detective/or works in that field- Ella Lopez. Dan. Marcus Pierce.
Other- Eve.
DC
Characters:
Justice League- Clark “Superman” Kent. Bruce “Batman” Wayne. Diana “Wonder Woman” Princess. Barry “The Flash” Allen. Hal “Green Lantern” Jordon. Victor “Cyborg” Stone. Arthur “Aquaman” Curry. Oliver “Green Arrow” Queen.
Bat-fam- Bruce “Batman” Wayne. Dick “Nightwing” Grayson. Jason “Red Hood” Todd. Tim “Red Robin” Drake. Damian “Robin” Wayne. Stephanie “The Spoiler” Brown. Cassandra “Orphan” Cain. Duke “The Signal” Thomas. Kathy “Batwoman” Kane. Barbara “Batgirl” Gordon.
Hero- Kara “Supergirl” Zor-El. Queen “Wonder Woman” Nubia. Donna “Wonder Girl” Troy. Karen “Power Girl” Starr. Raymond “Atom” Palmer. Dinah “Black Carney” Lance. Wally “The Flash” Weat. Jon “Superboy” Kent. Koriand’r “Starfire”. Rachel “Raven” Roth. Garfield “Beast Boy” Logan. Zatanna Zatara. John “Hellblazer” Constantine.
Green lanterns- Hal “Green Lantern” Jordon. John “Green Lantern” Stewart. Kyle “Green Lantern” Rayner.
Villain- Jack “Joker” Naiper. Harlen “Harley Quinn” Quinzel. Edward “The Riddler” Nygma. Selina “Catwoman” Kyle. Pamela “Posion Ivy” Isley. Floyd “Deadshot” Lawton. Jonathan “Scare Crow” Crane. David “Black Manta” Hyde.
Other- Lucifer Morningstar.
Marvel
Characters:
Avengers- T’Challa “Black Panther”. Sam “Falcon” Wilson. Steve “Captain America” Rogers. Natalia “Black Widow” Alianovna. Bucky “Winter Soldier” Barnes. Clint “Hawkeye” Barton. Tony “Iron Man” Stark. Thor Odinson.
Hero’s- Roberta “Captain America” Mendez. Matt “Daredevil” Murrdock. Scott “Ant-Man” Lang. Peter “Star Lord” Quill,
Deadpool- Wanda “Lady Deadpool” Wilson. Wade “Deadpool” Wilson.
MoonKnight- Steven “Mr. Knight” Grant. Marc “MoonKnight” Spector. Khonshu. Jake “Mr. Knight” Lockley.
Spider-men- Cooper “Web-Weaver” Coen. May “Spider-Girl” Parker. Hobie “Spider-Punk” Brown. Ben “Scarlet Spider” Reilly. Kaine “Scarlet Spider” Parker. Miguel “Spider-Man 2099” O’rara. Anya “Spider-Girl” Corázon. Gwen “Spider-Gwen” Stacy. Miles “Spider-Man” Morales. Cindy “Silk” Moon. Mary “MJ” Jane. Peter “Spider-Man” Parker.
Other- Tony “Taskmaster” Masters. Brock “Crossbones” Rumblow. Joaquín “Falcon” Torres. Yelena “White Widow” Belova. Gwen “Gwenpool” Poole. Kraven “Kraven the Hunter”. Felicia “Black Cat” Hardy. Soel “Luna Snow” Hee. Elektra Natchios. Albert “Spawn” Simmons. Frank “Punisher” Castle. Loki Odinson. Stephen “Doctor Strange” Strange.
Triple Frontier
Characters:
Francisco Morales. Santiago “Pope” Garcia. Tom “Redfly” Davis.
The Card Counter
Characters:
William Tell. La Linda. Clirk Rogers.
A Most Violent Years
Characters:
Abel Morales. Lawrence. Peter Forente..
The Two Faces of January
Characters:
Chester’s McFarland. Rydal.
Ex Machina
Characters:
Nathan Bateman.
Scenes From a Marriage
Characters:
Jonathan Levy.
Life Itself
Characters:
Will Dempsey.
Show Me a Hero
Characters:
Nick Wasicsko. Micheal Sussman?
Mojave
Characters:
John “Jack” Jackson.
Pu-239
Characters:
Shiv.
Dune
Characters:
Duke Leto.
Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse
Characters:
Miguel “Spider-Man 2099” O’Hara. Peter “Spider-Man” B. Parker. Jessica “Spider-Woman” Drew. Peter “Spider-Man Noir” Parker.
Obey Me! Shall We Date?
Demons- Lucifer. Mammon. Leviathan. Satan. Asmodues. Beelzebub. Belphegor. Diavolo. Barbatos.
Angels- Simeon. Luke (platonically).
Humans- Solomon.
Anime’s:
*If the characters are like high schoolers, I will only right with them aged up. However, if the character I’d like 14 and below, I will note write with at all because 15 and above I can get a more accurate less childish personality with them being aged up.
Devil Man Crybaby
Characters:
Akira Fudo. Ryo Asuka. Miki Makimura. Miki Kurado. Psycho Jenny.
Haikyu!! (Ify about this one)
Kurasuno- Yu Nishinoya. Tobio Kageyama. Kei Tsukishima. Kiyoko Shimizu. Shoto Hinata. Ryūnosuke Tanaka. Koshi Sugawara. Hitoka Yachi. Tadashi Yamaguchi. Keishin Ukai. Daichi Suwamura.
Nekoma- Kenma Kozume. Tetsurō Kuroo. Lev Haiba.
Aoba Johsai- Toru Oikawa. Hajime Iwaizumi.
Fukurōdani- Kōtarō Bokuto. Keiji Akaashi.
Shiratorizawa- Wakatoshi Ushijima. Satori Tendo.
Attack on Titan
Characters:
Scout Regiment- Armin Arlert. Mikasa Ackerman. Levi Ackerman. Hange Zoë. Sasha Brown. Erwin Smith.
Military Regiment- Hitch Dreyse. Kenny Ackerman.
Warriors- Reiner Braun. Annie Leonhart.
Nobility- Historia Reiss.
Eldia- Ymir Fritz.
Paradise Island- Carla Jeager. Kuchel Ackerman.
Sword Art Online
Character:
Kirito. Asuna. Sinon.
Seven Deadly Sins
Characters:
Meliodas. Escanor. Gowther. Ban. Diane. King.
Hunter x Hunter
Characters:
Killua Zoldyck (platonic). Gon Freecss (platonic). Kurapika. Chrollo Lucifer. Feitan. Leorio.
Parasyte
Characters:
Satori Murano. Shinichi Izumi. Kana Kimishima.
Demon Slayer
Characters:
Ubuyashiki Family- Kagaya Ubuyashiki.
Hashira- Giyu Tomioka. Mitsuri Kanroji. Sanemi Shinazugawa. Gyomei Himejima. Shinobu Kocho.
Former Hashira- Kyojuro Rengoku. Tengen Uzui.
Demon Slayers- Tanjiro Kamado. Zenitsu Agatsuma. Inosuke Hashibira.
Demons- Muzan Kibutsuji. Enmu.
Death Note
Blue Exorcist
Ouran High School Host Club
Soul Eater
Black Butler
Angels of Death
High-rise Invasion
Noragami
Psycho-pass
Monthly Girls Nozaki-kun
The Way of the House Husband
Kotoro Lives Alone (platonic w/ Kotoro)
Cowboy Bebop
Jujutsu Kaisen
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