#the fuck do you MEAN he has all these secret hidden desires hes SAYING what he wants loud and clear didnt you fucking watch the show--

[dennisboobs]

i love seeing everyone getting mad on dennis' behalf bc of the crossover <3 this is what it's like full-time for me, i get to clock out for once 'cause my shift's covered

[crepezinhos]

Out of Reach

POV: You’d never think a few small talks every now and then and effortless circus perfomances would spark such a passionate fan like him, especially when your differences segregated you two so much.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is an angsty SFW Oneshot (not proofread)

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— AU is: 1910s

— Vet!Character x Performer!Reader

— This is a multifandom work. Characters/Fandoms included are clarified down below and in tags too.

Imagine you and him, who work together in circus, the kind that resides in a train and perform from city to city. You’re a ballerina, a professional dancer, who performs with an elephant as a partner, and him, who’s been recently recruited as a vet to take care of it.

He isn’t even professional. He’s a poor man who attempted veterinary school but couldn’t handle the expenses, so he gave up and ran way from his urban life, but he still does a professional job just for you.

He doesn’t double check before you straddle the elephant, he triple-checks, quadruple-checks, and even more if it means you’ll be ok and that the elephant won’t ever have a panick attack. That’s also why he refuses to use physical punishment with it. He not only has a tremendous empathy for animals in the first place, but he also views that elephant as a sacred relic blessed by your talent and beauty. He will wake up in the middle of the night to make sure the elephant is sleeping well, he will brush every little corner of the elephant’s enormous body with multiple layers of soap, he’ll assure its little accessories and makeup are perfectly done… everything in the name of you.

How could those amused faces in the crowd not make a line for your autograph after your performances? He’d proudly be the first one on it.

He’s your secret biggest fan.

He watches every show of yours.

No matter if he has duties to do.

He’ll always find a way to sneak out or have a colleague cover for him, and watch you from a far, isolated corner in the crowd, hidden in the shadows. Even if he’s anxious and afraid you might fall or embarrassingly trip and twist an ankle when you’re standing on the elephant’s back, his eyes cannot stop admiring you.

The thrill… the beauty… the music… the costume… the dance… the art.

No matter how many times he’s watched that repeated set of actions, for him, you somehow always make something ‘new’ that make hai actions widen.

How could all the other performers only shower you with shallow compliments?

“You did really well!”

“Nice job!”

“Great performance today!”

You deserve more than just those words. You deserve someone kissing your feet, you deserve a group of maids massaging your back, you deserve a man waiting for you to get home so he can take care of your every need.

And that’s why he finally broke his own limits.

That’s why his feet were moving so quickly in your direction, breathing almost uncontrolled, for some reason fearing that you’d somehow disappear if he didn’t reach you in time, fearing that someone would say what he had to say to you first and make his words lose meaning.

You looked hypnotizing even when you were just sitting on top of a random crate. The moonlight making your jewelry and glossy eyes sparkle like a diamond and your dress accentuating your fine curves… he desperately desired to watch you from a close distance, but he knew that’d reasonably creep you out.

“Y/N.” His whole body shivered as he pronounced your name after so many days without saying it to you.

Your zoned-out face finally seemed to be brought back to reality with his figure standing some inches away from you, but as soon as you paid attention to him, your nose couldn’t help but detect the smell.

He works with your dear elephant, and that means he needs to clean the kilograms of rotting shit it eliminates of its body and carry it out of the train. The lack of access to showers makes the smell stick to his every cell of his body like a parasite, a fucking leech that always made your expressions of him be low for any situation that wasn’t veterinary. Especially considering his constant timid behavior, he looked like nothing but a random loser to you.

And he obviously couldn’t help but remember all the others reasons why you’d feel disgusted to him when he looked at a mirror. His calloused hands due to manual labour, the dirt under the tip of his nails, his oily and unwashed hair, the dust, feces and dirt spread around his body and his clothes, which probably had already became permanent stains at this point, his yellowish teeth, his tired eyes, and that stupid fly that has been annoyingly following him and hanging around his space for these last minutes.

No matter if he had a cute face behind all those layers of grubbiness and unsanitary life conditions.

That’s why you flinched away, and your hand immediately moved to pinch your nose and stop your nasals to absorb and taste his smell.

Oh.

How could he forget?

How could he forget that he has no chance with you? How could he allow himself to walk so confidently to you as if he was your closest friend? Or as if you cared about what he had to say?

Perhaps… was your performance tonight what made him feel this way? This delusional? Was that how much you inspired him? Well, he should just disappear now, shouldn’t he? He’s a bother, isn’t he?

You immediately gasped and put your hand on top of your mouth as soon as you realized your wrong and saw his excited face die in a blink and become embarrassed due to that.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” You stood up, trying to make your apology seem more genuine and respectful, but he immediately fought you back.

“No, no. It’s ok.” No matter how genuine his smile looked, he couldn’t make eye contact with you anymore, and that made your heart ache in regret. “I understand.” He reached a hand to the back of his neck and begun scratching it as a way to control himself as he prepared to organize his confession.

He bit his inferior lip for a few seconds, and you made sure to wait if that meant he’d forgive your attitude.

“I just wanted to say that…” He had to pause again if he didn’t want to pass out. “Your performance was absolutely mesmerizing tonight.” The gentle tone and sway of his voice towards your ears made your heart ache even more for him.

He felt afraid of course, but every syllable pronounced was vital. How could he be 100% honest to you when that’s how you reacted to his presence? But he still somehow dearly hoped his determination would mean something to you. That your artistic mind could interpret his choice of words and perhaps remember that moment for the next years.

How could you treat your own vet like that?! After all the work he does for your elephant, that’s how you treat him as? After all those small talks you two shared throughout those months? And considering those small talks were centered around you, it made you even worse for him.

He’s not even ugly in the first place. His facial features and manly and sharp, his eyes are catchy, his hands and fingers are long, and his body is slim and healthily worked-out.

“I…” You couldn’t even react to it. You were truly taken aback and felt with those words. “Thank you… I-I’m sorry for—” He immediately started nodding his head side-to-side.

“No need to apologize.” He shrugged his shoulders and began to turn back, but those damn words in the tip of his tongue that were begging to come out couldn’t be held back anymore. “Have a good night, Ms. Y/N. I’ll make sure Ella is prepared for tomorrow.” No matter if his heart was too overwhelmed with anxiety and his stomach with butterflies, he was disappointed at himself for even bothering you in the first, so he immediately started walking away from you before you could say anything else.

And you pathetically decided to let him go, regretting that decision more and more with every step of his, but only silence could be heard between you two.

At least he was glad that you seemed touched by him.

He was glad he said the things he needed to say, even if you’d never look at him the same way he looks at you, according to his thoughts.

So he walked home with blood running roughly on his cheeks, and a smile that couldn’t find rest.

Diluc, Kazuha, Zhongli, Itto, Gorou, Xiao, AlHaitham, Kinich, Neuvillette, Kabukimono, Ororon, Cyno

Luocha, Kakavasha, Dan Heng, Blade, Gepard, Sunday

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Taglist: @amoyanderes @shyentsfoundherink @kindofshyent @the-stinky-winky @goofy-ego @bigmantiddys @alatusorrow @luminieee

[stellamarielu]

kili nsfw alphabet

content: nsfw, 18+, sexual scenarios, cursing

author's note: probably some hobbit/dwarf inaccuracies in here but kili is my fav and i’m just a tad horny for him sue me

a= aftercare (what they're like after sex)

kili's like a big cuddly teddy bear, drawing you into him and holding you close after sex. he craves the feeling of your skin on his as your chests heave. he's such a softie, humming quietly and gently playing with your hair, leaving any mess that was made to be cleaned up long after he's had his fill of physical touch.

b= body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

he's proud of his legs. there's no hiding how beautifully sculpted they are from years and years of strenuous activity. a more honest reason of why they were his favorite body part however, was the fact that his muscular thighs had become one of your favorite seats. whether you were politely sitting on his lap in a group setting or straddling one of his thighs, greedily grinding against it during a heated makeout session, kili loved that you loved his legs.

as for you, he has a thing for your hips. the skin there is so soft and delicate, he loves tracing gentle patterns on your hips when he's fucking you, always grabbing them to push himself deeper inside.

c= cum (anything to do with cum basically)

he's a sucker for watching his cum paint your body; your ass, your stomach, your chest. he wants to cover you in himself, marking you as his.

d= dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he likes it when you take control. he wouldn't admit it out loud but he enjoys when you boss him around from time to time. he's always your protector, your soldier- sometimes he wants to be taken care of.

e= experience (how experienced are they? do they know what their doing?)

he's definitely been with his fair share of women, and knows exactly how to keep you pleased in the bedroom. but he would never want to talk about past partners with you, always making sure you knew you were his one and only.

f= favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves when you're on top. he gets to sit back and watch your body sink onto him, feeling every part of you with his roaming hands. but he likes the control that comes with it as well, being able to hold your hips in place and fuck up into you at whatever pace he desires. what's not to like?

g= goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s the goofiest goofball to ever exist. although he has a different kind of humor when it comes to sex. it’s a tad darker and a whole lot dirtier.

kili would have you pinned against a wall in a more hidden hall of erebor with two thick fingers knuckles deep inside you. curling them in a spot that had you moaning out profanities only to be hushed by his hand on your mouth. "shh it's no fun if we get caught." his voice would sound so seductive and playful and he would be smiling deviously as he shot you a quick wink.

h= hair (how well groomed are they?)

i get the impression he’s probably not very groomed if at all. let’s be real. but the more wild the better, you just can't get enough. he’s covered in hair, the longer wavy locks on his head, his furry chest, and the unruly mane at the base of his cock.

i= intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

i think he strives to be romantic. not just in bed but always. he feels so lucky to be loved by you that he’s made it his life’s mission to shower you in affection. we love a man who yearns. but of course this means that he always makes you feel loved during sex.

placing a gentle hand on your cheek and cradling your face as you ride him pulling your gaze down to his. “you are everything to me” his sudden sweet words causing you to relax further onto him. “i’ll never stop loving you” his words bringing you both to the edge of your pleasure, eyes locked on one another and hearts full.

j= jack off (masturbation headcannon)

he's a busy boy and doesn't have a lot of time to pleasure himself but it does happen occasionally. although, most of the time if he's in the mood it usually just ends with you in his bed.

k= kink (one or more of their kinks)

overstimulation!! he is pretty much obsessed with making you cum. he's competitive and a lover boy- the two qualities merging together and brining out a side of him that relishes in your all consuming pleasure. he would get off on making you finish multiple times in a row until you were almost crying for him to stop, his ego swelling with the power he has over you.

l= location (favorite places to do the do)

he's really into fucking you in semi-public places, the thrill of it is undeniable. but when it comes to his favorite place to have sex, it has to be your bed. there's just nothing better than being able to take you exactly how he wants with as much time as he needs. switching positions and being able to hear you moan for him is a must for kili.

m= motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

nearly everything about you turns kili on, but his absolute weakness is when you kiss his neck. as soon as your lips are on his jaw he's practically whimpering your name.

n= no (something they wouldn't do)

he never wants to be too rough on you. when he's in the right mood he'll enjoy the occasional smack to your ass or a tight hold on your throat but anything more than that is a no for him. he can't stand the idea of causing you any sort of pain.

o= oral (preference in giving or receiving)

this is truly 50/50

he will NEVER deny seeing you on your knees for him, but when kili finds himself between your legs he'll stop at nothing to absolutely devour you. every. single. time. spreading your legs as far as he can and making an absolute mess of you, finding satisfaction in your pleasure.

p= pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

he can do both.

he's typically very loving and caring during sex. slow deep thrusts and sensual kisses all over your body wanting to show you how much you mean to him.

but I do think there's a big part of him that likes to be a little bit aggressive with you, especially when he's fresh from battle. his adrenaline pumping and the need to dominate still on his brain. he would return to your bed chamber wasting no time undressing you both, pushing you onto the bed on your hands and knees. kneading the flesh of your backside in his palms while he pushes into you abruptly and completely, muttering dirty things as he tugs on your hair, “always so wet for me” “you’re such a whiney little thing, did you miss me darling?”.

q= quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often? etc.)

quickies excite him. the idea of having you where he wants to, when he wants to really gets him going. he'll take any opportunity to pull you aside and get his hands on you. bonus points if he's annoyed or angry about something and you let him take out his frustrations with a quick fuck.

r= risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's a huge risk taker in every aspect of his life, addicted to the adrenaline rush of preforming under pressure, it definitely makes your sex life exciting. let's just say he's good at keeping you on your toes.

s= stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? etc.)

i think he could last pretty long if he wanted to, but he doesn't often care to try. he'd rather succumb to the pleasure of feeling you wrapped around him. coming undone and then spending some time between your legs to work himself up for a second round.

t= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?)

toy options aren't vast for the two of you but you had dabbled in the world of restraints and blindfolds. he's open minded in the bedroom and willing to try anything you throw his way.

u= unfair (how much they like to tease)

biggest tease on middle earth. sometimes he doesn't even mean to tease you, he just always has to be touching you. you're like two teenagers who can't keep their hands to themselves.

he would be seated next to you while you joined the company for a meal, letting his hand softly rest on your knee playing with the hem of your dress. as time went on he would trail his hand up and up until it found it's way to your inner thigh. he would dance his fingertips on your bare skin inching closer to your core making your breath hitch in your throat. he would be wearing a smirk so big fili would ask him what was so funny.

v= volume how loud are they? what sounds they make, etc.)

our boy kili is vocal. i'm talking a groaning, muttering, whimpering mess under your touch. he rarely tried to hold back letting you know how good he felt when he was with you.

w= wildcard (a random headcannon for the character)

ears! ears! sensitive ears! being a dwarf, kili's ears are big and beautiful and oh so sensitive. you had a lot of fun with this, always using his reactivity tease him. you would be around the others and go to tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear letting your fingertips linger on the delicate skin, earning a challenging glare from him.

or you would use the sensitivity to drive him mad in bed. the two of you tangled in sheets, his body hovering over yours, thrusts growing lazy. you knew he was close causing you to reach a hand up to tangle in his hair but when your touch met his ear you could feel his movements quicken. the pathetic whimper that left his lips as you traced the cartilage of his ear had him burying his face in your neck as he finished.

x= x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he's well endowed but not massive. the perfect size to stretch you out and fill you just right.

y= yearning (how high is their sex drive)

he is literally locked and loaded at all times of the day. all it would take is one slightly sultry gaze in his direction and he would find a way to sneak you somewhere private enough to whisper in your ear all of the things he has planned for you later.

z= zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as stated earlier, kill adored after sex cuddles and often times that led to both of you falling asleep in each other's arms. there was hardly anything more comforting to him than your warm naked body melted into his, he couldn't help it if he dozed off in such a cozy position.

[sludge-saturday]

hidden fantasies ☆ there's a first for everything

having been in a relationship with you for a respectable amount of time, your lover has never been one to keep secrets. you two knew nearly everything about one another. that is, until they reveal to you one of their deepest desires for the very first time...

pairing: mk1 liu kang x reader

summary: you decide to take a risk and call liu kang something new in the bedroom. how is he going to take it? why does he love it so much?

tags: nsfw, 18+ (MDNI), gn!reader, missionary, title usage, hair pulling, scratching, swearing, creampie

warnings: see above!

word count: 809

a/n: first entry in the "hidden fantasies" series! feedback is always appreciated. this man is SO yummy omfg

☆ slow and steady. that was always how liu kang liked to start his pace. in and out, push and pull, forward and back, easy does it. his hips rolled oh, so smoothly as they came flush with your own, his length almost leaving you entirely before sliding back in again. you shuddered each time his hips ground against you, feeling just how full you were and just how utterly thick he was.

☆ this isn't to say that liu kang's pace wasn't pleasurable, he was hitting all of the right spots even with his rhythmic, slower pace. he was letting you get used to feeling him inside you like this, letting you adjust. he knew you needed it. liu kang was a gentle and attentive lover, through and through. at least, like mentioned previously, that's how it always started.

☆ you whimpered and whined as you felt the gentle friction inside of you, aching for more. "please, liu-" you begged, a quiet request for something greater. something more intense. "shh," liu kang hushes, petting your head as a means to soothe. he knew how impatient you could get. "you'll get what you want soon enough, love." he presses a kiss to your forehead and keeps his pace, unwavering and unchanging.

☆ you couldn't take it anymore. from your position on your back below him, you hook your legs around his waist and pull him closer, making him stop his thrusting for a moment. you run your hands up his back, slowly, feeling every peak and valley that made up his broad, muscular frame. they stop to hold the back of his neck and you let out a shaky breath. time to pull out all the stops. "please, my lord, i need you to have me. i need you to have your way with me."

☆ for a brief moment, all liu kang can do is stare back at you. his breathing deepens as he understands the gravity of your words. warmth quickly spreads throughout his body, across his chest, down his back, and, most notably, this heat blooms in his groin. he could almost feel himself getting harder and he groans. no one's ever called him by his title in the bedroom before.

☆ leaving no time to waste, liu kang picks up and even heavier, even faster pace than he had before. now, he was the one who needed to be satiated. you had him in the palm of your hand and you knew it, especially when he pulled your bodies even closer. with your foreheads almost touching, liu kang holds your waist in his hands, crying out. "gonna- haah fuck! gonna make you mine, have to have you..." he sounded close.

☆ your moans were also getting louder as you felt him even deeper than he had gone before. god, the way he stretched you out, made you feel every inch of him, it was almost too much to bear. you could feel yourself approaching the edge, too. with your arms around his neck now, you unfold them to reach for his nape. you fingers thread through his thick black hair and creep up the back of his head. feeling that same growing heat in your abdomen, you were on the verge of your orgasm too.

☆ all it took was one well-angled thrust from liu kang for you to curl your fingers and pull, arching your back and pressing your chest into your lover's. and once his head was pulled back by the roots of his hair, it was all over for him. coming undone immediately, liu kang cried out so wantonly, so pathetically, it was almost unlike him. you could feel him unload within you, the heat from the ropes upon ropes he was leaking radiated throughout your pelvis. "fuck, FUCK!" he cried as you milked him dry.

☆ the sight of liu kang like this was what let to your coming undone as well. you exhaled sharply, inhaling and dragging your nails down his back. your jaw was slack, mouth hanging open as your orgasm racked your body. you twitched and jolted and writhed and shook, taking every last drop from liu kang as he praised you. "doing so good, taking all of it, so good for me." he panted.

☆ as you both came down and held one another in the process, you noticed that it took longer than usual for liu kang to come back to earth. he seemed dazed, occupied with other thoughts with a blissed-out look on his face. neither of you knew it yet, but you pressed all of his buttons in all of the right ways. and he would never say it out loud, but he hopes that you do it again next time you two are together like this. he doesn't care how long he may have to wait. he needs to hear you say that again.

[alwayshere195]

I wish we got Diego and Five in the timeline subway instead of Lila and Five. The deep desire for us getting the same premise but with a different execution.

Imagine Diego going and asking why Five can't blink only to end up in the subway with him. Five reluctantly, explaining everything he knows. Something Diego isn't fully comprehending but understands.

The silly idea of Diego coming up with the timeline travel and getting stuck in the subway with Five. The possibilities of their interactions.

The idea of Apocalypse Five shooting at them, causing Diego to ask who's that. "Me, of course, who else was in the apocalypses?!" Five responds, heading back down into the subway. Diego follows, "Well, sorrrry! I thought you had better aim than that!" Five shoots him a look.

The idea of when they realized they're trapped, we hear dialog. Diego shouting that this is EXACTLY what Five wanted. Klaus was right! He is a chaos junkie!

Five, throwing his hands up: I don't know why everyone says that! I'm not. This isn't what I wanted.

Diego: You appear in your element!

Five: Of course I do! This is all I know, Diego! I got stuck in an apocalypse at 13! 13! I was trapped for 45 years in it! Besides living in it, need I remind that I witnessed it again and again and again?! But that doesn't mean I want it!

Diego: Then what do you want? Because (mocking) Need I remind, you went off to join the CIA. You barely kept in contact for the past 6 years. You-

Five: I want peace! I want silence! I want to not worry about you idiots! I want... Forget it. Let's keep looking to get out of here.

How it finally pushes these two to talk. Their relationship has been rocky but there's always trust between them. Plus, Five doesn't really open up. So for the day to come where Diego once again pushes Fives buttons but the correct ones this time to get a

Five: I'm tired, ok? I have seen you all die again and again and again. I'm tired. I tried time traveling, I tried talking, I tried murder, I've tried, and it all keeps going to hell. There's only so much before it feels impossible or that I'm the problem. Sure, Viktor caused the first three apocalypse but not those after that. Not all this (refering to the subway). Only I could come here...

Diego, sighing after hearing all this for the first time: Yeah, you are a problem. A problematic piece of shit like the rest of us. And for holding all this in like a secret to take to the grave. But you're not to blame for everything. If anyone's to blame, it's Dad.

How they grow closer and Diego realizes just how tired Five is. He's exhausted and barely holding on. It doesn't help that no one in the family ever truly thanked him. So he does. Gives Five a genuine "Thanks by the way. For spending 45 years and some figuring out how to save us. I appreciate it. I like being alive." And how Five gets quiet as thats all he ever truly wanted. A thank you.

How Diego opens up about his relationship issues and how his rants turn into frustration about it all. Him voicing how he'd LOVE "bookclub" because FUCK MAN he needs a "bookclub" too! He'd be in full support! And he wished she was more vocal about things like he is instead of playing the guessing game. And how it turns into all the things he wants to do when he sees her again. Tell her everything. Open up. Hold her. Kiss her. Be in the same love he always really had for her. Fives there supporting him.

Five finds the journal and ponders it. Keeps the information hidden from Diego for a day or two before he's caught reading it. Diego's rightfully upset but Five brings up points.

Five: I was reading it. Making sure I understood what to do before we had a talk.

Diego: A talk? What is there to talk about?

Five: What if it went to shit out there and everyone's died? What if-

Diego: No, Five. There is no ifs here. We're going back and we're going to see how things are. Worst case scenario, we go back in time and save their lousy asses. Together. Best case scenario, we see our family again. I get to see Lila and my kids again.

Five: Right...

They go back and they find out that Luther and Lila ended up going to the CIA because "My husband always talks about this place, and my brother-in-law works here. So maybe there's information." And it makes Diego's hesrt flutter.

Just... what we could have had.

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 23rd

Day 23: Breeding/Impregnation, Fancy Dress, Frottage

Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mentions of bastards, sex work, breeding, pregnancy, vaginal sex

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“Perfect.” His hands slide over your skin, making you shiver as he continues to stare at you. His dark eyes assess you. Stepping back and raking them up and down your body when he tilts his head and reaches out to cup both of your breasts. Weighing them in his hands and you bite your lip to keep from moaning softly. 

Then those hands slide down to your hips, squeezing them, measuring them. “Yes. Nice hips.” He smirks, obviously thinking of something as you stand in front of him, completely nude. “Wide enough for my plans.” 

You’ve slept with him before. Fucked him everytime that he has come through your city. Preferring your bed over the brothels, but tonight he was acting differently. HIs kisses had been more urgent, sharper. His hands were more insistent as he had stripped you down. 

“Plans?” Your brows arch up, unsure of what the fuck he was talking about. You know that lords get away with anything. They were never held to the same standards as their lessers, allowed to speak and act as they chose as long as it wasn’t to anyone above them. For most, that was the King. For Oberyn, that was seemingly no man. 

For a second son, Prince Oberyn did not act like others. He was rash, reckless. Spreading his pleasure all over Westeros. Having already been banished by his brother for killing another lord in a fight after being found in bed with the man’s wife and his mistress. It’s said he was father to two bastard daughters. He claimed them. He acknowledged them and brought them to Sunspear. Not hidden away like sordid secrets. 

Oberyn hums, pursing his lips and trailing his fingers back up your body to slide up your neck. The ring on his finger is warm from his body and he taps it against your chin. “You will look magnificent dripping my seed.” 

That is not something that is unusual, Oberyn is a very sensual, adventurous lover. He often wants what he wants, but he’s not one to deny you pleasure. All of your time together is spent in different positions, different experiences. 

“Then I will prepare my tea.” You hum, surprised when he shakes his head. 

“No.” He decides, “no tea.” 

“My prince….” You are at a loss for words, unable to understand what exactly he means by this. You are aware that the prince is unmarried, you had asked that before you had ever allowed him in your bed. You do not wish to bed a married man. It’s not like you are ever the type of woman the Prince of Dorne would be allowed to marry. You don’t have that kind of influence. “If I don’t-” “You might have my bastard.” Oberyn hums easily, almost slippery. As if it is something that he has already thought of and dismissed as inconsequential. “You might be barren.” 

You frown at his comment. “I have my monthly.” You protest but he shrugs. 

“Sometimes a healthy woman cannot bear a child despite that.” He tells you, reminding you that he had spent a few years training as a maester. He smirks, “however I feel as if you will easily take my seed and grow a child.” 

“Why?” You can’t understand why Oberyn would want you to carry his child. Especially when he obviously does not want a wife, nor need a legitimate heir. 

He growls, a deep sound vibrating through his chest as he slides his hand down to your stomach. Hold your womb. “I want to fill your belly with my bastard. To see you grow with my child and know that it is resting in your womb.” He groans, shuffling closer and pressing the throbbing evidence of his desire against your bare hip. “It excites me. Makes me want to bend you over right now and fuck you full of my seed.” 

You moan, his filthy words making your cunt clench and drip with desire. You don’t know why it sounds so intriguing. You had never thought about carrying a babe, studiously taking your tea when you were with a lover. “And what of the child?” You ask. Plenty of nobles had no issue creating the bastards they had. They just had no use for them once their interest in their mother waned. “What of me?” 

Oberyn looks insulted, his eyes narrowing slightly as he contemplates your question. As if he were deciding if he should be insulted by them. Only for his brows to unknit a moment later. “The babe lives with me.” He tells you. “As the mother, you would also be allowed to live in Sunspear.” 

Even as Oberyn moves you back, guiding you back towards the bed that has been adorned with fresh linens for his visit, you mull over his words. He wants you to carry his babe. To knowingly get pregnant with a bastard. To be a mother to one of his children. “And after the babe?” You ask seriously. “Then what?”

Oberyn snorts, his robe on the floor and he pulls his thin shirt over his head to toss it down as well. Stripping himself as bare as you are. “Then I will fill you again.” He groans, the front of his breeches twitching again. “We fuck every day, all day, until you are full again. Another babe.” He hisses. “And I’ll let any man or woman lick your cunt while you are round and full. But no man fucks you but me while you are carrying my child.” 

His fingers untie his breeches, opening them and pushing them down his hips. His boots had been discarded earlier, when he had entered your house, so now he is standing in front of you. His hard cock bobbing proudly in front of you. 

“So I would be your broodmare?” You ask quietly, still not understanding why the prince wanted you to carry his bastards. Why he wanted to purposefully breed them on you. “To have your babies?” 

His cock twitches and he wraps his hand around his cock with a groan. “I will breed you, yes. You will carry my bastards, yes. You will have anything you wish. Any lover. We will fuck them together. Men, women, every brothel we wish to seek out or a person who catches our eyes.” 

You had heard of Oberyn’s indulgences. Of his generosity with lovers and how free he could be with his cock and his purse at times. This doesn’t feel like he’s trying to talk you into just having his baby. It’s more like it’s a commitment to him. As committed as you could be to a man who had vowed to never marry. 

“Except when I am carrying your bastards?” You just want to clarify, make sure you understand. You have been so used to living however you choose, so you want to make sure you know what you are getting into. 

“I would let any tongue pleasure your cunt, any fingers bury themselves in your warmth, but only my cock would fuck your womb full. While the babe is resting inside. Then, after, you could have fifteen cocks inside your holes and I would watch while a mouth is around my cock.” He chuckles. “Then after you recover from that, I will plant my seed in your womb again.” 

“How many?” You ask, curious if Oberyn is planning on breeding a bastard army. He hums, kneeling on the bed and pulling your legs apart to shuffle between them. Eager to bury himself in your cunt while he talks of making a child with you. He had never known of his first two bastards until they were older. This time, he wants to be involved. To know that you are carrying his seed and keeping you nailed to the bed with his cock while you are. 

“As many as you will bear.” He groans, twitching as he guides himself to your entrance and sliding deep. He has a need to breed you, to plant his seed inside your womb and he will make sure that you are cared for. He would care for you. His lips fall on yours with a groan of your name and he starts to rock his hips. Determined to see you drip his cum and push it back inside your perfect cunt. “As many as we can have.” 

[doumadono]

(Since I am a bitch 😈😈😈)

I have a request!

NSFW alphabet with our "beloved" Enji Todoroki!!!!!! 😏🔥

MASTERLIST

A - aftercare If you're just a casual fling or someone he met randomly at a bar, the chances of him sticking around are quite slim. However, if he's genuinely invested in the relationship, there will come a point where he reveals his caring side. Seeing you upset because of his initial emotional distance triggers a sense of guilt within him, and he eventually relents, saying, "Alright, let's cuddle."

B - body part He loves your ass, tempted to give it a playful pat or some appreciative glances, all while trying to not make the impression that he's a pervert

C - cum Enji usually pulls out and cums on your ass, or just jacks off to it but sometimes he'll grab your throat and push you on your knees to cum on your face. "Yeah, babe, take it, take it! See how fucking beautiful you look with my cum all over your face?"

D - dirty secret Endeavor's hidden desire is for you to pleasure yourself with toys while he watches, jacking off

E - experience He has a wealth of experience, and I mean a substantial amount of it. This guy truly knows what he's doing

F - favorite position His favourite position is doggy style, he feels so powerful and in control while you're on all fours, whimpering pathetically for him. He loves taking you from behind and pulling on your hair, making you scream his name. "You like it when I fuck you into submission like this? I bet you do, slut."

G - goofy He's extremely serious and doesn't welcome humor in the bedroom

H - hair Enji doesn't bother to shave but he's naturally well-tamed with body hair

I - intimacy The most intimate act for him is to press your foreheads together as he thrusts inside you at merciless pace

J - jack off In rare occasions, he might indulge in self-pleasure, but this only occurs when you haven't been together for a few weeks or so

K - kinks Breeding kink - he's definitely into feral/animalistic sex since he's so aggressive

Power play - that goes without saying

Master/slave play - Todoroki finds it very arousing when you're serving him sexually and he can order you around. "Suck my cock like a good little servant and you'll get to cum."

L - location Bed or shower - Endeavor strongly dislikes dealing with messes in locations where it's not convenient to clean up the filth easily

M - motivation Intentionally arousing him, only to appear disinterested afterward. He'll absolutely destroy you and abuse all of your holes afterward, but it's worth it. "You fucking tease, I should just pound you until your fucking cunt is sore."

N - no Anything that places him in a submissive position is something he's not particularly fond of - Endeavor's an aggressive top, and even trying to bottom would hurt his ego

O - oral He definitely prefers to receive it - he gives only if he feels like it

P - pace Fast and rough. That's it!

Q - quickie He’s down for quickies. Enji prefers proper sex, but he won’t say no to a nice quickie

R - risks He won’t take risks, ever. He wouldn't even consider anything that could potentially harm either of you. His past experiences have made him exceedingly cautious when it comes to taking risks of any kind

S - stamina He can go for a few rounds at the most, meaning you're having the most earth shattering orgasms of your life coming you way

T - toys He thinks you don’t need a vibrator when you have him, and he’s goddamn right!

U - unfair He likes to tease way too much, and he will do it at the worst possible moments. Sometimes you’ll be having dinner with some of the other heroes, and he’ll start to finger you under the table, just like that 🤷

V - volume Endeavor can get pretty loud, he doesn’t care about noise complaints. He does a lot of growling, groaning and dirty talk

W - wildcard He will come up with the most pathetic reasons to bend you over his knee and punish you

X - x-ray He's very thick, very long and very veiny. 8-9 inches when fully hard

Y - yearning His sex drive is undeniably high. He prefers to engage in sexual activity at least every other day. Occasionally, he can't contain himself and pins you against the nearest surface, having his way with you

Z - zzz It takes him a little while to fall asleep, so normally you’ll be the first to be asleep

[peppertaemint]

the thoughts you discuss in your post about taemin + the sensuality being torn out of guilty are ones ive thought about a lot too.

taemin is a thirty year old man and clearly either very sexual or very interested in the theory of sex and its relationship to art. framing and presenting himself as an object of desire has literally been his primary artistic concept as a soloist. he’s doing it on purpose.

also, i think stripping his work of its intimacy and eroticism denies the intellectual aspects of guilty and demeans taemin’s art and agency as a whole. he wants guilty to be provocative. he wants to make looking at the pictures of bare his skin and wet lips feel like a dirty secret. he didn’t include an image of his underwear lying discarded on the floor just so his own fans could yell that it’s not supposed to be interpreted as something sexual.

personally, i think there’s a real provocateur hidden inside taemin but he’s constrained by the boundaries of his idol image and what he knows fans expect of him and/or will “allow” him to do. i often wonder what kind of concept he’d be doing if he wasn’t an idol.

Oh, Anon. I couldn't agree with you more. He is a provocateur, and he's made it clear he's interested in the philosophical side of sex, eroticism, and desire. If he weren't an idol... well, I think I'll keep my thoughts to myself. 😅

Georges Bataille, whose erotic philosophy influenced Guilty, had a specific interest in eroticism as a pursuit that stares death in the face, moves through it, and leads to eternity and eternality. Although Bataille is sexist and outmoded, I think aspects of his ideas are interesting, like the bit I just shared. The violence that can be a part of eroticism is evident in Guilty.

The erotic is the violent and the violating in that work, and for Bataille, that violation is what allows two separate beings to unite and find life beyond death, a way to continue. You could see Guilty as the assertion of control over the violation and violence of eroticism, a mastery of one's own religious eroticism, perhaps, because Bataille says something really interesting about religious eroticism. He says physical and emotional eroticism require chance (ie. the luck to unite with a partner) whereas religious eroticism just requires one not to be disturbed. I've said before Guilty could have masturbatory themes, and isn't that incredibly interesting?

But I guess some people are uncomfortable with all of that and need to say it's not about what Taemin said it was about, and I do think it's in part because some people are hellbent on making him some sort of victim who needs to be quarantined from certain themes, or that his perceived victimhood must transcend sexual themes because they are far beneath these fans' interpretations of his work from a moralistic viewpoint.

The thing is that, sometimes, oftentimes, Taemin is just doing an exquisite demo of getting royally fucked in his art, and therein lies the meaning. That is the entirety of the meaning, and an entire life lies within that meaning. And, to some extent, it might be his way of inviting us into his eternity.

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

hey) I'm reading a bukowski (aka harry's favourite poet is I remember correctly?) poetry collection right now and I was wondering if we as a fandom knew that because I wasn't here when the album came out so I might have missed people talking about it? so I saw he has a poem called bluebird (which is already 🤔), but then I read it and and omg he's talking about a "bluebird" living inside him and him not letting this "bluebird" out because it would ruin his career!!! (I don't have the book at hand right now sorry you should read it yourself probably my memory is shit) harry would definitely connect to it, wouldn't he, see his situation with glass closet in it and maybe that's what he's referencing when talking about a bluebird?

hey babe!! yeah we have been dabbling in bukowski, or at least i have (esp in my only angel post, a song that features bukowski writing at the beginning). i know for sure that not nearly every reference has been unearthed. i don't think it's possible to get them all tbh. i'm not an avid poetry reader, but i have to admit i like bukowski's poetry from time to time. this one, bluebird, was brought to my attention after harry's house! you can read a post here but it's just us screaming into the void jhsgfd. but now that you've sent this to me and i'm bored at work i figured i'd dive a little deeper.

There's a bluebird in my heart that Wants to get out but I'm too tough for him I say, stay in there, I'm not going To let anybody see you There's a bluebird in my heart that Wants to get out But I pour whiskey on him and inhale Cigarette smoke And the whores and the bartenders And the grocery clerks never know that He's in there

'bluebird', unclear as to what that means to the poet. but it's soft <> tough. ～"somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly," from the wizard of oz / "if i was a bluebird, i would fly to you," daylight. strong associations with the queer identity // a desire to fly away: sott, if i could fly, matilda, etc.

this paragraph is so hs1 to me. drinking, smoking, getting high, having sex, anything to think about what's truly inside of you. then i can't help but think about fine line's "we'll get the drinks in, so i get to thinking of her" where it's the other way around.

the bluebird is also real to bukowski, he's undeniably inside of him, he doesn't try to disprove that. he just hides him by keeping up a different persona, by having a hardened outer shell. // harry and his image

'i'm too tough for him' implies that it's his own choice to keep his bluebird hidden

There's a bluebird in my heart that Wants to get out but I'm too tough for him I say, Stay down, do you want to mess Me up? You want to screw up the Works? You want to blow my book sales in Europe? There's a bluebird in my heart that

the implication that if you show your true inner self, you don't sell as well. what secret about you could possibly fuck over your career? - brings the hiding of the bluebird in a new light, since this is an external motivation to change who you are

～"what if i'm down, what if i'm out? what if i'm someone you won't talk about?", falling

～"put a price on emotion, i'm looking for something to buy. you've got my devotion, but man i can hate you sometimes," fine line

～"i'm not going to get lost, i'm not going to go broke, staying cool," mfasr

Wants to get out But I'm too clever, I only let him out At night sometimes when everybody's asleep I say, I know that you're there So don't be sad Then I put him back But he's singing a little In there, I haven't quite let him die And we sleep together like that With our secret pact And it's nice enough to make a man Weep, but I don't weep, do You?

this reminds me of harry saying he feels most beautiful when he's asleep.

～"just stop your crying, it's a sign of the times"

it just fits so much of harry's art, where he pretends to be someone he's not and tries to come to terms with how people see him or how he sees himself. bukowski spent a lot of his career struggling with who he was, and same goes for harry. even though he's clearly in a more accepting era, he still battles with that split in his life - public and private.

i also think the poem's ending can be seen in a more positive light, as the poet taking control of his life and his privacy. he determines what others see of him. in this layered poem, where the poet makes it seem like he's acting of his own volition by keeping his bluebird tucked away from view, but actually lets it be known that he kind of has to, the issue of one's identity in the industry is prodded at. i think for harry, in a life where he has very little control anyway, his decision to put a giant lock on his private life is about the only one he could make. he probably could still have a personal instagram or twitter acc if he wanted to, showing non-descriptive holiday pics or whatever. he chooses not to, and this is only in recent years that he's begun to be more and more secretive. because maybe it's either all or nothing to him. either the cage is shut or the bluebird flies free

[shummashum]

Hiro Tachibana Ch3 [12~16]

folks, you shouldn't kick your friend no matter what…

why you guys I got it, Cae is always in a position of suffering

He went towards Zeus this time, and…

well they didn't kiss so it's okay I'm so glad that it's not a kiss, they didn't make yaoi jokes

er… um… well…… okay you like this sort of thing I'll take a mental note

you guys all like this? uh okay…?

anyway! thanks you two thanks to your sacrifices, we have been able to obtain valuable information! we won't forget you!! o7

yes yes I'm all ears reveal your backstory asap

this guy is crazy about naps go sleep somewhere safer you have some kind of narcolepsy or something like that?

I... thought there would be something really deep hidden there like 'so fucking deep stuff something steeped in desire blablabla' I didn't expect this at all if this is the case, then I end up being a weird person who wrote a delusion disguised as a speculation article

ah fuck if it was such a bland story, he should've reveal already I thought it was going to be really truly deep and serious because he kept it so fucking hidden aaagh so irritating I hate you you disappointed me I hate you ! ! ! you said like "I don't want to talk about it" blabla with that fucking serious vibe then I can't help but think "oh this guy has a very very deep backstory" and you you tricked me

you I won't forgive you if the climax in your route sucks

that must be the case ! ! ! the pinnacle of all creation has a big brain

okay I'll expect it as I please so it's my fault

or not relax relax maybe all these things are facade there's an even bigger secret hidden behind it tell me I'm right please I beg you?

fuck goddamn then then you should've show that it was no big deal at least I don't want to talk about it who would think it was a light matter!!1

Just then, two magic notes written by Remb for Liz and Hiro flew into the room.

I kinda don't want to cheer him on though ugh I don't know do your best~…

hm~m I think it's safe to say that this buddy is just a discarded setting though

and another lecture anyway, no matter how I think about it, our Klaus is definitely going through menopause otherwise, why would he try to start a fight every chance he get? everything is annoying to him now if it's because of hormones, I'll let it slide

even if it means committing corruption!

-Ch4 End-

[terrible-eel]

Thank you @piipaw for tagging me! Here's a game to show off your Tav, feel free to reblog and add your own or take the layout to make your own! I have a million ideas for my guy so I'm so glad I have somewhere to put a few. (Also feel free to ask me questions if you're curious, my dms are always open)

Althea|| Drow || Druid || He/it || 127

What’s your Tav’s…

Favorite weapon: Whips. When in the Underdark Althea whips were his weapon of choice. Once Althea learned how to wield magic through the Old Faith, he grew a thorny vine and nurtured it to maturity before taking a piece for his thorn whip.

Style of Combat: Althea is used to guerrilla warfare from fighting the Loth Drow, but he prefers direct confrontations, taking wildshape and eating whoever’s in front of him.

Most prized possession: He doesn’t care much for material things so he just gives everything he finds to everyone else. He does feel accomplished seeing his companions in the things he gives them though.

Deepest desire: Althea had broken away from the Underdark and traveled alone for so long that he hadn’t given it much thought until he began to get to know everyone. Now he wants to make sure his companions are free.

Guilty pleasure: He makes a terrible Druid by most Druid standards. He’s a complete hedonist and does whatever he wants,( drinks, fucks, fights etc.) feeling that following his own base nature is true worship. He doesn’t care about any gods and has no illusions about “harmony” not implying “savagery” in some ways because everything has to eat and exists on a food chain. (That being said, he hates cruelty)

Best-kept secret: His entire past is a secret. He still has family in the Underdark who chose to remain there. He’d die before revealing anything about them.

Greatest strength: Althea’s sense of fear might be a little broken. It’s not quite bravery so much as an absence of caution, which can be great in combat but might not be so good a trait in a leader.

Fatal Flaw: He falls into caretaking everyone before realizing it. He had left his responsibilities once before, thinking he’d stay independent, but now he can’t help but pick up strays and aid every person who asks, just because he feels like he can.

Favorite Smell: Amber and cloves *wink*

Favorite spell or cantrip: Wildshape. 100%. Learning that specific magic was really the first time he felt free.

Pet Peeve: Volo. The entire man.

Bad Habit: Althea doesn’t enjoy doing one thing for too long. He lacks followthrough with a lot of plans and will just think “Bored now” and find a way out of a situation if it becomes too tedious, even if it means killing someone he had built trust with.

Hidden Talent: The man could command a small army pretty successfully if needed. He has the experience. Not his proudest talent, but it’s there.

Leisure activity: Althea will gamble any chance he gets. Gold is for gambling as far as he’s concerned. Dice, cards, tests of strength. He loves watching people play games more than he cares about winning.

Favorite drink: At some point Gale makes him a cup of sipping chocolate and his life is changed forever. He lurks around when he sees Gale cooking, hoping to get another cup.

Comfort food: Any kind of roast with potatoes and carrots. He loves to eat anything he can get his hands on but roasts are nostalgic.

Favorite person: Aside from his dog and owlbear friends, he’s growing very close to Gale and maybe falling for Astarion.

Favorite display of affection, (Platonic and/or Romantic): Romantic: Althea loves directness and straightforward honesty, but Astarion’s complicated combinations of flirtations and confessions has him fixated. He wants to take Astarion stargazing and let him calm down. Platonic: Gale’s sharing of knowledge is his favorite form of friendship. He’s never bored with what Gale has to say. He wants to show Gale all the secret little magics he’s learned living in the woods. How even smaller mushrooms can reveal secrets, or how bird eggs hold life-lines like the palms of one's hands.

Fondest childhood memory: Building little forts between giant mushrooms with his siblings and pretending they had a little house together.

@basuralindo And anyone else who plays Bg3!

[chiefatticcreator]

Since Naruto and Hinata seduced Sakura, can we get them doing the same to Karui? She is underrated when it comes to porn and I would like to see them getting her to cheat on Chouji for them.

Karui loved her husband. She really did. Chouji was kind, thoughtful, did his best to understand and be there when she needed him... Really, she should not have had to complain about anything, and most days she did not, loving her husband back just as much as he loved her.

But, if she was honest with herself, if she could fully admit to her secret dark desires...

There were some days where she wondered what it was like to have a better lover. Chouji was usually adequate, but nothing more than that, and Karuin sometimes found herself daydreaming, wodner what it would be like to have someone. A man, a stud, a true male. Someone that would bend her over a chair and just fuck her like she was nothign more than a cocksock. What it would feel like to have a huge cock, a truly huge one, slam inside her, again and again and again. To feel a strogn man's hands on her as he manhadled her, as he used her body for his pleasure. How good such a fucking could feel...

Such a daydrem always left her wet and horny, needign to rub herself to orgasm before she could do anything actually useful again and focus on something else.

++++

So, when sakura found herself making very frequent visit to the Hokage office and manor, when the pink-haired kunoichi started to scream in bliss, loud enough for the entire building to hear, as Naruto fucked her, Karui grew more horny and needy. She would never act on it, of course, but she found herself listening in more intensely than before, making frequent visit to the hokage's office and listenign in on the wild fucking going on, masturbating to the mental images the noises conjured to her mind.

Shamefully, she masturbated to the Hokage fucking sasuke's wife, and found herself imagining what it would be like if she was fucked instead.

And she continued to do so, multiple times, kneeling in the hallway to naruto's office, hearing him fuck sakura, day after day, until one day she froze in panic as she heard another voice, and what the voice said.

"So, my dear husband, should we let our hidden voyeur into the actual office? It can't be comfortable to sit and finger oneself on the hard stone floor, after all."

+++++

"I.. I don't... You..."

Karui wasn't really sure what to say. The door had opened before she had time to react, and Hinata stood. Fully dressed, albeit with ehr jacket open, and her Byakugan eyes revealing how she knew of Karui's presence, and the dark-skinned redhead had been practically dragged into Naruto's office.

"You were masturbating to my husband fucking Sakura like a whore." Hinata said matter-of-factly. She didn't sound angry or frustrated but accepting instead. "Just like you did three days ago, and five days ago, and a week ago, and..."

"Yes, yes! Fine, i was doing it." Karui admitted.

All the while, her eyes hadn't left the spectacle of a fucked silly Sakura, eyes rolled, drooling, her face a pure ahegao as Naruto fucked her.

"And you want to do it again." Hinata pushed further. "And you want to be the one he fucks."

"No, I don't... I... Chouji..."

"Chouji isn't fucking you like you wish he was." Hinata gently insisted, her hand resting on Karui's thigh. "Just like sakura... except her case was a little more desperate."

"Yes... I mean, no..." Karui's mind was slow. She was not sure what to say, or how to say it, or even how she felt. It was clouded by lust, clouded by the strangeness of the situation, by her desire to be fucked, by the tentalizing glimpses of naruto's cock she was seeing. "I mean... I.. I love Chouji..."

"This isn't about love. It's about being fucked by a true stud, being fucked like a bitch in heat, being fucked by the most amazing cock in Konoha. Love has nothing to do with it."

Hinata's words made a worrying amount of sene to Karui's lust-addled brain, and she foudn herself agreeing to them.

Karui didn't love Naruto. she barely even knew him, if she was honest. she had spoken to him for maybe ten minutes total since she had met him all those years ago. So she didn't love naruto. Didn't even consider him a friend, really. Just someone she kind of knew.

"I... I guess?" Karui finally relented. "But, that's... that's still cheating. Even if I don't really care for naruto, I'm still chouji's wife..."

Even as she conjured weak words of denial, she was fingerign herself again.

And that was when Naruto fully pulled out of Sakura, revealign hsi thick, huge, virile cock. Slimy, covered in Sakura's cum and cunt juices, soaked in naruto's own cum, yet still hard. Still fully erect, still ready to fuck.

"Just one lick, then?" naruto finally spoke up. "I won't say anything, and... you can view it as just tasting somethign new. To see if you like it."

Thaat was the final push Karui needed. The final words that convinced her, the last shreds of her doubts vanished as she dove forward, practically falling on her knees to taste Naruto's cock. To lick it, to suck it, to taste it. To taste a real man's cock, to service it like it properly deserved, to worship it.

[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

I think you have some very valid points, but I'm going to be completely honest, I have a few thoughts (I'm not calling them counters, because I am NOT comfortable arguing about this):

For starters, you talk about Ganon's motives being one-note as if we are only assuming that because his motives are never shown. But... they are: literally his very first line chronologically (at least in the English dub) is "Hyrule will bow down before me". This isn't, like, doctored footage that Link is seeing, this is (as far as we know) what actually happened. Yeah, that's boring, but acting like Ganon actually just wanted to protect his people from Hyrule's iron fist doesn't ring true to me (but then again, maybe I've just been duped by this propaganda).

And about this:

And yes, even if it wasn't intentional Hyrule was always threatening to wipe out the other nations, considering the entire royal family walked around openly wearing their magical nukes as cute accessories.

The impression I got from the cutscene mentioned before is that Ganondorf was surprised to see that Rauru was carrying a secret stone with in. I'm not saying that makes wearing them openly any less disturbing, but the idea that they're doing that as a subtle threat kinda falls flat if no one knows what they are.

That said, you are absolutely right about the undertones behind the whole "repeated invitations" thing; even if Ganondorf didn't know about the stones, the Gerudo would be vastly outnumbered by Hyrule if Rauru decided to take them by force.

And incidentally, I totally get where you are coming from in seeing Zelda's distrust in him as having racist undertones (even though I would argue she has plenty of non-bigoted reasons to be alarmed by his name given her Calamity-related PTSD).

Though I will point this out; if Ganondorf didn't know about the stones before seeing Rauru wipe out his Moldugas, then him accepting the invitation wasn't done out of fear for his people, but out of a desire to get a closer look at the stones to see if they really were what he thought they were.

Basically my point is that yeah, I fucking know how the game insists everything went down. That's the entire reason I think it's imperialist propaganda, because the entire story feels like Hylian propaganda to conceal and justify some horrific atrocities that caused all of this. I literally do not believe that I'm getting the story through reliable narrators, especially considering that the only people allowed to actually tell me the story are all the characters that have the most reasons to be heavily biased in favour of Hyrule.

So... if I'm reading this right, you think we didn't actually see what happened, but instead we were shown an edited version of the past that was doctored to make Ganondorf look unsympathetic and to cover up anything sketchy that Rauru did. That's... an odd take. How would something like that even be created? Are you suggesting that Rauru (or perhaps Mineru) somehow altered the visions of the past that were hidden in the geoglyphs? I can't say whether or not that's possible, as anything is possible in a fantasy world, but I feel like if something like that were canon there would be at least SOME hint of it.

[I suppose there is the tiniest bit of precedent for it, as if the tears are Zelda's memories then how could she possibly know what Ganondorf was saying miles away from her in that same cutscene, but that's basically it.]

And actually, something else that I think is worth pointing out about this is that what little we see of Ganondorf in the present is pretty congruent with how he is portrayed in the flashbacks; he has that entire monologue about how he dislikes light and how he wants to cover Hyrule in darkness, to the point where he gives up his humanity(?) to do so. That's pretty in-line with the memory that HE SHOWS LINK AND THE SAGES about how in the past he used Sonia's stone to create a gigantic army of monsters (and the fact that he did that alone means it couldn't have been doctored by Rauru or anyone else, even if that is possible).

So yeah, I think you're right about some of the more unsettling undertones behind the flashbacks, but acting like Ganondorf was the good guy is just plain wrong.

Let me just preface this by saying everyone is allowed to have their own opinions, TOTK is a really fun game, and I'm glad that other people have been able to enjoy the story as well.

...But I'm being dead serious with my complaints about the narrative being 100% imperialist propaganda. And I'm getting really tired of people replying to those posts by saying it can't be imperialist propaganda, because imperialism is bad and the game says that Hyrule is the good guys.

Like, guys. That's not the argument you think it is. Yes, I am aware that the game tells us Ganondorf is a flat, one dimensional character with no ambitions, interests or motivations beyond destroying the entire world for the hell of it, and also it's totally not racist because he's green, not brown like literally every other member of his race. Unfortunately literally all of these things are kind of the entire goddamn problem.

See, the thing is, everyone trying to make these arguments is accepting the game at face value. Hyrule is the perfect and almighty nation chosen by the demigod Zonai, and whose royal family has the right to rule due to their divine heritage. The other races exist to serve the glory of Hyrule, and they're happy to do it. Ganondorf is pure evil and must be stopped at any costs.

But that's not how anything works. The story informing me that Hyrule is the ultimate good that has done nothing wrong is the whole goddamn reason why I don't trust Hyrule at all. There's always more of a reason than that. And the game fucking suggests there was more going on! Ganondorf mentions Rauru has repeatedly 'invited' the Gerudo to become Rauru's subjects, and let's be clear here, it doesn't matter how peaceful those 'invitations' were, when the guy who owns every single magical nuclear missile in the world repeatedly demands you surrender to him, there's always going to be an implied threat of 'do it or get magically nuked'. Just that power difference alone shows us exactly why Ganon would feel threatened enough to invade. It's because Rauru was holding a gun to his head, and Ganon was expected to just trust that he'd never pull the trigger.

And yes, even if it wasn't intentional Hyrule was always threatening to wipe out the other nations, considering the entire royal family walked around openly wearing their magical nukes as cute accessories. If they couldn't be safely hidden away, there wouldn't be four other secret stones sitting untouched in a vault until the last second.

But that's never acknowledged. Of course Hyrule is the only nation with the right to the secret stones; even if other races get to touch them, they can only have them if they swear eternal blind loyalty and servitude to the glory of King Rauru and Princess Zelda. Ganon wanting to have one magical nuclear bomb out of a stockpile of eight of them is proof that he's dangerous and evil. I mean my god, what if he just walked around all day wearing a magical nuke and using its power for his own benefit, that would be terrifying. It's only okay when Hylian royalty does it.

And you can't argue that Ganon betrayed his own people, considering we don't get to know fucking anything about his relationship with his people. He's shows as the leader of the Gerudo, we're told he's a hero to his people, he has soldiers that loyally follow him into battle... and then oh nevermind, they all hate him and will spend eternity trying to atone for sharing a race with him. How did the entire race do a complete 180 in the span of at most a few months? Who cares, what's important is that now they accept they exist to serve Hyrule so they get to be the good guys now and we don't need to know why they were following Ganondorf, or why they stopped following him.

Basically my point is that yeah, I fucking know how the game insists everything went down. That's the entire reason I think it's imperialist propaganda, because the entire story feels like Hylian propaganda to conceal and justify some horrific atrocities that caused all of this. I literally do not believe that I'm getting the story through reliable narrators, especially considering that the only people allowed to actually tell me the story are all the characters that have the most reasons to be heavily biased in favour of Hyrule.

When the game shows me protagonists that have a massive amount of power and control over the entire world, then says the bad guy doesn't like that system just because he's evil, and literally nothing and nobody in the game says anything to oppose that take, I have some questions about what the fuck the story isn't telling me. And I'd really appreciate it if people would stop trying to argue with me just by telling me to stop asking those questions.

[nessinborderland]

Devil Beside You (03)

Pairing: Gwinam x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, soft!dark

Word Count: 4.9k

Summary: You have some secrets you want to keep hidden and Gwinam happens to want a slave that is willing to obey his every command. You both so happen to live in the same home.

Warnings⚠️ Porn With Plot, Step-siblings, Manipulation, Horny Teenagers, Dubious Consent, step-siblings that hate each other, step-siblings that fuck, Toxic Relationship, they’re young and they’re dumb, Rough Kissing, Neck Kissing, Dry Humping, Blackmail, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Loss of Virginity, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Sex, Hand Jobs, Light Dom/sub, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Notes: Here is part 3! Comments and reblogs are, as always, much appreciated 💓

It's late and I'm super tired, so sorry if there are any major typos or continuation errors.

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist

You just stared at Gwinam for what felt like a long time, trying to understand exactly what he had said. He couldn’t actually be serious. You knew what the words meant, but you couldn’t consider the possibility of him actually meaning them.

“You want me to do what?”

You even forgot to lower your voice as you asked the question, the expression on your face and your tone of voice certainly doing a great job at showing how incredulous you were feeling. You doubted your parents would hear a thing – with your stepfather’s ability to sleep like a rock and your mother’s need for sleeping pills – but it was still scary to think about either of them finding you like that.

“Oh, you heard me…” the grin on his face didn’t falter as he kept petting the dog like he had just asked for something as ordinary as a glass of water. “Want to go see your little boyfriend? Then blow me.”

You closed the mouth you had opened in shock, the irony of already being on your knees not being lost to you. Gwinam wanted you to suck him off? To use your mouth on him? He couldn’t be for real. Not this time.

He had to be joking.

“Ha ha, really funny, you jerk,” you said with a snorted laugh as you moved to stand up.

The smirk on his face disappeared so fast at hearing you laugh that you were taken aback. The look he sent you left you with little doubt that what he demanded had not – in fact – been a bad joke.

“Oh, you’re serious?!”

“Yeah, I am,” he confirmed with a frown on his face, ears bright red. “What’s so fucking funny about it?”

“But I-I don’t–” you couldn’t find the words to describe how flustered you were at the moment.

You knew what a blowjob was and you knew what it involved, but everything you had done with him until now had been in the heat of the moment, something you barely considered before he made it happen anyway. It had been new and exciting and frightening all at once, but this?

This time it was both new and totally up to you.

You imagined yourself on your knees, drool sliding down your chin as you choked on his dick, his hands in your hair as he made you look at him at the same time you took him as deep as you could. He would be looking at you with eyes full of desire and mouth open in a moan, saying the filthiest things.

You shook the image out of your head as you felt a familiar warmth in your core, ignoring the wetness that was starting to form in between your thighs.

“What if I don’t wanna do it…” you said, embarrassment clear in your tone as you avoided his eyes.

He got it right about you being a virgin, but you weren’t about to tell him how inexperienced you truly were.

“C’mon, I know you wanted to touch it when we were fooling around in my room,” Gwinam retorted. “Now I’m giving you the chance to do that and more,” he shrugged, “or I can just snitch on you and watch you be miserable for the rest of the school year. Your choice.”

You thought hard about it, going back a few hours earlier to how Gwinam had touched you and how much you had wanted to touch him. Would it be that bad if you did it? You could always turn off the light, be done with it, and leave before Jihoon started calling to ask where you were.

On the bright side, you could use this as practice; you could pretend it was Jihoon in Gwinam’s place and take this opportunity to learn something that would please him in the future. Who knew, maybe you could actually give your boyfriend what he wanted tonight.

“Can I turn off the lights?”

“Nah, I wanna see your face,” the bastard didn’t even consider it, a smirk pulling at his lips as he guessed your answer. “So, do you still wanna go party? It’s getting late…”

You gulped, nodding before moving to stand up.

“Ah-ah,” he warned, shaking a finger before patting his thigh, “on your knees.”

You did as he said, hesitating a little before slowly making his way towards him, the humiliation you were feeling keeping you from looking up at the pleased smirk you knew was on his face.

Of course the bastard would be getting off at humiliating you.

You stopped when you reached his socked feet, gulping as he called your name in a sing-song voice before asking, “Do you have any idea of what you’re doing?”

You hesitated before shaking your head no, still not daring to look up at him, especially with how hot your cheeks were burning. This was probably the most embarrassing thing you had ever agreed to do, and you had agreed to a lot of humiliating things since Gwinam entered your life.

“I figured,” he sighed, “stand up.”

You looked up at him then, surprised by the sudden change; were you so inexperienced that it was a turn-off? You didn’t quite know why, but that bothered you more than you would like.

“I- I can still–”

“Nah, stand up.”

You stood up at the same time he did, trying not to cry as you realized he would most likely tell on you now, and there was nothing you could do about it. He would wake up your mom and you would have a huge fight where you would lose phone privileges and the right to leave the house except for school and you would have to hear Gwinam talk about it for as long as you lived.

Life would be hell.

“Please don’t tell my mom,” you whispered as you looked up at him with tearful eyes, trying to at least plead to the merciful side of him; if he even had one of those.

“I’m not.”

You weren’t expecting the way he cradled your cheek before leaning over to kiss you, lips moving against yours in a way that made you sigh before hesitantly kissing him back. The hand on your cheek went around to grab you by the back of the neck, his hold on your hair firm but not painful as he turned your head to deepen the kiss. His other arm was around your waist, keeping your body glued to his.

Saying that you were confused would be saying little, but you couldn’t find it in you to think much about it when Gwinam kept kissing you like that. It just felt so good – always a promise for something better – and it was only just kissing.

For now.

You whined when he pulled your hair back, forcing you to expose your throat to him before his mouth latched onto the side of your neck, making you press your legs together as he started kissing and sucking on your skin.

“Lay down,” he ordered in your ear as he pushed you back.

You hadn’t even realized you had walked closer to the sofa until you let yourself fall on top of it, Gwinam immediately following you and covering you with his body. Your arms went around his neck, pulling him closer as his lips went back to meet yours, tongue pressing against them before you let him in to taste your mouth.

Fuck, did you want him.

His growing erection was clear through his cotton pajama pants, pressing against your stomach as you felt a hand slide up your naked leg to where your short dress had crumpled up to your hips, leaving him free to grind against your panties. You barely paid it any mind when his fingers started toying with the elastic of your underwear, too busy moaning into his mouth to be aware of what was happening outside your horny state of mind.

Your mom could be in the room and you didn’t think you would notice.

“Can’t believe you’re leaving to meet him looking like this,” he said against your jaw, the jealousy in his tone not being lost to you. “You want him to fuck you on sight, don’t you?”

“Why…why do you care?” you panted, moaning when his lips started going down your neck to kiss the top of your breasts.

You looked down at him when he stopped kissing, the fire and lust in his eyes making you press your thighs together if it wasn’t for his body in between your legs. There was smudged red lipstick on his lips, and you could do nothing but stare with an open mouth as he pulled your dress and bra down to uncover a nipple before giving you a lick that made you bite your bottom lip and throw your head back.

“Why do I care?” he asked, followed by another lick. “Cause I should.”

You tried to muffle the moan that left your mouth when his fingers touched your clit over your panties at the same time he latched onto your nipple, sucking on it as he had done hours before. But now he was touching you in there, and it felt great even though there was fabric in the way.

You wanted more.

Your eyes closed as he kept pressing on your clit, thumb going up and down your slit over the now soaking wet fabric of your underwear. That mixed with his hot mouth on your tit was too much for you to stay quiet, so you forced yourself to muffle your own sounds despite how much you wanted to use your hands to grasp Gwinam’s hair.

“Could you imagine if any of our parents caught us right now?” The smile in his voice wasn’t ignored by you, and you opened your eyes to see him playfully looking up at your face, a faint blush on his cheeks and a smirk that told you he had something in mind. “Me in between your legs, you with your tits out… can you imagine the drama?”

“This isn’t funny, Gwinam,” you chastised, lightly slapping his shoulder. You moved to support yourself on your elbows before glancing at your parent’s bedroom door, apprehension in your eyes. “I-I think it’s better if we stopped…”

“Stopping?!” he chuckled, giving one last kiss to your breast before going down your body, eyes never leaving yours. “We’ve only just begun.”

You could only stare as he put himself in between your legs, giving you a wink before you felt his hands start sliding your underwear down your legs. He licked his lips as he looked down at you, and you felt yourself get even more flustered as he pressed your rolled-up panties to his nose, giving a long sniff without ever breaking eye contact with your wide stare.

“You smell fucking delicious,” he sighed, more to himself than to you. “I bet you taste amazing too.”

“W-Wait, what are you–”

Your words were interrupted by Gwinam’s warm breath on your hot pussy, making you clench around nothing as he slowly licked you from ass to clit before starting to suck on your sensitive bud.

Fuck, did that feel good.

Your body shuddered and your back arched as you let out a loud moan, your legs squeezing his head as you subconsciously tried to close them. It felt like electricity all over your body, a type of fire that you wanted to be consumed in.

It felt like heaven and hell, all wrapped up in one wet, hot, and mind-blowing experience.

And you wanted more.

You hesitantly started fondling your own tits, playing with your nipples the same way Gwinam had done before. It added to the sensation of him lapping at your cunt, the way his moans vibrated through you almost making you beg for more.

“Please… please…”

“Please what?” He raised his head to look at you, still smudged red lips now covered in a sheen of your own juices.

It turned you on even more.

“I want–”

You threw your head back in a moan as he surprised you by sliding two fingers inside your cunt, stretching and filling you in ways you had never experienced before.

“Look at this tight pussy, sucking my fingers in like that…” he looked at your core with fascination, tongue poking at the corner of his mouth as he started moving his fingers in and out of you. “Fuck, I bet you’ll squeeze my cock like you wanna milk me dry.”

You had never felt so hot in your life as you were when you listened to the squelching sounds of your arousal as your stepbrother finger fucked you on your parent’s couch. It ashamed you as much as it turned you on, but you couldn’t be bothered to worry about shame when you felt your orgasm so close.

His fingers and mouth on you, his arm over your stomach keeping you from moving your hips away, your palms as you squeezed your tits the best way you knew how… all of that right there in your family’s living room. And it felt so good.

And then it stopped.

You just stared at him with wide eyes as you saw him sit up in between your legs, the sensation of your building orgasm dissipating.

“Wanna come?” He asked as he sucked his fingers clean off of you. “Then suck me off.”

You only stared as he stood up before sitting by your head, the clear tent in his pants now looking more intimidating than ever.

“C’mon, just do what I did…” he reassured you with a low moan as he palmed his erection. “Just be gentle, no teeth, and make sure you make it wet.”

You rolled over to lay on your stomach, moaning softly as your dripping pussy complained at being ignored after so much pleasurable attention.

You were so horny your mouth actually watered as you touched him over his pants, almost smiling at the way he reacted. A light squeeze made him moan and thrust his hips up, his hand going over yours before you could do it again.

Without saying a word, he guided your hand inside his underwear, and you felt the way his dick jolted as you hesitantly grabbed it, his hand still around yours before he made you uncover it.

It was way warmer and longer than you expected, the skin soft and tight as it stood up, the head shiny with precum. You only stared as you gave it an experimental pump, not daring to meet Gwinam’s eyes as you did it.

“That’s right, gentle,” he said before you felt his hand on your hair, petting you. “Give it a lick.”

You didn’t even hesitate as you did what he said, flatting your tongue against the side of his cock and giving it a lick from shaft to tip. He tasted clean and a little salty, like licking the back of your hand would taste. You liked it.

He shuddered and moaned as you licked him again, and the hand on your hair tightened slightly.

“Good girl,” his words of praise made you send him a shy smile, happy with yourself, “now suck it.”

In any other situation his words would have pissed you off, but not now. Not when you could still remember his touch in between your thighs, his tongue on your pussy, the way he twitched as you held his dick and tasted him.

You gave him one last look before you moved so your face would be right above his cock. Your hand kept moving up and down his shaft as you opened your mouth and put your lips around the tip, giving a light suck that made him thrust his hips up.

You took even more of him in your mouth, remembering to make it as wet as you could and make sure your teeth weren’t touching him. The way your jaw opened so you could take him in your mouth bordered on uncomfortable, but you still did it, enjoying the way he reacted to your touch.

He was hot and hard and soft all at once, and you surprised yourself with how much you enjoyed having him like this, moaning because of something you were doing.

Gwinam was fucking your mouth before you realized it, his thrusts going in sync with the way you bobbed your head up and down his cock, taking more of him a little at a time. You tried not to choke, breathing through your nose like you had read somewhere on the internet. A moan from you made him twitch in your mouth, the feeling of him heavy and hot on your tongue only making you want to suck him harder.

The hand on your hair was now on your back, sliding further down before you felt it squeeze an ass cheek, making you whimper and move your hips, wishing his fingers were inside you again.

Your legs shook as you opened them wider, and soon you felt Gwinam’s long fingers sliding up and down your drenched slit before pushing in as far as they could go.

You moaned around his dick again, the sound of your joined panting breaths mixing with the wet sounds of your arousal and your sucking.

“Fuck, you’re still so wet,” he grunted as you squeezed around his fingers. “I wanna fuck you.”

Do it!

You wanted him to fuck you. You wanted him in you, desperately, screw the consequences. You wanted him now.

You released his cock with a pop, not even caring to wipe off the drool sliding down your chin as you straddled him the best you could before smashing your lips on his.

He grunted against your mouth, kissing you back just as hard, hands kneading your ass as you felt his length slide in-between your folds, the wetness almost making it slip inside you.

“Let me put it in,” Gwinam begged against your lips, voice shaking. “P-Please… I promise I’ll be good to you.”

You often thought about how you would lose your virginity. The romantic side of you always imagined it would be like in the movies and romantic novels, in a king-size bed sprinkled with rose petals. He would be handsome and loving and yours, and it would be an experience that you would treasure for the rest of your life.

The reality couldn’t be further from the fantasy.

Gwinam was handsome, but he wasn’t loving or gentle, and he definitely wasn’t yours. The bed wasn’t a bed and there were no roses, no mood lighting, no romantic nothing.

It was just you and your stepbrother, both hot, messy, and sweaty, mere meters away from your parent’s bedroom door.

Feeling his cock throbbing inside you as he pushed deeper into your pussy had to be the most pleasurable and weird sensation you had ever experienced. The way it stretched you, pulsing against your velvety walls as you clenched around him… you weren’t sure if you wanted him to pull out or never leave.

But you sure as hell wanted him to move, the fire in your core making your legs shake as you started moving up and down his shaft.

You went slow at first, muffling your whimpers against his neck as he moaned in your ear, strong hands on your hips stopping you from moving farther before he guided you back down. His lips on your neck and his words of praise as you rode him only added to the pleasure of knowing that you were the one doing this to him.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come in seconds if you keep clenching around me like that…”

You barely registered his words, too focused on finding the right rhythm and position that would make his tip press against that good place inside you.

You were soon a moaning and panting mess, the sound of skin slapping against skin sounding even louder in the late night. Still, you couldn’t be bothered if anyone found you right now. It wasn’t even something that crossed your mind when you were being fucked by Gwinam like that, bouncing on his cock and kissing his mouth like you wouldn’t go back to hating him and wishing he was gone the next day.

None of that mattered when you finally came, tired legs giving up as you let out a small muffled scream and your whole body twitched as your pussy clenched around his cock.

He moaned with you, never pulling out even when he moved you to lay on your back, now in full control as he held your legs apart by the back of your knees, fucking you at a fast pace. You could do nothing but moan, body like jelly moving every time his hips slapped against the back of your thighs.

You enjoyed the ride as you still basked in your post-orgasm glow, the burning in your newly used cunt only adding to the pleasure of having him inside you, throbbing and filling you up at every thrust.

“You’re so warm,” he panted, lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “you feel so good.”

He swallowed your moans with a sudden kiss, and you closed your eyes as you enjoyed the sensations of having him like this.

His body was impossibly warm against yours, his panting breath against your neck slightly tickling you as he went back to kissing your skin. He smelled nice, something that was his and yours all mixed with the new smell of sex. You liked it, you realized; you liked having him this close.

You couldn’t think clearly, almost feeling like you were dreaming as you felt Gwinam jerk and twitch, eyes shut and mouth open in a guttural moan before he laid on top of you, his weight surprisingly comforting as you both regained your breaths.

It was seconds after - when you felt him pull out and a rush of warmth leaking out of you - that you realized exactly what you had done.

“Oh no.”

You pushed a surprised Gwinam away before standing up and running to the bathroom, locking yourself in before he could follow you. You stared at the mirror with wide eyes as you took in your disheveled state.

Your makeup was all blurred, especially your nonexistent red lipstick on your now swollen lips. Your hair was a mess and your dress was all crumpled, barely covering your cunt, both of your tits still uncovered. You shuddered as you touched in-between your thighs, staring at your cum covered fingers.

“What have you done?” you asked your reflection, panic growing in your chest.

Tears were sliding down your cheeks before you could even realize you were crying, nausea making you kneel beside the toilet as you cursed at yourself.

You had been so incredibly stupid.

Not only had you let him fuck you, but you had also let him fuck you without protection. You were so ashamed of yourself that you couldn’t even find space to be mad at him. You had let it happen, you had made it happen.

A knock on the door made you jump and muffle a sob with your hand.

“Go away, you asshole,” you said, trying not to say it too loudly as you started undressing. You desperately needed a shower.

“Why are you freaking out, you’re fine,” he said in a gentle tone, faint annoyance behind it as he tried to open the door with no success. “Y/n, open the damn door.”

“N-No, go away,” you repeated, “I don’t wanna see you again.”

Silence followed, and you let yourself cry as much as you wanted as you turned on the shower and waited for the water to get warm.

You had been so incredibly stupid; you deserved every bad thing that happened to you after tonight.

The click of the door opening made you freeze, and you braced your naked body as you turned to see Gwinam getting in before closing the door behind him, a key in hand.

“How did you–”

“Dad has a spare,” he said with a shrug before getting close to you and cradling your face, serious eyes on your tearful ones. “You’re hurting anywhere?”

“N-No…” you said as you pushed his hands away and grabbed your towel to hide your body. Not like it mattered much now. “We shouldn’t have done this…”

“Why not?” he sounded slightly offended. “If you’re mad I didn’t use a condom, that’s fine, I’ll just get you a plan b or something. It’s not like I’m trying to knock you up.”

“But I–”

A knock on the door made you both freeze, and for a moment you just stopped breathing as you heard your mom’s drowsy voice on the other side of the door.

“Is everything okay in there, honey? It’s so late, what’re you doing up?”

You looked at Gwinam in a panic, unsure of what to do; if she found out what you had just done you might as well be dead. You rushed to put your dress back on as you tried to come up with an excuse, Gwinam beside you mouthing things you weren’t even focusing on.

“I-I’m okay, mom, just uh- feeling a little sick,” you lied, hoping she would believe it and go back to bed.

“How sick?” her voice sounded more alert now, and you cursed under your breath as you saw the doorknob jiggle. Of course that saying you were sick would only make her worried. “Do you need my help?”

“Shit,” you heard Gwinam whisper under his breath before you saw him take off his sweatshirt. “Put this on.”

“Uh uh, no mom, I’m okay!” you said as you did what he said, putting on his sweatshirt over your dress. “Now what?” You whispered to him in a frantic tone as he scrubbed the lipstick off your skin with his thumb.

“Now you go outside and tell your mom what she wants to her,” he whispered back as he pushed you towards the door. “Keep her in your room while I clean up.”

“Y/N, what–”

You opened the door before she could finish her sentence, barely allowing her to look inside before you turned off the lights and left the bathroom, groaning as you closed the door before leaning against the door frame.

“What’s going on?” your mom asked as she pressed a palm against your forehead. “You’re very warm, are you sure you’re okay?

“Yeah, don’t worry, mom, it’s just a headache,” you said, faking a yawn as you walked into your room, hoping she wouldn’t notice the clothes you had on weren’t yours (and your lack of underwear). As expected, your mom followed but stayed by the door, a drowsy expression still on her face.

“Want me to get you something?”

You shook your head, trying not to look over her shoulder as you noticed the bathroom door open before a shadow melted into the dark hallway.

“Hm, thank you, mom, but it’s okay,” you smiled, “I’ll be fine after I get some sleep.”

“Okay…” you saw her hesitate for a moment, gulping while you waited for the inevitable moment she would realize that something was wrong. But then she yawned and nodded. “Goodnight, then, I’ll be in bed if you need me.”

Thank god for strong sleep medication.

“Goodnight, mom.”

You let out a huge sigh of relief as you heard your mom retrieve to her room, only looking out into the corridor when you heard her bedroom door close shut. You half expected her to cross paths with Gwinam, but he had been as fast as you hoped he was.

The devil in question was peaking his head out of his own bedroom at the same time you did, and your eyes locked for a moment before all your anger and shame came back.

“You ass–”

He pulled you with him into your room before you could finish cursing him out, closing the door behind him before pushing you to sit on the bed.

“Before you tell me to go fuck myself, I want you to remember we just did that, so shut up and listen.”

You gasped, standing up to slap his chest and hiss in his face, “Don’t say that!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” he shrugged before throwing something vibrating on the mattress beside you. “Tell your boyfriend you aren’t going.”

“Oh my god, Jihoon!” you exclaimed as you rushed to grab your phone, hesitating as your finger hovered over the green icon.

You had totally forgotten about him. What would he think and do once he knew about this? Not that anyone could know, but what were you supposed to do in these circumstances? You couldn’t possibly go out to meet him after what had happened just minutes ago between you and your stepbrother.

No one can know.

“What do I do?” you asked no one in specific, tears in your eyes. “What have we done?” this time you looked directly at Gwinam.

You spent a moment looking into each other’s eyes, the emotions in his too confusing for you to understand in your current state of mind. Right now, all you wanted was for him to fix this.

“Give me your phone,” he commanded with an extended hand.

You handed him the still vibrating phone, watching as he answered it before pressing it against his ear.

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?” you cringed at hearing Jihoon’s voice, nervous at how annoyed he sounded. “I’ve been waiting-”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Gwinam spoke, eyes on you. “It’s late and she has me to keep her busy.”

“What the hell? Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m- I’m her older brother,” he said after a moment’s hesitation. “And you’re the guy that will stop talking to her before I make your life hell.”

Chapter 4 ->

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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??

Updated 07/04/21 ✨ = Just Added

To be added please tag me in your future works!

Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...

If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3

Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader – A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.

Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)

Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)

Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)

Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)

Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)

Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.

Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”

Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.

All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.

Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.

Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)

✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader

✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.

✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!

Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.

my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.

Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader

Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)

I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.

Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.

Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.

Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress

A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*

The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader

off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*

What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.

Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!

These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.

Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.

AO3 Website Reccomendations

Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.

Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.

Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.

off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.

Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!

Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.

The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.

Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.

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NSFW Alphabet: Cecil Dennis

MINORS DNI; THIS IS EXPLICIT WORK. 18+ ONLY

This wasn’t requested, but I wanted to do it so I did😁 These are just my personal thoughts; if you disagree or want to expand on them please feel free to do so! I would love to see y’all’s thoughts.

Gender neutral reader; mention of dick can be taken to mean a strap-on or an actual penis. Mentions of bdsm throughout.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cecil loves to snuggle after sex. He's very touchy feely, and will wrap his arms around you or have some part of him touching you while you two take a shower (because he usually works up quite the sweat). If he doesn't fall asleep first, he usually gets really hungry and wants to eat lol

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his good hand Probaby his smile? He knows he's pretty good-looking, and people have complimented him before on his smile. His favorite part of your body is your waist and hips! It doesn't matter if you're fat or skinny, he loves wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your tummy, or resting his hand on your hip as you two walk, or throwing his arm over you as he sleeps.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cecil doesn’t mind being covered in cum (I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a bukkake fantasy), and he enjoys cumming in you, but his favorite thing is tasting you. He will also lose his entire mind if you let him cum in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There's not much Cecil keeps hidden from you. Once you start dating, he's an open book when it comes to his wants and desires. However, the idea of a threesome/foursome/moresome has always appealed to him, as well as other forms of non monogamy, He's always been too embarrassed to bring it up, worried that you'll think you're not enough for him when nothing could be further from the truth. He just has a lot of love to give.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Cecil has certainly had a lot of sex, but he's not particularly good at it. His instinct is to go rough and quick. He doesn't have a lot of confidence in himself either. At least not to begin with. But he's a fast learner. Eager, too. You only have to show him a few times how you like it before he fucking dedicates himself to the task.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

If you’re fucking him? Bent over something like a table or the counter. Bonus points if you have a hand in his hair. That way he can just lay there and take it like the good boy he is :). Otherwise, he loves anything that’s face to face with you, so he can kiss all over you and watch your face as he makes you feel good.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be very goofy! Sometimes without even meaning to lol. He can be hard on himself though if he feels he’s ruined the moment. Once he starts seeing sex as an experience, as something to be enjoyed together and intimate, he gets nervous that he isn’t “doing it right”. So he rarely cracks jokes unless you do first.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

If he wasn’t with you, he wouldn’t do anything down there. Cecil isn’t usually much one for…grooming. But honestly whatever you’re into, he’s happy to do. Probably wouldn’t be super into being waxed though, unless you were next to him holding his hand 🥺

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I’m mentioned before, Cecil is used to quick, impersonal fucks for the most part. So at first he’s not intimate at all. But as time goes on, he really starts leaning into the romantic aspect. He just loves you so much, and he wants to show you in any way he can. He’s always telling you how much he loves you, how much he loves what you’re doing to him, and can spend hours just worshiping your body.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanons)

Honestly I don’t think Cecil masturbates that often. Most of the time it’s when he’s high, laying on the couch or in bed and touching himself languidly. Occasionally when he feels the urge he’ll jerk off into his fist in the bathroom. He always puts a hand over his mouth, even if no one is home. It’s just habit by now, and it gives him a little thrill, like he’s doing something he’s not supposed to.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cecil is SO kinky. He’s also very adventurous, and is willing to try almost anything. Overstim is a big one, especially because he's so sensitive. He likes an edge of pain with his pleasure, not full-on masochism but definitely into things like impact play, cbt, edging, and the like. He prefers you being in control, and gets off on feeling helpless even though he knows you would never really hurt him. Shotgunning really turns him on too, but because it can sometimes exacerbate when he’s having a difficult time mentally, it’s not a kink you indulge in too much.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere babes. He doesn’t really have a preference.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you play with his hair!!!! he will want to smooch immediately!!! He also can get really wound up by dirty talk. Hearing what you’re going to do to him, or him telling you what he’s going to do to you, will really get him going. Sometimes he’s also just overcome with how much he loves you and that will turn him on too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not into dumbification or degradation. A bit of humiliation? Sure! But he doesn't like to be made to feel stupid, or useless.

Being dominant isn’t his thing either. He’ll top if it’s like, a service top situation, but he prefers to be submissive and on bottom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Cecil freaking loves oral. He loves giving it, he loves receiving it; he loves everything about it. Face fucking is definitely a kink of his. Throat training too- he used to have a sensitive gag reflex but now he’s so proud of how far he can take a dick. 

If you let him, Cecil will happily spend forever between your legs, drawing out orgasms and getting drunk on the taste of you. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It can be hard for Cecil to slow down. He can’t help it; everything just feels so good. Even though they can be frustrating, he likes that restraints force him to slow down and savor the moment, because otherwise he can get too in his own head chasing sensations. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Most of his experience with sex until meeting you has been quickies. He certainly doesn't mind them, loving any chance to be intimate with you, but he prefers longer, more intimate fucks, ones that have him sweaty and seeing stars by the end.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s definitely willing to experiment! And probably a little too open to taking risks lmao. I think he would want to try some harder, more dangerous kinks that just wouldn’t be a great idea for him to try. It’s likely that you’d be the one reigning him in in the relationship, reminding him that yes of course you can have fun, but it’s important to be smart about it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Because Cecil is so sensitive, it really doesn't take much to make him cum. His recovery time is crazy fast though. He can go for several rounds before fully stopping. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Cecil loooves toys. Loves them on himself, loves using them on you. He likes the variety of sensations they can bring, and some of them are just so pretty!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This sweet boy gets way too excited to be able to fully tease you. He’d try, but then you just look so delicious and he wants to skip right to the main course! It’s much better if you tease him, because his impatience gets turned into you dominating him which he is very into. He’s even pretty into you using his natural impatience against him, making him cry because you keep edging him or setting tasks you know he’ll fail so you can give him a punishment.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh he's loud. Talkative too. At first he's a little embarrassed about his noises and tries to hold them in, but once you assure him it's okay he's a begging, moaning, whining mess at your touch.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He talks in his sleep. Not very loud, just little mumbles into the pillow every now and again. And the things he says make absolutely no sense.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Though not buff by any means, Cecil is surprisingly fit for someone who drinks, smokes, and eats as much as he does. He’s got a bit of muscle definition particularly in his arms, and a little chub on his tummy. Naturally hairless on his chest, but can be pretty hairy elsewhere if he doesn’t do anything with it (like a certain someone). And yes he has a little patch of hair on the small of his back like Oscar, thank you for asking.

Dick-wise, he’s pretty average. Not very long, not very thick, but certainly very sensitive.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Being horny is one of Cecil’s base states (the other three being Sleepy, Hungry, and Confused). Even when you’re not having sex he’s very touchy. He’s okay if you can’t keep up with his voracious appetite though. Make him dry hump a pillow or touch himself while you tell him how pretty he looks and he’s a happy man. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

We begin how we end lol. If his stomach doesn’t overrule him, Cecil is usually nodding off pretty quickly after you two are done. He’s even fallen asleep in the shower once. Of course, he tries to keep his eyes open and make sure you’re well taken care of, even if every other word is punctuated with a yawn.