#the way she KNELT. at his FEET. 🥴🥴🥴
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so so SO incredibly fucked up over the fact that i was able to WITNESS john training amanda to carry on his legacy. and the way she struggled with it! the way she identified with gabriela (as a recent victim and former drug addict herself !!), the way she so clearly teetered on the precipice, but ultimately there is no moral quandary, no external force, NOTHING that could EVER get in the way of her love and devotion to john and that is just so incredibLY !!!!!!!!!!!
#i finally watched saw x and now it’s everyone’s problem#it was so!!!!!!!!!!!!! djskwoejwjSKDKDISBS#the way she KNELT. at his FEET. 🥴🥴🥴#I thrashed in my seat#I yelled at the screen multiple times#I have like 10 new fic ideas rip my wips#such an amazing thing to witness unfold canonically like chefs fucking kiss to the writers#it was so shippy and so choice and they both looked so. FUCKING. good!!!!#otp otp otp#amanda x john#saw x#saw x spoilers#it’s been out for 2 months but just in case
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Before Corryn was even a twinkle in his father’s eye, and before Corryn’s father was even a twinkle in his father’s eye, there was another Dragonborn. Lesser known, but to those who did know, a force to be reckoned with.
His name was Morvandruil, otherwise known as the Viper of Valenwood. Viper, for those ‘fangs’ were either in reference to the two silver swords he wielded, or in a more literal sense - this Dragonborn was a master vampire and ruthless with stealth attacks and ambushes, with the help of his rather motley wild hunt.
There’s not much written about him, only that he was alive during 3E, and… well, nothing short of a love story, really. Morvandruil was lightning death with a sword, a brute, some even said he was a cannibal. But he fell in love, and fell hard.
He pledged his swords to a young woman: all three of them (🥴). He vowed that he would be her slave, that he would crawl on his hands and knees across the surface of the sun for a chance to have her love him back. Her one condition was that he ceased to feed on others, and to only feed upon her.
She fed him, and he did whatever she asked of him. He bathed her, combed her hair, kissed every square inch of her skin every evening. He was supposedly incredibly beautiful - in a wind-chafed, wild and undead way - and, according to the raunchy old book, a rather good lover.
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“A stablehand’s voyeuristic nature had gotten out of hand, one night, and initially he had thought the Lady’s cries to be ones of pain. Gazing through the crack in the door, he was quickly corrected. The Lord was doing something with his hands, then his mouth. The blood had frightened him, the Lady’s thighs drenched although bitten so lovingly, and she appeared to be practically reeling from the combined pain and pleasure, the Lord’s head of wild and curly, slate-coloured hair now situating itself at the halfway point between those bleeding love bites… and the Lady screamed, grasping him by the hair as he snarled against her, arms wrapped around her from beneath, his hands almost large enough to encompass her entire waist as he knelt on the floor, her feet barely even touching the wood as he held her up, his tongue writhing around inside her like an adder, pointed nose pressed to her budding rose.”
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🙈 not me finally getting back to another chapter. It’s been so long I feel like.
So let’s get into it and see what captain douche has up his sleeve now.
The next three days went by pretty smoothly - for me and the rest of the gang. The not-so-happy couple however, seemed to get more and more irritated with each other with each night they had to share a bed.
As they should…KARMA!!!!
“It’s a matter of showing that you care, Chris!” She had yelled, waving her hands around. “You humiliate me when you pull shit like this in front of your friends.”
We have no time for toxic girlfriends. BYE BITCH
“After the trip,” I assured her, even though I didn’t like to gossip. “There’s no way he’s traveling back home with her when they’re already broken up. Chris is smarter than that.”
Now this babe could work in your favour here love. It’s amazing 🤩, so I encourage this break-up
“Chris? What are you…?” I didn’t even get to finish my thought because he was on me in a second, one hand on my ass and the other on the back of my head, lips moving with mine until he could bury his tongue inside my mouth and taste me.
HE NEEDS A FRUSTRATION FUCK AND GUESS WHAT: TAG YOU’RE IT!!!
“Yeah, but her pussy isn’t as sweet as yours,” was all he offered as explanation, and as much as I’d always considered myself better than this, I just couldn’t fight it. When Chris pushed me against the bed and immediately knelt between my legs, I spread them as wide as I could, reveling in the feeling of his beard against my inner thigh.
HE’S CRAVING HER PUSSY NOW! EYREEEEEEEEEEE I CAN’T WITH THIS DUDE 😩. I want him, he’s going to break my heart multiple times, I just know it, but you have me craving a fuckboy and I can’t 😭
“Hey, stop that,” he spanked the inside of my thighs, making me cry out in excitement. I had never known I was such a sucker for pain in the bedroom before Chris started to fuck me. “I don’t care if she hears,” he informed me as if it was no big deal.
👀 he doesn’t. YIKES!!!! I WANT HIM EVEN MORE.
“You’re always so wet, fuck!” He complimented, hypnotized by the sight of my cunt overflowing for him. He licked his own lips, chasing away my taste before continuously diving in and sucking on my clit before pulling away to stare at it once more, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”
🥴 I can’t, the thought of it alone has me ruined completely.
“I sure as hell ain’t talking to you. Lay back and let me get my fill.” That night, I learned that his “fill” was way more orgasms than I considered myself capable of having. After he had me cumming on his tongue at least two times, he got up to his feet and manhandled me to my stomach, patting my ass before his hands went to his jeans.
HE WANTS TO RUIN YOU AND MAKE YOU SCREAM WHILE YOU CREAM BABY! BUCKLE UP AND ENJOY THE RIDE
“Fuck, yes!” He shouted, fingers holding me as tightly as I was doing to the headboard I kept squeezing. “Your pussy is so much better.”
*heavy breathing and internal screaming* my praise kink can’t handle this AT ALL 😵💫🤤
“You really do get me,” he chuckled, pulling me by my hips so I’d meet him halfway on each thrust, fucking me back on his cock. “But can you really blame me? Look at this ass…” And then his hands were palming me, stopping the ripples my cheeks had been experiencing as they slapped his lower stomach when he bottomed out inside of me.
Appreciating the body as he should.
His threat sent a jolt of electricity straight down my clit, but when I tried to rub it to keep it going, he slapped my hand away. “I mean it, darling. Better start begging if you want to cum any time soon.”
Note to self: no giggling to piss off the fuckboy, unless you want to be edged.
Breathless, I reached back for his hair so I’d keep his face pressed to my shoulder, mind swirling with the feeling of his mouth sucking bruises, laying kisses, pressing bite marks and then licking over it as he waited for me to break.
My mind aimlessly wondering away and skipping along the thoughts and feels of these gorgeous words.
His hips sped up, my moans becoming screams of ecstasy as I bunched up the sheets on the bed and still rode up the mattress each time his navel met my ass.
The pace we love and pace we adore, what a man. So dreamy and perfect, well, almost.
For as much trouble as this would get me tomorrow, I couldn’t deny it aroused the hell out of me to know he had fucked me raw despite being in a relationship with another woman.
YOU WORKED THE INFAMOUS LINE INTO THIS. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
Turns out this wasn’t a concern to Chris because when I opened the front door with my duffel bag in my hands to find the rest of the gang already gathered around the cars - including his girlfriend - he stepped out with me, shocking me when he covered the back of my neck with his hand and used his hold to pull me to meet his lips.
IT WAS HIS PLAN ALL ALONG!!! THE FUCKING ASSHOLE, EYRE CAN I KILL HIM? PLEASE ALLOW ME TO KILL HIM?
The burning, acidic feeling of shame and embarrassment corroded the walls of my stomach where butterflies once flew, but I tried to control my breathing by reminding myself I wasn’t the one who owed loyalty to Julie. Chris was the one who had broken the girl’s trust, even though I’d been a willing accomplice.
Oh my poor sweetheart. I don’t want her to fall for him. But it’s already happening and we can’t go back now 😩. He’s put her inbetween something that wasn’t her fight to begin with.
Seriously Eyre most chapters have ended with captain douche pulling a fuckboy move. I don’t know how you did it, but absolutely well done.
fuckboy - chapter viii
The one where Chris only wanted to fuck you and you were alright with that.
Chris never promised anything more than what he had to offer: a release - and a good one at that. Recently widowed and new to Hollywood, you’re eager to learn how to live the single life with the help of such a talented teacher. What happens when Chris is the one to start expecting more from the relationship than you are prepared to offer?
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Y/N’s P.O.V.
The next three days went by pretty smoothly - for me and the rest of the gang. The not-so-happy couple however, seemed to get more and more irritated with each other with each night they had to share a bed.
“Do you think they’ll break up before or after the trip?” Brie whispered in my ear at some point, when Julie started screaming at Chris for not offering her a beer despite the fact that she hated the drink.
“It’s a matter of showing that you care, Chris!” She had yelled, waving her hands around. “You humiliate me when you pull shit like this in front of your friends.”
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