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svtskneecaps · 6 months ago
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friends and fiends if this truly spells the Over for the qsmp i may let the brainworms that have been festering in me for MONTHS--A YEAR, EVEN--win.
i may summarize the goddamn fucking lore.
#i CANNOT make an 8 hour summary i CAN'T i SHOULD NOT that is SO MUCH CONTENT#and i still only speak like 2/4 qsmp languages MAYBE 2.5/4 if we're REALLY stretching it#but GODDAMNIT I'M DOING SOME CURSORY RESEARCH ANYWAY BC I WANNA WRITE THAT FUCKING TIME LOOP#qsmp#maybe just the fed lore. haha. eye twitches. maybe just the iverall server lore. maybe i'll even bother caring about the qsmp livestreams.#haha. eye twitch. fucking. eye twitch.#solo lore is B E Y O N D me but MAYBE shit that affected Most or All lore i could do#like code lore and shit. obv it knots in with other lore but FUCK IT WHATEVER#AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i'm not even gonna worry about it#yknow what. not even gonna worry about it. i gotta do the research first 🤪 whatever bro#if the research gets done i'll think about alllllllllllll the rest of this but this is a YEAR OF CONTENT#mother FUCKER dude it's not possible there's no way#this is a year with like 80 hours of streams per DAYYY at peak who could do this#who could. no wonder no one could keep up. no wonder i had to LIVE in the tag to keep up#good lord GOD i shouldn't do this. i'm not committing. god i want to though. god i shouldn't.#shut up vic#block game brainrot#HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA#WHATEVER HAHAHAHA WHATEVER AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA#i will beat this storyline into SUBMISSION i will beat it to DEATH i will FORCE IT TO MAKE SENSE#I WILL PRUNE IT LIKE THE WORLDS WORST BONSAI I SWEAR TO GOD#i'm unhinged i can't i have so wanted to do this but i swore to myself i wouldn't#bc i know i'll go insane and i know it will take FUCKING YEARS and there is no fucking way i'll see it to the end#but goddddddddddddddd i want to i SO FUCKING WANT TO#listen. if there's no more lore. i may summarize the fucking lore. someone will beat me to it 100% bc i take fucking a million years#but people are suckers for long video essays and summaries IT'S ME I'M PEOPLE#anyway if you got this far and have the screenshot of mariana messaging slime to tell him their daughter is dead please send it#i can't find it via google and i don't have twitter and i know it was posted there at some point :(#i want it :( i want to throw it back in slime's face in the time loop because repetition is fun and heartbreaking >:D
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cerealmonster15 · 3 months ago
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🥞👑🎡 - Pick an OC. Or pick multiple~!
WAHOO YAY!!!
🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?
yale likes fish and apples at any time of day. perhaps he'd be a salmon + bagel + cream cheese + apples on the side kind of guy 😌
👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?
orion spends a lot of his time weaving his way in and out of people's lives and relationships. i think he wants those he crosses paths with to remember him as the alluring, mysterious, and powerful entity he is lol. leaving people in his wake with thoughts of confusion and longing, or the BETRAYAL of his last second reveals before he vanishes lol ✨
🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?
hmmm i think most of my characters would think that's fun or cute! but maybe dañarte thinks it's stupid and cliche but will keep that a secret to go along with whatever the other person's doing, because he's Trying To Keep Up A Facade lol. or maybe he's secretly afraid of heights. i need to humble that bitch one way or another. we'll see 🤔
[prompt post!]
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deus-ex-mona · 8 months ago
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l e t m e i n ! ! !
#d a m m i t d to the h to the l whyyyyy did you have to increase the shipping cost by 20 bucks the literal day before the preorders shipped—#thanks to that it only shipped today auuuuuuuuuaughdjejdjdjdhd#wdymmmmmmm the package is still in the same place from 4 hours agoooooooo#auauaaaauauaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i want in s o b a d l y#s o bs the only song jp twt is talking about is last stage#i don’t care about last stage (for now) i want m e o t o ! ! !#s. s o b s. unless a surprise mv drops ig im gonna have to wait till 12am for the midnight release… 7 hours to go…#ig i’ll just skip a few hundred times and do some pushups while i wait… im lich rally bouncing off the walls here i cant even auauauauaaaaaa#this. seriously hasn’t been a good couple of weeks for online purchases for me…#first my local shipment for [insert item] was delayed bc of last week’s oddly rainy weather#and t h e n that item was apparently mislabelled and locked in shipment purgatory for the weekend (sadge)#it only arrived yesterday (sadded) though ig i should be glad it even arrived at all#and nowwwwwww. this happens. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh#idk there’s so many other things i’ve been meaning to do while i wait for the cd but. i just. can’t#this sucks i wanna be marginally more productive too heyyyyyyyyyy#i wonder how long meoto is though… hopefully between 3-5 minutes…#if the song’s like. m. ilgram t2-length im gonna cry#but ymk said that it’s her favourite song on the album so it should be good!!!! right??!!!!!!!!#ausgshhssh he l p i should really go back to. like. cleaning idol sengen pages instead or sth.#see you in a few hours for meoto tl/if they decide to drop a sudden mv or sth idk
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pocketramblr · 2 years ago
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AU where Hatsume gets called out for humiliating Iida and making him out to be pathetic on live television during an event that would have a major effect on the rest of his life.
So... I don't love Hatsume, as a character. Don't even really like her, there's other support characters I like way more and the boob jokes or making uraraka jealous is really annoying. But I also don't love character bashing, which this ask smacks of, so let's consider a few other things.
"au where Todoroki gets called out for humiliating Sero and making him out to be useless on a live television even and majorly impacting how many internship offers he got afterwards, which would have a huge impact on his career if the world didn't end their second year, and the not even forfeiting afterwards to give Sero his own chance to show off (Todoroki would have gotten plenty of offers if he has just quit there, but he wasn't doing this for that, just anger and spite)."
"au where Midnight gets called out for saying that she's turned on by her sixteen year old student on live tv in front of said kid, god, and everyone because you can have a sexy persona without crossing that line."
"au where UA gets called out for the Bakugo chained up situation at the end of the SF"
Because... I don't think Hatsume was morally wrong there. Because she didn't have a chance to show off her work to her future investors, which was equally important to her career as showing off to potential agencies would be to a hero course student. And afterwards, Hatsume stopped. She left and let the hero kids have an option to show off like she did too, even if she probably would have made an even more impressive show if she had shown off her inventions on her own over the course of multiple fights. Instead, she threw everything out there at once as she as she logistically could, and then let Iida go to become a semi finalist who earned a spot on the podium.
I don't like her. I don't think she's really kind. But she's not malicious either, and there are plenty of other characters who I think need a comeuppance way more than her.
i dont think a 15 year old girl who is not being prioritized by her school needs a "call-out". i dont like bashing.
But, i do like exploring consequences, so here's a couple that i think would work, because even when not malicious, what we do affects people and how they set boundaries with us:
Tenya categorically refuses to use any of Hatsume's tech. It's extremely uncomfortable for him to even be in the same room as her, so he goes to any of the other 179 support tech students at UA for gear and upgrades instead, because... ngl its really weird of horikoshi to only have a single support tech student when he has no problems building out a massive cast in other areas. yay, an opportunity to develope more characters and show various support tech philosophies through them!
you could even get angstier- Iida was restrained a few ways by Hatsume's tech and couldn't move, a few hours before getting the Worse Phone Call Of His Life, which could link Hatsume/her tech/restraints to a trigger response of the traumatic Bloodcurdling Restraint where he couldn't move. This would not be Hatusme's fault, but Stains, but it still means Iida and likely his closer friends would stay away from her to avoid the trigger. (don't tell me this can't happen. this is very similar to how my ptsd manifested a couple years ago.)
Izuku doesn't refuse to use Hatsume's tech because he's a pragmatist, but he doesn't particularly befriend her closely after that either, so they end up working together less and less frequently as he ends up having other options, like Melissa's tech. Hatsume will have to make her own name in the industry without ties to Idaten or the future number one hero's agency. somehow, i think she'll do just fine.
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arcademyth · 8 months ago
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the prologue to a three act story
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darabeatha · 2 years ago
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/ If I were to get into s.tar r.ail dedicatedly, I would write either Welt, male mc, Sampo, Dan Heng
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nolliver-sims · 1 year ago
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sorry ive been dead. work got busy (ugh) n will prob be busy til january (ugh x2)
i am working on some tattoos... slowly. i finished scream movie posters so thats fun (need to take screamshots of them <3).
also working on simlish band t shirts but of bands i like (its a lot of hardcore and gabber rn bc unsurprisingly no one is making band ts of music that sounds like 50 computers being dropped down stairs... smh)
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pctaldrunk · 2 years ago
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@yoakkemae​ asked   :    17) one muse has been holding a grudge only to discover the other has been secretly doing something to help them. // ran & kid.   -   SHOOT IDK WHICH MEME THIS IS (ACCEPTING)
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Sonoko’s celebrity crush is loud and exuberant, but it is endearing and harmless - and sometimes, unfortunately inconvenient.  Despite the nature of a great majority of her acquaintances - she’s not her father and she’s not Conan and she doesn’t always enjoy spending Saturday nights at a gala or a museum, WAITING and watching for the phantom thief to appear in a room teeming with nervous policemen. And anyway - she always wondered if it isn’t true that the more people present, the more options he would have to impersonate? - As it turns out she PARTICULARLY doesn’t enjoy Saturday nights she spends locked in the bathroom in a likely drug-induced slumber while said thief runs amok - presumably wearing her face. If she hadn’t been strapped into something so complicated (at Sonoko’s insistence, no less) or had sturdier shoes - well, as her mother had said from an early age, there’s no crying over spilt milk. 
Despite the weakness that lingers in her limbs from the sleeping smoke - being left in a camisole and shorts made it easy to kick the door to the stall nearly STRAIGHT off its hinges when she comes to to the sound of footsteps and caught a glimpse of white from the crack beneath. It’ll be a disadvantaged fight, since her head is still spinning a little - if she isn’t gassed again immediately, anyway - but when she prepares to kick Kid’s stupid hat off, she notices that he isn’t holding a jewel in white gloved hands but rather a familiar looking pair of shoes. Sonoko had lent (or rather, presented) the impractical but sparkly monstrosities to her earlier that very evening - and while she knew better than to let Sonoko dictate her wardrobe, her scuffed boots did seem out of place for the venue. 
Voice is croaky when she asks, incredulity coloring her voice, “...Are you...putting heel-liners in my shoes?” Registers the STING that half-circles her ankles finally, the incessant discomfort that she didn’t quite manage to ignore all night - feet suddenly cold on the tiles. Realizes, a moment later. “...And last time, the bandaid for those new flats.” Silent, still, watching as she leans against the door, for longer than she’d planned to. It’s strange to think about - she’s grown up surrounded by the idea of justice, and yet Ran has always had a strong ATTACHMENT to the idea of kindness. To find it in a world renowned jewel thief, so suddenly and in so simple a thing, after wanting to bite his head off for a whole evening...was jarring, to say the least. Mumbles, half to herself - “...I guess you’re the gentleman thief for a reason.” 
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koukogakusha-nico-robin · 16 days ago
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Kiss meme: ❥ (kiss on the forehead)
{ 🌸 } — Answer to {x} for @blackleg5932
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Last night had been intense.
Revisiting her own ghosts was always a delicate moment for her, and the night before, her childhood memories hadn't given her a single minute of peace. Robin was exhausted and it showed.
The archaeologist struggled to keep her eyes open while holding a thick book in her hands, she couldn't even read a word when realized that someone had sat down next to her. Robin could still make out the slender figure of the crew's cook, but when she felt the boy's arms wrap around her shoulders and guide her to lay her head on him, a feeling of protection filled her heart.
The older woman took a deep breath when she felt a delicate touch from his lips on her forehead, as if that gesture was telling her that everything was all right. She could surrender to the world of dreams and Sanji would be there to watch over her sleep.
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aph-japan · 4 months ago
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{W.S.G} #526 ~ K I K U
{Edit by Me} {DO NOT RE-POST} {DO NOT COPY} {DO NOT RE-POST TO OTHER SITES}
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koushirouizumi · 5 months ago
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{C.O.F.T.F.F.} ("Chosen of Faith") ~ Page 40 -> Page 47 + Taichi (+Bonus COFTFF!Koushiro/my older Koushiro writing) & O.C. Hikaru - Hikari's Arc
"I'M COUNTING ON YOU
to SAVE Hikari and DAISUKE, ALL RIGHT?" - TAICHI, to Hikaru
{Originally written: pre 2k11~}
{Fic I was writing back before I understood more about my own A u t i s m}
#fdd#fictional digidestined#hikaru and silvmon#chosen of faith: the fan fic#coftffverse#coftff taichi#coftff koushiro#coftff daisuke#daikaru#daisuke x hikaru#coftff taichi and hikari#taichi and hikaru#koushiro and hikaru#gold and silver d3#(Takeru is calling Ken 'Ken-kun' here because Miyakos friendship had progressed with both Ken and Takerus in general)#(thus Ken is kind of adjacent to Takeru because of their relationships with Miyako)#({Miyakeru are also still psuedodating Here})#(but iirc Takeru isnt using this for Ken even by The Beginning but I also have to listen to it AGAIN)#(This was my SUPER EARLY KOUSHIRO WRITING Y E L L S I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS COMING FOR ME)#(I had Koushiro be Cool and offer to Hikaru to go through the P.C. because Koushiro being Fellow @utistic KNOWS its Difficult Getting Home)#(and Koushiro was also aware enough to know Hikaru would probably be too nervous to go home alone when it was so late)#(because Hikaru would be walking on foot and NOT D r i v i n g)#(ANYWAY YOUNG MEs CHARACTERIZATION OF TAICHI WAS ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CORRECT THANKYOU B Y E)#({I still really like this section and might keep it as is if adding in a few or handful of lines in a potential rewrite})#coftff spoilers#repeatverse spoilers#(are both tags Id be using for this series though its technically 'COF{TFF}-Verse' made LONG before Repeatverse stuff)#({'Healing Wand' is a parody of BSSMs Moon Stick aka Crescent Moon Wand aka Moon Healing Escalation ability in Digi-form})#(Essentially it basically 'reformats' Virus type Digimon and any Dark form Digimon in the series IF they can get into positions to USE IT)#(So even tho it was called 'Healing' its more like REFORMATTING em back into Data or Vaccine types but some RESIST&Good At Heart Still)
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witchesverse · 1 month ago
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ouija board. (kinktober)
pairing: demon!wandanat x fem!reader
summary: after playing with an ouija board and forgetting to say goodbye, you let two horny demons into the world of living.
content: noncon, slight daddy kink, pussy eating, fingering, summoning demons with an ouija board, possibility scary descriptions of the demons ??, dom!wandanat, sub!reader implying kidnapping.
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You laughed as Kate, with a big grin, revealed the hidden Oujia board and candles from her backpack. You sat across from each other and she placed the board and candles in the middle.
"You cannot be serious, Kate." You said with a laugh.
"I was promised by the guy that we can actually summon things!" She explained for what felt like the millionth time.
You sighed, "Fine."
The candles were lit around the board and you both had your fingers on the pointer. You didn't believe in supernatural things, but Kate was obsessed with them. Ouija boards were a joke.
"Okay, ask now."
You wanted to argue that this wasn't real, but Kate looked so excited and you couldn't ruin that.
"How many spirits are here?"
There was nothing for a few moments, then, the pointer moved to the numbers.
2.
"Kate, you so just moved that."
"I swear I didn't!" She whined, "Ask again."
You rolled your eyes, not believing her.
"Who is here?"
It moved again.
D. A. D. D. Y.
"Daddy?" You laughed, "This spirit is a freak."
Kate urged you to continue asking.
"Where are you?"
B. E. H. I. N. D. Y. O. U.
You felt a chill run down your spine and glanced over your shoulder, seeing nothing. You cleared your throat and prepared to ask another question but Kate's phone rang.
"Shit. It's my mom, she knows I snuck out." Kate declined the call and stood, "I'll see you next weekend?"
You nodded, "Yeah, see you then."
At 3AM, you woke to the sound of your phone pinging with notifications.
katie <3: fuck. y/n did you say goodbye to the ouija board?
you: no?
katie <3: fuck fuck. dude, ur meant to say goodbye so you can close the door and stop spirits from entering the world of living.
you: sure kate. goodnight.
You switched your phone off and rolled over, wanting to get some sleep. In the corner of your eye, you noticed something in the corner of your room. It looked to be some type of human figure but deformed in a way you couldn't describe. Your window and door were closed, yet you felt a gush of cold air flow over you and shivered.
Your heart began to pound and your skin crawled with discomfort.
Another figure appeared in the corner of your room.
Kate is playing a stupid prank on me.
You sat up and reached for your light switch but your wrist was grabbed and long, cold fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing slightly.
Your eyes widened and a whimper left your throat.
Minus the large horns, razor-sharp teeth, skin that appeared to be shattered, freezing cold skin, and dark black blood oozing from the body; it looked human.
"What the fuck are you?" You screamed.
The creature attempted to smile. It looked unnatural and made you feel sick to the stomach.
"Shouldn't have left the door open. You let daddy right in" It, no she, spat.
Your eyes widened. Kate wasn't joking about the Ouija board and leaving the door open. You had let two spirits into your home.
"I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"God, do mortals ever shut up?" Another female voice spoke with a thicker accent.
The hands around your throat were removed, and the new spirit caressed your face with the back of her hand. She looked similar to the other spirit.
"What are you?" You questioned, voice shaking.
"Demons, sweetheart." She swiftly replied "Hurry up, Natasha. I don't want to be here much longer."
Natasha, the first demon, ripped your blanket off your body. You cried out as she did the same to your clothes. You tried to crawl away from Natasha but she grabbed onto your hips and pinned you down.
"Go on, Wanda." Her tone was teasing "I know you want and miss it."
Wanda barred her teeth at Natasha, making your heart drop. It was a terrifying sight.
You tried to fight Natasha's hold, but she easily overpowered you and manhandled you until you were lying on your back and bare. She wrapped her arms around your thighs to keep them open and settled between them.
"Fuck you." Wanda hissed, sending Natasha a glare.
Natasha snarled and dug her fingernails into your thigh, making you whimper. You didn't understand their feud, but it seemed somewhat playful.
Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest as she squeezed your cheeks, forcing your tongue out and sat on your face. She rocked her hips back and forth, sighing in contentment as the pleasure spread across her body.
"That's it, baby," Natasha muttered, watching Wanda intently.
It was strange, but you didn't want to fight back. Your clit was throbbing and your skin felt hot. Your brain felt hazy and you struggled to form a thought that wasn't about pleasure.
You wrapped your arms around Wanda's thighs and pulled her closer. You alternated between lapping at her dripping cunt and sucking her clit.
Natasha slipped two fingers inside of you and kitten-licked at your clit. Her fingers felt like they were made for your pussy. Your walls clenched around her and you mewed loudly.
Wanda groaned and panted above you. Her slick was dripping down your chin to your neck. The taste of her was addictive.
"I'm gonna cum." Your words were muffled by Wanda, but the demons heard you. "Please, can I cum?"
"Oh, this one has manners, Natty." Wanda laughed above you. Her laughter was strained and whiney.
"Hold it." Natasha snapped.
You whined loudly, wanting to fight Natasha on her decision, but you felt like that would do more harm than good.
Wanda grabbed at your hair and pulled you further into her cunt. Her hips stopped grinding against your face and you moaned as spurts of liquid hit your face.
Your orgasm quickly followed.
You found yourself in Wanda's arms when you came down from your high. She caressed your face with the back of her hand with that sick, inhumane smile.
"I think we're gonna keep you."
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deus-ex-mona · 1 year ago
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being julieta is s u f f e r i n g (derogatory; /srs; no /j)
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martiniluvr · 7 months ago
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18+ minors dni
1,000 follower celebration!! I love u all wow. thank you for all your support, truly. be warned, this is long. enjoy 💫
warnings: nsfw alphabet for dick grayson and jason todd, so there’s a variety of things under the cut. please proceed with caution 🩷
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A | Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
jason is very different after sex. it’s a major act of trust for him, so when it’s done, all he really wants is to be close to you. in other words: he’s a big cuddler. he’ll mumble some things into your skin as you run your fingers through his hair, and after, you usually end up ordering enough food to feed a small family, because that man can eat.
dick is a loverboy at heart. once the dust has settled and you’re both down from your highs, he’s doting on you—bringing you water, a snack, cleaning you up with a damp cloth—with doe eyes and a big old grin. always invites you to have a shower with him afterwards, and you always say yes, because his shoulder rubs are divine.
B | Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
unsurprisingly, jason has some…issues with his body from all the shit it’s been through. that being said, I think he intentionally trains his back and shoulders the most. it’s what makes him look as huge as he does. as for his favourite thing about you, jason todd is an ass man, argue with the wall. he likes something he can grab. hard.
dick grayson knows his ass is fat. he’s not shy about it. but his favourite body part is actually his arms, and how muscular they’ve become over the years. as for you, he loves your hips. they trigger something primal in him; the second you put on a fitted dress, he’s thinking about giving you his children.
C | Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
jason gets nasty. he’ll cum anywhere on your body just for the obscene sight, but he especially loves to cum in your mouth when he’s feeling that extra bit dominant. he doesn’t care if you spit or swallow, it turns him on either way—but, god, he’s proud when you open your mouth to show him it’s all gone.
let’s cut to the chase. dick wants to cum inside you over and over again. he hardly even contemplates doing it anywhere else; that man wants to fill you up and watch you drip. maybe it’s his out-of-control breeding kink, maybe it’s how intimate it feels—whatever the case may be, rest assured dick grayson loves a creampie.
D | Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
voyeurism. jason likes to watch. it happened accidentally once when he walked in on you practicing some self-care, and he’s thought about it ever since. he enjoys the performance aspect of it; it’s a power play, watching you get yourself off, knowing he’s right there but refusing to help you.
this ties in with Q, but dick borders on exhibitionism sometimes. fucking you in his car, in the bathroom at a charity event, or in a changing room—anywhere you might get caught, really—god, it gets him going. it’s the daredevil in him, constantly yearning to test the limits of what he can do.
E | Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I think jason had very limited to no experience before his death, and most of what knows today he learned by being with you. ever the fast learner, though, he sure as shit knows what he’s doing now. I think he’s very in-tune with your body and his needs, and it shows in the way he fucks you.
we have to face facts here. dick definitely got around before committing to a serious relationship. despite that, I think he knows what he’s doing thanks to his impeccable observational skills; sometimes you think he knows your body better than you do (but don’t tell him that; it goes straight to his head).
F | Favorite position (this goes without saying)
jason is a sucker for good old-fashioned doggy style, of course, but fuck, does he adore the prone bone position. trapping you under his body, hitting you deep with each thrust, and he gets to watch your ass jiggle at every movement? it borders on religious ecstasy for him.
dick goes feral—feral—for the mating press position. it’s erotic, carnal, and raw, and that’s exactly what he wants when he’s fucking you. he’s also partial to cowgirl, especially when he can tell you want to take control. the view it offers him is enough to have him whining underneath you for more.
G | Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
jason is more on the serious side; sex with him, intense as it may be, is still a big act of vulnerability on his part, so he doesn’t treat it lightly. he will, however, crack a warm smile on those occasions when you make love in the small hours of the morning, when he thinks you can’t see his face clearly.
dick is a tease, and sex with him is fun. he likes to flirt with you while he bends you into compromising positions, and he gets very cocky when you cum. he can’t help but make little quips after the fact, either; “something wrong with your leg, baby?” as your limbs twitch and tremble from your orgasm. jerk.
H | Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
in keeping with his rugged exterior, jason is only doing what he needs to in order to keep things manageable and convenient. he is not dedicating hours to manscaping. much to your elation, that means he keeps his happy trail intact.
dick is a little more meticulous in his grooming, being the “pretty boy” that he is. he prefers keeping himself neatly trimmed, partly to ensure more comfort in his nightwing suit—he’s learned the hard way that the pornstar look is a one-way ticket to chafing when you’re jumping off of buildings.
I | Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
jason really restrains himself from being outwardly intimate. he finds it hard to be that vulnerable, and while he loves the passion between you when you fuck, he’s only really able to tap into the romantic aspect if he’s wholly at ease. that’s not to say it never happens! it definitely does, just give him time.
he may be cocky and unserious when he’s fucking you, but sex with dick is always very openly intimate. he sees the beauty and romance in what you do together, and it’s truly special to him that he gets to witness you like this. sex is absolutely one of the ways he expresses his love and admiration for you.
J | Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
jason only really masturbates when he’s away from you on a mission, and needs to take the edge off. it’s less interesting without you, so he wants it done quick. he imagines you touching yourself as he does it—legs wide and eyes hazy—and that gets him to his peak extremely efficiently.
dick likes to edge himself. I said what I said. he’s thinking about how he’d much rather save his load for your pretty cunt, so he’s bucking his hips and screwing his eyes shut as he forces himself to stop right before his climax, reminding himself how good it’ll feel when he gets to fill you up.
K | Kink (one or more of their kinks)
overstimulation is jason’s go-to; he gets off on dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re hardly able to speak. he also loves forced eye contact, especially when you can barely keep your eyes open. oh, and he has a massive size kink. when you’re as huge as he is, everyone is small by comparison, and he likes how big you make him feel.
say it with me. dick grayson has a breeding kink. the visual aspect of cumming inside you is enough to drive him crazy, but the thought of getting you pregnant…now that makes him rabid. face-sitting is another big one; any variation of pussy-eating drives him wild, but having you sit on his face is his favourite way to do it.
L | Location (favorite places to do the do)
if you’re at home, anywhere is fair game to jason. he’s fucking you in the kitchen, in the bedroom, on the sofa, against the wall, in the office—anywhere. outside of home, he’s more restrictive, but he has thought about fucking you in the batmobile on the many occasions he’s stolen it.
the bedroom is definitely dick’s favourite place to fuck you; aside from making things feel more romantic, he wants you to be comfortable as he’s bending you into crazy positions. he also loves a shower quickie and car sex, impractical though they may be. don’t worry, he’s an acrobat. it’ll work.
M | Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
is it crazy to say that jason gets turned on when you argue? because he does. a moderate disagreement where you’re getting huffy with him is a surefire way to get bent over the sofa. oh, and if he feels even a little jealousy creeping over him, you’re in for a ride. also, if you nestle into him during the night, you’ll be contending with his hard cock pressed against your lower back until one of you caves.
dick is whipped. whatever you’re doing can get him going. cooking, reading, wearing his clothes—he loves everything you do. but, he’s particularly turned on whenever you dress up for a special occasion. it can be a little inconvenient when you’re running late for an event and he’s groping you over your gown in the limo, but how can you refuse those blue eyes?
N | No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
jason would be very resistant to anything that puts him in a submissive role (this goes for ak!jason too). this includes both sex acts and the use of props/toys that take control away from him; he’s just not into it. he’d also refuse any kind of roleplay, saying it’s unnecessary. he’s a pragmatic guy.
I think dick would really dislike the idea of hurting you. he’s not opposed to spanking, and he’ll even engage in some light breath play (ahem, headlock, anyone?), but he would never take it any further than that. if he bruised you through anything other than hickies, he’d be sick with guilt.
O | Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
it should come as no surprise that jason loves receiving head. there are few sights as enticing as watching you take his cock in your mouth while he instructs you to keep your eyes on him. he’s also very skilled in returning the favour, and his preference is eating you from the back so he can see your pretty ass move each time you squirm.
you know my stance on this. dick is a munch. he’s eating pussy like it’s his last meal before the end of the world, and he’s doing it for him. needless to say, he’s fucking good at it. receiving head is quite literally the last thing on his mind. that being said, when he does remember to let you reciprocate, all he can think about is how pretty you look while doing it.
P | Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
jason can get pretty rough, and he likes to fuck you hard, but he knows how much you can take. sex for him is partially an emotional release. but, he’s good at alternating between destroying you one day and being gentle the next; despite his tough facade, jay enjoys soft, passionate sex as much—if not more—than you do.
dick is kind of a hedonist; once he starts feeling pleasure, he doesn’t want it to end—especially when you start feeling it too. he’s happy to give you fast and rough if it’s what you want, but his preference is sloppy, erotic fucking. the messier you get, the better. although, if he’s got you in a mating press, the roughness seeps back in quickly.
Q | Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
while he’ll never say no to a quickie, jason prefers to take his time with you. once he starts, he finds it hard to stop, and he loves to see how much you can take from him before you’re spent. quickies are sporadic with him; he prefers to enjoy your body at his pace.
if he gets the chance to fuck you—hell, even just tease you—dick is going to take it. he loves the thrill and the sense of urgency that comes with quickies. whether it’s a hookup in his car or an impromptu blowjob when he’s supposed to be on patrol, his eyes are lighting up like it’s christmas.
R | Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
jason is not a risk-taker. he needs time to warm to any kind of experimentation, but he’s more likely to try things on you than on himself, like using light restraints on you or dabbling in sensory play. as long as he feels he has some control.
dick is a different story. he’s willing to try most things at least once, and he’s able to laugh it off if something goes south. he’s not opposed to switching (ha) things up and giving you the lead, either; he likes a woman in charge.
S | Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
maybe it’s his extensive training, maybe it’s just who he is; whatever the case may be, jason can go for a long time. but, it’s usually just one round that he draws out so he can really work you to your limit.
dick can handle multiple rounds if you give him time. his recovery consists of burying his face between your legs until he’s ready to go again, which doesn’t take very long once you start convulsing against his tongue.
T | Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
jason wouldn’t even think to use sex toys unless you brought it up, but he’d be open to using them on you if you asked. he’s quick to see the potential in your little pink vibrator when he holds it against your clit while he fucks you, noticing how much easier it is to overstimulate you this way.
ever the experimentalist, dick isn’t opposed to trying out toys in the bedroom. in fact, he’s the one who would show up with fuzzy blue handcuffs (“I got them in my colour!”) to restrain your hands behind your back, so he can devour your cunt without interference from you.
U | Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he’d like to tease you more, but jason doesn’t really have the restraint for it. as soon as you’re splayed out in front of him, he wants to take you. when he does tease, though, he likes to touch you everywhere but where you need him most, until you’re begging for him to make you feel good. then, he likes to make you regret it—over and over again.
dick is the world’s biggest tease, and you can look that up. he’s got you grinding on his lap, making out with you until you’re panting, only to say he needs to do some work as he stands up with a smirk. and when he finally gets you naked, he makes you tell him what you need while his fingers hover over your aching pussy, never reaching you.
V | Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
jason isn’t very loud at all, but the sounds he does make range from grunts and groans to the occasional low moan if you tug at the hair on the nape of his neck. he’s a big dirty talker, and he likes to get up in your ear to do it, so he knows you’re listening. he notices the way you shiver at his gravelly voice, and it drives him crazy.
dick is far less concerned about being quiet. he’s moaning, swearing, telling you how pretty you are, even occasionally whining, and he’s not worried about what your neighbours think—in fact, he’s making sure you’re just as vocal as he is, insisting you tell him how you feel. he’s also expressive when he cums, especially when he does it inside you.
W | Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
I know this is controversial, but jason would never agree to a threesome. this man is possessive. the mere thought of seeing someone else touch you in front of him is enough to make him see red, so no—he’d end up committing murder (not that it’s a far leap for him on a good day).
dick has a thing for watching you work out, especially when you’re doing yoga in the living room in those skin-tight pants. watching the way your limbs elongate and contract as you bend and stretch does things to him, but he never interrupts; the images stay in his mind for those long missions.
X | X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
jason is a behemoth of a man all over. and I do mean all over. he’s packing. an easy 8 inches (slightly more), thick, with a slight upwards curve and a prominent vein from the base to the tip—which is a mauvy pink, by the way. you’re still shocked you’re able to take him, and he was too the first time.
‘prettiest man alive also has a pretty cock’ would be dick’s headline. just over 6 inches, with enough girth to make you feel full, and a rosy pink tip that matches his lips…you could honestly just stare at it if he’d let you (and he probably would). he fits you like a glove every single time.
Y | Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
jason’s sex drive is pretty consistent; it’s always simmering a little ways below the surface. he’s able to compartmentalise it when he has to, but sex doubles as a form of stress-relief for him, so it happens…often.
dick has an incredibly high sex drive. like jason, he can reel it in when needed, but if it were up to him, you’d fuck every single day, twice even. I also truly believe that he’s regularly plagued by morning wood.
Z | Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he’s going to make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of, but the truth is jason could probably pass out in your arms about 10 minutes after you’re done. take it as a sign of how safe he feels with you as he’s snoring softly into your neck.
he’s definitely tired after sex, but dick is waiting until he notices you dozing off before he closes his eyes. once he’s out, though, good luck waking him up again without an air horn. he’s going to need his full eight hours to recharge.
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WINTER NIGHTS | CREGAN STARK X TARG!READER ꧂
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a b r i d g e m e n t : With tensions rising, your elder half-sister Rhaenyra arranges for you to seek asylum in the freezing land of the North. And fortunately for you, Cregan is there to show you how Northmen operate.
TW: penetration, loss of virginity, breeding kink, mentions gender roles but in a sexy way, sexual tension, sibling jealousy, childhood neglect, mentions of death by birth, shitty character development
A/N: I know the girly portrayed is Visenya but her body is tea in this so maybe I do know best…
The second daughter. The oh-so passed over maiden. Not belonging to anything, nor belonging to nothing. Not the first, and not the last. An ever enduring memory to a passed over era. Nothing significant. Never anything significant.
That’s what you were. Insignificance. A beautiful insignificance, if you could see beauty in tragedy. Beauty in all the ways of life. All the little horrible things that make up a big, beautiful, picture. People shan’t look close, you’d assure yourself.
But you were you. Born to the everlasting way of royal life. To the peaceful Viserys, and his second wife, a woman whose name is not all that important. Another maiden from a noble house that perished to childbirth. Lost her life, giving life.
And as it did not to many maidens, the Gods did not grant you the chance to grow up with your mother. The blood that dripped down her thighs had covered you from head to toe as you came into existence, and she had naught of you in her arms before a deep and long slumber overcame her. The stranger had come for her, and he did not slow down on its way. He’d taken her as quick as she’d given you to the world. A quick exchange, you’d suppose.
Now and then you think about her. What she might have looked like, what she might have liked, what she might have been had she survived the wretched burden of your existence. You’d often wonder if infants who survived childbirth ever felt as deep a burden as she did. To have your very first breath of life tainted with the death of an innocent. Tainted with tragedy.
Growing up in King’s Landing hadn’t been all that as it sounded. You’d never really been that happy, as ungracious as it sounded.
You had an older sister - Rhaenyra - who’d occasionally humoured you. You’d never seen much of her, really. Perhaps it was your own fault as well. For not actively seeking her out. For not being the younger sister one was supposed to be. Some people - as close to you as they may be - are just unattainable in your mind. Your kin aren’t your kin until you allow it.
You have better companions than her, you figured. You had your lady-in-waitings. Lady Vievenne of house Swann. Lady Laycie of house Oldflowers. Lady Claere of house Ambrose. Lady Evelyne of house Hightower, who was, by all accounts, a gift from your newest stepmother, Alicent of the house Hightower.
What you also had was younger siblings. Such as Aegon. Though he is naught but a skirt enthusiast, swimming along the sea of young maidens at his whim. But he cares not whether they are, does he?
And oh, do not get yourself started on the one-eyed prince and that smug little smile on his sharp-featured face. Nonetheless, he was gentle. Oh so gentle with his touch. And oh so sinister in the way that made you feel important enough to be in his good graces.
However, you chose to distance yourself from all parties involved as fate made it clear what it had in store. A great slap to the great Targaryen dynasty. A dark cloud looming over the already curse-clad clan.
For even you knew that the only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon, was itself.
“Sister.” you greeted one late evening, having taken flight to Dragonstone on your she-dragon, Starfyre. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
“…y/n.” the elder sister called out, a small smile on her lips. “I… am glad for your visit.”
“…I’m certain you are,” you say, trying with all your might to contain a frown.
You eyed her awkwardly as she wiped her sweaty hands off her dress, letting out a sigh as the elder royal wasn’t quite certain how to approach the topic.
“I… understand… things quite haven’t been… that active, in our kinship,” Rhaenyra speaks up, taking a step closer. “And for that, I apologise.”
You could only nod, a small smile gracing your lips at the heartwarming confession of absent love.
“I apologise, also.” you smiled, your hands finding each other behind your back. “I suppose I should have been the one to seek your company and counsel as well.”
“Good.” Rhaenyra smiled awkwardly, a silence engulfing the echo-ridden chambers. “The reason, as to why I called you, might be surprising.”
You froze slightly, heart pounding as the possibilities of implications travelled through your mind. The goosebumps on your arms grew more prominent as a cold breeze passed through.
“Oh?” you answered, cocking a brow. “And what might that be, sister?”
“I ask of you to travel to the North,” Rhaenyra admits, a tone of seriousness overshadowing the warm moment. “I have already sent a raven to Lord Cregan Stark, and he has agreed to host you. If it pleases you, of course.”
No answer came out of your lips, save for your a mere breath. You felt a pang in your heart, consuming your every emotion, making certain you cannot detect how you feel about the news.
A dragon in the north? What a jest. You’d do better in Dorne, surrounded by sun-kissed squires and stable boys than laddish lordlings and Northern butchers.
“And… why should I?” you asked, respect in your tone. “Pardon me, my sister, but why have you made this decision for me?”
“Tensions are rising, y/n. You know that as well as I do.” Rhaenyra sighs, her body language giving up on its tense posture. “And I am aware of your… complex feelings on it. But to the North you must. I’m sending Rhaena to the Va-”
“Yes, because Rhaena gets to be hosted by a relative of yours, in safety. Meanwhile you sent me off to some Northern stranger!”
“Y/n.” Rhaenyra warned, raising a brow. She took a step closer as you composed your words. “You are my sister, and I will have you safe in the North. The Northmen are honourable men, and in time you’ll know.”
✫彡
And so you were, clad in thick fur, lady Vivenne and lady Evelyne at both sides of yourself. Across from you sat three servants, and somewhere else sat your sworn shield.
“It will be splendid.” Evelyne beamed, properly adjusting her hair, tied up in a bun, similar to the ones the older maidens wear. “We shall meet every dusk, and speak about our day. In front of the fire.”
“Not if I can help it.” you sighed softly. “Apologies, my ladies, but I’ll let you two get at it. I’d love to explore the North in solitude.”
“Right…” Vivenne nodded, looking through the small peep holes as the carriage slowed down, just outside the gates of Winterfell. “We’ve arrived, I suppose. You’ll have to greet Lord Stark. If he’s anything we’ve heard of and more, I wish you luck.”
You only nodded, watching as your ladies exited the carriage, standing at the side of the door. Their faces are cast down, as if in mourning. Perhaps they’re mourning the life of luxury provided at King’s Landing.
You could not blame them for it, really. From growing up in their own house, to growing up in the Royal house, to trade it again to live to see the snowy winters of Winterfell.
You shook slightly, the cold air hitting your face in an instant as you slightly lifted your dress, taking a step out of the three provided for the carriage.
You looked ahead of you, eyes locking on the noblemen and women, standing straight and proud. The women bore clothes of low quality, so obviously sewn to fit any class. The men wore dark furs, contrasting to the blue clothing of the opposite sex.
And in the midst of it, stood Cregan Stark, accompanied by a mere little boy of just two years of age. Your eyes locked upon his stormy-grey ones, his face etched into a stern expression, eyes focused on yours.
You maintained the eye contact, taking each step closer to him.
“Princess Y/N.” Cregan greeted formally, taking your soft hand in his. “Welcome to Winterfell. I am Lord Cregan Stark.”
“Thank you, Lord Stark.” you smile, curtsying in a fashionable manner. Your eyes stood glued on his as his lips brushed against the palm of your hand. “I’m truly honoured to be here.”
“…I’m certain you are.” Cregan answered, eyeing you skeptically.
Hearing false compliments wasn’t out of the ordinary for the wolf of Winterfell. He knew well enough that you weren’t suited for the North. You were a Southern lady, used to the life of feasts, luxury, and sparkly dresses.
“Let us go inside, shall we?” you smiled charmingly, looking up at the tall castle with dread in your eyes.
“Aye, so we shall.” Cregan nodded, his broad shoulders most notable as he sauntered into the opened gates.
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The first night went unfamiliar to you, the harsh blows of the cold weather creating a prominent presence looming over the already melancholic times.
You sat in your chambers, sitting at the stony window sill as you watched Cregan from above.
The lord was overlooking young squires on the courtyard, engaged in conversation with the knight in charge of guiding the young to-be-knights.
All dressed in fur, shoulders looking as if they were padded. Cregan’s hair was tied up, with two front strands escaping and hanging loose. His grey-blue eyes stood glued at watching the young squire’s techniques, and you could only sigh as you got lost in his appearance.
Ever since stepping foot into the North of Westeros, you’d developed a strange sense of interest in the beauty of Northern men. How they all dressed so grimly, but intimidating. How they’re oh-so honourable and hard working. How they always seemed so clean shaven but rugged all at once.
And you could not help but wonder what it would be like had you wedded one of them.
Being completely honest, you’d never really been the sort of maiden to stay inside of her chambers, waiting for her husband to return from his duty, deprived of affection.
With any Southern lord, being a doting unappreciated wife would never cross your mind.
But with Northern men, however, you had the feeling your efforts wouldn’t go unnoticed.
Before you could continue your vulgarly confusing thoughts, you saw Cregan’s eyes shift to yours, finding your gaze.
You could only lean against the window, a hand on the stony side as you gazed back at him. Your hair was loose, and you were dressed in your creamy beige nightdress.
You held his gaze for a moment, until ultimately turning away, leaving the implications of that gaze to his imagination.
✫彡
By the third day, you’d been reading in the old library belonging to House Stark. You’d sat on a plush seat, the dusty book on your lap as your gentle fingers flipped through the pages.
But you weren’t alone.
Cregan Stark sat near you, his knees in almost touching proximity to yours.
“Aye, the North is cold, but it’s honest.” he tells you, gently shutting his own book. “The snow doesn’t lie about its intention. No courtly games like they play in the South.”
“Oh, please.” you smiled, shutting your book as well. your body shifted so it was facing his, resting your head on one hand. “The courtly games are what makes it so fun.”
“Now, riddle me this.” You smiled, noting his full attention on you. His body language exuded calmness, and you felt secure in the knowledge that his comfort lies with you. “How do you not like courtly games? Personally, it makes my life all the more amusing.”
“I suppose it’s all jesting for you, princess.” Cregan said, his eyes resting on yours. “Amusement or not, I’d rather know where I stand…”
“With you, however…” His eyes trailed down to your bare shoulder, the white nightdress you’re wearing very much a sight of sore eyes. “I think I know.”
“Oh, do you?” you teased, cocking a brow. “And how so, pray tell?”
“Well…” he grunted, shifting in his seat to tighten the proximity around you two. “You’d do well not to cross any Northern man. They don’t take well to… courtly games.”
You only smiled at that, your upper body instinctively leaning in, albeit torturously slow.
“And, uh, suppose I… marry a Northern lord.” you teased quite coquettishly, a hand moving to rest on the thick fur coating his body. “What am I in for.”
You watched as his smirk only widened, gently taking the hand that rested on his fur, and taking it in his.
“Marry a Northern lord like me, and have your nights warmed under the thick fur of blankets.” he says, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles. “Northern loyalty runs deep, princess. That’s what you’d be in for.”
You nodded slowly, and you could not help but notice those coloured eyes of his descending onto your perky breasts.
Great, this was all going well so far. “I’d imagine… do you think he’d gift me a pup? I’ve always wanted a tiny pet, to keep.”
“Yeah?” The lord licked his lips, a hand resting on your waist. “You think you’d handle a wolf properly?”
“Well, I would.” you smiled, nodding in agreement. “I’m a dragon… and dragons do not surrender that easily.”
You smiled, shifting in your seat again as Cregan amusedly indulged you in your silly thoughts. “Just imagine it, my lord. I’d be holding that pup every night trying to get it to warm to me.”
Your hand slowly, but surely, trickled down to his clothed thigh, trying to maintain a sense of quiet intimacy.
“You’ll have your work cut out for you, then.” his voice lowered, bordering on husky. “Wolves aren’t so easily tamed, not even by someone with…”
He paused for a moment, a hand gently taking the one you placed on his thigh.
“…your charms.”
You’d have a cheeky comeback on the tip of your tongue, had it not been for Cregan’s lips descending upon yours, clashing together like Blackwoods and Brackens.
You let out a soft breath as you eased into the kiss, feeling his large hands grip your waists as if his life depended on it.
Your hands moved from his shoulders, to his neck, and then to his armoured chest. The armour he carried felt cold to your hands, yet it made it all the more sinful.
“Did you have this in mind?” you murmured against his lips, tongue circling his as you so sloppily attempted to kiss him. “Seducing me?”
The silence engulfed you two for a moment, only being overshadowed by the sound of soft breaths.
“You have it wrong, princess.” he breathed, firmly planting you upon his lap, your back pressing against his chest. “Do you take me for a halfwit?”
You smiled, looking over your shoulder as you attempted to chase his lips with yours again.
“No, but I certainly did not take you for a man so easily seduced.” you teased, guiding his hands to your clothed breasts. “You don’t seem the type to give in that easily.”
“Because it’s untrue.” he spoke up, lips brushing to against your neck. “But do you honestly think nothing would be done about the way you saunter around, looking as you do?”
His hands slowly tugged against your nightdress, pressing a hard kiss to your achy jaw before pulling away.
“Lay yourself down on the carpet.” he commanded, hands shifting to peel off his fur coat, along with his armour and tunic.
All you could do was nod and watch on as his armour went discarded on the floor, the metal material cranking against the stone ground.
His bare chest was now visible, the defining abs illuminated by the glowing fire. His hair messed up when he threw his tunic over his head.
“Cregan, I-"
And in one moment, you felt his large body overshadow yours, clashing lips again. Cregan lifted his body as to not crush you, hands on either side of your head.
You only permitted yourself to breathe unevenly, stead of moan. Your hands found his shoulders, desiring to pull him closer than possible.
“Ever since you’ve arrived you’d been nothing but trouble.” Cregan murmured, lips finding your throat. “Sauntering around with your ladies, endlessly teasing me.”
Your legs only shifted to wrap around his waist, back slowly arching at the kisses.
He took notice, and let one of his hands pin you down, lips descending towards your perky breasts.
“Gods, you’re wrong for this.” he grunted, swirling his tongue around the nipple. “For provoking me, as you did yesterday, and the day before that.”
“For thinking you have the authority to do this to a lord.” he breathed, your small breast fitting into his large palm.
“For…” he continued, kissing down your stomach, before ultimately glancing back at you “…thinking you’d get away with this.”
“I did not think I’d get away with this.” you tease, watching as he moves face-to-face again. “Which is why I did it.”
Your hands find his muscled arms, squeezing it gently. “I want to know how Northern men do it.”
You’d think you were jesting, but were you truly?
You’d have opened your mouth to say anything else, looking up at him, if it weren’t for the Northern lord himself roughly flipping you to your stomach.
“You wish to know, my princess?” he murmurs, unlatching his breeches. “You’d have your first time be with a Northman?”
You nodded, cheek resting on the carpet fabric without surrender. “Yes. Gods yes.”
He hiked your skirt around your waist, your plump ass visible to his peering eyes.
“You’ll be ruined for other men, aye.” He grunted, his hand wrapping around his rock hard cock.
“That’s good, because I desire no one save you.” you smiled, allowing him to lift your hips up and arch your back.
“Yeah?” he smirked, the tip of his cock rubbing against your damp hole. “You’ll have me make you my wife?”
You nodded, impatiently moving your hips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
“You’d be a good wife, wouldn’t you?” he grunted once again, head finally pushing into your unloosened clit. “No Southern games, no poignant looks of yours.”
“You like that about me.” you painfully breathed, feeling the uncomfortable ache of his cock in your newly penetrated cunt.
His head descended, placing gentle kisses upon your shoulders. “A maiden. Perhaps you aren’t as well-equipped to handle a wolf as you said you were.”
“I am.” you protested, pushing your hips back. “Move your hips. I wish to prove myself.”
He only speeded up his thrusts, and as you allowed the moans to fill your lips, his hands found a way to push your head down.
“You’d carry my pups?” he asked, thrusting into you aggressively, pumping his cock in and out. “Wait on my cock every night?”
You only moaned incredulously, asscheeks clapping along with every snap of his hips.
“Yes.” you breathed, gasp and claps filling the room. “Fuck, put a babe inside of me. I want your children.”
“We’ll have to wed sooner, before the babe gets born in wedlock.” he grunted, hands gripping your hips, pushing you back onto his thick length. “But that’s what you wanted all along, was it?”
You gripped the fabric of the carpet, cheeks burning as it rubbed against the irritating carpet.
“For a thick cock such as this.” he teased, tugging at your hair.
“Yes.” you moaned pathetically, cheeks flushed as you felt a knot forming into your stomach.
Your lips parted, your eyes rolling above-ways.
“Yes, yes!” you moaned loudly, feeling his hands grope your breasts. “Fuck, you’re moving fast.”
“Never fast enough.” he murmurs, member sliding against your wet slit.
He could feel your tight walls clenching around him, milking his cock for all it is worth. His grip on you tightened as he thrust down to meet your upward motion.
And with one sharp thrusts, you felt the knot loosen and the cream dripping out your twitching clit.
Yet, he didn’t stop, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he rode you through your orgasm.
The feeling of your walls clenching around his cock was enough to send him reeling as well, burying himself deep inside of you.
Hot spurts of cum dripping out of your hole, you completely got yourself spent, closing your eyes and deciding you could just fall asleep on this carpet.
“No sleeping in the library.” he scolded lightly, putting on his fur coat, covering his naked physique. “Come here.”
You exhaustedly crawled over to him again, and snuck yourself into his coat, the clothing covering both of your naked bodies.
“I’m taking you to your chambers.” he sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “And for the next time, do not attempt to get so exhausted. I went easy on you this time.”
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"t-toji!" you moan out, gripping onto his arms - your nails dragging into his skin as your face falls into the fluffy pillows. "tha- hah- ats it," the man behind you growls out, one of his calloused hands holding a tight, bruising grip onto your waist whilst the other one holds tight onto your gorgeous hair. pulling the strands back to make your body jerk back up so your back arches so beautifully.
Your gasps grow loud when he forces his cock into your tight little cunt, the thumping inside of your stomach grows as the small cog inside of you turns so deliciously whilst you feel yourself becoming undone on none other than your step-dad's long, thick dick.
You don't even know how this even happened, you two were watching a film - like you had done with him every weekend, but this time was different. you didn't know whether it was the small shorts you were wearing or if it was that toji had a few beers, maybe it was how fucking neglected you both were feeling? you hadnt had sex in months and him and your mother were only together for benefits. The only reason he even liked living there was you.
the way you looked up at him through your fluttering eyelashes, the slutty outfits you wear and the way you spoke to him so sweetly and innocently. as if you didn't know what you were doing to him. stupid little girl.
claws attack tojis arms as you whine out loudly, his cock hitting your small walls over and over. white liquids cover the tip of his cock as your orgasm overtakes you, gripping harshly onto his and slight blood drawing from how rough your nails dug into him. "f-fuck!" he groans out, pounding into you. "tha's it, cmon baby g-girl," he groans into your ear, grabbing your hair and lifting you up so you were impaled onto his cock. his thick length going deeper inside of your pussy - you didn't even know it could get further in.
your mind going fuzzy after that, you could feel his dick soo deep - peeking down at where the shape of his cock pops out from your skin. it could create an imprint. watching his cock bounce inside of you, going in and out, in and out. toji presses a small peck on your neck as he grabs your arms, pulling them back so he could get into a more comfortable position. your legs grew tired and flopped down, your cunt and womb felt - and was - full. you were roughly placed onto your step daddys big fat cock and all you could do was take it. your brain was too fucked out to move or do anything!!
"h-hahh-" you mewl out, the relentless pounding inside of you gets faster as tojis climax comes fast. your stepdaddy groaned into your ear and gasped, "s-so fuckin' tight, p-princess!" eyes squeezing together while his hands trail down onto your waist, arms flapped down without his strong grip on them, his rough hands held tightly on your waist and forcibly bouncing you up and down on his cock. in and out, in and out. over and over. it was repetitive and you couldn't catch your breath with the relentless pace. "da- hahhh- daddyy!"you moan out, on the brink of yet another orgasm. just as you were about the cum, the twist deep inside of you turns straight, he stops. "wha'did you say?" he questions.
blush fills your cheeks and you stutter, unable to get out another word, tojis lifts you up high and slams you back onto his cock, deeper and rougher than you could even imagine. you mewl out and your eyebrows knit together as you start to orgasm. "naughty f-fuckin' girl, l-love your- fuck!- daddys cock, dont'cha?" growling through his words, slamming you on his dick. you whine and cum drops from your cunt, creating a ring of white liquid around his cock.
Just as you finish, he slows the pace down, but gets rougher. "So close, baby- hah-" toji moans and shoves you deeper on his cock, right at the bottom, filling every nook and cranny inside of you. as soon as you hit the bottom of his length, he cums. his orgasmic groan whilst he spurts hot cum deep inside of your tight cunt. you clench around him and his fingers dig into your waist. you couldn't even think as he pulls out, cum still dripping from your hole and he shoves you back onto the mattress. "fucckkkkkk" he scoffs, looking down at the mess you and him had created, you almost passed out on your bed and cum pouring from your pussy.
who would've known his step-daughter would be such a slut?
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