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[tricksh0t]

I absolutely adore your writing, and after checking your ideas list, can I kindly request 4 or 9…? Pretty please 👀

Food served ;)

[tricksh0t]

★ selfish

☾ newt scammander x dom m reader

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ baby boy

cw: newt is called baby, insert is called sir, sir kink, edging, begging, praise, fingering, handj-b

Newt Scamander has never been selfish in his life. That's right, not once. He loves all Fantastic Beasts because he knows their aggression is just a product of many circumstances. His heart aches for species close to extinction, and he would give any beast proper shelter, feed, and his heart.

So, really, he thinks he deserves more than this.

"Oh, Merlin... please." Newt fists the sheets and buries his head into the pillow when you take another orgasm away from him.

Please let this be over. He doesn't think he even wants to cum anymore, he just wants this constant need for release to disappear, whether by bursting or slowly descenting.

And yet his hips tilt upward, ass further up towards you, hole fluttering impatiently, desperately, around your fingers.

"Please." Newt gasps out sweetly. He's never been selfish in his life. He could, by all means, push you onto your back and take you, ride you until all his needs are sated—but he doesn't, even though it's what he deserves.

"You've been so obedient haven't you?"

"yes."

"So good?"

"yes, sir."

When he responds to you, it's all broken, spoken through the snot stuck in his throat, choking back a sob. It's broken, but it is so pretty.

"I know, baby. You've been great."

The sound of the tube being squeezed nearly empty has his cock twitching, and it is right in its instincts because soon you wrap a hand around him once more. Newt's next breath is shaky, no, shakier.

"P-Please, sir."

You've taken his orgasm away from him a handful of times, so five... or so you think. "Newt, baby, how many times have I–"

"Seh-Seven."

Your hand around him squeezes and he gasps. "Now that's not very nice, baby."

When he gulps, it's audible. His regret is clear and on the surface, his head turning to the side so he can look at you over his shoulder. "Sorry, sir." He says it clearly, no stutters, no mistakes. "Am I forgiven?"

"Yes, Newt." And the reward has him sighing, your fingers starting up again. Four. You could try fisting him, but you rub his prostate softly instead. He might cum just from the shock of your fist, you think.

Newt's never been selfish, but right now, he really, really, wants to be. He wants to cum, or maybe even piss, he's not sure. Anything. Anything that bursts, not the slow dribble of pre from his bright red, swollen tip that has pooled below him so much it looks like a small puddle, no. He feels like he wants to physically explode.

"...have I been good enough, sir? Begged enough?"

"I don't know, baby. Have you?"

"Oh, Merlin." He buries his head into the pillows once more, hips tentatively thrusting into your hand and then pushing back into your fingers to get a little more pleasure. He does it like he's scared just that little motion will cause you to snap away, but no. It'll only get him closer to his orgasm, and only then will you draw away. "Merlin, Merlin, please."

Before you can reply, a shuddering breath leaves his nose and his next words begin with a sob. "Please, please, please, I've been good, haven't I? Sir? I haven't been selfish, I... I've held out! Just for you!"

You really should scold him for this, for speaking out on his own, for being so cowardly that he did not even lift his head from the pillow.

"Newt." Your voice, stern, has his eyes snapping open. "You must have known that speaking like that would anger me."

His head just turns down into the pillow, his hands letting go of the sheets like he is just now realizing what he just said. "I–"

"Well you've said it now, haven't you? Say it again." You flip him over onto his back, no pillow to hide against; no fingers to clench around or hand to fuck into to hide his shame in pleasure.

"Sir, I–"

You grab his jaw and squeeze his cheeks, causing his mouth to spill open. He half-moans half-yelps at the pain. "Speak." You say, glare digging under his skin.

He doesn't speak, so you spit in his mouth and close it, not that you needed to. Newt swallows gratefully, his hips jerking up into the air and seeking friction for his cock, to no avail. When he opens his mouth next, he whimpers first, "S-Sir, I said I've been good enough—but I don't mean that anymore! I was jus' being selfish."

You wonder which is more flushed, his head or his cock. He's a pretty pink-red with the blush ever-present across his freckles, his hair is a mess too, and his breaths come out hot and out of his mouth like he cannot bare to breathe otherwise. The head of his cock, on the other hand, is red, teetering on purple as if you've choked it, balls heavy and ready to burst.

Head or cock, you should really take pity on him. Besides, though with anyone else selfishness would be punished, Newt has been selfish for once, and that deserves its reward.

"You've been good, baby." The confusion is clear in his fluttering lashes, but they snap shut when you wrap your hand around him again. His head careens forward with a moan as you work him up slowly. "You have been real good."

"I–" The words die out on his tongue because suddenly you've eased three fully lubed fingers into him.

"I know, baby, you think you've been selfish. But I like it when you're selfish, you know? I know you don't like it, but I love making you so wrecked that you're not even aware of yourself." The softness in your touch is just temporary, and Newt seems to notice with the furrow of his eyebrows as your hand speeds up around him, root to tip and along his pretty slit.

Newt isn't aware of himself or you when you give him a fourth finger. Slowly, he nods his head, like he is really paying attention, as if being selfish wasn't the furthest thing from Newt's real nature, like he doesn't stray away from it at any chance possible.

Obviously, you're going to give it to him, release, a kiss, a good wipe down and maybe your dick later—but Newt's mind isn't with him, and all he knows to do is want want want. "Please."

His hips buck up into your hand, and, after he realizes you aren't pinning his hips down, they continue. He fucks up into your hand desperately like a rabid beast. He can barely keep himself away from the pleasure, he doesn't even let himself fall against the mattress, onto your fingers, before he fucks up once more, and all throughout, he continues whining, breathing, "please, please, please," like a ritual, a chant, with a shaky voice and broken moans.

It is only when he finally cums that he goes silent, mouth falling open and yet making no sound. His throat is too hoarse for it, and he doesn't need to beg anymore. He has what he wants.

When he cums, it's in thick ropes, over his body in a mess he cannot begin to care for. It feels like the rush of a waterfall, something he could never hope to stop... and it feels so fucking good, like ecstasy.

He sucks in a breath when his body falls back into the mattress, and he hasn't stop cumming. "Thank you." He chants now, "oh, thank you, thank you."

He's selfless again, thanking you, but just that little moment was worth it.

You let his body fall limp when his balls are all but empty, and lean over him instead. "You okay, Newt?"

When you press a kiss to his cheek, he laughs deliriously, arms stretching wide over his head. "Yes, sir."

[tricksh0t]

i love the way you write bucky and sam please do more 🙏

That fic came to me with the inspiration of sambucky tiktoks that are no longer on my fyp, aka I will write when inspiration strikes or if I ever watch their new movies

[tricksh0t]

Chicos please put a profile picture, age and pronouns in your blog, some personality!

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then mayhaps a tormund fic where the reader is another high ranking member of the free folk that reunite after the battle of the bastards? or the reader is in a great southern/northern house that fascinate each other because of their differences? mayhaps?

Posted! (first prompt)

[tricksh0t]

★ alive

☾ tormund giantsbane x top m reader

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ if its too short im sorry 😞

cw: little prep, blood and spit as lube, mentions of violence, little bit of humping, a lotta bit of swearing

It was a battle like none other. They called it, afterward, the Battle of the Bastards for the men that waged it. You can only remember the screams, the way men threw themselves at each other, the piles upon piles of bodies, wiping the blood off your eye just to add onto it with the blood of your hand, not knowing whether you'd been hurt or not—if any of those foot soldiers were bastards, you would never come to know it.

And then you were cornered between the enemy, crude, faceless shields of flayed men, and the pile of the dead behind you, Bolton or Wildling, dead they were.

Dead, you thought you would be. All of you, and if it wasn't all, it was both. Both you and Tormund, for then perhaps in whatever comes after, you would reunite; but worst of all, if it wasn't both, it was one of you. Someone was going to die and you knew it.

And when it wasn't you, you thought it was him.

But it wasn't. It was neither of you. It was your brothers and sisters, daughters, fathers, sisters, and bastards. Family.

Oh, you thought it selfish when you saw him and breathed relief, when all you could think about was he's alive and not the losses you should mourn. You wanted to celebrate.

You used to hate the term Wildling, but now? Now you are like savages, wildly humping against each other to feel friction and heat, the good kind of heat that kept bodies warm. You can feel how hard he is when your cocks slide against each other through your clothes, rock fucking hard.

You want nothing more than to have him right now.

Nevermind the blood, the stink of the south and horse shit and death, you needed this man right now.

It is almost like you are wrestling when you push him down. When your lips part as Tormund falls, he protests, but then your cock is at his hole and he groans. With equal hunger, he grabs the back of your head and pulls you close to grumble right against you. "I want you right now."

Normally you'd argue about whose cock goes in whose ass, but right now it's free game. Anything and everything, you just want to be as close as the fur on his skin.

Your lips meet again, and then your tongues and then your teeth. You don't give a shit about how the clash of your teeth makes your head spin or how he bites down on your lip like he wants you to bleed.

He doesn't give a shit about the blood on your hands as you undress piece by piece. It is piece by piece only because you must. If you could tear it off all at once, you would. Every bit of exposed skin is groped for the warmth of still-living flesh, for the miracle of living, for the privilege of fucking.

You stretch him out crudely, spit mixed with blood, but neither of you care. You care not for the ugly contortion of your bodies or how you cannot even contain yourself from humping against his thigh, because it just means that you will soon have him.

When you are in him, Tormund moans like a howl. His legs wrap around you. If you had some intention to slow down for the sake of not splitting him open, if your mind could even think of it now, you had no decision in that, as he pulled you close. In, until your heavy balls slapped against his ass and all that was left between you two was the blood of another.

You fuck into him like a wild man, the sort that maidens speak of. Relentless, unstoppable, hard and rough and just like he wants it, just how either of you need it right now.

When you draw back, you do not keep away for long to snap your cock back into him, as if you want more than just his hole and his pleasure, as if you want to be in his very space. The sound of your skin slapping is almost like protest.

It's a celebration for life. You need to cum inside him, to leave a remnant of you within him; and Tormund needs it just as badly.

"You're fucking everything." He says, that hold still on the back of your head, his legs still around your hips, holding you as close as he can. His hole clenches around you too, like he wants to milk you for all you're worth. You're not too far from it.

"My heart is yours."

"Your heart is everything."

If you were anything but brawn, you'd have spewed more: he's the fire for your body, you are the fuel for his soul.

But you don't need words. All you need is to fuck him full and take him relentlessly until your bones ache, because you are still alive to do so.

[tricksh0t]

Love your works, totally, always well written and erotic 🤭🤭, but wanted to ask if you make one of overstimulating tywin till he blacks out, love the men, and it would be funny to read him like that since he is so uptight, by the way I speak Spanish but could only formulate this request in English 😘😘, thanks for feeding me

Hola nena, please put your age and pronouns in your blog somewhere 🙂‍↕️

Pero as for the request, yo prefiero que Tywin sea el dom porq en verdad no lo puedo ver como sub de ninguna manera, even if lo escribo como si Tywin le diera la oportunidad como un regalito, él lo terminaría si se siente como que he's had enough

[tricksh0t]

Would you do soft sub!Robb Stark x targ!m!reader?

Reader convinces him to ally with Dany at Riverrun while fucking him, and Robb is very tired from the kingly duites and is happy to have someone take care of him?

Hello it's posted‼️

[tricksh0t]

★ bend the knee

☾ robb stark x targaryen top m reader

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ tbh, and dont hate on me, i didn't think he was very pretty when I was watching the show; also since the starks are the main characters, im not very romantically into any of them because we saw them grow up and like that's my family ‼️

cw: light praise, manipulation kind of (implied, not manipulation into s-x but war campaign stuff)

Robb Stark is loyal, much like you. Unlike you, he is honorable to a fault. Any misdoing, whether the circumstances are particular or not, is to be punished. That is how he lost his own vassal house, the Karstarks, during the War of the Five Kings. Apart from that, he was good at waging war, which is said to be admirable for a man that was but a child during the Robbert Baratheon's Rebellion; but then, so is Daenerys, so really you don't know why he is so important except that he has a large army.

The advisors at Dragonstone tell you that he is just like his father, as if it meant something to you. The only thing you know about the great "Ned" Stark is that he allied with Robbert Baratheon and struck down your father, Aerys. It should stir up bad blood between you, but your father's reign will be the reason why Daenerys' reign will not be tumultuous, for she will not inherit the fear of his madness. She lays new foundations instead, not as a Targaryen, but as the Mhysa to all.

As much as you were told that Robb Stark was a good man, he was more stubborn than a direwolf. The frustrations he set upon you day by day outweighed all the good.

You began with saying that Daenerys was strong and good for Westeros. She had conquered Slaver's Bay and freed it's slaves, after all. That was easy to deflect, for the improvements that Daenerys had brought to Essos had not provoked any effect in Westeros.

You could say Aegon the Conqueror gave mercy to your ancestors, but Robb would reply "You would take away the privilege of a Warden that the very ancestor you spoke of granted us."

Then finally: Bend the knee or watch the snow melt to dragonfire. "Will she be mother to the ashes?"

Your tongue grew more ill-tempered with each attempt, and so you wouldn't be a guest in his camp for long, at this rate, but you would do anything for your sister.

But was this for her, or for you? Or was this for him?

His ankle on your shoulder, your hand on his hip, he was on his back, the curls upon his head so soft on the pillow. You were doing everything for him, fucking him softly, running your hands along his tired limbs, and he was being so good.

If only you had known this was all it would take.

Robb's head is a mess, but for once, his mind is not dwelling on the war and alliances and vassal houses. He is just thinking of you and how good you make him feel, how easy it is to be taken.

"Listen to me," Robb's eyes, once unfocused and half-lidded, focus on you. It makes you coo, "good, darling. There you go. Listen, Daenerys can be soft. Just like I am, right? We are kin. Together, our armies, this war you have been waging for seven years will be done just like that."

"I...I don't know." Robb stutters out, his head shaking slowly. His eyes, all focused on you, are so precious and watery. When you thrust into him, he moans so nicely.

"You will hardly have to lift a finger." You kiss the bend of his knee sweetly, fuck into him with all the gentleness in the world, caress his abdomen with attentiveness. "I will be there, as I am right now, to soothe your aches and your burdens."

"What do you think?"

Oh, you speak those words so sweetly like a siren of the sea, coercing him for a treat of pleasure. Except, this type of pleasure you give to him so readily. You speak those words so sweetly and offer to him a haven: to be free of burden, just like now. You're taking care of him in a way he didn't think he needed taking care of.

Robb's head falls back when you press into his prostate once more. A curse spills from his lips, muttered because he does not have the energy to shout. He doesn't need to do anything, but his legs fall just that bit wider.

He would do anything for more pleasure like this. His hazy mind couldn't even think about the possibility of your promises being false, just one word. "Yes."

"Yes, darling?" You cup his cheek to coax his gaze up to yours, but his eyes close instead.

"That's good, darling. I am forever indebted to you."

"Yes. Oh," He bites his lip, clenching his gummy walls around your cock. Oh, for the old Gods... it doesn't even feel like you're splitting him open, just that you are filling him to the brim. "yes, yes!"

Fuck, the way you purr in his ear, the way the pleasure you bring is not hurried nor paused. It keeps coming, rolling over his body like an endless flood, you are like a dream.

"Now, of course that means that your armies are hers, and they will not stop until..."

Robb responds with a hum to anything you say, for his mind is growing hazier by the second, bliss blurring away any other intention he may have until all that he wants is you. It is not hard to wish this; you take him so well that it purges any thought in his mind.

His army is yours. The lands are yours. Winterfell, Riverrun, Westeros is yours. His hole is yours for you to take, for you to spill into, because he knows you will treat it well. Though he will be left gaping, he will not be left sore. No, you treat him much too softly for that.

His body is yours, bruised as it is, tough as it is. Today, you have and will kiss his scars and run your tongue around the stiffness of his joints, the toughness of his muscles, and the wet clay that is his flesh. When it is all over, when the world is Daenerys', you will melt his abdomens into a soft, aging belly, render his muscles gone and unneeded, and fuck him into softness, as you are now.

He wants you and he has you, what else in the world is there to wish for?

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Been obsessed with your GoT works and was wondering if you'd write a free folk reader w any of the characters? I can imagine free folks being complete freaks in bed so i wouldn't be surprised if it'll just overwhelm someone from from a noble house 🙂‍↕️

Hi i know you sent this a while ago but it sounds like a great idea and I am totally down, i just dont know what character to write it for if I want this to make sense in the story (not required, but nice)

Im thinking after the long night celebration feast, so characters that would be there. I was thinking Robin Arryn, he wasnt there but the knights of the Vale were, so not much of a stretch, but then anything would overwhelm that little shit I think

Tldr what character should I write it for?

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This is about to be a 4k wip (max characters for an ask) of worship and compliments to my one and only ♡tricksh0t♡ :

Dear trisksh0t,

Is there any greater gift in life than being able to read fics? Why of course there is, being able to read your fics in particular! Your articulation and love of the craft makes reading just that much more enjoyable. In some instances I'd even say it's on par with actual books, hell some of the books published these days are written by complete idiots with no taste.

All hail tricksh0t, all hail tricksh0t!

I'd like to lick your ankles and sniff your hair.

The fuck?! Who said that??

Your cadence and writing makes me want to lay out a blanket in a field of grass with a book. The blanket would be checkered and there'd be a basket of food with some pastries and fruit; a cottage off in the distance, and a bird chirping a song up in a tree on a hill.

There is a particular fic of yours that I enjoy and re-read frequently as well. If I were to re-blog every re-read…….oh boy would it be weird to see my blog. Since I've started writing this I actually have been reblogging with every re-read. Oops, couldn't help myself.

All hail tricksh0t, all hail tricksh0t!

I'm getting sidetracked.

You're so cool, and you happen to write for most of the things I like and enjoy. Everytime I see something you post I get so giddy. Like “YAY! My fave is online!”

Have you ever seen a dog in the stereotypical dog houses? I feel like a dog in one of those chewing on a bone, the bone being you(and your fics). AWOOOOOOO!

Have thee been compared to a summers day? Alas your humble court jester might try. Hark! Your beauty(fics) maketh me wish I could crawl within thine head to consume your thoughts………..respectfully and with love.

All hail tricksh0t, all hail tricksh0t!

I have a new appreciation for you(and other blogs I follow) for making content like this because writing is hard. Having to think of new things, have fresh ideas. The pressure of having to live up to a fic that received lots of likes last time and was re-blogged a lot, and let's not forget the comments. When someone comments we feel appreciated, when someone likes we feel good, when someone reblogs we love…..when someone does all three we might even look at their blog. Then when you see them follow you and like more of your fics, there's nothing like it. Orgasmic one could say.

There's this feeling I have whenever I read your fics, it's this light fluffy cloud sitting behind my eyes. When my brain focuses on the story it creates these nostalgic looking movies, where I feel like everything comes together so well. It feels worth it opening this app every single time.

I want to treat you like an ice cream cone. To hold you gently in my hand so I get to enjoy every bit.

All hail tricksh0t, all hail tricksh0t!

Your name and theme both suit you well, it makes visiting your page a treat each time. Placed carefully on dainty porcelain. With a small white napkin with laced edges. Om nom nom.

There’s faith and then there’s you, always posting on a day where seeing something from you just makes the day end on a good note. To lay back in bed with a cold drink, to play music and slowly let my eyes roam the words you’ve written and posted that day. To set my phone aside and fall asleep to a nice thought. Crafted to a particular taste and theme that makes one feel complete upon reading.

You're the best! Super amazing! Wonderful!

All hail tricksh0t, all hail tricksh0t!

This is my love being poured all over you. I've been writing this over the course of a couple of days, because oh boy trying to write with no real plan in mind is ass and maybe because I was running out of compliments at some points. Some paragraphs (not sure how tumblr will format this, wrote this in my notes app) were written when I was high…..I wonder if you can tell which ones. I’m not sure how weird this is and whether or not I’ll submit it on anon or not. But if I do submit it on anon and you want to be friends look for the yellow blog that loves soap.

Sincerely,

Your humble admirer.

I had a feeling when you said reblog every reread (I have noticed 😉)

thank you nena, muy valiente de ti 💛

[tricksh0t]

Hi... What do you think of Tywin x Martell! Reader... 😳

Hi sorry I have to ask first, are you fem-aligned? I don't write fem inserts nor do I allow fem people to read my mlm fics, cuz they're for mlm readers.

As for the original question, I'm all for it

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Thoughts on being worshipped? Are you okay with overly gushy appreciation of you?

Me as in *me* or in a fanfic as a self-insert? Either way imma eat it up

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hi mr.tricksh0t. im ur biggest fan & i wanna give you a wittle smooch of appreciation. MWAH!

thank you 😋

[tricksh0t]

quick question.....did you get an ask with just a whole bunch of "a"s...........

no sweetheart

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I would sacrifice my firstborn child for more Cassian Andor x top male reader writing... Just to let you know...

You can drop them off at Tumblr headquarters, I'll be right there

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your gladiator fic is absolutely scrumptious if you do belly bulge w daario naharis i would scream

it's been 2 months im so sorry but here it is