#🕯️kinktober

[l1tw1ck]

Devouring the Herbivore

FTM!Bunny!Aether x Top!Werewolf!Masc Reader

Kinktober | Size Differences | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Public Sex, Predator/Prey, Heat, Knotting, A/B/O, Marking, Breeding, Size Kink

Words: 753

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An intoxicating smell wafts through the forest, the smell of something delicious. The smell of prey.

You turn your head in the direction of the smell, whoever it is must be hiding behind a bush. You can hear heavy breathing, a clear sign of fear that only spurs you on. The creature must be hiding because it knows how dangerous it is to be outside during a full moon.

Due to the effects of said moon, you lack the sympathy to leave the creature alone.

You rush towards them, licking your lips when you see a bunny hybrid cowering in fear. They squeak and run away, running through the forest zigzagging in hopes of losing you.

Unfortunately for the herbivore, they're unconsciously spreading their pheromones and a werewolf during a full moon will never give up on prey that smells good.

From the smell and the fact that they're not concealing their smell on a night such as this, the bunny's probably in heat or nearing their heat. Perfect time to be bred.

You run after the smaller hybrid, determined to devour them whole. You release your own pheromones, effectively weakening the bunny.

Bunny hybrids are the best when in heat, incredibly horny and insatiable. To pounce on one and fuck them til they're coughing up cum is the dream of many predators.

The bunny trips and starts to cry, curling up into a ball. You grab their arm and force them onto their back.

"Please...please leave me alone!" They whimper, ears tilting down.

"You shouldn't have been teasing me with your smell then." You lick his cheek. "What's your name, bunny?" You run your hand down his body, squeezing his soft and plump thigh.

The hybrid moans, sensitive from their heat and unable to stop themself from wanting to be devoured. "Ae- Aether~"

"Such a pretty name for a pretty little bunny." Your hand moves underneath his pants, his slick turned his underwear completely damp. "Fuck.."

Aether bucks their hips into your touch, whining like a needy whore. "pleasepleasepleaseplease~"

You rip his pants off then your own, also too eager to keep teasing him. Aether bites his lip as he watches you pull your underwear off, your hard cock flopping out.

Aether's ears and tail twitch at the sight. "Big.." He mutters, not scared in the least. He needs all of it inside him. Including your knot.

You rip his underwear away, his cunt also twitching in anticipation. You groan at the sight. "So small...'m gonna break you." You grin and push your tip against his entrance, forcing it through. The penetration makes the herbivore come instantly.

"Mo- more- further~ please~" Aether mewls, trying to push their body further along your length.

You grab Aether's waist, your long nails digging into them as you push your entire length inside them.

Their scream of pleasure scares all the small creatures in the forest. Aether's ears are twitching and extended fully while squirt is gushing out of them.

You give him no time to adjust, forcing his body up and down and listening to his adorable squeals and moans.

Aether looks down at the bulge in their stomach, squeaking from how big it is. He can't wait to see how it swells from your cum and knot.

The two of you ignore all the possible residents and visitors in the forest, filling the area with the smell of pheromones paired with Aether's moans and screams.

Aether soils the grass with his slick and cum, too desperate to be bred to care about anything.

You feel the urge to mark Aether, to claim them as yours forever. They can tell what you're desiring with the way you're salivating near his neck. Aether put a collar on to prevent any accidents so you almost rip it off with your teeth.

But before you can do that, Aether, who's completely out of his mind, quickly and shakily takes the collar off and allows you to bite. They moan loudly when you sink your teeth into his scent glands.

Your knot fully swells up, entering his body and making him squirt in excitement. He tightens around you and shakes erratically as he anticipates becoming bloated with your cum.

You push him all the way down and come inside them, hot thick ropes of white seed filling their insides.

Aether mewls, clenching around you as they feel their womb become flooded with your cum.

Neither of you are ready to stop though, the night is still young.

#male reader #top male reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #wicks🕯works #genshin impact #aether genshin impact #aether smut #aether x male reader #aether x reader #🕯️kinktober #🕯️aether #🕯️Genshin

[faetreides]

summary: (dark lite) heir!jacaerys x afab servant!reader

cw: sweat/jace being a weirdo about it, dubcon, frottage, implied virginity loss, intentional use of minimal valyrian & i used a translator so don’t come for me, implications of jace intending to marry reader with or without their consent/reader thinking this is just sex but 💀, he didn’t say it but he would kill his family to make you queen, power imbalance (sorry y’all i just like it), wrote this at a vibrator’s pace (/j) so there are zero thoughts behind it

wc: 888 (✨🕯️)

block & move on if uncomfortable !!

do not translate, repost, or give ai my work

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“I am not certain about this, Jace…” You mumble, tugging at his sleeve so he’ll stop running towards his chambers. “I have to perform my duties in the kitchen, there is hardly time for this.”

Jacaerys Velaryon disarms you with a charming smile, too genuine and heartfelt to not return.

“No one will notice if I arrive at dinner a tad later than usual, there is no need to worry.”

The door is swiftly opened and shut in the blink of an eye. You find yourself gathered up in the prince’s arms and the swat to your bottom urges you to wrap your legs around his waist.

King’s Landing’s sweltering sun beats down on you from the window. Minuscule beads of sweat have already accumulated at your brow. Jacaerys hunches over you to lap them up as if he were a thirsty mutt, you can only wrinkle your nose in aversion.

“Perhaps we should allow ourselves time to get to know each other before we do this, my prince.” You attempt to convince him, upholding your mother’s belief that intimacy is to be between married folks only. It does not mean you shudder in repulsion at the thought of Jacaerys making love to you. Only that your shame will always best your lust in battle.

“Yet I feel as if I have already known you for a lifetime, issa rūklon (my flower).” He whispers, brushing a hand against the blossom he had tucked behind your ear. The pronunciation is not as confident as someone like his mother’s.

Innocent walks in the gardens with a prince were only a gateway to depravity, you suppose.

You breath hitches when his lips ghost along your collarbone. You would do well to remember that Jaceaery has the potential to be as much of a dragon as the rest of his strange kin.

Your trembling hands clutch at the prince’s bare shoulders. His clothes tossed aside with little care, all of his attention on you. To push him away or bring him closer… you are wracked with indecision.

“Shh, be calm. You are the safest you have ever been, in my arms and in my bed.” The constant repetition of possessiveness is heightened by the glint of gold in Jacaerys’s irises.

“Lift your hips for me, ābrazyrys (wife).” Your brow furrows at the unfamiliar pet name, but you pay it no mind.

Your flimsy dress glides down your body, the cheap strings tying it together are in tatters.

Jacaerys offers you no respite and instead brings both of your wrists together in one hand, pinning them to the bed over your head.

“I am still a maiden, my prince, I have never even kissed a man before.” You nervously say.

His adoring smile widens, “I know, it is the same reason I decline offers to visit the brothels. Our firsts were meant to be shared with each other.”

The soft glow of candlelight illuminates Jacaerys hovering over you, allowing the sexual tension to build. Your grip on his shoulders slackens and you weave your calloused fingers into his brown hair.

If only you knew how much it reminded Jacaerys of his mother’s wedding to Daemon, the looks they exchanged as they tied their souls together.

“We have all the time in the world.” He reassures you, despite the fact that it was obviously not true. “I’ll be gentle”.

You gasp as he cups your cheek with his free hand and gently drops his body weight onto you.

He seizes your lips in a bruising kiss that you would have previously thought him incapable of. The roughness of his tongue entangling with yours drives you to tighten your hold on his hair and pull it. Jacaerys moans at the infliction of pain and rubs his naked flesh against you. The friction of the slow movements are suddenly frustrating, you feel the oddest desire for him to move faster.

You whine in unison with him when you separate from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. He licks it away with a flick of his tongue as he eyes bore into yours.

“Does that feel good, ābrazyrys (wife)? Your cunt is becoming wetter by the second.” He laughs, not cruelly, and continues grinding against your body.

“Yes…. my prince…. it feels …. so, mmm- amazing.” You struggle to reply, he was not even inside you and yet here you were bearing a striking resemblance to an animal in heat.

The sweat that your bodies produce makes the rutting sloppy, you have to frequently regain your hold on Jacaerys. His cock glides over your cunt and you throw your head back on the pillows. Something wet and sticky is smearing all over your belly every time he ruts against you.

This goes on until your body tenses up, your eyes widen and it is as if your gut clenches. Foolishly, you tug at his hair again but he just mouths ‘Yes!’ with his eyes screwed shut tightly as he keeps grinding. Your cunt pulses and a mix of white and clear fluid erupts from it and drips down to greet Jacaerys’s balls. His pace stutters then he glances down at the sight.

“Gods…. you served me a great deal. It is surely delicious, but I do hope that you are ready for me to return the favor.”

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #kinktober #⚰️.deaddove #just in case #yandere themes #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys x reader #hotd jacaerys #jacaerys velaryon x you #jacaerys x you #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd x you #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon x you #this is probably going to flop but i love him

[papuhater]

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

🕯️reblogs are appreciated! 🕯️

hello my name's papuhater (not really), and this is my halloween spooky special.

be mindful that most of these stories will get gorey, most of the time i don't give a happy ending.

dead dove do not eat, but not sexually this is not KINKTOBER.

most of these contain triggering themes like murder, cannibalism, stalking, yandere stuff.

spots are open! (i will edit when they ran out, feel free to request)

WEEK ONE ִ ⛧ ❝ If you gaze long enough into an abyss,

. the abyss will gaze back into you.❞

day one : albert wesker + "if anyone dares to touch you, i'll kill them"

day two : edward nygma (arkham) + "try to fucking run away again, i'll break your legs"

day three : miguel o'hara + demon of the mountain (demonio del cerro)¹

day four : leon s. kennedy + "c'mon, put that down. you could hurt yourself"

day five : ada wong + "look at my eyes when you try to kill me"

day six : edward nashton (2022) + "don't leave! i need you! i need you like i need air!"

day seven : miguel o'hara + "you'll never leave...i'll tear apart every single stone in the multiverse to find you again"

SPOTS ARE OPEN FROM FOR THE FOLLOWING WEEKS ; FEEL FREE TO REQUEST

#albert wesker #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 #albert wesker x reader #resident evil wesker #edward nygma x reader #riddler x reader #dc x reader #arkham riddler #riddler #ada wong x reader #leon kennedy x reader #ada wong x you #ada wong fanfic #ada wong #leon x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton #paul dano riddler #dano riddler #the riddler

[hyukalyptus]

hyukalyptus' kinktober :3

🕯️ requests. i'm not officially taking requests, but feel free to slide in my inbox with some ideas. these aren't necessarily halloween related, but just some things i've been wanting to share so this will keep me accountable lmao.

🕯️ notes. minors do not interact with any posts—as well as the rest of my blog as usual.

pretty much everything will have a chubby!reader, if not at least chubby!reader implied

i'm not forcing myself to stay on a strict schedule, so don't be surprised if things are late.

everything will be tagged #hyukalyptus kinktober 2023 and linked here!

🕯️ masterlist.

⋆ oct 02: pussy hair hcs

⋆ oct 05: beomgyu x reader w nipple piercings

⋆ oct 09: cucking(?) w yeonkai

⋆ oct 12: wax play hcs

⋆ oct 16: sensory overload soft smut w tbd

⋆ oct 19: happy birthday part ii (tae)

⋆ oct 23: tattooed!gf hcs

⋆ oct 26: ass eating w kai

⋆ oct 31: period sex w tbd/potentially all hcs

#hyukalyptus kinktober 2023 #hp's writing 🪲 #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard thoughts #soobin smut #soobin hard thoughts #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard thoughts #taehyun smut #taehyun hard thoughts #hueningkai smut #hueningkai hard thoughts

[spacecowboyhotch]

navigation | masterlist

ON HIATUS, 10/07/23-11/06/23.

the most heartfelt, biggest thanks to each and every one of you. every comment, reblog, ask and like means so much to me. i don’t take a single one of you for granted. 🤍

2023 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

submissions run from nov 1st-nov 31st. disclaimer: if you are not 18+ do not send/interact with any 18+/NSFW content on this list.

🎥: pick a 500 word passage from any of my works and ill give you DVD commentary (what i was thinking when i wrote it, why i wrote, why i chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the fic, etc.)

🎶: give me a song & character and i’ll give you a kinky situation

🔥: send me a letter from this list & a character, and i’ll give you a kinky headcanon

🍁: give me a character and ill give you a spooky/fall activity

🤔: send me two kinks or tropes to choose from!

🔪: FMK or One Night Stand/Bestie/Spouse

💭: send me YOUR kinky headcanons and let’s discuss

🖊 wip: ask for a sentence from a wip i’m working on.

📚: give me a kink or trope and i’ll rec my favorite fic

🎨: send me a work that you want circulated and i’ll reblog it. fics, gifs, icons, fanart are all welcome!

❓: ask me anything!

MOOTS ONLY:

🕯️: i’ll tell you my favorite thing about you!

👀 : cast my mutuals as….kinks, blorbos, etc.

🎧: i’ll pick a song that makes me think of you!

tagging some moots for boost: @honeybrowne @juneknight @marc-spectorr @greg-montgomery @doctorstethoscope @hotchs-bitch @h0tch-r0cket @flightlessangelwings @astroboots @campingwiththecharmings @xbellaxcarolinax @stargazingcarol @eyelessfaces @lavendertales @softlyspector @haylzcyon @pedrito-friskito @inklore @psychedelic-ink @missdictatorme @mccn-bcys @toracainz @jaspxr @fightingdragonswithwho @lesbianhotch @hotch-girl @cr1minalskies @sadgirlml @lefthandedhotch @pinkheartem0ji @dudeitiskarev @ssamorganhotchner @masterwords @ivyheliotrope @ivystoryweaver @shurisbraids @wakandas-vibranium @chimneysrebarscar @whatthefishh @my-secret-shame @melodygatesauthor

#BIGGEST KISSES FOR ALL OF YOU #MWAH #arson’s kinky 4k celebration #arson events

[chaepink]

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𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖘: open | 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘: open

masterlist • yandere masterlist

rules • tags • wips • mutuals

𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔦 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯: haikyuu, mha, csm, kny, jjk, more tba

𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘: ♠️, 🎍 ⚫, ☁️, ender, ⭐, 🕯️, 🌝, 🍹, 🩷

𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙: money, money, money & my kind of present

𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖕𝖔𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖗: sub!yandere boys

𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘!

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call me chae! she/her. adult. avid haikyuu fan. sfw account: @lovelyd0ves

╰┈➤ I am not responsible for whoever is reading my work ❤

© chaepink. do not repost my work on any platform. | est. 12.22.22

#navigation #dom!reader #sub!character #dom reader #[ 🏐 ] haikyuu! #[ 💥 ] my hero academia! #[ ⛓ ] chainsaw man! #[ ✨ ] jujutsu kaisen #[ 🗡️ ] demon slayer! #[ 💌 ] anon mail! #chaepink.nsfw #chaepink.thirsts

[todorokies]

༉‧₊˚ ⭑𖦹🕯️⋆ — SPOOKFEST 2023 . . !

filled with guts and horror served with a cherry on top . . . enter if you dare . . !

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ all of the work listed below will be a mixture of sfw & nsfw content

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ there is no exact posting schedule . . . just know the start of this personalized event will commence on friday the thirteenth

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ comment on this post if you’d like a tag in any of the following works below (must interact & reblog or your tag will be removed)

the rules have been established … are you ready for some fun?

DEATH AND THE MAIDEN - choso kamo (nsfw)

choso finds meaning in this hellish world within the confines of your bedroom . . .

CULT CLASSICS - satoru gojo & suguru geto (sfw)

petty arguments arise when your two boyfriends find out you haven’t watched the classics . . .

TEMPERANCE, CHILD - suguru geto (nsfw)

suguru finds himself falling down the hole of insanity once you prove to him just how much power vampires have over humans. . .

CARVING PUMPKINS WITH THE JJK CHARACTERS - headcanons (sfw)

spending some quality time with your s/o while partaking in the traditional fall activity. . .

a/n: i wanted to do a fun mix of kinktober & flufftober !! this is my very first event i hope you all enjoy

reblogs and feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

#satoru x reader #gojo x reader #choso x reader #choso smut #geto x reader #getou suguru #getou x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk smut #jjk scenarios #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk fluff #flufftober #kinktober #events 2023 #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut

[rdiowx]

Hi im rdiowx, you can call me Ray or radio since rdio is just radio without the “a”.

NON ACTIVE ACCOUNT :[

KINKTOBER 2023!

Im autistic and Mcr is my special interest! I do take requests (however they aren’t open for mcr, Gideon graves or ryan ross rn!) if you have any ideas you want written so dont be afraid to ask!

They/them but he/him is fine too

This is a nblm/mlm blog.

Both my ao3 and Wattpad are: Cndlewax

I write for… (hcs are in white fics are in blue)

GERARD/PARTY POISION

— EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— BACKSTAGE WITH FRERARD

—KITTEN GEE

FRANK/FUN GHOUL

—EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— PUTTING FRANK IN HIS PLACE.

— FRANKS LOVE HANDLES

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

—BACKSTAGE W/ FRERARD

—TEASING W/ LEATHERMOUTH FRANK

—FRANKENSTEIN FRANK IERO

—PUPPY FRANK

RAY/JETSTAR

—COCKY RAY TORO

— RAY AND A READER THAT HAD A BAD DAY

MIKEY/KOBRA KID

—FUCKING UP YOUR HANDS WHIPLASH STYLE

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

GIDEON GRAVES

nothin yet

RYAN ROSS

nothin yet

PILOT KELSON

nothin yet

DONNIE DARKO

—YANDERE DONNIE HCS

—DONNIE X MENTALLY ILL READER HCS

—HELPING DONNIE WITH DELUSIONS HCS

— DONNIE X SKATER READER!

— DONNIE X MALE! GOTH STONER READER HCS

JIMMY LIVINGSTON

Nothin yet

MCR AUDIO LIST

GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

MCR + GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

DONNIE, PILOT AND JIMMY AUDIO LIST

BLOODSUCKER SERIES.

PLAYLIST

PROLOUGE

Kinks im fine with

I will write…

Smut

Fluff

The occasional angst (not a big fan)

Pretty dark fics if i have an idea i really like, ex: kidnapping and yandere themes > I HAVE A BLOG FOR THIS NOW ! :3 : @rdiowxdeaddove

Poly x reader relationship, Ex: frerard x reader, rikey x reader

Kinks that arent illegal and dont gross me out :) rn i have no idea what that entails

I will NOT write

Fem readers

Scat kink

Age gaps that are illegal

Pregnancy fics

Angst without comfort/a good ending (i dont know i just dont like them)

Vore (i feel like that speaks for itself no?)

Definitely not major character death man im a crybaby

Most drugs, HOWEVER marijuana is fine cause i have the most experience with it and cigarettes are also fine cause i grew up around a bunch of cigarette smokers.

Selfharm or suicide, i dont read thoes fics let alone feel comfortable writing them

💧🐕🦇💚🦴🌹🧩🩺🕯️🧟‍♀️👾 ,🦈🎸,🫘👽 🐾 🪰, 💣‼️,…

I don’t write for female readers at all.

#ray toro x reader #mikey way x reader #frank iero x reader #gerard way x reader #mikey way x reader smut #ray toro x reader smut #frank iero x reader smut #gerard way x reader smut #mcr x reader smut #mcr x reader #Pilot kelson x reader #donnie darko x reader #jimmy livingston x reader #bubble boy x reader

[sepetajmikolikomehoces]

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writers truth & dare

🕯on a scale from 1 to 10 how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

I'd say... a solid 7? I usually edit a bit as I go, simply because I might come up with something that impacts a situation that happened earlier and I need to go back and change that while I remember it. I also edit once I'm done to try and catch any left behind half-finished sentences. It's good, it meeds to be done, but sometimes I feel like I need to know when to stop before I veer off and edit things into oblivion.

🛼 describe your latest wip with five emojis

🧑🏻‍🤝‍🧑🏼❤️🌃❓️❗️

Make of that what you will...

🥤recommend and author or fanfic that you love

You can't just ask me to rec one. You can't. I refuse. Putting this under a cut because I might get wordy.

Space AU series by kuurama (AO3)

Run, don't walk, SPRINT LIKE USAIN BOLT TO THIS SERIES. Had me from the first sentence of the first part until the very last sentence of the second part, at which point I had cried more times than I care to admit. Gorgeous prose, continuously makes you sit back and have an existential crisis. 10/10 would be destroyed again.

Besane Su Naše Noći by @mitochondriencocktail and @mewnyan

Honestly, anything by these two geniuses, but this one especially. Can't walk past Dumle without having to clutch my chest to make sure my heart won't escape me. So soft, and with the kind of hope that makes you feel tender at the edges.

lovefool by @punanenmarli

The amount of screaming I have done over this. It is hilarious, it is angsty, it is deliciously filthy and Jere's thirst tweeting is a delight. You will want to punch Bojan, though. A little.

mun ainoa oikea satama by @frikatilhi

I don't have words for how much this fic fucked me up when I read it the first time. And the second. And third. I felt like my heart was being pulverized throughout, trying to yell at Bojan, at Jere, at the mere thought that there could be a world where they are not what they are to each other.

Black Treacle by slightlysexualfiction (AO3)

A goddamn MASTERPIECE. Fucking glorious progression that builds and builds and you become so invested in both Jan and Nace and the something that is brewing between them. Whenever I get the update notification I immediately have to go sit down because I know that one way or the other, it will take me out.

The Marks on Our Skin by @electron-road-suspect

I love ERS's Kinktober verse with all my heart and whatever shreds remain of my soul, but soulmate AUs will always own me, and this one is so gorgeous and clever in its concept and execution, and though I thoroughly swoon at the two main constellations, it was the bonus chapter that truly took me out.

Do you think we'll be in love forever? by ate_my_brain (AO3)

An absolutely devastating what if scenario that feels so real I constantly ask myself if we're not looking at a very, very possible future. Heartbreaking, jawdropping, consistently mindblowing prose.

ljubili se (in se igrali) series by xianvar (AO3 + tumblr but tumblr refused to make it a tag)

I have gone back and reread this [redacted] amount of times. Like. I am in constant AWE at the emotional heft in this, it keeps hitting me every damn time, and I think xia may be one of my favourite Jance authors in the fandom.

#ask answered #writer questions

[anamazingangie]

without reservation | rhaenyra x daemon

🕯️ Rated E 🕯️4.8k words 🕯️ Complete 🕯️ by AmazingAngie🕯️

Tags: canon divergence, minor harwin/rhaenyra, loss of virginity, incest, infidelity, size kink, breeding kink, painful sex, darcyphilia, happy ending

Warnings: ambiguous ages, possible period typical underage

Summary:

“I want to hear you.” He said, words firm. She shook her head before admitting, “I might cry.”  He smiled, a twisted crooked thing, “I’m almost certain you will, my princess.”  She shifted a little—“You won’t stop, if I do?” She asked, nervously.  “Oh sweetheart, I promise you, tears have never been the reason my desire wanes.” Rhaenyra wailed when he seated himself fully inside of her. Her tears were in pain—partially, but they were in relief too. Finally she wasn’t a maiden, and she had her uncle to thank for that. 

part four of ? of amorous autumn / kinktober.

7. darcyphilia / crying during sex / painful sex 

🕯️without reservation🕯️

Rhaenyra was a beautiful bride—her eyes bright and smile wide when she leaned in to kiss her new husband. Harwin Strong was not a prince, but in her eyes he was better. He was a knight, a protector, and best of all—he loved her. 

Her father was pleased that she had finally settled on a match, and one so close to his own advisor. The Strong’s were loyal and trustworthy, a good family to bind themselves to through marriage, even if they were not a particularly famed name. 

Rhaenyra did not need to marry for a name—she was a Targaryen, after all. 

No, she needed to marry because she needed to have an heir. 

But Viserys hoped she would find happiness, too.

There was not a doubt in anyone’s minds that she would have both in her marriage, with how she smiled on her wedding day and seemed to bloom in response to her new husband’s touch. 

Her wedding night, however, wasn’t spent smiling.

No. It was spent with her head buried in a pillow—it muffled her sobs, and hid her tears. Though it could not hide her shame, the pain, the embarrassment. 

.

Harwin was a good man. 

He was a good enough man that when his new wife complained of pain, he stopped. 

No matter how much she pleaded, he wasn’t going to hurt her. He couldn’t, truly. His length flagged just from seeing her wince beneath him. 

He knew violence and suffering from his work and it had no place in his bedroom. He wouldn’t inflict such things on his wife. The mere thought made him feel sick. 

 She was young, and stressed from the day. They would try again, he promised. 

.

Harwin was a good man. 

He was, perhaps, not good with his fingers. 

Not that either he nor Rhaenyra were aware of this. 

But it meant they made little progress, and all attempts had ended much like the first. 

Despite being married for twenty days, Rhaenyra was still a maiden.  

Harwin insisted it was enough to kiss her, and to lay with her. 

It wasn’t enough for her, though. 

.

It was strange how all the things she loved about him were the same things causing her resentment. 

She could hardly complain—what would she say? Her husband was too kind. Her husband didn’t wish to hurt her. Her husband was too honorable to even stay aroused when she was in any sort of distress.

Gods, women would swoon at the thought of a man so honorable. And Rhaenyra would have, too, a month ago. 

But now…

Rhaenyra knew she was more than a vessel for an heir. But that was all she was to her father, and his council, and his kingdom. The expectation of conceiving someday was there, it was why she had wed. And the lack of success and consummating the match was a failing that seemed to guarantee her future failure, too. . 

But what could she do? It was too late to tell someone. It would invalidate the marriage and make them vulnerable. More than that, it was embarrassing. Harwin has been promoted to Commander of City Watch, and though he had thrived in the role, men were fickle creatures. They were eager to compare their virility in a bedroom to all they did beyond it—this fact would make Harwin seem weak, even if the  kindness should have been seen as a strength. 

It was embarrassing for her, too. She had failed to take him—her duty as his wife, perhaps her singular duty as his wife. 

She tried. She was willing! She begged him. She knew any pain would fade, but Harwin denied her. And every time she was left naked, alone, and humiliated. 

If she believed in a god, she would pray to them. 

Pray for someone who loved her without reservation. 

Pray for someone who would hurt her in this way. 

.

Daemon returned a moon later and was apologetic for missing her wedding—”I would have liked to see it—or at least the bedding ceremony.” He said with a teasing leer. 

At the mention of that, Rhaenyra burst into tears. 

The truth came out with them, as she cried into the leather vest covering her uncle’s chest. 

.

He kissed the top of her head, shushing away her worries and fears as his thumbs brushed tears off her reddened cheeks.

“I’m here now, I’ll help you. I promise.” 

He had never broken a promise to her before. She knew he wouldn’t break this one, either, and the relief it brought her was palpable. 

.

Harwin complained at supper that patrols had been changed—as commander he could adjust the schedules, giving him a reprieve opposed to taking night shifts three days in a row, but that would be unfair. 

“I shall miss you.” He said with a smile, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She nodded, poking at her food, realizing this meant he would not come to her rooms that week. “I shall miss you, too.” she said. 

It was partially true.

She liked being held at night. The warmth and comforting embrace that reminded her of sneaking into her mother or uncle’s rooms when she was a girl. But with Harwin it made her heartache, too, for his presence in her bed reminded her of what they had failed to do there. 

.

She did not consider that her uncle had orchestrated her husband’s absence. Not until she entered her rooms, ready to retire for the evening, only to find him seated at the table she often ate breakfast at. 

“I was not expecting you.” She said, though she wasn’t upset, not really. 

He leaned back in his chair—the action rude for he should stand in greeting her, the princess, but they had never cared about such formalities. 

“I do not make promises lightly, princess.” He said, his voice smooth. 

“Perhaps, but even so I was not expecting you so soon.” She said, correcting herself. 

He tilted his head, “I wished to unburden my niece of her troubles, I would not wish suffering upon her for a moment longer. I saw little reason to wait.” 

Her lip trembled, he sounded so very sincere. He beckoned for her then, pulling her into his arms and lap. Cradling her like she was a little girl while she clung to him. 

“My poor niece has been neglected, does your husband not even do this? Does he not even hold you?” She shook her head, he didn’t, not really. He was afraid to even touch her, most nights, for fear she might find pain in it.

That memory emboldened her—Daemon was here to help her. She wanted to know what that would entail. And so she asked him what was to come. 

Daemon’s hand, the one running up and down her back, stilled. “I shall tell you, but you must undress first.” 

Rhaenyra felt her cheeks flush. It had to be done, she supposed, in order for him to aid her. 

She hadn’t expected him to help, though. It felt oddly intimate, having a man undo the laces and hooks of her dress. Harwin had always come to her later—after she had changed into a chemise, either on her own or with the help of a servant. The sensation of his deft fingers and short nails pulling through the lacing was…nice. She could feel the heat of him behind her, too, and his breath on her neck. 

When the dress was in a puddle of fabric on the floor, he peeled the chemise over her head—done so quickly she was too surprised to stop him. She hadn’t realized by undressed he meant fully nude. But she didn’t want to doubt his methods when he was helping her. She was still as a statue—and naked as one too, save for the silk stockings that clung to her legs. 

Daemon made no move to touch her, and she found herself almost…disappointed by that, even more so when he backed away. 

“Come here—yes, on the table.” He said, tapping the surface of the wood as she turned and looked at him with confusion. She did what he said, feeling awkward as she sat on it, still naked and now with her feet dangling slightly off the floor. 

“Now lay back.” Daemon said. She swallowed, still unsure, but she followed the instruction. She felt a warm hand wrap around her ankle—and she damned the stocking that prevented her from feeling it fully. He gently brought the ankle to the table's height, and then—oh.

He repeated the action with her other ankle—the positioning of them had her feet flat on the table, and her knees bent, forcing her thighs to part and fully display her folds. Gods, this was humiliating. She bit her lip, willing him to say something, but the only sound in the room was of fabric shifting—him sitting, and then the scratch of the chair scooting closer. She tilted her head up, slightly, to see him staring intently at her most private parts. 

She wanted to cry. This was stupid, she was about to close her legs when his hand stroked her ankle—the pressure of a thumb on the sloping bone helping to calm her, despite the humiliation of the pose. 

“This is how a Maester would examine you—but I will attempt to make it less dreadful, and I beg you to feel no shame.” His words were almost reverent when he next spoke, “You’re beautiful, Rhaenyra. You always have been, trust me—have confidence in your beauty here too.” He whispered, and she thought he might be leaning in closer. 

Her own breath hitched at the compliment, suddenly feeling a bit warm. 

“I’ve seen more cunts than I can count—whores, lady’s,  queen’s, and everything in between, but none as perfect as yours.” He said, sounding sincere. 

“I have to touch you, to help.” He said—opposed to asking her if he could touch her. But he did say, “I shall stop, if you ask me too. I promise.” 

She nodded, and he squeezed her ankle before it began. 

He pressed on her stomach and stroked around the flesh between her legs—gently parting her folds but making no effort to penetrate. His fingers moved above her slit, his thumb gently pressing a bud of flesh that rested there. 

“Has he touched you here?” Daemon asked, and she shrugged. He had tried, she thought. But he had large hands, his fingers were not very precise. 

Her uncle made a humming noise, and she heard the sound of a bottle uncorking. His finger returned to that spot, this time slick with something, and then he began rubbing. 

Gods, that was lovely. She wanted more of that. It was like the coil of arousal she had felt was finally expanding—lengthening into a spring as it was all drawn to the place where his finger was—and then he stopped. 

She whimpered, and Daemon calmed her before once again parting her folds. “Good, that’s good.” He murmured, “You’re wet now—you just needed to feel good, before your cunt would consider allowing something inside it. Some women can’t get wet, but not you—not your perfect cunt, it’ll weep and gush as it should, it  just requires your partner to earn it first.” 

Rhaenyra blushed, not sure what to think about that. 

“Now that you’re wet this shouldn’t hurt.” Daemon said, and she felt a digit slip into her. She whimpered a little at the stretch—though he was right, it didn’t hurt, exactly. He curled it inside of her before thrusting it gently. When he paired the movement with his thumb pressing down on that spot above she—ohhhh.

She was moaning, she thought, and her head ached from where it had slammed against the table. She didn’t even notice when he added another finger, too concerned with the pleasure. Her hips arched against his hand as she rode out her release—her first release, before collapsing back to the lacquered wood 

Daemon was stroking her still, his fingers wet and slipping easily across her skin. “That was good, Rhaenyra. Now—you’re relaxed and wet, this is when a man should try and enter you,” Her breath hitched, and Daemon smiled—”Or,” he continued, “When they should try to stretch you for such an entry.” 

Two fingers pressed back in, curling and making her plead for something. Something more. 

A third finger squeezed in between the other two, sinking in without incident but making her hiss when it settled fully inside her. It wasn’t the stretch so much as the sharp sensation of cool metal on the hot overstretched skin of her cunt—a signet ring. A Targaryen signet ring. She thought with a whimper. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but the ring reminded her of who was doing this to her—her uncle, her Daemon, and she wanted to watch. 

He had been watching her, she realized with a little gasp—her eyes opening only to see his own gazing at her in return. And then she saw his mouth move before she heard the words, it was as if everything was off slightly. 

“Do you want more?” He asked, and she nodded without hesitation. “What do you want?” He followed, and her brow creased—wasn’t it obvious? He smiled, a soft thing, at her confusion. 

“I could fill you with a taper—just enough to rid you of the film that ails you.” She shook her head, she didn’t want him to remove his fingers only to replace it with some object as impersonal as a taper. 

“The alternative is my cock, Rhaenyra.” He said. She knew he was going to say it, watching his lips form the harsh sounds with an eagerness that was shown when she nodded in response. 

He smiled, fingers lazily pumping into her while his other hand freed his tunic from his trousers. He’d already removed his leather vest, and the belts that held his blades. Whether it was for comfort, or because he intended on their meeting ending this way, she wasn’t sure. 

She wasn’t sure she cared. 

Why did his intentions matter, when it was she who wanted this?

She didn’t even see the appendage—it was slipped out from his pants and covered by the tails of his smock. But she felt it being lined up with her folds, the tip dragging through the mess of fluids Daemon had drawn from her. 

Before it pressed inside, he rearranged her slightly—bringing her legs around his waist and forcing her hips to arch up slightly to meet his own. It was more comfortable, less awkward than before, when she was spread wide for him—though truly even that had not been as embarrassing as she feared. 

She had never felt more comfortable with someone than she did with her uncle. She trusted him, in this and in everything—and so there was not a trace of nervousness as he began to press his length into her. It was warm, and big, but everything was so incredibly slick that it felt right. 

His hand guided the appendage, feeding it slowly into her folds—there was no awkward ramming or thrusts that resulted in him between her thighs instead. He was practiced in this, that much was obvious. But it didn’t bother her—the practice had contributed to this being good and she was grateful for that. 

She whimpered as her folds swallowed the head of him—and then bit her lip, tensing—worried he might stop at the sound. It wasn’t painful, it was just a lot and her body conjured a noise that wasn’t entirely of pleasure. But even that had been enough to make Harwin still, and she didn’t want that to happen now. 

But Daemon didn’t stop, his hand stroked her thigh until she relaxed, and then he carried on—pressing deeper. God the stretch of it, his fingers had not prepared her for that, and it ached, the muscles unused to being strained from the inside in such a way. She whined, biting her lip so he wouldn’t hear—but Daemon’s thumb pulled her lip from her teeth’s prison. 

“I want to hear you.” He said, words firm.

She shook her head before admitting, “I might cry.” 

He smiled, a twisted crooked thing, “I’m almost certain you will, my delicate little princess.” 

She shifted a little—still speared on the first inch of his length. “Y-you won’t stop, if I do?” She asked nervously. 

“Oh sweetheart, I promise you, tears have never been the reason my desire wanes. Especially not from you—you look so pretty when you cry, princess, makes me so hard. Don’t hide it from me. I swear I will stop at the word ‘no’ and nothing less.” 

God, the relief that offered her—she felt her entire body relax. She didn’t even flinch when he warned the next bit might sting. She just nodded, her eyes closed and fingers gripping the edge of the table. 

She wailed when he seated himself fully inside her, the task done with a single thrust that bludgeoned through whatever barrier of innocence remained—then went so far beyond it she swore he was in her guts. 

It hurt. It was like the pain of every previous attempt combined and multiplied by a thousand, the tearing sensation in her core so sharp she was sobbing. His length was unyielding inside her, solid as an iron stake, and feeling like one for how it burned. But there was a relief in this fact, that he was still hard—that he had done it, she had done it. He hadn’t pulled out, even as she writhed and whimpered and cried. 

Her tears were in pain—partially, but they were in relief too. Finally she wasn’t a maiden, and she had her uncle to thank for that. 

One of his hands was stroking her thigh, while the other cupped her neck—his thumb brushing tears away from her cheek while he remained inside her, unmoving, and likely waiting for the pain to fade. She wasn’t sure it would. Her whimper of, “It hurts, kepa.” Was evidence of that. 

His expression was one of sympathy—but his words were not an apology. “That’s because you’re so perfect, a cunt so tight your husband can’t even handle it, can he? It’s so little and so pretty.” He paused for a moment, his eyes squeezing shut as if trying to control himself. “But the prettier the cunt, the more it hurts at first. It has to be broken in, sweetheart, before it feels good.” 

She nodded, though to be honest she wasn’t entirely listening, too distracted by the pain. It was still there—though not as sharp, it was as if the points had dulled slightly and it was more of a throbbing than a stabbing. It was still enough to make tears leak from her eyes, though. She couldn’t help it. She wasn’t used to pain, not like this. 

But Daemon was there. Which made it better, somehow. He didn’t coddle her. He didn’t stop. He was honest with her, that this might hurt—but that it would pass, and he would be there.

Gods, she loved him. 

She loved his fingers, too, especially now as they slid between their bodies—finding that little bud above her folds. It was stretched too, as if he had pulled it closer to her opening with his cock. He freed it, though, and rubbed the sensitive nerve with slick fingers. It felt good, both the sensation and the reminder of how this had led to pleasure earlier in the evening. 

A shadow of that pleasure seemed to loom, lingering below the clouds of pain. And for the first time since he entered her she could imagine it feeling good, even if that feeling was far away. He seemed to sense this too, for he started moving. 

She had thought it might make things worse—like a leather shoe rubbing against a blister turned wound on your heel, adding to the rawness. But it wasn’t, it was a relief, the movement creating a distraction from the pain that turned into…something else. She closed her eyes and let her body move with Daemon’s, the thrust creating a rhythm of the flesh that was so unfamiliar, so unlike her other attempts with Harwin. 

Daemon was nothing like him. 

He was better. Part of her whispered. 

Harwin didn’t love you enough to do this. 

Harwin was too weak to do this. 

She moaned, surprising herself—and then it happened again—her eyes fluttering open to see Daemon smirking, almost victorious at the noise of pleasure he had wrenched from her. 

“Does it feel good now, princess? Getting used to the feeling of a cock in that pretty cunt. Just a matter of time until you crave this, too.” He said, hiking her leg higher and leaning forward to brace his other arm on the tangle. The angle changed and she moaned loudly, her hands rising from the table to reach for Daemon. The length inside her wasn’t enough, she wanted to feel his flesh beneath her palms. Beneath her lips. She wanted him everywhere. 

She wanted him. 

His thrusts were emphasized with a grinding motion now and it was pressing him even deeper in a way that felt unnatural and impossible but not unwelcome. She wasn’t sure what had changed, but suddenly her body had decided to accept him, and decided to allow the pain to fade away. It wasn’t a conscious choice on her part, she could only thank the gods for it—because gods, she was grateful for this feeling.

Her hips were rising from the table to meet his own, and his chest was heaving—a droplet of sweat falling from the tip of his nose and landing on her neck, the exertion he was putting forth obvious. They were both moaning, the sounds of their breaths and hips meeting contributing to the sinful noises that echoed through the room. 

They would echo in her head after, too, she thought. She’d never forget this—the way he felt inside of her, and the way he sounded. This is how it should have been—this is how it should always be. 

Her nails dug into Daemon’s shoulders—more like claws than fingers with the brutality of their grip. Daemon just moaned, his own fingers digging into her thighs, so hard that even his dull nails felt like daggers against her skin. She wasn’t sure why that of all things did it, but the sharp sensation was one too many—she burst. 

She clenched down so tightly Daemon hissed, as if the pressure wounded him. Her core was trying to force him out, but he was stronger, continuing to thrust through the pulse of her muscles in a way that made her release just keep going. 

It took all her energy with it, and when the tingles of pleasure began to fade, fatigue set in. She slumped against the table, her desire—her ability to participate had been drained from her. Daemon didn’t seem to mind, though, his pace didn’t change—though he gripped her more tightly and his gaze strayed to where he was entering her. 

She wondered if it looked obscene, it must, surely? She’d felt herself down there—the slit that seemed much too small for anything more than a finger. But he’d fit three in there, and then somehow his cock had followed. And it was perfect, but she doubted it looked that way—Daemon’s expression could have fooled her, though, he looked awed by what he saw. 

[He was]

[She did not know that he had dreamed of this.]

[That he had been enraged by his actions that forfeited his right to this, to her.]

[That he thought he had lost his chance at this, at having her like this.]

[But no, his little niece—married for a month and still a virgin, as if she was waiting for him.]

[He’d taken it from her, happily, biting back the desire to come when she whimpered and struggled because her tiny little cunt was too tight for his cock. But she took it. He made her take it. And she had loved it,  she’d come from it, and now—gods, he didn’t know if she was still conscious but he was going to finish. 

It was going to happen soon. The sight was too good—her stretched around his length, body clinging to him and pulling him back in while also fighting him, trying to rid itself of the appendage. It was perfect. She was perfect, now more than ever, with her folds stretched out around him and messy from come, blood, and sweat that had spread from his cock to her pelvis with the enthusiasm of his thrusting. 

He wanted to make her even more messy. Wanted to fill her so full of his seed she was choking on it. With so much she got pregnant.

Fuck—that was it, he spilled inside her, deep thrusts that he ground even deeper. He wanted it to get to her womb, he wanted his seed to plant a baby in her before her husband could. If he would even live long enough to. He was slamming into her now and she was whimpering, and he wasn’t sure if it was in pleasure or pain, he didn’t care. His purpose was getting all his seed into her, where it wouldn’t spill. Even if it hurt—she’d understand when it was their child she held to her breast.]

[Eventually, he was empty.]

She was empty—he had come, gods he had come, so much. She was sure when he finally finished and slipped out of her that it would come pouring out—enough to fill a washbasin, if not two. But she couldn’t focus on what was spilling out, no, all she felt was empty. 

He had split her open and hollowed her out, rearranged her body to make a place for his cock and then just taken it from her, and he was gone, and she was crying before she even knew what she was sad about. Daemon hugged her to his chest as she, not for the first time that day, sobbed into his fabric covered shoulder.

It was a long time before she was calm enough to speak—but Daemon seemed to know, asking her, “What’s wrong? What can I do?” 

She pulled back from him, so she could see his face—his eyes lined with concern and face set in a frown. 

“Don’t leave me again. Not ever. If you go, you have to take me with you. The Keep is empty—I’m empty without you, especially now.” She said, wiping snot from her nose and using her thumbs to rub away tears. He had always filled her emotionally—the cups of joy and happiness never as full as they were in his presence. But now that she knew what it was like to be full of him physically, too, she couldn’t imagine being parted. 

“Okay. But—I must warn you, I take my job of filling you very seriously.” He teased in an attempt to lighten her mood and it worked—she laughed. 

Eventually, a peacefulness settled between them, a contentness with his palm stroking her hair and her nose against the bone of his collar. He was standing, while she remained seated on the table they had just coupled on, making their difference in height less dramatic than it usually was. And so, when her chin tilted up slightly, she found her mouth so very close to his—close enough to kiss.

They hadn’t done that yet, and she remembered—faintly, him saying to her as a girl, ‘kisses are for those you plan to marry’. 

Well. That settled it. 

She cupped his cheek, drawing him to her and letting their mouths meet. 

.

Poor Harwin never made it back to his wife’s bed—the streets were a dangerous place. Sometimes the gold cloak served as a beacon instead of protection. 

..

When Rhaenyra started showing, people pitied the young widow all the more. 

(After all, they had no idea she spent nearly every night in her uncle’s bed.)

Her father was almost thankful, when Daemon offered to wed her—to treat any child like his own. 

(After all, they would be, but they had no idea of that, either.) 

.

Rhaenyra was a beautiful bride—her eyes bright and smile wide when she leaned in to kiss her new husband. Daemon was a prince, but in her eyes he was better. He was a knight, a protector, and her uncle. He loved her as only another Targaryen could.  

.

She cried on her second wedding night, too. 

Daemon wasn’t a good man, after all. 

And he was far too good with his fingers. 

He drew nearly a half dozen orgasms from her, leaving her writhing and pleading and sobbing until finally he entered her with his cock. 

That was finally enough to satisfy her.

.

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Sealed Desires

FTM!Zhongli x Top!DragonHybrid!Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language Ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con, Reader has Two Dicks, Size Difference, Rough Sex, Degrading

Words: 527

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You finally broke free from the domain Zhongli sealed you in decades ago. You missed out on so much because of his selfishness.

"(Name)? How- how did you?" Zhongli looks at you in shock.

You push him to ground, ripping his clothes off and spreading his legs. You spit on his cunt, not bothering with trying to prep him before forcing both of your thick dragon cocks inside of him. He's tried using two dildos to imagine what it'd be like to be fucked by you but this isn't anything like he imagined, not that he doesn't like it of course.

Zhongli hisses in pain with a wide smile on his face. "Slo- slow~ down~!" His draconic features start to show, horns and a tail appearing from the sudden stress to his body.

You grab his hips and drill into him brutally, not caring whether he enjoys it or not, you just need something to vent your anger into.

"Aah~! Wa- wait~!" Zhongli gasps, unable to adjust to the intrusion. "Ah- at least~ to- touch me~ please~!"

You ignore him and keep pounding his stretched cunt, only focused on bring yourself to your release and using Zhongli's body as a flesh light to let out all your pent up rage for him.

Zhongli moans your name, begging for attention from you.

"You sealed me away. You kept me from the world for decades, you don't deserve to be touched." You growl. "Just shut up and let me use your body."

Zhongli whimpers. "I ha- had to! To- ah~ protect~ you~!"

"From what? I'm a dragon!"

"Fr- from being- uh~ taken away~! I lo- love~ you~!" He tries to wrap his arms around you but you slap them away.

"I despise you." You spit on his face.

Zhongli comes immediately from that, squeezing tightly around your cocks.

"You're fucking disgusting."

He shivers in pleasure.

"The only thing you're good for is being used like a fucking sex doll." You slap him. "Stupid whore."

Zhongli moans, feeling like he's in a never ending orgasm. "Please~! Ooh~!"

"Please? You think you deserve to get what you want?" You wrap your hands around his throat, hoping to shut him up.

"I'm- sor- sorry~!" Zhongli mewls, grabbing your arms and digging his long nails into them. Your blood comes out a golden color, the color Zhongli loves the most. He doesn't try to pull your hands away from him, instead he keeps them there.

"Shut up you slut." You groan, feeling close.

Zhongli moans louder, feeling your cocks pulsing inside him and about to fill him up with cum.

He chants 'yes' over and over as you pump your spend into him, still thrusting as an unbelievable amount of cum enters his body and womb.

His orgasm is even harder than the other one, being fucked full of your hot seed making him incredibly horny and euphoric.

Once you've finally released everything, you pull out of him and get up to leave. Zhongli kicks your leg and brings you crashing to the ground.

He weakly crawls on top of you and cuffs your hands using geo. "You're not going anywhere." He smirks.

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HALLOWEEN SPECIAL PT.2

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hello my name's papuhater (not really), and this is the second week of my halloween special.

be mindful that most of these stories will get gorey, most of the time i don't give a happy ending.

the first week's theme was yandere, so this week's theme is...SCARY MOVIES!!

dead dove do not eat, but not sexually this is not KINKTOBER.

most of these contain triggering themes like murder, cannibalism, stalking, yandere stuff.

spots are open! (i will edit when they ran out, feel free to request)

WEEK TWO ִ ⛧ ❝ WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE

. SCARY MOVIE?" ❞

day eight : bruce wayne + the boy

day nine : joker (nolan) + the purge

day ten : miguel o'hara + dracula

day eleven : toji fushiguro + texas chainsaw massacre

day twelve : selina kyle (2022) + carmilla

day thirteen : satorou gojo + hannibal

day fourteen : jonathan crane + possibly in michigan

SPOTS ARE OPEN FROM FOR THE FOLLOWING WEEKS ; FEEL FREE TO REQUEST

#bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #dc x reader #bruce wayne #heath ledger #ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #joker x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #jack krauser x reader #jack krauser #re4 x reader #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jjk satoru #gojo satorou #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji x you #fushiguro toji #selina kyle #catwoman #batman #selina kyle x reader #catwoman x reader #jonathan crane x reader

[tinycozycomfort]

hiii there-

I just wanted to stop in and say I still go back to your kinktober masterlist to reread your joel oneshots. they are incredible and you’re so unbelievably talented.

okay have a wonderful day

❤️ gracie

hi!!!!

okay so first of all i held onto this for a few days because it really made my whole week - i am beyond grateful to hear that you enjoyed something i wrote 🥹🤍 thank u so much for taking the time to say something so kind

happy new year! i love u! wishing u the best!🕯️

#thank you again 😭😭😭 #trying so hard to write again and be normal . #keyword: trying #ask

[reysdriver]

yes I know it's a month away I want to be prepared

#xena's asks #xena's requests #kinktober #fanfiction #polls #tumblr polls

[violettduchess]

To everyone participating in Kinktober:

I look forward to all your fics 🧤 ⛓️ 🕯️🔥💦 💋 👌🍓🍆🍑🍭🍷⛲🪞🚿🛁💄👠

#kinktober 2022 #good luck all you brave souls #ikemen series