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sweet-as-an-angel · 5 months

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MW Reaction to You Taking the BDSM Test

Warnings: Implied Smut, MW Characters Being Down Bad & Feral, Mean! MW, Rough! MW, Dominant! MW, Submissive! MW, Teasing, Petnames, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except You.

Ghost

His laugh is gruff from over your shoulder. A glower, if you listen closely enough. His hands, rough and calloused with the weight of his atrocities, clamp down on your shoulders. He squeezes them. Tight. Tighter.

“You don’t need a test to find out what you’re into, Love.”

He stands closer. From your position on the couch, you can feel something hard pressing between your shoulder blades. He rolls against you, his grip tightening. You whimper, wince, and he lets go a hum.

His hands drop from your shoulders to the front of your shirt. There, he grips the seam and rips it open. You jump, gasping, the buttons flying off into god-knows where — corners of the room, pinging off furniture.

His hands are on your chest, kneading, needing. He’s rough. He needs you now — he can’t even stop to remember to be gentle.

“I can do that,” he lowers his lips to your ear. His breath is hot.

“And more.”

König

König had sat with you while you took the test, curious to see what you’d choose — what your heart truly desired.

Of course, despite how close the two of you were, you did try to retain what little of your dignity you could by choosing answers that didn’t make you look insane. Or nymphomanic.

Little did you know that König could see right through you, his lips stretching into a smile whenever he saw your fingers itching to choose the highest values for kinks he absolutely knew you had (whether you were aware of his knowing or not).

When the test was over and you got your results, you thought you’d walked it. “See?” You showed your results to König. “Told you I wasn’t into anything—“ you searched for the term he’d used. “Extreme.”

“Oh, Maus,” König said, almost growling. Purring, perhaps. His eyes were narrowed, feline. “We both know that’s not true.”

König took your phone and placed it somewhere out of your reach. Frozen with anticipation, you gave no fight as König took you by your shoulders and laid you down, pressing you into the floor. He brought his thighs over you, caged you beneath him. His hands either side of your head, he smiled.

“You needn’t be evasive with me, Darling.” His hips dipped down. Something hard pressed against your abdomen. König’s eye twitched. ”Now then, let’s see how many of your answers were true, shall we?”

Soap

Johnny looks at you with what you could only construe as confidence. A challenge. You could feel the sly remark creeping up his throat as you tried to explain away the results of your test, trying not to paint yourself as someone whose answers suited them a little too well.

“Oh aye, Bonnie — I believe you,” came Johnny. With all the genuity in the world. “I just don’t think you do.”

When you gave him a queer look, his smile grew.

“What I’m sayin’ is you know there’s more to sex than that test’ll have you believe.”

Johnny shifted closer to you, eye-level with you. His hand came up to your chin, taking it between his fingers. He held you there.

“And I’d be more than happy to show ya what you’re missing out on.”

Valeria

“Looks like mi Cariño’s had a little too much screen time.”

She’s on you before you can even escape to your lock screen, a viper-strike hand plucking your phone from your grip and throwing it over Valeria’s shoulder. It cracks, somewhere, but her frame is all you can see as she pushes you to the floor.

“Seems like you’ve forgotten your place,” she grunts as she forces you to the ground, watching you fall flat on your backside. The carpet is enough to cushion your fall, but there isn’t a material in the known universe that can withstand the fire in Valeria’s eyes.

“Seems to me that you need to be reminded what you like.” Valeria bites her lip, coming to stand over you. Her shadow roves over you, almost as if to grope you, feel you.

She brings her boot onto your chest. Keeps you down.

“And where you like it.”

Price

“So you think I’m vanilla, Hm?” Price’s voice carried a weight you were not unfamiliar with, but the way in which he spoke suggested something unknown. His ankle sat atop his knee, arms crossed over his chest.

You’d gotten him to take the BDSM Test — “For science!” you’d told him. And, to nobody’s surprise, John’s results had come back relatively tame. Yours, however, were a different story.

John leaned back in his chair, his cigar lying in the ashtray, embers fading.

“Why don’t you come over here,” John said, voice low. He spread his legs, patted the expanse of his covered thigh. His eyes glinted with all the light of a black mirror.

“And teach this old dog some new tricks.”

Horangi

Hong-jin had seen your results by accident and had decided that teasing you about it would provide him with enough of a distraction to stop himself from salivating at the possibilities they opened.

Sure, it started off tame. The odd comment here and there about you seeming to be ‘tied up’ with whatever task you were doing, that you were doing such a good job of completing your work, etc.

Anything to get you hot under the collar.

And, luckily for Hong-jin, it worked. You came to him, frustrated and very much in need of relief.

Hong-Jin hummed, putting you on his lap. He ground his thigh between your legs, calling you his “Good little pet — behaving so well for me.”

His eyes almost seem to glimmer as he tells you how much he should reward you for being able to hold out for so long. Something to the tune of an oddly specific interest you knew you’d never told him. But that’s alright; your scores told him everything he needed to know.

Alejandro

He was NOT expecting the answers you got on your BDSM test. And you weren’t fully prepared for what you found on his.

Yes, Alejandro leans towards taking the dominant role in bed. Sure, not all the time, but enough that one look at the two of you could definitively conclude which of you wore the pants in bed.

Which, until tonight, neither of you had questioned.

“You know, Corazón,” came Alejandro. He sat beside you, not looking away from the TV. “It couldn’t hurt to…test some of our weaker areas.”

You looked at him, eyebrow raised. Then, it clicked.

“Oh,” you said, leaning closer, smiling. Knowing. Alejandro looked down at you. You could see him biting back a wide grin.

That night was spent with Alejandro bottoming while you went to town making him cry, whimper and beg for more.

Rodolfo

You’d assumed that Rodolfo’s results would be, at most, rather banal. In spite of his military background, he was gentle — loving — when it was just you, him and the late hours of the night.

So, when you saw his results and discovered that, oh you’re kind of depraved, actually (in a loving, non-judgemental way; you just weren’t expecting how much his results told you he was into), you wanted to test Rudy’s limits.

A whole day of teasing, complete with a healthy side of blue-balling, had, eventually, caused Rudy to grab you and drag you into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it. He threw you to the bed, his strength masked by his lamb-like disposition.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said. He stood over you, arms crossed over his chest. “And I know why you’re doing it. You’re trying to make me cave — trying to get me to ruin you.”

You couldn’t have put it better yourself. But he could. He approached you, came down to your level, crawling over the bed. You backed up until you hit the headboard (for the first of many times, you suspected), and Rudy, with a dark glint in his eye, gripped the headboard behind you, trapping you.

“Trust me, Amour,” he said, bringing his face level with yours, his voice low. “With the way you’re acting, you’ll be lucky if there’s anything left of you to ruin by the time I’m done with you.”

Graves

Bless your cotton socks — you’d forgotten to close the tab on Graves’ phone that had your results splashed across it. Hence, Phillip was having a good old laugh about it now in the confines of his office. Though, the longer he studied your results, the stronger the throbbing between his legs became.

Of course, he sought you out. And of course, he made now secret of your faux pas. And, of course, you tried to explain it away. ‘I took it for fun’, ‘It was for a laugh’, ‘I didn’t t think you’d find it—‘

“Ah, there we go. The truth, coveted as it is,” said Graves, smiling from ear to ear. He stepped over the threshold of your bedroom, backing you up against the edge of the bed. He kicked the door shut behind him. No escape.

“Now,” he drawled, approaching you. “You’re gonna show me exactly what you’re into, where you like it,” He stood chest-to-chest with you now, watching you lose your balance as you fell back onto the bed. He all but pounced on you, taking your wrists and pressing them into the mattress.

His eyes were ablaze with a lustful vengeance as he pressed down on you. Into you.

“Or I’m gonna fuck it outta ya.”

Gaz

“Didn’t know you were into…” Gaz squinted, looking over your results from over your shoulder. He went quiet.

“Oh…” From the corner of your eye, you saw his face turn pink. Then red. He cleared his throat and took a step back.

“Y-yes, well— uh— that’s a very…colourful scorecard you have there!”

Smiling, a hint of mirth in your eyes, you turned to him. You could see he was nursing a rather pressing, growing problem, and you sought to relieve him of it.

“How about you come and help me make it a bit more colourful, hm?”

At that, Gaz’s eyes widened. His tongue tied as he tried to form words — a word — anything !

Your smile grew. So did Gaz. “Oh, come on, Gaz! Big military man like you scared of a little fun?”

Let’s just say, Gaz also found himself taking the test shortly after you’d ruined him.

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oceantornadoo · 2 months

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Please I just want to say I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK HUHBBDEUBYUVTYVTUOVY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you could come up with anything more on the Simon Riley Cut-bulk-the-bird-said-she-liked-me-big-thing I will be your servant forever.

tw: body talk (i headcanon simon as someone who shops in the big & tall section so i think his clothes would fit the body type of every reader. if you shop in that same section, imagine him being MORE bigger and taller than you. mans is 6'4 fr)

(a few months later)

simon almost ripped the shirt off his body in frustration. another piece of clothing he had outgrown. he added it to the pile of clothes that he couldn't fit anymore. sleeves too tight, stomach pushing out the fabric. sure he was still in shape, could pass the military physical easily, but he was no longer the lean 22-year-old he once was, muscles now hidden under layers of fat. and he hated it.

there was a knock at the door. still a little pissed off, he opened it with more force than necessary, grunting out "what." before even looking down at who knocked. just his luck, it was you, the one person he tried to be nice to.

"what's got you so grumpy?" you smiled up at him, all sugar and spice. you loved simon's growls, the social anxiety and introvertedness he hid under irritation. it just made it more valuable whenever he laughed at one of your god-awful puns or let you lay on his shoulder. you were never second-guessing if he liked you, mostly because he hated everyone else.

"sorry, didn't see it was you. was jus' doing some spring cleaning." you laughed, a tinkling sound that transitioned into a snort. he loved your insane laughter, a real sound of joy. you peered around his large torso and spotted the pile of clothes on his bed. "doing a big donation, simon?" it was always a punch to the gut to hear his name come out of your mouth, laced with sarcasm and cheek. ever since he told you you could say it in private with him a month ago, you never stopped using it. "somethin' like that. clothes piss me off." you huffed, pushing past him easily as he let you into his room. he closed the door behind you, trying to calm his heart rate as he saw you, here, in his space. like you were his too.

"what did the poor fabric do to you?" you sorted through the clothes, seeing nothing wrong with most. they were all practical clothes, but none had noticeable holes or wear. he mumbled something, too low for you to catch it. "say that again?" he scratched his head and looked away, almost meek. "said they don't fit." ah, there was the problem. "that's okay. just means your muscles are too big." you tried to give a compliment, anything to get rid of the storms in his eyes. "nah. 've gotten fat." you put the shirt you were holding down with force, stomping over to where he had now taken a seat at his spare chair. you stepped between his legs, which opened easily for you. you gripped his chin and turned it towards you, forcing eye contact. "so what? just means you've been eating well, simon. nothing wrong with that."

he looked down, almost reminding you of a kicked puppy. "you don't care?" you weren't dating, yet, but you two had some sort of a romantic understanding. some acknowledgement of there being more, an exclusive connection between you two. "no. i like my men big. like when you can throw me around." he barked out a laugh, surprised at your admission. you smiled back, satisfied. getting a laugh out of him was 80% of the battle. "and these clothes are still good for something." his eyes were on you again, questioning.

you walked back to the bed, full of confidence now. turning to face him, you slowly grabbed the hem of your shirt, untucking it from your tactical pants. he wasn't wearing his mask, so you could see his mouth physically drop at the action. ever so slowly, you raised your arms, bringing your shirt with you. you tossed the shirt aside, standing in front of him with only your bra and pants on. his eyes were dark with desire and he made a move to stand up, but you commanded him with a sharp "sit." like a loyal guard dog, he lowered himself back into his chair, complete captivated.

turning back to the bed, you grabbed one of his outgrown sweatshirts and put it on. it smelled like him, that masculine scent tinged with the cologne he sometimes wore. "see?" you gestured to the sweatshirt, too big on you. "you just gave me a bunch of free clothes." he grunted, still fixated on the sweatshirt. his lack of response made you nervous. "what?" you asked. "give us a spin." you spun slowly, trying not to smile too much. god, the things this man does to you.

"'like seeing my last name on you."

now whose jaw was dropping?

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justporo · 7 months

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my queen. ur sfw alphabet for astarion....it was so good. so amazingly good. grrrrrRUFF!!! GRAAAAFPBRRRR!!!!!! anyways.....would you....be able.......to make......an nsfw alphabet 👀

Oh my sweet Anon, how could I say no? And you're not alone in wanting the NSFW version so here you go, hope you enjoy! And thank you so so much <3. You know flattery will most likely get you your way with me. Surely a thing Astarion and me share... This is Fem!Tav/Astarion btw.

I used this wonderful template (although I changed C slightly), thanks again to @the-coldest-goodbye.

Smutty headcanons about Astarion and Tav (in alphabetical order)

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

Astarion is very cuddly and comforting – especially if it was a little rougher. He’s always making sure you’re okay, holding you, kissing you gently, laying around naked afterwards just talking and relaxing. Especially since he’s learnt being comfortable with non-sexual intimacy he also just enjoys being close to you with skin-on-skin contact, feeling your warmth.

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

“Just one, love? Don’t make me choose a favourite?” Let’s face it, he knows he has the body and face of a fallen god. He takes pleasure in looking and being beautiful (rightfully so), he likes that he has a body that’s well built and incredible to look that. But not even in that kind of hollow way but it’s just aesthetically pleasing and that’s a source of joy for him (also he loves his hair a lot). That also goes for you: he’s constantly reminded of every single little beautiful detail about you. The way your neck curves in an elegant line, the way your lips open into a smile, the small lines in your irises that are only visible when he’s like an inch away from you, the little dimple above your butt? Ugh – he could get lost in all those little aspects for they’re all infinite spaces of beauty.

C = Coming (switched that one because I liked this more)

Astarion takes an incredible amount of pleasure in keeping you on edge sometimes. The way it’s so very much in his hands to let you fall or not and the way you’re willingly giving yourself to him in that way. He’d never truly make you suffer though – he only does what makes it more exciting for the both of you.

Sometimes it might even be a little bit of teasing who might be able to push the other beyond the point of no return. (Punishable by law and the other will pay!)

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

It turns Astarion on way too much when you wear his clothing. The way your ass looks when you’re wearing only his shirt, when it’s visible just beyond the hemline. The way your hardened nipples peak through the fabric and the outline of your breasts shows through it – he can never get over that image. Certain way to get him to push you against a wall in three seconds or less.(And it will stay on during the sex, so he can smell you and what the two of you did later on.)

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

Do we even need to answer this? He knows every damn trick in the book and he’s very creative and eager to show off and teach you.

But: Doing all this with someone he really loves? With someone he desires so deeply it threatens to melt him from the inside? That’s a whole new plane of existence he never even though existed.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

“Again, darling, you can’t possibly make me pick just one. Because when you’re under me I can see your face when I’m deep inside you. I can watch your eyes roll back and how your lips soundlessly form my name and your legs wrapped around my hips can slowly drive me insane. But when you’re on top of me I feel like you’re a goddess gracing me with your blessing. And when you’re on all fours and I’m above you, I can feel the tension in your whole body, how you desperately use every inch of space to get more friction and look at your pretty little back arch while I grip onto your thighs.”

Enough said, isn’t it?

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

He’s probably way too used to putting up the perfect performance in the beginning. But he slowly learns that being intimate means so much more: that it means being so deeply comfortable with each other, each other’s body and mentally, emotionally, that’s not about perfection at all. And that it can be so joyful if someone cracks a joke in the middle of the act because somehow the moan Tav let out sounded like a dying squirrel. Or because Astarion butchered his cheesy line because you’re driving way beyond mad with the way your hips roll.

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

Elves have little to no body hair so there’s not much to take care of. The little hair that might exist just stays and is neatly groomed just like the whole man.

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

Astarion opening up in these moments is one of the most beautiful things. Because he slowly learns to experience real intimacy. He’s slowly fully there with you: it’s not an act anymore. His hands linger now on your soft, warm skin, his kisses become more passionate and never ending, his eyes burn with desire but mostly with love. And he makes sure to tell you: tells you how much he loves you, praises every inch of your body. His heart is so wide open when he gets there, he’s so ready to be loved and to give love – being amplified by the fact that he’d never even dared to believe he’d be allowed to feel something like this.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really – because why when he has you at his fingertips. Although if you had to be away for a little while he might find he’s craving you way more than anything else. And when he’s sitting soaking in the tub and he’s reminded of how you look getting out of the tub, streams of water glistening on your body – he finds himself pleasuring himself thinking about how it will be once you’re back with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hmm yes, the thing with blood. Drinking from you while being in the middle of the act – yeah, you kinda both enjoy that quite a bit.

But also it’s such a massive turn on for him if you give yourself to him completely. The fact that you’re trusting him this much is driving him almost insane.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Oh, it could happen anywhere at any time.

Your enormous bed is your favourite place by far though. After all this safe space of coziness is just where you can completely intimate with each other in any kind of way. But Astarion for sure has to test every surface in the house with you – at least once. Okay, maybe twice for good measure.

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

Just you literally doing anything. Once he realises he’s in love with you, he’s fallen and can’t get up. You’re angry at him – woah, the look you throw him takes his breath away. The way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating on something – he wants to put his lips on yours immediately.

And let’s not even talk about when you try to deliberately turn him on. You wearing something naughty just for him? You very purposefully letting your hands wander and linger just a little too much for it to be innocent?

“Love, either you keep these naughty little hands to yourself or you’ll put them right there right now and finish the godsdamned job”, Astarion whispers huskily and grabs one of your hands, deliberately placing it on the growing bulge between his legs.

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

If he ever felt used in that way again he’s been put through for way too long – he will NEVER do that again.

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

Astarion very much enjoys giving head, because the way your thighs press around his head while he can feel you shiver and the way the pitch of your moans rise – hmm, delicious.

He hasn’t been receiving quite that often so he’s not particularly fond of it, until – it’s you and he realises how wonderful you look with your lips wrapped around him.

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

It really depends on the mood. There’s certainly not just the one way with Astarion. He can be so incredibly sweet and tender, touches like feathers. But another time it might be he has you up against a wall and it’s all about carnal lust – making it rough and quick. But he certainly always makes sure it’s pleasant for the both of you.

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

As much as Astarion enjoys spending whole nights (or days) with you under his hands (or the other way around), he wouldn’t say no to just quickly bending you over the kitchen table to give you a sweet little reminder why it is that you can’t get enough of him – ever.

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

Experimenting, yes? He likes to show you new things, but he’d never put you in any danger and making sure you’re one hundred percent comfortable with what’s happening is always his top priority.

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

No matter what you can’t possibly keep up with him. And he teases you about it (affectionately): “Aww love, I was just getting started. We didn’t even get to the real fun parts.” You just glared him, being too out of breath to put anything you wanted to verbally hurl at him into words.

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

The only things he needs really is you and himself. Although something like tying you up against the bed sometimes? Covering your eyes? But for the most part he enjoys completely uninterrupted body contact the most – and that by far doesn’t have too mean it’s always sweet and soft. Those long and elegant fingers have much expertise with sleight of hand and they don’t call it silver tongue for nothing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, an awful lot. Astarion is the definition of a tease. But in his defence: he also takes delight in being teased back. It’s no fun if you don’t claw back. And bickering and teasing a lot is definitely your specific kind of foreplay.

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

Astarion’s quite verbal – especially since he’s discovering new heights of pleasure with his loved one. Groaning and moaning – especially your name or praises for you. Also he does not care if he’s loud – he’ll proudly let the whole world now how much he desires you (much to the displeasure of you and your party members, oops).

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

It’s Astarion absolute specialty to make you flustered in public. Once he’s found you get these delightful full body blushes he makes it his goals to tease you at the most inappropriate times. You hate him and you love him for it – this smug bastard. He just knows how to push your buttons way too well.

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

He’s hot alright. He most definitely has those muscles for vanity reasons and thankfully vampirism made sure he’s keeping those abs no matter how much of a domestic softie he’s gotten with you.

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

High – especially in the beginning. Once he’s free to enjoy his own desires at his own pace there will most definitely be this high-demand honeymoon phase. You’re both not quite sure it will always really end (and you surely hope not).

But: it’s also important for Astarion that he’s getting more confident to maybe just not be in the mood every single time. Just like you aren’t always, too. And that’s completely fine, you assure him time and time again that you’ll never want him to indulge you just because he feels an obligation.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You can sleep when you’re dead. There’s way too much stuff to be done after: maybe another round (or more), cuddle, talk, goof around, down a bottle of wine.

Although slowly drifting into sleep after being fully satisfied and full of love and warmth: that’s definitely the best way to end a night.

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moamidzyism · 3 months

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[12:04am] (h.kk)

wc. 927

genre. smut

tags. kai x fem!reader, established relationship, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, angel)

a/n. repost; no notes just needy kai

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“god, missed you so much,” kai’s voice was a breathless whisper against your lips, his fingers lightly stroking your clit inside your panties. your moans fill the room and he couldn’t help but think about how just two hours ago, the car arrived from the venue to the hotel and he had a very simple idea of how he wanted to spend the rest of his night. all he wanted to do was shower, order room service, and go to sleep.

but when he opened up his room door, there you were. last night, he spoke to you and you were miles away, laying in your bed cocooned in an old hoodie of his, talking about how you missed the smell of his cologne, and now you are here, in front of him, scantily clad in a midnight black silk slip dress that traced every curve of your body.

“i missed you too,” you reply hastily between kisses.

he took a break from devouring your lips to look at you, and fully take in all your beauty. the bedside lamps cast a soft, warm glow around you, lending an almost celestial radiance to your presence. his eyes met yours with a mix of awe and yearning, as though he was captivated by your beauty and also consumed by a primal desire to ravage you; as though he was a predator hunting its prey; as though this was the last time you would ever be in each other’s arms.

“i love you so much.” his hands push the slip dress that he maintained you kept on, up to your chest. “you’re so beautiful, angel.”

“i love you too.” he messily kisses you everywhere, trailing sloppy kisses along your jawline, sucking ever so roughly on the flesh of your neck, moving down to your collarbones, leaving tiny marks on your pretty skin. tonight, you belonged to him and he was going to make sure this night lasted forever.

“i got your videos.” he says, breaking away from the kiss again. “fuck, you’re so hot, baby. went to bed every night thinking about you.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” your hands instinctively make their way to the waistband of his sweatpants, fingers tugging weakly on the drawstring.

“kai,” you faintly call out, a mixture of urgency and desire in your voice.

“i’m right here angel.” he reassures.

“n-need you.”

he hums in response, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. skillfully, he slides your panties down to your ankle, the fabric catching briefly before smoothly gliding off, and he casually tosses them to some forgotten corner of the room.

“please, i need you to fuck me.” you plead.

your hands rest gently on his slightly exposed torso as you eagerly await his response. as he throws his head back, tightly closing his eyes, the disbelief washes over him – unable to fathom that those explicit words had just escaped your pretty little mouth. the sheer audacity of your utterance was driving him to the edge of insanity. when he finally met your gaze again, your big, pleading eyes softened the intensity of the moment, and he felt almost as if he was melting in response.

in no time, his sweatpants are off and his leaking tip is throbbing against your slit. your arms find their way around his neck, your legs hooked around his waist, pulling him closer to you. he wants to go slow, to savor this moment – and the rest of the night. but his face is in your hair and once he smells your shampoo, soon come all the memories of you and him and him being inside of you and he can’t take it anymore. he thrusts deeply and fully inside of you, eliciting a whimper from your lips.

with every subsequent thrust, you sense yourself unraveling, unable to find words to articulate the overwhelming pleasure. absentmindedly biting your bottom lip, you surrender to the sensations of your boyfriend’s large hands exploring your body, his rough touch amplifying the immense pleasure you felt from the stimulation of your clit rubbing against his pelvis and just how perfectly he fills you.

kai’s head remains nestled in your neck, fervently sucking on your skin. it’s only when a squeak escapes you that he looks down, finding your face contorted in pleasure, yet your sounds are suppressed.

“don’t do that, baby. wanna hear you.” he orders, and you comply, momentarily forgetting the lack of soundproofing in this hotel room and the fact that the entire floor is occupied by his bandmates and staff.

“you feel so good,” you whisper feebly. your moans and the rhythmic sounds of skin meeting skin echo through the room as you pull your boyfriend closer, gripping onto him as if trying to merge your bodies into one.

as he inches closer to his release, his thrusts become less even and his nails dig deeper into your hips. your orgasm crashes on your overwhelmed core, walls clamping down on kai’s cock. “i f-fucking love you so much.” he cries out, flooding your cunt with his thick, white cum.

“you’re so good to me, angel.” he murmurs into your neck, before pulling out his softening length.

he held your body close to his chest, wrapping you in a warm embrace, his touch soothing and attentive. soft whispers of affection escape slips, reassuring you of his care and admiration. gently, he strokes your hair, fingers tracing calming patterns on your skin. a room is filled with the confidence stillness, allowing you both to bask in the tender aftermath of your intimacy.

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drefear · 8 months

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Righteous and Romance

Summary: Miguel is the God of chaos, and you are the goddess of peace and beauty. an idea originally by @hrhmimieucliffe

TW: light smut, p in v.

He was inherently chaos, broad backed and straight shouldered. He was the voice dripped in red and encouraged man’s wildest desires: murder, sex, gambling, money, and more. A drowning flame, he was a mystery cloaked in anger and resentment, mirroring unease at every fine point. He was insanity and she was clever. She was butterfly kisses of the sea salt air on the beach, an afternoon sun shower with a rainbow across the bluest sky. She smelled of lavender and truth, and she sounded like honey covered dew drops on the tongue of a river. Her laughter made men fall to their knees, and so did his sword. His words made widows weep, and her words made them pray for thanks.

She was all that was good and beautiful, and he was the fire that burned beauty to the ground in a pile of rotten ashes.

They did not see eye to eye.

“A martyr, creating such victims with your gifts.” Miguel roared, his nature as God of Terror taking hold of his mind as he stormed into your garden while you tanned in the grass. One of your eyes opened to see his hulking, angered form marching towards you and you let out a deep sigh in retaliation.

“At least I am one to give gifts, as I recall you only give grief.” You sat up, fastening your silk robes around your waist as you covered your shoulders and leaned on one hand. He blocked the sun as he stood in front of you, frown cutting the corners of his mouth sharply.

“Grief builds countries, grief gives men purpose and woman motivation. What do your frilly gifts do for anyone?”

“My beauty and kindness gives all who they grace a sense of purity and happiness, of which can also build countries and give purpose and motivation. Have you ever been kind in your life?”

“No one has given me a reason to do so.” As you stood to speak to him, you felt dwarfed by his stature and fixed your posture.

“You should not need a reason to be kind to another.” You spoke back and he stayed quiet, no other words being spoken.

This was a battle of beliefs, an unspoken exchange of ideas. You stared at one another silently before he turned on his heels and stomped away.

But the truth was, at night, he worshiped your body like a loyal disciple. HIs lips ghosted over your skin as you mounted his lap, being held but one of his arms around your waist as your head fell backwards. Miguel pushed your hair off of your shoulder as he kisses and licked the top of your soft breasts, pacing himself and going slow to savor you like his last meal.

“Your body is like a peaceful night under the stars.” He whispered as your hands wound their way into his brown hair, shivering at his sweet words. “Thank you for this, for giving yourself to me, my sweet Goddess.” He thanked you, appreciated you as your bodies rocked together in harmony, a melody only the two of you would ever witness.

“My bold MIguel, let me give you everything when it is just us, let yourself fall deep into love.” You spoke against his forehead as he rolled your hips against his, buried deep inside of you as you shook with overwhelming pleasure.

“I have fallen in love, and you are my only saving grace, you are my all and nothing could compare to our intimacy. I only pray to you, I only make love to you.” His admission of true love and devotion sends waves of ecstasy to your core and makes you clench around him as you both finish. Sweat covered your features as he laid down your bare body, staying close to you and refusing to detach himself. “I will never be with another like I am with you, to the Gods I swear it.” He announced and you cupped his cheek, bruising your thumb against the stubble.

“To you, my precious Miguel, I am only my true self, and you are my purest desire, my indulgence. You are mine.” You concluded as your eyes pulled you into a black abyss and you both fell asleep, knowing that tomorrow the bickering would continue and the night would create a paradoxical love once more, between Chaos and Beauty.

#miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel smut #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel

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desire-mona · 2 months

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this most definitely isnt an original thought and i've probably heard it on a podcast before but. i am so married to todd's sweaty tooth madman poem being a metaphor for not accepting being gay.

so here's me picking the whole thing apart (and not proofreading anything)

so starting with

the sweaty toothed madman of course being walt whitman, who we all know is (at least rumoured to be) gay. now the interpretation of whitman being a metaphor for todd's sexuality is nothing new, but i'd like to expand on it.

"i close my eyes and this image floats beside me"

i see this as any moment todd has to himself, no matter where he is, he is reminded whitman/ the fact that he's gay. the specific usage of closing your eyes to mean that the image/ reminder is always there, always following. i see the use of the words "beside me" in a couple different ways. either to suggest that the reminder is just out of view, being pushed away just enough to not be the main focus and more something you see in your peripheral, or in a 3rd person perspective, seeing todd and the imagery of walt beside eachother, coinciding with eachother. i could see both interpretations working equally as well, or even comined.

"the sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain"

THIS LINE. i loooove his use of sweaty toothed!!!!!

if you're not sure what sweaty toothed means, it just kinda means ur teeth r. wet. drooly mouth. i see this madman being sweaty toothed to mean that he's "hungry", not literally, but more desiring something. this being truth, which i'll get into later.

the stare that pounds my brain. oh man. ok so obviously this means that the image/ thought is intimidating, terrifying, threatening. the implication that todd being gay is as much of a threat to his life/ wellbeing as a madman that has it out for him, both ideas causing him an insane amount of stress.

this line is fairly simple to me, the reminder goes from something that terrifies you but ultimately can go unacknowledged, to a constant, overbearing thought that suffocates you enough that you HAVE to face it in some way or another. todd is facing it fearfully, letting it take control of him and how he acts rather than tackling the idea himself. he is defenseless against this part of him

truth (ur gay)

todd thinkin this truth will leave him unsatisfied in life :-( not only in the love sense tho! with his family too, if they find out god forbid, theyll surely view him differently and cast him off even farther than they already do. i also like to think this is him lowkey complaining that the blankets at welton are too small.

this also, devastatingly enough, reminds me of the bit from rocketman where elton comes out to his mom.

clip from rocketman (2019)

and he's mumbling. he's mumbling! this truth is still cloudy, not full realised, still being pushed away. whitman wants the truth, todd wants the truth, but he's still not ready, everything's still uncertain. this uncertain truth could also pertain to todd's feelings toward neil specifically, but i dont think that was the intention. todd does exist as his own person!

this ones simple again. you can fight off your feelings and sexuality all you want but it still wont really lead you anywhere you wanna be. you either end up marrying someone you dont love (women), or you end up alone. also the heavy emphasis on physical violence toward the Truth Blanket could be a metaphor for the physical danger todd would be in if anyone found out, but im not hellbent on that idea.

god. "from the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying," is a BEAUTIFUL way to convey "your entire life" todd you have such a way with words. anyway. i take this as something like. this is something you're born with and cant change, todd was born gay, obviously, and it will never go away with any amount of effort. hence the wailing, crying, and screaming.

also i view the specific line of "it will just cover your face" in a couple different ways. either to mean this truth will suffocate you no matter what you do, or this truth will leave you needing to hide major parts of yourself from the world.

this got a bit repetitive, i apologise. but i still have more to say.

some parts of this poem i find to be a bit too wordy to have been come up with on the spot. do i think todd is talented enough to do so? absolutely! but i just dont think that's the case. i have no doubt in my mind that a LOT of what he said in front of the class was either already on his mind, or was written down beforehand but eventually scrapped.

specifics i have in mind are the concepts of a sweaty toothed madman and a blanket that leaves your feet cold. i dont think this sweaty toothed madman was written specifically with whitman in mind, i think it was just a vessel for his anxiety generally. but the blanket i just KNOW was thought out and written down with the intention to like. be a metaphor for being unsatisfied.

and that only makes the class laughing at that line that much worse, no wonder he wanted to stop! not only was todd incredibly brave for continuing after, but keating was unimaginably quick to get the focus back to the poem. he knew that metaphor meant something to todd, and choosing to expand on that was actually an amazing way to drive that home.

either way, todd's far more brave than i ever could be. i'd be shitting myself up there.

also if u disagree with any of these points are wanna add anything then TELL MEEEE!!! art is anything but subjective and i looove seeing how you guys view things like this.

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Can’t stop, won’t stop, will never stop.

Eita (needing to have my fingers knuckles deep inside my partner no matter where or when, may as well need the taste of their pussy on my tongue in the evening to outlive the day) Otoya

honestly having this be the first thing I saw when I woke up made me giggle I love it sm. This kinda just made me think about him being a needy pleasure dom soooo-

Otoya Eita but he's low-key a pleasure dom

Otoya Eita x afab!reader

Warnings: afab!reader, oral sex, fingering, praise, strong language, face sitting, public fingering, smut, Otoya is a bit of a perv

MDNI, ALL OF MY POSTS ARE 18+

Otoya is so needy for you. Everything you do is just so cute to him, especially if it's emberassing for you.

Like sitting down next to him at a dinner with his friends. That little red tint on your cheeks when he slides his hand up your thighs drives him insane, it just makes him want to do more. If you're lucky, he'll hold himself back long enough for you to at least get home first. On bad days though, he'll bury his fingers inside of you with a small smile on his face. It's almost like he's asking your for forgiveness because he knows he'll get an earful about it later on.

He loves the soft hums you let out when he fingers you in public, especially when he rubs his palm against your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you. He always starts by tracing his fingertips along your slit, waiting for you to push his hand away incase you weren't in the mood. But god, he loved it when you let him touch you like that in public. He loved it even more when you couldn't hold back your moans for him, accidentally letting his friends know exactly what he was doing to you. As much as he hated the idea of his friends potentially desiring you in such an intimate way after seeing your reactions, he saw it as a way to show them just how perfect you are for him and him alone.

Whenever he's had a stressful day, all he can think about is your clit pulsing against his tongue. He needs you so bad, the most confort he's ever felt is between yours legs as you mumble out words of praise for him. No matter what position he puts you into, he knows he'll get lost in you for hours.

One of his favorite things to do after a game is to just lay down and let you sit on his face while he grips your thighs and savours your pussy like it's the last meal he'll ever have. The feeling of your thighs squishing against his head is just so good. He doesn't blush much, but seeing you get so lost in pleasure because of his tongue always makes his face burn red. If he's really feeling needy he'll jerk himself off while lapping at you, mumbles of praise slipping past his lips. "Fuck, you're so cute like this. Wanna make you cum so bad for me, can you do that, angel?"

#bllk smut #bllk x reader #blue lock smut #otoya eita #otoya eita x reader

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"#Batman resists his own insanity so it spreads to e v e r y t h i n g around him"

You can't just say this and not elaborate in great detail. PLEASE elaborate oh my God. I do agree but I want to hear every single thought you have about this topic.

Btw, I'm the same Anon who asked -- or not really asked but more so talked -- about Batman and Joker's soulmate sort of bond.

AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN WITH "COMBINING JOKER'S HEAD WITH BATMAN'S BODY"???????

I was thinking along the lines of the concept version and how they could never be satisfied like this, united in one body. What is the result of mixing chaos and order? What is the result of mixing the act of forgetting the past and fixating on it? What do you get through combining the ideology of making everything matter and taking all meaning away?

The result is that the pure concepts become stained and dull, pushed away from their original function, losing their purpose to oppose each other.

Becoming one entity is the act of becoming complete (concepts being stained) and losing the thing that made them them. Batman and Joker were never meant to unite in this way with overlapping voices, finishing each others thoughts and sentences and it SHOWS. I'm in love with their grotesque obsession with each other that borders on love and punishment. Their desire to win and conquer the other for good but never being able to because losing one side takes away the purpose of the other.

That's why I'm so, so, SO disappointed with how the Batman Who Laughs turned out. Where are my identity crises? Plural, because this could never be an one-and-done kind of deal. They became OneTM, inentionally or not, but BeforeTM, they were always wondering what it would be like. Batman could try to get closer to Joker's mental state but never fully experience it, same with Joker. But now they are OneTM and then what? Batman is just the Joker with Bruce's memories and face. I can't begin to describe how boring that is. That's like if DC made a "Deadpool kills the Marvel Universe" story only they used Joker instead of Deadpool.

Do you see my vision? Can you feel my pain? I wanted to psychoanalyse that asshole with my amateurish psychology knowledge but they only gave us a watered down Joker who makes other Batmen less interesting upon contact. WHERE ARE THE IDENTITY CRISES?? WHERE IS THE DIFFICULTY IN MAKING A DECISION?? WHERE ARE THE LENGTHY MONOLOGUES ARGUING BACK AND FORTH OR CONTRADICTING EACH OTHER ALL THE TIME??? The Batman Who Laughs is basically Two Face but without the wall seperating Harvey and Two Face. Joker!Batman should be unable to do anything or constantly switch between Bruce and Joker or save one life and then turn around and kill it. Like, where is the complexity? Why the hell is that guy only a murder machine?? That was neither Joker nor Batman's whole purpose??

Tell me all your thoughts, my friend, while I'm here spinning in circles and going insane. I'll never get out of this alive, you'll still find me ruminating on this on my deathbed.

I swear, if you give an absolute banger of an answer again, I'll come and start living in your walls.

Have a nice day!! :)

ANON LOVE OF MY LIFE, i'm shoveling all the insides of my walls out as we speak, you can move in by Wednesday morning—

Like, the way i felt every single word you said in my bones. You are so right, and there are a couple different points here and it's gonna get longer than usual so i'll separate each thought thread to avoid drowning in lé brain soup.

• Re: batman resisting his own insanity, i feel like i have simultaneously talked about this in 7986 different ways and haven't said anything about it at all 😂 possibly most of it has been discord ramblings. Long story short, the spine of his narrative to me is that he actively resists his own humanity and in extension of it, his evil. He wants to be good. But there's also immense psychological/emotional/physical price we pay whenever we make these kind of choices; whatever we disown and banish to our subconscious, we project out into the world and unto the people around us. The load you refuse to carry will be carried by the people around you, because at the end of the day /someone/ has to carry it, it doesn't just disappear into ether. So, in a way, for Batman to remain good, to remain a hero, someone else has to be bad. The extent in which Batman keeps his goodness "pure and untainted" dictates the horrors created around him— and particularly the creation of Joker. I say creation because the existence of Batman as a concept absolutely necessitates the existence of Joker. In a way Batman does create him, and it's true that with Batman gone Joker and half the evil in Gotham would be gone too, not because Batman is an evil presence— but precisely because he disowns his own evil.

And the thing is, in the specific context of Joker, it has become this almost loving, adoring symbiotic relationship; Joker has willingly shaped himself to fit the outline of an evil that Batman needs to defeat, he has become the sin that Batman can overcome so he can stay a saint. I actually have a draft on this that i never finished, a meta about how all the coloring choices in Joker's design eerily resemble the different color stages of a wound and the bruising after, how Batman almost feels like Jesus with Joker as his side wound, Joker being the price he pays and the pain he goes through for his martyrdom in order to stay pure, for his idealogy to have any form of meaning and significance, Joker being his very own holy suffering.

We fundamentally understand reality in form of contrasts, internal ones, external ones. As you very well pointed out, without an innate sense of contrast, we cease to have any form of coherent grasp on different concepts, and they start to sort of become noise, they become nothing. Would you truly understand what a day was and grasp it as a concept if it wasn't followed by a night? So like, what i'm saying is, people around Bruce/Batman become what he needs because they love him and they want to help him keep his narrative, the structure of his psyche intact. They help him stay 'him' by taking on the burden of what he doesn't want to be, he subconsciously shapes them in the image of what he needs to uphold his identity as a good person. This is why Alfred becomes Joker to save him, this is why Selina is the more socially acceptable pretty Joker that Bruce can actually marry and bring to his family, this is why Joker and Batman feel like they can never escape their narrative, their roles and their performance. It's the reason the moment Batman lurches to kill The Riddler in "the war of jokes and riddles", Joker stops his knife with his hand. It's their defined roles, and the greatest act of love that noone except Joker would show him. Joker says "I'm the sacrifice. I'm the evil, i'm the one who kills, i have made this choice so you can make yours. You're the good one. If you become evil, it renders both your efforts and my sacrifice meaningless, and i can not allow that to happen." And it's a truly fascinating dynamic really, for all that Joker has and hasn't done throughout the Batmanverse history, when it comes to Batman he's irredeemably selfless. Everything he does regarding Batman is to keep Batman's sense of goodness and heroism intact, and in this context he's more pure than him. Everyone around Batman wants him to kill, perhaps rightfully so, they mean well. But Joker says "i'll bear all the unbearable evil so you dont have to, and we both acutely understand that without my existence you mean nothing. I will be the monster so you dont have to." And honest to god there's a heartbreaking affection to this, something noone else will ever be willing or want to offer to Bruce, not to this extent.

in 'the war of jokes and riddles' Bruce tells Selina that "what separates him from utter evil is a hand on his knife. Joker's hand." like bro, he knows. In a deeply twisted and gutwrenching way Bruce knows that noone loves him the way Joker does.

• Re: combining Joker and Batman's heads and bodies, i was thinking.... two concepts maybe?? 👀 one is more like the Dullahan myth, in which Batman loses his head but he isn't carrying it, Joker steals it. And then Joker loses his head and Batman has to keep it and he's forced to use it. It'd be an insanely fun concept; the Dullahan myth can be interpreted as the idea of death of self by supposedly losing all that would make you human; your thoughts and memories and logic, etc. Except that you still have a heart, and a body, and they're not exactly cooperative. It'd be fun to have Joker's mind trying to tame Batman's heart and body, each fighting and singing their own song, same for Batman. A version of the myth has Dullahan carrying a human spine in one hand, and i mean, the possibilities are endless!

But also another concept would be: two frankenstein monsters lmaooo, same sense of discordent internal landscape, same sense of ideological tension and conflict, but also someone's gotta [tw mentions of gore] chop chop them and sew their body parts together, and that can be another interesting element added to their fucked up dynamic ✨️ it can also be Joker as Dr Frankensten and he sews parts of himself to Batman in order to save him!

• Re: Batman Who Laughs, oh girl (gn), i have nothing to add that you haven't already said more beautifully than me. There's so much emotional nuance and complex philosophy that could've gone into that concept, it's certainly one of the hardest Batman story variations to pull off, and weirdly enough, the people who dont directly aim for "Batman becomes Joker/Joker becomes Batman" stories often tell a better more intricate tale about that transformation than the people who straight up shoot for the concept. One of the things that always sends a chill down my spine is the ending of Batman: Europa, in which Joker is terrified and screaming as Batman laughs and lurches for him; that's the dynamic, that's the Batman who laughs, and the most unsettling part of it is that, Batman doesn't change. He doesn't have to. On a core level he is quite frankly a bit fucked up, it's not a stretch for Batman to be evil, and that's why his goodness is meaningful. Cue Nietsche's quote, "Of all evil I deem you capable: Therefore I want good from you. Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws." Batman is not a good guy entirely, and that makes his goodness a conscious choice with so much weight and worth and significance. I dont think a lot of DC people understand this.

With Batman Who Laughs, the name kinda sums up the take unfortunately; it's a superficial interpretation that falls flat on its own face because the writers couldn't be assed to explore how a chemical combination of Batman and Joker's narrative would unfold. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ as with any potent chemical reaction, the mixture is highly unstable and unpredictable, and that's the fucking fun of it. There's gotta be tension. I do think Batman and Joker can very well mix, i do think they can make a seamless fusion, but i dont trust any canon DC writers to handle the characterization well in a way that doesn't bore you out of your fucking mind. You gotta make a new person and you gotta capitalise on the core components both Batman and Joker share; their incessant sense of idealism, their need for purity, their volatile emotions and their aggression, their need to individuate from their context and deviate from the norm, take the third way out narrative wise, their philosophical and intellectual bend, their immense grief, their need to be oh so special and different 😂 they actually have a whole lot in common, this is why they're perfect enemies!

But yeah, writing that personality fusion is very hard because it's such an emotionally complex context and most DC writers have not felt a single emotion in the past 35 years aflhdtdhlf

Anyway yep i love your brain so SO much Anon, hope you have a wonderful day ❤️💕 and dont forget to tell me what ya think!!

#the way this ask had me scrambling through my desktop blog to find posts and then i realised that i dont like my desktop theme #so i overhauled the whole theme while i was writing this lmaooo #anyway yeah. goddd i need to finish that jesus/side wound meta one day.#it's a bit above my paygrade because i thought i'm pulling one single thread but turns out it was a whole 9 yard yarn pile #with three cats entangled in it #but the gist is more or less the same #but also ''what do you get through combining two idealogies of making everything matter and taking meaning from everything''#i need to gay lay down a bit. maybe die a little #i think they're not a single identity in this framework; they're cycles. you understand them as they continue each other #the way spring sprouts from the belly of winter; winter spreads from the spring's belly; they be like dat #anyway Anon you're out here working all my 2.5 braincells overtime godbless ❤️💕#Batman #Batman meta #Batjokes #Batjokes meta

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Luna Gets Even Bigger, Part III

Like the end of the first trimester, the end of the second similarly left you belly the size it was when you gave birth the second time. Enormously full and fat. Of course, the fact that you haven't been able to move for five months really did a number on both your poor, overburdened belly and the rest of your body. Your body is an avalanche of fat, driven by both your enormous fetuses' insistence on eating the most fattening foods nonstop and your singular desire to get as inhumanly large as possible, pinned down under this mound of your husband's creation. He knows he's responsible for this. He has pangs of guilt over the fact that he got you this pregnant at this point, but those are quickly brushed aside when he sees you lying there, begging for him to stuff you, and not just with food. Even as enormous as you are, he can't keep away from your insanely pregnant body. Both he and you are surprised at how he can have his way with you at your size, but he does, and he does it well. You're worried that you'll crush him, but he's just fine, still eager to please you and serve you. Your mind just melts even further whenever he's around, knowing that in spite of your pleading, he's the one who's ultimately responsible for putting you in this state. You just can't contain yourself!

Seven months in, your belly is twice the size of your body, even at its already enormous size. Eight months in, it's three times. You're wondering if your room can contain you. Your belly is getting dangerously close to brushing the ceiling. Though you seem to be in a permanently excited state with all of this belly growing beyond even your wildest dreams, you are somehow even more excited. You're nothing but a baby factory, a womb with limbs attached, a true breeding sow, dedicated to nothing but eating and pumping out babies. There are simply no other thoughts in your head. You bloated, fat, pregnant cow! Grazing all day long and making yourself unable to move at only a month in! Your greed for both big babies and food making you push the confines of your room!

Exactly nine months after you conceive, that scenario comes true. You can feel your belly button brush the ceiling. Your mind runs wild, struggling to comprehend how massive the twenty enormous babies that your husband put in your belly that made you gorge yourself nonstop to get to this point. For most, the possibility of even becoming this pregnant is horrifying, but for you, there is nothing you'd rather do. Pinned underneath this mountain of your husband's creation. No way out except giving birth. And just like the last two times, your due date came and went without even a contraction. Your babies are stuck inside of you for the long haul.

Remember when you thought you'd go over half a ton this pregnancy? That seems to be low-balling it. You are simply enormous. Your belly is now pushing hard into your bedroom ceiling, still growing larger and larger as you glut yourself at the gnawing insistence of your brood. You worry that it will break through the ceiling if you're pregnant for much longer, not that you will be. You're two weeks past your due date, and you know what that means. It's time for your doctor to induce you. You want nothing more but to be pregnant forever, a bloated, fattened, dumb cow doing nothing but stuffing her face, growing babies inside of her, and being pleasured by her man. But this is reality, and reality means that you must give birth. This record-breaking pregnancy has come to its end. You have now brought an insane number of forty children into the world over the course of your marriage.

After that, you're just lying there, unable to get up again. You NEED to get pregnant again. You know you probably shouldn't, but as we've come to learn, we know that isn't going to stop you or your husband. Your eyes glaze over in bliss, thinking just how enormous you're going to get next time.

Fin

God I love this~

The idea of being pinned underneath my colossal pregnant belly, as it groans and gurgles due to its sheer size and the contents within, dozens upon dozens of overweight babies + metric gallons of amniotic fluids sloshing around + a truckload of fattening food crammed into my bowels which is almost constantly getting refilled with more. The floor creaking loudly underneath me as if I’m going to break through the floorboards at any moment. Fat, rotund thighs thicker than tree trunks. Swollen ankles, swollen feet, even my wrists and hands are all puffy. 2000 pounds of pregnant woman.

Me huffing and puffing and sweating in this humid, musky room I’m stuck in. This maternal smell emanating from my crevices and folds. Moaning and groaning, ready to explode. My fat meaty pussy like a giant clam, all bloated and swollen as a lake’s worth of amniotic fluids rests against my bulging cervix, the floodgates barely able to withstand the pressure.

But I’m so happy and so content~😍😍😍

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ohmygodtheywereparabatai · 1 month

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i wanted to invite a conversation about this because it’s genuinely been bothering me for a long time. and i in fact wasn’t immune to it either and am just now realizing this is the power of cinematic brainwashing.

but like, tgm is so many bad things. sexist, racist, ageist, to scratch the tip of the iceberg. token characters that meet the bare minimum for diversity, and sidelined women - i’d even say exploited women. a narrative that is so egocentric that it’s miraculous that some characters manage to hold their own instead of being swept under the charismatic magnetism of the reckless bad boy character who can get away with murder because deep down, he’s regretful, and he has a good heart.

what a shallow representation of the military, and what a disservice to those who were inspired to join because they thought the real life experience would mirror even a fraction of what is presented on screen. the reality is that there was never a competition to win a top gun trophy, and in fact today you have to pay 5$ at the top gun school if you even mention the film. that speaks for itself.

tom cruise being a huge part of the production process has made it impossible for me not to hold him responsible for the choices that have been made. to even subtitle the sequel movie with “Maverick”, the same protagonist as in the first one, comes across as insanely egotistical - and honestly a testament to how mav’s story manages to drown out the autonomy and validity of other characters. i’ll explain this terms of ice, penny, carole, and charlie. you’ll notice how i’m gonna be bringing up three women.

ice-

i don’t care that val kilmer gave the okay on using his cancer as a plot point. i care that cancer was not only used as a plot point, but treated like this ^

“i’m dying. you have bigger problems.”

the original script seems to peel back the layers of tgm’s intended messaging, so i’m using several examples. this is what is being communicated. i honestly don’t know what else to add. in or out of context, this is incredibly disturbing - and that it’s played as a self-aware quip from ice, even more so. the bond of wingmen goes both ways, and i just didn’t see that… if anything, that aspect leaned so heavily on the first film (the photo of them smiling at each other) that it just proves my point. it took ice’s death for mav to get up off his ass and do something to keep his career afloat besides get a cop-out from the compacflt. ice in the first movie was a compelling antagonist and voice of reason - now he’s mostly relegated to the role of babysitter, denying mav’s character the growth of accountability by simply erasing his poor choices with a phone call.

it’s why the darkstar scene pisses me off. to stop at mach 10 would have been fine, but to push it just for the sake of it is ridiculous. the fact that earlier mav states “i know what happens to everyone else if i don’t” in regards to his decision only makes this screw-up more laughable, because to me it’s the very contradiction of maverick: his intentions do not balance with his actions. costing the military millions of dollars in a few seconds somehow balances with his heartfelt desire to protect the interests of its workforce.

penny-

shortly before, during, and after this screenshot, i counted a total of 6 times that penny made it clear she would not appreciate mav’s advances. regardless, mav goes on to say “you look good”. this flirtation happens before mav is even aware of her marital status, as he asks amelia “where’s your dad?” in a later scene… which… dear god.

penny also says “it always ends the same with us, so let’s not start this time”, indicating this is a repeated pattern in which her boundaries weren’t respected and moreover, the relationship ended up failing. yet this is framed as the main romance of tgm, a wonderful and nostalgic callback to the original that ends as stereotypically as possible.

i love penny. she’s witty, caring, independent, and of course stunning. so i find her treatment in tgm a disservice to what started out as a rich and compelling character. she later ends up mav’s shoulder to cry on, more or less, comforting him after losing his wingman and his position as instructor. the song “hold my hand” is thematically suited for penny, playing in the background at the bar and in the notes of the score during her scenes - even musically, she is turned into a source of consolation first, and her own woman second. she’s his prize at the end of the film, falling for the promise “i’m never gonna leave you again”, which i don’t buy for a second. they fly into the sunset, presumably signifying a new horizon for their relationship - but i feel so dissatisfied with this arc for her and think she deserved much better.

that mav gets away with this behavior is something i’d like to see more people reflect on. it seems to be a pattern with male protagonists, in which case the function of male and protagonist in hollywood cinema needs an examination.

carole-

top gun (1986):

this is an especially crude exploitation to me. not only is carole the one consoling a young maverick (if a full-fledged 24 year old can be called young, in light of the tendency people have to dismiss his choices in ‘86) after his mistake costs her own husband his life… but her stance, even following a tragedy of that magnitude, didn’t change. goose would have flown anyway, and she knows that well enough - on top of that, it’s easy to see she would have supported him.

it came as a surprise to me that she wouldn’t in turn support her own son, who is clearly committed to a career as a pilot. in the end, i see a cheap narrative device that contradicts carole’s character, undermines her strength as a wife and mother, both in order to serve the interests of the plot. maverick in tgm needs a viable reason to hide a secret, to be tortured by his own consequences, to put further strain on his tension with bradley. there were plenty of other ways to do it, but the fact that it was this leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

charlie-

it’s my understanding that tom cruise’s personal reason (his excuse) for not bringing back charlie was that he didn’t like how their relationship ended. if there’s any source confirming or denying this, i’d appreciate a link.

anyways. yeah. this is… a huge problem with hollywood at large, which kelly mcgillis understands, but i’ll break it down. there’s a simpler reason this pisses me off more than anything. tgm’s entire subject matter is about repairing relationships. penny benjamin was dredged out of obscurity to do it. maverick and rooster’s grudge of 30+ years was used to do it. iceman’s character, as warped as he feels, is another way the film made this its theme. but charlie is out of the question?

that val kilmer could be asked to return, and make an insane amount of money for each second he’s on screen, but such an opportunity is never given to kelly mcgillis, who herself centers on the 1986 poster, speaks volumes to me. tom cruise even planted his foot when it came to reprising iceman, saying he wouldn’t do this movie without val in it.

it’s worth mentioning that viper and slider were also present at ice’s funeral, but this scene was cut out. for a film that’s quite heavy-handed with its nostalgic callbacks, this was an odd decision. until realizing, as my friend put it, that even ice’s death couldn’t be about him, whether it had brought in his own teacher or his rio - his goose. it had to revolve around mav, to catalyze a turning point for him in the plot.

also… a shoutout to the erasure of sarah kazansky, pretty much everywhere. that also tells me a lot.

…

this was just a dissection of the various character portrayals (or absences) in tgm that have bothered me since forever. this isn’t even going into how tgm accomplishes everything that propaganda sets out to do. combinations of stunning visuals, soaring music composed by masters like hans zimmer, the charismatic power of a cast packed with stars… all play a role in the blinding awesomeness of tgm, which has taken me this long to break away from.

consider the white/poc duos in the film: maverick and hondo, hangman and coyote, cyclone and warlock. who has more lines? who plays a greater role? why is that?

i don’t see this as real diversity. it masquerades as inclusion, which i find worse. and to cast an actor of asian descent, and give him the callsign yale? … wow.

framing is powerful. its influence in cinematography is unmatched. a story is being constructed and told not only through dialogue, but sound, visuals, editing… really, nothing can be dismissed as insignificant. i’m not asking for a scholarly interrogation of all media you consume, though, that would be so excellent, and so healthy… but i am trying to raise these questions in the community, of what gets lost when a main character is so overwhelmingly main. when someone like tc has so much control over the decision-making process, since it’s sort of a running joke that maverick is a tc self-insert. my focus isn’t the inclusions, but the exclusions.

and finally, since i’ve unfortunately spent a lot of life writing this post… it’s interesting to me that many viewers in hindsight seem to see top gun 1986 so differently. as kids, they sided with mav over the antagonist. an older audience returning to the first film now seem to side with iceman, seeing him as the rational one attempting to raise important points. i wonder if this will be the case with top gun: maverick in the future. in which case, i’m excited to see more cyclone fans. he’s my favorite character… unsurprisingly.

oh. one last thing.

“the man, the myth, the legend” … the word myth has two meanings:

…

happy reading.

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chocotonez · 1 year

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jake sim w/ an aloof girlfriend

a/n: to clarify the request was for “tsundere” but I’m very sorry as English is not my first language and it was not translating well becuz there were just so much content ?? ANYWAYANHWAH!! thanks to the one who requested such a scenario ❤️

cw/genre: swearing, babying of reader, jake being a flirt n tease, reader referred to with she/her pronouns and as “girlfriend,” fluff, and lmk if anything else should be tagged! (not proofread and wrote on phone while watching John Wick)

-he finds you so adorable it’s insane

-he understands your aggressive-awkwardness and accommodates to it (helping you get out of unwanted situations, making sure not to push any touchy subjects), but he can’t help it

-the way you pout and hide, or the way your eyes widen because of his flirty remarks, so cute!!

-he couldn’t help it he just wanted to kiss u all over ur pretty face <3

-hates when people call you “bitchy”, points out double standard bullshit where if you were a guy ur personality would seem desirable but “ooooh since my pretty sexy beautiful girlfriend is a woman suddenly she can’t be stoic mf”

-he’s your hype man! you shy up or get all nervy because of some social situations he takes the lead

-he understands your love language, and is very patient and tolerant and is amused by your antics

-“love you so much honey!!” and you’ll just go 😧😐 “l-love you too??”

-he never pushes you too far out of your boundaries, be as vulnerable as you need or want to bbg, he understands

-patient and takes time to understand your love languages and your sort of subtle indications of affection

-sometimes there are things you just can’t bring yourself to express because that’s just so…scary so you write it down or text it to him

-has collections/screenshots of any sorta cute messages you send?

-some of his faves are: “sorry I can be so aloof sometimes. I really do love you”, “thank you for always being so understanding of me,” and “I love you.”

-he really likes showing you off

-“hi guys my name is Jake and I love my girlfriend”

-has an account dedicated solely to you and you are always just so embarrassed to see it or whenever he brings it up because how do you love anyone that much?? Especially you??

-always so reassuring and kind but

-he just has to make you blush a little bit ;)

-“hey cutie, aren’t you looking adorable today?” or pinching your cheeks if you dart away from eye contact

-loves it if you’re shorter he thinks you’re literally just grumpy cat

-never messes around too much w your emotions tho >:3 just enough to see you blush teehee

-overall he likes seeing you smile, making you blush, coddling you, babying you, playing with your hair, giggling, poking your cheeks, god you’re so cute

-ok I need to stop before I start rambling.

-jk just a few more words

-I think he’s very aware of when you’re genuinely uncomfortable by any sort of affectionate actions

-so he always makes sure you’re safe and okay mentally/emotionally

-but he also just really like seeing you smile/giggle so sometimes he really lays down the compliments

-he does it all to get a reaction out of you, to see you blush or laugh, but not for his entertainment

-he just lives for those rare moments of your happiness <3

-OKAY now I’m done

#enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enha x reader #enhypen jake x reader #jake sim x reader #jake sim fluff #enhypen fluff

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k-wavehours · 1 year

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I'm on my knees I need nsfw Alva hcs please (yes I'm also very normal about that old man)

/cracks knuckles/ here we go this is what I've been waiting for

Alva fucker nation rise up

Going to TOWN on this please DNI if you are not 18+ Khai is going insane on this

Lets get a scenario cooked up first kind of based on my last Alva ask I answered.

You find him reading something in the library after a very late match. What happened that match? Well I'll spell it out for you. You were being a little prick. You took advantage of Alva's poor weak heart and his outpouring love for you by being the only one to rescue your teammates (some of which you didn't even really like). You weren't even a big rescuer! You knew you could still win the match by taking advantage of his desire not to down you in a match. How cruel. You approach him as usual from behind his seat to see what he's so focused on. He knows you're there but he doesn't turn to greet you like he normally would.

Petty.

You aren't having any of that so you come around and crawl into his lap and ask if he's mad at you for figuring out his weakness in matches. He says nothing, but his eyes haven't moved at all to indicate he was still reading what was in his hand. You lean in to kiss him when he grabs your face to hold you away. You know he's mad at you but he can't possibly stay mad forever (and he won't). You apologize for taking advantage of him that match despite knowing it'll probably happen again. He accepts your "apology" and lets go of you, so you then go back to doing what you were going to do initially. His electrical scars are his weakest points on his body and you know that.

To wrap this up quick kissing up his scarred neck and face eventually leads him to taking you right there in the library. Thank the gods no one else is up at this ungodly hour.

Hold on I am not done it's actual headcanon time!

He's more than likely had some experience so he knows what he's doing. He's a scholarly man and learns quickly, so he'll find your weak spots faster than you find all of his.

He doesn't have a very high libido but he can go from 0 to 100 real quick if you push the right buttons.

As we know, he is very tall. He knows his size too. He prefers taking you in ways he can stand up. This can include bending you over a raised surface, sitting you up on that raised surface so you can get your legs around his hips, or he'll straight up say "fuck it" and pick you up. He's not opposed to letting you ride him either he LOVES it. He'll go in for the sidebite too (he usually likes to be the big spoon). He'll also use his lil electricity conjuring ability to shock you too if you're into that.

The way he behaves during these times all depends on you. You like being submissive and can't dom at all? Fine by him! He's a switch but you won't know unless you ask to do something to him. (side rant please look at his S tier do you SEE that mask? Muzzle? I don't care that could be a surprise tool to help you later if you want to take the role of dominant).

Now one of my favorite parts. His voice. You heard it in his intro trailer and in the season 22 essence 3 trailer. His little purrs of praise towards you is enough to get you off (or is that just me? Probably not). When he's close to his release you will know. He stops running his mouth and his breathing becomes tapered and he lets out the sexiest whimpers known to man I stg.

After the fun activities of the evening or whenever sexy time occurs he does his best to help clean up, after setting his joints of course. Sorry but it has to be done you had him on his back for a while it got stiff.

Aside from that silliness because tbh I'd laugh at him a little he'll get you anything you need if you ask or accept any offers from him.

I want to fuck this guy so bad can't you tell by this whole essay? Thanks for reading <3

#idv hermit #idv x reader #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #identity v x reader #alva lorenz

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siremasterlawrence · 5 months

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Playing! Toying With Elves

I hear the rustle of jingle jangle bells racing from the ceiling awaking me up as I get up from bed rolling off and get into my slippers as they stand up waltzing past the room in to the hallway and down through the stair case to the main room. Sneaking down to the last step I can’t see it all except a miraculously Christmas gift left on the counter under tree I walking past it my hand drops and picks up the gifts pop it open a flow of Christmas red, green, blue and gold energy. The house glows up brimming with pure and undeniable excitement at sight of yellow like portals appearing over his head descending on to the ground are the elves of various bit and types matching me with magic abilities like I have never seen before.The five elves raise their hands together in the air setting the power in to the air swirling all in one they begin to shift my entire room with decorations covering every inch of the home. They pound on the door as all of it the door comes undone as we are exiting the room and suddenly I am hailed down with snow.

“Holt on the honor of the guard.” Chris yells with a hand out to stop me.

“Who dares to enter the North Pole?” Tom swears with crossed arms.

“I am Lawrence, elves entered my home more like infiltrating and brought me here.” I swear.

“I - I - I …your voice is so beautiful.”

“Why? What do you mean?”

“You compel me”

“Tell me what you want “

“We will move mountains for you “

“Kneel for me”

“Yes Master”

“How is this….this cannot be”

“We are connected in the multiverse “

“Please! I assume you will”

“Take control “

“Own us”

“North Pole is our home”

“You are our heart “

“We are in flux”

“Consumed in him”

“Desperate for your attention “

“Gasp for your air “

“Rise up! Meet my gaze”

“You both are in love with me”

“Insanely, obsessed “

“Must have me”

“Everything about me is perfection”

“So lustful to be at my whim”

“A desire for my beck and call”

“I am all you care about and know”

“I make you whole “

Elves Chris and Tom pushing fast me behind them so quickly they block me as we happily approach the North Pole two more guards are now confronting me to which Tom and Chris are angry throwing shade their way weapons galore appear. Tom unleashes the sheath along wound a shield going toe to toe with with Stephen both swords cross as the sound of metal blade’s constantly hitting one another as they go on attack then spark in the magic start to sparkle sprinkling every where. Elves Chris goes on defense with a magic wand launching a spell at Henry who is the the third Elf in charge using snow with a thunderstorm shooting a wintry mix as he is a super power Master against Elve Henry who falters and Henry’s body froze on to command. Henry stomps his wand in to the misty snow covered mountain area blowing all sorts wintry horror on to Chris smacks him across the room and the lights heat up melting the landscape of my power unknown, insurmountable, and unbelievably indescribably.

“Who are you?”

“The ruler of this land “

“No!”

“That is Santa”

“No longer “

“Join us”

“Serve him”

“Obey”

“Obey…OBEY “

“Mmmmmm”

“Resist “

“Don’t give in Henry “

“I already did”

“You betrayed him”

“Fuck Saint Nick”

“Blasphemy “

“Mmmhhhaaa”

“You have forsaken too”

“No”

“Why are you so hard?”

“Turned on”

“Admit it”

“Be naughty “

“Never nice “

“Oh God!”

“Oooohhhh”

“Forgive me Santa”

“I away the forbidden desire”

“I am a bad boi”

“We are all naughty for Lawrence”

“It seems we are in a impasse “

“Fight us or be one with us Tyler?”

“Fuck! I love being naughty “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

The end

#chris evans #tom hardy #santa claus #elves #magic #spell #hypnosis #mind control #reprogramming #Hypno elves #naughty or nice #mind corruption #fun

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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Can you do a part 2 to the Stannis x Reader x Tywin

Stannis and Tywin are greedy and want her awake and aware with both of them inside her? They want her to cum around both of them. Then maybe a scene where they sneak away from a feast and have their way with her in the gardens too? They just can’t get enough of their sweet bride?

I’m sorry if I’m being greedy, your work is just so amazing!!

Thank you for all that you do!

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

You were shaking completely against Stannis. His muscled, bare chest on display as your ample breasts brushed against them. His cock buried deep inside you, like it always seemed to be. All you could do was take it and you enjoyed every moment. Your body constantly hummed in desire.

“Do you think you are ready?” Tywin whispered into your ear; softly nibbling on your earlobe as he hummed. “Fuck, she loves your voice.” Stannis couldn’t help but tease. His groans falling out as you clamped around him. The lion’s chuckles only darkened as he began to hotly mouth at your neck.

“I don…I don’t think you can fit..” You whimpered out. Ever since the first night; they had tried again and again. “Shh, I think we might..look at how wet you are.” Stannis purred; tapping your clit for you to hear the obscene sounds. Your pretty eyes widened as you whimpered; jolting at his touch.

“You sound more than ready.” Tywin hummed. Your legs shook as you felt his fat head brush against your clit like that first night. Luckily, you didn’t pass out but you were so close. Your heart was pounding into your ears as your lips parted in a silent scream. “Fuck..” He grunted as his head moved in; brushing against Stannis once more.

He waited for you to calm even as your wetness was squirting out already. Gods, he couldn’t stop himself. Usually, the lion had such patience but not now, not with you. One snap of his hips and he bottomed. “Oh gods!!” You screamed out. Your body is completely shaking as your squirting continued.

“Fuck, good girl..that’s it, fucking take it.” Stannis purred into your ear; bringing you impossibly closer whilst only having them falling deeper inside you. You whined and babbled absolute nonsense as your arms looped around his neck. “Fuck, so good..” Tywin purred into your ear too.

Your nails moved over Stannis’ back as you tried to keep conscious. “Doing so well for us. Such a pretty baby.” Tywin hummed before passionately capturing your soft lips. The act was sloppy and wet as he sucked on your tongue, taking your breath away. It wasn’t long before they slowly began to thrust.

“Oh my ……” You were speechless. You could only move with them as your legs continued to shake. The thickness drove you insane as your spongy spot was pushed with each thrust. “Fuck,, look at her.” Stannis hummed; those dark eyes of his looked down to where he was pushing inside you.

His cock was covered in your cream. The feel of Tywin’s cock brushing against his own had him shivering. “You’ll be bred so good tonight.” The lion whispered into your ear; but you could hardly hear him. The pleasure embedded in your bones. “Cum for us…cum now.” He ordered you.

Stannis leaned forward and hotly captured your soft nipple; biting on you and listening to your screams. You squirted around their cocks; nearly pushing them out as you gushed but the two of them continued to fuck you harder. They prolonged your release whilst chasing their own climax.

“I am surprised they are not with a child yet.” Cersei whispered around the goblet of wine she sipped at. The twins watched as their father easily led you out with a gentle hand; Stannis not far behind. Jamie only chuckled; shaking his head before reaching for his own drink that he easily downed.

“Please…” You whimpered out; the top of your dress unclasped with your breasts bouncing in front of the lion. His hands tightened their hold on your hips as his cock pushed against your spongy spot again and again. The moonlight so beautifully shined down on the water and then onto you.

The rest of your moans were muffled as Stannis gently pushed your head towards his already leaking hard cock. You whimpered; those eyes of yours so wide as your hot mouth slowly engulfed him. Your gagging already began but he still gently pushed you further down as you continued to bounce.

Tywin’s hand moved to your arse and began to palm you, helping you move as he quickened his thrusts. Your stomach was easily tightening in pleasure as your mind was beginning to soften once more. “Good girl..hmm, look at you taking us both.” Stannis hummed; his hips began to rock.

He fucked your hot mouth whilst you moaned and gagged some more; the vibration brushing against him. Your delicate tongue moved up and down his length before you sucked on his leaking head. Your eyes locked onto him from under your lashes as you whimpered against him some more.

Tywin’s hand slowly moved to your soaked pussy. His fingers brushing over your clit again and again. Your eyes fluttered at the pleasure racing through you. Your soft tongue swirling around his head. You kitten licked the cum coming your way before his fingers moved into your locks once more.

Stannis flooded your mouth as he brought you further down his cock. Your gagging only brought him over the edge. The feel of him pushed you to your own climax as you squirted around Tywin’s still pounding cock. His hold on you was going to leave bruises in the morning; you were sure of it…and you wanted it badly.

They had completely ruined you. The pleasure you had known nothing about only days prior seemingly ruled your days now. Tywin forced you down full onto his cock; his fat head pushing deeper as his cum filled you. You collapsed against his chest as Stannis’ cock slipped from your mouth.

You pant for breath as your legs still shake. You burrowed into Tywin’s neck now as he chuckled into your ear. Stannis leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your temple; softly humming as his fingers moved through your hair. Tywin whispered sweet nothings as you burrowed further into him.

#tywin lannister x reader #stannis baratheon x reader #soulmate au #request

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kaylalovesmaneskin · 1 year

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Hate sex

A/n:heyyy loves I just wanted to say that this story is for my dearest friend of mine and I know how much he loves Sherlock Holmes from Moriarty the Patriot so I decided I would do a nice little sweet smut for him bc I just love my bestie @ellior1111

Warning:swearing choking kissing and a whole lots of smut enjoy dears

Summary:you and Sherlock have been threatening rivals but what happens when the tables turn

Paring:Sherlock Holmes X fem!reader

“I fucking hate you." you yelled, looking him deadly in his so freaking beautiful eyes that drove you insane. “Oh is that so?." he chuckles, stepping closer to me. You keep on going backwards until your back hits the wall. “Yes" your voice suddenly didn't sound so steady anymore. “Then show me just how much you hate me."

“How?" You whisper against his lips. “Sherlock!" You shout again, because as the seconds pass he doesn't answer you, instead he turns around so that his back is now facing you. “Answer me for fucks sake." suddenly he turns around again, presses you against the wall again, a hand around your throat. “I'll show you" he whispers angrily, pressing his body into yours. “I hate you." he kisses you roughly, his grip on your throat losing. “I hate you for turning me on." He looks you in the eyes. It felt oddly good seeing him out of control and so turned on, by no one other than you . His lips are so insistent, desperate, as they press against yours. He's putting everything he can into this kiss, and then some more. Showing you his aggressive feelings with it. You didn't need words for what y’all wanted to express, all the lust and feelings, the actions spoke for themselves.

His hands are gripping your hips, pulling you even closer to him and giving me the chance to feel the need he felt. All of it your groans are swallowed by his mouth, soothed with his tongue. Your hands moved from his messy hair down to his broad shoulders, in the same moment his hands wander from your waist down to cupping your ass. He nuzzles against your neck before dragging his teeth against the pulse and suckling right below the corner of your jaw. It feels so fucking amazing.

He grabs your leg and hitches it over his hip, pressing his hardened length against you. The only thing that separates y’all is your clothes. You gasp when he thrusts upward, pushing you into the wall. Another moan escaped your mouth, which caused him to smile against my neck. "Y/n." he says huskily against your lips.

It sounds like he just swallowed a cup of gravel. It is so sexy. "Make that noise again." The way he almost demanded you to do that, to the way his voice rasped

against your throat sent a shiver down your spine, it just made that yearning in between your thighs and that desperation for him grow. You know you need him. Now.

"Only if you keep doing that." you breathed back, looking down at him, your legs still wrapped around his torso as you were pressed against the wall. He stood up a little straighter, so his eyes are level with yours. Slowly he pushed his hips- and throbbing erection-against you. Every inch of you was on fire, burning with desire, that grew with every touch, building and pulsing harder with every bump of his hips against your. Being this close to his face gave you a good chance to memorize him. His face was just so goddamn perfect in angles and skin tone, and in so many more ways.

You Hate it. But then Sherlock distracts you from hating how perfect he is, when he cups one of your boobs with his hands. You stand again, pressed against the wall. Because his hands are no longer holding you, they're focused on something else. His thumb grazed over your nipple and that breathy gasp he loved so much came out of your mouth again. He smirks, but you lean in and easily kiss that smirk away with your mouth. Oh how many times you wanted to do that. All you needed was him to be closer, closer, closer, Please, dear God, get closer you can't get enough. You know such a thing as mind reading doesn't exist but it seemed like he read your thoughts, because only moments later he picks you up again like you weighed nothing and carries you all the way to his bed. There he just throws you onto it and watches you for some seconds laying there, breathing heavily. “What are you waiting for?" You asked, slightly annoyed because he let you there, waiting.

“Just enjoying seeing you like this." he smirked before he pulled his shirt over his head. And oh my, believe me when you tell me your jaw DROPPED.“Sometimes I want to rip your pretty head off, but tonight your shirt will do." he said before leaning over you , giving you one rough kiss before you heard a ripping sound. And in the next second you're only laying under him with your bra on. He begins kissing down your stomach, until he reaches your soft spot, his hands are still caressing your boobs. You try to keep quiet while he sends shivers with his tongue and both of his hands through my whole body. “Don't you dare stay quiet. I want to hear you" he says looking up at me. And normally you don't like men who order you around, or being told what to do in general. But now? You’re so fucking turned on by Sherlock

dominant way of talking. So turned on that you already start feeling this coiling in your lower stomach. This time you're not quiet while you moan, about to cum. Your hands are searching for something to hold onto, they find they're way automatically into Sherlock's hair. Your skin is hot. So hot. Almost burning from the spring inside you that is begging to be released and to fly through me. “Sherlock." You breathe out, he doesn't look up, instead he keeps on teasing you with his tongue, adding his fingers and rubbing on your sweet spot. You couldn't hold it back anymore, you fully cum into his mouth with a loud moan of relief. “I'm not finished with you" Sherlock says with his husky voice, kissing you once again.

“Neither am l.” You look at him with a smirk before turning you around, now sitting on his erection. “Atta Girl! you wanna ride me huh?" he grabs your hips and smiles at you, a little surprised. “You act like a stubborn horse all the time, might as well right you like one now.” He says you smile into his neck, slowly bending down and moving your hips back and forth. You guide him inside of you sucking in a sharp breath at the feel of him, your hands press against his chest to stabilize yourself. “Fuck Y/n" his voice strains as his fingers dig into your hips. You slowly start to rise before pushing down again. You want him so fucking badly. He begins to guide you up and down, until y’all find a tempo that makes your head drop back. “You're so hot. Riding me like you're desperate for my cock.” “I'd say you're desperate" you breathe out. Even when we're fucking we can't stop arguing. And you are here for it. A tingling sensation runs up your spine as you continue to ride him, instincts taking over. Sherlock's eyes Are half closed, his mouth half open. You fucking love the sight of him at my mercy. His fingers sink even deeper into your hip bones, taking all the control you're willing to give him. Everything Fades as the pleasure builds inside

of you , and before you cum for the and time today you start to rise and push yourself down faster as ever. That's when a relentless surge of pleasure takes over your body. Only seconds later you feel him fill you from the inside, coming too.

Never thought hate sex would be so great.

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