natassjaineternalthirst

[natassjaineternalthirst]

Let’s cuddle

But with my cock all the way inside of you, and watch tv while every so often I just thrust to make you moan.

[natassjaineternalthirst]

Sex With The Corinthian Would Include

Pairing: Corinthian x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings: Smut +The Corinthian = This

Notes: I was going to write a full fic, but I’m tired and this is the only way I can get all my ideas into 1 fic. Also, the requester did say “anything” with the Corinthian, so I think I’m safe! (Also, the Corinthian is gay in the comments, but apparently Pansexual in the show. Which is great for me because now I can write stuff like this)

Requested by: @antionfire

God, where do I start...?

First off, this man is very dominant. Loves having complete control when he uses you.

The Corinthian is a flirt (this is canon), and definitely a tease.

He'll have you wound up and begging before he even starts to touch you. The sounds of your begging are like music to his ears.

He loves having you suck him off. Pulling on your hair as he towers over you.

Breath control is a big thing for him, his hand on your throat as he fucks you. The idea of your life in his hand definitely turns him on

He wouldn't actually kill you, enjoying the sex way too much. And he enjoys that you trust him

Other kinks include... basically everything. He's not picky.

Definitely into knives.

And also into both edging and overstimulation, obviously.

Likes the whining noises you make when he takes away your pleasure.

As well as your pleads to stop when you are overcome with pleasure

To no one's surprise, he's not too gentle when it comes to (finally) fucking you.

He'll hiss dirty things in your ear as he rails you, telling you exactly how you're making him feel

Your pleasure might not be his main thought, but his pride will only let him stop once you're completely fucked out and exhausted.

When it comes to aftercare, he's not exactly great at it. But he knows that it will be better for him next time he visits if you're mentally well when he's done with you.

So, he'll tell you how good you were for him as you come down for your high, then cleaning up after himself before he leaves.

Sometimes, when he doesn't have anything he needs to do, he'll stay the night. Not sleeping, just relaxing with you in his arms.

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pelle ohlin sin ;)

you stared at the tall blonde; drool seeped from your agape mouth, sidetracking down your neck and onto your breasts. he pushed himself into you - his muscular hands continuing to choke your slim neck - as he threw himself deeper into your warmth.

“you like that, angel?”

a small whimper escaped your lips, silenced by the strength of his grasp. his eyes rolled back as a loud grunt evacuated his slender throat.

“i bet you fucking do, you nasty little whore.”

pelle’s tone was gravelly and low; it caused your chest to heave in fear - he was your ruler, a superior human being, a god. it scared and excited you simultaneously. his cold eyes were locked onto yours, monitoring your every move, sadistically revelling in your discomfort.

he unhooked his large hands from your throat, allowing you to draw a few feeble breaths - the action was almost futile - before latching himself around you immediately.

you let out a sharp hiss, feeling the tip of his cock hit your cervix as he anchored himself through the sweaty locks of your hair tangled beneath him. you knew he was bound to cum soon - he was becoming erratic and significantly more violent with his gestures. you didn’t care, you enjoyed it. you were his disgusting little masochist. biting your lip, you pushed against his pummelling force noticing how he’d taken one hand to roll your clit between his fingers, sending shots of heat down to your already wet core.

“oh pelle! fuck! i’m close!”

your wanton wails fell on deaf ears, the man had already surged himself through you, thick washes of viscous fluid stained your insides as permanent evidence of your slutty nature.

the young vocalist smirked devilishly.

“chainsaw gutsfuck.”

[natassjaineternalthirst]

oral sex with pelle

- him wanting to be intimidating and dominant but his docile nature preventing him from doing so

- “u-uh, suck my f-fucking cock, baby!”

- he fumbles for his zipper, only just realising that he forgotten to take his member out for you

- you obediently sink to your knees

- “yes sir”

- he flushes a red, not expecting such a compliant response

- “g-good girl. now. suck-k”

- flicking the tip of his dick gently with your tongue, eliciting dissatisfied grunts from within him

- teasing him by avoiding sucking his length fully

- “f-fuck! just take it already-y”

- sneering at him sadisticly and putting your mouth around his ENTIRE cock

- of course he loses his mind

- his eyes roll back completely

- he forces your head down further, grabbing a fistful of your hair and thrusting into your throat

- a few erratic gyrations later, he cums

- his moans are angelic

- “take my cum, baby girl!”

- your eyes are watering at this point, but you swallow for him

- his unrelenting praise afterwards

[natassjaineternalthirst]

pelle ohlin sin uwu

“what’re you implying, Pelle?” You looked over at the tall blonde boy as he gnawed the skin around his thumb in anticipation.

“c’mon, y/n,” he peered over at you slightly “don’t tease me, i’ve never-“

“you’re a virgin?” you scoffed at his statement before quickly recoiling, noticing his embarrassment “oh Pelle, I’m sorry! please, I’m a virgin too - it doesn’t matter.” you assured him.

his face creased into a small smile.

“you know,” he wandered over to his bed, rolling a lock of your hair between his fingertips “i could change that babey.”

he gripped your torso, his large frame towering greatly above yours as he ran his hands across your smooth stomach. his cold fingertips danced up to your chest, drawing patterns of frost into the warm crook of your neck. something heaved in your stomach, lurching in reaction to Pelle’s touch - the usual docility of the way he touched you; it was absent. instead, a peculiar feeling of urgency surged through your being. his hands tugged in desperation. he was intoxicating - your desire for him consumed you.

“y/n.” you looked up into his eyes.

his heart was caught in his throat, sending pulses of anticipation into his stomach. he began to kiss you with raw intensity, lowering himself to drag his tongue across the warmth of your navel. the sensation sent sparks running across your spine, arousing an ache in your lower abdomen. his tongue was suddenly replaced by sloppy kisses, swirling across your body and up to your lips as his hands crept onto your chest. this urged you to remove the article of clothing, yeeting it across the room.

“fuck, y/n,” he admired your soft form in its newfound exposure “I can’t rest in peace til’ I suck those tits.”

your puerile snorts of laughter that followed were replaced by pleasured moans as he attached his lips to your nipples, darting his tongue gently across the soft tissue; the feeling was euphoric.

“you like that baby? you like it when I suck your fucking tits?”

he removed his mouth from your chest, he grasped onto your bottoms and violently yanked them off in one swift motion. the duality of your tender, vulnerable nudity and his clad exterior now became apparent to him; it aroused him - such a fantastical paradox.

it was then that he removed his trousers and ground into you, your tight insides eliciting low growls from the depths of your throat; this lust - albeit unusual - consumed him contorting his brow into a snarl and fueling him to thrust harder.

“cum for me y/n,” his lusty gaze clouded your vision “cum, you little slut.” his long fingers reached down to your clit, stimulating the pink nub aggressively.

Pelle rolled his cock further into you, the waves of heat coating your tender flesh. the bleak walls of his bedroom became incandescent, your hips bucking, beckoning him further as your senses flooded with pleasure. you convulsed and moaned, your soul seemingly transcending to another higher realm of existence. the feeling was celestial. Pelle followed shortly afterwards, his warmth spreading through your insides, anchoring your body back down to his bedroom.

you grinned in malice.

“what a rush.” you turned to pelle, giving him a high five “now. can you remove that fucking dead crow from underneath your bed? I don’t want to have another orgasm knowing that there’s a rotting animal in your room.”

[natassjaineternalthirst]

dating fenriz uwu

- plaiting his hair

- sloppy kisses evEry dAmn SecOnd of tHe DaY

- unconditional affection

- drunk fenriz being super fucking cocky

- “hEy bABy, How’S iT gOinG?”

- cue ass slap on his end

- cue face slap on your end

- calling him “councillor nagell” relative to his involuntary election

- being the goofiest couple gOD

- taking the piss out of his ginger beard

- “orangoutang looking ass”

- tracing his tattoos when you cuddle

- helping him put up the band posters in his room

- “AC/DC? really glyve? I thought you were hardcore.”

- his constant support 💗💕💞

[natassjaineternalthirst]

tutor varg

he gripped a fistful of your hair, violently thrusting into your throat with immeasurable force. his actions were so fluid; it was almost as if it were premeditated. you didn’t mind. you were a dirty slut that wanted nothing more than to have your mentor fucking you; it was much better than working.

“are you enjoying this, you dirty slut?”

varg spoke at you slowly, almost as if you were a child. you watched him intently. you awaited his every move - he knew this and relished your submission, making you feel wholly inferior.

in one quick gesture, he removed his cock from your throat and flipped you onto his desk, rubbing himself against your entrance eagerly.

“please put it in, i want you so badly sir!”

he smirked.

“you want some cock, sweetheart? hm?”

you nodded furiously, head spinning in frighted pleasure. he chuckled, leaning into you and kissing you. you deepened the kiss passionately - you wanted him to know just how much he needed to gratify. he had to know that you needed him desperately.

he detected the desire in your kiss, your mouth exposing your innermost fantasies. fucking your tutor on his desk.

you jumped as his cold hands gripped your hips, forcing his length into your dripping core.

“fuck! you’re so tight,” he reached a hand down, flicking your clit roughly, fogging your vision.

“ah! sir, please-“

the devil shined in his black eyes; he pumped into you harder, faster, deeper. he ignored your screams of praise and disjointed repetitions of his name to squeeze your breasts and wrap his fingers in your hair.

“moan for me, fuck toy,” bending his leg into and acute angle, thrashing himself against your cervix. his cock was huge “shit, y/n.”

unbidden lust consumed you entirely. but you knew that you felt something more for the man. you observed him with an anatomist’s eyes; he was perfect. every unique curvature, his boyish scar, his slender frame that somehow retained the power of an ox. you desired him in his entirety - including his heart.

this unadulterated admiration was interrupted by varg hitting something within you. it sent electric shock surging through your muscles - it was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

“varg!”

the syllable hung in the air as an incomprehensible desire washed over you; your stomach convulsed, back arching into heaven. warm sensations erupted throughout your body. varg followed soon after, shooting into you and collapsing across the desk.

the room fell silent, the only audible sound that punctuated it were breathy heaves of exhaustion.

you looked at him.

he could feel your gaze in his peripheral vision; he chose to turn to you, greeted with a small smile of satisfaction.

“words wouldn’t do me justice in describing how i feel about you,” elaborating more, you gripped his hand “but i want you to know that i love you.”

a sanguid kiss was placed on your lips.

he returned to you “i feel similarly. we should book some more tutor sessions.”

getting up, he winked at you sweetly

“i just so happen to love you too, y/n - i have a lot more to teach you.”

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It was the popcorn throwing that got me. Haha. 🍿

horror movies

you shifted uncomfortably in your seat as the vulgar horror movie you and pelle were watching displayed a naked woman tied up. you bit your lip and looked off, trying to think of anything other than pelle tying you up, just like that, and using your body for his pleasure.

“that’s hot, isn’t it?” he asked, stuffing his face with more popcorn. “i’d love to do that to you.” he said bluntly. you choked on your own spit, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“excuse me?”

“y/n, don’t lie. you’re into that stuff, aren’t you?”

“no, no pelle. i like vanilla sex. boring vanilla sex where the guy has no idea where my clit is and leaves before i can even cum.”

“is that why you were with that one guy for so long?”

“shut up, pelle!” you chuckled, slapping his pencil arms as he laughed. “you know i’m right. i know he couldn’t please you.”

“i mean you’re not wrong-“

“you need someone who’ll please you. fulfill your fantasies.” he said.

“pelle, let’s just watch the movie-“

he paused the movie and threw the popcorn bowl god knows where. “pelle, the popcorn.” “i’ll clean it up later!”

he faced you and you swore your heart stopped beating. he had this crazy effect on you—and your pussy.

“fuckin’ hell,” you mumbled. “fuck me.”

he grabbed your face and smashed his lips to yours. you’d wanted this for so long. too long.

“come with me.” he guided you off the couch and up the stairs, to his bedroom. he locked the door once the two of you were in it. smashing you up against the wall, his lips melted against yours as the two of you ripped your clothes off.

“ugh, fuck!” he groaned, his hands making their way to your tits. “so goddamn perfect.”

you went over to his bed and laid down, waiting for him. he climbed on top of you just after grabbing his belt from the ground and tying your wrists to the headboard.

“now, i might not have ropes and chains yet, but this’ll make do.”

“yet?”

he smiled at you sweetly before spreading your legs, rubbing his hard cock against your pussy and shoving himself inside of you. you screamed out. he stretched you out more than anyone else had. he felt so good inside if you, it was like he was made for you. just for you.

he fucked you roughly, your breasts bouncing with every move he made. you swore the two of you would break the bed.

“oh god, y/n!” he whined out, his eyes closed in pure euphoria. “so good.”

pelle was sending you into the stars, you’d never felt anything better. he fucked you so fluidly, his body moved like a greek god’s. you fantasized about this for so long, you couldn’t believe it was finally happening.

you came quickly, clenching around him so tightly he didn’t think you’d ever let go. your orgasm set his off, loud guttural groan escaping his perfect lips. he untied you, thought still remaining inside of you.

“that was fucking amazing. you don’t know how long i’ve wanted this.” he said, still out of breath. you reached up and kissed him softly.

“i think we missed the rest of the movie.”

“good, that shit sucked anyway.”

[natassjaineternalthirst]

fenriz smut

the brunette smashed his lips onto yours, sparking an electrifying series of moans from within your diaphragm. you respond to his kiss with fiery passion, aggressively grasping at his crotch for any kind of gratification.

your need for him ached.

he briefly disconnected the kiss to place his hands onto your breasts, biting your swollen lip. he traced his tongue across your jawline, teasingly punishing your for your impatience.

“don’t test me, kitten,” his tone was authoritarian, unshakinginly aggressive and sent a current of shockwaves along your spine.

the sensation drove you to madness.

fenriz hiked up your skirt, curling your navel over his knees and roughly pulling down your panties. your moan comes out like a scream. his fingers wouldn’t stop hitting that certain spot; your hips are tremble immensely in desperation, injudicously attempting to prevent yourself from cumming.

a total state of euphoria.

“is this what you want?” he quickened his pace “you want me fucking harder, do you? slut.”

your mouth no longer formed comprehensible words or phrases, resorting to a perpetual string of expletitives as he thrust himself into your warmth. every slight movement of his cock fills you, twitching, weeping with precum. tears brim at the corners of your eyes as he consumed you.

you could no longer withstand it.

ecstatic screams echoed through the corridor of his small apartment, exposing your true nature to the neighbours.

his insatiable Transylvanian hunger.

[natassjaineternalthirst]

I see you at the show

And I feel hot all over

Then I catch your eye

And I start walking over

This band fucking blows

But I can blow better

You take me by the hand

And my pussy gets wetter

We go through a side door

Into the alleyway

I say I want to fuck you

You smirk and say “Okay.”

We find a place in shadows

Where we won’t get caught

Run my hands down your battle vest

Oh, I like you a lot

You grab me by the cunt

With your calloused fingers

Run your tongue up my throat

Beer on your breath lingers

Pick me up by my ass

As I spread my legs wide

God, I know this is crass

But I need you inside

Shove my back to the wall

And you undo your fly

Hanging on to your shoulders

As I squirm and I sigh

Feel your cock rub against me

With my skirt round my waist

And I’m not wearing panties

So there’s no time to waste

You biceps are flexing

And I can’t help but touch

Wrap my fingers in your long hair

Ugh, I need this so much

Then you push up inside me

And I moan with a squeal

It makes me feel so dirty

And so fucking real.

Your mouth is on mine

And your tongue is so needy

I pull back for breath

Though I’m feeling so greedy

You grunt and you tense up

I know we don’t have long

But I’m already cumming

As we fuck to the song

We both feel the pulsing

As our breath starts to slow

Then you spin me around

“Let’s get back to the show.”

I bite my lip slowly

As I straighten my clothes

Then you smack my ass

I grab your hand and we go.

#fenriz #gylve nagell #gylve fenris nagell #what is wrong with me #darkthrone

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First post go!!

Edited to say, my friend tried to tell me I should use soft words like “his manhood” but I don’t like writing that way. I choose my language carefully. My biggest problem with romance novels is the goofy ambiguous wording. I like it a little rougher, lol.

Anyway!!

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Dahlia let herself into the house. She quietly turned the key, quietly opened the door. "Kyle?" she wondered aloud, stepping slowly down the hall.

"Dolly, what have I told you?" Kyle stepped from around a door frame.

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry Daddy." Of course, Kyle wasn't her father. It was just a very naughty game. Both of them were well into adulthood, but they knew how to play.

Kyle circled her, grabbing a handful of hair at the back of her scalp. He drew her head back and gazed hungrily into her wild green eyes. "God I can't wait to fuck you. Have you been a good girl for me?"

Dahlia made puppy eyes and quickly tried to look away. She bit her lip. "No, Daddy. I got really horny on the bus today... It was such a long trip to the grocery store."

"Oh Dolly. That's because you're a little slut." Kyle let go of her hair, and Dahlia quickly turned her gaze to the floor. "Tell me what you did. I know youre a bad girl somethimes. Did you touch yourself on the bus? Look at me."

Dahlia faced him head-on and bit her lip. Her eyes said it all.

"Naughty. You're going to get your cute little ass spanked for that. No one saw you did they?"

Dahlia slowly shook her head. She was good at being discreet, her soft leather jacket draped in her lap to hide her from prying eyes.

"Come over here. What are you wearing? You look like a cheap whore. You know you can't go out like that without your daddy."

Dahlia was wearing a short black pleated skirt with chains, a black lace garter belt, long olive green and black striped thigh-high stockings, and black combat boots. Her olive green crop top showed an inch or two of skin, and a navel pierced with a dangly pewter pentagram. She let Kyle lead her by the hand to his black leather couch. He sat down and drew her toward him. "Dolly... you know what you have to do."

Dahlia dropped to her knees and brought her hands to his hips. She ran her palms down his thighs, and heard kyle hiss with anticipation. Then she brought her hands shyly to her mouth, one cupping the other as she bit her thumbnail.

"Don't tell me you forgot how to suck cock. You must be really wanting to be punished tonight. Stand up. Sit in my lap." He pulled her down to sit on his knee. "I bet I know what you want." He put his hand between her legs and grasped her roughly through the crotch of her black cotton panties, rubbing hard. "So fucking wet... bend over." Kyle pushed Dahlia by the back of her neck into position with her hips over his other knee. He stroked her softly through her panties, and Dahlia let out a soft, sighing moan. Suddenly, Kyle drew back and smacked her pussy.

"Ungh! MMMMhmmm." Dahlia gasped and moaned.

"You like it, you nasty girl. You are such a good slut for daddy. You have a punishment coming, but when that's done, I'm going to fuck you like the dirtly little fuck toy you are."

Dahlia felt herself getting hotter and wetter with every word Kyle spoke to her. He knew how to make her feel irresistable and yet so deliciously degraded. Her pussy lips tingled from the hard smack. Then it came again. Smack! Smack! Kyle rained blows with his palm over and over across her asscheeks and her upturned pussy. Her cheeky skimpy boyshort panties did nothing to protect from the spanking. Both Kyle and Dahlia were panting hard and Dahlia was moaning in soft tones. It seemed to go on for many minutes, though it was maybe a minute and a half, and Dahlia was close to the edge already. "OH DADDY STOP!" she yelled, her voice hoarse as she tried to catch her breath.

Kyle halted. "You want it so badly don't you? You want my cock buried balls deep in that pink little pussy of yours. I hope you're ready." He pushed her roughly to her hands and knees on the hardwood floor. He made a tease of slowly pulling her panties over her curvy asscheeks and down her milky pale ivory legs. He smacked her left asscheek hard enough to make Dahlia cry out sharply, then grabbed her hips and shoved himself into her her as deep as he could go. He felt her pussy quivering around him and squeezing. He pulled back slowly, then in again all the way. He fucked her slowly at first for a few seconds, savoring the tightness. Then he started drilling her hard, fucking her like a blow up doll. He looked down at the swollen red handprint on Dahlia's ass, and he knew he wasn't going to last long. He grabbed her hair at the back of her head, bending her back to see her face. Her eyes were rolled half into the back of her head and her jaw hung slack. One look was all it took. Kyle made eye contact with his perfect doll, and he felt her slick walls grip him hard, pulsing in an irregular rythm as Dahlia let out a throaty, ectstatic moan. And Kyle blew his load, grunting as he shoved sharply into her.

He froze for a moment as Dahlia slipped slowly to lay in the floor, her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her face. He caught his breath for a moment and then laid himself down in the floor, drawing her close to lay against his chest. Kyle lit a cigarette and took a long draw as ran his hand along Dahlia's body, petting her softly.