#SMUT PENDING

[nickybloodhead]

M I N E

All day you had been gone and James missed you, every now and then he would look at the clock, watching the minutes and hours tick by and you still didn't show up. He had no problem with you going out with your friends, but come on, why should it take you so long?

The moment you walked through the door, you saw James walking towards you with a frown on his face.

"Where were you?" There was no warm welcome home, just a complaint, you narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms.

"Hello to you too, and I went out for drinks with my friends" He continued to frown and followed you as you made yourself comfortable, taking off your jacket and boots, it was a little late and you wanted to rest, but he had other plans. He put his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck.

"I hate it when you go out all day, you're mine and I miss you" he grumbled against your neck, giggled softly. So that's what was keeping him in a bad mood.

"Well, now you have me here and we can do whatever you want" You turned to look him in the eyes and smiled sweetly at him, you expected him to take you to bed to cuddle up and rest all night in each other's arms, however the mischievous smile that grew on his face let you know right away that it wasn't to be.

***

James had you in a mating press, balls deep in you as he moved in and out of your hole, both gasped, your fingernails scratched his back with each rude thrust. The moment you mentioned that he could do whatever he wanted, it didn't take him long to grab you by the waist and push you onto the couch to kiss you, he was really needy, as his hard bulge pressed against your pussy as he devoured your mouth. He had no intention of being tender or making love to you, he ripped off your clothes and spread your legs, ripping open your panties so he could get right into your pussy. He started slow as usual but as soon as he heard your first moan, he gave free rein to his desire, his hands pressed your thighs to your chest to fuck you thoroughly.

"Shit, you take me so good, look how deep I am inside you" His mouth was half open as he buried himself in you, he was completely drunk with desire. His hands holding you to keep you from moving too much, he was using you as his personal plaything and you couldn't be more okay with that.

He leaned in to claim your lips in a sloppy kiss, you bit his lips as he growled, for a moment he pulled away just a few inches and held your chin, then he let a thick trickle of drool slide down to your mouth, he covered your lips with the palm of his hand and smiled arrogantly at you. "Now, be good for me and swallow it."

You opened your eyes surprised and turned on by what he had just done, you tasted his saliva and swallowed it as he commanded, your cheeks were red from the dirty act, but one that had delighted you. James smiled haughtily and thrust his hips harder, drawing a needy moan from you.

"Dirty slut, taking my drool, so thirsty for me" There was a smug laugh that reverberated throughout the living room, as he took your hole and molded it to his whim. James was so far gone into himself, only seeking his pleasure through your body, his girl's body. Your voice had gone hoarse from moaning so much, so only little squeals of pleasure were all that could be heard from you, you couldn't help but be horny, not with the way James was using you.

But you were especially losing your mind a little over that disgusting act that you wanted again, so silently and waiting for him to get the message, you opened your mouth, begging with your eyes for him to do it again, to spit in your mouth.

James felt his cock twitch at the sight of you so hussy, it seemed you had enjoyed being fed with more than one of his fluids, he smiled at that and stuck his thumb between your lips, pressing your tongue down.

You wanted to taste him again but he just teased you, fucking you harder, his hands squeezing your flesh hard enough to leave bruises, a shudder ran through you at the thought of all the marks that would be on your body, marks that proved who you belonged to.... James Hetfield was a greedy bastard.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a spit filled your mouth cavity, you gasped as you felt the amount of drool dripping down, you must be quite the perverse image of depravity now, however, you took it as you knew James wanted it and smiled at him in such a pure and innocent way that made him lose it.

"Hell, you're as fucked up as me and I love you" He kissed you with abandon as his hips increased the pace, his fingers rubbed your sensitive bud until it was hypersensitive, making you both cum hard; you were sure the whole neighborhood had heard you, but fuck it.

His load kept filling your womb until it overflowed out of you, his hips slowly stopped as you both came down from the top, you yourself were a mess of your wetness, shit, you sure had ruined the couch.

Both of you were barely breathing normally, James pulled out of you and collapsed on the couch as your legs were stretched from the position he had kept you in, you felt a sharp pain in your back and knees, that had certainly been a rough session, you were exhausted and didn't think you would be able to make it to bed on your own.

James noticed your wince so he hurried to massage your limbs, he might be tired, but he never let aftercare go forgotten, especially when he was so hard on you. His hands relaxing your sore spots felt like heaven, you hummed contentedly and with the little strength you had left you cuddled up to him, your face buried in his neck.

"You know... Fucked up or not, I love you too," you murmured against his skin and left a soft kiss before falling unconscious on top of him. James smiled, you were definitely the one, the only one he needed in his life.

Wow, this took a while but it was an anon request, for some reason the request was lost to anchor it with the story but here it is anon, I hope you like it and sincerely... I'd let James spit in my mouth, too

#I think I'm back? #trying to respond to all pending requests #anyway #I want filthy sex with james too #and maybe I discovered that I'm into spitting kink #james hetfield #jaymz #james hetfield smut #load james #sorry for not responding sooner anon

[arcielee]

The Past and the Pending

Summary: Aemond will find you and bring you the fuck back to Westeros.  Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Modern!FemReader Word Count:  3790 Warnings: Smutty smut, possessive Aemond (you know you love it, I do too, no judgement) dubcon, oral (female receiving), fingering, p in v, all the goodies.  Author's Note:  We are coming to the end of this depravity and there is one last part after this. I cannot express enough thanks to @f4ll-for-you for all of her help! I literally posted, “Hey, this is my first ever Reader Insert attempt, does anyone wanna read it?” And she was the only one willing and the friendship that has blossomed has absolutely changed me for the better as a writer. Thank you from the bottom of my heart ♥  lēkia - brother Tags (kindred spirits): @glitterandgoldfinds @narwhal-swimmingintheocean @fan-goddess @welcometothelioncage @hueanhdang @sahvlren @heavenly1927 @missusnora @lemonivall​ (I have never had a taglist before, but if you are bold it is because Tumblr has betrayed me and it will not allow me to tag you, I’m so sorry)  Series: Call It Dreaming 

Prince Aemond Targaryen was a quiet force that would sweep through the Red Keep, his dark presence engulfing every room he entered into. His temperament would be described as obsessional, almost consuming, whenever his meticulous mind was set on something or someone. His traits and his drive would have been admirable in a firstborn son, but instead he learned early on his fate was predetermined, understanding that his title would forever be superseded by the fact he was only a second son. 

On the night he returned from Storm’s End, he came to realize that his power dynamic had shifted. Aemond was ushered away into the small council chamber, not even able to change from his clothes that hung heavy from the rain. He saw the change in the expressions around the table, the disappointment in both his grandsire and mother’s expressions, but Aegon did not share their concerns and found optimism within his err, boldly stating how his brother had, “the true blood of the dragon.” 

Aemond was grateful his brother stood at his side with the new alias Kinslayer tacking onto his legacy and, in return, he devoted himself to serve his king, no matter the personal opinion on his drunken addled reign. 

He was a formidable ally to Aegon, quick to push his grandsire and his self-serving counsel aside, while suggesting for Daeron to return to the Red Keep at once, which would allow Tessarion to be added on the battlefront. 

Aemond then turned his focus to the retaliation he knew would come from his sister, pouring over tomes and books to scrutinize battles past and best predict the impending. It did not prepare for the attempt made, but the gods showed favor as Daeron happened to be visiting with his mother when two brutes slipped into her quarters by one of the many ingresses that lined the castle walls. The prince’s yells were quick to bring the attention of Ser Criston Cole and together they were able to subdue the would-be assassins. 

The two men with the monikers Blood and Cheese were beaten until they were unrecognizable, until the needed confession spilled from their broken teeth and bloody lips: that they had been sent by Daemon. 

An eye for an eye, a son for a son.

The outrage for the attempt on the little Targaryen princes allowed the uproar needed amongst the seven realms to capture and bring Rhaenyra and their uncle to trial. They were convicted and their execution was a show for the smallfolk, thus ceasing any more murmurs of who Viserys had wished to be his heir. 

This led to present day, with the seven realms now under the unquestionable rule of his brother, King Aegon II, who proved to be an insipid drunk with access to the royal funds, which was used to throw extravagant revelries that allowed him to wag his cock at every woman within Westeros. 

Yes, he was the king and he was kin, but Aegon was still insufferable. 

His brother’s incessant celebrations left Aemond numb to their victory, with an emptiness that replaced the consuming vengeance he had felt since that fateful night on Driftmark. He always assumed when it had been rightfully served, that a sense of peace would take over but instead he found a gnawing want for something more. 

“You need a woman, lēkia,” Aegon had told him with a giggle.

In that regard, Aemond had an insatiable appetite but only once it had been awakened. The last woman he took to bed was when they first claimed Harrenhal and slaughtered every Strong within, save for a bastard who served as a wetnurse.

Their chemistry was explosive, burning bold and passionate until the inevitable end of the wick. Alys spoke often of her purpose, stating the gods have given her a new destiny to fulfill, whereas Aemond was respectful of the old gods and the new, but found he often preferred the process of coming to a conclusion with thorough research, as opposed to an unseen deity’s say-so. 

When he told her this, she clucked her tongue and touched his cheek. “My prince, I know your destiny and you just need to find her.” 

Instead, Aemond returned to the Red Keep and fell into the mundane routine of small council meetings, training with Ser Criston, and riding Vhagar. The only time he felt a sense of purpose was backside the massive she-dragon, allowing her freedom to soar over the seven realms and trusting the gentle pull of the reins and a word utterance would return them to King’s Landing.

To return to nothing. 

He had always preferred seclusion, but it wore on him as of late. His sister was busy with the twins and her new babe, a young princeling named Maelor, while his mother was devoted to breathing down Aegon’s neck and upholding his royal reputation. Daeron found his purpose within the Citadel and was forging his chains and Ser Criston allowed time to train with him, but he was dedicated to the shadows cast by his mother and brother. 

So when his day’s tasks were done, he would retreat to his room and allow himself to remove his eyepatch and the façade it held, choose a book from his growing collection and seat himself in front of the fire to read. 

This was how you found him. 

His agitation was apparent by the rush of color to his cheeks; he could not fathom how you managed to enter without him realizing. He watched as you made a soft noise of surprise, your backside was to him and he knew, from what you wore, that Aegon had picked some whore from the Streets of Silk and slipped her in. 

His tone was sharp when he questioned what you were doing and he saw you jump. Aemond was in a sour mood and he knew he was projecting, but his temper flared and he glided across the room to take hold of you by the throat, though he was careful with his hold. 

What he had not expected was the beauty that seemed to glow from you, your look so exquisite and unlike anything he had seen before within Westeros. The embarrassment of you seeing him so intimately tightened his expression and you returned his look with an unabashed regard that held no tremor of fear, but your eyes seemed to brim with a sort of adoration. 

His gaze rolled over your shapely legs that peered below the hem of your queer clothing and the gnaw of lust began to form in the pit of his stomach. He watched with rapt attention when you removed that flimsy piece of clothing to show the small clothes that fit with your figure with the most delicious flattery to your curves.

His passion had been awakened; he had to taste you, he had to touch you.

His fingers trailed your skin, soft like silk to his touch, and your scent warm and subtle. Your body fit so well against him and the noises that spilled from your kiss swollen lips was a sound he always wished to hear. The moment he finally sheathed himself inside your wet warmth, you mewled so pitifully and he shuddered from how your cunt molded so perfectly around his cock. Aemond struggled to pace himself, but your tightness clutched so sinfully and he swore the world anew when he spilled inside you. 

Aemond pulled you beneath the covers, unwilling to have you return from wherever his brother dragged you from. He loved curling against your soft backside and how you felt pressed against his chest; there was pleasure from watching you sleep, with the subtle rise and fall of your bare chest with your every breath, while cradling his arm between your breasts. 

He regretted falling asleep, for when he awoke you were gone and all that remained was the queer clothing you had arrived in, your fragrance still lingering on the thin fabric. 

Aemond went to find his brother and confront him about you, only to learn that Aegon had been bedridden since late the day prior with stomach pains. “You swear you have not left this bedchamber, lēkia,” he questioned. 

“Speak softer,” Aegon moaned, dark circles that amplified the purple of his eyes. “I swear to you I did not leave my room for anything last night, save the bucket.” 

But if she was not his, where did she come from?

He called for Ser Erryk and together they searched every brothel within the city, questioning every madam and giving the description of your beauty. There was no lead and they tried to entice him with what they had available, but Aemond did not want the touch of anyone but you and you alone. 

You had become his new sense of purpose, consuming his every thought.

It was weeks before he saw you again; there was the familiar soft gasp falling from your lips and you were back, flesh and blood, in his bedchambers. His temper flared and you were coy with your reply. There was the question that had tormented him for weeks, “Where are you from?”

“I cannot say.”

He wished for an answer, but his body betrayed him and the ache he felt only began to subside once he grabbed onto you, feeling your soft flesh and enveloped in your warm aroma. He pulled you close, appreciative of the black, simple dress that complimented the curves of your body; your nipples peaked beneath the fabric and your body arched, the soft flesh of your ass pressing into his crotch. 

You were intoxicating and he was mournful with his words, “I imagine you will leave me again.”

“I will need to,” you replied, your eyes doleful. “But I will stay as long as I am able to.”

As long as I am able to.

Your words remained with him, a soft echo in his mind as he returned to the monotonous tasks of his every day. They rolled away and one night, in the quiet of his bedchamber, he laid back and stared at his canopy above his bed. His gaze held nothing, but beneath his pillow he held a grip of his dagger, the fabric of your shirt touching his knuckles. 

He ached for your touch, the clothing left behind had lost your smell, and he mourned that he did not hold onto you, refusing to allow you to return from wherever you had come from. 

Aemond did not remember falling asleep, but he felt the shift at the edge of his bed and the realization he was not alone in his room. He had an automated response, only to fully awaken once he saw the hold he had around your neck and your wide eyes. 

The passion remained the same and how perfect your body was against his own. A sense of ataraxia washed over him with you wrapped in his arms, a comforting calm until he felt your body tense every so slight. “What is it?” He was quick to ask, wanting to resolve whatever vexed you in this intimate moment.  

You turned to face him, your eyes glassy and the tip of your nose red with your words, “I only wish I was able to stay longer with you.”

Morning came and his bed was empty again, but he now understood what must be done. He returned to Harrehal and sought out Alys. When he entered the throne room, he looked up at her and she wore a wicked smile on her painted lips, but her focus was on the mortar in her hand. “What do you seek, my prince?” She asked with the lilt of her Riverland accent. 

“Who,” he replied, his gaze watchful as her hands continued the motion in front of her. There was a collection of mason jars, marble bowls brimming with herbs from all over Westeros, and the wispy smoke of sage hung heavy in the air.

Alys lifted her kohl smeared eyes, a twinkle to the blue that bore into him. “You finally found her,” her tone was playful, almost teasing. “You know that I need something of hers to locate.”

He handed over your vintage shirt.

“The White Duke,” she grinned. “Is this dear to her?”

“I hope so,” he answered. 

She tsked and took just a shred of the fabric, dropping it onto the marble slate in front of her before sprinkling a powder on top. A flame sparked and it reflected in her eyes. “Fate is peculiar,” she began, her tone still teasing. “She is not of this world, my prince.” 

Aemond remembered your reply, I cannot say, and he asks, “Am I able to get to her? Would I be able to bring her back here?” He swallowed. “She has visited me before.”

“Yes, I am aware,” Alys continues. “I can create an access that will allow you to retrieve your destiny, as well as a potion that you must give her so she can return with you, with whatever she carries.” Her eyes focused on him, her lips drawn into a thin line. “We cannot traipse back and forth this plane of existence, my prince. I can give you two days, but after that the portal will be closed so on one else can cross.” 

She paused for a moment. “This, of course, will cost you, my prince.” 

But no cost could compare to the opportunity to see you again. Aemond returned that evening and noticed a chalk symbol on the cobblestone. Alys handed him a small vial with a soft purple glow emanating from the glass. “This is what she must take to be able to cross over and stay within Wetseros,” she instructed. “Where you arrive will be the same way you must return.” 

He nodded, his jaw clenched. 

“I will close this portal in two days, whether you return or not,” she repeated and she gave him a kiss. “Good luck, my prince.”

Aemond Targaryen found himself in your room.

Where he stood was a soft, iridescent glow beneath where he stood and it faded away. A purple lucent light remained, casting from your bedside and allowing enough light for him to look around. It was apparent the space was intimately yours, an almost chaotic cleanliness and your fragrance touched everything. He noticed a velvet chair with clothes folded on top and to his right, by the door, were your shoes neatly lined up. Aemond bent over and removed his boots, placing them alongside. 

He saw a shelf that stretched from the ceiling to the floor, littered with literature and small trinkets; on the wall were pieces of artwork that hung. His gaze then fell towards the bed where you were sleeping; you were wearing a thin, white tank top and the blanket was halfway down your hips, your lips slightly open with the soft breaths of your slumber. 

There was the curl of his lips as Aemond took slow steps around your bedside, his eye taking in your relaxed form in the sheer top, and he reached to gently pull the quilt back further to show the black cotton underwear that hung on your hips. His hand reached out to you, his fingertips pressing into your soft skin and his touch elicited a sleepy moan from your lips, your nipples pebbling in response. 

He felt the tightness in his trousers and he pulled back to remove his tunic before moving to climb into your bed, pressing closer, his nose trailing from your collarbone to the curve of your neck, his mouth opened slightly as he took in your smell. 

You shift beneath him with a sigh, goosebumps spreading over the skin that shows, and he was quick to place his palm to cover your mouth; your eyes widen and it takes a moment to recognize it was Aemond Targaryen, bare chested and pressing up against you. He relaxes his grip and your hands move to touch his face, your fingers soft on his jawline, “Aemond-?” Your voice is a harsh whisper and he moves forward to take your mouth with his own. 

You moan into the kiss as his tongue massages against your own, shifting himself to move on top of you and brace his elbows on each side of you, caging you in. You move to open your legs and cradle him against your hips, your hands tangling in his silver hair.

His lips move downwards, tracing your jawline to your neck and kissing your chest. He shifts his weight to one side, reaching to grab your neckline with one hand and pulling to allow your breast to spill. His hot mouth suckles and bites into your soft flesh and you moan louder, grinding your hips upwards for friction. 

You see the curl of his lips as he reaches for your stretched neckline and tears it down the center. “Hey,” you push to your elbows, your voice low. “I would have taken it off if you just asked.”

“I do not ask for what is mine,” he replies and pushes you back into a bed with a kiss that removes the air from your lungs and all thoughts from your mind until all you can think is the sensation of his lips trailing lower, his kisses sprinkled over your chest, your breasts, your ribs and lower. 

You lift your hips and peel off your underwear that is soaked with your anticipation; Aemond moves to your center with a greedy lick of your silky folds, the sensation sending shivers throughout and your clit blossoms in response. “Vok,” Perfect, he praises into your cunt and you shiver again with his Valyrian. 

You feel his slender finger curl into you, a tentative touch to your velvety walls until you clench in response. He hums his satisfaction before adding a second finger for a come hither motion to massage that spot within you; you mewl pitifully and bring your hand to your mouth to smother your noise. 

He pulls back to look at you and you are quick to whisper, “I have roommates,” he probably does not know what the fuck that is, “I live with others here, they have their own rooms… I-I don’t want them to hear me.” 

“I do not fucking care,” he growls and he dips lower until his mouth is on your cunt. You gasp at the simultaneous ministrations of his mouth and his fingers within you; your thighs begin to shake and you nearly cry when he quickens his motion, the pleasure crashing over you and your cunt clenching desperately around his fingers as he coaxes you through your orgasm. 

There is a wet squelch when he pulls his hand back and you weakly look, face flushed, as he brings his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, his grin wicked. “As sweet as last night,” he says and he moves to unlace his trousers before returning to nestle in the cradle of your hips. 

Your eyes are glazed and you sigh with the pressure of his chest to your own, his hard and warm and still somehow molds so perfectly against you; he moves his hips and you feel his cock pressing against your slick slit, tantalizing your swollen lips. “Aemond, please,” you beg, your nails biting into his toned shoulders. 

He reaches his hand to line himself with your entrance, the gentle thrusts of his hips to fill you and you moan at the stretch of your walls as his cock sheaths into you. He begins to rock against you, hitting deeper within, and the soft pants of pleasure spill from your lips with his every thrust.  

Aemond leans forward, his mouth finding yours with a gentle kiss that does not match to the powerful pace of his hips. “Wait,” you breathe and he pauses, his expression curious as you push him back and he follows you lead to lay back onto your bed. 

You take care to prop your pillows behind his back and his gaze watches as you climb on top, your touch gentle to guide his tip between your wet folds. He reaches to grip into the softness of your hips, lifting to ease the entirety of his length into you; your head tilts back with a cockdrunk grin to your lips and you slowly begin to rock against his hips, while Aemond presses to meet your motion. 

You look down at the prince and his gaze is intense in return, one sapphire eye and one lavender eye that bore through you. The lighting of the room gives him an ethereal beauty and your eyes admire how the shadows spread across the rivets of his chest and abdomen when he flexes to meet you with the motion of his hips. His silken hair spills on both sides, a contrast to your dark sheets, like a silver halo for this deity clenched between your thighs. 

“Aemond,” your voice is so low, but he is rapt to your attention. “Jenigon nykēla.”

Touch me.

He releases one hand and reaches between your thighs, his thumb gentle with his touch until the slick on your cunt coats his tip. He finds your pearl and moves in circles to match the rhythm of his hips, his touch igniting the passion that coils in the pit of your stomach. Your nails bite into his chest, leaving creases of red crescent moons on his pale skin; you bite your bottom lip, quickening the movement of your hips.

Aemond returns your passion, rutting upwards until your breath hitches and your velvety walls begin to clench around him, coaxing his own release with a guttural groan from the back of his throat; his arm pushes himself upright and the other moves to slip around your waist, burying his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, soaking in your scent. 

He falls back and pulls you with him, his arms wrapping around you and you nestle against his chest; your smile is unable to leave your face as you press a kiss to his chest, moving to press your lips to his neck. He hums, his cheeks dimpling with a closed lip smile, and you whisper, “Aemond, how did you find me?” Your voice is soft. “This has to be a dream.” 

He hums again, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “I will tell you everything in the morning,” he promises, nestling with you beneath the quilts on your bed. 

Your fingers trace the hard planes of his abdomen, the softest touch to test if he was really there. But in the morning you will be gone, you don’t say and, instead, his steady breathing lulls you to sleep. 

#the past and the pending #Aemond Targaryen x Modern!FemReader #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfic #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x modern!reader #hotd fanfic #aemond smut #thanks for reading #and thanks for all the love #♥

[jokeringcutio]

Hello❤️😊 can you write one where Arthur Harrow does bondage on the reader and lots of sex😈🔥🥵 Can you also make Harrow very dominant over the reader and praises the reader for doing what he asks🥵 Thank you❤️❤️ xx

Since Arthur thinks you've been a very good girl, this will be up soon ;)

#I have written this #Want to glance it over before I actually post it #hopefully later today #but it'll be soon #I'm prioritizing this over the other pending drafts and fics because you need a little light and EH inspired smut badly #anon answered

[sky-is-the-limit]

more Graves smut pretty please🙏

Send in a request darling, I'd love nothing more than to write filthy Graves smut 🤭

#I have a Price and an Alex one pending but go ahead!!!!! #ask #phillip graves #phillip graves smut

[becca-e-barnes]

Aaaaaaah more lee bodecker content please please no one does it like you <3333

Omg thank you so much 🥺 Because I love the thought of Lee jerking himself off to thoughts of that sweet, innocent woman he sees in church every week?

Lee's not much of a church-goer himself, to put it mildly. He goes every now and again to keep up appearances but he's never all that bothered by working a Sunday shift instead.

Up until he's sitting there one Sunday, only half paying attention and he notices you. He's seen you around before of course but here you are in your Sunday best, looking like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth.

It's been way too long since he last got any and he's reminded of that by the sharp jerk of his cock, stiffening dizzyingly fast at just the sight of your bare lower legs. Your skirt comes to below your knee, it's perfectly modest but it's that modesty that does it for him.

He's desperate to know how long it would take to corrupt a pretty little thing like you. Part of him thinks it would be such a slow process, inching his hand up under that skirt until his fingers are delving into parts of your body that have never been touched by anyone but you.

And that's exactly what he thinks of when he gets home, undoing his belt with a grunt and unbuttoning his slacks. His hand slips into his underwear, grasping his aching cock and giving it a gentle tug. He didn't realise just how desperate he is until now, cupping his own balls and wondering how they could possibly feel this heavy after just staring at your legs.

He gets himself comfortable, spitting in his hand before returning it to his dick, groaning at how the slide is so much easier. The smallest grunts leave his parted lips, his brow furrowed already and he knows he can't last long. He's too far gone. He wants to take his time and truly get into the fantasy of you being the one jerking him off but that'll have to wait for some other time.

"Shit, so good." He moans, one hand rolling his balls while the other pumps his dick furiously. His soft tummy bounces gently with each tug, his head rolling back because while this is bliss, he knows your body would have him feeling even better.

He knows you'd be timid, that much is obvious. No one has ever touched you in the ways he wants to but he thinks you'd soon give in to the pleasure his body could offer you. He imagines you naked and spread, cumming against your better judgement. He knows just how hard he could make you cum and he doesn't want to rest until he's felt you clench around his fingers, his tongue and his cock.

It's that thought that tears a low sob of pleasure from his throat, his orgasm taking him by surprise. He doesn't even have time to shuffle his slacks down further, cumming so hard it splashes onto his Sunday best. His whole body feels like it's tingling, his thick load dripping over himself, making a mess and it only makes him cum harder because he knows it's filthy of him to be jerking off to a woman he's never even spoken to before.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #lee bodecker smut #this week. is somehow. still. not. over #I think the smallest little thing will have me bursting into tears tomorrow #I can feeeeeeel the meltdown pending #it's sitting in my head just stewing #I think if my dress doesn't arrive in time for Saturday it'll be the final straw #which is such a non-issue but I just can't with this week anymore #I don't have a backup plan #nor do I have a plus one and everyone else does ☹️

[thegreatwicked]

Ok, are there any AKverse Jason Todd fans who just want to see this poor broken man just absolutely loved on and pampered by a lover? Not him being dominant just him being spoiled and pleasured? Is it just me? Fuck no need to write this. I’ll be right back. -boots up laptop-

#jason todd deserves better #i have too many stories #fanfiction is life #original character #fanfiction pending #batman arkham series #arkham knight #arkhamverse #jason todd smut

[historias-multorum]

@ladytsunadehime

Madara let out a low chuckle as he stood in front of Tsunade. "Like what you see my sweet?" He was in the nude as well.

It was an odd thing to be in the same room naked with the woman who fought you. What a world...

#ladytsunadehime #Muse: Madara #Sinners come out to play(Sinday) #This story is for adults(NSFW) #Dirty dancing(Smut) #*Ship tag pending*

[heyifinallyhaveablog]

Okay, super late post, on this tag by @vanderwoodlings . Sorry my love, I was visiting my family back in my hometown, and well, between my maternal home and my 'actual' marital home, I had my hands, and my brain super full.

So this is kind of an OC idea that I had off the top of my head. Note that this is just an idea that I have for a story, which isn't for a fandom per se. Kind of smutty (reminds me of the times I managed to write smut).

Also tagging: @chaanv , @vidhurvrika and @bleedinknight for sharing their WIPs.

'Ouch!' she giggled, wriggling in his arms, as he began kissing her neck, all the while holding her tightly to himself in that lone corner, amidst the wedding festivities.

She kept chortling uncontrollably as he continued flooding her with kisses, tightening his arms around her with every breath he took. Between his endless ground reports and fighting with the current administration, he had absolutely no time with his beloved, in what seemed like an eternity.

He stopped, all of a sudden.

'Ruku' he breathed, pressing himself hard against her.

'Let's get the fuck out of here.' he whispered.

He vigourously tugged at her hand.

'Not like this,' she resisted.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!, his heart leapt.

This certainly was getting better. Heaven knew, how he loved those little games she had a penchant for throwing in, everytime they got hot and heavy. It kept the tension going, elevated the stakes, and, oh! -

There was no telling what it did to the pleasure it brought them later when they -

'You want to let them know, don't you?'

They ran into the garden, still buzzing with a sizeable portion of the city's elite.

'Your father shall have my head for this,' he huffed.

She pressed herself closer to him, daring him to take the bait. Whatever their parents could do, would have to wait until, next afternoon, in the very least.

Or maybe the day after.

Sameer gladly obliged. There were a few shrieks here and there from the older people when they saw a pink-lehenga clad female being voraciously ravaged in the callous arms of the groom's best friend, in a tuxedo. A few younger people cheered when he threw his suit on the supremely primed, and mowed lawn.

The kisses and the heavy breathing continued as the guests watched them upping the ante. It was only when the strings of her blouse came loose, that she stopped him.

'Now!' her eyes twinkled as she heard the bouncers.

He swiftly lifted her off the ground, and broke into a run. He had outrun tens of reporters, while fighting off armed security personnel for his award winning ground reports, hence, this was pure cakewalk for him.

The winning smile on her lips told him that their night had just begun.

#writing games #tags #inksplotch #ideas #also yeah my writing is super rusty and this is me with my weird ideas in today's random episode of weirdness with weirdo #also if you're below 18 #and not into smut then please do not read this #also yeah #I've always been comfortable with PDA in my writings and of course not otherwise #so yeah this is whatever #this is basically one of those ideas that will never see the light of the day #also yeah I should begin writing the fics that I want to write which are still pending

[hlizr50]

You See a Sight that Almost Stops Your Heart

Thriller Night: Part 1 - Ruhn x Lidia

Ruhn has barely heard from Lidia all day, and now she's late. He can't help but worry, but whenshe arrives he finds out that she has plans for him. And quite a few surprises.

Content Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Shameless Smut, Piercings, References to Bondage

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Author: @hlizr50 | Masterlist

This is the first installment of Thriller Night: A Crescent City Kinktober Event! Make sure to check out the rest of the collection and the other amazing authors!

Part 1: Ruhn x Lidia by @hlizr50

Part 2: Hunt x Bryce by @headcanonheadcase

Part 3: Ithan x Wolf Mystic (Willow) by @headcanonheadcase

Part 4: Hypaxia x Celestina by @damedechance

Part 5: Fury x Juniper by @vikingmagic33

Part 6: Declan x Marc by @mystical-blaise

Part 7: Flynn x Ariadne by @ofduskanddreams

Part 8: Tharion by @damedechance

Thriller Night Masterlist

The collection will be updated daily on AO3 and the masterlist. The collection will be complete and all updates finalized by end of day 10/31.

For what must have been the fourth or fiftieth time, Ruhn fished his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, the screen lighting with the time and date as soon as it sensed him holding it up. Technology was fucking awesome, but those gleaming white letters and numbers were just taunting him, as were the lack of message notifications in the corner.

Where the Hel was she?

Sure, they hadn’t agreed on a strict time. If they had, she would have been there right on the dot. Lidia was rigid and regimented, perfectly punctual. If the Valbaran prince had asked her to meet at some ridiculously random time - 6:37pm or something stupid like that - she would be there before the clock struck 6:38.

And, yes, everyone, even Lidia Cervos, knew that if a party started at 8pm, it didn’t really start then. Even though they were all grown-ass adults, this still held somewhat true. He and his friends had all fallen into serious relationships. They had all experienced war and loss and fear in the last few years, and they’d all matured to some extent.

But Death Day was a party, and if anyone knew how to party, it was Ruhn Danaan, Declan Emmett, and Tristan Flynn.

He’d left his shifter in their bed this morning, with little more than a kiss and a reminder that he would be at the house at 8 to help Flynn out. They had settled on nothing more than that, and she had been incredibly quiet throughout the day. Her texts had been short, straight to the point. And she hadn’t even called him a pig or sent him an eyeroll emoji when he asked what she was wearing tonight. Just a promise that he would see when she got there.

He looked at his phone again.

8:41pm.

“No costume tonight?” Flynn’s booming chuckle broke him from his reverie before one hand clapped him on the shoulder, the other handing Ruhn a beer. Grateful, he took it, popping the top and shooting his friend a smirk. Ruhn knew there was a keg somewhere - knowing Flynn there may well be three or four - but he was appreciative of the offering of one of his favorites in the brown glass bottle. At least to start.

“Nah. We both decided not to.”

“Too bad. Would’ve loved to see her dressed as a sexy cat or medwitch.” Flynn sighed wistfully, earning an elbow to the gut.

“Were you daydreaming about my mate in a sexy Death Day costume? The fuck, Flynn?” Ruhn couldn’t keep the edge in his voice, shaking his head with a resigned half-grin at his brother. For all the gods, he could not understand how Ariadne managed to keep him in line. “Does a certain dragon know about this? I can’t imagine she’d be particularly happy.” Flynn’s brown eyes widened slightly as he coughed on the swig of beer he’d just taken, causing the raven-haired male’s grin to widen into something more devious. 

“No, no that’s not necessary,” his friend wheezed, clearing his throat. Ruhn’s jaw dropped, ready to say more, but the doorbell rang its shrill, olden days buzz. Saved by the bell, the young lord strode to the door, Ruhn following as he pulled it open. There was a strange silence, but he couldn’t yet see who had arrived. “Sweet fucking fuck, Cervos, you sure know how to make an entrance.” Flynn still hadn’t moved, and knowing that Lidia was the one on the threshold of the mansion and that his friend was clearly ogling her drew a rumble of warning from his chest. Gripping a shoulder, Ruhn all but threw his friend to the side, nearly desperate to see his lover after being made to wait so long.

But he was so woefully unprepared for what he saw.

The first thing he noticed was a familiar dark hilt jutting from behind her. His brows knitted for a moment, unsure why she would be carrying the Starsword. But then he took the rest of her in, and his forehead relaxed as the rest of his face and body went slack.

Long, luxurious golden hair was pulled into an elaborate braid that somehow looked both messy and intentional, forming something of a mohawk down the center of her head. Not unlike his own hair, which - as his violet-blue eyes trailed down the rest of her - may have been the intent. Her leather jacket was open, revealing a tiny, cropped v-neck tee and a toned stomach dotted with temporary tattoos that were decent enough imitations of the ones that decorated his skin. A chunky black belt ringed the top of indecent denim shorts, the frayed hem falling over fishnet tights.

Ruhn could feel his jeans tightening as his perusal followed the little diamond pattern until they reached her knees. And there, his gaze followed little laces as they passed under chains and buckles that seemed to blaze in the moonlight, until his intense study of her form finally reached her toes. Working on a swallow, his palm absently rubbing against his chest, he found her questioning gaze. Twin burning lanterns of liquid gold surrounded by smoke and shadow. And fuck those lips - painted a sinful shade of what he could only describe as ‘fuck-me red’.

“I thought…” The fae male had to clear his throat before rasping the words, “I thought we weren’t dressing up.” Lidia shrugged, those crimson lips stretching into a satisfied smirk. She stepped forward, entering his space, her face tilted up to his.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she cooed. Then she placed her palms on his chest and stretched up to place a kiss on his lips - a kiss that was far too innocent to have come from the bewitching sex goddess before him.

“It is a very, very good surprise,” he murmured, voice husky and ragged. He needed to get her inside. Somewhere private. Hopefully his raging hard-on wouldn’t be too noticeable as he rushed her to the nearest bathroom, though that seemed like it would be too cramped to be able to appreciate what she’d put together. And it would be a shame if he tore it off her before the night had even started…

Lidia’s breath was a searing brand at his ear. He hadn’t even felt her move. “It’s not the only one,” she whispered. With a casual pat to his pectoral, the jaw-dropping shifter moved around him and padded into the mansion, leaving a stunned Ruhn Danaan still trying to catch his breath.

The cool night air seeped into his skin, the chill sealing her absence. With a blink he spun, realizing that his mate - dressed as pure sin - was alone in that house. Males would be looking at her, Flynn being one of them, and his feet moved on a surge of possessiveness. When he found her she was talking to the bastard in question, and he grew impossibly harder when he noticed the way her ass cheeks peeked out temptingly from her shorts. Not to mention the way that long braid trailed down her back, over the sword he’d worn for so many years before Bryce had revealed herself as the true Starborn heir. He never realized seeing Lidia wearing a sword was something he needed in his life, but now he found himself wondering what she would look like if that was the only thing she wore.

It was that notion that solidified his certainty that they needed some… private time.

A few purposeful strides and he was behind her, his hands clutching her hips and pulling her against him. The friction was delicious, and he knew there was no way she couldn’t feel his arousal at her back. Ruhn hummed casually, dipping his chin over her shoulder and pressing his mouth against her cheek.

“I missed you today,” he murmured, letting his nose and mouth roam up toward her ear. “And I think we need some alone time”

She didn’t excuse herself from the conversation, didn’t utter a single word. Lidia only turned her chin to look into his eyes, the corner of her lips lifting. Gripping one of the hands at her hip she began walking, leading her mate to the stairs and beginning the climb. Her ass swayed, practically in his face, those shorts hiding so little. Gods, he wanted to cup those delectable, muscled cheeks.

“My eyes are up here, Princeling,” she crooned, turning a knowing golden gaze over her shoulder as she walked. 

“So all of this is purely innocent, then? No intention of distracting me with your tiny scraps that could barely be considered clothing?”

“Do you not like them?” Her pace quickened, tugging on his arm to pull him faster, until they reached the landing. He jerked his arm back, pulling her into his chest with a squeak, and let his palms find the curve of her waist.

“Don’t go putting words in my mouth, now, sweet girl.” The words were more of a growl than anything civilized, and the way her eyes glittered made his heart tumble and flutter. Lidia Cervos was testing his control.

Ruhn had always kept himself on a short leash with the shifter. Knowing what he did about her time with Pollux Antonius, he was always careful. It would gut him if he ever did something to cause her pain or fear. She’d assured him that he didn’t have to be so delicate, on more than one occasion. And now…

His attention had been so focused on her heated stare and parted lips that he hadn’t even realized that she’d pulled him into what appeared to be a study, with built-in shelves and a great desk, all crafted from dark cherry wood. And she continued her backward journey, until she was pressed against the beveled edge of the wooden surface. Ruhn leaned forward and rested his palms upon the cool, lacquered finish, caging the delectable female between muscled arms painted with intricate scrollwork and flowers and symbols. The beating pulse below her ear called to him, and he did not deny himself a taste of her sweetness.

Her lovely mint-and-rosemary scent flooded his senses as his lips brushed her heartbeat, then over her jaw, until he reached her crimson lips. He wanted to dive into them, plunge into her warmth. But when he ran his tongue over the seam of her mouth her hands pressed against his chest. When he lifted his eyes, he found her darkened gaze. She pushed him with more force, until he had to take a step back, and then another, and another. Until his back hit the wall.

“Lidia,” he murmured, watching her as her lips curled into a devilish smile. One finger pushed against the ring in his lower lip, and then she trailed it over his chin and down his throat, and further still. Until she had lowered herself to her knees before him, her fingers working first at his belt, then the button and fly of his jeans. “Lidia, baby, what are you doing?” he asked, but he reached over to shut the study door. His raging arousal had not quieted in the least, and he hissed as his mate pulled down his pants and boxers and exposed him to the cool evening air.

“I told you I had more surprises,” she purred, stroking him from base to tip and earning an animalistic groan. She was going to be the death of him. He stared at her as she opened her mouth, watching his cock slide between her blood red lips. It was all wet heat and pleasure, but there was something else, a new sensation as her tongue met his rigid length.

“Holy fuck,” he growled, feeling something smooth and cool flicking against him as the tip of her tongue toyed with him. Reaching down he gripped her chin, pulling himself out of her mouth. “Open up and show me your tongue, sweet girl.” It hadn’t been intended as a command, but there was no helping it. Ruhn was positively feral with need, and if he was about to see what he thought he would, he might explode right there.

And there it fucking was, a metal bar through her tongue, a little silver ball the culprit of those strange, incredible feelings. His grip tightened, and she giggled.

“I was thorough when putting together this costume, Ruhn,” she said, voice seductive as sin. “Very, very thorough.”

The prince pulled the golden-haired female to her feet, his grip hard on her jaw as he claimed his kiss, forcing his tongue into battle and playing with her new metal decoration. His erection was stiff against her stomach, growing achingly more rigid at the realization that her thoroughness may expand to other hidden areas. After all, she’d said there were more surprises, plural, hadn’t she?

He swallowed her heavy breaths with a groan and gripped her ass, pleasantly surprised that her immediate response was to lift her legs and hook them around his waist. Ruhn hurriedly walked them back to the desk, stepping out of his boxers and jeans in the process. Muscular legs relaxed when he settled Lidia upon the polished wood surface The dark-haired fae was unwilling to move his mouth from hers, but began fumbling at the buckles that kept the scabbard at her back.

“Impatient,” Lidia rasped against his lips with an amused huff. His hands didn’t slow, even for a moment, ripping the leather jacket down her arms as soon as the ancient blade clattered down to the floor.

“The only reason I’m not tearing these scraps off you is because this,” he palmed a breast over her tiny t-shirt, “and this,” his hand slid slightly further up, settling over what felt like a heartbeat as heavy and needy as his own, “are mine.” His words fell out between kisses, only separating long enough to pull the miniature tee over her head, revealing the scandalous black mesh bra that hid almost nothing, but did glorious things for her cleavage. And the little gold bar between those perfect breasts called to him - a blessed, simple front clasp.

Thank fuck.

“I waited so long for you, for the chance to stand by your side. And I don’t want to share. Is that all right, sweet girl?” Her answering moan went straight to his cock, and his calloused fingers finally unhooked the clasp to her lingerie, freeing her from her confines.

It was nothing less than an act of the gods that he didn’t cum right then.

Because through the peak of her left nipple was another little bar, each end a tiny gunmetal ball. A piercing to match his own.

Thorough, indeed.

“You’re fucking killing me, Lidia,” he growled, lowering his head to suck the pierced bud between his teeth. Her gasp was a gale-forced wind, fanning the flames of his lust as she plunged her fingers into his braid.

“Good, because it hurt like a motherfucker,” she answered. Ruhn’s chuckle was rich with dark promise as it rumbled from his chest and off his tongue, stimulating the bud he’d suckled into his mouth. Her other breast was in his palm, as he squeezed and massaged the sensitive flesh. When her fingers tightened against his scalp, he was only spurred onward.

His hands found her belt buckle as he trailed his tongue up over her chest, tasting her collarbone and throat before nibbling at her jaw. “Any more hidden surprises waiting for me, Starlight?” Ruhn grinned against her heated skin, reveling in the way her need seemed to match his own, her hips undulating as he opened the belt and unbuttoned and unzipped those teeny tiny shorts. “Lift your hips, baby.” With the shorts gone, the fishnets were next. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, and his arousal twitched with impatience.

Only the fishnets were left. And, much to his utter delight, tearing them open was a very viable option.

And tear them open he did.

“Gods-fucking-dammit,” he snarled. Her wetness shimmered in the moonlight, but it was the tiny ring in the hood that covered her clit that had sent him into a string of feral curses.

“Surpriiiiiise,” she mused, clearly satisfied with herself. But he would wipe that smug grin off her face. Ruhn would show her who was in charge, and he plunged two fingers deep into her slick heat, immediately pistoning them inside her. “Oh, fuck, Ruhn!” she cried, her fingers returning to his nape. She was so wet, so ready for him, and already so close to the edge. Not that he could blame her - he’d been about to explode since he saw her on the doorstep.

“Ready so soon?” he crooned, a question he didn’t expect her to answer. Instead of waiting for a response, he knelt down and sucked that little hoop into his mouth, tonguing the sensitive bud beneath it.

Lidia shattered, his name a wail on her lips, but his fingers kept working. His mouth remained on her, stretching her ecstasy until she collapsed onto the desk, legs trembling. Ruhn met her liquid gold gaze above her heaving breasts, flashing a rakish grin. One of her hands reached to him, brushing over his temple in invitation. He stood first, then leaned his body over hers, taking in her languid state with smug male satisfaction.

“Why are you not naked?”

Confused, the fae male glanced over to where his pants were puddled on the floor, before looking down at his black shirt with an amused huff. He hadn’t even realized. Hel, he still had his socks and shoes on. Sexy. But he took it in stride. “I could ask you the same question,” he crooned, jerking his chin toward her ruined fishnets and tall combat boots, the many chains and buckles catching the pale light drifting in through the windows.

“Well, whose fault is that?” Lidia demanded, voice cracking. Violet eyes darkened beneath a cocked eyebrow, the inked Vanir enjoying the challenge in her tone, ready to tease.

“As I recall,” Ruhn drawled, turning his attention to the zipper on the inside of her calf. The boots were a veritable bondage wet dream, if he were honest, the silver hardware glinting against the supple black leather. “You were quite impatient.” He tugged at the pull slowly, devastatingly so, humming in satisfaction as her shapely calf was revealed to him, inch by delectable inch. When he finally reached the bottom, he gingerly tugged the shoe off her foot, looking into his mate’s eyes as he tossed it carelessly to the floor with a few clinks and a thud. Then his focus shifted to her other leg. He dragged a finger over the three gleaming buckles at her ankle and the leather straps that circled it, before lifting a few strands of thick layered chains. When he dropped them the links jingled against each other, a sweet song of kinky promise. Ruhn found himself wishing they were detachable, his erection reminding him that he was still very much wanting as his mind conjured visions of his Starlight’s wrists and ankles wrapped in metal. He looked up at her again, finding that she’d lifted herself, sitting up and leaning back on her hands.

“I like these.” He smirked at the faint blush that colored her cheeks, wondering if she was imagining the same things he was. “A lot.”

“Is that so?” she replied breathily as Ruhn unzipped the remaining boot, eyes glued to fathomless pools of amber. He assumed it fell to the floor, but he was truly aware of nothing. Nothing except her. “You like leather and buckles and chains?” He didn’t miss how her tongue darted out to wet her lips. How her voice did not seem timid or fearful. But still he hesitated, wary of digging up any triggers that the Hammer might have left in his wake. Toeing his shoes and socks off, he let the silence stretch, watching her expression for any hint of uncertainty. When he saw nothing but her piqued interest and a tilt of the chin he leaned in, placing his palms on the desk on either side of her hips, the tips of his fingers brushing across her manicured nails. Her breath warmed his lips - so close - and he craved a taste.

“And what if I said that I do?” Ruhn waited, watched. Every blink, twitch of her lips, crinkle of her nose or brow. Searching for the slightest bit of concern. It didn’t take her but a moment to answer.

“You told me once that you’re a dominant male,” she began, dragging her plump lower lip between her teeth. Ruhn lifted a hand to cup her cheek, the rough pad of his thumb sweeping across the apple.

“And I also said that I don’t pressure my partners into things they don’t–” Lidia silenced him, closing the distance between them and stealing his words with a kiss. Her fingers skated over the buzzed side of his head, and he shuddered.

“Show me,” she whispered against his lips. Ruhn drew back, only a breath. Only far enough to let her words wash over him and his wide-eyed stare, to see the truth in her gaze.

Any remaining restraint he’d had vanished the moment her lips tilted into a gentle smile.

Ruhn surged forward, splitting her grin with his tongue and plundering those delicious red lips. Her hands cupped his face, holding on tight. His chuckle was dark against her mouth, and he brought his hands up to grip her wrists, pushing them away from his face before grabbing both in his broad palm. Lifting them over her head, the tattooed male leaned over her, forcing her to return to her back, her arms hitting the surface of the desk a moment later. Ruhn’s braid dangled down over a muscled shoulder as he loomed over her. Something deep within him stirred as he glanced up to her wrists in his grasp and pinned to the lacquered wood. He returned his focus to her face as he slowly, gratuitously drew his other hand up her body - her toned stomach, then up between her breasts. Until his palm fell against her neck, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His whisper was fierce. Reverent, even as his fingers burrowed into the hair at her nape. He lowered his lips to the corner of her mouth before flashing a devilish grin. “I have you right where I want you now, Starlight.” The shifter seemed to shudder beneath his touch, and it went straight to his aching cock. He could smell her arousal, heady and sweet. He needed to feel it, to be in it. And so his hand began a downward journey, retracing its path down her torso until it dipped below her navel, then further still. Until he reached her apex, calloused fingers stopping just short of that aching bud he’d had his mouth on mere minutes before. His thumb found that little ring in her hood and she gasped, the cool metal reminding him just how perfect she was. How she knew just how to push all his buttons.

“Are you ready for me, Lidia?” he crooned, inching his touch lower, until he found wetness and delicious, searing heat. His eyes rolled back, his exaggerated inhale and exhale stuttering. “Gods, you’re practically fucking dripping for me.” He looked up to her, casually shrugging a shoulder before sinking two fingers deep into her. Her wrists tensed in his grip as she flexed her fingers, a moan passing through her lips. Ruhn leaned back in, stealing a tender kiss. Then another, then a third. All the while, he lazily pumped his fingers in and out. Gods, all he wanted was to be inside her, burying himself to the hilt over and over with a punishing rhythm. But there would be time for that, and he was a patient male. Just because the sexy shifter had asked him to take charge didn’t mean it was going to be some messy, thoughtless, animalistic rough fuck. Ruhn was prepared to take his time, to drive his mate mad with pleasure. After all she’d been through, it was the least she deserved.

But, of course, he would be pounding into her before he was through - ideally reaching his climax to the sweet song of her screaming his name.

He took this chance to take her in - the way her cheeks and chest flushed, the way her eyelashes fell low over liquid pools of pure gold. A tiny whimper fell from her lips, and her hips bucked against his ministrations.

“Tell me what you want, Lidia,” was his response. Her answer was something of a groan mixed with a growl, and his lips quirked. “Use your words.” The pink in her cheeks deepened at the command, as if she only now realized that she might have to verbalize the things he was going to do. So instead, she bared her teeth.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” she hissed, but her eyes rolled back as he curled his fingers up inside her, brushing that oh-so-sensitive place.

“Don’t worry, greedy girl.” The shifter’s breath hitched, and Ruhn grinned - a dazzling, devilish thing - as he leaned down again, their noses nearly touching. He could breathe her in, devour her impatience, give her something else to do with those lips that seemed far too willing to make demands. “Soon enough, I’ll be burying myself so deep inside you so hard that you won’t even remember your own name. Hel, it might even happen before that, because I’m going to make sure to wring every ounce of pleasure from this wicked little body - until you don’t think you can take anymore - and then I will fuck you. But until then, you have to be patient. Can you be a good girl and be patient for me?” Her eyes had blown wide, her hips now undulating rhythmically with the pace of his fingers. Lidia gave a weak nod, to which he responded with a tsk as he pulled his fingers out.

The things her frustrated cry did to his cock when he did…

His voice lowered an octave, gravelly and nearly hoarse. “Use your words, sweet girl. Are you going to be patient?” His mate’s reply was almost immediate.

“Yes! Yes, Ruhn. Please.”

With a satisfied hum his fingers returned, pistoning into her sex hard and fast. His thumb found her clit and spread her wetness over it, before rubbing in tiny circles. Working that sensitive bud as he coaxed her ever-closer to the edge, her chest heaving with the extra effort it was taking her to breathe. Ruhn dipped his head and pulled her newly-pierced nipple between his teeth, feeling her walls clench around him.

“That’s it, Lidia. Cum on my fingers. I know you’re close,” he murmured against her breast. Then he sucked the tip in again, curled his fingers up against her spasming muscles, and ground the calloused pad of his thumb into that bundle of nerves.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, voice cracking, as he pulled her climax into his waiting palm. Lidia’s crackling moan turned into a sharp wail as Ruhn’s fingers worked her through every second, dragging from her every last muscle twitch and stuttered breath and strangled curse. When her orgasm subsided and he finally drew his hand away, he stared straight into a lustful gaze and licked his fingers clean. 

“You’re an animal,” Lidia scoffed, but affection shimmered in her eyes. The fae male chuckled and finally released his grip on her wrists.

“And you,” he began before claiming her mouth in a long, promise-laden kiss, “are delicious.” Sliding his hands under her, he lifted her up so she was sitting, with his nude, hard body between her legs. Moonlit indigo eyes grazed over her form, his impatient, needy fingers following. He cupped her left breast and brushed a thumb over the dusky nipple, its warmth at odds with the cool metal spheres on either side. His gaze dipped lower, to her apex, the silver hoop still gleaming like a beacon to his desire, though it was hidden from the light. “So when did this happen?” he asked as he returned his attention to his mate’s expression. Burning Solas, she was so fucking exquisite. He had always thought so, even when her stares had been hard and she wore her mask of cruelty and ice. But Lidia’s beauty had transformed into something warm and comforting. Looking at her was like coming home. He’d always had his mother, Bryce, and the boys, but this was different. Lidia never judged him. She listened and discussed and offered her thoughts and experiences, but the love he found in the amber ocean of her gaze was powerful. All-consuming.

“Today.” Ruhn’s brows shot up at her answer, though he should have known. They’d had sex the night before, and he definitely would have noticed her accessories had they been there. But if she’d just gotten them today, there was no way she could be fully healed. They may be Vanir, but she’d still had holes poked through her flesh. That didn’t just magically go away. The fae’s dark brows furrowed as he worried his lip ring with his tongue, and she giggled. “I may or may not have asked Hypaxia to help speed the healing.”

“Ah,” he breathed with an absent nod of realization. “So she was aware of your devious plan? Is this why you were so quiet today?” Lidia chewed on her lip and looked up at him through thick, dark lashes. His erection twitched, as if to remind him that he was still very much wanting. As if he couldn’t see the vixen right in front of him.

“I didn’t want to spoil the surprise,” she murmured quietly. Her lips twitched. “I wanted to see what you’d do. How you’d react.”

“And did I satisfy your wicked curiosity, sweet girl?” Ruhn leaned in, still stroking a thumb over her piercing as his other hand moved to grip her hip. His mouth pressed against her neck, right below her ear, before his tongue darted out to taste her sweet flesh. He nibbled there, suckling at the sensitive spot, and gave a dark, stuttered huff when she gasped and her body jerked in his grasp.

Her breathy yes was barely a whisper, even though it seemed to echo through him. With great effort he removed his hand from her breast, sending it downward so he was gripping her hips with both hands. Ruhn looked down for just a moment, placing himself in line with her entrance. As he thrust into her he captured her mouth, inhaling her moan as she took him to the hilt. He pulled out almost completely before pushing back in. It was a slow, patient pace, but deep and hard, and she panted against his lips with every upward thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so godsdamned good,” he rasped. It turned into a groan when he felt Lidia’s fingernails digging into his back - a delicious, erotic pain. “Oh, yes, baby. You better hold on tight.” He picked up speed, continuing to pound into her as her nails raked over his skin. His grip was firm on her hips, though he was momentarily distracted from her lips by the glint of her nipple piercing as it bounced in the moonlight.

“Ruhn.” The way she drew out his name felt like decadent sin - the slow, sickly sweet fall of honey from the comb. It lit him from within, flames churning his blood, driving his hips into a frantic rhythm.

“Tell me, Lidia. How does it feel having me so deep inside you? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Her only response was a whimper, as he felt her walls begin to flutter. With a snarl he pulled out and jerked her off of the desk. Her feet had barely touched the ground when he flipped her body around and then pushed her hips against the wood, a hand on her shoulder pushing her chest down on the lacquered surface. When he thrust back into her soaked core she cried out, and the vibration made his cock ache in the most satisfying way.

And then he was pounding into her.

His mate’s voice broke as she wailed a curse, and he felt her muscles clenching as she climaxed, but he wasn’t finished. The tattooed male kept thrusting, fucking her through her orgasm, his attention fixed on the way her fingers clutched at the beveled edge of the desk, knuckles white.

“Oh, fuck, Ruhn!” Gods, he loved the way she called his name in the throes of her ecstasy.

“Mmmm yes, sweet girl? Did you just cum on my cock?” When she didn’t answer, only panted in time with his thrusts, he brought a broad hand down upon her ass. It won him a curse from her lips, and he grinned. “Tell me, Lidia. Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Another slap, against her other cheek, and she answered with a roughened scream.

“Yes! Fuck, yes, Ruhn!”

He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he pulled her back up by her shoulders, her back arching as he wrapped his arms around her. One hand palmed her throat, the other squeezing a pert breast as his movement stalled. With an inhale, he breathed her in and reveled in her essence. Then his lips brushed the shell of her ear, breath hot upon her flushed skin.

“And do you want to cum again, sweet girl?”

Her response was a stuttering whisper. “Y-y-yes.” He practically purred, the sound rumbling through his chest, as he began to saw into her again. He kept his grip on her neck while his other palm slid down her stomach until his fingers found their destination. Two callous-padded fingertips circled her clit, already swollen and sensitive from his attention and her arousal. The new stimulation drew a strangled shriek from her throat, the sound humming against his grip. His pace became frantic and uneven, and he knew he would burst soon. But he knew that his mate wouldn’t last long, either. So he whispered his indecent encouragement into her ear. 

“Now be a good girl and cum for me. I want everyone on this fucking block to hear the pleasure I’m giving you.”

Lidia detonated around him, squeezing him so tightly he couldn’t stop himself from falling over the edge with her. She screamed - a jagged, crackling wail - as he jerked and released into her. His fingers continued rubbing at that bundle of frayed nerves, coaxing tremors from her body, the spasms milking him until they were both spent.

Ruhn slowly lowered himself to his knees, pulling out of her before guiding her down with him. He didn’t want her to come down from the high splayed across the desk. He wanted to hold her and touch her and love her, so he sat on the floor and gathered the golden-haired shifter against his broad, glistening chest. His hands roamed over her back as her shivers subsided, and he whispered sweet words of praise and gratitude against her hair as her fingers traced the tattoos on his pec and toned stomach.

“Was that okay, Starlight?” he asked, apprehension building as the silence lengthened between them. Sure, she’d asked him to take control, but he wanted to be certain. Needed to be. Lidia lifted her head and palmed his jaw, drawing his gaze into warm pools of gold.

“I loved it, Ruhn.” She pulled him down and placed a tender kiss upon his lips. “I loved it and I love you.”

The Valbaran prince wasn’t sure if he’d ever smiled so wide. “I love you, too, sweet girl.”

After a few more minutes Ruhn begrudgingly acknowledged that their absence had likely been noticed by now - assuming nobody had heard Lidia’s screaming climax - and that they should probably get dressed. He lifted the shifter from his lap and gathered the clothes that had been scattered over the floor. Something jingled when he palmed her leather jacket, and his brows nearly rose to his hairline when he drew the source of the noise from one of the pockets.

A pair of shiny silver handcuffs.

“Lidia,” he started, turning to her with them hanging from a finger. “Do you want to tell me why these are in your pocket?”

His mate just shrugged, pulling her tiny shorts over her now-bare legs - the fishnets had been considered a lost cause and discarded. “I was prepared to offer additional encouragement if you were still unwilling to take control.” Ruhn groaned, willing his growing hardness away with grinding teeth.

“Such a shame. If I’d have known I had these at my disposal…” His voice trailed off as Lidia sauntered to him and grabbed the cuffs and her jacket from his grasp. She rose onto her toes and kissed his cheek.

“There’s always next time, Princeling.” 

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[queen-dahlia]

Currently working but my mind is creating some scenarios that I really like...

And now I'm too tempted to write an angst for Chevalier vs. Gilbert...

Where Emma (already in a relationship with him) got into an accident and when she woke up she had amnesia. Somewhere along her recovery she fell in love with his enemy. Still dk who will steal her away from her lover ajjxjsp

This might be another dark story 👀

I'll be right back

#idea still pending on my brain tho #a lot of pending ideas that i cant even finished once i started writing 🤡🤡🤡 #im not even halfway for the fluff that im writing... followed by angst... then smut #me rn: 🤡🤡🤡

[wreckmetoji]

I’m taking advantage of your male reader comfort zone and I’m sharing my brainrot.

AU priestWolfwood with a twink!reader (because size kink). PriestWolfwood who dreads hearing you enter the confessional because despite how innocent you look you always have the most lewd and teasing confessions about him.

PriestWolfwood who listens to your confession twice a week every week until he can’t take it anymore and drags you to his side and has you choking on his cock while he listens to the remaining parishioners.

PriestWolfwood who takes you back to his apartment at the back of the church and spends all night fucking you full of his cum to make up for the amount of teasing you have put him through.

-🐁

I'm not gonna lie to you boss. I sat there and periodically opened my phone to read this ask like ten different fucking times because I'm foaming at the mouth at the thought of corrupted priest Wolfwood. I will personally punch a hole big enough for his dick to fit through, I'm on my hands and fucking knees and I'm

#🐁 anon #ede answers #I GUESS IM WRITING ANOTHER WOLFWOOD FIC HUH #HUHH????? WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME THIS SHOULD BE FUCKING ILLEGAL #10k of pure shameless debauched smut of priest wolfwood because I!!!! Need!!! his!!! dick!!!!! #like CMON MAN I have a knives fic pending and you throw me this juicy delicious bone??? #AND YOU EXPECT ME NOT TO TAKE IT???

[tiffanytoms]

Hey there 👋🏻 will we be seeing any updates soon? Completely get your taking a break but just curious, it’s been a long time so I know something good is coming……..😏😉😍

Haaaaaaa, get out of my mind! 😵‍💫

I actually just finished writing the final chapter of Baby Bird last night! I was hoping to get it up for all my poor peeps who wanted something to do instead of watching the SuperBowl today (ha) but I wasn’t able to edit it in time!

So it will just have to be a smutty Valentine’s Day treat instead❣️ (Which I think is much more fitting anyway 😌)

Woot woooo!

#baby bird #update pending #smut is coming #😂 #Jily smut #bodyguard James potter #bodyguard au #anon asks

[rosiethals]

the I love you always one!!!

coming right up!

this is one of my newer ideas born from riffing in Fightertown... we were originally talking about a Sereshaw au of Eternal Sunshine (a movie I haven't seen) but then it got me thinking about memory wiping as a concept and where I landed is here:

Jake and Bradley are members of some super secretive military unit that's hyper specialised and skilled. think like, super important jobs that require huge security clearance. how their superiors get around that security clearance is by wiping the teams memories at the end of each mission. so I'm thinking it's like a 5 times +1 fic of them hooking up/falling in love with each other and then forgetting over the years... with the plus one naturally being the time they don't forget. or, for added angst, when one of them doesn't forget and has to work on bringing the other up to speed... I actually really love the idea of this au and hope I can work on it soon!

ask me about my WIP list

#tag games #Sereshaw #hooking up on short missions... falling in love on longer missions... #smut domesticity their SOs throwing their hands up in despair when it happens AGAIN #and get this: each time they remember a bit more #like constant deja vu of having kissed touched fucked LOVED before #but with no real memory....... #I'm sorry I'm eating this au with a spoon #I love you always (there's no forgetting) #DEFINITELY a pending title because it feels so Serious

[beeoftheanxieties]

beginner anon here 👋 the writing is.. going! wrote more than 600 words so far and i will definitely write more today because i have the whole story planned (or well, i daydreamed about it)

it’s certainly a fun process but tell me why can i read the filthiest things but writing about a character just sitting on a couch makes me blush like crazyy, like it’s fun viewing them as characters in my story but damn it’s an intense feeling 😳 does it go away in time? 😅

Oh my sweet summer child...

First up: congrats on taking up writing and sticking with it! It will go slow at first, but recently I have found myself managing to write up a 5k fic in one sitting. maybe I need help haha.

And yes, you will occasionally go crazy while writing (like legit 'I need to stand up and jump a bit cause oh me oh my' crazy). It will get better in time, but also it never fully goes away. Never. And it's honestly kind of nice, cause if your writing has that kind of an effect on you, imagine what it does to your readers!

#fanfiction advice #why am i the go to for fanfiction advice haha #is it my ba in english and my pending ma? #probably not #must be my amazing smut skills

[inklingofadream]

polychives document hit 50k folks

#writing #polychives au #ink post #literally who can say if that will translate into a chapter tomorrow #this one (probably. break point pending) requires several things out of my comfort zone #both in terms of how smut generally is and in terms of how secondhand embarrassment and social anxiety are literally always there

[athenasparrow]

You really kind of are the smut fairy👀

Now tell me the truth *holds you at gun point*, did you come with up that because of me? If yes, we need to discuss royalty arrangements. @charmsandtealeaves has experience.

Hahahahahaha! Yes, Abi! Your futile resistance to my smut sprinkles gave me the moniker. It's now on my profile and everything lol. I am missing out on a joke here - @charmsandtealeaves @abihastastybeans royalty arrangements? 😂😂😂

#abi tag #charms #athena was asked #about royalty arrangements #athena the smut fairy #COPYRIGHT #PATENT PENDING #whatever the fuck else I need to say #lol