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munsonownsmyass · 11 months

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Forbidden pleasures

Tristan Thorn x reader

Summary: Your desire for Tristan is big and you can't wait until your wedding night, so you decide to give him a little surprise.

Notes: This is a little smutty piece in "Yours forever after" universe (yeah, I gave it a name. It's a series now 🤣) and takes place between the proposal and the wedding. Hope you enjoy 😜

Warnings: Smut, 18+. Oral, m receiving. Tristan getting his first blowjob (technically his first time, I guess? First sexual experience with a woman, at least).. yeah, that's it 🙈

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The last few months had been the hardest of your life. You had always wanted Tristan, but after you’ve tasted his sweet lips and felt his desire for you, it had become harder and harder to be near him. Your desire for him had turned from small embers to a big flame, your desire burning through you like a wildfire. Your wedding night couldn’t come soon enough or else you fear you might burst into flames.

Even now, as he innocently holds your hand while politely talking to his father, your mind is elsewhere, thinking about what those hands could do to you.

Once the innkeeper swings by and steals your father’s attention, you pull Tristan with you, heading for the doors. “Where are we going?” He grins, not knowing your true intentions. You’re sure that if he knew, he’d try to stop you.

Out of sight, safely hidden from the crowd at the harvest dance, you push Tristan against the brick wall of his childhood home, claiming his lips in a heated kiss. He kisses you back with equal passion before his mind catches up and he pushes you away gently.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?”

“I know you can’t bed me until our wedding day, but my desire for you is burning me up.” You say bluntly, watching how his cheeks turn bright red. One hand moves down his body, finding the hard bulge waiting for you. A soft gasp escapes Tristan as he throws his head back against the stones.

“No, L-love. We can’t do t-that.” He mouth might say no, but behind his eyes is a fire matching your own and you feel him twitch against the palm of your hand.

“Don’t worry, my love.” You whisper seductively in his ear and with a smile on your lips, you fall on your knees in front of him, your hand caressing the hard outline of his cock. He bucks into your touch, whimpering your name. Whether it’s a plea to stop or a desperate notice to keep going, you do not know. But you choose to believe the latter.

“Sweetheart.” He breathes out, fighting to keep his composure. “I… I don’t want to compromise your virtue.”

“Don’t worry.” You feel bold and wink at him, pleased at the moan that escapes him. “Clara showed me what to do. Trust me.”

With a timid touch, you unbutton Tristan’s pants, feeling nervous. Clara had a thing for the butcher’s boy and confessed a week ago what they had done. She hadn’t been careful and had given her virginity to him, but she told of other things that had intrigued you. Things you could do with Tristan until your wedding day was finally here.

You look up at his flushed face, seeing how rapid his breathing is as his cock spring from his pants into the cold night air. He hisses at the cold, but he almost looses his footing when you wrap your hand around him.

“Love, you don’t have to do this.” He whispers through ragged breaths, and you know he speaks the truth. Had you walked away now, he wouldn’t be mad, but you want this. Want to feel his desire for you.

You’re nervous, your eyes settling on Tristan’s cock that’s just a few inches from your mouth. You let out a gush of air, trying to stifle your nervousness. Tristan gasps onto the wall behind him when he feels your breath on him.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing.” You say as you lick your lips, scooting closer.

“I’m sure I’ll like whatever you have in mind, my love.” Tristan blushes again, one of his hands cupping your cheeks softly.

You’re eager, remembering all that Clara has told you. Sticking your tongue out, you lick up the length of his cock. There’s no more hesitation and what you lack in skill, you make up for in enthusiasm. Above, you hear Tristan groan, doing his best to keep silent. Your mouth moves to the tip, taking him into your mouth. It’s sloppy, messy, and you fear its too wet. But all doubt evaporates when you look up at Tristan.

Mouth wide open as moan out your name, lost in the feeling of your mouth around him. Cheeks flushed as he pants, trying so hard not to buck into your mouth. He looks down at you, almost coming at the sight. His future wife, so innocent, now with your lips stretched around his cock, spit on your chin.

“Oh my God.” He moans again, his hand moving to hold your hair as you keep bopping up and down on his length. When you look up at Tristan, you can see how hard he’s fighting to keep his eyes open. His breathing becomes more ragged as you eagerly suck his cock, taking it deeper each time.

“I’m so close, sweetheart.” Tristan whimpers as you lick up his length one more time, your mouth closing around his hard cock as Tristan falls apart before you.

You swallow every drop he gives you, smiling to yourself as you hear him out of breath, endless praises for you falling from his lips. When he finally comes down from his high, he offers you a giant smile, still speechless.

“Was… Was that good enough, my love?” You ask with a coy smile as you stand. Tristan pulls you in for a passionate kiss before looking into your eyes.

“I need to buy Clara a gift it seems.” He chuckles, his cheeks a bright red. “Did… Did she mention if there’s any way I could do something similar for you? Perhaps?”

“She did actually.” You giggle before kissing Tristan again. You couldn’t wait for your wedding night, but this would certainly make the wait way more exciting.

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veayrss · 1 year

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Whats that mike?

//fluff//angst//spicy//

Mike wheeler x Reader

Summary: you and Mike are at his place all alone cuddling having fun and watching tv. Things get a bit heated an then his mom and little sister walks in.

Warnings: heavy make outs, grinding, almost getting caught, hard on’s.

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"M-MIKE S-s-STOP!" You yell at mike as your sitting on his thighs, and he's tickling you. he laughs at you and says, "why should I? You ate my last pizza roll." Then he keeps on.

You grab his hands and try your best to take them off of you, "M-MI-MIKE! I-I I CANT BRE-BREATH." He stops and lets you catch your breath, "you good?" He asks you. You take a deep breath appreciating air so much right now, "yes I'm good now." You look at him, and he looks at you, Then in the speed of light, he tickles you again.

"MIKE IM SORRY! ILL MAKE MORE! PLEASE." You beg hoping he'll listen and stop, and he does. "I'm done, I'm done."

You let out a long sigh and fall on his chest. He lets out a huff and wraps his arms around you. "I'm not making you more." You tell him, looking up at him seeing he's already staring at you.

"Yeah I know." He smiles and kissed your head, he leans to the table and grabs the tv remote and puts on some cartoons. As you watch Batman and Robin you quickly get bored.

You look up and see him watching the show the tv is giving. You wanna tease him a bit, So you do. You start to off by kissing his chin. To him that's a normal thing, a nice little peck. So all he does is give a light smile.

Then from his chin you go up his jawline, sitting up in the process, this catches mike off guard. He places his hands on your waist and closes his eyes from the sudden contact.

From the jawline you go down his neck, Mikes grip tightens on your waist. As you start to leave marks on his neck, his hands go up your shirt.

"Y/n.. what are u doing." Mike asks you in a low tone, "nothing love, just bored." You respond going back to his neck. Mike let's out a soft moan.

He then grabs your chin and makes you face him, "if you wanted me so bad you should have just told me love." With that he kisses you roughly, with a hint of love need and hunger.

As he's kissing you he pushes his tongue in your mouth and turns into Dora(if you know what I mean😜.)

As the kiss gets heated you start to grind down on him, then the door opens. You both pull away quickly.

Karen walks in with holly on her hip, then puts holly on the ground. “Hey guys, I left holly’s bag. Stay with her while I grab her stuff.” She says, running up the stairs to get her stuff.

Mike huffs, throwing his head back. You laughed at his antics, then holly walks over, so you move off of mike and grab her and place her on your lap. You start playing with her while mike still has his head hanging off the arm rest.

“Mikey.” Holly calls mike, in a questioning tone. He then lifts his head up and looks at her. “Yeah holly?” He asks raising one eyebrow.

She stares at him for a minute, then she asks her question. “What’s that?” She then points to his hard on. He looks down, you look down to and bursts out laughing.

He goes red and grabs a pillow and covers it up. “Don’t tell mom.” He told her in a stern tone. She then stares and nods then Karen comes downstairs.

“Ok, I got everything. Let’s go Holly!” She calls out, Holly gets off you and goes her mom. “Alr have fun guys I’ll be back around 3:30.” She tells you and Mike, picking Holly up.

“Ok! Buy ms Wheeler!” You smiled at her, and grabbed the blanket and covered yourself. “Oh please honey call me Karen.” She told you in a sweet tone and then smiled and left.

You look at mike with a smirk, “I love your mom.” He then gave you a stern look and if your going to be honest, that turned you on.

“Get your ass over here.” He said grabbing you, to finish what you started.

THE END!

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sister-salacious · 1 year

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Terzo x Fem reader

(New title: Hello my devil)

This is my personal fantasy so take this with a grain of salt 😜

It was a cool evening as I strolled into the viewing hall with a bundle of flowers, its been a few years now since they beheaded my beautiful Terzo. I still didn’t understand why Sister had it done, Copia could have done it without the death of the others. But she decided it had to be done and Terzo had to be beheaded to prove a point. I enter the viewing hall, my head pointed at the floor, the cold air licking my skin. The marble floors scuff beneath the heels of my boots the sound echoing. This room feels so empty these days with out Nihil hanging around his sons. I guess he has joined them now though.

I reach the case of Nihil and place a singular daisy on his coffin. He was a good looker when he was young but time was not friendly to his face. Next I stroll to Primo, he was never my favorite, he never did like me fooling around with his baby brother. I set a sprig of babies breath on his coffin before stepping to secundo. I roll my eyes seeing someone left a print out of a pitbull meme. I set a small day lily on his coffin and move on to my babys. As I near I notice something i should have seen before. His coffin is open, not only that but empty. Is it possible some one stole his body? I know it was well preserved but that seems a bit unreasonable to take a whole corpse. I set down the rest of my flowers inside where his head should lay and look around for any signs of a break in. At this hour of the night it is a little hard to see anything. Especially since Sister insists on keeping the lighting dim in here.

My feet shuffle along the ground, hoping to kick any amount of broken glass. Instead i hit something slick and my foot slides out from underneath me. As my body falls i feel a hand catch me before i hit the ground. I don’t dare to look at who catches me but rather what i slipped on. A small pool of blood sits smeared where my foot was, not old enough to have started drying up but it wasn’t fresh either. Thats when i feel it, the warm breath of a living person, one that was holding me. My eyes wander upwards and meet a very familiar face, and it smiles at me.

“ You.. YOU’RE dead so who are you really!?”

“I wish to explain but thats not something I can do right now, lets stand up yes?”

His voice is still sauve and sweet as it was all those months ago. His hands guide me back into a standing position, i stand there in shock staring at the man in front of me. It made no sense but here he was in his robes, gold thread looped in and out of his neck. A small trail of blood leads from the obvious wound in his neck. My hand instinctively wanders to the thread, Sister at-least gave him one last good thing i suppose, he pulls back ever so slightly. I feel his eyes digging into my skin begging i look up just a little further. I oblige meeting his eyes with mine. His blue eye still looks vibrant, he looks as if he hasn’t actually died and was maybe put on pause.

“I thought i would never see you again my love, death felt so.. cold.. it was empty not having you there with me”

“ i-i I don’t know what to say.. you were dead when i came to visit. Sistor had Copia take pictures with your severed head. How are you even here right now??”

He shushes me slightly as we hear the click of heels going past in the hallway. His eyes intently fixed on the door way as if at any moment someone could walk in and see us there. They grow closer then just as fast disappear. He looks back down at me his hat almost falling off as he does so.

“ we need to leave, do you think they kept my suits? This thing is a little.. obvious”

I nod and break away from his hands stepping to his coffin. Under the skirt was all of his old clothes and items held dear to him. I pull out his suits throwing his performance one to him before tucking the others away in my bag. I look back up as he strips out of his robes tossing them where his body once lay lifelessly, he practically jumps into his suit before looking back at me. I can not get over his face paint, it never seems to smudge or change, even in death. My mind starts to wander before being quickly pulled back to reality.

“Come, we have to get out of here”

His hand grabs mine as we flee out of the viewing room. Our shoes clack on the floor as we are practically running to leave the temple. I don’t dare question it as we burst out one of the side doors to a parking lot. He looks at me expectantly, it takes me a moment to process that he wasn’t looking at me but the necklace that held his key. I take it off and hand it over as we rush over to the slightly dusty black impala.

“I hope they didn’t disconnect anything with you having the key”

“No, they didn’t know I had made a copy of yours”

He jams the key in and unlocks the door before hoping in.

“ get in, i want to get away from here”

I jump in quickly to the passenger seat and he backs us out before gassing it out onto the streets. My eyes afix themselves on the slightly bleedijg neck wound. It has slow down alot but it still seeps ever so slightly. My heart rate quickens in fear as i remember that he was indeed very dead and that i am now in his car with what i can only hope is not some imposter. He flies through the streets of town for what feels like mere seconds before i notice we are now in what looks like the middle of no where.

“Where are we going? Is..is it really you?”

My hand again moves towards his neck but just as before he pulls away slightly.

“ My love i can not explain as i do not know why I am here, we are going to one of my fathers hidden “ritual” cabins.”

I look at him with questions still racing through my head. His eyes stay on the road ahead of him his face hardened with determination as he takes us away.

The time passes by us slowly but before I know it we have arrived out in the middle of the woods to a darkened cabin. It’s exterior was painted a deep black, and looked as if no one has touched it in a few years. He pulls up to it and shuts off his car before stepping out and coming to my side. He opens the door and looks down at me, bending down quickly he steals a kiss. His lips are.. warm, warmer than his hand was moments ago in the temple. I stare back at him with wide eyes still in shock over everything happening.

“ Come, this was the one he had made me in”

He laughs softly and grabs my hand as he pulls me up and towards the cabin. My skin crawls momentarily at the comment but i brush it off as he pushes open the door. The smell of years of sex decaying after lack of use hits my face. Terzo wanders around for a moment before flipping on some lights. The room surrounding me was no surprise to be the remnants of a sex room with the melted stubs of black and red candles littering the holders. The bed dusty and unmade, handcuffs on the floor and the swings tied up out of the way. Terzo looks at me with a soft smile, his fangs peaking out at me slightly.

“ i know papa has never kept it perfect but he leaves it clean when it is not in current use. I dont think he has used this one since my award actually”

“ I still don’t understand whats going on here”

I stare at him expecting some sort of answer knowing that one does not exist in his mind. His smile fades a little as he turns his back heading to the little sink in the back of the room. Its all set up like a crappy studio apartment but i didn’t expect more out of Nihil, he just needed space to get busy and relax. I watch as Terzo gently cleans the blood off of his neck. I watch a moment more before looking around the room, spotting a clean looking chair I go and sit down.

“ I wish i had an answer my dear but i think i am just grateful that you and I can see each other again. My heart ached for you, my body ached for your touch. I longed for you in what felt like eternity”

He strides over to me and kneels between my legs laying his head in my lap. My hand moves to his long black hair gently moving my fingers between the locks. He was so warm, and soft. His breath warmed my thigh, it felt as if he truly was never gone in the first place. I sigh softly as I relax a moment hoping this was not a dream.

“ I missed you.. alot, I visited your body every night. I couldn’t believe you were gone just like that. Copia took over under sisters guidance, then your father passed and Copia became Papa Emeritus IV.”

“ Of course he did.. i did all they needed me to do but was to much of a show pony i suppose. They wanted a new era and that meant none of us stayed around… I wish i got a chance to say goodbye to father once more is a shame he is gone”

“ I know.. how does your neck feel..? You seem surprisingly lucid for a corpse with their head held on with gold strands..”

He sits up slowly and looks at me, his eyes send chills down my spine as they melt my soul. His hands creep into my lap, his golden talons glide along my skin for a moment.

“Not bad considering I was dead, if you don’t mind…….”

My mind fixates on his hands ignoring anything he has to say to me. I forgot how much I enjoyed his touch on my skin. His hands shift to my outer thigh, gripping as he stands himself up. My breath catches in my chest as I now stare infront of me.

“ Beautiful.. look at me”

My eyes shoot upwards and catch his searing hot gaze.

“Ye..yes?”

“ Would you like to see how this place was used?”

My heart skips a beat as i nod slightly, a smile creeps across his face. He stands up more straight and pulls out a small bundle of rope i had over looked. He makes the motion for me to put my hands behind me and winks.

“ i need you to sit still so i can get this cleaned up okay? It wont take me too long my sweet submissive.. slut”

Chills run down my spine as I let him bind my hands. He sets off then shaking off the bedding and hunting down some candles to light. I watch mesmerized by this devilish man. In a few short moments the lights are turned off replaced by the glow of candles, he stands before me with hands out. I reach up my wrists and he grabs ahold of my bindings leading me gently to the bed. In a flash i am shoved backwards into the nest of blankets and pillows. He sides steps me and walks over to the record player in the room, placing in one of his albums, a smile burns across my face as i recognize the intro to square hammer. He comes back over with a devious smile on his face, his eyes screaming lust.

“ Am I to just stare at you Terzo honey? Or shall we preform this ritual”

I laugh softly cocking an eyebrow, my comment causing him to smile a bit more. He pulls on the knot that binds my wrist letting the rope fall slack. He then falls on to me pressing his body against mine, his lips trapse along my neck. I bite my lip and close my eyes opening them to see him looking back down at me. The tension in the air killing me as i wiggle under his body.

“ mm forgive me father for i am about to sin”

He stops for a moment and laughs softly before getting close to my ear whispering.

“My dear.. we are about to sin alot more than we can be forgiven for”

With that he bears his fangs and bites into my neck, hard enough to just barely break the skin. I whimper softly letting my hand work open his shirt, then i pull at his sleeves begging that he removes the jacket and shirt to reveal to me his body. He obliges sitting up for a moment slipping off his clothes all except for his pants, pants that were doing their best to conceal what was being held inside. I drink in the sight of his body, his tattoos being illuminated by the candles surrounding us. With in an instant he has back to my neck his hand crawling under my dress, dragging his nails down my sides.

With in a few mere seconds he has moved on from lapping at my blood to unzipping my dress with his teeth. I pant softly knowing what might come next. As I expected he buries his face between my legs. His tongue laps at my forbidden fruit sending chills of pleasure up my spine. I bite my lip to keep quiet but let my hands run through his hair softly. He was an expert in this part, licking, sucking, nibbling on my cherry. He brings me closer and closer to bliss, making it harder to keep from moaning. My legs are wrapped around his head, one hand in his hair, the other gripping the blankets next to me my body begging to be released. He notices this and stops, i can feel the smile on his face as he moves towards my breasts instead. I gasp softly as he takes my nipple in his mouth, his fangs stabbing softly into my skin. His hands work hastily to remove his pants, releasing his monstrance cock. A giggle escaped my lips as i stare down at what now teases my vulva. His eyes open and I see his blue eye glowing ever so softly, he moves from my boobs to my mouth kissing me with a fire of passion and intent. I can feel it pressing nearer, as if it was begging to be thrusted into me, I wanted it bad and i knew Terzo was drawing it out on purpose.

“ May I?”

His voice sends a chill down my spine as I nod slowly, biting my lip i brace impatiently for it. My prayers seem answered as i feel him slowly push deep inside me. I moan as every inch enters my body, even better i hear him sigh softly as if it is already to much for him. He sits straight up for a moment before coming back down and grabbing my wrists and pulling my arms straight towards my ass. He begins fucking me slowly, teasing me knowing that i want nothing more than him to destroy me in this instant. He keeps a tight hold of my wrists continuing as he wants to. His eyes stay fixed on my face as i try to not show how much i am enjoying this.

“Fuck..”

I murmur under my breath, looking up just intime to see him smirk before he lets of of my wrist and flips me over. He grabs my hips and slams me to his base hard enough for me to let out a small “ah!”. There he continues to fuck me a little faster, i can feel his golden talons walking their way to my hair. Before to long he has my hair in his hand and is pulling gently so that my head moves into an upright position.

“There we go, take it in my beautiful ghuleh, take it all for me”

I can’t help but pant softly and try to nod my head a little as he keeps tension on my hair. His cock hits my cervix over and over making me want to beg. He takes one final thrust and pushes my body flat and changes his leg position so that he is fucking me from behind in such a way that he stimulates my clit as well. My body is nearing climax again when he stops and laughs a little. He knows that teasing me is just going to drive me crazy, and yet he does it anyway. I feel his hands grip my hips again as he turns me on my side, he straddles one of my legs with the other on his shoulder. Slipping his cock in again i shiver and groan softly. His lips leave kisses along my leg as he worships me. I think this is it, i can feel the edge coming faster before slipping away into an electrifying orgasm. I try to bury my face in a nearby pillow as he picks up the pace just a touch to prolong my bliss. He continues to thrust into me, i can hear a growling moan escape from his lips. I take a glance up as he pushes deeper into me one last time before his eyes shoot open and his mouth opens enough for a moan to escape. His blue eye glows a bit more as he shoots his load inside of me. The room feels as if it feels with overwhelming power for a moment. As he moans the candles go out and the only thing i can see is his white face staring up to the sky with his blue eye shimmering. After a brief moment he starts to come back down and pulls himself out and falls next to me. I can barely make out a smile that creeps across his face. He rolls off the bed snd goes to turn on the light walking back over to me. His cock now sitting at a semi and i sitting in a pool of his cum.

“Did you miss me sweetheart?”

I blush and nod as i stare at this magnificent man. He flashes me a smile, his make up unchanged, perfect even. The golden thread that holds his neck has now seemingly become a part of his skin, like a tattoo.

“Good.. i missed you too Ghuleh”

He walks back over and lays with me, pulling my body to his. As we start to pass out my mind races, this better not be a dream….

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