musings-of-a-lovesick-fool - Tumblr blog

musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 1 month

Text

Misc nsfw hc's (trans man!reader)

Small hc's I wrote a while ago bc I had brain worms

Characters: Sharky Boshaw, Jacob Seed, Eli Palmer, John Seed, Jerome Jefferies, Joseph Seed

Contains NSFW content, minors do not read!

Sharky is a submissive bottom, he loves being under you and feeling your full weight on him when you fuck him. He's down to take anything you give him, whether you're using your fingers, strap or a butt plug or your tongue he doesn't care he is gonna take it like a champ and say thank you after.

He loves doggy style, having your strap buried inside him, your chest pressed up against his back while you stroke his cock with one hand and hold his hip with the other. He loves the sensation of you thrusting into him while you jerk him off, it's overstimulation heaven especially after you've made him come a couple of times.

He gets shy if you do missionary but he loves how you kiss him while you fuck him and the way you hold his wrists beside his head. He whines about it but he's super into when you make him come all over his stomach and then lick it up, it's super hot.

The closet he gets to topping is whenever you suck him off, especially if you make him brace himself on the wall and let him fuck your face when he gets close. And even then after he comes he wants you to press him up against the wall and take him from behind.

Jacob couldn't bottom if his life depended on it, he is always the one giving and using your body like his personal cocksleeve. He could be swayed to taking your strap if it was your birthday but the chances are very slim, He's a top and he likes making you get off and seeing how undone he can make you.

He is a big fan of edging so he'll have you on your back, get you close and then just stop, making you beg for him to move while he presses lazy kisses to your collar bone. If you beg good enough he'll go to the next extreme and fuck you until you're crying from the overstimulation.

He'd love taking you in his truck or somewhere public, he enjoys seeing you try to keep quiet while he's hitting all the right spots inside you and whispering the nastiest things in your ear. He's also a fan of doggy style and will just fuck you on the ground whenever he feels like it.

His typical style is rough, hard and dirty, making you his little plaything for a few hours and turning you into a mindless mess but he can do gentle and sweet sex. It's a more vulnerable thing though and usually saved for anniversaries and other important dates.

Eli doesn't discriminate and he's happy to be taking or giving in bed, he loves the way you feel inside him and he loves the feeling of being buried inside you. He's not really rough but he can man-handle you like the best of them and he really enjoys having you on his lap while you ride him.

If he's taking he prefers missionary so he can see you as you thrust into him, just the sight of you sweaty and panting above him drives him nuts. And getting to kiss you while you also jerk him off is always a bonus.

He likes taking it slow when you go at it, lots of touching and kissing before one of you gets too excited and flips the other over and takes charge. He gets really horny when you're the one to take charge, something about you pushing him into the mattress and ripping his boxers down really gets him going.

He's a weak man for you so when you tease him it's very effective, he will rut against you until you shimmy your pants down and let him slip his cock inside you. If you squeeze in between him and his desk and grind your ass on his crotch it's only a matter of time before you're bent over it and getting fucked.

John is a service bottom with a twist and that twist is that when you frustrate him enough he'll tie you down and fuck you like an animal. He loves watching you ride him, he loves burying his face between your thighs and making you come undone with his touch.

He also loves restraining your hands and making you confess your flifthiest sins while he fucks you, going from long slow thrusts to quick deep ones that rock your entire body. He doesn't care what position you're in as long as he can watch your face twist into blissful pleasure and pain.

He'll lose himself when you take charge, becoming a babbling mess chanting your name like a prayer while you thrust into him. He'll beg you to do your worst to him, cling to any part of your body, bite your neck when he comes and rut against you uselessly in between sessions.

John can switch from cruel sadomasochist to subby brat in two seconds and he will give you whiplash if you're not ready for it. If you indulge both sides you'll be his personal god and he'll worship you any chance he gets, his main goal is to make you come as much as humanly possible.

Jerome is a sweet man and he just wants to make you feel good and take care of you, body worship is off the charts with this man and he'll make every sexual encounter feel like a religious experience. He loves running his hands over your body and kissing every inch of you before fucking you nice and slow.

He may unintentionally cockwarm as he gets carried away kissing you and singing you praises but it just makes it better. His thrusts are always deep and hit all the right spots every time and the drag out is slow and sensual, he really works it up and makes you want it.

He's not opposed to letting you take him, he'll happily suck off your strap and get himself ready to take you. He only asks that you be gentle and if you can do that he's happy to lose himself to the feeling of you inside him, he might enjoy it so much he can't keep his hands from jerking himself off while you thrust into him.

He will happily engage in some sinful activities in the church, as long as it's empty. Either one of you bent over the podium while the other fucks them is always an experience. He may start reciting certain bible verses and likening you to angels while you fuck, he can't help it when his mind gets all foggy.

Joseph does whatever his heart tells him to in the moment so it's a toss up on whether he'll be taking or giving in the bedroom. Sometimes you can tell from the look in his eye or the way he grabs you but mostly he takes you by surprise every time.

If he's feeling like taking he'll start by kissing you all over your body and sucking you off/eating you out, rutting his hard on against you and whimpering your name when you touch him. He'll go into any position you put him in but he does like being able to hold the back of your neck and look into your eyes while you fuck him.

He'll prattle on about how god brought you both together and how his body and soul is yours to take and he'll choke on your name like it's a prayer to hard to swallow. He gets embarrassed if you make him come on himself but can't complain when you clean him up with your mouth.

If he's giving he likes to press his body flush against yours and really enjoy the feeling of being inside you, he'll unintentionally edge you and himself because he wants it to last. And then when you both come undone he thrusts into you like a wild animal until he can't hold himself up any longer.

#sharky boshaw x reader #jacob seed x reader #eli palmer x reader #john seed x reader #jerome jeffries x reader #joseph seed x reader #M!Reader Tag #Headcanon Tag #Nsft Tag #only did the boys for the one bc I was in a silly goofy man loving mood yanno #i'm blissfully ignoring the seeds give bad head posts. they're right but i'm here for a good time not an accurate time

15 notes · View notes

musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 months

Text

May I?

Summary: Nym has been working nonstop and Eden thinks they deserve a break. (More character study for these two or my excuse to write more porn, you decide.)

Ship(s): Nym Rosemerry/Eden Noble

Warning(s): oral, blow-job, come-swallowing, face-sitting, barebacking, pull out method

Words: 4, 828

"Thain said I looked good tonight," Nym doesn't know why they mention it.

"Course he did,"

"...Do you think I looked good?" Nym doesn't know why they want to know.

"You always look gorgeous in everything, you must be like Aphrodite's descendant or something," Eden doesn't miss a beat, throwing his usual charming grin their way as he speaks. Nym's brows knit together as they shoot him a confused look; something they did far too often.

"Who?"

Eden chuckles lightly and lets out a hum, leaning back on his hands as he rocks his feet on the ground.

"She's known as the Goddess of love and beauty and some other stuff," He says, shrugging lightly and looking at them with a warm smile.

"Oh…" Nym's face heats up, the compliment fully sinking in with the explanation. They turn away and look at their wall, tucking their hair behind their ear as their heartbeat picks up speed. Being compared to a divine entity wasn't something they were used to, being called beautiful or handsome was more typical; but Eden wasn't very typical. With a small huff Nym falls back against their bed and glares gently at the ceiling, this was all too complicated. Yet, as Eden looked at them over his shoulder it also felt so simple.

A beat of silence falls over them and Nym can feel Eden's eyes on them. They'd felt his eyes on them all night; they wonder if he'd felt theirs on him. He hadn't made any of his usual teasing remarks so they could only assume he hadn't. It was frustrating and Nym couldn't figure out why. They'd been the centre of Thain's attention the whole night, they'd had fun with their friends and yet… The whole time they felt like something was missing.

Even though Eden had been there he'd been dancing around the festival talking to everyone but Nym. They couldn't understand why that fact stung so much, he was living with them and they got to see him every day. Not having him glued to their side for five hours shouldn't have been a big deal—it wasn't a big deal. But even trying to convince themself of that was impossible, especially with how their stomach churned remembering Eden flirting with everyone who gave him the opportunity.

"Something's bugging you, what is it?"

There he goes again; reading them like an open book while keeping himself completely locked off.

"Nothing is bugging me," It wasn't fair.

Another beat of silence and then Nym hears Eden exhale deeply, swivelling and kneeling on the end of the bed. Then, to Nym's utter bewilderment, he climbs on top of them and Nym is all but speechless, dark eyes watching him as he settles on their waist. His skin is warm and his thighs are agonisingly soft, Nym's hands stay glued on their chest as they look up at him mouth agape. He had that confident smile etched into his face like always but his hands were tentative as they slide up Nym's stomach and rest atop their hands.

"You've been working really hard lately, even during that party you were working; ever heard of taking a break?" He asks and Nym swallows the lump in their throat. They couldn't even bring themself to roll their eyes at his teasing.

"I take breaks," They mutter and Eden snorts, rolling his eyes and shooting them a look.

"Sleeping doesn't count,"

"I don't…" Nym begins but trails off, Eden eyeing them curiously as they look past him to the ceiling.

"I take breaks."

"Sure," Eden presses his lips into a tight line as he trails his gaze over their tense expression. Then he sighs and leans down, catching Nym by surprise as he presses a lazy kiss to their collarbone, trailing his lips up their neck and along their jaw. Nym's skin ignites under his touch and they squirm underneath him instantly. The small frustrations throughout the night all adding up and being brought to the front of their mind by Eden's soft lips.

"What are you doing?" They ask, their voice breaking as they feel his teeth scrape against their neck. He stops and they can't ignore the trickle of disappointment as he pushes himself back up, moving to plant his hands beside their head.

"You need to relax Nym, you're gonna work yourself to death if you keep going like this. If you're okay with it I'd like to help take your mind off of everything, it's the least I can do with what you've already done for me," Eden smiles easily, his tone casual as if he wasn't alluding to what Nym thought he was. What they were hoping he was.

"You don't owe me anything Eden, i'm helping you because I want to,"

"And I want to help you, may I?" Eden shoots back immediately and for a second Nym curses how quickly he always had a response. Nym couldn't even think that fast, but Eden was giving them plenty of time to think here. He hovers over them, face flushed and skin all but glowing under the light of Nym's lamp. Nym is tense, their whole body rigid under his and they refrain from any more squirming in case their newly emerging 'problem' becomes known to the man straddling their waist.

Nym can feel their heart hammering in their chest and they hope Eden can't hear it, they felt embarrassed but couldn't figure out why. This wasn't their first time by any means but they felt so vulnerable under Eden's gaze, they were worried that the nagging voice in the back of their head would only get worse if they let this happen. They could barely keep it shut as it was, being near Eden only got harder and harder as their mind was determined on wandering each and every time he so much as brushed up against them.

Maybe this is what they needed. Maybe all they had to do was get it out of their system so they could go back to having their mind to themself. Nym lifts their shaky hands and rests them on Eden's strong shoulders, a determined expression washing over their face as they nod gently.

"You may,"

The smile that blooms on Eden's face takes Nym's breath away; it's sweet and caring and followed by the softest kiss they've ever had. Eden is gentle and slow, taking his time to move his lips against theirs and allow them to adjust to it. They melt almost instantly anyway, their brain short circuiting as his soft lips press against their own. When his tongue drags along their bottom lip they nearly burst into tears, their whole body heating up as they rest their hands against his chest.

They open their mouth and moan as he slips his tongue over theirs, they experimentally push their own tongue against his and the way he pushes back is maddening. Their lips and teeth clash together as they get more heated, Eden groaning into his mouth as their tongues slide over and around each other. Nym gasps as Eden's teeth latch onto their bottom lip, tugging gently and grinning at them coyly.

Heat pools in their stomach and they feel their pants grow tighter, that familiar throbbing ache between their thighs causing them to jut their hips up. They feel their hard on rub against Eden's ass and he hums, kissing them messily before pushing himself up and sliding himself down their body with little warning. Nym stutters and pushes themself up onto their elbows, breathing uneven as Eden hooks his fingers under their waistband.

He pauses and looks up at them with those honey gold eyes, waiting for them to give him a sign to continue. They can feel their pulse in their neck and one other place they were too embarrassed to admit, giving him a small nod as they tried to hold back on how needy they were becoming by the second. Eden flashes them another grin and they can feel their stomach twist, he was so cute and so, very, hot.

Eden tugs down their pants and underwear in one swift motion, Nym's erection now free in the air. Nym gasps at the sudden cool air and their face heats up as Eden lets out a low moan, one hand wrapping around the base of their cock and the other thumbing the head.

"Even your cock is gorgeous," Eden whines and Nym shudders and twitches under his warm hands. It had been a while since anyone had touched them and somehow it being Eden made them feel even more sensitive than usual. Nym has to do everything in their power not to thrust into Eden's hands as he slowly pumps along their shaft and teases the tip. He licks his lips and his eyes flick up to their face to see their reactions, which include their mouth falling open and brows knitting together as a low tingling sensation spreads through their lower half.

They can barely keep themself still as Eden's tongue sticks out and gives a playful lick to the tip, his eyes watching Nym's face intently as they moan and squirm under his hands. Their vision almost becomes fuzzy as they watch him wrap his lips around the head of their cock, sucking gently and licking it in short slow motions.

Nym chokes on another moan, their head falling back against their pillow as Eden sucks along their shaft. He drags his tongue from the base to the head in a tantalisingly smooth motion, licking away the precum building up due to his teasing. Nym glances down, hand hovering above his wild hair as he wraps his lips around the head, keeping his honey gold eyes locked onto Nym's. His sultry gaze makes them shiver, their need bubbling away in their stomach dangerously.

A whimper breaks through their lips as he swirls his tongue around the head, sucking and moaning lewdly around their cock. The vibrations along with the sucking and expert ministrations of their tongue has Nym's hips snapping up, burying themself further into Eden's mouth as sparks of pleasure ripple through them. It feels amazing, they could feel themself teetering on the edge and with how Eden greedily swallows them down and takes their whole length in his mouth they knew they wouldn't last long.

"Eden!" They gasp out his name, burying their hands in his hair as he hums, eyes still watching them with a lustful spark in them. They can feel him say their name, mouth stuffed full, teeth scraping against their shaft sending electricity up their spine. Even when he's sucking them off he has time to be a smug asshole and god—they loved it. They couldn't get enough. They whine uselessly and their hips stutter, eyes struggling to stay open as Eden begins bobbing his head up and down.

Nym's whole body is on fire, their chest heaving as they struggle to draw in breath. Their mind is foggy, their brain overrun with how good Eden's mouth felt and that tight bundle of nerves twisting and knotting between their thighs, getting closer and closer to snapping as Eden sloppily sucks their throbbing cock. They feel his nimble fingers fondle their balls and it has them arching their back and chanting his name breathlessly.

Their hips move on their own accord, matching Eden's movements and driving them crazy. Each time Eden brought his head down they could almost feel the back of his throat, his tongue dragging along the underside of their shaft as he continued to suck them off. Every inch of Nym felt like it was being pressed down upon, every muscle tensing and every nerve tingling delightfully.

Eden closes his eyes as they cry out desperately, his long lashes dusting against his cheeks as he gives a long hard suck, his cheeks hollowing as he draws his head back slowly.

A strangled noise escapes Nym's throat, the feeling is euphoric and they can feel themself come undone in that moment. Their hips jerk erratically as waves of pleasure crash down on them, that tension dispersing like a tidal wave through their entire body. Nym's mouth hangs open as they moan Eden's name, head falling back on their pillow as they hold his head in place. They can feel themself come in his mouth and whimper as he swallows around them; moaning shamelessly as they grind against his face, riding out their high.

They pant heavily, their long curly hair stuck to their face thanks to the sweat and they let go of Eden's hair as the fog in their mind slowly clears. Their cock slips out of Eden's mouth with a wet pop and they feel him lick the head clean before pressing a gentle kiss to it. He trails those kisses up their stomach, over their collarbone and up their neck as he crawls back on top of them.

Nym rests their hands on his hips as he dips down to capture their lips in another kiss, his tongue dragging over their own and letting them taste themself on him. It's downright filthy and they love it, they love tasting themself on his tongue and the way he kisses them with the hunger of a starving animal. His nimble hands trail down their chest, one stopping to pinch their nipple as the other drags down their waist and digs into their flesh.

They moan into his mouth, their now half-soft cock twitching as he grinds his ass against it. Eden leans back, Nym chasing his lips and wishing they could be mad about the teasing grin he flashes them. But they couldn't, they were too damn drunk on their climax and the feeling of Eden grinding on them and rolling their nipple between his fingers.

"Feel better sweets?" He whispers, lips ghosting over their own and they nod wordlessly, trying desperately to catch him. He chuckles, eyes shining with delight and he gives in to them, dipping his head back down to lock lips once again. Nym slips their hands under his shirt, feeling his soft skin under their fingertips as they help guide his hips as he grinds down on them. They can feel themself getting hard again and a fleeting thought of burying themself inside of Eden crosses their mind.

Their heart does a double take at the thought and they can't help but squirm, gasping as Eden reaches between them and wraps his hand around them once more.

"You get worked up quick huh," He teases in between kisses and Nym huffs, burying their face in his neck and sucking on the sensitive skin. Eden shudders, a mix of a gasp and a moan slipping past his lips as Nym puts his earlier sucking to shame. They leave a mark, something they'd never done and something swells in their chest at the sight of it. Their fingers dig into Eden just a bit more and they want to leave those marks all over him.

Eden's hands disappear from them and Nym glances down at the sound of a zipper being undone, anticipation blooms in their chest and they hold their breath as he shimmies out of his pants. Nym hadn't really thought much about what was in his pants, it hadn't been any of their business, but now seeing a dripping pussy be revealed as Eden tosses his boxers on the ground fills Nym with a whole new sense of excitement. Eden also ditches his shirt and now Nym has a full view of his naked form.

They almost start to drool, trailing their hungry hraze from his strong shoulders, down his soft stomach and stopping at the beautiful untrimmed bush between his plush thighs. They push themself up onto their elbows and stop Eden from throwing his leg back over their waist, their mouth dry as a new want overtakes them.

"Can I…?" Their question dies in their throat, hand on Eden's chest, palm flat over his sternum tattoo as he smirks down at them.

"Can you what sweets? Use your words," he all but purrs, pushing forward on their hand and peppering teasing kisses along their jaw, his hand dropping down to toy with their shaft again.

"Can I… Taste you?" Nym struggles to get his thoughts together, distracted by Eden's mouth and hand. He chuckles in their ear and leans back, lifting his free hand to trace their bottom lip with his thumb.

"Sure, but I don't get on my back for anyone—lay down,"

Nym follows his command with no hesitation, their eagerness making them more obedient than they'd usually be. They didn't care, they knew Eden wouldn't judge them or make fun of them for it so it didn't matter.

"Tap my thigh two times if you need me to get up okay?" Eden's voice is firm and his attentiveness just makes Nym more needy, eyes glazed over with want as Eden carefully positions himself over their face. He looks beautiful, hands planted on the wall, looking down at them with half lidded eyes. Nym holds the back of his thighs, squeezes just under his ass and watches him bite his lip as they drag their tongue up his labia slowly, allowing themself to really get a taste. He tastes amazing.

They swirl their tongue around his clit, wrapping their lips around him and sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. A wavering moan escapes Eden as his thighs tremble, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as he grinds down against Nym's mouth. Obviously he hadn't been touched in a while either. Nym moans, alternating between sucking and swirling their tongue and losing themself to the feel and taste of him. Eden pants above them, one of his hands leaving the wall and pinching his nipple, rolling the hardened bud under his fingers.

Nym squeezes Eden's ass, groping and kneading the soft flesh as they dutifully eat him out. The way he throws his head back and grinds his hips lets them know he likes it and something within them stirs and they can't stop themself from giving a somewhat firm slap to his right cheek. The moan that comes from Eden is lewd and broken, a shattered 'yes' escaping through his lips as his whole body jumps from the contact. Nym hums, feeling something bubbling away in their stomach they give a heartier smack, tongue buried deep inside of Eden; they could feel their chin getting coated in that familiar sticky substance and it just encourages them to be bolder.

"Keep doing that, please, it feels so good," Eden gasps.

Eden puts both hands back on the wall as Nym happily complies, spanking him again, drool dripping down his chin as Nym licks back up to his clit and gives a long hard suck. Nym dips their tongue between his folds again and then inside of him, groaning at how tight and wet he felt just around their tongue. Their mind went wild imagining if it were their cock instead and they pump their tongue in and out of him before going back to sucking on his clit. Eden's face is twisted into one of bliss, biting down hard on his bottom lip as he moans.

"You're really fucking good at that," He praises them, head hanging down as they look up at him. They hum, the cock twitching at the lusty praise and they close their eyes as they try to bury their face deeper between his thighs. Eden grinds harder against their mouth and they take it in stride, pressing their tongue harder into the pink bud and flicking it side to side. Eden curses, grinning as he reaches down to push their hair away from their face.

"You look so fucking pretty like that, fuck," Eden groans and Nym's heart flutters. They should have known Eden was going to be this vocal, he loved the sound of his own voice after all but hearing him shower them in praise like this was intoxicating. They were eating it up. They wanted to tell him he tasted amazing, that they could spend all night buried between his thighs but they couldn't even bring themself to stop.

They wouldn't be shocked if his cum had some sort of aphrodisiac in it; it wouldn't be the strangest thing about him.

But they knew that wasn't it, they'd just wanted to do this for too long now. Be under Eden as he uses them for his own desires, riding them with reckless abandon and face contorted into one of pure carnal pleasure. Their own hips grind into the air uselessly as they continue at their set pace, knowing better than going faster just because they were getting worked up.

"Fuck yeah, just like that—oh fuck sweets i'm gonna cum," Eden gasps and groans, his grinding getting rougher and rougher as he gets closer to the edge. Nym wishes they could feel his body, feel those nerves twisting and tangling as they assaulted his clit mercilessly with their needy tongue. But as Eden's hips stutter and his mouth falls open in a silent scream they feel all they need too, that familiar sticking liquid splashing across their tongue and chin as Eden comes.

He chokes out their name as he rides out his orgasm, thighs squeezing around their head as they lap up the cum dripping out of him and into their starving mouth. He lifts himself up when their attention becomes too much and they whine, trying to follow and keep their tongue on the sticky sweetness they were sure they'd be addicted to now.

"Fuck, if I had of known you could do that I would of have suggested this ages ago," Eden pants, shimmying back down so Nym can sit up. They pull him down onto their lap and steal another kiss. They're clumsier than he is, tongue sliding over his and brushing against the roof of his mouth as their hands grope his hips and ass. Eden moans, feeling their cock sliding between his cheeks and against his thigh as they kiss him feverishly.

They grind against him, new precum spilling from the tip and smearing against Eden's hot skin. Eden groans into Nym's mouth, pressing their chests flush against each other and wrapping his arms around their neck.

"I'm gonna—take a wild guess—that you don't have condoms around here?" He pants in between kissing them and Nym's face scrunches up at the foregin word. Eden just sighs and shakes his head, sucking on his bottom lip in consideration for a moment before letting out a ragged breath.

"Fuck it, you only live once—Just remember to pull out for me okay?" He groans, seemingly giving in to his own internal battle as he lines their cock up, lowering himself onto them. Nym can only nod, unable to make a single sound as they're enveloped by his tight, wet pussy. Once they're fully sheathed inside of him they let go of the breath they were holding and embarrassingly they can feel tears prickling at the corner of their eyes, the pleasure they were feeling was incomparable to any of their other sexual encounters and they just knew deep within them it was because it was Eden.

He had made them feel so much in his short time being in their life, so much so they'd first assumed he was a sorcerer and had put some sort of spell on them. Now they were wiser and knew it was just their mind and soul reacting genuinely to this unique, infuriating man; who began to grind his hips against theirs in a rhythmic motion.

"You feel so good, fuck—my dildos got nothing on your dick honey and I paid good money for it,"

Nym has no idea what a dildo is and frankly they don't give a fuck, whatever it was they were better than it and that's all that mattered.

"You feel amazing," They manage to say through their ragged breaths, digging their hands into his hips as they match his rhythm. He hums, eyes shining as he swoops forward to kiss them again.

Nym is in ecstasy, grinding their hips up as Eden grins down on theirs; fingers digging into his ass as he bites down on their bottom lip again. Why did they love when he did that so much—the pinch sparked something deep within them and their cock twitched inside of Eden's throbbing pussy at the feeling. Eden groans, dragging his tongue along their swollen lip before running it over their own again, Nym moaning into his mouth as he lifts himself up and drags himself back down.

Everytime Eden lifts his hips it feels like Nym is being sucked deeper, as if Eden's body was trying desperately to keep them inside as he drew his hips away. And when he came back down they could feel the head of their cock meet a soft, hard wall, eliciting a shaky moan from Eden each time.

"You really—ah—reach all the right spots," Eden muses against their lips, short moans breaking up his sentence as he slowly bounces up and down in their lap.

"Can you slap my ass again?" He asks, honey eyes glazed over with want as he leans forward to suck on their neck. Nym hums, compliantly drawing their hand back and bringing it down on his reddened ass cheeks. Nym nearly chokes, feeling Eden clench around them as he moans against their skin, body jerking delightfully.

"Ngh—Thank you," Eden almost whimpers, picking up speed a little and drawing himself further up so he dragged further up on Nym's cock. Nym can't summon a reply, their mind blank as Eden rides them, they are lost in the feeling of being inside him. It was better than they could have imagined and fuck they wanted more. They can feel that knot in their stomach again and they can't help but wrap an arm around Eden's waist and adjust the both of them so they could snap their hips up into Eden's with more force.

Eden's head lolls to the side as their bodies move in tandem to one another, Nym's bed rocking with their aggressive movements. Nym snaps their hips into Eden's with each thrust, feeling Eden pulse around them as they continue to hit that sweet spot deep within him. Eden holds onto their shoulder, their elbow holding them up on the bed as Nym slams into them repeatedly, both panting and moaning as their sweaty bodies slide against each other.

Nym can feel themself getting closer and closer, whining into Eden's neck as they go faster and try to go even deeper. It feels like Eden is trying to suck them dry, every drawback of their hips just has them pistoning back with double the force. Eden begins to babble incoherently, praises and curses and Nym's name dancing in their hair in a sinful symphony as he gets closer to his own release.

Nym can feel Eden clench around them as his body convulses, thighs squeezing their hips as his nails dig into their skin. They're whole body is on fire and they can feel that tight coil breaking from the feeling of Eden coming around them. They pull out as fast as they're able and their cum shoots out and splatters across Eden's heaving stomach. Nym feels themself trembling, the exertion and pleasure coursing through their veins totally wiping them out.

"You did so good for me sweets," Eden coos gently, leaning forward to kiss their sweaty forehead. Nym presses gentle kisses up his neck, unable to find their voice just yet as his hands trail up their arms and through their hair. Eden's smile is lopsided and docile almost, body buzzing with his own pleasure as he nuzzles his nose against Nym's. It's such an innocent gesture after the carnal activity they just engaged in and it has Nym's heart racing all over again.

"Thank you," They mutter out weakly, reaching a hand up to caress Eden's cheekbone. Eden's smile quickly morphs back into that confident, prideful smile he always wears and he leans in to kiss them. It's a softer kiss and Nym feels weightless, drinking in their mix of tastes on each other's tongues.

"No, thank you, I haven't come like that in years; we're gonna have to do this again sometime," Eden grins against their lips and Nym laughs gently. He really had no shame and honestly, Nym envied that.

"We should… Get cleaned up," Nym murmurs, eyes trailing down to their cum currently dripping down Eden's stomach and pooling on his thigh. He hums leaning back to look at the sight himself and he grins.

"I don't know I think I look good like this,"

"Eden,"

"Joking, you're gonna have to give me a minute for my legs to work again—you really know how to use that monster,"

#original writing #oc x oc #nblm #Nym Tag #Eden Tag #Oneshot Tag #nsft #Nsft Tag #story: The Boy From Never and Ever #forgot to post this eons ago so. tossing it here bc I can

0 notes

musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 months

Text

#far cry 5 x reader #john seed x reader #john seed x gn!reader #Far Cry Tag #Poll Tag

7 notes · View notes

musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 months

Note

I am literally CRAVING some John Seed jealousy and protectiveness either in dusk till dawn or a dif fic 😩

This has unironically given me so many ideas on what to add to pt 2 anon thank you you're a genius and your mind is huge

#double spacing in between my outline and adding JEALOUS JOHN TIME in all caps. I have just the scene this would fit in hoo boy >:)#Talking Tag #Anon Tag #Far Cry Tag

3 notes · View notes

musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 months

Text

She was born...

Character(s): Rachel Jessop/Faith Seed, Tracey Lader, Joseph Seed, John Seed, Jacob Seed

Summary: Continuation of this fic! All focusing on our favourite lady <3

Warning(s): Canon typical violence, child abuse, child neglect, Homophobia, Religious themes

Rachel was born gasping for breath, grabbing at the air, writhing and gulping greedily. It was a pitiful sight. She was cradled to an unfeeling chest and her Daemon was held under sharp dark wings. She was swaddled and constricted, arms unable to move and placed in a cold crib out of sight and out of mind. She was alone for a long time, she cried until no more sound came out, it wouldn't be the last time.

Ophelia hid from the adults in the house, she could hear their whispering about her and the looks they shot her. Something was wrong with her, with them. That's what they said. But what wrong could a newborn commit?

When Rachel was one Ophelia started to change, from one form to the next and she never stopped. Every minute it was something new and her parents Daemons hissed and told her to be still. But she couldn't. Rachel couldn't either. She crawled with no destination, grabbed onto the walls and pulled herself up stairs on shaky, pudgy limbs. She fell, many times, but her cries were met with harsh scolding rather than warm reassuring cooes. One fall twisted a bone and she ended up in the hospital, after that a woman would come by once a month to see her and Ophelia.

Rachel liked the woman, she was the reason she got new clothes and toys, even if they got taken away not much later. Ophelia liked the woman's Daemon, he was a kind old Bassett hound who didn't bat her away when she swiped at his ears playfully. They eventually came around less and less until they were nothing but a foggy memory. As she grew she had a lot of foggy memories, blurred faces with garbled names that became nothing but static in her ears.

When Rachel was four she got taken to a daycare, she liked it there. She liked playing in the sand pit and having food to eat that wasn't days old crackers and burnt bacon. Ophelia didn't like it as much, she stayed hidden in her coat the whole time. She only got to go to daycare for three months before her mother said she couldn't afford it. Rachel cried, she didn't understand, how could she? She cried until her mother slapped her. Hard enough to leave a bruise. She hid under her bed and Ophelia stayed close to her chest. They alway flinched when her mother raised her hand after that. No one seemed to notice, or they didn't care.

School wasn't as nice as daycare, most teachers were kind but one of them had a face matching her eagle Daemon and she always hissed like an angry cat. She seemed to give Rachel bad grades no matter how hard she worked on her assignments. The other kids teased her, made fun of her clothes and unkempt hair. The other Daemons called Ophelia names, laughing at how she couldn't stay still and how she tripped over herself constantly. Rachel and Ophelia decided they hated school. But, it was better than being at home.

Rachel made her first friend when she was ten, a girl covered in freckles with a hyperactive Daemon—they both had a stutter and a slight accent Rachel liked the sound of. They spent their breaks making daisy chains and talking about what they wanted to do when they grew up, get out of Hope County and move to the city maybe. Rachel told her parents about her, too much, too often. She couldn't have known the teachers thought it worrisome enough to phone them. She and Ophelia were told not to go near her and her Daemon anymore but they didn't listen, it wasn't fair, why should they?

Rachel got into her first fight when a boy knocked her friend over into the mud, she saw red, balled up her small fists and broke the boys nose. Ophelia bit his Daemon, taking a chunk out of its ear. It felt good. They had felt in control for a few sweet moments despite being the most out of control they had ever been. Rachel got sent home and her parents screamed, she cried but they didn't listen—They never listened. She was grounded and suspended for two weeks. Those two weeks are hell, alone with her mother during the day and still given piles of schoolwork to do yet having no time to do any of it. Hard to write an essay when you're cleaning the basement. When she went back to school her friend was gone, her family had enough of the harrassment and they moved.

One of them got to move to the city, one of them got out.

Rachel was happy for her friend but mostly she was sad. Ophelia hid in her pocket and didn't move around as much, she was sad too. She wished they would have taken her away too.

In highschool she made friends, surface level friends that gave her nicknames and gave her their answers for homework and hung out with her on the weekend. A boy asked her out in junior year and she said yes because that's what the movies said to do, what her friends said to do. But he smelt like dirty socks and too much bodyspray and when he tried to kiss her on their third date she threw up on his shoes. Ophelia never lets her live it down, neither do her friends.

She got her first proper crush in her sophomore year, a girl with curly brown hair and eyes like maple syrup. She didn't tell anyone, none of the other girls talked about girls the way she thought about them. Ophelia would jump on her desk and talk to her Daemon. They both liked the same show and they had the same favourite character. Rachel bumped into her in the hall and could barely get any words out. She smelt like cherries and vanilla.

Rachel dropped out after a school dance, a school dance she invited her crush too. It was a stupid, innocent mistake with stupidly big consequences. She was rejected, she could live with that. Part of highschool. But her ex found out, plastered her name with a choice set of slurs all over the school and social media. Her friends didn't look at her the same, saying they didn't know she was 'like that'. What did that even mean? She was exactly the same. She was just Rachel.

Her parents had the worst reaction. Her mother cried like she'd been found dead in the river. Her father held her shoulder like a vice and he prayed loudly as his Daemon hissed at Ophelia like it was all her fault. Rachel ran out of the house during the night and she didn't go back, she didn't want to know what they'd do if she ever did.

Then she met Tracey.

Her sweet, good, funny, brave and wonderful Tracey. She was her confidant, her partner, her one good thing. Her hair was soft but too thick for her to run her fingers through and her eyes were deeper than the night sky, Rachel could stare into them for hours. Tracey and her Daemon Isa are everything Rachel and Ophelia wished they could be. Strong, confident, unafraid and self assured. Rachel gets lost in Tracey's passionate tirades about the future, Ophelia got too close to Isa, touched her too freely. She even brushed against Tracey's hand once, the feeling against her fur gave Rachel a shock through her veins she'd never felt before. Tracey and Isa never minded. Isa never touched Rachel though.

Ophelia and Isa settled one night when Rachel and Tracey curled up under the stars at Moonflower Trailer Park, on top of that old bus with their fingers interlocked. It wasn't a huge event like adults said it was, it just was. It was the calmest they'd ever felt, warm despite the chill of the air and both content.

But that contentedness didn't last, Rachel was unsteady, she and Ophelia always had been. And living out of a trailer with no money to her name left Rachel vulnerable and scared. Her world crumbled despite the smile she kept on her face and she struggled to figure out her place in the world. She kept it hidden from Tracey, she couldn't let her see her so weak. She found solace in a needle, despite Ophelia's protests and Tracey's horror upon finding her.

Tracey took her home, to her parents, she didn't know what else to do.

Rachel hated her for it, but only for a little while.

Her parents didn't help, they tied her to the bed and made her go cold turkey. It's the most pain she's ever been in. Ophelia was locked in a kernel in the corner of the room, it felt like torture. There's calm after the storm. She's let out of the restraints and Ophelia stays glued to her chest. And Rachel got better. For a little while. She ran away again after her Father tried to send her to a conversion camp, one of thise sick places she heard you don't really ever come back from mentally. She didn't tell Tracey where she was staying until she promised not to take her home again, to never break her trust again.

Tracey held her as she slept off her another high, Isa was hesitant to curl around a shivering Ophelia. Tracey's hands shook, Rachel's breaths were wheezy and uneven. She wouldn't leave her again, she said, but those were only words and she was only human.

Freedom from her frazzled mind came in the form of Joseph Seed, a man with eyes that looked right through her and hands that cradled her face like she was an angel and not just a pathetic, lost human being. His Daemon bundled Ophelia up in her arms and called her child, the lightness in her chest was different than when she was with Tracey. It was total. It was infinite. Tracey didn't trust the man Rachel called Father so eagerly, but she just didn't understand yet. She would, just like Rachel would.

Each sermon she was in the front pew, Ophelia beside her as they both fell further into his grand words and promises of walking them unto Eden. Her addiction didn't dissapear but was replaced by a drug she helped create. This one was holy, made so the pain of the world was easier to bear. She was given a new name; Faith. She was to be the project's Faith, the guiding light to those who were like her. Scared and weak and alone. She would now be their strength.

But that strength came with a price. The Bliss she helped create came with a price. Ophelia had shrunk away as Joseph put his hands on her, shushed her Daemon like one would a baby. It felt odd, it wasn't painful like she thought it would be. He was gentle. It didn't feel like that electric shock when Tracey had touched her, it felt like a steady warmth. Even as John began the procedure and injected them both with Bliss, even as Jacob put them in opposite sides of the machine she helped make. That was their final trial, they would be fully accepted into the family after that. And they were.

But they were different.

Faith couldn't feel Ophelia and Ophelia couldn't feel her either. Cradling her Daemon to her chest gave her no warmth or comfort like it had for their whole lives, they both cried but couldn't truly feel it. That empty feeling got worse but Faith smiled and thanked the Father for his gift. This was her new life, her new life where she and her Daemon were separated. This would be for the best. She just had to be patient, even as Ophelia's eyes didn't look at her warmly anymore and her shaking hands weren't steadied by running through her soft fur. Even after they slept in different rooms.

Tracey didn't see it how she did, didn't understand it was necessary, once she figured it out, she was horrified. She shook Faith by her shoulders, tried to convince her they needed to leave but it was too late for that. She was Faith, the Herald of the Henbane River and beloved sister of the Project at Eden's Gate.

She was right where she needed to be.

#Far Cry 5 #Faith Seed #Daemon AU Tag #Oneshot Tag #Far Cry Tag #i'm happy with how this one turned out!#so sorry for the mix of past and present tense I don't know what's wrong with my brain :“> forgive me i'm just a lil guy

3 notes · View notes

musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 months

Text

real, genuine question

When you, a reader, leave comments on a fic, do you expect the author to reply? If “expect” is perhaps the wrong word… do you enjoy it when they do? Am I going overboard by replying to everybody who comments on my stuff and making them all uncomfortable?

I have been out of fandom for a minute and don’t know the current etiquette.

… surely it’s not just that I’m overthinking this. Surely not. I have never in my life.

#x: writing positivity

7K notes · View notes

musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 months

Text

Chapter Six and Chapter Seven of SMFYaM are up on ao3, I just haven't been able to find where I put the banner so I haven't uploaded them here !

#talking tag #Far Cry Tag #SMFYaM Tag #Jacob Seed x oc #Far Cry 5 oc

1 note · View note

musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 months

Text

I think one of the most beautiful things about x-reader fanfiction is discovering pieces of the writer sprinkled throughout the fic. Whether it's in their characterization of the canon character or the reader or details about how they like to be touched or loved, or little bits of dialect and personal habits, it's just so endearing. A homage to one of the most basic forms of self expression, and a vulnerable baring of one's soul for others to see. It's so, so special

#me giving the reader inserts in my fics a mix of traits I wish I had and some things I do have bc thats what its all about babeu #x: other's content #x: writing positivity

5K notes · View notes

musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 months

Note

hi! random but just wanted to ask if you plan on doing a dusk till dawn pt2?? ;p

Hi! Thanks for dropping by, It is definitely on my list of things I want to write, it's just finding the time to do so!

I also can't quite remember where I wanted to take part 2 so if anyone has a suggestion for what they'd like to happen in part 2 I'm all ears, it might help kick me into starting it!

EDIT: I actually checked the google doc and I do have notes for part 2 ! So I have some sort of direction lol

#I've been in the middle of moving house and starting a bachelor so i've been a bit busy lol #but I would love to continue it when I can 🥰#Anon Tag #Talking Tag

2 notes · View notes

musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 months

Text

The Rain Fell My Love and So Too Did We

Pairing(s): Sybil x Eliad

Summary: The fateful night Damien lost his parents they also lost him.

Thunder cracked violently in the night, lightning struck the wet earth alongside the angry pellets of rain and the crackle of burning trees was near silent under the assault. Sybil's dress dragged in the mud, torn by branches and scorched by flames as she raced through her burning forest. She knew this had been coming, she'd felt it in the hollows of the wood and the dirt of her garden, but she was hoping she'd have more time to prepare. It seemed fate had a different plan for her family, the cruel hand it was dealing them now had no sympathy from her tortured heart.

The sight of the home she'd built with her husband being nothing but a pile of charred wood and shattered stone was too much to bear. She sobbed, anger and sorrow clouding her eyes as she screamed at the wretched scene, cursing the demon offspring who'd done this. He was still in her forest, her home. Eliad had led him away as she took their son, hid him in attempts to protect him from the attack they were currently under. Her hands still trembled as she remembered Damien's big Golden eyes staring at her as the willow closed around him, the enchanted bark untouched by the flames and hidden from any demons searching eyes.

She would see her son again, once her and Eliad took care of this intruder, they would fetch him and return to Eliad's kingdom where they would be safe from any further onslaught.

"Sybil."

The rich voice of her husband beckoned her, from across the valley, closer to the mountains. She pushed herself off her knees, away from the burnt remains of their home. She raised her hands, a purple aura bursting to life like the embers around her. In seconds she was by Eliads side, forming a protective barrier in front of the both of them and blocking a burst of green flames. Eliad's large, warm hands were on her in seconds, pushing back her hair and cupping her bruised cheek on his palm. His crimson eyes bled with fury and he pressed his forehead against hers.

"My love." His voice wavered, an apology in between the syllables. She placed her hand over his, pressing a kiss to his bloody lips. The sight of his own bloody and bruised face fueled the flames of her own rage and once she parted from him she locked her violet eyes with his.

"To the end of the universe." She uttered sternly, a recanting of their vows as an obnoxious cackle boomed above them.

"And into the next." He replied, determination blooming his eyes as they both shared a smile. Together they could withstand this, they could make it to the other side. Another kiss, more passionate, a push for the upcoming battle. They were ready.

"Oh how sweet, I'm going to puke." The demon hovering above them grinned, a twisted snake-like smile with razor teeth and a bloody promise in his eyes.

"If you're done love birds could we perhaps get back to me killing you?" The demon didn't wait for an answer, flooding their vision with that green fire. It cracked against the protective barrier and Sybil grunted, raising her arms in attempts to put more strength behind it. He was strong, she was only hoping not stronger than Eliad.

Eliad, as of reading her mind, pressed forward—leaping into the air and over her barrier. His chromatic black wings burst from his back and carried him toward the demon, he summoned his sword and swung it at the red headed beat's throat. The demon dodged and Sybil took the moment to change her barrier to pointed arrows, shooting them at him in quick succession.

He laughed gleefully As he dodged them, even when one lodged into his calf he continued with his laughter. The sound echoed, multiple voices within the cruel sound as he set the arrows in fire and redirected them back to Sybil. Eliad went from him with his sword again and Sybil batted away the arrows with a burst of energy. If she could summon herself wings this would feel more like an even fight, she didn't like Eliad being so close to him on his own.

She created platforms for herself to run up, trying to get as close as she could. She tried a spell, directing explosive bouts of energy towards the demon as Eliad kept him on the defensive. The demon grinned and within a blink of the eye he was behind Eliad, the explosives going off and sending her husband teetering to the side in surprise. She reacted quickly, forming a barrier behind him as the demon attempted to spear him, this wiped the smile off his face for a moment, an annoyed frown present for only a second. He was gone again and Sybil summoned a wheel of blade to surround herself, in case he was targeting her.

Eliad flew higher to see where he'd gone but he didn't reappear. The two breathed in ragged breaths, taking only a second to look at the other. The seconds ticked by and Sybil was on edge, keeping herself still and trying to call upon the sight of her dying forest. She couldn't sense him, couldn't see him. Frustration bit at her tongue and she cursed under her breath.

As if the words were a summoning chant a rush of air ran up Sybil's back, she turned as if in slow motion. Emerald eyes greeted her, nothing but blood lust burning within them. A sharp pain followed and she heard Eliad cry out her name. Not one to waste opportunity she summoned a dagger and drove it into the middle of the overconfident demon's chest. He hissed and disappeared again, taking his spear with him and leaving a gaping hole in her side. She clutched her side with a sharp gasp, blood pouring out between her fingers and adding to the grime on her dress.

Eliad's hand covers hers, emanating a soft red glow as he attempts to heal her. Demon's didn't have healing magic however so it was more of a temporary bandage, to stop the blood until they could really deal with it and assess the damage. She leant back against his chest, doubling the amount of blade Wheels around them and bringing them in closer.

"Did you call for your guard?"

"They're all dead, I fear everyone in my kingdom is…" The pain in Eliad's voice squeezes at her heart and she feels her breath stolen away. How could one demon take down an entire demon kingdom? Was he of royal blood? What kind of lord would allow this type of one man assassination? There were rules, laws—

"That hurt you fucking bitch." That disgusting voice snarled behind them and Eliad whipped around quickly, a noise catching in his throat Sybil had never heard before. She tries to peer over her husband's shoulder but a blinding darkness covers the sky. She feels weightless for a moment, blind and barely able to see Eliad inches away from her. She grabs onto his shoulders, fitting between his wings as he curls them back to shield her. She feels her magic coursing through her veins in attempts to regulate her blood flow but she already felt fainter from the injury. She hadn't exerted much magic for a long time and it was having an effect.

An abnormal sound fills the abyss they were floating in, something akin to a thousand screams and snapping violin strings. It's piercing and painful and both Sybil and Eliad reach to cover their ears. A white hot pain comes with the sound and Sybil feels as through her eyes and ears might burst from it.

In a desperate attempt to escape she opens a portal, it's weak and small and she can't think long enough to see where it leads. All she knows is if she stays here another moment she'll die. She wraps her arms around Eliad and they drop into the portal, the sound stops and their bodies hit the earth roughly. They writhe for a moment on the ground, clinging to each other and gasping for breath. Eliad has blood trickling from his ears and nose and she feels a wetness coming from her eyes and mouth, the familiar metallic taste causing her to wince. She sobs, angry and tired as she curls into her husband.

Why was this happening to them? What had they done to deserve such an attack?

Eliad holds her as he takes in deep breaths, trying to steady the both of them. The silence is blissful but they don't know how long it will last. Eliad helps her to her feet and with shaky arms she tries to summon another portal. But her body protests, agony ripping through her core at the mere attempt to summon her magic. She gasps and falls to her knees, Eliad dropping to her side and catching her.

"Sybil, what's wrong?" He asks, out of breath and his voice scratchy. His hands hover over her wound but she shakes her head. It was something more than that.

"He did something to me, in that void, what did he do?" She sobbed, gasped for air and clutched her arms, leaning into Eliad's chest. She felt off, her body felt empty, like she'd been stranded in a desert for eternity and was only a husk.

Eliad's arms are the only thing keeping her together and he can only press a kiss to her hair and whisper promises that they'll be okay. But they won't be, they're in an unknown world without—

"Damien!" She cries, an ache far worse than anything forming in her chest. She grabs onto Eliad's arm as her upper body slumps forward, becoming parallel with her legs.

"Our baby, he's still there—Eliad—he's alone!" She cries, unable to stop herself as she tries to feel for him. They aren't in her forest, they aren't in their world, he's gone and he's alone and she can only think of the fear in his golden eyes as she left him there.

"We'll get back to him my love, I promise you we'll find a way." Eliad's own voice is clogged with grief and he folds his chest over her, sobbing gently into her hair. She tries to raise her arms, tries to summon a portal again but her body is wracked with pain and Eliad's holds her as her violent screams turn into silent sobs. She had no idea where the demon had gone, if her son was safe. She fell limp against Eliad after hours of writhing, only fully becoming still as the exhaustion forced her into unconsciousness.

Her last coherent thought was a promise.

'I will come back for you my beloved boy, I will c you…'

#ockissweek24 #oc x oc #oc x oc ship #demon oc #witch oc #Reunited Tag #Sybil Tag #Eliad Tag #Oneshot Tag #SQUEEZING THIS IN LAST MIN HHHHHHH #I wanted to do art with it but no time 😭#sybil and eliads first appearance is angst who'd a guessed ajahshdhsjsjsjd #these are damien's parents and they are gomez and morticia level of obsessed w each other #and i love them <3

0 notes