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theepisceswriter · 9 months

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Dominating/ Pegging AOT men pt. 1 (Reiner & Zeke)

A/N: another request from my stoned thot anon, blessing us all with their request ideas. WE FUCKING MEN IN THE ASS ALL 2023!!!

TW: mommy kink for Reiner, Power bottom meanie Zeke, and your usual freaky shit, 18+

REINER

Bye, why wouldn't the king of mommy kink allow you to dom and peg him!?!?!? If anything, HE'S the one who introduced the idea of you being something like a dominatrix for him and you were more than happy to comply. It fits the natural dynamic of your relationship too well.

The very first night the two of you incorporated it in the bedroom he was a moaning pink flustered mess underneath you and you were so wet that the strap kept shifting out of place. From then on the two of you knew it was going to be a staple in the bedroom.

He thoroughly enjoys allowing you to have access to him in such a vulnerable way and how good you make him feel.

"Thank you so much mommy for fucking me so good, you make me feel so good", "No one else could ever make me feel as good as you do, mommy. No one.", "You fuck and treat me so well, I can't wait until it's my turn to put my cock in you and make you feel just as good."

He looks absolutely angelic during all this nasty dirty talk; eyes doe and slightly teary, cheeks rosy and tear-stained, and gazing up at you with nothing but pure adoration.

You two indulge in all types of gadgets and positions to keep things spicy and not boring. Both of you guys' favorite position is missionary. There's something about you being able to see Reiner's face contort with pleasure while you're deep into him and stroking his cock that stirs up something feral in you. And he enjoys watching you just as much.

This man's stamina is like a horse's. As soon as you're done fucking him and making sure he reaches his climax, he's on you like bees on honey. He wastes no time in pounding you with his cock even if he was satisfied from the night already, your pleasure is equally as important to him and he won't stop until he's sure that you're just as satisfied as him. Even if he is tired.

His favorite way to thank you is by letting you sit on his face and use his tongue as you please. He'll lift you on his face right after you're done fucking him, it's his favorite to wiggle his tongue through the straps of the strap-on and find your sweet swollen clit to suck on like a pacifier.

Best believe the aftercare is A1 too. The best pillow talk and cuddling sessions to exist in history.

ZEKE

Zeke won’t let you full-on peg him, but I can see him being into less intense butt stuff like rimming or even letting you put a finger or two up there for added sensation but that's as far as that goes for him.

BUT, He does like giving you control in the bedroom every now and then because it's amusing to him that you think you can even do that.

P O W E R BOTTOM THROUGH AND TRUE. This man is a verbal sadistic

"You really think you can fuck me better than I can fuck you", "So cute seeing those dainty fingers try and work my hole when you can barely get them to wrap around my cock", "I could flip you over right now and have you under me faster than you can get a moan out."

Nights when he allows you to take control always end up being the most frustrating ones because he's cocky as hell and doesn't shut up. His comebacks are too quick and witty for you to think of faster ones as a baby dom, but you're getting there. All this egging on and torment is really just to turn you into his perfect dom. He wants you to mean it when you tell him to shut up and make you cum 3 times in a row or he won't come at all. It's your aggressiveness and frustration with him that really turns him on.

The more comfortable you two get with this arrangement the more you find out how crazy humiliation makes him. One night you said something along the lines of, "No wonder you won't let me peg you; this pathetic hole couldn't take a fake cock even if it wanted to." THE MAN WAS TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK BUT WHEW ! I don't think he even knew that he enjoyed humiliation that much and you knew he loved it from the way his cheeks turned the same color as the tip of his cock and not to mention the precum that was flowing down his shaft like a river.

Your rim jobs have a tranquilizing effect on him and he requests one almost every time he gets oral from you. Feeling the hot warm muscle that is your tongue poke and prod at the most sensitive and fleshy part of his body leaves him gripping the edge of the bed until his knuckles turn white.

It's your favorite sight; Him with his mouth slightly agape, chest vibrating with groans, and his t-shirt slightly pushed up farther on his abdomen revealing the muted gold happy trail leading to his dick. And you being the demon that you are, of course you add in a handjob that has him shooting strings of cum on his stomach when he reaches his climax.

#had to feed my aot girlies too #(this is a two year old draft too)#Spicy.#aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan smut #attack on titan headcanons #reiner braun smut #reiner braun fanfiction #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun headcanons #zeke jaeger smut #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke yeager x reader #zeke jaeger headcanons

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wyvernquill · 8 months

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Finally some more Dreamling Anastasia AU!

(Obligatory link to the masterpost with all the other posts in this AU - it's also pinned at the top of my blog!)

So, it's been... a while... but I've recently finally got some motivation to write a bit more of this. Apologies to everyone really looking forward to the finale/resolution - I've decided to go all the way back to the start of the story, instead. I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless!

(Tag list: @10moonymhrivertam @martybaker @globglobglobglobob @anonymoustitans @sunshines-fabulous-legs @dreamsofapiratelife @malice-kingdom - since it's been a, uh, really long time, please let me know if you're no longer interested in this AU/fandom and don't want to be tagged anymore, I won't mind! On the other hand, if someone else would like to be tagged in future updates, please let me know!)

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“Sister… it’s me.”

The man on the dilapidated theatre’s stage shrugs a heavy, moth-eaten velvet coat off his narrow shoulders. It crumples into a dark semi-circle around him, releasing a dramatic cloud of dust.

“Dream… of the Endless~”

“Ah. Hm.” A somewhat fussy older gentleman in the empty space usually reserved for the audience adjusts the small circular glasses on his nose, grimacing in a polite and distinctly English way - which he has, once, after first coming to this realm and taking this form, spent hours practising in the mirror - while checking a long list in front of him. “Mr… Carter, was it…?”

“Oh, please.” The man on stage flicks back his white-streaked bangs. “Call me Hal.”

“Yes. Of course, Mr. Hal.” The gentleman purses his lips. “That was… not, er. Not terrible, I suppose. And we’re pleased to note that you appear to have… brought your own cloak.”

“Don’t get used to it. Zelda and Chantal only let me borrow it for the audition.”

“Well, it is a lovely cloak. Only, ah, while Dream of the Endless was known to have quite striking eyes, I do think that, perhaps a little less eyeliner…”

“I could tone it down, I suppose, but I really think the performance would lose something without the makeup.” Hal sighs melodramatically. “I can sing and dance too, if you need it for your… what is this audition for, actually? Play? Music hall show? Ooo, one of those moving pictures?”

“Er.” The gentleman fidgets with his cane, grass-green eyes flickering around the empty theatre. “Well-”

“Thank you, Hal.” The younger man beside him interrupts with a winning smile that only barely covers the boredom and frustration lining a rather ruggedly handsome face. “We’ll let you know.”

“Hm.” Hal, clearly enough of an old hand in the acting business to know a polite “you’re not getting the role, piss off” when he hears one, frowns, and bends down to gather up the borrowed cloak, stalking off towards stage exit right with his head held high, not deigning either of the two men with even one more look.

“...I really do not think this will work, young Robert.” The older man mutters, decisively striking through Hal Carter’s name on his list. It is the last. “None of them look even remotely like him. And the voice-”

“I know, Gil. I know.” The younger man, Hob - only Gilbert is proper and precise enough to call him Robert - rubs at his temples, as if to stave off a headache. “They never manage to get the voice right, do they.”

“Ah, if it were only that…” Gilbert sighs, setting the list down. His eyes are soft and unfocused, seeing far into a past that has long since been razed to the ground. “His Lordship, he… he had a certain air about him, you understand. An otherworldly strangeness. He was the dream-maker, and dream-made, and to look at him was to gaze upon infinity.”

A soft scoff.

“Even if we claim that he has been greatly reduced by being turned into a meagre human - no offence, dear friend - as long as he does not have some spark of endlessness about him, nobody who has ever met him would fall for the ruse. And we are attempting to con his family. I simply cannot see any viable path to success.”

Hob does not respond, for a moment, picking up one of the flyers on their table.

It reads:

SEEKING Actor, slender, pale, tall, dark-haired, in the 20-40 age range to play the role of Dream of the Endless (method actors preferred). Generous pay and further benefits await. Auditions each weekday at 6pm at the Old Whickber Street Theatre, Soho. Ask for Hob and Gil.

“We’ll find him.” Hob insists. “The perfect pretender. He’s out there, I just know it.”

“We are not the first fools who have attempted a, a caper of this sort.” Gil points out, almost gently. “None of the others ever succeeded.”

“Yes. Well. None of the others managed to find and correctly identify the late Dream’s own pouch of genuine dream-sand on sale at the black market.” Hob shoots back, gesturing at the cord just barely peeking out from under Gil’s collar. (They’ve decided it would be safer if Hob comes into contact with the sand as little as possible, and Gilbert has taken to carrying it as closely to his heart as he can manage.) “It’s hard evidence, Gil, it’s a sign, it’s our chance - and it might just be enough. The trick with a good con is really making it look like you’re giving the mark exactly what they desperately want… and there’s nothing in the world Death of the Endless wants more than to have her brother back.”

(She wants it so desperately, in fact, that she’s offering immortality to any sentient being who manages to procure Dream for her.

And, well.

There’s nothing in the world Hob wants more than to live forever…)

“Your word in- or, well, kept out of Destiny’s ears, young friend.” Gil sighs, collecting his lists and notes and the remaining flyers, tucking them into his coat and reaching for his cane. “In the meantime, how about we go down to the public house and have a bit of a snifter to wash away the memories of all those atrocious performances, eh, my lad?”

“Best idea you had all day, Gil.” Hob grins, clapping a hand on Gilbert’s shoulder. “Are you buying?”

Gilbert raises one grey brow. “At the risk of provoking a joke regarding my non-human status: in your dreams, Robert.”

Hob laughs; and, together, they step out into the winter night, old snow crunching under their shoes and new flakes beginning to drift, gradually, down from the sky.

It has been a decade since the end of the Endless’ reign.

Ten years since humanity tore Destiny’s book from his hands and burned it.

Ten years since Destruction abandoned his siblings, hiding away in his own, separate exile.

Ten years since Despair’s first aspect was killed, and another took her place.

Ten years since Delight went mad with grief and became Delirium…

And ten years since Dream of the Endless was captured, bound, turned human, and killed.

People still whisper about it. Still speculate, trade gossip and hearsay back and forth. Some insist that the Dream King yet lives, hidden away, turned human, just biding his time, waiting for an opportunity to return to his siblings.

It’s a lovely legend, Hob supposes. A fitting end and non-end, for the Lord of Stories, to live on in one… but that’s all it is. A pretty tale, which will breathe new life into a myth only for as long as it’s being told. It isn’t true…

…but now, ten years later, Hob and Gil will damn well make it so.

Ten years is also, coincidentally, all that a man a few streets down from the old theatre can remember of his life.

Ten years since he was found, naked and emaciated and bleeding, in a ditch next to some countryside road in East Sussex.

Ten years of fighting his way through a life in poverty, with no family, no friends, no-one to care for him, except perhaps the birds.

Ten years of strange and haunting dreams, blurred faces calling out to him with names he can never remember later but knows are his; ten years of waking every morning with tears on his face and a longing for someplace - and someones - he wishes he could remember; ten years of a woman’s voice begging him night after night to come home to her, to them.

Ten years of being much too busy starving and freezing and barely surviving to spare even a single thought to the dying legends of the Endless.

This man turns his face up to the sky, snowflakes catching in his dark hair and on his coat like stars glinting in the night; and he shivers, his breath clouding mist-white in the air, curling thin arms around a narrow torso.

(For a moment, just a moment, his eyes glow dark and infinite, a mirror to the night sky and the endless universe beyond.)

And then, he ducks his head down into his scarf, shivers again, and continues on through the snow.

Ten hard years have taught this man better than to waste his time standing about and daydreaming.

#WyWrites #dreamling #the sandman #anastasia dreamling au #it's been 84 years......#i've got a rough draft of a scene or two after this too #endlessly busy with uni of course #and getting back into Good Omens my old love #but i've been feeling like dabbling with this au again lately so why not #and i just HAD to give you Hal doing the iconic coat drop scene #he would have been iconic as drag Dream of the Endless just saying #Hob and Gil are missing out #and the first glimpse of Murphy... I can see it in my mind's eye so clearly #him looking up at the sky with the stars in his eyes and the snow in his hair #and Death forever calling out to him in her sleep #gosh have i missed this au #can't guarantee too much more #but a few more bits are definitely in the works!

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