#the need to worship someone like a god and take pleasure from giving it

[sugurusflower]

ꨄ — 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐃 (𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒)

CHARACTERS: kento nanami, satoru gojo, suguru getou, toji fushiguro

WARNINGS: smut (18+ content, mdni!) fem reader, PIV sex, both protected and unprotected sex, hair pulling, degradation (+ slut is used once), praise, cumshots/facials, light bondage, dom/sub dynamics, biting, blindfolding, hickeys, teasing, overstimulation, edging, oral (both m and f receiving), dacryphilia, pet names, mentions of bruises, sixty-nine, implied strength kink, ass slapping, nipple play, breeding kink, rough sex, quickies, dirty talk

KENTO NANAMI is a selfless lover. your pleasure is his, in other words.

he enjoys slow, drawn-out and intimate lovemaking when he has the time, choosing to worship your body for hours on end before he even thinks about relieving the straining hard-on beneath those tight grey trousers.

out of all of them, he’s the best by far with his hands. his fingers are thick enough to give your pussy a nice stretch and they’re quite long too, but most importantly he knows how to use them. he’ll finger you until you’ve come at least once or twice. he’ll add his tongue in there too to make sure you’re ascending to heaven.

he’s also a man who prefers missionary, or any other position where he’s both close to you and can see your face. will fuck you deep and slow, hand intertwined with yours as he watches each pleasured facial expression intently.

he loves slow sex when he has the time, but he’s a busy man. when he’s stressed and overwhelmed with work, it’s like all that patience floats out the window. in these moments, he just needs to be inside you to releive some of that 9-5 stress so he’ll pull you aside for a quickie, pants and boxers pulled down just enough for his cock to spring out. all he’ll do is hike up your skirt and pull your panties to the side and he’ll either pin you against a wall or hit it from the back, thrusts quick and powerful.

he’s a bit rougher during quickies too, yanking your hair a bit or holding your hips tight enough to bruise because he’s desperately trying to chase his high. by the end of it, his tie is crooked, hair mussed and pants crumpled but he always gives you sweet kisses on your lips and forehead while he helps fixing you up before adjusting himself and rushing off.

he’s grateful to cum anywhere on or inside you, but loves cumming inside your pussy the most.

do you like when i finger you, darling? you keep sucking them in so greedily.

you don’t need to do a thing, my love. i’ll do all the work, so just lie back and let me make you feel good.

wish i could take my time with you, sweetheart, but i can’t be late to work. be a good girl and spread your legs for me.

SATORU GOJO fucks in all different ways. he’s versatile when it comes to sex and will try most things at least once just to say he’s done it, but one thing that’s always consistent is he’s always full of contradictions.

he may seem like some sort of sex god but he loves giggly and soft sex from time to time. laughs traded between your mouths as you kiss, the feeling of a smile against your cunt as he eats you out so skilfully. when he makes love to you like this, he prefers when you ride him because your faces and bodies are so close and he loves the way you look when you bounce up and down his shaft. it also means he has full view of your face when you giggle at his words.

besides soft sex, he’s such a fucking tease, to the point where it can even be considered mean sometimes. he’ll fold you into the most ridiculous positions as he drills his cock into your weeping cunt, teasing the way you drool and babble, or the way your face looks when you’re bent this way or that.

he’s the definition of someone who praises and degrades simultaneously. will call you the sweetest names in the same sentence as some of the most vile words strung together.

he’ll overstimulate you at one point and then deprive you when he works you back up and you want to cum again.

he also loves to use his blindfold on you during sex too and has used it in multiple different ways.

will laugh meanly when you give him head and gag on his length but in the next second gently talk you through it as he pushes the hair out of your face.

no matter what’s going on, you’ll always hear him laughing during sex.

to him is all about your reactions. basically anything he does is to get a a pout and a rise out of you, or to be graced by your gentle smile and soft eyes.

he loves cumming on your face the most. again, to see your reaction.

sweet girl’s so fucked out she can’t even use her words now? aw, s’all good, baby. i love it when you go dumb on my cock.

you like it when i use my blindfold for dirty things like this, yeah? such a pretty little slut, hands tied behind your back like that.

there’s that smile… you’re s’cute, you know that? fuck, i’m gonna cum…

SUGURU GETOU is a soft dom through and through. by the time he’s done with you, he’ll make sure you’re a trembling mess, it’s guaranteed.

he’s a talker during sex. he’ll instruct you on what to do, will whisper pretty things in your ear when you’re lost in pleasure and will coo endearing names so sweetly when you cum on his cock.

loves overstimulating you.

he will take things slow at first, wind you up with each touch of his until you’re begging for it and then give you exactly what you want.

he likes any position where he can watch you writhe with pleasure beneath him, but is also a fan of reverse cowgirl because he likes the view of the curve of your spine and he can control the speed and pace easily whilst also allowing you to grind against him.

his pace depends on how fucked out he wants you, and he can alternate between slow and prolonged to hard and fast.

he loves going down on you just so he can feel you tug on his silky black hair. in fact, any time you touch his hair is a turn on for him. whenever you run your fingers through the inky strands, he practically melts into your hands.

he loves blindfolding you, and relishes in the way it heightens your sensitivity to touch. he’ll touch you with the gentleness of angel’s wings before pinching your nipples or slapping your ass so his touch remains unpredictable and more exciting for you.

going back to his talkative nature, he’ll whisper dirty things in your ear when you’re blindfolded just to see you squirm in anticipation. he loves how he can get you wet from his words and voice alone.

he will mark you up. not out of possessiveness or anything, but for the sole reason that he finds you so attractive covered in hickeys and bite marks.

similar to gojo, the most exciting thing about sex for him is your reaction. unlike gojo, it’s more about how your body reacts rather than your expressions. he savours every tremble and twitch.

loves cumming on your back and ass the most.

if only you could see yourself right now. you look so beautiful taking me, angel. you’re the prettiest when i fuck you.

oh, the things i’m gonna do to you... was gonna say i’m gonna make such a mess out of this pretty pussy, but it looks like you did that all on your own. did my voice turn you on that much, sweet girl?

you can cum for me one more time, love. c’mon, i know you’ve got it in you, let’s see it.

TOJI FUSHIGURO is the most experienced out of them and he’s fucking smug about it too. a few touches and you instantly melt for him. oh, and he’s also got the world’s highest sex drive. fucking him doesn’t just have you seeing stars, but also the entire solar system.

he’s the perfect balance between sweet and rough, especially when you give him head, which happens a lot.

he’ll gently rake your hair back as he bucks his hips into your mouth at a steady pace. he’ll praise you as you choke and gag on his thick length, his lips stretched into an amused smirk.

he’s a simple man. he loves boobjobs too.

he’s also a big fan of 69. he loves watching you try to stay focused on sucking him off but ultimately failing when he works on your wet cunt with his skilled tongue and lips. the way your jaw goes slack and you moan around his cock makes him go feral.

he eats pussy like a starved man too!!! it’s so obscene, all the sounds he makes, his grunts and groans mixing with the slick sounds of your pussy.

this man fucks. he always preps you because he knows that most of the time, it’s quick and deep thrusts that have your your back arching and your toes curling. when he is slow from time to time, he fucks into you so deep that you swear you can feel him in your belly.

will degrade and tease you if he knows you’re into that!

he likes to make you cry, whether that be from the overwhelming orgasms he gives you or from struggling to take his fat dick no matter how determined you are, your sweet little tears turn him on to no end. he usually kisses them away, or laps them up with his tongue.

definitely uses his strength to his advantage during sex. easily lifts you or guides you into different positions. with this also comes positions where he has you lifted in the air, nothing supporting you but his strong hands gripping onto your thighs, forearms and firm chest keeping you secure.

has a bruising grip from his strength. your thighs and hips will most likely have little finger-shaped bruises once you’re done.

his biggest weakness is sloppy kisses while you’re fucking. pulling his face to yours and entwining your tongue with his makes him go crazy. loves it even more when he’s taking you from behind and you crane your head back just so you can kiss him.

i’m torn between him wearing a condom during sex and having a breeding kink so i’m just gonna say that if you’re in a more casual relationship, he wears a condom but if you’re in a more serious one he’s definitely filling you to the brim with cum.

loves cumming on your boobs! he also cums a lot…

you cryin’, sweetheart? thought you were a big girl and could handle my cock. you were practically droolin’ over it earlier. what happened, huh? too much for ya all of a sudden?

it’s alright, pretty, i gotcha. it feels better like this, right? so fuckin’ deep, feels like i’m in your womb.

fuck, ‘m gonna stuff this tight little hole with so much cum, just you wait. you wanna carry my baby, mama? you’d look so hot swollen with my kid. ah, i’m gonna cum just thinkin’ ‘bout it…

#❀˖° — gaia’s world ! #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fushigro x reader #toji smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto smut #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento x reader #jjk headcanons

[suashii]

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒮𝐸𝒳𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒮𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐸𝑅𝒮 — the setters and their top kinks

info ⭑ includes: miya atsumu, oikawa toru, akaashi keiji, sugawara koushi, semi eita ﾉ f!reader, nsfw (minors do not interact) ﾉ degradation ﾉ impact play ﾉ daddy kink ﾉ dumbification ﾉ edging ﾉ body worship ﾉ praise kink ﾉ dacryphilia ﾉ virgin kink ﾉ corruption kink ﾉ all characters written 18+.  

₊˚ପ⊹ ATSUMU + DEGRADATION & IMPACT PLAY

he’d never call you such lewd, dirty names outside the bedroom, but he can’t ignore how each one goes straight to your pussy. his personal favorites are “whore” and “toy”. he never thought he’d find so much pleasure in bullying, humiliating, you. and he’ll never get over the way you tighten and flutter around his cock when his hand makes contact with your clit or ass. your surprised squeals are like music to his ears and the marks he leaves behind are always a pretty reminder of the night’s activities the next day.

“listen to you, whimpering like a whore when i slap your ass. i’m starting to think you like getting spanked. mm, maybe i should give you another one.”

₊˚ପ⊹ OIKAWA + DADDY KINK & DUMBIFICATION

he gets some sort of rush from hearing you call him daddy. maybe it’s the way you peer up at him through your lashes as you do so. or maybe it’s the blatant embarrassment that you try and fail to hide by biting your lip. can you blame him for wanting to see you completely fucked out? you’re just so pretty when your eyes are staring off at nothing, tongue lolling from between those soft lips. he can’t help the sense of pride that swells in his chest when you’re reduced to such a mess, and all because of him.

“you stopped talking, princess. did daddy really fuck you that hard? can’t even think straight while you’re taking this cock, huh?”

₊˚ପ⊹ AKAASHI + EDGING & BODY WORSHIP

his hands wander about your figure as his mouth travels down every inch of your skin, only ever stopping to tell you how gorgeous you are. you deserve the world and he’s set on giving it to you, even if his method seems slightly cruel. by now, he’s an expert at continuously getting you nearly to your climax and pulling you back just before you can reach it. he’s a patient man and is more than willing to spend all night in the bedroom if that means giving you the most earth shattering orgasm you could imagine.

“god, you look so beautiful like this. you want to come? don’t worry, you only have to wait a little longer, angel. i promise it’ll feel good.”

₊˚ପ⊹ SUGAWARA + PRAISE & DACRYPHILIA

you’re such a sweet thing for suga, always doing what you’re told and making the prettiest noises for him. why shouldn’t he let you know how much he adores you—how proud he is of you? the smile that graces your face and the sparkles in your irises at his approval are really all he could ask for. but a little part of him can’t help but get excited whenever he sees tears of pleasure pooling in your eyes, threatening to spill over your lash line. maybe he’s greedy; or maybe he just wants a reward of his own.

“you did so well for me, my good girl. and you look so pretty with tears streaming down your cheeks. should i clean them up for you?”

₊˚ପ⊹ SEMI + VIRGIN KINK & CORRUPTION

he has this unexplainable desire to take you—someone that was once pure and untouched—and make you his own, to ruin you as he pleases. of course, he’d never tell you so; where’s the fun in that? he’s fixed on watching the authentic experience of your first time. he wants to see how your face scrunches up in pain before it turns to pleasure. he wants to hear your breath catch in your throat before you’re moaning in ecstasy as your orgasm hits. he needs to be the one who gives you a taste of what you’ve been missing out on.

“is it everything you thought it would be? yeah? i never pegged you as the type who liked being used. guess i got lucky with you.”

hihi~ manz here :3 ! thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you ❤︎

#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: haikyuu #atsumu x reader #oikawa x reader #akaashi x reader #sugawara x reader #semi x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu smut #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #𐙚 after hours

[ghouljams]

Literally on my hands and knees over Ghost with a puppy and/or mommy kink, like I need to dom that man so hard please god give me just one chance 🤧 I can imagine him coming home from a really grueling deployment and just wanting to be collared, to be his darling’s good boy for a while because good boys don’t have to do anything besides obey 😮‍💨

No one would ever believe that Ghost, the infamous lieutenant, the one scarier than God, the one that must've made a deal with the devil to survive everything he went through, goes home at the end of deployment and puts on a collar before he even showers. That he comes home to a list, to strict rules that aren't his, that he takes pleasure in obeying. They couldn't begin to believe that Ghost sits at your feet and rests his head against your knee to be pet, to feel your nails scratch against his scalp, couldn't believe that he falls asleep like that.

This Goliath of a man? Of course he's dominant. He wouldn't want to slough off responsibilities, to sit thoughtless for a while, to have someone coo praises at him and tell him he's safe and cared for. He wouldn't sink somewhere soft and fuzzy, somewhere he doesn't have to listen to the world telling him what a good soldier is, somewhere only your voice can reach. He can just exist, right there at your feet, just for a while, just until he has his feet under him again. He needs to know that there's a place for him, that he can belong to something, that he can be good.

Please tell him he's good. Please tell him he hasn't been ruined yet. Please tug on his collar and ask if he wants to come up on the couch, if he wants to cuddle. Let him shake his head, let him worship at your feet a little while longer. He belongs here, he's good, tell him he's good. Tell him he's good. Tell him he's good.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost cod #sub!ghost #i got your number simon and im calling you ouf

[azsazz]

Equinox

Kinktober Day 29: Eris x Reader [Throne Sex]

Summary: Anon Req: Ooo what about eris x reader public sex on his throne?

Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), dom x sub dynamics, exhibitionism, (mentioned voyeurism)

Word Count: 2,510

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Eris is thoughtful with his steps, as if he knows you’ve struggled all night in the tight, tall heels making your feet ache. You clutch the skirts of your elegant emerald dress, head turned towards the ground as you watch your steps, trying not to trip. You look nothing as Eris does, with his learned grace, gliding up the stairs how only one from a royal family would. Your cheeks burn hot with a blush, humiliated already at the fact that someone with a status just above farmhand would be his chosen for the night.

You can feel the eyes staring holes into your back. Jack—who escorted you on your fathers behalf—watches from his spot on the outskirts of the room, copper chalice brimmed with hearty wine clutched tightly in his fist. If he were a higher fae, he’d be burning this place to the fucking ground.

Peeking through the curtain of your hair, you note that Eris’ brothers have already started in on the fun. Pyrolas sits on his throne, females perched on the arm of each chair. There’s a male on the floor between his knees, and you can hear him begging the Autumn heir to unleash his cock from his trousers.

One Eris’ other side is Conleth. Third born, he’s the most docile of the group. You’ve heard him to be wicked with his fingers, drawing the string of his bow with such precision he could kill from a mile away. Even he seems to be participating in the equinox traditions, though the flush to his cheeks and gleam to his auburn gaze tells you that he’d needed the liquid courage to be knuckle deep in the naked male he has grinding on his lap. Lucky for him and his brothers, Beron has retired for the night, and they can claim whom they please.

A throne down from Conleth is Oakland. Ever the strategist like his oldest brother, he’s still scouring the crowd, searching for the perfect person to spend the evening with. He sits tall in his chair, body rigid, but not with confidence. You can see right through his façade. He’s nearly trembling with nerves, you can see it in the way his fingers are curled around the arms of his chair. 

His eyes meet yours and you flinch. You’re not used to meeting any of their fiery gazes, let alone more than one.

Finally at the top of the dais, Eris turns, sitting down in his seat. The way that he’s able to look down at you despite being taller than him makes a shiver wrack your spine, and the corner of his mouth tilts upwards. 

His fingers are still intertwined with yours, and he gives them a gentle sway, trying to gain your attention although he already has it, has had it since you’d stepped into the room for the Autumnal Equinox.

“On your knees, fawn.” His tone is rough, tightening the collar of your dress. Fires rage high in hearths, almost licking the rich curtains draping from ceiling to floor. The room isn’t stifling because of that, though, but because of the magic in the air, the powers of the Autumn Equinox in full effect throughout the Court’s lands. 

You can feel that heat between your legs, wetting your panties. Your skin itches with the need to be touched, to be claimed. Rapt music glides through the air, sensual and alluring. The sounds of gasps and moans of pleasure fill the air as others join in, and your eyes flutter at the sound. Eris’ russet gaze licks down your body in a wave of warmth, and you follow it, dropping between the split of his toned thighs, coming face to face with his cock, straining against navy trousers.

You twist your fingers nervously, a lump in your throat. You want this, want to give yourself over to the Autumn Gods on this festive night, want Eris to splay you out and take you for his own, worshiping each other like those very Gods did while they’d walked this continent. You want to worship them as the fae still do now, with bodies and souls, intertwined, half him, half you for the perfectly half light, half night of the day. The most perfect day of the year.

Eris brushes his fingers down your soft cheek, admiring you. His touch sends you reeling, the rest of the room disappearing as his skin brushes yours. His thumb slides across your mouth and you can’t help but to part your lips, flicking your tongue out to taste him.

His russet eyes flare at the sight. He undoes his belt with one hand, pulling at the ties. With his other hand, he dips two fingers into your mouth. You suck greedily, releasing a whimper at his taste that chokes off as he presses his fingers further. He shoves his pants down his legs and his cock springs up, all flushed and ruddy at the head. You clench your fingers in your skirts, saliva pooling in your mouth as he jerks himself once, twice. Spit drips from the sides of your mouth around his fingers, making a mess already.

“Like what you see?” Eris asks, knowing full well that you can’t respond with words. Not with his fingers caressing the inside of your throat. You nod, jostling his digits in your throat, your esophagus constricting as you try to swallow. “Want to taste?”

Your eyes roll into the back of your skull at his words, moan mixing with one of the fae occupying his brother’s throne beside you. You don’t dare look anywhere but at your closed lids or at Eris, nothing can draw your attention away from him.

His fingers fall from your mouth to cradle your head with a large hand. You lick your lips and he follows the motion of your tongue, giving himself a rough jerk, grunting at the feeling. When he looks at you like this you don’t care that he doesn’t know your name, that he’s calling you fawn, or that people are watching. Not his brothers, not your escort, not any of the males or females falling on their knees, pleading for a chance with one of the Autumn Princes. 

Eris guides your face closer to his cock and it’s now you see the pearlescent beads of precum at his slit. You want to collect those drops like the precious pearls they are, roll them around on your tongue, burn them into your memory for centuries to come.

You part your lips, hot breath ghosting over his silken skin. The muscles of his abdomen flex, and when you flick your gaze up to meet his, he’s a goner.

“Open your mouth for me, fawn. Need to see that tongue.”

Pressing the rest of the way forward, you find the confidence to take his cock in your own grip, swatting his hand away so you can stroke him and lift him to your lips. Brushing across his slip with a groan, his flavor bursts on your tongue. He’s entirely autumn, tasting of the musk of the earth, smoky wood and crisp breezes. You vow to yourself that this will not be the last time you taste him, he’s utterly addicting.

Eris chokes at the sight of you, drooling over the hard lines of his cock, licking, kissing, sucking your way around the sensitive skin. He hisses through his teeth, guiding you where he likes, shoving you down to lap at his balls. You follow obediently, showing him just how good you can be.

After giving him a thorough lick, Eris growls, having had enough of your errant teasing. By a fist of your hair, he’s allowing you to slide your lips down his cock, taking him in full. When he hits the back of your throat you gag, but he loves it, pressing you down further until you can’t breathe, his girth stretching your throat. 

It feels like a fire burning in your windpipe, stifling and hot. He jerks his hips, using his hand in your hair to guide you up and down on his cock. It makes tears prick your eyes, your cheeks flushed hot. Your nails dig into the skin of his thighs but it only spurs him on, loud moans echoing off of the walls of the ballroom.

“Fuck, fawn,” he pants, stare pinned to how you’re taking over, moving against him now, suckling his cock greedily. You’re a sight to see like this, covered in spit, cheeks stuffed full of his cock. “You feel fucking amazing.”

You moan in response to him, losing yourself in the throes of his cock in your mouth. You try to suck any noise that you can from him, enjoying the way they’re for your ears only, despite the lewd sounds accompanying the deep, heady music. 

With a hiss, Eris pulls you from his cock. You’re panting, brows furrowing sadly from the loss but Eris is caressing your cheeks with both hands again, thumbs sliding through the wetness around your mouth, cooing softly. 

“You did so well for me, fawn. I bet you’re so wet, gushing for me, aren’t you?” He asks, and you whine because yes, your thighs are pressed so tightly together they’re trembling, and none of it is stimulating your crying clit, either.

“Yes,” you plead, gripping his wrists, eyes wide. “So wet for you, prince.” 

If he’s not going to call you by your name, you won’t call him by his either.

Doesn’t seem to matter to Eris, though, because he’s shuddering and tugging you from the floor to your feet, spinning you around so his pale, freckled ass is to your audience, your hands planted on the arms of his chair as he bends you over. 

Your breath catches in your throat as he nudges his hips against yours, cock pressing into the soft fabric of your dress. You can feel his length against your hind, shivering as his fingers find the ties of your dress. His torso is pressed tight to your back and his breath is hot in your ear as his teeth graze your cheek.

“Do you want me to bend you over my throne, little fawn, or would you like to ride my cock?” 

It’s surprising that he’s giving you the choice, a prince so often used to his demands being listened to. This…you…you are different though. The surge of fire within him is not that of lust. It’s a slow roiling of hot coals, compact with heat. They stir, embers flaring at the sight of your exposed skin while he slips your dress further and further down your back, exposing your creamy skin.

Your body is squeezed tight; eyes shut at the feeling of his fiery touch licking down your spine, your thighs clenched, cunt dripping and aching with need. Your muscles are constricted, body shaking with anticipation. Your mind whirls, trying to make sense of his words.

“Cock,” you gasp as he palms over your newly exposed breasts. The bite of the ballroom hardens your nipples, but the warmth of Eris’ fingers soothes them. You shudder with pleasure, arching into his chest at your back. “Want to sit on your cock, prince.” 

His cock jumps at your use of his title. He growls deeply, nipping at your ear. Your whimper carries on an autumn breeze, down the line of thrones to Pyrolas, who uses his minute wind magic to listen in. Eris’ eye blaze brightly as he shoots his younger brother a searing glare. Pyrolas’ powers had come in handy often when they were young and listened in on conversations they shouldn’t have been, but now that the second born knows how to use them to his advantage, Eris is more careful than not when he speaks.

But he will not be sharing you, despite the fact that the room is crowded with courtiers and patrons under their rule. 

He will show them all who you belong to.

“I was hoping you’d say that, little fawn,” he murmurs, lips hot against your throat. Eris stands and you shiver at the loss of his warmth, straightening and spinning around on your heel, chasing him. He’s only stepped away to undress, fingers quickly maneuvering the buttons of his shirt open. It slides from his broad, freckle smattered shoulders like butter.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him. Eris kicks away the rest of his trousers, allowing you to get your fill. Rippling muscles line his body. He’s cut and hard like his bobbing cock, waiting so prettily for you.

He sits on his throne, one leg straight out, looking ever like the arrogant prince he’s supposed to be. His smirk only adds to his front, and he offers you a hand.

Taking it, you allow Eris to help you, parting your thighs across each of his muscular ones.

He takes himself in his hand, jerking once before he’s sliding his hot tip against your folds. You gasp, shuddering at the feeling, hips circling softly, following his cock like a magnet. Eris’ smirk turns wolfish as you chase, allowing you to sink down on his girth.

“Fuck,” he hisses, because the wetness of your cunt feels too damn good. “Trying to stifle my flames, fawn?”

You can hardly even reply, fingers curling into the meat of his shoulders as you rise. There is no taking things slow. The bite of his cock stretching your walls feels too good, the sensual music combined with the moans floating through the air and the grunts Eris makes is euphoric, the feeling of him penetrating you, cock so lengthy it hits your womb everytime you sink down. Everything feels like fire in your bones, your heart, your blood. 

You’re hot all over, messy between your thighs, but Eris seems to be enjoying himself, watching hungrily as your head rolls back on your shoulders with pleasure. When he can no longer control himself, his fingers are pressing into your thighs harshly, guiding your body faster, up and down and up and down. He leans forward, lips suctioning to the skin of your throat because it’s exposed and he’s hungry, his fires need kindling to burn brighter.

The drapes on the walls set alight as his pleasure crests. The air becomes scolding and you can hardly breathe. His touch burns your body in the best way. He’s hitting that bundle of nerves inside of you with each thrust he makes, and you don’t even know when you stopped bouncing for him, allowing him to hold you steady and buck his hips like a desperate male. 

Your body courses with heat and you cum with a cry, collapsing into him. Eris fucks you through it, your pleasure spaking his own. He follows you with a heady groan, teeth gnashing at your skin. The press of his hold, the graze of his teeth feel as though he’s trying to brand you with every part of his body pressed to yours. His hot cum between your legs sears, marking you.

Claiming you.

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[tightjeansjavi]

A/N: Brought to you deliciously by @tightjeansjavi @loquaciousferret @peterhollandkait @chaotic-mystery

Summary: ever wonder how it feels for your favorite Pedro Pascal character to go down on you? Well, look no further because the girlies got you covered! Oh, and these men definitely know how to eat it good.

Warnings: this is literally just smut. If you are under 18 do not interact. This is content NOT intended to be consumed by minors. If you interact and I find for you to be underaged, I will be blocking you, no questions asked.

Din Djarin

↳ @loquaciousferret

Din doesn’t get the opportunity to eat you out as much as he would like, purely due to the logistics involved with ensuring it is perfectly dark and to have the time and space to apply a blindfold to you. You honestly don’t mind that it isn’t often, and it seems to frustrates him more than it does you. He is a selfless and generous person and wishes he could take this into the bedroom too.

All this considered, it does mean he really takes his time whenever he does get the opportunity. He will be patient and spend what seems like hours pulling multiple orgasms from you, never stopping until the point where you are the one begging for him to stop and just fuck you.

“Please- Din, please. I need you.”

“You have me, mesh’la. I’m right here.”

You whined, his facial hair tickled at your inner thighs as he spoke gently, his voice sending vibrations through your core.

When he did eventually fuck you after eating you out, the pleasure was intensified for you both. With you blindfolded, he could kiss and worship all of your body, and take in your subtle facial expressions without his visor obscuring his view.

“So beautiful, cyar’ika. I could stay here with you like this forever.” And he truly wishes he could.

Javier Peña

↳ @tightjeansjavi

Javi Peña eats your pussy wherever, and whenever he wants. You could be at the office, legs spread over his desk, his hands deliciously holding your thighs apart as he devours your sweet cunt. Thank god it’s only you two working late hours because your moans are free falling around the room, bouncing off the walls. You can hear him groaning in content at your sweet taste along his tongue. Even as his jaw goes slack, he continues to lap at you, wanting to get every last drop.

Or you’re in your apartment, blissfully whipping up some brownies or cookies to bring into the office, humming whatever tune is playing on the radio. You’re wearing one of Javi’s shirts, and a thin pair of panties. Your hips sway just enough for Javi to notice. You feel his presence looming behind you before he’s sinking down his knees. Your breath is caught in your throat when you feel his hands sneak up the apex of your thighs, prying them apart. “Javi, what are you—” you stumble over your words, gripping the counter tightly when he flattens his tongue against your clothed pussy, tasting you through the thin fabric. “Don’t mind me, cariño. Keep on whisking.”

You feel him hook his thumb along the side of your panties, revealing your slick cunt to him and then he’s completely devouring you, your knees nearly buckle as his nose bumps into your clit. His tongue is absolutely working you into ruin. “Javi, this really isn’t the time—fuck, baby.”

He’d let out a low chuckle against your core, sending warm vibrations up your spine. “There’s never a time more perfect to eat your sweet pussy cariño.” He tsks.

Pre!Outbreak Joel

↳ @chaotic-mystery

Pre!outbreak Joel would eat your pussy whenever and wherever he wanted your aching cunt in his mouth. It didn’t matter if you were in public, that’s why his truck has back seats. All he’d have to do is give you that look and you knew what was coming. Your minimal clothing choices in the Texas heat would make him start looking for secluded places to pull over. His hand would be at the very top of your thigh and he’d squeeze ever so gently causing your breath to hitch. It was the slight risk of getting caught by someone as he’s going to town on his girl, making her squirm and cry out.

He’d push your legs back so your thighs are slightly pinned against your stomach so he can see your dripping wet pussy in all its glory. As soon as your panties hit the floor of the truck, he’d give you a groan as he gets closer to you and admire how wet you already are for him. “Look at this beautiful fuckin’ pussy baby doll. Who got you like this, hm? Tell me sweet girl.” Just as you’re about to answer, he’d flatten his tongue against your clit and start devouring you. He liked seeing how much he can make you work for it while he’s rotting your brain, taking your breath away with his devilish mouth. “Cmon baby, tell me” he’d moan against you trying to aid a response between your moans.

Your fingers would comb through his hair and tug every time he sucked on your clit and shook his head from side to side, scoring a raspy whimper from you. His hand clutching your pillowy breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to feel a fiery pit in your stomach.

“Joel please I’m gonna cum- don’t stop, just like that, just like that” your sentence growing to barely a whisper as you were right at the edge of releasing. Joel’s tongue would start flicking against your sensitive bud and that was all it took, your legs wrapped around his head as you rode his face, screaming his name. It didn’t stop there, of course. As you’d ride your high and buck your hips against his wet face, his mouth would still be attached to your clit. You’d start turning side to side, trying to back up but he’d wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you as close as he could, moaning into your juices that made your pussy glisten in the sun spilling through the window.

“Where are you goin, darlin'? I’m not full yet” he’d mutter and go right back to licking up your juices, running his tongue along the slick folds and around your clit. You’d push his head away and cry out, begging for a break but he’d grab your wrists, your legs tightening around his head even more. “One more baby cmon one more fuckin time just for me, pretty baby” your body shaking and breathes becoming faster until they sounded like gasps. The shriek of pleasure you let out as your eyes roll to the back of your head, a tear slipping from your eye as your body falls into complete euphoria. Your legs would fall from his shoulders, body still trembling slightly as he’d hover above you and admire his work that was written all over your face.

Post!Outbreak Joel

↳ @tightjeansjavi

Post!Outbreak Joel eats your pussy like it’s solely based around his own survival. How else is he supposed to feel alive, and human without his mouth devouring your cunt? There is no sweeter sound to his ears than mewls he elicits from your pretty little lips from his sinful mouth devouring you. You almost just got bit by a clicker? Cool, drop your pants girlie, because Joel is going to make you forget all about that near death experience in no time!

He prefers to have you on all fours, ass up with your back arched at almost an uncomfortable angle. Your bare pussy, glistening and pulsing through his heated, greedy gaze. You would only briefly feel his hot breath fanning your core. Joel doesn’t like wasting any time, but he loves to hear you beg him just a little. He’s a bit of a biter, and you’d feel his teeth graze the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, causing you to lurch forward on your knees. He’d growl under his breath, wrapping his arm around your stomach and pull you right back to his face. “You stay right where you are darlin’ you hear me?” His mouth would be on you before you’d even get a chance to respond. He loved knocking the air from your lungs. It would take him no time to have you chasing your impending orgasm. His lips would be harshly wrapped around your clit, sucking intensely on your bundle of nerves. His teeth would graze you, and you’d be seeing stars.

His coarse, wiry beard would be scratching deliciously at your sensitive skin. The only time he would pause his sinful actions would be to spit on your already soaked cunt, he’d drag his tongue through his own salvia mixed with your juices before he would be lapping at you again. As soon as you would start to feel that the sensation was too much, your thighs would be quivering as you’d beg him to show you some mercy. “Joel—please I-I—it’s too much. Baby, I can’t—please..” you whined.

“Yes you can, pretty girl. I ain’t fuckin’ done with you yet.” He harshly whispered against your cunt. His beard and chin would already be coated in your arousal but this was never enough for him.

He’d flip you over onto your back, without warning, and grab your ankles in his calloused palms. He’d yank you down so you were beneath him, before he’d be devouring you once more. Your fingers would be desperately fisting his hair, riding into his face, feeling him everywhere. You’d scream his name, loud enough for the entire QZ to hear just how good this man treated you, and your pussy. Even after you would be fully spent, he’d keep his head buried between your thighs, his tongue would slowly be lapping up your release, before he’d press a chaste kiss to your clit. “Always such a good girl for me darlin’ could eat you for every fuckin’ meal.”

Frankie Fransico Morales

↳ @peterhollandkait

Frankie “pussy eating king” Morales

• Frankie starts slow, teasing you with his mouth and fingers on other parts of your body.

• Everyone thinks Frankie is an ass man, but he really truly loves your tits, never getting enough of them.

• He leaves marks and bruises all over them, sucking on your nipples with any chance he can get.

• When he finally moves down to your core, still teasing you, he breathes against your cunt, pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

• He does this until you’re begging him, whining for his touch, which is when he finally gives in.

• Frankie eats you like a man starved, lapping up your juices fervently. He has an arm holding open your thighs, the other pressing two fingers into your entrance, pumping them in and out.

• Every once in a while, he pulls away to whisper words of encouragement against your skin.

• “You like that baby?”

• “You’re doing so good for me gorgeous, taking my mouth so well”

• When his mouth is back on your folds, you’re mewling for him.

• He doesn’t give you a break between your first and second orgasm, sucking on your clit, making the most obscene noises as your pleasure wracks through you again and again.

• When you’re coming down from your second climax, he lays his head on your inner thigh, giving you a pussy drunk smile.

• He’s obsessed with you, never even thinking to touch himself at any point.

• This is all for you, no matter how hard his cock might be

• He puts his mouth back on you, fucking your third orgasm out of you with his tongue.

• He makes you see stars, your head going blank and body feeling weightless. He knows exactly how to manipulate your body to coax the most powerful orgasms from you.

• He learns your cues easily, knowing that your thighs shake before you squirt all over his face, covering him in your juices

• The way you tug on his hair tightly and arch your back before you come, screaming his name

• The echo of your voice on the walls gives him purpose, not hesitating to dive further into you to get what he wants

• Afterwards he puts every effort into making sure you’re comfortable

• He cleans you up with a warm washcloth, tucking you carefully under the covers before he joins you on the other side.

• He doesn’t care about his own pleasure, his only thoughts are to care for you.

Dieter Bravo

↳ @tightjeansjavi

Dieter Fucking Bravo eats your pussy like he’s the president of the pussy eating fan club. He is always absolutely greedy, ravenous to have his face buried against your sweet cunt. He’d have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner, appetizer, and of course dessert. On the occasions that you’d be spending the weekend with him, (literally every weekend) Dieter’s one, and simple request, is that you’d wear no panties around him. So you’d find yourself in his penthouse, wearing one of his expensive tailored shirts, and no panties. You could be doing the most mundane tasks, such as; doing your laundry. You’d be leaned over the open dryer, glistening pussy on full display for him. Next thing you know, his hands are around your hips and hoisting you up onto the dryer, spreading your legs wide open. He’d have a few greedy licks, before he would turn the dryer on, sending sweet vibrations up your core before his mouth and tongue would be fully devouring you. He’d use his pointer and middle finger to spread your slick folds open so you were on full display. He’d fuck your pussy with his tongue dragging it in and out of you before he’d focus all of his attention on your clit. The obscene slurping sounds he would make would drive you wild, and turn your brain to mush. He’d moan into you, shaking his head back and forth as he laps at you. “Mhmmm. Sweetest fucking pussy baby. All mine. Can eat you for fucking days, my sweet sweet girl. Now I’m gonna need you to cum all over my face like the dirty little girl I know you are.” Between the vibrations of the dryer, and Dieter's tongue showing you no mercy, you do just as he says. Screaming out his name while your hips buck up into his face. Even after you're spent, he continues to lap at you before he’s coaxing as many orgasms out of you as you're willing to give him.

He likes eating your pussy when it’s the most inconvenient possible time ever. Usually when you’re on your laptop, typing away. You’re on a writer's block for the next chapter of your 200k smut fic about Poe Dameron. He’s about to go down on the reader, but you’re lacking inspiration. Just as you're clicking the next key, you feel Dieter’s lips pressing to your ankle, he’s on his stomach and you peek over the top of your screen to see his smug face looking up at you. “How’s that chapter coming along baby?” He speaks against your skin, kissing his way up your calf and thigh. “I’m at writer's block. I can’t fucking find the inspiration for this scene. He’s supposed to go down on the reader and—” you give him a warning look as he inches his face closer to your pussy. He shuts the screen to your laptop and places it on the coffee table. You roll your eyes as he’s already hiking your hip up with your foot firmly planted against the side of the couch. “Mmm. This is that trigger happy X-Wing Pilot, right?” You can feel his hot breath fanning your core as he licks his lips. “Yeah, and I really don’t need you—” your mouth falls open when he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. “Mmm well I can be your inspiration baby. You just pretend I’m that Poe Dameron fellow.” He hums against you, and you can feel his stupid smirk against your pussy. His tongue is lapping you up, swirling and sucking on your clit like you’re his last meal. He switches from fast licks, to slow filthy ones that have you yanking his hair and demanding more. This smug bastard is spelling his fucking name against your soaked pussy because he is absolutely marking what is his. Dieter Bravo is a whore for eating your pussy, and he isn’t ashamed to admit it.

Jack Whiskey Daniels

↳ @loquaciousferret

Agent Whiskey doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth. He prefers something heavy, smokey, fiery. But when it comes to you… Well, that’s different see, because you are the sweet thing he needs a taste of at the end of every long, hard day.

He’ll return home from work, (having been doing god knows what all day), and he’ll find you perched somewhere in the house, sometimes the sofa, sometimes the bed, sometimes on a barstool at the kitchen island. He would seek you out like a missile locked on a target.

He would kiss you first, licking your strawberry lip balm from your lips. When he made his way down, slowly, sucking gently at your neck, he tasted coconut. When he sank to his knees before you, and nestled his head between your thighs, the taste was still sweet as could be, something indescribable and incomparable, something uniquely you. You giggled as he dived in, trying to indulge further, but the wide brim of his hat obstructed his access to you.

He smirked, quickly removing it and reaching up to place it on your head.

“You take care of that, sugar, and let me take care of you.”

He would eat your pussy until you were having to push him away, legs shaking, overstimulated from having come apart on his tongue numerous times. He would barely give you a reprieve until he wanted to start again, pleading with you softly, “Come on sweet girl, I know you got one more for me.”

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[mysticheathenn]

What Deity Is Calling You?

Hi, Hexlings!

This pick-a-card reading is about what deity/deities are calling for you as a patron. Please be respectful of other's beliefs and even if you do not believe in Greek Gods etc, remember tarot is also used for entertainment purposes. That being said do your research on these gods if you feel this resonates. These gods or goddesses are not limited to the ones in this reading. Roman gods, Egyptian gods, etc all have their versions of Greek gods. Just switch or take what resonates for you if you aren't into Greek gods.

Remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help.

Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.

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What Deity is calling you? Tarot: The Lovers, 2 of Cups, 2 of Wands, The Chariot

Deities: Athena and Aphrodite. The goddess of Love and Beauty as well as the Goddess of War and Wisdom are both calling for you pile 1. Some of you are probably trying to manifest a soulmate or want to promote more self-love and care in your daily routine. Others of you may be trying to get through school, thinking/wanting to go back to school, needing guidance, or trying to control the high emotions that are circulating you like rage, depression, manipulation, or wanting to give back karma. These things are not limited to the many different specialties that these goddesses are known for. Athena is also known for craft as well so maybe you are thinking of picking up new hobbies or being more creative. Aphrodite is also known for fertility, the fountain of youth, and pleasure (sexual love/masturbation/etc). Maybe you want to switch up your skincare routine or even begin one or some of you are probably manifesting through your sexual energy (sex magic). Either way, these two goddesses want to help you reach the goals that you have set for yourself that are within the realms of what they are known for.

Here are some links that can help with ways to worship/honor them: Aphrodite: http://tinyurl.com/mrxj58ts / http://tinyurl.com/bdhk93t5 Athena: http://tinyurl.com/3tu73wz8 / (Video) http://tinyurl.com/3fus4hbd

Why are they calling you? Athena Tarot: 3 of Pentacles, The lovers, Queen of Pentacles, and 2 of Cups. Aphrodite: 10 of Pentacles, Knight of Swords, 3 of Swords, King of Swords

Aphrodite may be calling for you pile one because of two reasons you are going through heartbreak, unrequited love, or just feeling lonely. The second reason could be as mentioned before you are manifesting a soulmate. For those who are trying to get over heartbreak, unrequited love, or feelings of loneliness Aprhtodite wants to help soothe and heal your heart through self-love. She wants you to know that the love that you need right now more than ever is from yourself. Love yourself. Treat yourself and hold yourself to a higher standard than what you have been holding yourself as of lately. Maybe you are a people pleaser in relationships, too forgiving, not holding yourselves on a pedestal and putting yourselves down. She wants to show you that you are amazing, beautiful, and worthy of all the love in the world but you need to start with yourself first. Remember if you want someone to get you flowers you need to start by giving yourself those things first. Embody what you want to receive through self-love. This also goes for those who are calling in a soul mate. She wants to help you and prepare you for this love coming in for you that you are manifesting. For some of you, she wants to help you with this manifestation through self-love, and for others, she wants to help speed up this process through other means.

Athena may be calling you to help you stand further into your power. Some of you probably have been wronged by a romantic lover or even by friends recently or within the past two years. Either way, some sort of emotion that you are harboring she wants to help you release some of the feelings that you have been holding onto. Whether it's rage or other powerful emotions that are causing you anxiety and feelings of not being worthy of anything. Similar to Aphrodite she wants to help you release these emotions and baggage. How..I'm not sure as everyone who resonates with this pile is going through different things and not everyone will be given the same help. You will need to seek Athena for this information. Again you may also be dabbling or deciding about school, but for reading the tarot and only seeing what is being shown, I'm not picking up on anything school-related but that doesn't mean she doesn't want to guide you in that direction. I am just picking up on a collective energy and not individually.

What blessings will happen when working/honoring them?

Aphrodite: Woman Holding A Heart: Self Love / Broken Heart: Healing and Self-love Financial Constraints: Bringing in Abundance / Cornucopia: Bringing in Abundance of Everything You Need. Think about Catching Fire Cornucopia where the tribute received everything they needed to survive and thrive. / Fertility: Creativity, Furbabies, or Actual Kids / Good Luck, Blessings, Freedom, Lightening your Load Athena: Family, Dreams, Wellbeing, Compassion, Animals Goddess of the Moon, Envy, Blossoming Abundance, Community (Bringing in a better support system)

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What Deity is calling you? Tarot: The Page of Pentacles, 5 of Swords (reversed), 10 of Swords, 6 of Swords, The Tower

Deity: Ares (Any other gods similar to Ares). Ares is all about justice, courage, bloodshed, comfort, and strength. This pile is broken up into two different situations of what you could be going through just know this is not limited as again I am picking up on a collective energy and not individual. You could be losing faith in whatever it is that you are manifesting, a project you are working on, or whatever the case is you are working on something and you are ready to give up. For others, you need courage or strength to fight a situation in which you have been too scared, timid, or wanting to keep the peace. Ares (or any similar deity) could help you harness the courage, strength, and comfort you need in knowing that it is okay to stand up for yourself no matter the situation (a boss, a friend, a family member). It's okay to go after the things you want as well as don't give up on what you want in your life. Things are happening behind the scenes that you are unaware of.

Why are they calling you? Tarot: 9 of Cups, The World, Knight of Cups, 2 of Cups, Justice, The hierophant (upright)

You may have been feeling unfulfilled with what you are doing in your life right now. Some of you are probably in school going after a major you don't want anymore, in a career field with promising rewards but you feel dead inside, or even in a relationship you feel the need to cut off. Some of you may also wonder if this is all that life is cracked up to be? Going home, work, school, sleep, eat, and repeat. Others of you may just need comfort and a push to see that the world is your oyster. Whichever is your circumstance Ares would like to help you bring the tower into your life and shake things up. He wants to help guide you to feeling more fulfilled in your life and not feeling this sense of duty because of family, societal pressures, or because you are looking for something that seems "promising." He wants to show you that there is more to life than duty and you can have it all whatever it is that you want, but you need to be sure this is the shake-up that you want. You can't ask for a change and get mad when you get fired, or your relationship breaks, etc etc.. you need to be willing to go through the fire pile ll....are you ready for that?

What blessings will happen when working/honoring them?

Good Luck, Willpower, and Spirit Guide, Peace, Reconciliation Clear Your Mind, Reflect on your priorities, and Go Wild.

Links of worship/honoring with Ares: http://tinyurl.com/knuvhhww http://tinyurl.com/3u3xdudr

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What Deity is calling you? & Why are they calling you? Tarot: The Hanged Man, Strength, Justice (All Reversed), 4 of Pentacles, 2 of Swords (Upright)

Deities: Zeus & Demeter. Even though Demeter is also here alongside Zeus. Zeus is the one mostly speaking for the majority of this reading but I will include a little something about Demeter here. Zeus is all about law & order, fate, destiny, and the weather. These are just a few things about Zeus. Demeter is all about agriculture, food, fertility, and harvest. She is also thought to be about family relations specifically mother and daughter relationships as Demeter and Persephone have a particular not-so-great relationship depending on which stories you decide to believe. For whatever reason I am not getting much as to why they want to work with you. It's as if there is a block as to find out more information. Because this is a collective reading these two gods are more of a personal individual view than reading for the collective. What do I mean, I mean I'd hate to say Demeter is calling you because your relationship with family or your mother specifically is horrible when in reality it may just be you being a generational "curse" breaker but I wouldn't know because this is a general reading not private. This goes for Zeus as well I am getting this may deal with those in academics or career driven but again I am not getting much because the collective energy is everywhere. I can't seem to hone in on even one thing because there are many reasons as to why they decided to come through or call you.

What blessings will happen when working/honoring them?

Friendship, Confidence, Peace, Life Purpose, Beauty, & transformation

Links to worship/honoring these gods: Zeus: http://tinyurl.com/bdfekxva / http://tinyurl.com/4f2sfef7 http://tinyurl.com/3vekc875 / http://tinyurl.com/45fc8b99

Demeter: http://tinyurl.com/2j2u55n6 / http://tinyurl.com/2k8p2jb7 http://tinyurl.com/2mhc2af7

Remember these gods or goddesses are not limited to the ones in this reading. Roman gods, Egyptian gods, etc all have their versions of Greek gods. Just switch or take what resonates for you if you aren't into Greek gods.

I hope you enjoyed this reading. Thanks to everyone who likes, reblogs my posts, and joins my Patreon. I always appreciate you <3.

Until Next time stay blessed and be safe.

Cosmic Stargazers PAC should be up either later today or sometime tomorrow as it's a big one haha.

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[yanderemommabean]

Am I the only one who needs to be strapped down by the wrists and ate out against my will by alpha elias while I struggle to not show how good everything feels and beg for him to stop despite my arching body telling him the opposite?

Bonus if he flips darling over, jerks their hips upwards and sets a teasing pace with one hand pushing their upper body down so they can’t do anything but arch backwards into him and grip the sheets for dear life. All the while licking a stripe up their neck before burying his teeth into their nape to mark them, growling possessively when they refuse to moan for him, digging deeper and thrusting into them harder until they whimper in submission.

Bonus Bonus if it’s Doc Lee’s butterfly and he’s made to watch, threatening to cum inside them if he looks away.

((Female reader! Hope you beans can enjoy!))

“You’re so cute when you try to fight this” The deranged man murmurs against your skin, ice once again filling your veins as his fingers come to clutch at your thighs to spread them apart, massaging the meat and fat of them as he soaks in the sight of you, bare and open, ready for him to gorge himself on.

“The fact no one has kissed every scar and told you they were beautiful paint strokes on your canvas, shows me there’s truly less hope for humanity than I thought” Elias praises as his fingers begin to trace up and down your hips and the apex of your thighs. “Every pretty vein, every mark and mole, every scar from small to large deserves to be savored and kissed. You’re a beautiful soul who does nothing but give and give and give” he murmurs, placing a soft kiss to the top of your mound. “Such battle scars. Gorgeous even if they came from a time of hideous treatment to you”.

You feel his warm breath against you while your bindings only tighten, holding you still as the maniac worships you, praises you like you’re truly a relic or a god, as if He truly believed you gave him a purpose. You were ashamed of how your breath was stolen from you, his nimble fingers hardly touching you yet bringing out such pleasure, even when in such a state of panic.

“I know you say you don’t want this, that you only have feelings for that rat of a doctor…But I know he’s just simply brainwashed you. He doesn’t know how to treat you, hoards you like an object rather than spoil you like a lover”.

You spit something out to him, but the gag in your mouth doesn’t allow it to truly be heard. It's just more amusement for the psycho as you tremble and hiss like a terrified cat. How absolutely precious. Elias just grins, wicked and wild as he helps turn your head to face the right of you, where in the corner of the room, Lee had been bound and gagged as well, anger clear in his eyes and features as he venomously spews words that are muffled and garbled.

Elias just kisses down your bare body once again, amused and gleeful as the doctor struggles. “Oh don't tell me you thought this was a private show? Tsk tsk tsk then how would that doctor learn his lesson? No no my dear, he’s going to watch, and you are going to be good and put on a good show. I’d hate to have to take his fingers or pull his teeth, but if you insist on misbehaving…I can give it a shot”.

Oh god he was serious. Lee wouldn’t ever be caught, not by someone so easily. But again, Elias isn’t just anyone. He’s at this facility for a reason. His hand comes to cup your warmth, slowly letting his fingers spread your lips so he could feel the dewy skin, shuddering as he breathes in your scent. “Don't be too in your own head, lovely. Just relax, let me take care of everything else. Lee will be fine, if he can behave. Don't worry your cute little head about it”.

You whimper at that, his fingers sliding up your folds to toy with your clit, his eyes molten and hot as they watched you writhe and gasp from just a few quick circles being rubbed. Cute. You must really be pent up if that's all that gets you going. Not that he minds, mind you. Sensitivity just means more fun for him.

“Good. So good for me. Look at you, arching into my touch already. I haven’t even done anything” he muses, sliding his body back down until your legs were once again around his head, not that they had much of a choice. He hears Lees grunts and muffled vulgarity, but pays it no mind as he drags his tongue up from your fluttering hole to your twitching clit, greedily sucking the bud while his shoulders relax.

Yes. This is exactly where he needs to be. Between your thighs while you use his face, make him your little toy to use and throw away when you’re done. But of course, Lee had to try and take that luxury away from him too. If he had it his way, well, you’d be doing a lot more room visits for him that’s for sure. He doesn't mind following the majority of rules in this place, but he draws the fucking line at Lee trying to take you away from him.

Listening to your moans and whimpers as his tongue happily laps away, it almost makes him forget that the doctor is in here, watching as he drinks your ambrosia. He almost hates that he’s here, listening to you, but having him just an arms reach away and unable to take you, it gave him a wicked feeling of amusement.

His soft petal lips suck on your folds, moving to suck on your little bud aggressively as you gasp and try to kick, the pleasure shooting up your spine being too much and making you go taut, before once again relaxing as he holds your legs still and drags his tongue through your wetness again and again like a thirsty animal, drool covering his chin as he loses himself and tries to show your body just how much he loves you, loves your smell, your warmth, your taste- everything about you was mouth watering.

You have fresh tears dripping down your beautiful face when his viper like eyes stare back up at you, and his cock only throbs harder. He loves sending you to such planes of bliss that it’s too much to handle. So much love that you can’t fathom, so you cry. Every time you climax, it’s a sign of how much you love each other, right? That has to be why your pretty eyes are so wet and weary. You just feel so much love, you don't know what to do.

Don’t worry. He knows exactly what you need.

His hands grip your legs more firmly, lifting them up so they rested on his shoulders as he completely loses himself in you, giving you no reprieve or break as his mouth gets to work, slurping, sucking, licking and swirling right where you need it to, bringing you to the edge and not just tipping you over- with how strong it felt you might as well have been launched off, your body arching and shaking as Elias still, rather obscenely, eats you out, helping you ride through the orgasm as he continues drinking you down and savoring you on his tongue.

It’s wet, his face is covered, sweat drool and your essence is dripping down his face as he pulls away to lick his lips, chuckling darkly as he rubs up and down your legs that were still shaking on his shoulders. “Did that feel good? You came so hard baby, looked so beautiful, so sexy. Just a few more and I think it’ll shake that stage fright, don't you? Then we can really show that doctor over there how your body should be worshiped”.

(Hey! engage in some way if you enjoyed! Tell me what you thought! Comments show I'm doing good, or what I can improve on :3 Thanks for reading! -Mommabean )

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[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Hello! I really love your works sm, can i request a sfw or nsfw head cannons of the angels from WHB? Thank you!!

I’m so glad you liked them!! So I’m tryna write the angels as best I can Gabriel is the only one I’ve met outside of a event, I’ve seen the other two in the Halloween event! I like em but ngl they have…unique kinks I needed to google hifth

I hope you enjoy!!

Over all cw: blaspheme (I think?? ((Angels worshiping you)), death (not main characters), abuse of power

Sfw/nsft hcs on Angels!

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Gabriel

Cw: inappropriate boners,

He basically a guard dog standing over your shoulder 24/7 to keep you safe, he calls you his ‘Lord/Lady/Highness’ and has an army of angels who think the same of you

He’s not very affectionate but if you just say ‘hold me/my hand’ or ‘kiss me’ he’d do it in a heart beat. As his God he only wants you pleased

He’s a terrible cook and somehow steals food and is terrifying good at getting away with it (it must be an angel thing??) he dosent even lie saying he made it, he’s just vague where it came from (only once have you caught him in the act and you made him apologize, but the person gave him the food regardless)

He dust a lot in your home and you cant help but notice the ‘home made’ duster he ‘found’ has feathers matching his wings…

Nsft

Canon Kink: Hierophilia; deriving sexual pleasure from religion, religious places and objects as well as find the act itself religious

He enjoys watching you participate in religious activities…maybe too much. He also finds pleasure in treating you as his god.

You jokingly thought of making him go to church, only for him to jump at the chance. He lowkey regretted it when you didn’t touch him, and made him stay squirming in his seat instead of helping him get off. He for whatever reason thought you’d let him jerk off or would touch him yourself as you were holy, nothing you did was wrong but…touching himself in this place is

You’ve actually caught him touching himself to you praying before, he got bashful upon getting caught but you swear you’ve heard him doing it after that, you just don’t catch him in the act (though you’ve caught him awkwardly standing by and adjusting himself)

He’s got a adorablely small and sensitive cock and he genuinely doesn’t need it touched to cum, roll it between your fingers for a few minutes and he’s trembling as he spills out all his cum

Michael

Cw: murder, inappropriate boners

He’s strict with everyone around you, but not you, in his eyes you are the law since he serves only you, you cant do wrong

He’s terrible if you have guest, he demands they now to you and though he’ll settle if you tell him to, he watches them like a hawk and makes sure nothing gets out of hand

You see that leash? If you get mad and pull on it, he will calm down and you have his full attention, give it another tug downwards, and he’ll drop to his knees in front of you, and anyone else in the room

He likes brushing and styling your hair, he’ll try to help you bathe, insisting you don’t need to lift a finger, he will take care of everything, just relax

Nsft

Canon Kink: Erotophonophilia; ‘Muder kink’, deriving sexual gratification from killing or watching someone get killed (BOY IS THIS A HARD KINK TO CASUALLY WORK WOTH)

If push comes to shove he has a habit of killing people who harass you too much/threaten you, but he gets…really excited afterwards and is pressing his thighs together to hide his erection, especially if you’re clearly not in the mood

You’ve seen him get in fights while still aroused from the last kill an honestly, when in public you sometimes just force a chastity cage on him to discourage him acting out

Though he believes self pleasure, or just the act in general is…sinful, he will do anything for you with no qualms, he only feels good when you touch him anyway

He suffered from wet dreams whenever you’re around him or he has objects with your scent

When he want to fool around desperately he will walk right up to you, kneel and beg you to touch his neither regions, stroking, slapping, pinching, doesn’t matter as long as you touch him

Raphael

Cw: messy kitchens, messy person, furniture abuse,

He’s messy and kinda gets annoying at times since he discovered how much fun it is to smash condiment packages

He’s good about cleaning, and he even cooks to make up for the mess…but he’s a sloppy cook too but at least it’s not intentional this time

He doesn’t understand that the furniture isn’t trying to hurt you and doesn’t need to be punished. He’s broken threee tables, one bed post and five chairs since he’s moved to being your ‘Guardian Angel’, all for tripping you or you stubbed your toe on them

He’s not affectionate but he’s not distant, he just follows your lead, he stands close by and if you ask him to come over he flops in your lap and looks up at you like a puppy. He likes when you watch tv and let him lay across your lap, he falls asleep easily that way

Nsft

Canon Kink: Automysophilia; getting sexual gratification from defiling oneself, being dirty or defiled

He enjoys getting messy with cum, blood, dirt, just about anything. He will be blissed if you strip him and cover him in…well it’s up to you ;)

He has no qualms with jerking off in front of you if you don’t want to touch him while he’s too messy, but he wants you to be fully clothed while he’s sprawled out naked in front of you

He’s fucked slime before since it feels…weirdly good around his shaft, to the point he gets excited when he sees it around the house. You had to punish him for thinking he could ‘fool around’ with it then hide it away again

He’s got a very sensitive halo, while other angels get off to them being touched like a devils horns, he avoids it since it brings him to his knees in seconds

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[jarofstyles]

“Like being used, don’t you? Tell me you like it. Say, ‘daddy, I’m just a hole for you to use.’” BLURB WITH THIS.

PLEWSE THIS IS SO… filthy idk what I just wrote 😇 also not safe for Ramadan in the slightest!

Sorry this was sitting in drafts for a bit here we go 😁

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Her eyes burned with tears that fell down her face. It wasn’t from anger or sadness, no- it was from pleasure. Feeling herself get filled to the brim and fucked the way she needed to with the man’s grip tight in her hair, keeping her face up as her body jolted underneath him.

“Like being used, don’t you?” Harry’s dark voice made her shiver. Mostly because it was true. Y/N knew some people would rather drop dead than let someone use them, but with Harry? It felt too fucking good. She wouldn’t stop it. She wouldn’t dare. His filthy mouth paired with the best dick she had ever had filling her up? It was a perfect thing.

“I do.” She grinned despite the tears falling from her eyes. Her body was shaking, another orgasm threatening to take over. Her whole body was wrecked, 2 orgasms in and she was over sensitive and over stimulated but she couldn’t help but want more. As long as Harry was willing to give it, she wanted to take every inch of it. The pain and pleasure mixed with each movement had her toes curling.

“Tell me then. That mouth is good for more than sucking me off, isn’t it?” If you heard him like this, you’d never believe the way he was so gentle and tender with her, worshipping the ground she walks on. But it was true. This deprived man was obsessed with her, gave her whatever she want. In the bedroom, though? She was his whore. “Tell Daddy you’re just a hole for him to use.”

Y/N swallowed, feeling him release her hair so she could fall back into her pillows. The thrusts were deep and hard and god, she loved every fucking second. “I love your cock, Daddy. Jus’ a hole for you to use n’fuck and leave your cum. Promise. M’your hole, I’ll do anything- just don’t stop.” The close proximity to her orgasm fueled the degrading words, his hand swatting her ass and making her shudder underneath him as he quickened his hips.

“That’s it. Know your place, my sweet girl. Just lay there like the pretty toy you are and let Daddy make you cum.”

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[wrtingsoftheunknown]

Vincent Sinclair HC

Vincent Sinclair hc SFW and NSFW

I’ve haven’t  been seeing my boy get repped recently so I have to do it myself. My first time writing something on here or towards this character ,I promise I will get better y'al,l I made this super quickly not proofread oops.

SFW

-While he can be insecure about his face he definitely has an ego from being the favorite child and having perfected his craft.

Lester drags him out to go for a ride around town or force him to come to his place for some quality brother time (Bo joins every now and then but wants peace and quiet dammit )

‘I know a lot of people have him learn sign language but I think he either writes what he wants to say, speaks as best as he can, or gestures, ( he was born in the south to parents that I don't think cared about communicating with him too much but he could have picked it up later in life maybe in his teen years or middle school era)

More sadistic than Bo when it comes to killing, he doesn't care if they are dead or alive when working on them and takes satisfaction in the result of his work

He prefers to work in silence but you can catch him humming now and then some country song or a guilty pleasure pop song from the 80’s( I see you Vince)

I think he partakes in multiple forms of art besides wax work.We see he’s able to paint, draw, but he also  takes pictures, , sews, writes, makes videos, anything artistic he’s learning and keeping up with new techniques.

Since he takes video of the killings at times I think they sell them as snuff films to make extra cash on top of stealing and selling victims stuff. (At least that’s what I thought when I first watched the film anyone else or just me)

Rarely happens but will keep victims that interest him like Bo ,but dispose of them when they get boring  or no longer match up the ideal version of them in his head.

-Does want a lifelong partner, the white wedding and picket fence, kids,  but knows it might be difficult with the line of work he does.

- He can talk but only does when it’s important or to emphasize something. He does have a southern draw like Bo and I imagine his voice to sound similar but raspier, maybe deeper/ quieter from not using it as much.

-like I said earlier you have to really catch his attention and be able to hold it for more than a week, if that happens then he’s obsessed and protective maybe a little too over protective.

Does indeed have a hair care routine I believe this full throttle and no one can can tell me otherwise I'm not listening.

NSFW

I don't know if he’s a virgin, I don't think he is something is telling me he isn't, but i’m not sure

He has no problem with nudity, bodies are seen as art, there's not as much of a sexual connotation with them as with Bo and Lester .

He wants to be in love with the person he is intimate with, he wants to be worship and worship his muse.

Drawings  of his partner naked as well as in the midst of a passionate night, he might tease them all night to make sure the sketch is as life like and accurate as possible

Good size and thick that's all I gotta say

Praise kink hard core, hearing his partner call him a good boy or how he makes them feel so good he will crumble

He starts slow and sensual, enjoys the control he has and having someone at his power.

I think he will edge you and leave you high and dry when you act out but he always caves by the end of the day and gives you what you need.

Can last a long time surprisingly

Mainly a giver but someone please for the love of god give this man the nastiest had he’s ever received will make the prettiest noises 

Is down to try anything new and more open about sex than you would think.

When he’s horny he comes up behind his partner and starts caressing every inch he can reach, while resting his chin on their shoulder acting as innocent as he can.

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[daydream-cement]

Watching (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

Larissa pleasures herself while you silently watch.

Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes! I love you all so dearly. This community means so much to me. A little smut for you all. Muah Muah.

The sounds of small huffs and moans emanated from Larissa’s office. You weren’t familiar with the sweet sounds, but you were sure they sounded as if someone were pleasuring themself. 

“Shit- Ah-ah… Fuck… Ugh- Sh- I- Ahhh…” 

The moans from the office sounded so pathetic. They were the cries of a woman so close to orgasm, but the final tipping point alluded her. If you weren’t mistaken, it sounded almost as if an animal in heat was caged inside the office from the nature of the grunts and growls. 

Grasping the doorknob, you slowly turned the handle and pushed against the wood ever-so-gently, not wanting to disturb the scene unraveling within. It felt so wrong, but your deepest urges compelled you to peek inside. Your breath caught when opening the door revealed Larissa with her back facing you, clad in only a bra and desperately rutting against a pillow in front of the fireplace. She sat up straight with her face tilted towards the ceiling, her back arching when she guided her hips to hit just the right spot.

Your name tumbled from her lips, broken and strangled by her pathetic moans. Her hands clutched the pillow; you could see her knuckles turning white from the unrelenting grip. The pacing of her beautiful hips rocking against the pillow demonstrated just how badly she needed this orgasm, just how badly she needed you.

While you felt compelled to intervene to help her finish herself, it was far too delicious of a sight to watch her rut like a wild animal to interrupt. 

“Sh- I- I- Ohmygod… Fuck! Ughh.. Uh… Ah- Ah- AH!” Her body doubled over when she started hitting just the right spot, her torso revealing the soft folds of her stomach and her thighs offering a slight jiggle that was so pleasing to the eye. Her hands flew to brace herself against the plush carpeting, fingers clawing into the rug as she tried to ground herself.

It made you hunger for a taste. How you wished to leave love bites across her body. How you wished to take the pillow’s place and have her rut against your tongue. 

Your mouth went dry when her desperation led her to collapse face forward onto the bed and shove her hands between her legs. Much to your dismay, the rug muffled much of her cries, but you were soon rewarded with the sight of her long fingers dancing around her clit. 

The fireplace illuminated her body in the most incredible way, the firelight licking across her body in such a way to make you jealous. Only if it was your tongue dancing its way over her skin like that. Your eyes flickered about Larissa’s ass. It should be covered in all shades of love bites. Someone should be worshiping her body like the divine altar it was. 

Next your eyes fell to her dripping sex. The sheen of her juices coated her fingers and her pussy lips were spread revealing the most beautiful cunt you had ever laid eyes on. The bit of thigh nearest to her pussy was also glistening with her desire, evidence that she had been working hard for this orgasm. 

You could see the soaked spot on the pillow. God, you wanted a taste. What you would give to bury your face in that pillow and touch yourself until your own climax. With a firm grip on the doorknob to support yourself, you pushed a hand beneath the waistband of your pants and underwear to relieve yourself of the throbbing between your legs. You imagined taking the place of her fingers, pushing your tongue through the folds of her cunt and gathering her tangy cum on your tongue. 

Her fingers rubbed wildly against her clit, creating a slick sound when her fingers ran across the juices flowing from her hole. She turned her head, pressing her cheek deep into the rug and revealing her moans to the office once more. Your name fell off her tongue once more, only now her voice was a higher pitch. Never had you heard your name sound so wonderful.

With a forceful and swift movement, Larissa plunged two fingers into her cunt, fucking herself relentlessly. Her voice became aggressive and gravely. “Fuck me. Oh, fuck me… Fuck me, Y/n! Fuck me!”  

Her pussy ran like a waterfall, her juices coating her fingers to the knuckle and dripped onto her palm. Larissa was desperate for you, picturing your face and fingers ravishing her cunt with a ferocity that made her dizzy. The wet noise of her sweet cunt made you even more desperate (if that were even possible) for a taste. Why couldn’t you be the one pleasuring her?

Larissa continued pounding herself, the force and pace increasing to the point in which you could hear the slap of her hand against her pussy and the squelch of cum lubing the way for her fingers. This was perverse. You shouldn’t be watching any of this, but the mesmerizing sight and sound of your name on her tongue kept your feet in place and your hand working feverishly against your clit.

She sounded close as her voice increased in pitch. You weren’t privy to the feeling of her cunt clenching around her fingers or the way cum gushed onto her palm, but dear god you wished you were. 

When Larissa came, she turned her face into the carpeting and let out a long strangled groan. Her body remained still for a few moments, fire still illuminating her skin that now glistened with sweat. Larissa’s shoulders relaxed into the rug, driving her hips higher into the air. Her thighs trembled and she released a breathy whimper as she pulled her fingers from her cunt. 

The shapeshifter’s entire hand seemed to be glistening and the pads of her fingers were pruney from being in her drippy cunt for so long. Your mouth gaped when she pulled her soaked fingers to her mouth, her tongue darting from her ruby lips to lick herself clean. 

From her filthy way of cleaning herself up to the position she remained in with her ass held high and pretty cunt on display, you quickly pushed yourself over the edge. You swallowed your moan by holding your breath as your thighs clenched around your hand. 

With your mind cleared after your orgasm, you quickly realized you would soon be caught if you didn’t leave the doorway of her office immediately. You pulled the door shut and closed it gingerly, holding down on the handle so Larissa wouldn’t be able to hear the click of the door. From there you quickly dashed away from her office, knowing you would return to your rooms to relieve yourself once more, only this time in bed, fully undressed with a vibrator pushed against your clit. 

Eventually Larissa pushed herself up off the floor, and cleaned herself up. She redressed and fixed her makeup in the little bathroom attached to her office. It wasn’t until after she tidied her office and collected her belongings that she noticed her office door had been unlocked the entire time. 

Good thing no one walked in on me, Larissa thought to herself as she walked from her office, locking the door behind herself. 

On her way to her private quarters, the shapeshifter heard the familiar ping of her phone, absentmindedly smiling to herself when she saw it was a text message from you:

Dinner tomorrow night? My place?

Link to Part 2

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[arachnixe]

Small Minded

They say there are powers—unfathomable and unnamed—buried deep within the earth. Boons and banes and spirits and seductions call to the ambitious, but I've never known of someone actually finding one until now.

What does one say to a dark sorceress on the cusp of her victory?

My knight, so loyal and brave, wheezes and gasps for breath within his broken armor. Our roguish friend, normally so quick witted and talkative, lies silent and unmoving in a pool of blood. I don't have the strength left to heal either of them.

"Let it sink in, Princess. I've won."

She has. I bow my head in defeat.

"The Godsblood is mine."

It hovers within her reach, an unshaped carmine gem formed of the crystallized blood of whatever forgotten god was buried here. The sickly sweet scent of its power, like rotting fruit, fills the air.

"With it, I shall wield ultimate power."

Yes, the power to remake the world according to her whim, to raise mountains from the sea or to sink cities into the abyss at her pleasure, perhaps even to rewrite the laws of space and time if she desires.

"At last, I will depose your father and rule all of Rutennia in his place!"

I jerk my head upright and stare at her in disbelief. "What?"

The sorceress Velle grins like an idiot. "You heard me, Princess. Your whole kingdom will be mine."

My face must betray my feelings, judging by the way her confidence falters at my reaction. "You've claimed a power like this, and all you can think to do with it is take over this kingdom?"

"Your father—"

"Yes. I know." I wave off her explanation, disinterested. "He didn't see your worth, you wanted to show us all, I get it, but if all you wanted to do was rule Rutennia, you could have just courted me and then poisoned my father!" I scrub at my face in frustration and suppress a scream. "What small-minded ambitions!"

That throws her off balance. "Small minded? I won! I'm getting everything I want!"

"And what you want," I retort, "is a single grain of sand on a beach." I ball my hands into fists and stalk toward her, outraged that my friends died for so little. "You are a cat who stole a siege engine to catch the mouse that once eluded you. You wouldn't even know what to do with the kingdom once you had it."

Velle barks an indignant laugh. "As if the king does!" She casts a hand toward me, magically halting my approach. "No, he has others handle all the administrative duties so he can simply bask in the worship of his subjects!"

"And when the people don't worship you?" I ask through gritted teeth, "because trade with Melland and Istow has completely halted without their kings' cousin sitting our throne?"

"I'LL MAKE THEM!" She makes a tugging motion in the air, yanking me forward to shout the words in my face. "With the Godsblood I can make my subjects dance like puppets at my command! They will all kneel before my throne."

This close to the gem, the scent fills my senses. It leaves me feeling lightheaded, giddy, almost delirious, even. It draws an inappropriate giggle out of me before I can retort. "Build a doll out of cloth and sticks. Make it kneel. Put worshipful words in its mouth. It will mean just as much. Personally, I got tired of playing with dolls at age eight."

Her face reddens. "You think you can trick me into giving up my goals? You think you can convince me this power is worthless?"

"Worthless?" I cackle. "The power of a dead god, worthless? No, only the things you imagine doing with it are worthless. You want to know what you should do with all that power? I'll tell you."

She leans forward, obviously curious.

"Istow's ports give it mastery of the sea and trade we need," I explain, as if to a child, "but we don't need them if we bring the sea to us. Flood their plains, drown their whole nation if you'd like, but take that bargaining chip away."

Some dim, distant part of me says I shouldn't give her ideas, but every inhale of the intoxicating aroma of Godsblood fills my mind with visions of what that power can do. Why can't she see it as clearly as I do?

"Melland," I continue, "is weak but well defended by the terrain. Pull the mountains down onto their capital, swallow their impregnable fortress in a new chasm, and their resources become ours."

Velle's eyes light up with understanding. "Yes, yes, you're right!"

No, no, no, even I'm still thinking too small. Like a petty warlord with a mere weapon. But this is no weapon, it's the power of a god. I take a deep breath and focus. I need to be thinking like a god.

"No, why set our sights on conquering our neighbors," I muse aloud, "when there's a whole world out there to reshape? We don't need what they have. It's not a zero sum game anymore."

Judging by her face, I've lost Velle again, but I don't care. My thoughts race. With every breath I take, my vision crystallizes.

She doesn't need to understand. I don't speak for her to hear; I speak because I must. "A perfect world, answering only to me. Every river, every pebble, the mountains and the seas, the very stars in the sky, all mine…"

"No." The sorceress shakes her head and tightens her grip on the magical restraints holding me in place. "The Godsblood is mine. I found it. I got here first. You lost."

She sounds so petulant, so small. Velle doesn't understand power, not really. She's merely a spurned court magician who deluded herself into thinking she was more, not someone with the will to rule.

And this is no inert stone. The heart's blood of a god demands to be wielded. It demands the will to wield it.

It was mine the moment I decided it was mine.

Without transition, the stone is already in my hand. A twitch of a thought tears Velle's restraints to pieces, no more than a cobweb caught on a boot.

She's screaming, shouting something, flinging spells my way, but my attention falls instead upon the crumpled figures of my dear companions.

With a thought, I am no longer next to her. I stand beside my knight, seeing him inside and out. His body is a trifle to mend, and like wiping dust from a windowsill, I smooth away the injuries. With little effort, I scan the thoughts within his mind, and… oh, what useful secrets lurking within! Many ways to control this one if he chooses to resist me.

My thief is dead. I refuse to abide that for the only one I recall who could consistently make me laugh, and a god deserves a jester even more than a king, right? All it takes is a touch to reignite the spark of life and bid the soul return to its body; funny, I always imagined resurrection to be a more difficult process.

Last of all, my sorceress. I don't need to read her thoughts to recognize her profound denial of the reality of this situation. She flings chaotic bolts of fire and lightning and ice at me, howling threats and curses that mean very little.

If I want her as my high priestess, I should impress her more.

We stand in the middle of a great empty ribcage, and yes, I think a god-bone crown would suit me. Brittle ribs bend like supple grasses, shrink and weave themselves into an ornate crown to rest on my head. I crush the Godsblood gem in my fist and direct the shards to implant themselves in pleasing patterns within the bone.

Velle ceases her assault. I watch her delusions melt away upon witnessing me destroy the gem. The light of understanding dawns within her mind that my power is entirely mine, never to be stolen. A god-bone collar snakes around her neck as gently as a princess's gloved hand, and I can taste her complete surrender.

The whole world also aches for my touch, but it will have to wait just a little longer for my design to perfect it. There are many more boons and banes buried within this graveyard world, and I'll need every last one if I wish to extend my reach beyond even the stars.

And my first three worshippers still need training.

#empty spaces #my writing #corruption #princesses #gods

[ncityprincess]

How Doyoung would be in bed

I’m so in love I’m with this man it’s ridiculous 🥲

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

-im sorry but he gives me undercover sex god vibes 😭

-like yes he looks so sweet and soft on the outside

-and yes he does enjoy soft and sweet lovemaking

-but that gummy smile and angelic singing voice can’t fool me

-if you look underneath there’s a freak waiting to be unleashed

-he puts his career above anything, so he’s not just gonna have random rendezvous and hook ups

-he’s not going to waste his time on meaningless flings that could tarnish his reputation

-he’s gonna hold out for someone special that he truly cares about

-so when he finally finds The One, it’s game over

-he lets his wild side come out, and he can’t wait to indulge in all of his fun fantasies (with prior consent of course)

-he reads as a pleasure dom to me

-your pleasure comes first, and he doesn’t care if it takes you 30 minutes to cum

-he’s gonna lay there and eat you out or fuck you until you’re a moaning mess underneath him

-like Johnny, he gets a warm feeling in his chest when his beautiful girl is all fucked out and glossy eyed underneath him

-it makes him feel like he’s worked hard to get you to this point, and to see you respond like this makes him feel untouchable

-likes it when you get super messy, especially when you’re slobbering on his fingers

-curses when he can see drool dripping from your lips down to your tits

-calls you his pretty, messy girl

-and i believe in my heart of hearts that this man is packing

-like he has such a beautiful, long dick that hits all the right places

-he loves to fuck your pretty mouth

-like a good ole classic mouth fucking with you on your knees on the floor and him standing over you

-sometimes a he’s a little too rough, but he always assures you that he will stop if it gets to be too much

-in fact, he can be overly cautious with you in bed

-because he likes to dabble in the kinkier side of things sometimes, it’s crucial that he gets your enthusiastic consent

-he never wants to make you feel unsafe and cross any boundaries

-so he’s gonna ask you a million and one times if this is okay with you

-you are his precious little baby after all <3

-I think he also makes the prettiest sounds in bed 😮‍💨

-like you know at the end of love on the floor when he hits that falsetto note?

-just like that

-but he also makes gritty, guttural sounds through clenched teeth

-especially while he’s praising you

-“fuck, you’re taking that dick so well baby” he says as he pounds into you from behind, pushing your face deeper into the mattress

-oh yeah, he’s also kinda rough when he handles you

-shoving you into different positions

-gripping your jaw particularly tight

-slapping your pussy just to make sure you’re paying attention to him

-but he’s like lovingly rough if that makes sense

-like pulling your hair back, but also caressing your face and telling you how pretty you look like this

-I think he would be open to using toys or props too like a vibrator or some silk ties

-would loveee it when you wear black lingerie with stockings or garter belts

-and stilettos too

-he’s a walking enigma

-but if he’s feeling particularly calm and relaxed, he doesn’t mind rocking into you gently

-he’ll put on a cute drama on a snowy Saturday night and hoist your leg up as he spoons you from behind

-lazy, slow sex makes him feel even more connected to you

-when he’s in his softer mood, he will worship every inch of your body

-kisses you from head to toe

-treats you like a goddess

-when you guys finish, he goes back to asking if you’re okay and if you need anything

-and after you reassure him that you’re fine, he kisses all over your face and holds you all night

<3

#nct 127 hard hours #doyoung hard hours #nct 127 hard thoughts #nct 127 smut #kim doyoung smut #kim doyoung fic #doyoung headcanons #doyoung smut #doyoung x reader #nct doyoung #kim doyoung #doyoung nct #nct scenarios #nct 127 headcanons #dojaejung smut #nct dojaejung

[cheersyouslxg]

here me out, soap fucking both you and him so damn good and hard it sends you both into a frenzy of overstimulation 😵‍💫😵‍💫 just two very fucked out idiots in love <3

╰┈➤ 🧼 Soap 🧼 »»———- When in Love ———-««

┆ ┆ MDNI - 18+┆ ┆ Triggers: Smut, swearing I think, overstim, hard dom reference

I HEAR YOU I HEAR YOU I see soap as SUCH a hard dom. Thorough, takes his time, knows what makes you tick and will go to the extremes until you’re shaking underneath him and can’t even beg anymore for him to stop. THAT’S when he knows he’s done his job. Not a moment before. 

And the aftercare? It’s mandatory, of course, and he does his job well to assure you how well you’ve done taking it like a good whore for HIM and only him. 

But what about when he’s lovingly rough? That’s a whole new side to him. 

(Also, i have such a weird time writing ‘you’ and im so so sorry… so i just do ‘she’ butttt lmk if you prefer they/them or would like a gender neutral- could be male or female- or he/him specified!) For this ask I’m assuming afab, she/her pronouns! xx

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The mission had been a huge success, but that wasn’t the only cause for celebration. One year with the most perfect woman in the world… Three hundred and sixty-five days of pure bliss anytime he thought about her at home in their bed. Having someone to come home to gave him a new sense of purpose to succeed that he hadn’t realized he needed. Anytime he was due to come home came with the anticipation of waiting, sitting eagerly on the couch and then pacing impatiently at the door once the half hour countdown began. 

Like always, he was expecting to throw his bags down, leaving them at the door to accept her into his arms which she always jumped into. Her choice of apparel had been noted well after he took in her scent deeply, hugging her close with a half assed kick to the door behind him. 

“Sweetheart, god, I missed you.” He breathed, one more squeeze placed around her before he was pulling back for a kiss. Then he noticed what she was wearing, a smirk lifting across his face which held a five o’clock shadow from a few days gone by without shaving. The stubbled kiss was sought out despite his hesitation as he now wanted to gawk at her form, her hands coming to his cheek and pulling him in. 

“I missed you more. Happy anniversary, my love.” Mumbled against his lips, declaring her undying adoration for the man she promised from day one to give her everything to. Traveling hands snaked under her rear, squeezing the sparsely clothed flesh with a hum. 

“Such a pretty present… I think it’s time to unwrap you, gorgeous,” 

To the bed they had picked out together she was unwrapped after a painfully long amount of time of Soap simply… admiring her. He had every intention of stripping her from her confines, but before he felt it would be criminal to ignore how much effort she put into this outfit. The lingerie hugged every curve and dip of her body like it was tailor made to accentuate her natural beauty. His lips worshiped the exposed flesh, tongue teasing over the textured fabrics between her legs, giving a hint of what nectar pooled against the fabric in her arousal. 

Her squirms and whines did little to deter him, promising her pleasure if she was patient to allow him to explore and become reunited with his treasure. “Be a good girl. Don’t make me remind you what happens when you disobey, eh?” Teeth nipped at her sensitive flesh, warning her he had not changed views on the severity of discipline. 

She never worried whether or not her needs would be met, and that evening was no different. As he had promised, he delicately removed the clothing from her body, teasing her even then by his languid pace. ‘Darlin’, I haven’t seen you in so long…. I want to ravish you.’ He would say, silencing any potential protest with a searing kiss as his impressive bulge ground into her need. The whine it produced was enough to convince him to drop the bullshit, tearing at his pants while she clawed the shirt from his body and sought the heat of his flesh.   

Any gentleness he might have had in store had dissolved the moment he caught a taste of what he’d been missing for too long overseas serving. The initial stretch of her welcoming heat, rolling hips matching the breathy moan he earned which drooled from her kiss-swollen lips. 

“Good god, you take me so well,” it would keep him faithful even in the struggle of loneliness, for he knew already that no one could ever compare to her. His thrusts were needy, hungry with a passion so raw it was almost overwhelming after so long without his touch. Clawing, scratching, pulling one another closer, it was all he could do to quickly remove the distance each time he pulled back to reenter her. 

His praises were softer than normal, but she cherished them just the same. Where ‘my dirty slut’ would sputter from his lips, tonight, it was replaced with ‘my only love’. His native tongue lavished her in compliments she hardly could understand but knew to be praises, melting under his harsh touch and romantic words. Soap was sure to remark every inch of her body, fingers digging bruisingly hard into her hips, pressed into the mattress firmly as he drilled his cock again and again just so to unravel her resolve and have her milking his length for what would be the first of many orgasms. 

One blinding, world tilting climax after the other shook her raw to her core, muddying her mind until the only word she could mutter was his name. A plea, a praise, a prayer, he became the very breath she inhaled desperately upon each glorious thrust pressing him closer. One of his favorite positions ended the evening, his hand securely caressing her throat as he kept her tucked against his chest, rocking into her from behind. His thrusts had become jerkish rutting, moaning hotly against her ear with panted breaths, undoubtedly assuring her that neither one of them would be moving the morning until the sun had crested midday. Words had become uttered whimpers, reaching behind for his hand he gladly squeezed and intertwined with his fingers.  

“I- love you… so much, y/n. I love you, baby.” Repeated again and again, Soap gently guided her to another orgasm, hot tears pooling anew down her cheeks from the overexertion. She ached in the best of ways, able to hear her heartbeat in her ears, trembling in ecstasy with a pitiful whine as he finally pulled away, curling behind her and adjusting her so she was comfortable. Strong, capable hands soothed her shaking limbs. His sweet murmurs lulling her to sleep.

#soap x reader #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap x you #soap smut #john mactavish #john mactavish smut #soap imagine #cod imagine #soap cod #soap mw2 #🧼 soap 🧼

[kurosaaki]

LUST MELODIES. — AOT MEN

A compilation of how the aot men’s moans sound like

TW: nsfw under the cut, mentions of sex and oral sex. f!reader.

CHARACTERS: eren, armin, jean, levi, reiner & porco.

A/N: i loved writing this. i hope you like it ;) support is always appreciated <3

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TAGS: @xiaoflwrs

EREN JAEGER

low and filthy

eren is a passionate lover—we all know that. when eren wants something, he always gets it. he has a dominating behaviour, and his first priority when he finally has you wrapped around his finger is making you feel good. he needs to see your legs trembling after making you his, he craves to see you sprawled on his bed muffling your sweet moans on his pillow while he enjoys the tightness of your pussy around him.

you’ll always hear eren’s heavy breath against your neck, you can’t escape his teal eyes as he rams inside you. his low grunts becoming more loud as he speeds up the pace, ignoring your poor cries and whispering the most naughty, filthy things he’s going to do to you once you stop being so nosy. the only time you’ll hear him whine is if you overstimulate him. good luck trying to do that with eren. he’s too impatient. but oh, if you make him moan—you should consider that a gift from heaven. eren moaning your name out loud? that would sound so pretty.

he secretly loves to have someone as passionate as him. eren feels like it’s the perfect way to set his wild nature free. think you can compete against an animal like him?

“c’mon, baby, i know you can take it. make me proud”

ARMIN ARLERT

broken and needy

armin’s voice sounds so pretty when you kiss—or bite him—on his sweet spots. his faint whines leaving his lips when you ride him makes you feel like you’re between clouds. it makes you forget everything going on around the two of you, it brings you to another world. he feels so overwhelmed when he feels your tight walls clenching around him that he needs to whisper between whimpers how good you make him feel.

he becomes a whiny mess when you ride him, specially when you’re face to face with him. his blue eyes close everytime you swivel your hips and everytime you bounce on his dick. he loves to muffle his moans biting your neck or by bringing one of your breasts to his mouth, leaving little pecks and licking it. he loves that position because you’re in control of every movement and you can also feel the pleasure. such a caring sweetheart, isn’t he?

he’s a sucker for someone who can dominate him for a while. but don’t be too confident with that, he can also be very intimidating in bed. do you prefer to see his baby blue eyes glimmering from the pleasure you give him or his breathless, serious gaze when you misbehave? armin can give you both. you just have to be careful, because he’s a smart guy. you’ll never know what he can do.

“you feel so good, baby” “you’re amazing, oh my god”

JEAN KIRSTEIN

soft and breathy

jean makes the most beautiful sounds when he’s inside you. just as armin, he gets lost when he feels how tight you are for him. he forgets everything around him, and he doesn’t care if someone hears him moaning your name out loud—because he’ll do it. he’ll moan your name when you roll your eyes, he’ll moan your name when he feels you’re about to come. he’ll just do it because you leave him breathless, almost dizzy when your lips graze his, looking for his soft embrace while he takes his time inside you, savouring the feeling of being one with you.

jean is the romantic type of lover, let’s be honest here. he’s always worshipping every inch of your body, making you feel like the goddess you are. his lips are all over your neck while his hand brings your leg up to make you feel more of him. he likes to take his time with you, and he adores to hear your moans mixing with his grunts when you’re close to reach your climax.

sex with jean always feels like it’s the last time you’ll ever feel him again. maybe that’s why you’re obsessed with his body, his face, his voice and his soul.

“you’re so pretty” “come for me, you’ve done so well, princess”

LEVI ACKERMAN

harsh and husky

it is not a surprise that humanity’s strongest loves to remind you who’s in charge when you are having sex. he likes to see you squirming from all the pleasure his tongue gives you—he eats you out like he’s starving, and he loves it when you pull on his hair when he focuses his movements on your core. he chuckles from time to time, the low vibrations of his voice tickling your overstimulated pussy can always bring you to the edge.

he’s such a tease, he loves to rub his finger between your wet folds before putting it inside to stretch you out. loves to see his girl making a mess. he’s a giver, but he won’t be gentle with you if you decide to go down on him. he’ll always be whispering how obedient you are for him, how much he loves to see you choking on his length, how you deserve a punishment for misbehaving and interrumpting his work.

hearing levi’s moans is something that happens once in a while—if you kiss his neck and leave a hickey there, if you stroke his dick slowly before he cums, or if you moan against his ear. he has such a pretty tone, it’s always nice to hear his grunts and his husky voice filling the room.

“you love making a mess, don’t you?” “such a bad girl, fuck”

REINER BRAUN

deep and heavy

everytime reiner gets to be inside you, his heart feels like it’s about to explode. you can see how his eyes gets darker when he realizes he can literally move you in any way he wants. legs up resting on his shoulders while he thrusts deeper into you, enjoying every sound you make. you feel butterflies when the warrior lets out a deep grunt, stopping his movements when it feels too good to cum.

reiner is a passionate lover, not as animalistic as eren but not as gentle as jean, it’s the perfect mixture of both. he knows how to bring you to the edge and how to make you beg for more even if you feel like you can’t take it anymore. you also know how to make him moan like a desperate man, but that only happens when you ignore his desire to cum.

given his stamina, he can last a couple rounds more without getting too tired. it’s on the final round when you can finally hear those beautiful moans he has hidden inside him. it’s not that he’s shy to let them out, but he prefers to hear you instead.

“does that feel good, sweetheart?” “let me hear you, baby”

PORCO GALLIARD

sharp and hungry

he takes sex like it’s a competition. he’s the most competitive guy you’ll ever meet. sometimes, when he’s balls deep inside you, you can hear those grunts he makes and he always sounds like he’s mad at something—is he mad because he never got to taste someone’s pussy like yours? is he mad because he knows that everyone else wants his girlfriend? or is he mad because he feels like this is something he can’t win?

you’ll never know. the only thing you’re sure of, is that behind those hungry, deep groans he makes and those furrowed eyebrows, there is a more gentle version of the competitive guy you’re just fucking. and the only way to know that guy is by giving him the blowjob of his life. he can sound angry at first, but if you know how to play with him and how to make him mad, he’ll eventually give up on trying to be the dominant one.

that’s when you finally hear his soft, almost quiet moans. he’ll never admit it, but he’s shy as hell when he makes those sounds. maybe he likes the “mad guy” facade more than the “weak one” because it fuels his ego, but you’re the one who can decide which one you want.

“you like that?” “fuck, of course you do”

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

How would Thor, Loki, Apollo, Hades, Buddha Rudra react to arranged marriage? fem!Raeders (human or go, idc) is a perfect fit for a wife - smart, attentive, attractive, a bit motherly, if possible she can be chubby/busty, how would everything work? (if possible can you write some nsfw stuff?) I sent a lot of love and support 💋

-For many, the thought of an arranged marriage would feel controlling, stifling, like one’s freedom was being snatched away.

-That’s what both you and (Love) had initially thought when you were told that you were to be married, however, your opinions had changed after you both met each other.

-(Love) had never met someone like you before, you were witty, funny, caring and motherly, but also intelligent and you weren’t a pushover by any means, you were feisty, but he liked that.

-You were stunning to him, your looks made his blood run hot, seeing how curvaceous you looked, and pairing your stunning looks with your wonderful personality- you were the perfect person!

-It was you that took a bit longer to warm up to him, as you found him to be almost a little intimidating, being such a powerful god, you felt like you weren’t worthy of being with someone so perfect.

-To (Love), you were the perfect one, and he had started courting you, properly courting you so instead of being a loveless arranged marriage, this union would be one of love and happiness.

-You appreciated his honesty and his attention to you, unlike others in your past who just expected you to roll over and do what you were told, and you loved that he was taking time to woo you.

-Many had learned of this arranged marriage and many were expecting to see both of you looking miserable as you were being forced to do this, but seeing the smiles on both of your faces was quite surprising.

-The ceremony was lovely, and the party afterwards was so much fun, you enjoyed yourself, dancing with your new husband and he loved seeing you so happy as the two of you celebrating the first day of the rest of your lives together.

-Once at home however, (Love’s) switch was flipped, as you had been playfully flirting with each other leading up to the wedding, teasing each other, and now he finally had you.

-The first two days of your honeymoon were spent in bed, as he refused to let you get out of bed, he waited on you hand and foot, getting you anything you needed, food and drink wise, and refused to let you wear any clothes. Other than that, you were having your mind blown by his skillful hands and wicked tongue, bringing you mind blowing pleasure until you were near passing out, begging him to stop. He couldn’t and he didn’t, he adored seeing you writhing beneath him, drunk from pleasure, the pleasure he was giving to you. He couldn’t help it- you were too alluring, and he just wanted to keep drowning in you. He felt like he could have you every day and never get tired of your breathy gasps or hearing you calling out his name in want.

            -Apollo, Rudra, Buddha, and Loki

-You were his queen, his partner, and he treated you as such, putting himself beneath you- you were the leader in this relationship, he would do anything you asked of him. However, that led to some issues during your honeymoon, where he would praise you, showering you with his love, worshipping your perfect body. He told you numerous times that you were the boss, but then when you would beg him to stop pleasuring you, your mind melting from pleasure, he would just grin, almost evilly, and tell you no, going even harder. It would up being a big part of foreplay in your relationship, where you would tell him to do certain things and he would defy you and you were powerless to stop it, not that you minded~

-Thor and Hades

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror apollo #ror rudra #ror buddha #ror loki #ror thor #ror hades