#Godrick smut

[ma1dmer]

Elden Ring - Godrick The Grafted NSFW

loser fuckers come here pspspspsps

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he probably isn't much for aftercare, but he will stroke your hair and tell you you are his and only his, its the small amount of affection he feels like offering you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): ........honestly the jokes write themselves in this, i am so sorry

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): probably has a breeding kink, he’d growl lowly in your ear about making you his proper consort and you giving him an heir whether your body can give him one or not, he still tries and fantasises about it and who knows if you can’t have children yourself he might find a way to help you with that

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): the fact he likes to be praised, its something he is ashamed of, why would he need the words of someone so beneath him , to feel good, its absurd

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): with how hated he was i don’t think he has a lot of experience so he ends up being very eager and having a lot of pent up tension, every moan you make is music to his ears and a stroke to his ego, he doesn’t need experience when he is as great as he is

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he doesn’t have a specific one in mind, ends up manhandling you around and switching up between several positions 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he would probably think you mock him, he’d wrap his hand around your throat and ask you what exactly you think is so funny 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): probably hairless at this point with all that grafting

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he isn’t much for romance but he does shower you with gifts, cloaks and jewelry ,some bloody some still warm from the bodies he has taken, but he tries

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): i think he would probably enjoy being watched, showing you exactly how he likes to be pleasured so you can do the same

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): praising, dirty talking, choking, size kink etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): shameless, if he wants to have you somewhere he will have you, let everyone watch and hear for all he cares

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): it doesn’t get much to rile him up, usually some praise does the trick with him, he’ll have you pinned on a wall and kissing you with no shame about who might see you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): there isn’t a lot he wouldn’t try especially in the beginning

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he loves having you on your knees, him on his throne, in his rightful place and you servicing him, his hands guiding your mouth over him and he is surprisingly soft in these moments, being gentle even as he uses your mouth, letting you set most of the pace, only speaking praise when you are like that

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): rough and almost desperate, he holds onto you and moves you against him like a doll, chasing both of your orgasms

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not a big fan, it will stroke his ego that you want him so much that you seek him out ,but he is busy and wants to take his time ravishing you

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): definitely has a thing for pushing boundaries, encouraging you to try out new things that come to him in a whim in the throes of pleasure

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he has a lot of stamina and a lot of pent up energy , he wants you limping and sore after you two are done

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): probably doesn’t really get the point, you have him what else would you need, he gets petulant like a child

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not a fan of teasing, doesn’t have the patience for it, but he does like degrading you 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he probably talks a lot , praises you and degrades you all in the same breath

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i can see him as being slightly into body worship surprisingly, he’ll have you laid out and trace his hands all over your body slowly and methodically messaging his fingers deep in your flesh his eyes appraising you closely

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): i think he is big, however if thats his actual cock or not, is up for you to decide

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): when he has a partner his sex drive is high, almost making up for the time he hasn’t had someone to please him

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he needs you to hold him  so he can fall asleep, his head on your lap playing with his hair and stuff

[tarnussy]

ashes of war are funny sometimes

[marketable-puckshie]

POV you're Godrick enjoying your most favorite errand boy's expressions-

[orqheuss]

I would know him blind

(Ominis Gaunt/F!Reader SMUT)

Summary:

He groaned again at the feeling of your pulse pounding under his fingertips, his voice gravelly and coated with arousal when he finally spoke. “What are you up to now, trouble?” *** You'd been with Ominis for some time, and as much as you loved your intimate times together, you wondered what it would be like to be in his shoes for a change. Your darling husband is more than happy to help you satiate your curiosity.

Word count: 4.6k

Tags: p n v sex, bondage, blindfolds, light bdsm, light dom/sub undertones, pet names, praise kink, ownership kink, corruption kink (just a lil bit), possessive!ominis, cunnilingus, established relationship, body worship, romantic sex

You loved your husband more than anything in this world. You had been with Ominis since your sixth year of Hogwarts, and even now, ten years later, you were still as thick as thieves. He supported your desire to teach at the school, even though you would be gone for days at a time and away from his comforting arms, and in turn you supported him and his work as an inventor, no matter how much time he spent locked away in his office. Through it all, you were a team. It was a truly happy marriage, one you would be perfectly content in until your dying day. 

That being said, there were some aspects of your life that had gotten a bit…stale. Being together for so long led to some challenges with keeping things interesting. In this particular instance, your more intimate times were starting to become lackluster. It was still lovely whenever you two got together, but you longed for your husband to do something surprising. Ever since your first night together it had been the same routine, and you were, quite frankly, bored. 

Not that you’d ever tell him that. Godrick’s heart! 

Being a professor had its perks, one of which being access to the restricted section of the library at any hour of the day. No student is going to question a professor as to why they are out at such an hour, it would be absolutely balmy. Not that you didn’t miss the chaos of sneaking down there with one particular Sallow twin, but it was certainly nice to not fear the appearance of Peeves around any and all corners. On the nights that you slept at the castle, you’d been reading up on some things in the restricted section, and had learned some interesting changes to try in the bedroom that would hopefully intrigue the blond. Rather shockingly, the “Intimate Literature” section was…extensive. There were things in some of those books that you would have never thought of, even in your most raunchy dreams. 

One particular thing caught your attention, both for the possibilities it held but also for the fact that it had been something you thought about before: seeing in the way that Ominis sees. The Gaunt man’s blindness was never a hindrance to him, nor to you, but it definitely intrigued you. Around the house, he mainly saw through his enchanted wand, the location charm showing him shapes and outlines so he is able to get to and fro. But in the bedroom, Ominis preferred to use his hands, and sometimes his mouth, to find his way up and down your body. His favorite pastime was finding out what made you tick, what made you whine, what made you scream— always the tinkerer, always curious. 

As much as you loved him touching you, you wanted to know what it felt like when you touched him; no sight to help him know from what direction you were coming from or what you were going to do to him. One simple finger running down his chest would send his heart aflutter under your palm— your legs brushing against his would make him breathe heavy like you had taken all the air from his lungs. He once described it to you as feeling everything the earth could possibly give you but so much more. It looked electric, and Merlin, you wanted to be shocked all over. 

So, the only logical way for this to happen was for you to be blindfolded. 

All you had to do was convince your husband, and you knew exactly how to do it. 

The always busy blond was locked away in his office when you enacted your plan. You knocked gently on the door, waiting patiently for his word to enter. Upon his muffled, “come in” sauntered into the room, your steps precise and your hips swaying like a dancer. He sensed something different in your posture right away, his ears perking up slightly as he took in the soft cadence of your steps. Leaning back in his office chair and silently activating his location charm, he watched you stalk closer to his desk like a lioness on the prowl. You were the picture of innocence— a slight hop in your step and your arms folded behind your back like a schoolgirl, and in that moment Ominis wanted nothing more than to pin you over his lap and corrupt you for hours. A wayward smirk stretched across his face as he twirled his wand between his fingers, his free hand coming up from his arm rest when you got close enough and running across the skin of your thigh. The blond’s eyebrow twitched slightly at the feeling of the lace trim of your negligee, and his fingers tightened against your pillowy flesh, pushing the skirt upwards with intrigue until your hand stopped him in his tracks. You smirked deviously at the success of your plan so far before climbing into his lap, pressing all of your weight down on his already half-stiff member so he could feel just how hot and needy you were for him. 

Ominis groaned lightly at the sudden warmth atop his hardening cock, his hands coming up to grasp at your hips and rock you slightly for that delicious friction he craved. Your breath stuttered in your chest at your bare, sensitive skin rubbing against the unforgiving roughness of his corduroy trousers and you quickly lost yourself in the moment. One of your hands made its way into his blond tresses, mussing up his perfectly styled quiff and pulling him closer for a searing kiss. He eagerly responded to your whims, surrendering under your burning lips and digging his fingertips into the silk that draped across your body. His left hand began exploring as you kissed, roaming up from the love handles at your hips and towards your neck, pausing briefly to paw at your breast and finding nothing underneath your new nightdress. He bit your lip roughly, pulling you back by your neck and greedily sucking in the oxygen that he forgoed to continue snogging you. 

Even after years, his kisses still tasted like ambrosia to a mortal. 

He groaned again at the feeling of your pulse pounding under his fingertips, his voice gravelly and coated with arousal when he finally spoke. “What are you up to now, trouble?” 

You giggled lightly, a lilt of mischievousness hiding behind the sound of pseudo virtue that made Ominis’ heart skip in excitement. You pushed gently against his hand, signaling that you wanted to whisper your desires in his ear, and he pulled you towards his face again, loosening his grip enough for it to be just the right amount of malleable. Your hot breath fanned across the apples of his cheeks, sending a spark of desire down his spine. A part of him wanted to disregard whatever you wanted to tell him, wanted to throw you onto his desk and have his way with you. But, there was a stronger, more curious part of him that also wanted to know what you had in store. 

You bit lightly at his earlobe, licking away the pain before murmuring against his pulse. “I want to try something new tonight, if it’s alright with you, darling.” 

He growled at your fingernails wracking up and down his clothed arms, the bone just sharp enough to be felt but not enough to leave marks. He pulled your face back, staring into your eyes with an unnerving amount of contact that one with his disability would normally not be able to achieve. There was something tantalizing swirling in his irises, something dangerous, something devious, and you had to steel yourself to continue with your scheme and not drop to your knees and pleasure him then and there. His smile was lopsided and delicious looking when he replied. 

“What do you have in mind, little dove?” He traced his finger up the outside of your thigh once more, running the pad of his thumb against the coarse lace. “What devilish thing is swirling in that gorgeous brain of yours?” 

You let go of his arms, trusting Ominis to hold you still while you reached into your hair and undid the ribbon holding it up. The black silken cloth caught on the low lamplight of the office space and swallowed the glow like a deep pit of tar. Your hand was delicate as you grasped onto his wrist, lifting his hand from your thigh and raising it level with your chest, palm up towards the ceiling. You first ran the ribbon lightly along his hand, letting the ends tickle his skin just enough to catch his fancy before carefully laying it in his palm. His other hand released your throat finally, taking the other end of the ribbon between his fingers and pulling it until it was completely unraveled between your buzzing bodies. It was smooth in his palm, sensual, one would even say. He approximated that it was around the length of his arm, possibly the width of your wrist. 

A look of confusion quickly took over the blond’s features, and you chuckled softly at how adorable he looked. You took the silk from him, leaning forward just enough to gently drape it over his unseeing eyes and whisper against his parted lips. 

“I want to feel what you feel when I touch you.” 

He gasped against your mouth, his arm snaking around your hip and pressing against your lower back, pulling you impossibly closer until your ravenous core was flush with his throbbing manhood. Ominis’ smile was all teeth when you pulled back again, the ribbon dragging against his skin in the most delectable way as you gazed into his eyes. 

“Oh, you do, now?” He mused cheekily. “You want to know how I feel when you touch me?” 

He took the silk from your hands, letting it run over your exposed collarbones. There was something impish in his smile, like a wolf in sheep's clothing— the cheshire cat would be jealous of its verisimilitude. He was always mischievous in nature while at school, but he had never really brought it under the sheets with you. Perhaps your proposition excited him in a way unfamiliar, you mused. Gently moving it over the backs of your shoulders, he looped it around the front and draped it across your chest like a loose fitting scarf. It was your turn to be perplexed when his hands began to wind around the ends of the satin ribbon, the question only being answered after a maddening pause. Using the silk for leverage, Ominis yanked you closer until your chests were pressed together, noses brushing and mouths inches from touching. 

“You want to know how it feels to be blind— completely under the whim of your partner? You want to put your faith entirely in my hands, not knowing what I could possibly do to you next?” His voice lowered with arousal, taking on a gravely, almost growl-like cadence. “You want to surrender yourself to me?” 

You sucked in a shaking breath at his insinuation, nodding minutely as your eyes fluttered closed. You were far past coherent sentences at that point. His mouth only inched closer with each word. 

“Oh, my darling girl, your wish is my command.” 

He stole your breath with his kiss, his skin feeling like pure sunlight under your fingertips. He stood from his seat with you in his arms, your legs quickly wrapping around his waist as he made his way towards your bedroom via the route he memorized long ago. 

Your comforter is plush when you land, cushioning you as Ominis rests his body above yours. You pull him downwards by his collar, your hands only getting a small moment in his hair before he has you by the wrists, one of his hands roughly planting them above your head while the other explored your curves. Only a minute in his domain and you were already his prey. The blond leaned forwards slightly, his back arching so he could reach your supple, sensitive throat, before nipping and sucking at the webbing between your shoulder and neck. You keened softly, rolling your hips upwards to meet his gentle hip trusts. He let go of your wrists, trusting you to keep them there as he carded his hands down your sides, only stopping when he got to the teasing lace of your negligee’s trim. More and more kisses were pressed to the column of your throat as he smoothed the fabric up your body, revealing your bare, naked body underneath to the world. He groaned at the feeling of your baby-soft skin under his fingertips. 

“Nothing underneath? Such a good girl for me.” 

You felt Ominis reach into his back pocket for his wand, slowly bringing it forwards and above your heads. The point just barely touched the skin of your wrist when he lazily whispered the binding spell. 

“Incarcerous.” 

Cotton rope the color of the forest at night wrapped itself around your conjoined wrists, tightening just the right amount so that you couldn’t move but you weren’t in pain before winding around a bar on your headboard. A startled gasp fell from your lips at your sudden capture, your eyes filling with excitement and a little bit of fear at the predatory grin stretching across your husband's face. His hands trailed up your sides again, sending delightful shivers through all of your nerve endings on his journey to your eyes. His fingers paused at the tips of your ears, the ribbon brushing against where your hair was fanned across the bedspread. 

Ominis smoothed his thumb across your cheekbone, softening his smile as he leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. His voice was little more than a breathy whisper against your eyelashes. “Are you sure about this, my love?” 

You smiled at his care for you, pressing a soft kiss to the closest bit of skin you could reach before answering him, your voice flooded with love. “Yes, my dear. I want you to do whatever you want to me. Make me feel like you do.” 

He groaned at  your words, taking your consent to wrap the ribbon around your head, tying it in a simple knot at the back. The last thing you saw were his starlight-filled eyes before your world was bathed in darkness. 

You were incredibly aware of your level of undress when Ominis moved his body away from yours, opening up your skin to the chill of the room without his body heat. You squirmed against the rope slightly, testing its strength before trying to train your ears to hear your husband moving around the room. Everything was eerily quiet— not even the sound of the grandfather clock in the hallway could be heard beyond the closed door. For a moment you feared the blond left you in the room, leaving you tied up against the bed so he could work in peace. Your heart began to pound harder in your chest with nerves. 

All fear quickly fled from your body at the feeling of his fingertips running up the skin of your stomach, drawing a long gasp from your chest. It felt like his hand was touching every nerve in your body, igniting your veins in sinful fire as he crept up and up towards your heaving breasts. He started off slow, just moving his fingers up and down different parts of your body with just the barest touch until you were begging for more. This type of teasing was torturous for you, only just aware of where he was but never knowing if he was going to give you what you wanted. 

You whined in the back of your throat, body vibrating with need as he grazed against your chest for a fifth time. “Please, Ominis!” 

You were sure your heart would give out when his other hand wrapped itself around your left mound, squeezing the skin between his fingers before taking the right nub between his teeth and nipping. Ominis chuckled at the whine that spilled from your throat, his voice reverberating through your sternum and sending a lovely heat to your center. He let the rest of his weight fall on top of you, relishing in you feeling every bit of skin he had uncovered in your small moment of silence. He was completely bare for you, his hardness pressing against your thigh and pulsating with a delicious heat. You could feel him everywhere. His fingers brushed against the very fabric of your being, pulling you apart by your strings. His breath curled around your lungs, stealing the air frantically inhaled through your squeezing throat. His mouth licked at your brain, sending pulses of pleasure down to your core. You were in utter bliss under his careful, loving hands. 

He laughed again at how pliable you were under him, murmuring against your stiff peak. “Where do you feel me right now, pet?” 

You sighed shakily as his voice shot through you like a bullet. “Everywhere. I feel you absolutely everywhere.” 

The blond took your nipple between his teeth again, flicking it with his tongue until your reacting whimper pittered off into the air. “That’s how I feel whenever I’m around you.” 

Ominis began to kiss down your chest, pausing to mouth hotly at your hip bones and leave open mouthed kisses on your naval. “Your mere presence shifts the air around me— changes the trajectory of time itself in my mind. The world slows when you touch me, my darling. My name falling from your lips feels like one thousand tiny suns kissing my cheeks in devotion.” 

He mumbled your name against your lower stomach, hopelessly inflamed by how you shivered at the word. 

Unable to resist his carnal desires any longer, he dives into your sweet tasting center, first licking a long stripe from base to tip before lapping at you like he was starved and you were his only source of sustenance. You keened loudly for him as stars filled every space behind your blinded eyes. 

There he is, you thought. There’s his tongue wrapped around my soul, stealing all my life force one flick at a time. 

He moaned at your scent, fully slotting himself between your legs and encasing his head between your thighs. It felt like his tongue was a lightning bolt against your sensitive skin, shocking your clit with every stroke, every tap, every suck. You completely surrendered to his whim, clamping your thighs against his ears, fully intent on keeping him right where he was for the rest of time. It had never felt this good before, never felt this encompassing. 

Ominis pressed his face deeper into you, taking the button at the top of your most private parts and sucking it into his mouth. You nearly screamed, your words jumbled as they launched themselves into the air. 

“Fuck! Oh God, Ominis!” 

His strong hands pulled your legs away from his head, his mouth unlatching from you like a leech as he paused to catch his breath. 

“Oh, is it a ‘God’ you want, precious?” 

His voice had never sounded breathier— never sounded so completely sinful. 

The blond laughed, a barking thing that sent a tingle to your toes. “I do not care if every single God and Goddess across all of the world, all of mythology was fighting over you— you are mine.” 

He bit harshly at the pillowy flesh of your inner thigh, indenting his teeth marks into you so everyone would know you were owned by him and him alone.  

“But if you truly wish for something devout, something reverent, then let my hands be your chapel.” Ominis gently ran his fingernails along the skin of your waist, dragging them up and down until you were a shivering, wiggling mess. “And I will treat your screams, your whimpers, your pleas as my scripture.” 

His unseeing eyes never left the direction of your heady, breathy pants as his middle finger slid deep inside of you, long and lithe and curling against the spot that made you believe religion was real. Moans of his name and swears that would make even the devil blush swam in the air around the pair of you, only being swallowed by the plush feather-down comforter under your writhing body. You plead with your husband for more, unsure what more entailed but all the more pressing your center against his awaiting mouth once again and grinding against his tongue. He quickly complied, pressing a second finger into your opening and thrusting in and out at a sped up pace. His lips latched back onto your needy clit and that was all it took for you to spill over into maddening nirvana. 

Your hazy mind picked up on the feeling of your husband leaning up on his elbows, kissing his way back up your chest until he reached your gasping lips. He quickly stole them in a gentle but desperate kiss; you could taste yourself on his lips and it drove you even further into madness. His prickly, end of the day stubble rubbed against your cheek as he tucked his face into your neck, kissing up and down your shoulder and neck with urgency. 

“You did so good for me, sweetheart. So, so perfect— just for me, so good just for me.” He was breathing even heavier than you against your pulse, hopelessly devoted to your pleasure, your happiness. 

He kissed your pulse, his whispered voice filled with adoration.“Mon coeur.”

He kissed your nose this time. “Mon âme.”

Finally, he pressed delicate kisses to your eyelids, resting his forehead against yours. “Ma vie.” 

My heart. My soul. My life. 

Warmth filled your entire body, your heart squeezing around his words and committing this moment to memory. Never before had you felt so loved, so worshiped. It was iridescent, the way you could picture his love-struck smile glowing behind your eyes— completely and irrevocably arduous. 

Still feeling his burning desire against your inner thigh, you rocked your hips against his, pleas beginning to spill from you once again, but this time with a need to please him. 

“Please, Ominis. I love you so much. Take me. Use me. I’m yours, no one else's. I want to feel you inside of me.” 

He bit your shoulder roughly, muffling his animalistic grunt before unlatching his jaws and leaning up on his knees. The blond spread your legs wider, lifting your hips slightly and wrapping your legs around his waist as he lined up with your entrance. You mewled at the feeling of his head rubbing against your opening, stretching you out slightly and giving you a taste for what was to come. 

Ominis whimpered at the feeling of your soft heat against his cock, a little bit of his original domineering persona slipping away at how welcoming you felt for him. “I love you too, my dove.” 

With no other words, the blond pressed his hips closer to yours, letting his length slide into your sweltering center bit by bit to not overwhelm you. You could feel every curve of his shaft, every vein along the underside without your sense of sight. Your touch was heightened to its full extent, and it was earth shattering how good this felt. You were simultaneously freezing and burning, living and dying. Your souls could have mingled together and entwined along your timelines with a burning pyre, thrusting you both into every lifetime possible to relive this moment over and over and it would never be enough for you. You both moaned in tandem when your hips became flushed once again, pelvis bones pressing into each other for a delectable friction. 

Ominis paused to catch his breath, little tiny moans breaching his lips between each inhale and exhale. His fingers wrapped around your hips, grasping onto your natural handles there as he growled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear with your slightly heightened sense of hearing. 

“I am going to make you feel so full, so pleasured, that by the time your climax sends you into oblivion the only word that will be able to grace your lips will be my name.” 

With that, he pulled out of you until only his tip was still inside and slammed into you, his hips harshly knocking against yours and his slit kissing your cervix. You wailed into the night as he continued to pound into you, chasing his own pleasure while still being perceptive of yours. In and out he went, the large prominent vein at the base of his lovely cock rubbing against the ridges inside of you in the most heavenly way. Your sounds sang together like an otherworldly chorus, your tones rising and falling in harmony as they floated delicately up towards the ceiling. Ominis’ hands continued to dig into your skin, his fingers surely leaving bruises on your hips that would last for days. You didn’t care in the slightest— all you could feel was bliss. If you thought earlier was pleasurable, this was pure, unfiltered ecstasy. The knot in your stomach tightened with each thrust of your husband's hips, each time taking him to the hilt and sending blinding whiteness behind your useless eyes. 

The blond’s hips stuttered as his orgasm fast approached, yours not far behind as he could tell by how tightly you were squeezing him. He surged forwards towards your face, capturing your lips in a kiss that was more teeth than anything else as he rocked the entire bed with his velocity. The headboard banged harshly against the wall as he swallowed your moans and screams, only the sound of his name breaching through the jumbled nonsense. Ominis nosed at your jaw, groaning next to your ear as his thrusts got sloppier and less rhythmic. 

“Come for me, my love— my life.” 

The instinctual, innate love he had for you was what ultimately did you in, his words ricocheting you into the strongest rapture you had felt in some time. Your husband followed soon after, your name conjoining with his as you both tumbled into the sweet hereafter. 

Your breaths tangled together as you both came down from your high. Ominis was the first to break the spell, pulling out of you gently before getting up and procuring a towel from your adjoining bathroom. He cleaned you like one would dust a prized possession, carefully and with reverence. You were like a precious jewel that he had to protect, something he could admire for years, centuries, millennia to come. Next were the bonds on your arms, which he undid with deft fingers. Your arms dropped to the bed in a grand thump, all of your muscles giving up from how hard you were thrashing. Ominis lifted you off the bed, his hands on your shoulders as he slotted himself behind you, letting your back rest against his chest as he finally undid the blindfold. Your eyes squinted at the sudden light of the room, fluttering closed for a moment longer as you relaxed back into your husband. The blond carefully took each of your wrists into his hands, bringing them up to his lips and kissing away the minute bruising. You swooned, perfectly content to stay in this moment until the very end of time— until the world died in a grand ball of fire, or with a tiny poof. 

Ominis kissed the side of your temple, rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat. “Was that everything you hoped for, my dear?” 

You raised your hand up to his face, softly cradling his cheek in your palm. Pure affection spilled from you both in waves. 

“Yes, my heart. You were absolutely perfect.”  

***

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[jellyfishsthings]

Request: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Plot: Remus and reader studying together while she sits on his lap, but she realizes she wants him and grinds on him while he tries to work

WARNINGS: smut, shy insecure Reader, Remus helping in his unique way ....

I changed the plot a little bit ...

The soft sound of the needle scratching the vinyl filled the room. All the songs have come to an end and Remus and I didn't even notice we had been too engrossed in our studies. Or more likely he was and I was simply staring at him. He was scrunching up his nose and poking his tongue out every time he tried to understand something. He seemed good and happy. That was when you decided to attack him. You quickly climbed over him and straddled his lap, before placing kisses on his neck.

For god’s sake, he thought. You looked so beautiful taking charge of him and making him writhe like this. This wasn't something that he would usually indulge in but if it meant that you would kiss him senseless and drive the breath clean out of him he was all in. You didn’t usually climb on top of your boyfriend to attack him with senseless kisses of your own accord, usually, it was the opposite. It was a magnificent change for him, one he welcomed with open arms.

“Whoa,” Remus took a sharp breath, wrapping an arm around your waist as you bucked your hips against him. “Dove, may I ask what …. what brought this—ah—on?”

“No, not really” you muttered against his collarbones as you grabbed his loosened tie to crush your lips to his. You knew that your newfound confidence and control wouldn't last long, Remus would quickly seek a way to turn things around.

“You’re going to be the death— of me.” Remus stuttered, feeling sweat lining all over his body. you were a vixen under the guise of a proper girl. He supposed he already knew that but tonight drove the fact home. If he were, to be honest, to be honest, he liked you this way better. Your sailor's mouth and timid confidence were facts about you that he only seemed to know. He felt powerful that way because he could keep you from the world.

He was a mess of swollen lips, heavily panting under your hands. And Godrick, now you were trailing sloppy kisses down his chest, and then too near to his crotch, that had been his last straw before grabbing your hips in a tight hold, turning you around, and spreading your legs. He positioned one of his thighs, letting you rest your wait there as you started moving back and forth. He stilled you with a commanding hand.

“How about a game? You answer my questions correctly, you get fucked like the good girl I know you are. Otherwise …” He let his voice fade and you were tempted to answer one of his questions wrong, just for the fun of it. Just to see how far he could go this time. He would never hurt you, not really. He was too much of a sweetheart for that.

“What if I don't want to, Professor?” You said with a sultry voice. And he playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“Do not tease me, you minx.” He said in your ear before bouncing his leg harshly, and a gasp let you at the sudden movement and pressure in your clit. “Now let's start shall we?”

You nodded so fast that you knocked the back of your head to his nose. Every time you answered correctly he rubbed your clit in harsh tight circles. Every time you answered wrong he bounced his leg while he kept you in place. Your head had been working overtime to try to even think of an answer without even caring about its correctness. Either way, the pleasure you got from simply answering was more than enough to drive you crazy.

Your head had been spinning once he stopped moving. His voice didn't sound any longer, the only sound that sounded in the room was your heavy labored breathing. He placed a sweet kiss on your pulse point before he turned you around once again. A wicked grin was plastered on his face as he slipped inside of you. You haven't even registered the sound of him lowering his pants. Your legs wrapped around his chair as an anchor, his thrusts were so hard and so deed that you bounced with their force, and your hips were pressed flush against his. He buried his head into your chest, feeling your racing heartbeat as your softness enveloped him in more places than one. All thoughts about his friends burging into the room flew out of his head as his whole world redacted into you.

Stuttered breathing reached his ears as your muffled voice called out to him to stop, to never stop, and muttered his name with colorful names. He absolutely loved it when you lost control and cursed him for what he did to you. No one would know that his sweet girl loved to be fucked harshly to the point where youwas nothing but his fuck toy. Without warning you fell over the edge and he tried to remove his head from your embrace to admire your beauty. Your cheeks were flushed and tears slipped from your eyes as he came inside of you.

He pressed kisses on your forehead trying to calm you down, gathered into his arms. He was still deep inside of you and you rolled your hips against his. What you were trying to chase he didn't know, but he let you, curiosity got the best of him. Soon he was hard inside you again but he collected all of his willpower to let you take charge you had earned it. You whined his name pathetically, begging him to please just fuck you. He felt cruel and maybe he was, but you had to start claiming what you deserved without his help, even from him.

You got the hang of it pretty quickly and he was glad to praise his smart girl. Your legs were quivering around him, barely able to keep your weight. Just when they were about to give out he grabbed the back of your thighs helping you lift your weight but doing nothing else. He was leaking inside of you, you were doing the best job and he told you as much. A few minutes after you both tipped over the edge and this time he removed himself from you and positioned you back on his thigh. Without missing a beat you started riding his leg and he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. It was going to be a long night for the two of you, he knew that because from the moments you looked at him with those eyes and with that pout on your lips, he was unapologetically wrapped around your finger.

words: a little of over 1.100

[unusualindigo]

Camden and Godrick

Camden’s relationship with Godrick is rather simple.

See, Camden spent his adolescence being used and abused as a squire, a tool of his king first, and a person second. He remembers the stench of his father’s corpse rotting as the king’s crown glinted in the sunlight, and so… he kind of doesn’t like royals.

Godrick, in his lusting for power and dehumanization of other people, serves nicely as an embodiment of everything Camden hates about royalty and nobility. A twisted parody of a man, not fit to be a lord of anything, much less Limgrave.

So, it should come as no surprise that Camden takes a lot of satisfaction in killing Godrick alongside Nepheli, to the point where he basically drags it out and makes it far more painful than was necessary.

This shakes his sense of self quite a bit, especially with the revelation that Gostoc, Godrick’s son, saw everything that Camden did, how he basically whipped his father to death with his flail.

Thus, Camden’s memory of Godrick is twisted, with him remembering Godrick, not as a tyrant he righteously slew, but as a man he victimized and tortured to death in a fit of bloodlust and all-consuming rage, contradicting his so-called sensibilities.

Below the cut are the links to both the chapter of Carissime Disc I where Camden kills Godrick, and the smut piece where he deals with the fallout.

The killing of Godrick: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54386572/chapters/137882065

The optional smut dealing with the fallout: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54436507

[shockwaifuafterdark]

Saw your godrick headcanons and uhh there were DEFINITELY feelings

If you're doing requests, we need a seluvass one where one of his potions doesn't work on the reader, but they pretend that it does, and we do things willingly for the shits and giggles of seeing him 10 mi deep in his own massive ego. Jk jk...unless? Sft/nsft, I just thought this one might be up your alley. Jerkwad guys in big hats, yada yada.

WAIT WHEN DID I POST MY GODRICK HEADCANONS?? I do have them but I honestly can't remember posting them to Tumblr yet? Unless you are talking about screenshots of discord convos I had with my friends about wanting to clip his stupid toenails and also setting him up with an evil jester wife?

Okay, I'd like to preface this by saying that I am a huge fan of creepy asshole characters. I am attracted to both Varré and Godrick. That being said, Seluvis is just not really my thing. Maybe a little too pompous for my tastes?? Or maybe it's the whole being turned into a basement puppet not being my kink? Probably the latter because I once wrote a short smut piece featuring Master Neloth and he is at a similar level of Supreme Prick.

However! I decided to write this anyway as a little challenge. I hope you enjoy! I probably will not write any more smut for him in the future though, sorry.

Also I apologize that it took me so long to get to this, I had major writer’s block.

Warnings: elements of hypno kink, drugging, and dollification, this is consensual but creepy and somewhat sketchy because Seluvis, Seluvis is his own warning, reader insert/tarnished is also somewhat creepy in this, explicit smut 18+ only

Also on AO3

Deep blue with gilded flecks, swirling and twinkling like a tiny captive galaxy…

The contents of the small glass vial mimicked the garb of the man who held it out to you. And much like the man, you knew definitively that there was not a drop of anything wholesome held within.

He may call you a witless dullard, but surely he had to know that you were no idiot, at least not one of that massive caliber. 

You shot him an incredulous look.

“You want me to drink this?” 

Seluvis huffed haughtily as if you had just asked if the Erdtree shown golden. 

“Yes. That is what I requested. You know I am not the type to ask such things in jest.”

You had heard him, and you were well aware he wasn’t exactly the joking sort. However, you were just as aware of what his potions did, you even had helped administer them for Marika's sake. Moreover you were very much aware of his… affinities for these puppets. He had to know that you knew the implications behind his order, and yet he ordered it still. It was brazen, wild, and he sprung it on you as casually as a request to sweep the leaves off the second floor landing.

“And.. why?” You queried. You know there would be no answer that could possibly justify such an outlandish thing, but you could not help but be intrigued.

“Were you not listening? Did I not tell you that I was working on a tincture to captivate even the likes of Lady Ranni? Hmph…Judging from your vacuous expression, you really are going to need me to spell this out for you, aren’t you? Fine. As you know, the special brew I am currently concocting is highly experimental. The theory behind it, flawless as it is, has yet to be tested, perfected. Something of this magnitude, if it were to fail, would spell disaster for us both, you understand. And while I am able to bend mere mortals with ease, I hardly have a demigod at my disposal on which to perform a trial run.”

“So you chose me.”

“Precisely. You are tarnished, lowly and wretched by nature, and yet you also possess three great runes. While you are far from a demigod, you have proven yourself to be much more than run-of-the-mill has-beens that populate these lands. There are simply no other viable candidates.”

“Just to clarify, you are asking me to forsake all the progress I have made and just… willingly become your puppet.”

"Do you think so lowly of me that I’d betray my best asset for the sake of my pride?” he scoffed, “This formulation is only temporary. A simple trial to ensure I am making steps in the correct direction. You shouldn't feel or remember a thing, I assure you."

You were quite frankly shocked that he was asking in the first place. If he really wanted you as his test subject so badly, he could have simply spiked your tea. You almost felt special, in a way. It was almost as if he cared, giving you the choice (or at least the illusion thereof). 

“Why go so far to say you could consider this an honor. It is not often that a simple provincial like yourself gets a chance to make history,” he added, seeming far too convinced of his own words. 

It would be downright foolish to drink it, but hadn’t you become somewhat of a fool for this man already? Learned to enjoy his acidic words, and found an odd sort of comfort in his unsavory tendencies? In a previous life, you had been a perfumer. You were no stranger to the use of odd concoctions to bend and manipulate the senses. As foul a man as he was, he was someone you understood, a kindred spirit in a way, finding meaning through the services he could render and the imposition of control. You knew logically that you should find this morally reprehensible, but you supposed that you were simply as rotten a soul as he. He found solace in his puppets, and you found solace in him.

Oh, and you had witnessed the way he looked at those puppets. How he cooed at them and snuck a gentle caress when no one was looking. As odd as it was, you were somewhat jealous of them. You wouldn't feel or remember a thing. You would awake as if nothing had happened, he promised you. But you knew what would happen in the interim. He would not be able to resist the urge to play with a new toy, even if only temporarily, and the knowledge that he would have done that to you, that which you secretly craved from him, even if unremembered, was enticing, arousing. Up to this point you had been relatively sure that he had little idea of your strange attraction to him, but perhaps he was more socially astute than you gave him credit for. Or perhaps he assumed you would be into him out of pure arrogance. Or perhaps he really did think you were, in fact, that much of an idiot.

Whatever his intuition, you were, despite your better judgment, about to prove him correct.

You hardly even registered yourself allowing the awful little thing to be pressed into your palm, too caught up in the brief brush of his glove against the side of your hand and how loud your pulse was. Could he hear it? Gods, you hoped not. Heaven knows he didn’t need that sort of ego boost. Quickly, before you let your rational mind stop you, you grasped the bottle, uncorked it, and tipped it back in a single swig.

The effects were immediate. Your vision tunneled, your heart thundered, the dizzy blackness bleeding rapidly to dye the fabric of your reality to the uncolor of oblivion, taking everything you were with it. It felt like falling, but softly, floatility, as if the air itself had thickened to cushion your descent. Somewhere far away you could hear Seluvis say something pertaining to your eagerness, about time, about savoring… You could not tell whether it was praise or derision, nor did you care. All that mattered is that his voice was oh so lovely to listen to and that the taste on your tongue indescribably sweet.

…

You came to under the turquoise glow of glintstones and the smell of damp earth, old stone, and sorcery. You were still groggy, sight blurred and distorted, slightly disoriented, but the place had a vague familiarity. 

“Ah, finally opened your eyes, have you?”

That was Seluvis’ voice, no mistaking that. You had been in his “tutelage” long enough to recognize the odd combination of soothing tones and portentous condescension even if you were fully asleep. Sure enough, as you willed your eyes to focus the vague dark shape in front of you sharpened into the form of the Perceptor, wearing his usual garb, minus his hat for whatever reason.

“Good. I nearly thought you defective.”

You wanted to point out that he seemed to think that even when you were at full capacity, but your tongue still felt slightly numb and heavy in your mouth and you didn’t trust any of your words to come out as anything but a slurred mess. You wiggled it around a bit, feeling your tastebuds tingle as it awoke from whatever stupor you’d been under. Some sort of flavor lingered, and you wondered if your confusion upon waking was the result of drunkenness, but no, this was sweeter and more comfortable than any spirit could have been. Moreover, why would you be with Seluvis if you had just imbibed. He would surely only dampen any festivities or merriment. The current location was hardly anything like a feasting hall either.

“You simply refused to walk on command. Perhaps I should have expected as much. You always were a willful thing. I had to carry you all the way down here like a damned sack of tubers. You best prove worth the effort.”

Down. Ah. That would make sense. You were underground, which would certainly explain the darkness and dankness. Underground. But not in a cave. No, the walls were deliberate, the angles geometric. Though faint, you caught a whiff of incense. Also, behind the preceptor was a neatly made bed. Underground. Seluvis. Bed. Stone walls. Glintstones. Ah! Yes, you had been here once before. This was the hidden basement where Seluvis stored his puppets. So now you knew the where and the how of your current location, but that only left the more elusive why?

That was answered in mere moments when he kneeled down to your level. His breath was heavy against his mask, and though you could not see them, you felt his eyes on you.

“What a pretty puppet you make…”

Puppet. Oh. That’s right. The potion. It must be finally wearing off. That means… ah. It was as he said, you retained no memory of the events. You didn’t even feel any tactile evidence: your body wholly undisturbed. You were disappointed. But the tenderness in his voice in this moment was still more than worth it, especially as he continued.

“Even a mind as brilliant as mine failed to fully capture how exquisite you’d be under my control. No mere imagining could ever compare.”

Stars above, did you want to melt into that voice. You were just about to lean forward, to nestle into his shoulder to show your appreciation when he stood up suddenly and brushed himself off, seemingly having fallen right back into his regular smug, off putting demeanor.

“Even if you took so long that I even had to begin to disrobe unassisted.”  

Wait, did he say disrobe? But… 

“Rise puppet,” he commanded you. Instinctively, you obeyed. Your mind began to race. 

“Good. Excellent even.” He breathed out, voice full of awe once again. 

Mother of Marika, you hadn’t missed a thing had you. The potion must have briefly knocked you out but he had yet to… and now he was… You felt lightheaded, partially because you had just stood up after being down on the ground for however long, but mostly from the massive hit of adrenaline the realization gave you.

You wanted to grin, but had to stop yourself. You were supposed to be his puppet were you not? Though, you supposed the fact that you almost grinned was evidence enough that you technically weren't. He circled around you, inspecting you like a scavenger ensuring the corpse he was about to feast on would not suddenly awake and bite him. No, you were far too in control of yourself to be a puppet, but if you pretended… if you let him believe you were… The idea felt thrilling, almost as forbidden as the art of puppetry itself. He grabbed your hand, manipulated your fingers and wrist, which you kept limp in his grasp. He hummed approvingly before letting go and stepping back with his hands together, standing poised and proud.

“Now dear, come, remove your master’s mask so he can… inspect you more closely.”

You felt dizzy at his request. Despite being in his proximity for some time, you still had yet to see his face. You could neither hesitate, nor could you be too eager. In this moment, you were his puppet. You were only allowed to see this side of him, to touch him, because he believed it to be so. Thus, it was with calculated precision that you stepped towards him and reached to remove that which hid him from you. Your fingers ran along the sides of his mask reverently, seeking some manner of clasp or strap to undo. Seluvis huffed.

“Just as brainless as always,” he chided. “No matter.” His gloves guided your hand to the top of his mask,  and under the fabric of his hood to a small fastening. Snapping it open, you felt the mask loosen, so lifted it away from his face. It seemed strangely intimate, seeing him for the first time. He was surprisingly handsome: a strong nose and jawline, well groomed facial hair, a harsh and furrowed brow, and eyes the color of ice under starlight. Though he bore deep creases from his age, it somehow only served to make him appear more dignified. It was quite unfair that he looked as much the part of the distinguished sorcerer he claimed to be. He grinned smugly as you did your best to keep your expression neutral, mindless. You wished you could take time to map out his features by touch, but for now you waited, outwardly patient, as he leaned in closer to scrutinize you, taking your chin between his fingers and turning your head however he pleased. It was as demeaning as it was exciting, being handled like this, like an object, but his pleased hum made it worth it. “Good,” he murmured, “very good. What a lovely specimen you are.”

You prayed to no one in particular that he didn’t notice how your face heated up. 

“Mmmm," he continued, "you make such a pretty puppet.” his grip loosened and he instead brushed your cheek fondly. You wished you could lean into his touch without blowing your cover. You wished you could kiss his finger as it swiped over your lip. “I should have known as much. You were always my puppet, were you not? Following me so obediently, even drinking this little potion for me. Perhaps I should have deceived you after all, waited until I could give you the full formulation? Have you forever at my beck and call? My own slayer of demigods, reduced to nothing but a vessel of my will… and my desires…” He buried his face into the crook of his neck, and you could swear he was sniffing you. "All the things I'd do to you…"

By Marika, this should sicken you, but as he groaned openly against you, it was not disgust that stirred in your guts. Fuck. Here, thinking he was alone with an empty doll wearing your skin, he was so openly needy and expressive. He grabbed at your sides and kissed the exposed flesh of your neck without grace. It’s literally everything you’d been hoping for. He was treating you like an object, yes, but a precious one.

His eyes were practically gleaming as he pulled away from you and out of your line of sight. You waited with bated breath for his next command. To your frustration, none came, and you just had to stand there, neck set at an awkward angle as you listened to the shuffling of fabric and mumbled words behind you. He was speaking too lowly for you to catch any more than snippets but what you did overhear…

"...make this quick…” “If only…” “...properly study you…” “...construct a replica…” “...at my beck and call…”

…was mildly horrifying. It also served to stoke your building anticipation so you certainly weren’t complaining.

When his touch returned, it was bare fingertips against the back of your neck. You had to bite your lip to stifle a gasp. He had cold hands, strangely delicate hands. His warm breath following behind was a lovely contrast. He mumbled something as he reached around to your front, undoing the first few buttons of your tunic and grabbing at your chest, gentle at first, then roughly, bony fingers digging into your flesh and kneading with little regard for your own comfort, greedily seeking sensation. Heedless of his selfishness, your body lit up beneath his groping and your nipples hardened under his palms. He made a delighted, self-satisfied sound as he felt it. Knowing that he could not see them from this angle, you rolled your eyes. 

"Your body is so receptive to my touch," he gloated, as if this was all a result of some sort of perceived bedroom prowess and not a bodily reaction that could be achieved just as easily by a particularly cold breeze. Not that you had much room to talk, considering how into this you were, especially as he began to pinch and lightly tug on the erect buds. He buried his face in your hair, and you could definitely hear the distinctive sound of him inhaling. "I can smell your pheromones. You are ripe and ready to be picked, your ravenous little flower starved for its gardener's seed…" You had to bite your tongue to stop from laughing, and even then it was a close thing. Fortunately he was too wrapped up in his strange and wildly inaccurate plant euphemisms to notice the twitches of your chest that you couldn't suppress. Radagon's ass, this man worked at a college. Perhaps that whole coupe was warranted after all. He quickly redeemed himself by pulling you back against him, grinding your ass against his crotch as he dipped the hand not holding you to him down your opened tunic. Seluvis let out a loud and wanton moan as he humped you desperately at this odd, uncomfortable angle. It was shameless, pathetic, and turning you on something fierce in spite of his lack of tact and botanical knowledge. 

“Oh my sweet darling, do you feel what you do to your master? How immeasurably aroused you make him?” Honestly, you didn’t really. There were still too many layers between you to feel any specific evidence. Oh, but you heard it; his voice was practically dripping with it. “I mustn't be too hasty though,” he added, halting his movements and unhanding you. “I must make full use of you while I have you. While you’re mine.” He gave your ass a parting squeeze before retreating once again. More mumbling and the shifting of fabric, then he called for you.

“Come to me. Your master is ready for you to properly service him.” 

Upon his command, you turned around and walked over to a small table that he stood beside. He had removed a few layers of outerwear and set them upon it, evidently unconvinced of your competency in removing them after your fumble with his mask. You were too excited to be offended by this, instead focusing on how much of a difference those layers made. While there was still no skin visible aside from his hands, head, and neck, the absence of the outer robes made his silhouette remarkably less imposing, far more human.

“Now, on your knees,” he instructed and you doubt you could have dropped any quicker if your brain was empty of all thoughts but his instructions. He tilted your head up to look at him and smiled, even going so far as to bite his lip. “Perfect,” he said “You are a rare sort, exquisite in craftsmanship, competent, powerful…”

You’d never heard him talk like that, not to you, not to anyone. You had to admit it felt good. 

“Well, no time to waste,” he said with a sigh, removing his hand. “You exist to serve me, and serve me you will. Your master yearns for your touch, be a dear and undo my trousers for me.”

You reach up to the lacing in front of you. The material of his pants were thick, but not thick enough to hide his excitement. You went slowly, keeping the tremble in your hands to an absolute minimum, focusing on the current task and not what it would lead to.

“Now, take out my member.” Of course he would call it that. You don’t know why you would have expected otherwise. You simply counted your blessings that he didn’t ask you to “polish his sorcerous staff” or something. You slid his smallclothes to the side as best you could and freed him to the open air and your eager scrutiny. It was short but actually quite nice to look at: uncut, with the flushed head just ever so slightly peeking out from his foreskin, which itself was a delicate peachy pink. It was oddly cute, as strange as it felt to apply the adjective to any part of Seluvis.

"Don't be shy, give it a kiss," he urged you and you obeyed. He was warm velvet beneath your lips. He let out one of his long, heady moans that you were already becoming addicted to. “Yes, yesss… now, lick. Top to bottom, nice and slow…” His instructions were easy enough to follow and soon enough you were making do with little more than “Just like that, oh such a lovely thing you are, keep going!” His fingers tangled in your hair as his head fell back in bliss. However, after a few minutes, his patience for the lackadaisical pace wore thin.

“Faster,” he bade you, “use your hands, too. I know they are good for it.” And so you sped up, your hand sliding wetly over his shaft as you licked diligently at everything you could reach. He was already bucking against you by the time he asked you to take him into your mouth. 

“Open wide.” You did and promptly slid in. It was quite the boon that he was not more well endowed, all things considered. You weren’t entirely sure if puppets had gag reflexes, but he fit in your mouth easily enough. “Yes,” he hissed, “Now suck.” You did, and from the sounds he was making, it was evident that he appreciated your prompt adherence to guidelines greatly.

He began to fuck your mouth, slowly at first, but definitely picking up speed, holding your face like a vice as he used you. It was getting frenzied, devolving into reckless thrusting and grunting interspersed with breathless praises, and the occasional invocation of your name. Your eyes watered as your nose was shoved again and again into his trimmed and shampooed pubic hair. Lavender and lilies, sweat and musk. You could tell he was reaching his limit and you were determined to see this out to the end. Unfortunately, something, be it divine intervention or simply his focus slipping too far, decided otherwise. A particularly forceful thrust hit your tongue in such a way that you couldn’t help but choke. Reflexively you pulled back, a coughing, spluttering mess.

Glancing up at him revealed that he wasn’t faring much better. It was as if all the color had drained from him. You’d seen less fear in the eyes of a man looking down the maw of a dragon.

“You're… awake…” he eventually managed, and… abject terror was actually a pretty good look on him. Huh.

You coughed a couple more times before clearing your throat and wiping away some of the saliva on your chin with the back of your hand and offering him a sheepish little smile. 

“It appears I am.” Your attempt at levity did nothing to ease the tension in the air. “If it helps, I have been for a while.”

He turned this information over in his head a few times before masking his still present fear with a scowl.

"And you didn’t think to inform me immediately?! Do you understand how much you could have damaged my progress by withholding this? Hmph! Some assistant you are!"

"Mmm, is that so? Odd, just a handful of minutes ago you were singing my praises.” 

"You! You heard that...” he spluttered. It was by far the least dignified sound he had made thus far, and that was saying something. 

"Yes. In fact, I heard pretty much everything. That potion of yours… well. There’s no nice way to put this. It didn’t work.."

He was blushing now. His face and ears similar in hue to nearly ripe rowa fruit in the springtime. And despite everything, his erection had not waned.

"But you… obeyed."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Hmm… maybe you were right earlier. Maybe I wanted to be your puppet for a bit. Or maybe I wanted to spy on you and learn your secrets.”

He began to stutter indignantly but you quickly turned his bluster into a drawn out groan by leaning back in and licking a broad stripe up his cock, fluttering your tongue with teasing intent that you guessed no mere puppet taking orders could replicate. 

"Or, maybe, I wanted to see you like this, a slave to your own desires… maybe I wanted to see you lose control for once… my master." His hips twitched forward, dick throbbing against your hand as it dribbled a long string of pre which you lapped up before pulling back. "Hmm I bet you command your puppets to punish you as much as service you, don't you."

"Why you little-!! Hnnnng!!" 

You gripped him tight enough to hurt and by the way he spasmed at the pain, eyes rolling back and mouth agape, it was obvious that he nearly came from that squeeze alone. You eased up on him, simply holding his cock in an unmoving hand, letting him come back down from the edge.

"You said it yourself, master, back when you first offered me a puppet of my own. I'm just like you. And you're just like me. We puppeteers are addicted to control, whether or not we are the ones at the reins." Keeping the hand around his cock steady and still, you began to absentmindedly tug at his sack with the other. "You're also right about another thing. I want you." More pre leaked from his cockhead. "I bet I'm the first person to tell you that."

His lack of response all but confirmed your suspicion. 

"You like that, don't you? Being wanted for once." Finally, you resumed stroking his shaft, looking up at him with the closest thing to doe eyes you could manage while grinning as maliciously as you were. He refused to meet your gaze, so you decided a little cheating on your part was warranted. "Mmmm Master Seluvis…" you moaned. He was looking now, and you highly doubted he could look away. Perfect. "Your Apprentice wants you. Wants your cum. Won't you be a Good, Kind, Master and do this one thing for me?" You stuck out your tongue and laved at the underside of his glans, keeping your mouth open in invitation. 

It worked. 

"Fine!" He barked, voice cracking. "T-take it then you voracious, whorish… whore..." Ah. You'd pushed him to the point where even synonyms escaped him. Shame he wasn't going to last long; you'd love to see how incoherent he'd get if you fucked him. He held your shoulders in a death grip as you readily took him into your mouth and moaned around him. “AH~! I'm—" he yelped before your name fell from his lips and you felt his hard flesh pulse inside your mouth, spewing salty bitterness against the back of your tongue. He was literally sobbing as you swallowed, milking him for all he'd give you and the sounds made you press your legs together to find some relief for your own ache. You kept suckling him as he cried from the overstimulation, only easing off his softening cock once his legs shook so violently that you feared they'd give out.

You smirked up at him, all blotchy and sweaty and heaving. It was doubtful things would ever be the same between you after this, so why not throw caution to the wind. You stood up and smashed your lips into a forceful kiss. He could only whimper against you. 

You had a great deal to think about.

But first, and most importantly, you needed to sit on his face. 

[toshiomi]

did i just write a 16,551 word smut of tarnished reader × godrick the grafted in the span of 2 hours....

[tirednecromancer]

Mercy [Chapter 8]

The very explicit chapter that made me write a whole fic before I got to finish it.

Please remember to read chapter notes for warnings when they present themselves.

[pippersmcgee]

who is brave. who’s brave enough t (taken out by a govt agent before i can finish this thought)

[tarnussy]

peeled him

[ameliasbitvh]

YOU POOR THING; D.M.

a/n: ghostface!draco = hottest thing ever. I told you all I would write ghostface!draco and here it is on Halloween. this isn’t the best smut i’ve written because i really slacked on it and it’s not proofread AT ALL. it’s mediocre but the only thing i like in this fic is the dirty talk- my dirty talk game has unlocked a new level LMAO. bye i got so h word writing this tho- (also in the end, dw guys he’s not going to kill you i swear)

summary: you and draco watch Scream one night and he takes inspiration to dress as ghostface and fuck you. (bent over on a couch, oml that’s so hot-)

wc: 2k (2050)

warning(s): mask kink, kissing, slight mentions of dry humping, cnc, hair pulling, spit kink, crying (from overwhelming pleasure), choking, prasining, degrading, dirty talk, use of pet names, dark!draco, ghostface!draco, sadist!draco, masochist!reader, cum consumption, edging, fingering, foreplay, oral sex (male receiving), slapping, reader humps the heel of her foot (isnt as bad as it sounds istg), knife play, and blood!!

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You and Draco were sitting on the couch of your living room, his arm around your neck. Your parents were out for the night, they had a business meeting. So you called him over that night to watch a new muggle movie: Scream. You had heard Hermione go insane over the movie. She was terrified of everything. Even when Fred and George messed with the lights, flickering them on and off. You swore she screamed bloody murder.

“So, why'd you call me over?” he threw a smirk over his shoulder and pulled you closer to him. Your head was now resting on his chest as he caressed your calves to the inner thigh. You shivered at his touch, it electrified your core awake. “I wanted to watch a new movie with you, it’s called scream. It’s a scary muggle movie.”

“Scary muggle movie?” his eyes squinted. “Y/n, why would I even watch a muggle movie?”

“Because I want to watch it. Don't you wanna watch it with me too, baby?” you asked, teeth latching onto your bottom lip. Licking your lips, you attached them onto his. He followed with the slow motion of your lips together, his hands grabbing your waist; making you straddle him. Your pussy right over his cock. Godrick his dick was pulsating, feeling your warm cunt grazing over him. Pulling away from him, you pleaded: “Please.”

“Fine,”

Excitedly, you retreaded from his lap grabbing the remote and clicked play.

“Now get back here.” he growled, tugging you onto him again. Your pussy dug into his thigh, you quietly whimpered from the friction. You bet your ass he heard you. Fuck it was like music to his ears to hear you cry, whimper, moan and all in pleasure for him.

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Halfway into the movie, you couldn’t help but feel this strange attraction to ghost face- what the fuck? You thought. Accidently, you rolled your hips against Draco. Your head tossed back onto his shoulder and you tried desperately hard to play it off like you were tired. Until his hands latched onto your pelvic and cruised your pussy on his lap. “Fuck,” you mewled, eyes sewn shut. You being you, you made this the opposite of what was supposed to happen: awkward. But honestly it was only awkward to you, not him. “Draco?” you breathlessly asked.

“Mhm,” his teeth nipped and sucked at your neck while he continued to thrust your pussy on him.

“Imagine dressing as ghostface and fucking me? Hilarious, right?”

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Wasn't so hilarious when Draco was adorned as ghostface and bent you over on the couch. Was it, pretty thing?

“Is this what you wanted that night? Me to fuck you raw, dressed like him?” he growled, his cock straining in his outfit against your pussy.

“Yes, sir!” you sobbed, face pushed into the couch.

His hand snaked around to your body and found your ass, he smoothed his hands around it before giving it a violent slap. Your ass tingled in pain, eyes welled up with tears, but your pussy… fucking soaked. “You like that, baby? I want to smack this ass until it’s all bruised and pretty f’me. Don't you want that too, sweetcheeks?” The way he spoke made your stomach flip inside out.

“Like it s’much, daddy! want y’to-'' he cut you off with another slap and took a fistful of your hair pulling you up to face him. Tears streamed down your face, even through the mask you knew his face showed no remorse or even mercy. All it showed was lust and the demented ideas stirring in his mind.

You were so vulnerable, he could do anything he wanted to do with you and you’d let him. “Already crying, doll? We just started and haven’t even gotten to the fun part.” Right then and there he roughly pulled your pants down and pushed your panties to the side. With no patience, his gloved hands played with your pussy, touching every fold and admiring your arousal painted on it.

“Pretty,” he whispered to himself. A small smile touched your lips.

“Look at you. So. Fucking. Wet.” his words only drove you crazier for his cock, you wanted him to stop teasing and just fuck you already. Slowly he pushed one finger into your walls, your eyes squeezed shut. Then he ruthlessly shoved another digit in and began moving his fingers at an unforgettable pace: you would never forget this. You cried, mouth wide open and draco wrapped his hand around your lips to silence you.

“Shut up. You don’t want your mommy or daddy to come home and hear you being a little slut for me. Or do you?” you couldn't lie. Knowing that you could get caught aroused you even further, made your pussy clench around his fingers. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure. Muffled cries and moans, mixed with slaps to your ass, circulated the room.

The coil in your began twisting so tight and quickly, god you were going to snap at any moment and wanted it so bad. “‘M gonna cum on y’fingers, Sir!”

Hearing your most recent cry, he pulled his digits from your cunt out. “No, no, I was so close!” you wailed, another set of tears streaming down your face.

“Don't be selfish.” he growled, turning you around to face him. Your legs wobbled, barely able to stand and he hasn't even fucked you yet. Swiftly, he pushed you down to your knees; they collided with the cold wooden floor. You were sure that your knees and pussy were going to be bruised. “Open.” he commanded, hands harshly gripping your chin. You opened your mouth, tongue poking out.

“Good girl,” he praised and tugged your head under the robes he was wearing. Under the dark robe you immediately found his painfully hard dick pressed against your face. Taking it into your mouth, your cold hands wrapped around it. He shivered at your touch.

His hand grazed over your head and roughly he slammed from your mouth to your throat, forcing you to take him whole. You choked in response, your spit spreading all over your lips and his dick. “That’s right, suck that shit.” he groaned, head tossing back; he began thrusting in your mouth.

Your mind was getting fuzzier each time his tip hit the back of your throat. You couldn’t think straight: cockdrunk. Your arousal trickled down your legs and you started rolling your clit on the heel of your foot. Feeling the pleasure slowly build up, you moaned. The vibrations of your satisfaction shocked his body, giving him an extra boost of pleasure that dispersed all around. “Goddamn that mouth, baby.”

You hummed against him in response, pushing him to the edge. A long string of ‘fuck, y/n’ left his mouth, as a long of string of cum left his tip. His cum shot into your mouth and you gladly swallowed with a dumb smile. Getting out from under the robe, Draco saw how much of a fucking mess you were. All cock drunk, spit on your mouth, makeup and tears smeared, hair a mess.

Tilting his head to the side, he reached for your chin again and realized that you’ve been humping your own foot trying to get off the whole time you were sucking him off. “Aww, been trying to get off by humping your own foot? You are a needy little girl, aren't you?” he laughed and heat rushed to your cheeks- the both of them.

“Only needy f’your cock, and only yours!” you drunkenly said, pouting at him.

“And how do I know you're only needy for mine?”

That’s how you ended up laid on the couch, him in between your thighs carving his initials on your inner thighs. You felt every pierce and prick of the blade peeling into your soft flesh. “Now tell me. Who do you belong to, pet?”

“Y- Draco Malfoy, you!” you sobbed, teeth biting onto your bottom lip to suppress the pain, while he continued to carve. Your blood dripped from his initials, creating a design he loved. “Perfect,” his sadistic smile hid behind the mask, but his actions spoke louder.

Again, you were bent over on the couch, pussy spread open for him. “Look at this, pussy always ready for my cock.” he murmured more to himself, knife in hand.

Your poor cunt: aching, hot, bothered, all wanting to be filled up by him.

His hand with the knife laid on your back, the other; empty, holding your waist to stabilize himself while he lined his cock up to your tight hole. Teasing, he took his tip and started caressing your pussy with it. “Draco, fuck me- dont tease!” you whined, hips pushing back.

“You want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you.” His dick immediately slid in vigorously, with a lethal pace. You yelped, eyes wide open and rolling back. His arm that was on your back snaked around your throat, putting you in a choke hold. The blade, right beside your throat.

“Isn’t it funny? How easily could I just cut that pretty little throat of yours? And the fact that you’d let me.” he whispered the last part into your ear, a shiver went down your spine feeling his hot breath on your skin as your nerves bunched up.

You had no words to say back, all you could do is nod in submission. God when you're with him, your knees become weak, stomach turns, core aches, you want all of him.

Your skin clapped with his, the room became hot and smelt of sex: hot, dirty and filthy. His thrusts were out of this world, mind consuming because all you could think about were how many times he was going to slide in and out of you until you both ran out of stamina. But, Draco Malfoy would never run out of stamina when it came to you. He’d fuck that pussy of yours everyday if he could. He loved the taste and the feel of when you clenched around his cock; straining it and bringing him closer to release.

Rough rolls of his hips still painfully vigorous, thrashing your body back and forth.Your hands came to the top of the couch, gripping it with such force trying to stabilize yourself; the couch began to move with the two of you. “Take this damn dick, bitch.” he snarled, pressing your back closer to his chest. Your hands came up to hold onto his arm.

His other hand climbed to your stomach and he cupped you where his cock was moving in you, “You feel that, baby? How deep I'm inside of you, how I'm rearranging those pretty guts around?”

“Yes,” you breathlessly confirmed because he still held you in a choke hold.

Slowing his pace down, he traveled the non sharp tip of the blade from your neck to circling it around your nipple. Your breath was caught in your throat. You heard him let out a scoff mixed with laughter from behind at your reaction. Taking the knife, he placed the blade on your face and pushed it to guide you to his face. Meeting you, he saw the pure terror in your eyes.

“You poor thing. I’m going to have so much fun playing with you.”

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[warlock-enthusiast]

Unless of course, thou shouldst take the crown?

Fandom: Elden Ring (there will be some story spoilers)

Characters: Blaidd x female Tarnished

Rating: Explicit (it is shameless smut)

The Tarnished and Blaidd meet in Caelid.

AO3 link

Part one

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You’ve taken refuge in an old hut. Hidden beneath cliffs and the endless red wastes of Caelid, you’re sighing a breath of relief. The path to Redmane castle is dangerous and filled with nightmares, which will haunt your dreams. You’ve seen people claimed by the scarlet rot, slowly losing their mind and life, and all you can offer is a quick end to their suffering.

And yet, there is Milicent and you're hopefully able to save her. A small act of kindness in all of this.

You’ve washed off the dirt and grime of your path and close your eyes for a brief moment.

Finally some rest. Your shoulders are stiff and your feet hurt and every piece of your equipment carries traces of the rot. It has not been your best day.

Soft, golden hues of reclaimed grace shine through a window that has been barred with planks. It’s a point of safety and your wounds are closed and your immortal soul stronger after a day of fighting.

And you’re not alone, which is so out of the ordinary that your stomach is in knots.

He’s too broad for the chair and hunched awkwardly on the creaking wood. His hulking sword leans against the wall and his cloak covers most of a once comfortable bed. It’s strange to see him without his armor and just in some linen shirt, almost casual and relaxed.

Blaidd watches your movements and the air between you is thick and filled with unspoken things. You rub your neck and try to understand what is going on between you. You haven’t seen each other since Siofra with your paths leading you into different parts of the land.

You’ve become much stronger, but not when he is near you and you can’t control the thoughts running through your mind. All of them seem so depraved.

You look for anything to talk about, anything to quieten your mind. “How long until we reach the castle.”

“Hard to tell. I’m sure the Festival won’t start without us though. We’re the main attraction.” There is a dry humor in his voice, which helps to quench some of your own doubts about the goal of your journey and all the unknowns. But you hope that one day it might be easier to read the expressions on his face and the subtle nuances in his tone.

“I still fear what is expected of us.”

“Using teeth and claws to win against a demi-god that has gone mad with the rot?”

You rub the bridge of your nose. “Hmmm, nothing out of the ordinary then? I vividly remember Godrick and Rennala and that hasn’t been much fun.”

Blaidd shrugs. “Not for us, yes. But who else is trying to put the Lands Between back together again? We have to start somewhere.”

To be fair, some weeks you are not sure what and why you are fighting for. They have banished your kind so long ago and you need to carve out for a place for yourself again. You follow your own train of thoughts as you feel the mood shift slightly. It’s in the way he watches your every movement, how his eyes never leave your body, and how he tries to find a comfortable position in the chair.

This time, there is no immediate danger. You’re clean and well rested and hunger stirs in your body. Maybe it’s longing for a quick escape of your dreary day and of the death that awaits you every waking hour. The need to feel more, someone warm and as eager as yourself. Your last encounter only left you with longing and a desire that shines too bright in your own darkness.

You slip out of your clothing, feeling a draft coming from the thin walls. Blaidd’s eyes match your hunger, but there is a feral note in his gaze. For a brief moment you wonder how it’d be to give in to this and ask him to not control himself. All he’s ever been is friendly, open, loyal to a fault. The thought of him letting his beast take over and just use you for his pleasure is frightening and exciting at the same time.

Maybe he guesses your thoughts or catches a hint of it, because it seems to get warmer in this little hut.

“Tarnished…” A low growl erupts from his throat and you notice the outline of his cock pressing against his breeches.

It’s an invitation.

You touch him once, twice, through the fabric and he closes his eyes and arches his neck. But you’re not patient enough to play a game of teasing and flirting and open his breeches. Blaidd helps with pulling them down his knees and his cock is freed.

Without further ado, you settle between his massive legs, but with him sitting and you standing you’re at a good height to put your hands around his flesh. His girth is enough to make it impossible to close your fingers around him and you lean forward and lick the thick tip. Blaidd’s whole body moves and something akin to a whisper fills the silence between the two of you.

It’s rather encouraging.

You close your lips around him and hollow out your cheeks and suck with all the strength you’re able to muster. Your jaw is already hurting and saliva drips down the corners of your mouth, but you’re so very eager to push him to a point of no return.

Blaidd’s hand is in your hair and he’s surprisingly gentle, supporting your movements instead of dictating a pace. His cock hits the back of your throat and isn’t even half-way in. There is no way that you can take more of him and you let go and glide up and cover his sensitive skin with spit.

A salty scent of precum hits your nostrils and you decide to lick his hard flesh from base to top and back down again. You follow the veins that almost build a map on his flesh. They remind you of his scars.

His cock pulsates beneath your tongue, twitches and moves, and Blaidd closes his eyes and enjoys your eagerness to please him. You get lost in the sensations of your naked body caught between his legs and your mouth on his cock until his voice cuts through your thoughts.

“Tarnished, come up here…”

Suddenly Blaidds hands are around your waist and he easily lifts you up and places your folds just above his cock. He looks at you, waiting for a sign of agreement, which you willingly give. Slowly, he lowers you on his massive girth. The head alone is too much, but he is gentle and holding back for now. You’re wet again and he’s spreading it with his movements, while still keeping you in a strange position just above his lap.

You’re not sure what to do with your arms or legs, but he takes that pressure off you by supporting your weight and it’s comfortable enough.

He starts to rub his cock between your folds and presses the tip against your clit. His heat meating a bundle of nerves and forces your body to react. Him constantly putting pressure on there almost hurts and you moan, which only excites Blaidd further as you feel his cock stir between your legs.

You find yourself not minding being manhandled like this. It’s nice to not have to take care of yourself for once and his taste is fresh on your lips and life is good right now.

It shouldn’t be a surprise about how easily he keeps you in place, considering how strong he seems even without his armor or weapon.

Blaidd finally lowers you on his cock, easing his grip slightly. As your body fully surrounds him, he lets out a loud, growly moan. You sit there unmoving for a few seconds and try to get used to him. In this position it’s even deeper and just … more. Pain and pleasure mix so easily these days.

He is watching and waiting for you to take the next step, because he is yours now and both of you know.

You need to stretch your legs wider to find a position, which allows you to ride him. Positioning your hands on his chest grants you more leverage. The pain soon ebbs away and you’re caught in the pleasure of Blaidd and yourself and he places a big hand on your ass and starts to knead your flesh.

Instead of up and down you move forwards and backwards again, closing your thighs as much as you can to cause more pressure.

He uses his free hand to place his forefinger against your clit, bringing you to rub yourself against it with every move of your hips. The direct stimulation and how close you are to him sends shivers down your spine and legs and your moans echo through the night.

“Blaidd…” Using his name, because you want him to know how he makes you feel and you grind harder and faster against him, wanting to push yourself over the edge and maybe again after that. Pleasure builds and erupts and your back hurts from all this moving as you ride and grind and forget about everything as your inner muscles clench and release.

As if stars are dancing in front of your eyes.

His cock swells even more before he spills himself in you. Blaidd’s hand on your ass is strong enough to leave a bruise or two or maybe the whole imprint of his hand. He keeps his snout shut to quench the howl that wants to escape.

Your hair is plastered to your forehead and you wonder when you’ve gotten so sweaty. Your chest is heaving and you’re not sure if you are actually able to move. Noticing the smell of sex surrounding you the reality of your coupling stares at you and makes you blush.

Blaidd pulls you in for a hug and you feel his heartbeat against your naked chest. You press your face into his soft fur as he rests his head on your shoulder. It tickles your cheek, but also hides the redness of your face. With both of you out of breath you need a moment to find your voice again, but what to say? There are no words to describe how you feel at this very moment. How warm and protected, how full of him and your tender emotions.

He nuzzles your neck and you know how hard it will be to leave.

[quietelden]

I very recently decided to be a big boy and unlock my alt on twitter so now I can direct you to my smut when I draw it 😎

CW for general Godrick body horror, I gave him the grussy because I can.

[i-eat-cars-and-berriesss]

Hello, welcome to my blog! My name is primarily KD, but I also go by Kaciro. I'm an Indo-Caribbean, who is straying from labels rn but I identify as a bisexual. Somewhere, somewhere I'm on the ace spectrum. I'm here and I have sporadic, chaotic interests. I love my dog, that is the first thing you oughta know about me!!! Oh, and sometimes I touch on my culture and roots. Everyone probably knows me for my unhinged, decent posts + incorrect quotes but I'll try to keep this more generalized. but you def will catch me straying into specific fandoms (like Disney). 💫 Pronouns: She/Them but Fae/Faer will do too. 🍄 My Carrd (finally!!!) 🍁 I have tons of things that I’m associated with as a multifandom lover. I have improved this blog from before/can interact better, so I'm proud of that. ALSO, Send me asks for fun lmao

(Btw I love the color blue💕💕, if you can, ask why)

🚶🏽‍♀️👈Get thee gone from my gate, thou jail-crow of Mandos if you are a (DNI List):

Dream stan

Boyfriends stan

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A terf

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Ableist

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FNAF (yes, the entire franchise)

Bendy & the Ink Machine (my childhood!)

Incorrect quotes (is that a fandom? idk)

Classical and modern literature

TF2 (im a gaymer)

Mandela Catalogue

The fandom of "Liking fictional and irl people (Con O’Neill, Henry Cavill, and Peter Steele)" (not really romantic)

PoTO

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Baki the Grappler

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Dead Dove fics/very angsty fics

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Paleontology

AoT

Courage the Cowardly Dog

TWD

WoF (Tui Sutherland's works)

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Avatar (James Cameron)

DHMIS

TMA

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MLP

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Tokyo Revengers (eh)

Always Sunny in Philadelphia 

House of Wax/Slashers

Night in the Woods

Bojack Horseman

Monster Prom

💦Who I would simp for (if I can admit) :

Lan WangJi from Mo Dao Zu Shi

Sauron from Tolkien's Works

Asterius from Hades (2018)

Izzy Hands from Our Flag Means Death

Red Guy from Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

Zeke Yeager from Attack on Titan

Gabriel from The Mandela Catalogue

Kakyoin Noriaki from Jojo's Bizarre Adventures: Stardust Crusaders

Kaeya Alberich from Genshin Impact

Lisa from Genshin Impact

Glamrock Foxy from Five Nights at Freddy's: SB

Godrick the Grafted from Elden Ring

Death from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

Miguel O'Hara (Spider-man)

🍪Comfort Characters:

Simba from the Lion King

Ballister Boldheart from Nimona

Mort Mordecai from Madagascar

Bonnie from Five Nights at Freddy's

ahhh, this is crigne but know that LWJ 🐰 and Sauron 🌋 came before any other of my blorbos lol. i do write time to time, so read those snippets on my ao3! now enjoy yourself, running thru my blog! enjoy this bullshitery and have a good day!

Also, new and better ao3 account with my Hae~ and pinterest and twitter 🌸

Update: keeping to myself to finish fanfic projects I’ve started. I've been simping real hard for a stoner, so I may be a furry... sorry not sorry about liking the freaky bastard Godrick tho. also getting back into reading and picked up danmei. Good luck to me.

[my-unmanageable-mischief]

Life Changing

For the anon who requested Prompts- 49,35,61 with Harry/Female Reader

Not platonic for sure.

Can u please do it for me? PLEASEEEEEEEE

#35 : “If you can’t sleep...we could have sex?” #49 “I’m pregnant” and #61 “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I‘m done working.”

Warning !! Smut ahead!! 

Harry Potter x Reader

You tossed and turned, then turned and tossed, stealing more covers from your boyfriend’s side of the bed every time you moved. You sighed, rolling over onto your back, staring at the ceiling, kicking the blanket down to your feet. Harry rolled over and looked at you.

“What’s up?” He asked quietly, reaching over to gently touch your shoulder. 

“I can’t sleep.” You whined, crossing your arms over your chest. “Am I keeping you up?” He smiled and chuckled softly, 

“A bit,” He admitted before scooting over to you in bed, rubbing your shoulder gently, with a small smirk. “You know... If you can’t sleep... we could have sex?” He offered and you snorted, rolling onto your side to look at him.

“I remember when you used to have game,” You teased and Harry grinned at you widely.

“Love, I never had game.” You leaned over and kissed him gently.

“I know, that’s why I love you.” Harry kissed you again, deeper this time, the hand on your shoulder trailing down to rest on your waist before slipping up under his t-shirt that you were wearing. You broke the kiss and pulled back slightly to smirk at Harry, who groaned, trying to chase you with his lips. 

“Come back here,” He complained, trying to grab you, making you giggle. 

“And why should I?” You teased as Harry moved to lay on top of you, trapping you beneath him, you grinned up at him. 

“Because you love me?” He made puppy dog eyes at you and you giggled again before leaning up to kiss him. He kissed you back deeply, using one arm to prop himself up as the other one found its way back up under your shirt. He kissed down your neck, leaving little nips as he went, and as his hand went higher under your shirt. He cupped your breast, giving your nipple a pinch as he sucked a mark onto your collarbone. You let out a squeak that turned into a moan. 

“Don’t you dare mark me up, Potter, I have work,” You managed to get out between moans. Harry smirked into your neck, peppering the mark with gentle kisses. 

“Wear a turtleneck.”

“It’s August!” You laughed. Harry sat up and straddled you, bringing you into a sitting position as well so he could slip the t-shirt off over your head. You flopped back down as he tossed the shirt towards your laundry basket before he was down on your again, kissing all over your now exposed chest. 

“Merlin, I love your boobs,” He muttered against your skin, and you laughed loudly, tossing your head back as he ravished you. 

“You’re ridiculous.” You continued to laugh as he kissed his way back up to your lips, pressing himself into you so you could feel how hard he was against your thigh. You moaned into his mouth and pressed back against him. 

“You love it,” He whispered against your lips and you nodded your head. 

“I do, I love it, I love you,” Harry rocked his hips against yours again and you moaned loudly, one hand going back to grab the headboard, the other one tangling in his messy curls. 

“Tell me what you want, love, tell me.” He murmured, going back to his mark he started on earlier, darkening it. He wanted the whole world to see that you were his. 

“Please, Harry, I want you inside me,” You nearly begged, giving his curls a light tug, “Please baby,” Harry smirked down at you, pulling back enough to look down at you. 

“Tell me how much you want it,” 

“Harry!” You whined out, bucking your hips up to try and gain some friction, “Please! I want you inside me so badly, I want to feel you in me, I need it, please, I need it,” You begged the man above you who smirked happily at your words. 

“Tell me-”

“Harry Potter,” You grabbed at his bare arms, trying to pull him down to you, “Now,” 

“Someone is impatient,” He chuckled, leaning back down to kiss you passionately. You wrapped your legs around him, using them to pull him closer. Harry moaned into your mouth, feeling how wet you were through your thin layers of clothing. He pulled back again, making you whine, but when he lifted your hips and removed your underwear you smiled contently. He wiggled out of his own boxers and grabbed you, rolling over so you were on top of him, “I wanna see you ride me,” 

“Yes, baby,” You assured, placing both hands on his chest as he gripped your waist and helped ease you down onto his throbbing erection. You moaned out loudly as you felt him fill you up, and you began to move your hips-slowly at first. 

“God you’re so beautiful,” Harry murmured, grip on your waist tightening as he moaned himself, “I’m so lucky, fuck,” You began to move yourself faster and Harry threw his head back in ecstasy, moaning your name. 

“I love you,” You moaned out, “Godrick, I love you so much,” Your hips were faltering and Harry moved, spinning you back underneath him. He thrust into your deeper, kissing you as he fucked into your slow and deep. 

“Tell me how much you like it,” He begged. You chuckled, scratching a hand down his back as the other one pushed his sweaty hair from his face. 

“I love it, like doesn’t even-/oh/- cover it! I love when you’re inside me, I love feeling you deep in me, it feels so good,” 

“That’s right,” Harry quickened his pace, chasing both of your climaxes, “Good girl,” You moaned loudly, feeling your stomach tighten. 

“Right there, right there,” Harry made sure he was hitting the spot he knew drove you crazy. With every thrust you felt closer and closer.

“Come for me baby,” He whispered, kissing you all over your face, “Show me how much you love it,” You threw your head back and moaned his name loudly, gripping him tightly as you pulsed around him, coming hard. Harry moaned in response, and his thrusting became erratic as he came to his own orgasm, releasing deep inside of you. When he was done he collapsed into you, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I love you,” 

“I love you too,” You laid with him for a few minutes before nudging him, “Now get off me, let me go clean up,” 

“Can’t we just go to sleep?” He whined, finally pulling out of you and rolling onto his side, pulling you close, you made a face. 

“You’re gross,” 

“You’re gross,” He mimicked you, grinning, eyes already closed, “Come on, just go to sleep, we can clean up in the morning. I’ll even do the laundry.” You cuddled up into his side, pulling your blanket up around you. 

“My hero.” 

  You shuffled around the living room of your tiny little flat, glancing at Harry as you straightened up and he went through paperwork. You needed to talk to him, but it seemed like every moment was a bad moment. Either you were both at work, he was working at home, or Ron and Hermione were over. But you had something you needed to tell him. 

“Baby?” You asked, coming up behind him, “Can you take a little break?” Harry reached behind him, grabbing your hand, but he didn’t look up from his paperwork. 

“I’m almost done, love, give me another hour or so,” You frowned, letting go of his hand. Harry turned to look at you and saw the look of disappointment on your face, so he beckoned you over. 

“Hm?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest, pouting slightly. 

“C’mere,” He pulled you to him, pulling you down for a quick kiss. “What’s wrong?” 

“I just need to talk to you,” You muttered, looking down at your feet. Harry took your hand again and squeezed it tightly.

“I need to get this work done, love,” You sighed. You knew he did, but you really needed to talk to him. 

“I know,” Harry tugged at you again, pulling you into his lap and placing another gentle kiss on your lips. 

“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I‘m done working.” He offered, and you smiled softly at him.

“I’ll get in your way,” You protested, and he shrugged, brushing your hair from your face.

“No you won’t, just sit right here.” You changed positions, straddling the man and resting your head on his shoulder as he went back to work. You felt sorta silly, sitting there like a clingy child, but it felt nice to be held by your boyfriend, even if he was doing work. You sat like that for over an hour, you began to doze off in his arms as Harry continued his work. Occasionally he would take a break from writing to run his fingers over your back, or to kiss your temple. Eventually the man set his pen down and leaned back in his seat, pulling you away from him far enough to look at you. 

“All done,” He announced and you smiled happily.

“Good, I’m glad I could help,” You teased and he smiled chuckling, leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips. 

“Help you did, I’ll have to start bringing you to work everyday,”

“I’m sure they won't mind,” You joked, Harry rubbed his hands up and down your back. 

“What did you want to talk about, love?” You looked down at your laps and shrugged slightly, “Why don’t we go sit on the sofa, hm?” He offered, nudging you off of him. You got up, leading the man over to the sofa, who pulled you close again once you were seated, “Now what’s up?” You sighed, leaning on him. 

“Do you want a family?” Harry tensed up slightly, before wrapping his arm around you. 

“With you?” He clarified and you chuckled slightly.

“No with your mistress, yes with me,” Harry hummed in thought before nodding. 

“When I picture our future together there are usually little ones running around, yes. Why?” You sucked in your breath. Future. Not now. What if he was upset? What if he didn’t want to be a father right now? What if- “Y/N? What’s up?” 

“I’m pregnant,” You spoke softly, Harry’s eyes went as wide as saucers.

“What?” You tried to pull away from him, but he grabbed you, “You’re serious?” 

“No I just thought this was a good prank,” You snapped, “Yes I am serious,” 

“Y/N,” He soothed you, pulling you into him again, “Oh Y/N, that’s great! That’s... that’s brilliant, oh god, I’m going to be a dad?”

“Yes.” 

“We’re going to be a family?” 

“Yes, if you want to be.” You muttered, and he pulled back, looking at you.

“If I want to be? What are you talking about, of course I want to be,” 

“You’re not upset?” 

“Upset?” He questioned, “I’m the happiest man on earth! You’re going to have our child!” He grinned widely and you smiled back, feeling the worry ease from your shoulders. He continued to grin widely, “I need to call Ron and Hermione!” You threw your head back and laughed at that. Of course he did. Harry grabbed your face gently and pulled you in for a kiss. “I love you so much,”

“I love you too, Harry.”