Kinky fanfics~

Why hello, lovely! (18+ Readers Please~~) Hope you like what you read! Requests are always welcome, however, I am selective about which I do, so if yours is not done, I apologize! If you want it done for sure, I offer commissions! It makes me very happy to hear if you liked my stories!

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Stanley Pines x Reader, a bit of blood

You should have been more worried.

There had been...zombies. Zombies, and Stan had protected you, Dipper, and Mabel from them. Now, you sat cross legged on your guest bed and Stan appeared in the doorway, suit torn, hair a mess, fez missing, lip split.

A drip of blood trailed down to his chin and he wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. You followed the motion, telling yourself you were just worried about him and ignoring the way your mouth watered.

"You alright, toots?" Stan asked. You nodded, and only then did he relax and step into your room, as if finally able to pass a barrier.

"That was...amazing, Stanley," you said softly, and Stan chuckled, shrugging his broad shoulders.

"It was nothin'." You stood just before he was within your reach and gripped the lapels of his jacket.

You didn't know what to feel. Relief that he seemed ok, as you smoothed your hands down his chest. Residual fear from what had happened. And a deep, shameful feeling, one that you wouldn't-couldn't-voice.

Stanley had been a vision. Powerful swings of his fists, brass knuckles gleaming in the dim light of the shack, all determination and skill and...

You weren't sure you had ever wanted someone so badly.

".......just protecting you." You blinked, refocusing, eyes trained on his mouth, realizing Stan was still talking. A light flush colored your cheeks. You couldn't allow yourself to get lost in thought like that.

Stan was staring at you now, though, head cocked, eyes slightly narrowed.

"What'cha thinking about, doll?" He asked, and took a step closer. You shook your head.

"Just how good you are to us," you said, which was true, but also a lie by omission.

"Mn," he hummed, "I'm not sure that's all." And suddenly his hand was at your chin, bloody thumb at your lower lip and smearing red across your mouth. You gasped, body going rigid, and Stan's eyes went just a bit darker.

"I knew it. I thought I knew that look. You thought just because I was busy taking care of my family that I wouldn't notice that my girl was wantin'?" His voice had dropped considerably, resonating in the marrow of your bones and dropping to the spiking heat between your legs. "You like a little rough, don't you? Like knowing that I can keep you safe."

You nodded mutely. Stan pressed his thumb against your lips and parted them, slipping his finger into your mouth to press down on your tongue. Your eyelids drooped, reveling in the coppery taste as you sucked on his finger without a second thought.

"Ooh, there's a good princess. Good little bloodslut." You moaned, face aflame, and Stan smirked wickedly. "Thought I didn't know, did you? Oh, no. I've just been waiting for the right time to call you out." He yanked his finger out of your mouth, leaving you gasping into his immediate kiss, all tongue and teeth and the overarching taste of his blood.

His calloused fingers made their way past the waistband of your pants and he groaned into your mouth as he made contact with your already soaked panties.

"Fuck," he murmured into your mouth as you moaned against him and squirmed. "You want this bad, huh? Want me to bloody you up a little?"

"Yes," you gasped as two of Stan's lovely, thick fingers fucked up into you and spread.

"Gonna look lovely in red, pumpkin," he cooed, voice sacharine and dangerous. "Gonna mess you up. Would you like that?"

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Writing Commissions

Hey y’all! Long time no see. Sorry it’s been so long, I graduated and then had to get a more full time job, etc. Adulting. Blah. Anyway, my job is actually being remodeled which means I’m out of work for a month and a half. Which also means that I’m free to do more writing without a full-time job to take up my time! So I thought I would try to open up commissions to make up the income that I’m losing these weeks.

I will write for any fandom that I know-Feel free to inquire if your fandom is not on this list! The ones I can think of right now are:

-Mystic Messenger

-Various Otome Games (Code: Realize, Collar x Malice, Nameless, etc)

-Hannibal

-Dragon Age

-Mass Effect

-Penny Dreadful

-Kingsman

-Legend of Zelda

-Game of Thrones

-Persona 5

-Final Fantasy XV

-Lord of the Rings

I specialize in reader inserts, as you all know, but I might do other things. Feel free to ask. I can write angst, fluff, you name it, though I think I’m best at smut to be honest. I will write any kink except anything pedophilia, non-con (dub-con is ok, I think), beastiality, scat/waterplay, or incest related. 

I specialize in BDSM, monsters, dirty talk, humiliation, and many other kinks. I genuinely love studying kink and writing it. Don’t be afraid to ask! My usual rules as stated on my blog do not apply to paid commissions. You can read my current work at http://awhorewhowrites.tumblr.com/tagged/nsfw.

My rates are $1 per 100 words. So 500 words is $5, 1,000 words is $10, etc. I take payment through paypal, and perhaps giftcards tbh, because that might be easier for some people. I will ask for payment up front, and once you’ve paid I will have your commission done before 2 weeks are up. Hopefully faster.

If interested, you can contact me through tumblr messaging/asks! Thanks for reading!! Love you darlings~!

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Commission for Sketchygalore

Here you are, love! Hope you like it!! <3 @sketchygalore

Word Count: 3,069

Requested: Pain, degradation, Sauron and Morgoth being sadistic af. I hope I delivered~

    You were so cold without your Master.

    Water dripped from the stone above you into a slowly growing puddle. The chains that bound you rattled as you squirmed, goosebumps scattered over your entire body. You were naked, hung from the ceiling this morning at Morgoth’s command. Sauron had ghosted his hands all across your body as he had strung you up, fingering the bruises and lashes left by the two of them the night before, almost fond. Morgoth sneered something about sentiment, and Sauron had almost flinched, glaring towards you. You knew where it was really directed, even in your addled state.

    You were just barely able to flatten your toes and the balls of your feet against the ground. It steadied you just enough, gave you some relief against the pain of the manacle worn skin. It was quiet in the room aside from your breathing and the drip of the water. The sun had been gradually dipping lower, the room going from yellow in the light to a deep, soft orange, and now darker as night fell.

    They would be back soon. As cruel as they were, they wouldn’t leave you like this all night. It was a test of your resolve not to call for them, a test of your loyalty to not want help.

    And you didn’t. You wanted to please them more than you wanted food, or water, or even oxygen. It hadn’t always been like this.

    You didn’t want to remember what it had been like before them. Before they were all you knew.

    The heavy latch of the door twisted and clanked, and the dungeon cell opened to your Master bathed in soft torchlight, a smirk to his lips and one eyebrow raised.

    “You’re still here,” Morgoth hummed, speaking almost to himself, and he stepped inside, closing the cell behind him. He took in the darkness of the room and you heard him sigh, relighting the torches that Sauron had put out that morning.

    We are her light, Sauron had said, his golden hair like sunbeams in the torchlight. She needs no other but us.

    Morgoth had scoffed. We are her darkness, he had amended. And she will bask in us until we deign otherwise.

    “I half expected you to have called for help by now,” Morgoth said, stepping closer to you and examining your wrists. They were near raw from the chains, and it hurt so badly, but it was worth it to see the pleased lilt to Morgoth’s lips.

You shook your head quickly. You wouldn’t call for help. They wouldn’t want you to. Besides, no one would come.

The red of his eyes seemed ever brighter as he took you in, purring under his breath. “Pathetic, really, that you’re so reliant on us that you allow yourself to be strung up like a piece of meat.” He chuckled, low in his throat, and you felt your face heat, even after all this time, all the insults and humiliation they’d put you through. “Ah, still you have shame?” He tapped your cheek with two of his long fingers. “One would think you would have learned by now.”

    He circled you, eyes trailing across your ass, your chest, all the marks, barely healing. “You know this wasn’t even a punishment, don’t you?”

    You noded. Of course you knew. Their punishments are much, much worse. Only pain, only neglect, so you learn how reliant you are on them for your life.

    “Hm, good. Now, you know what I want to hear.”

    “Thank you, Master,” you rasped, voice weak, like the rest of you. “Thank you…for coming back, for my day to think about you-Ah!”

    Morgoth smacks your ass, right over a bruise, and your sentence caught off into a moan. “What a sweet, pathetic little thing,” he cooed. “All you’re good for is waiting for me, for pleasing me like a cheap whore. Desperate for whatever I give you.” He smacked your ass again, and then wandered towards the walls of the cell, where he had several implements hanging from a rack.  “Tell me what you want. Maybe I’ll give it to you.”

    “Pain,” you gasped out. “Please, Master, I need it!” Why waste time with feigning innocence, pretending you didn’t know exactly what you wanted. You’ve felt nothing but the cold all day, you wanted something else. Something only your Master could give you.

    “I suppose, since you beg so nicely.”

    The first lash of the crop stole the breath from you, Morgoth giving you no warning. You lurched forward, trying to get away on instinct, and the sting of your wrists only added to the pain. Morgoth did not let up, whipping you in quick succession. Your ass burned, heat from it bleeding into the rest of your body.

    You were no longer cold.

    He concentrated his lashes over already forming welts. You heard the hiss of his breath, the whistle of the crop through the air, your own yelps and whimpers. Your fingers flexed in the chains, and you dug your nails into your palms, desperate for more despite yourself. He struck hard enough to split your skin and you screamed for him, the warmth of the blood leaking down the curve of your ass.

    “Filthy painslut,” he growled, and you were lucky enough to catch the soft moan that escaped him as he dragged his fingers through the blood. His fingers dipped lower, around the front of your waist to between your thighs, and he snickered as he felt the slick leaking down your thighs.

    “So wet for me already,” he said. “Just from a lashing?” He didn’t wait for your answer, flicking your clit instead to draw out a whimper. He spread his fingers, opening you up, the cold air of the cell a shock to your cunt-

    “What are you doing?”

    Your head snapped up at Morgoth’s voice to see your Master standing in the now open doorway, face twisted in rage.

    …Wait, Morgoth?

    You heard a sigh from behind you, and a soft shimmering gold light bathed the cell for a moment before it was gone. The fingers rubbing your clit were thinner now, skin paler, not the ashen color of Morgoth himself, and you felt your face go ghostly in Morgoth’s glare.

    “You dare start without me, Sauron?”

    “You were taking too long, my Lord,” Sauron said. You could hear the near pout in his voice. “She was waiting, strung up like a present-“

    “I recall what my whore looked like before I left her this morning,” Morgoth snapped, and kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot. Unlike Sauron, he locked it.

    Sauron’s hands left you and he took a step back as Morgoth stalked towards you. His gaze was impassive until his eyes landed on your ass, still leaking blood in rivulets.

    “You…you marked her? Without my permission or supervision?” His voice was ice against your skin, and he dug his nails into the open slice on your ass. You keened, unsure yourself if it was pleasure or pain. “And you did it while looking like me? I am a god!”

    Sauron said nothing, eyes narrow, and Morgoth snarled. “Step back,” he commanded, and Sauron did so. “You will stay there until I decide otherwise.”

    Sauron bore his teeth. Morgoth rolled his eyes, the red in them darker now. “You touched what you know is mine, Sauron. And now you will pay the price.”

    “She is our toy,” Sauron said, and Morgoth chuckled. There was no mirth in it.

    “She is mine, and I gift her to you to use if I see fit to do so. It seems…You need to be reminded.” He sidestepped to your front and cocked his head. “And you, little slut, you couldn’t tell that he wasn’t me?”

    You couldn’t answer him. The fire in his eyes was smoldering and sharp, a promise of punishment no matter what you said. If you said you knew it wasn’t him, it would be a lie, and the night would go worse for you. Admitting you didn’t know, however, would be worse, as you should know your Master better than you know yourself.

    “I shall have to teach you a lesson, you worthless whore.”

    Morgoth’s hand shot to your neck. His fingers curled around you, his hand so large against the length of your neck. His fingertips dug into your skin and he squeezed, allowing you one gasp of air before he cut it off completely.

    “I cannot believe I have not done this before,” he said. “Bruises and wounds alone tell no one that you’re mine.” He looked to Sauron, who licked his lips. “Hand me a knife.” Sauron took his time picking one, Morgoth turning his attention back to you as he did. He nipped at your jaw, dragging his teeth across your skin, before biting down deep at the junction of your neck and ear. You made a pathetic sound deep in your chest, unable to get any air out past his hand. Your vision blurred at the edges, and Morgoth licked at the punctures he left.

    Morgoth held out his hand and Sauron handed him the knife he’d picked-A long bladed dagger with an ornate handle of runes and silver. “Perfect,” Morgoth murmured against your skin. You barely heard him, shuddering as his fingers tightened. He clicked his tongue, letting go of our neck and watching you as your mouth gaped and you gasped for air. “She can’t even hold her breath for me,” he whispered, as if lamenting something incredibly sad.

    He dug the knife, tip down, into your stomach, and you let out a raspy scream as he started to write in sprawling, loopy script. Sauron watched from his own jail, too far away to touch, as Morgoth carved you up. It was just deep enough to scar, and he sliced up all his favorite places. He followed the underside of your breasts, your hipbones, cut up your ass, over Sauron’s lashes. He dug the dip of the knife into your nipples but did not write there, only smirked darkly as the tears dripped from your chin.

    You hadn’t even realized you were crying.

    “Now,” he hummed, and pressed his fingertips to your mouth. “Suck. It’s one of the only things you’re good for, so show me why I keep you around.”

    You obliged, feeling a dulling pain and a warmth-probably your own blood-now cooling on your skin. You opened your mouth and he shoved two fingers in, pressing down on your tongue so you gagged as you sucked on him. There was a spark in your mouth, something sharp and tasting of metal, and then all the marks Morgoth had made burned. You felt like you were on fire, lit from the inside out, the flames only escaping through the looping scrawl that he had branded you with. Your eyes rolled back, writhing in your chains, and you heard Sauron groan from behind you.

    “There,” Morgoth purred. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, dragging them against your teeth. He brought them to his mouth and licked the length of them, exaggerated, locked eyes with your half lidded ones as he did. “Now everyone will know you’re mine. Always.” He dipped his head to lick at the marks beneath your breasts. “Property of the god Morgoth,” he whispered. The marks on your hips. “Morgoth’s whore.”

    “What does her ass say, Sauron?” he asked, and Sauron seemed almost surprised to be forgiven so easily, but he lurched forward anyways, hands on your ass immediately. “…Morgoth’s pathetic little slut,” he gritted out. A jab to his pride, to have you branded in something not his name. “Such elegant script for such a useless girl.”

    “Mn, I agree. None the less, I had to brand her. So you would remember. And so would she.” He smacked the burns on your hips and you yelped, panting.

    “M…Morgoth,” you gasped, and he hit you again.

    “You know better,” he snapped. “Piece of trash like you, calling me by name?”

    “Master,” you whimpered, squirming, rubbing your thighs together. You couldn’t help it. It felt so good, everything. You hurt, gods did you hurt, but you needed him. You were his and you weren’t complete and he was still teasing.

    “Ah ah,” he tutted. “You think you’re getting off that easily? After allowing him to play without me?” Sauron let out a breath of a scoff, and Morgoth’s body went taut. “You are not free either, Sauron. You pretended to be me, and that, I should kill you for.” He sighed, as if he wasn’t sure if the idea pained him or not, then his lips curled. “Then again, who else would I trust to take her ass when I want her cunt all to myself?”

     Morgoth cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks so they pressed into your teeth. “What do you think, pet? You’re so wet for us, are you ready to be fucked? Or do you want more pain?”

    “How gracious, letting her choose,” Sauron grumbled, pressing his hips against your ass. Even though the sting you could feel how hard he was. “She’s been soaked since I started with her.”

    “Keep talking and I’ll force you to take care of yourself,” Morgoth snarled. Sauron buried his face in your neck and mouthed at the skin there, biting harshly when your breath hitched. “Time to come down,” Morgoth said. The chains released from the ceiling and you dropped to your knees with a whimper. Your shoulders burned, overstretched and tired, and you couldn’t feel your hands. “Mmn, I think I’ll leave the chains on. Remind her where she belongs.”

    “Desperate and bowing to us,” Sauron added. “Her gods.”

    “You get her mouth,” Morgoth said. Sauron’s eyes snapped to him, a challenge, and Morgoth’s fists clenched. “You’d rather a sterner punishment for impersonating me?”

    Sauron walked to your front and cupped your cheek, before sliding a thumb in your mouth and pulling the side of your mouth wide. “Nn, no, her mouth is fine.” He brushed your hair back from your face and brushed his thumb across your tear stained cheeks, smearing them with your saliva. “Even she knows how to use her tongue.”

    Morgoth stepped behind you, bending at his waist to yank you up by your hips. You steadied yourself on your hands and knees, pain coming and going depending on how you moved. Morgoth kicked your knees further apart, chuckling. “Don’t worry, little slut, you’ll get more pain soon enough. I know you miss it.” He knelt behind you, leaning over you to drag his teeth across your spine. One hand gripped your hips, fingers pressed into his marks, and the other undid his pants just enough to pull himself out. You felt his hardness against your ass and whimpered, so ready for them to fuck you already.

    Sauron slapped your cheek with his cock, drawing you out of your thoughts, and you allowed yourself only a moment to admire the graceful curve of it before you took it into your mouth, causing the blonde to hiss. He bucked his hips, having no care to your breathing-You were practiced by now. You knew how to have them fuck your mouth and not pass out. He tucked your hair behind your ear so you could look up at him through watery eyelashes and he moaned softly.

    “Such a pretty whore,” he murmured, and you felt yourself flush with pride. He was pleased with you. You sucked on him, taking him in as deep as you could and trying to relax your throat. When he started to fuck your mouth, you gagged, and he touched beneath your eyes, wiping away forming tears.

    “Now now,” he whispered. “You should be happy, being used like this. What’s with the tears?”

    Morgoth smacked your ass, annoyed at having the attention stolen from him. He shoved two fingers into you, curling them deep, and then added a third. He pumped them savagely, uncaring, the wet sounds of your cunt only spurring him on. When your whole body was shaking and you were moaning around Sauron’s cock, he yanked his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one fluid stroke. He stretched you out, he always did, and you gasp moaned, the sound muffled by Sauron. Said blonde yanked your hair, forcing you to look up.

    “You’ll have to pay attention, lest…nng…I get jealous,” he said, and Morgoth scoffed.

    “She’s mine first. You’re a second thought.”

    Morgoth’s hips hit your ass with each thrust. The wounds there burned, stung like needles, and his hips came away stained with your blood each time.

    “Listen to her,” Morgoth said, dragging his nails down you back so you cried out. “She loves this.”

    “Nn,” Sauron agreed, hand tightening in your hair. “Her desperate tongue…feels…”

    Morgoth moaned softly, moving faster, chasing his own pleasure. He was everything, the two of them all you ever wanted. “Is my little one going to cum?” Morgoth asked, breathing labored, voice deeper.

    “Yes,” you answered around Sauron’s cock, the word coming out broken around him. You’d been close for what seemed like hours.

    “Then cum,” he commanded, and what could you do but obey?

    You fell forward onto your elbows, Sauron’s cock slipping from your mouth as you came, shaking and moaning like a well fucked whore. Sauron groaned, his long fingers wrapping around himself as he stroked himself to completion, his cum hot on your cut up back.

    Morgoth dug his nails into your hips as he came, letting out a low roar as he did. His release was fire inside you, reminding you that you were still alive, even after all this. He didn’t stop moving until you were scrambling against the floor, voice garbled and desperate. “You want me to stop?” he asked, baring his teeth. “Well…That’s too damn bad.”

    “Y…Yes, Master…” It hurt to speak, your throat tight and well used. Morgoth shoved two fingers into your cunt and gathered the mix of both of your cum. A second later those fingers were at your mouth, a murmur of “Open,” and you sucked Morgoth’s fingers like you would his cock.

    “What a talented fuck toy,” he said, and Sauron laughed, single blonde eyebrow raised at your debauched face.

    “She’s lucky we don’t mind her depravity,” he said, and yes.

    You were lucky.

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Writing Commissions

Hey y’all! Long time no see. Sorry it’s been so long, I graduated and then had to get a more full time job, etc. Adulting. Blah. Anyway, my job is actually being remodeled which means I’m out of work for a month and a half. Which also means that I’m free to do more writing without a full-time job to take up my time! So I thought I would try to open up commissions to make up the income that I’m losing these weeks.

I will write for any fandom that I know-Feel free to inquire if your fandom is not on this list! The ones I can think of right now are:

-Mystic Messenger

-Various Otome Games (Code: Realize, Collar x Malice, Nameless, etc)

-Hannibal

-Dragon Age

-Mass Effect

-Penny Dreadful

-Kingsman

-Legend of Zelda

-Game of Thrones

-Persona 5

-Final Fantasy XV

-Lord of the Rings

I specialize in reader inserts, as you all know, but I might do other things. Feel free to ask. I can write angst, fluff, you name it, though I think I’m best at smut to be honest. I will write any kink except anything pedophilia, non-con (dub-con is ok, I think), beastiality, scat/waterplay, or incest related. 

I specialize in BDSM, monsters, dirty talk, humiliation, and many other kinks. I genuinely love studying kink and writing it. Don’t be afraid to ask! My usual rules as stated on my blog do not apply to paid commissions. You can read my current work at http://awhorewhowrites.tumblr.com/tagged/nsfw.

My rates are $1 per 100 words. So 500 words is $5, 1,000 words is $10, etc. I take payment through paypal, and perhaps giftcards tbh, because that might be easier for some people. I will ask for payment up front, and once you’ve paid I will have your commission done before 2 weeks are up. Hopefully faster.

If interested, you can contact me through tumblr messaging/asks! Thanks for reading!! Love you darlings~!

[awhorewhowrites]

Catching Yoosung masturbating while he smells your panties because he absolutely loves how it smells and tastes, and he'll even get off from you letting him smell you. He would come without even be touched or undressed if you put your panties in his mouth. One time you weren't wearing panties with your dress and he somehow caught a smell and nearly came in his pants from it because you were in public and holy shit he just wants to spend the rest of his life between your thighs

Even better I can’t even.

A+ I love

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Yoosung is a total sub. Just imagine getting him so worked up in public that he can't stop from coming in his pants. He'd get so red and embarrassed, and you'd have to kiss him deeply before whispering in his ear how fucking got that was and how you can't wait to go home and feel him come all over and in you

I have nothing to add. I just. A+

[awhorewhowrites]

Hello~

I’m back! Kinda. I’m in my last semester of school and 350 pages into my novel and dying a lot. But I miss you all and my smut, so I might pop back in more often. Sorry for the wait!

A few announcements:

I am not taking Marvel requests at this time. At all. I fell out of the fandom, if I’m honest. I am also clearing out some of my inbox. I have too many prompts that I am honestly just not feelin’. Sorry, dears! I will try to finish some of the ones I have left.

That being said! I would love requests for Mystic Messenger, Code: Realize, Nameless, any otome game, really, Fire Emblem, Phoenix Wright, uh...I dunno. I just need to do things not Marvel and that I’m into lately :)

Anyway, I think that’s it for now. Sorry again for the hiatus, loves, and I hope to be back more often. Keep sending in requests for non-Marvel and I will hope to write more often~

xx

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okay so wheezes dunno if youre still taking request but if you are can I get one where Thranduil ties up and 'exposes' the reader and makes them cum using his long fingers while Elrond watches? its something ive been dying to read but i cant get anyone to write it for me. thx <3 love ur writing btw

Hello lovely! I am so sorry this took so long, I promised you this absolutely ages ago and then school killed me. But tonight I was feeling the elven kings, so. I hope this doesn’t disappoint! (I really tried to keep them in character, I hope I did!) Also I’ll probably sequel this soon with their turn for pleasure....>.>

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“Just in here, Lord Elrond.”

You heard your King’s voice from just outside your sharedbedroom, and you looked towards the ornate door that hid your current statefrom the rest of the kingdom.

Thranduil, your King of the Woodland Realm, had woken you froman afternoon nap with a chaste kiss and a smirk. You were groggy and confused,and his insistent kisses weren’t helping your state of mind. You barely felthim bind your wrists and ankles to the bedposts with practiced motions. Heignored your sleepy questions, and only when he was finished with the knots didhe kiss you again.

“I want to show you off, precious girl.” He had purred, voicelike silk, and waited for your nod. You could never refuse him, but still hewaited for you to acquiesce. He was so good to you.

Thranduil ran his hands up your body, still naked from themorning’s activities, and kissed each breast, right over your nipples. Histongue darted out and he licked the tips of each, as if he couldn’t stophimself. His eyes met yours as you shuddered. “Do promise to be good.”

“Aren’t I always?” You said, and he chuckled. You felt warm.

“Yes, you are. But I’m going to put you on display for a veryimportant guest. So be on your best behavior. I know you won’t disappointeither of us.” He kissed you again, stealing your breath and leaving youpanting and wanting as he got up to leave. “I’ll be right back.”

You watched him leave, wondering who was so important to yourKing that he would show you to him.

Lord Elrond, the Lord of Rivendell, stood in the doorway, hiseyes fixed, unblinking, on your still form. You looked between him and yourKing, and Thranduil nodded permission to speak.

“Hello, my lord.” You said to Elrond, and he inclined his headtowards you. He smiled, small and impossibly soft.

“Hello.” You could see him hesitating, and you wondered if hewas as confused with what to do or say as you were. He stepped forward into theroom, and Thranduil followed. Your King closed the door behind the two of them,and you heard the lock click.

Thranduil walked to you and leaned over the bed, cupped yourface with both hands, and kissed you deeply. You arched off the mattress,trying to follow him as he pulled away, greedy for breath but greedier for him.

“Take in all of her beauty, Lord Elrond. This is an honor Iafford to very few.”

“She is stunning.” Elrond said softly, and you weren’t sure ifthe comment was directed at Thranduil’s question or moreso for your ears.

“She sounds stunning as well.” Thranduil kept eye contact withyou as he flicked a nipple, and the corner of his mouth quirked at your moan.“Already so loud? I can’t even begin to imagine how loud you’ll be when you cumfor us.”

His voice was teasing, laced with promise, and you bit your lip.

“Oh no, don’t quiet her, Thranduil.” Elrond said. He sat in achair near the foot of the bed, alternating his gaze from your chest, your face,and between your legs. “I imagine she will sound exquisite.”

“…She does,” Thranduil assured him. “I just prefer when she asksto make noise.”

“Please, my King!” Your response was immediate. “Please let memoan for you and Lord Elrond. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Thank you for rectifying your mistake.” Thranduil purred andkissed your jaw. His teeth caught on the skin right under your ear. “I won’ttolerate any more. Remember that.” He twisted a nipple, smirking as you gaspedand arched. “So sensitive.” He clicked his tongue, and you heard Elrond make asoft sound low in his throat.

Thranduil sat on the edge of the bed and cocked his head as he watchedyour chest rise and fall with your breath. “My marks are fading. Quiteregretful.”

You missed the feel of his teeth everywhere, of his fingernailsand his harsh touches. “Give me more.” You said softly, giving him a pleadinglook. “I want to feel what you do for days. I want to remember tonight.”

“Oh, you will, precious. You will.”

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You had started the night wondering if your King would allowLord Elrond to touch you. If you were being honest, you wondered what hiskisses would be like. You imagined that they would be soft, gentle, enough tocommand your every attention without being rough. Lord Elrond didn’t strike youas rough, he struck you as quiet dominance and satisfied smiles.

Thranduil’s teeth pulled you from that particular thought, andyou gasped a moan as he licked at the mark he left on your hip. Lord Elrond,who was gentle, as you thought, but insistent,knelt at the side of the bed, something that you normally might have foundironic, but now you were too lost in his fingers, calloused and perfect andvery intent on making your nipples so sensitive that it hurt. You almost wantedhim to stop. Almost.

“I’m not sure she knows who to pay attention to,” he mused, andThranduil chuckled just before biting down on the underside of your breast. Hiseyes were slits as you arched, but you could still tell he was pleased withyou.

“She loses herself to pleasure so quickly,” he said. “And yet,she still has enough sense to follow my rules.”

Rule 1. Safeword: Dwarves.

Rule 2. Thranduil was not to be referred to by anything but ‘MyKing.’

Rule 3. Be good. Rules for the night might change, aside fromthese three. But always be good.

Their fingers were everywhere but where you wanted them most.Thranduil seemed content to stroke up and down your thighs, a calming touch incontrast to his mouth, and Lord Elrond was entranced by coaxing moans from yourmouth with his nails on your breasts.

Smack!

Thranduil’s palm landed open and harsh on your thigh, and youkeened. Lord Elrond moaned against you.

“Perhaps it’s time we give her reason to moan louder,” he said,and Thranduil smirked. He looked wicked. You shivered.

“Yes, she has been soaking the sheets for some time,” he said,and those long, perfect fingers were dragged up your dripping entrance. “Areyou interested in seeing her cum, Lord Elrond?”

They spoke about you like you weren’t here, which made your bodyheat impossibly more.

“Very much so,” Lord Elrond murmured, and his eyes flicked toyour face and settled there as two of Thranduil’s fingers slid deep inside ofyou and curled towards your hipbone.

“M-My King!” you gasped, head falling back in a moan as hestarted to pump and twist his fingers. The obscene wet noises caused you toblush to the tips of your ears, and Thranduil looked even more pleased by it.

“Ask us if you can cum,” he commanded. “Otherwise, I just wantsounds, no words.”

You nodded, frantic, desperate for more at this point, and herewarded you by adding another finger to fill you. Lord Elrond smoothed yourhair from your face, licking his lips so quickly you almost didn’t catch it. Itwas nice to see his calm façade break for that one small moment. Then his facewas turned away from you and he was on his feet, moving towards Thranduil so hecould watch your King spread and fingerfuck you.

The two pairs of eyes on you pushed you closer and closer asThranduil moved, and before long you were a gasping, whimpering mess. Your hipsstuttered off the bed, and Thranduil pushed them back down and held them stillwith his free hand. His nails dug deep crescent moons into your skin.

“Are you going to cum?” he asked, so casually that you almostfelt ashamed. You hadn’t pleased him yet. This was all for you and it wasn’tright—

His thumb found your clit and you sobbed out a breath. “Yes, pleaaahn! …P-Pleaseee…!”

“Not quite good enough,” Thranduil said, and Lord Elrond’sbreath hitched.

“My King, please!!” Youknew he wanted more, but you couldn’t form a more coherent thought, and he knewit. He spread his fingers wide before dragging them from you, and the emptinesswas unbearable. You let out a drawn out moan, whimpering as the very tips ofhis fingers found you again.

“Should I let her cum, Lord Elrond?”

“Yes.” Lord Elrond’svoice was huskier than you remembered. “I want to watch her come apart.”

“Very well,” Thranduil purred, kissing your hipbone. “You maycome, love, thanks to the generosity of our guest. Give him a good show, now.”

You shook on the bed, your whole body going taut and then limpas you came, your mouth open in a drawn out moan, a litany of thank you’s and gasps. When your visionrefocused, Thranduil was licking his fingers in long strokes of his tongue, andLord Elrond’s fingers were on you now, gathering your sweetness.

“Absolutely stunning,” he said, lips quirking and eyes a lotdarker than you remembered. His tongue darted out to taste you from hisfingertips and he actually moaned.

“You can have as much as you like,” Thranduil said, his voicesuddenly right at your ear. You turned towards him and he kissed you harshly,all teeth and tongue and you tasted yourself on him. “We have all night.”

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Idk but I've been dying for captain America fucking the reader into the mattress and saying "come on baby girl, moan for me" if you could write something with that i would melt into a puddle

Hope this is good, dear! :) If not, I will be more than happy to use that phrase again. I am always up for making people melt into puddles ;)

You have always considered yourself lucky to be dating Captain America.

Steve was such a kind and considerate boyfriend. He held open doors for you, insisted on paying for dinner (You bought desert usually, and Steve did love sweets), and showered you in compliments. You always felt loved when Captain America was beside you.

And you felt especially loved when he was fucking you.Steve loved fucking you. He loved hearing you say his name and seeing you squirm and feeling your nails dig into his shoulder blades and drag down his back. But most of all, he loved hearing you moan.

The sounds of your pleasure did things to him. He would rather pleasure you than get himself off, and it was mutually beneficial to the both of you.

So when Steve walked in to you touching yourself, writhing on the bed with your legs spread and your head back as you moaned, he couldn’t exactly stop himself from grabbing you by the hair and kissing you.

Your hands were at his zipper immediately, desperate and fumbling, but you managed to pull his pants down just enough so that you could free his already hard dick. You lay back, spreading your legs wide as invitation, and Steve was between them in an instant.

No matter how often you two made love, you could not get used to your boyfriend’s size. The man was huge. He pressed against your entrance and you arched your hips up, not worried about how much he would stretch you. More like desperate for it.

He waited until he worked his tip in before he bottomed out in one stroke, and you keened as you watched his eyes roll back.

“So tight…” He moaned, and you gripped his shoulders.

“Move, please!” You bucked your hips in vain, as your super soldier had you pinned down with his body.

“Wait…Just let me-fuck…”

Hearing Steve swear made you shiver and press more of your body against him, and he slowly slid out to slam deep back into you. You gasped, and he did it again, and again, until you were a moaning, shaking mess, begging for more of your boyfriend’s amazing cock.

“Come on, baby girl, moan for me. Juuuust like that…”

You would not deny him that.

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Hiho hope you're having a great day <3 you're so talented and oh jeez your stories *fans self* wow Could you please please please write a fic about Cas and Dean where the read is tied down and Dean tries to teach Cas about all the fun things humans do in bed.

Oh gosh, lovely, you are too kind! I hope you are having a great day as well! I hope you like this, darling! I am not too familiar with Supernatural so I hope I portrayed them accurately. 

“Dean, I’m not sure…”

“Aw, quiet, Cas. This is something you need to know.” Dean smirked, looking down at your naked body. His green eyes were darkened by lust dilated pupils, and you shivered. “Comfortable, baby girl?”

“Yes.” You nodded to Dean, then smiled at Castiel. “You’ll do fine, hun, and there’s not really a way you can mess up. Just follow Dean’s lead, ok? And if you don’t want to do this, I won’t be offended.”

“Even if you accidentally hurt her, she’ll like it.” Dean chuckled, low in his throat, and a corner of his mouth quirked as he murmured. “Gorgeous masochist.”

You blushed, giving Dean a look before focusing on Castiel. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If you want to stay, you can just touch. Dean can show you where, or you can experiment. Everything you do is ok, just talk to me.  That way we can both show each other that we’re alright.”

“I…want to do this.” Castiel said softly, and you smiled again. The angel reached above you to the ties that bound your wrists to the headboard. He kept his eyes on your face, as he had this entire time, and Dean put a hand on his shoulder.

“You can look at her body, Cas. She’s beautiful.”

“Dean, let him go at his own pace.” With your hands tied, you couldn’t do much more than smile or speak, but Castiel gave you a relieved look. “Take it slow, Castiel, and at any point, if you want to stop or take a break, go ahead. This is about what you want too.”

He nodded, giving you a grateful look with those blue puppy eyes of his, then looked between you and Dean.

“I…want to kiss her first, Dean.”

“You have my permission, Cas. You can touch her. This is to learn, remember? Don’t ask me, ask her. I’ll stop you, or she will, if you do anything wrong.”

Castiel pursed his lips, then reached and brushed your hair behind your ears with his fingertips.

“You are so, so beautiful.” He said, as if to himself, and then he pressed his lips to yours.

His lips were chapped, and his kiss too soft, but you sighed under your breath as Castiel’s palm pressed against the side of your face.

“Try biting her lip, Cas. Or kiss her deeper, at least. Like this.”

Castiel pulled back as Dean tapped his shoulder, and he kept his eyes locked with yours as Dean kissed you.

Dean’s kiss was much harder, much more insistent. He always was. He nipped at your lips and slid his tongue into your mouth as you moaned.

You heard Castiel inhale and delighted in it.

Dean smirked down at you as he pulled away. “That’s how she likes to be kissed.”

“Kiss me again, Castiel.” You looked at the angel, who still hadn’t looked away from your face. “I liked yours too. Please?”

“Of course.” Castiel kissed you again, and his stubble tickled your jaw as he imitated Dean. He tugged on your lower lip with his teeth, and your tongues met as you let out a quiet moan.

“That was nice.” Castiel said softly. He licked his lips, nudging you with his nose as you caught your breath.

“Good.” Dean purred. “Keep going. She gets impatient if you kiss her like that and don’t do anything else.”

“Dean!” you hissed, and he grinned at you. He reached and took  your nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinched, and twisted hard as he pulled on it.

You gasped and moaned loudly before you could stop yourself.

“Cas. Do the other one.”

Castiel took hold of your untouched nipple and pinched, gently.

“You can do it harder.” You said softly, and Dean nodded.

“Told you, she likes it rough.”

Castiel narrowed his eyes a bit, but he said nothing, and Dean sighed.

“Be right back, you two.” He turned on his heel and left the room, and you heard Castiel exhale.

“Harder…?” He said softly, a question to himself and to you, but before you could respond he had knelt at the edge of the bed and taken your nipple into his mouth.

“Ah…!” You gasped a moan and felt Castiel stiffen, and he seemed to wait to know it was a sound of pleasure before he returned to sucking. He sucked harder and harder until you arched off the bed, and then he used his teeth to pull hard on your nipple.

“Castiel!” You moaned loudly, and the angel groaned next to you.

“Well, well.” Dean’s amused voice came near your ear, but Castiel ignored him, sucking and pulling at your nipple and rolling it between his teeth. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t a question, but you nodded anyway, and in response, you felt Dean clamp something cold and metal on your free nipple.

The contrast between Castiel’s warm mouth and the cold metal clamp made you keen, and drew Castiel’s attention.

“Dean, that’ll hurt her.” He said, voice low, and Dean tugged hard on the clamp in response.

“I know. She loves it.”

“Dean!” you whimpered, your eyes half lidded to the pleasure, and Dean held out his hand to Castiel.

“Put this one on her other one. Then, you get her up on her hands and knees and I’ll show you how much she loves a good spanking.”

“A spanking, Dean?” Castiel tweaked your nipple, hesitant, but you arched into him again and moaned his name loud as he put on the other clamp. You heard him moan, and he looked at Dean with darker eyes. “Aren’t spankings only for ones who have done something bad, Dean?”

“For naughty girls and boys, Castiel.” Dean leered at you slightly, and you spread your legs a bit simply on impulse. “And isn’t she just.”

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Reminder (August 12, 2015)

Hello loves! I’m gonna start dating these from now on so you know when I post and if it’s still in effect and all.

Anyway. I will tell you all when I am taking Marvel requests again. I promise I’ll post that I’m open to them again. Until then, the same rules are in effect, I am taking Steve, Bucky, Loki, Kurt, Deadpool, and Vision only.

The few requests I’ve gotten for Marvel since I said I wasn’t taking them were so sweet and such, and since you asked so nicely they are on my list. But please, loves, I have so many Marvel requests and “When you do them again, can you…” just makes the list longer. Keep your requests, write them down, I would love to get them when I reopen my inbox for Marvel! Until then, I can’t accept anymore, no matter how nicely worded. Sorry!

If you are one of the people who has sent a Marvel request recently, don’t worry! (And I promise I'm not trying to call you out!) I’m gonna do it. You were so incredibly nice about it and I’m astounded by how sweet you all are and I’m doing them anyway.

(All other requests are still open, including the names I have listed above that I’m still taking. I know it seems strange that I’m taking requests with so many to do but I like picking and choosing what I’m in the mood for. So keep sending them if you have them!)

Thanks for reading and following, lovelies. You are all so kind and I appreciate you sticking with me through my sporadic posts! Means the world. Xx

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hello hello hello! So i don't have a request i just wanted to bring something to attention. In the Deadpool trailer, Deadpool himself said "daddy needs to express some rage" and in the Deadpool video game he made MULTIPLE references to being kinky asf. Therefore, headcanon that DEADPOOL HAS A DADDY KINK AND IS A KINKY MOTHER FUCKER BUT EVERYONE EXPECTED IT BUT I FEEL LIKE ITS KIND OF CONFIRMED. thoughts?

Omg nonny. Dear, sweet nonny. I was going to make a post about Deadpool’s daddy kink and I was like, nah, no one would care but I am relieved someone else does. Headcanon Kinky-Ass-Daddy-Deadpool accepted. Holy gosh. Trailer gave me tingles, man. Haha.Deadpool is one of the most sexually open characters ever, in my opinion, which is fitting. And I love it. Makes for fun writing. Do message again to talk about specific kinks he has, dear, I would love it :) xx

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Hello! I requested the Thranduil/Elrond, and I just wanted to tell you that there's no rush! Feel free to take as much time as you want for it!

Awh, thank you nonny :) I wanna make it good! I’m more excited about how long I think it’s gonna be ;) I’m having a lot of fun with it.

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This is a tumblr hug! Pass it on to your favorite blogs to hopefully brighten up their days! 💜

AHHHHH WHATThank you nonny, omg! Sweetheart <3 I hope you have a great day, lovely!

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Headcanons

I’m doing some writing tonight. I would love to know headcanons you guys have about some characters I’m writing for. I think sexual ones would be most fun but I’ll take any!

Some characters include Thranduil, Elrond, Captain Hook, Benny, Zevran, Bucky, and Steve. Send me any others that you think of for characters not listed, I’m always interested!

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Reminder

I don’t usually take requests for Supernatural aside from Benny and Gadreel. I don’t take Sherlock usually, and I never take Doctor Who. Marvel requests are closed unless they are for Steve, Bucky, and Kurt.

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Can you please write a Supernatural one of Dean Winchester maybe using the reader to /show/ Castiel how to have sex?

To be updated with more.

This also encompasses this ask: Could you please please please write a fic about Cas and Dean where the read is tied down and Dean tries to teach Cas about all the fun things humans do in bed.

“Dean, I’m not sure…”“Aw, quiet, Cas, this is something you should know.” Dean smirked down at you, his green eyes darkened by his dilated pupils. “Comfortable, beautiful girl?”“Yes.” You nodded to Dean and then smiled at Castiel. “You’ll do fine, hun, and there’s not really a way you can mess up if you follow Dean’s lead. Ok? If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.”“I want to.” Castiel said softly, his cheeks turning pink.“You really can’t mess up, Cas.” Dean chuckled. “Even if you accidentally hurt her, she’ll like it.” A corner of his mouth quirked up. “Gorgeous masochist.”You blushed and focused your eyes on Castiel. “Just touch. Dean can show you where, or you can experiment. Everything you do is alright. Just talk to me, ok? That way we can show each other that we’re both alright.”“I understand. Thank you.” Castial reached and fingered the ties that bound your wrists to the headboard. He kept his gaze locked with yours, and Dean shook his head.“You can look at her body, Cas. She’d like it.”“Dean. Let him go at his own pace.”With your hands tied, you couldn’t do much more than smile or speak, but Castiel gave you a relieved look. “Take it slow if that’s what you want, handsome.”He nodded gratefully, then murmured “I want to kiss her first, Dean.”“You have my permission, Cas. You can touch her. This is to learn, remember? Don’t ask me, ask her. She’ll stop you if you do anything wrong.”Castiel pursed his lips, then reached and brushed your hair behind your ear.“You’re so beautiful.” He said, as if to himself, then pressed his lips to yours.His lips were chapped, and his kiss too soft, but you sighed a breath as Castiel’s palm pressed against the side of your face.“Try biting her lip, Cas. Or kiss her deeper. Like this.”Castiel pulled back as Dean tapped his shoulder, the angel’s eyes locked with yours as Dean kissed you.Dean’s kiss was much harder, much more insistent. He nipped at your lips and slid his tongue into your mouth as you moaned. You heard Castiel inhale and delighted in it.Dean smirked down at you as he pulled away. “That’s how she likes to be kissed.” He said.“Kiss me again, Castiel.” You looked at the angel. “I liked yours too. Please?”Castiel kissed you again immediately, and his stubble tickled as he imitated Dean. He tugged on your lower lip with his teeth, and your tongues met as you let out a quiet groan.“That was nice.” Castiel said, and he licked his lips.“Good.” Dean chuckled. “Keep going. She gets impatient if you kiss her like that and don’t do anything else.”“Dean!” you hissed, and he grinned at you. He reached and took your nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinched, and twisted as he pulled on it.You gasped and moaned before you could stop yourself.“Cas. Do the other one.”