ernie

[ernest-rimmingway]

⭐Hi! I'm Ernest Rimmingway, but you can call me Ernie!

⋆⭒˚.⋆⭐ernie

⋆⭒˚.⋆⭐18; turning 19

⋆⭒˚.⋆⭐she/her

⋆⭒˚.⋆⭐mdni blog, so no minors

⋆⭒˚.⋆⭐literally just smutty drabbles

⋆⭒˚.⋆⭐you'll see a lot of ass play, maybe watersports, maybe cnc, but you'll NEVER see: minors, scat, vomit, noncon, beastiality, incest

⋆⭒˚.⋆⭐asks are open!

⋆⭒˚.⋆⭐i write for a lot of fandoms, and i'm VERY versatile

⋆⭒˚.⋆⭐wlw & mlw

None yet! But that's just cause I'm only getting started ⭐

[ernest-rimmingway]

I'm basically live tweeting now 🤣“you big back” 😭 your writing cracks me up (its so good)

Thank you 💖💖💖

I low-key just think of what reader would say realistically and I run with it.

Because in my mind, reader's not like... "Oh, take me now", she's an "okay, I'll allow it" when she has no control over the situation.

She's also told Conquest that 'big back' means 'beloved' on Earth. It's canon.

[ernest-rimmingway]

Like NLE Choppa said?! girl that caught me so off guard I had to put my phone down😭

That's the goal for me. Having people flabbergasted enough to have to put down their cellular device 😭😭

[ernest-rimmingway]

⭐Soft⭐

Tags: [mlw][mdni][watersports][fingering][overstimulation][edging][dacryphilia][clit play][bladder pressing][mentions of cunnilingus][gentle mdom][slight exhibitionism]

honorary tag: @lucky-beheaded ⭐

You're a pet.

Nothing more than a toy to sate the desire of intimacy of a monster. A beast without a name, only a purpose.

Conquest let's out a soft breath, hands moving towards your hips before he pulls you into his lap, face buried in the curve of your neck, bulging muscles wrapping around your form as he takes a deep breath, inhaling that sweet scent that clung to you.

He's not a patient man.

Not in the slightest.

But he would argue that the shift in your scent, from something bitter, akin to a deer being cornered by a hunter to the saccharine scent of clementines and honey, the smell he's only gotten whiffs of between lovers on the planets he's conquered in the name of Viltrum.

You're soft. Pliable. Weak.

Your hands cradle him affectionately, fingertips tracing the scars that adorn his body, traced the sharp, jagged lines of his bones. And he mimics you.

Hands that have crushed worlds cup your jaw, lips that snarl purse sweetly to press kisses against the fat of your cheeks and fingers that have gouged at eyes until rupture....

...circle your clit with slow intensity that makes your belly dip and your mind hazy.

"My little human." He coos softly, strong nose pressed against where your pulse thrums erratically, hands grasping at his bulky forearms, your lashes flutter and sounds slip from your lips. Perfect, rosy lips that part to let out those delightful little noises, glossy with saliva or whatever little thing he brings back from the ruins of worlds he takes.

Massive, corded muscles keep your thighs parted and you don't know how long he's kept you nestled against him, keeping you on the precipice of a world shattering orgasm.

"So.... Fragile, so... Weak. So very... Soft."

Your mind's blank, eyes bleary as you try to control your bladder because like NLE Choppa said, 'don't cum quick, I control my bladder'.

You're convulsing, clawing at his thighs as he keeps you spread so obscenely wide, glistening cunt facing the ajar door of his quarters. It's nerve-wrecking. The fact that anyone could walk in, and just...

Watch.

"So... Soft..." Conquest's free hand moves to press on your lower belly, gentle pressure from a heavy hand and your back arches, lips parting as you take a shaky breath.

You're so, so very close. Your lungs are burning with sounds you've insisted to swallow down, your skin prickles with sweat and teardrops threaten to spill. You've never been edged this long.

Much to contrary belief, Conquest always gives in. Eager to please, even more eager to allow himself the sight of your cunt pulsing, slick slipping past your holes to pool beneath you.

"Wait-wait-wait," the pleas to make him stop fall on half-deaf ears, his fingers slowing to a gentle stroke between your slippery folds, each stroke causes a squelchy noise to slip past your puffy pussy, alongside trickles of slick that soak into the silken sheets beneath you, "I have to... Pee..."

The admission is sheepish. You have no idea why.

This beast of a man has stood in the doorway of his bathroom, watching you relieve yourself with hearts in his eye, his large form filling the entryway and he's proceeded to lap at your cunt, your legs obscenely wide and your hands weakly pushing at his head.

"Then do it." Conquest whispers, hot breath ghosting over your ear and your heart drops to your spine.

"What— no— you big back- I'm not pissing mysel—llff...."

Your eyes roll back in your head when one of his meaty fingers pushes into your cunt, and he groans.

"So... Tight..." He groans, and you can feel the way his cock pushes against your lower back and you're already sweating bullets, trying to figure out how it'll fit when he eventually decides that he wants to fuck you.

You're surprised that he hasn't.

Surprised that he prefers to watch you being split open on thick fingers, his tongue lapping at your glossy cunt while he ruts against the base of his bed.

Rubbing his cock raw as he pushes you past limits that have you seeing limbo before he yanks you back to where you're meant to be.

Wrapped in strong arms.

"Piss yourself." Conquest whispers. Ticklish kisses pressed to your temples, one hand fucking your cunt with slow, deep thrusts, his rough palm grinding against your clit. While the other remains pushing down... Down... Down...

The embarassment comes second to the relief.

Fluids trickling down your thighs, soaking into the sheets and dripping into a puddle on the marble floor and you bring your hands up to hide your face.

And that coil in your belly snaps and you don't know how to feel.

Cumming around his thick finger, grinding your hips against his palm and you're whining, writhing all while making a mess that you're probably going to be too fucked out to clean. But by God, do you intend to.

Your nails are clawing at his thighs, not even ripping a stitch in his uniform and the longer he keeps stroking that gooey spot just behind your clit, the more your mind turns to a hazy mass of mush.

"Fuck... S'too much— s'too much."

This time... Your pleas do fall on deaf ears. Conquest continues to push you over the edge, your cunt gushing around his fingers and it's only when your eyes well up, fat droplets of salty tears rolling down your flushed cheeks that he pulls his finger out of you.

His tongue drags along your cheek, licking up the rivulets of tears, as well as perspiration before he shifts, setting you down on the edge of the cushioned bed.

Conquest makes slow work of arranging a plethora of pillows around you, surrounding you and keeping you nested in place before he kneels. Knees bitten by the cold of the floor but he nears his face to your pussy.

Flushed, overstimulated and glossy.

Eyes stare up at you from beneath snowy lashes. One, a beautiful and pale shade of brown, pupil large and the other, the palest of blues, nearing white. Blind, without a pupil and bisected by a scar.

Rough features, made for destruction and your hand moves to stroke along his cheek, and he inhales sharply, reveling in the softness of your touch.

Before he leans forward, his tongue lapping at your cunt with slow, unpracticed strokes. Rough and messy, you watch as he keeps his eyes on you.

"Soft..." He coos. "So, so soft. And warm. And wet..."

[ernest-rimmingway]

⭐Like a Lawn Chair⭐

Tags: [mlw][mndi][ass play][analingus][msub][anal fingering][male orgasm][edging][man in a mating press]

honorary tag: @lucky-beheaded ⭐

"I could never be the bottom."

Words Rex wishes he hadn't said because you were, in fact, quick to prove him wrong.

Sweat drips down his muscles in salty rivulets, his knees pressed to his shoulders and he stares down at you.

Green eyes are hazy, lips are parted and his back is unnaturally curved as he watches you peer at him from between his thighs. There's something so unnaturally predatory about the way you're looking at him from beneath your lashes, your nails scratching the backs of his thighs so affectionately.

And he writhes against the sheets.

"Baby this... This isn't... Funn-nnyyyy..."

His eyes roll back and his brows furrow into a tight knit when your tongue drags along his furled hole, unexplored and clenching at the stimulation.

"Fuck, shiiit." Rex whines, toes curling in his socks and he groans when your nails dig into his hamstrings. The pain mixes with the pleasure and he's embarassed by the way globs of precum trickle onto his tightly toned abs that flex with each curl of your tongue.

You're lapping at his ass like you're desperate and God, you just wanna see him fall apart. And you wanna wipe that smirk from his face.

The sheets are sweat-soaked, and he whines when you hand wraps around his rosy tip, squeezing his cock in a way that makes him lightheaded and Rex's legs begin to fucking shake. He's breathing heavy and he doesn't like how close he is to cumming all over himself.

His cock's leaking and he moans even louder when your tongue presses against his ever so sensitive perineum.

And you suck at the sensitive skin, and he whines.

"Babe, that's— nooo... Fuck, w'na cum."

Rex babbles weakly, his brows scrunching and his hips twitching when he feels the way your thumb presses against that divot in his tip. His balls are heavy, tense and drawn up so tightly, and he's whining when he feels the way your tongue drags up, up, up his length.

Lapping at the flared crown of his tip, sucking so harshly but you don't move your finger away.

And Rex is placing a hand on your forehead, poorly attempting to push you away.

"..fu—fuck away..." Rex curses.

He can't push you away, and he knows that he doesn't even want to.

"Don't be a pussy." You goad him and he scowls. "...m'not— hah — a pussy. You're just...f-fucking with my ass like that."

Rex whimpers when your hands move to press against the crooks behind his knees, and he watches as cum trickles from his cock. Momentum lost by how long you had kept him plugged and he watches the pearly liquid drip in the valleys of his abs.

You push his knees closer to his chest and Rex whines when you shift, moving closer to him.

His knees on your shoulders, and your lips press against his. He's perplexed by the different taste but he's not complaining, hands interlocking behind your neck, bringing you closer.

"How the tables have turned." You mock him, smiling into the kiss when blunt, calloused fingers sinking into your hair and Rex grunts into the kiss.

"Dickhead."

"Well, this dickhead's gonna shove a finger in your ass. So, you know, be smart with your words." You remind him, pulling away and you bring one of your hands up, fingers dipping between Rex's plush lips and gathering his saliva.

Your middle finger circles his hole, puckered and slick, and you slowly push past the ring of muscle. Slow and gentle.

"Just sh-shove it in." Rex whines. "I can take it."

"Yeah, you can take it?" You repeat Rex's words, lips brushing over his when you feel the way his body twitches once your finger is nestled, pressing against his walls like you're searching for something.

You are.

But the low, husky drawl of your saccharine sweet voice makes Rex whine.

"Why you gotta make it so fuckin' weirddd..."

[ernest-rimmingway]

that was INCREDIBLE btw. do u take recs? if so i’d love to see rex with some ass play. poor guy needs his butt ate baddd

BRO I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT REX GETTING HIS ASS ATE.

That's crazyyyyy.

But yes. I take recs and this will be done.

[ernest-rimmingway]

⭐a Helping Hand⭐

tags: [mdni][mlw][handjob][male orgasm][tip teasing][brief ass play (on him)][established relationship][msub][petnames][overstimulation]

Mark loves the way you give handjobs.

He can't do anything other than adore the way your delicate hand grabs the chubby base of him, fingers brushing along pulsing veins that throb and he feels the way his muscles tense beneath his suit.

He knows he's just supposed to show up, tell you he's okay but you're always looking at him with those soft, adoring eyes. Hands cradling his face and when you press your lips against his, the taste of your lipbalm seems to turn his brain into mush and he nods weakly.

Murmuring the sweetest "uh-huh" when you carefully pry his goggles from his face, discarding his mask and ushering him to sit down on the edge of your bed.

Mark feels the way your chest presses against his back, the fabric of your clothing does nothing to hide your pebbled nipples, and he hyperfixates on you.

He looks down at your hand as you stroke his cock, translucent beads of precum rolling onto your hand but you're too preoccupied whispering.

"I saw how you saved those people." You whisper softly. "You're such a good hero, baby."

You coo and you pander. Your sweet words a gentle balm to his bruised body, and even more bruised spirit.

You press kisses along the side of his neck, listening as he talks about his day, stuttering through meaningless details like he's not fucking up into your hand.

Mark's hands move to grasp at your thighs, pulling them around him and he shifts, cock throbbing in your grasp and he leans back against you.

You're always so warm.

Always so attentive that you know just when to slide your finger over his tip, tracing that leaky divot until Mark's eyes go cross and his blunt nails dig into your skin.

"Oh... God.." Mark whines, shifting and he presses his face into your neck.

You smell like you just showered. Fresh, clean and so, so warm. You smell sweet. A mixture that he can't quite place, but he loves it enough to breathe it in.

He's trying not to cum too quickly. His climax rapidly approaching because while you're stroking his aching cock, your other hand has spit-slicked fingers, pressing against that sensitive spot just behind his full balls. And he whines.

"Fuck, you're gon—gonna make me c-cum..."

He breathes out your name, panting each syllable like he's praying to you and in a way, he is.

He's praying for you to take away the stress, to ease his mind, and to make him feel so good that he's seeing stars when he goes back out to patrol.

But Mark always forgets you take things just a bit too far.

And he forgets the walls are thin.

So when he eventually starts hiccuping, puppy dog eyes getting blearier and he's whining, rutting into your hand... He gets loud.

Overstimulated, with cum strewn across your hands, his belly and his thighs, Mark's sounds become unhinged whimpers. Choked moans and mewls, whimpering 'please baby's that fall from his lips with the ease that Mozart wrote symphonies...

And you're covering his mouth, pressing your lips against his temple.

And you coo.

"The walls are thin, baby." You remind softly.

"You don't want everyone to hear you, do you?"

Mark doesn't know his left from his right, right now, but he knows one thing:

He definitely doesn't wanna be heard. Not by your neighbours, not by heroes not by anyone, except you.

So Mark shakes his head, mumbling the cutest 'no' before shifting.

He braces his sock-covered feet on the edges of your bed, muscular thighs spread and he uses the change in position to keep fucking up into your hand.

All while the hand that covers his mouth moves south so slowly, nails dragging along his tensing abs, scratching at that dark patch of hair and his back arches so sluttily when you cup his balls.

"...s-s-s'too much, baby." Mark sputters, biting down on his bottom lip. His eyes are teary, his lips are raw bitten and he's drooling. Copious amounts of precum drip from him and he's not even sure if he's cumming.

But his body tenses when he feels one of your dainty, manicured fingers slowly trace that furled entrance. And he gasps, letting out a whimper.

"N—not...s'there..." He whines, but he's not pushing your hand away.

Not in the slightest.

"I'm not going inside, baby." You reassure softly. "We're just gonna see how it feels, okay?"

And Mark nods.

You could ask him anything right now and he'd nod his head. So in love and so, so, so desperate for you that he might actually give you a lung if you asked for it.

And Mark feels the way his cock throbs.

One finger repeatedly rubbing at his swollen and reddish tip, while another teases his virgin hole.

And he swallows.

You always take it too far. But that's what Mark likes.

You challenge him. You guide him. And God, does that not make his cock leak onto your hands, his thighs covered in fluids. And he pants.

"M'almost there..." He whimpers. "..again.."

And he hides his face in your neck.

Raven strands are tousled, his body prickles with goosebumps and droplets of sweat trail in the carvings created by heavily toned muscle.

"I— I... I can t—take it..."