Hey there demons, it's me 🖤; ya boi back at it again at the Krispy Kreme
I saw your post about doing another smutember so I've spent the last few days brainstorming some prompts for ya ;)
So, personally, I'm a fem!dom type gal and I really don't see enough representation 'round the lu fandom. So, note that the first few prompts are fem!dom related. (If you don't feel comfortable writing them all, just pick and choose at your leisure. Or ignore this idk)
Sub!Time with begging and edging, maybe a bit of bondage. Tie the big man up and make him whimper. (I fully hc that bc he's always in charge, to have his partner take charge in bed would make him explode)
Have you seen that post by @fairly-linked-buffet where its the yan!chain just using reader as a doll all at once? That but role reversal. Reader who has all the boys tied up (w/ consent) along a wall and just goes down the line giving pleasure/pain/edging, while the others are forced to watch n wait their turn.
Brat!Legend need I say more? His sassy mouth can get him in some trouble sometimes...think reader would need to come along and teach him a lesson 😏
Done with the fem!dom so here are some others:
Praise Kink!Warriors. This man has had to deal with Cia and all other kinds of crazy bitches over the years, let's send him a reader who will just love on him/praise him and genuinely mean it. Soft times, y'know?
Reader stuck in a hole in the wall w/ the man of your choice. Like the classic step sis got stuck in the dryer shit but reader is stuck in a wall inside a dungeon.
Fairy!Reader and Fairy!Hyrule inside a flower. Like that old art you did awhile ago.
Four/colours x Reader - let me set the scene: they're in the forge, reader bent over one of his working tables, blue fucking readers throat, green going from behind, red whispering sweet nothings in their ears and caressing/kissing readers body, vio (and maybe shadow) using some still warm coals from the forge and pressing it against readers skin. Kinda like the dripping wax thing, not enough to burn but enough to sting.
Skinny dipping with wild down by the river or him sneaking some pics of reader on that slate of his to use when he's feeling particularly needy.
Sky going godslayer mode to defend reader from monsters and reader repaying him later with some full service.
Sneaking outta camp with Twilight for 'patrol' to have a quickie. Him pushing reader up against a tree and just going bloody feral (the idea of his chest to my back has me drooling)
Might think of some other stuff later, but that's all I got for now.
Take care of yourself beastie 😘
~🖤
Hello-oh sweet Hylia!! BEASTY!!!
Stole the breath right out of my lungs with this! I wasn’t even sure if I was going to do Smut-tember for myself, but after this… how could I not?!
Okay okay… the Fem!doming!! One of the best things in the world is to have a tough, masculine man under your thumb to play with and control.
- Time! Oh my dear beloved… I think my first fic writing post was Malon and Time with all that, but would love to add some of our other lovely men to it. Especially First, Twilight and Fierce! Having them beg is just… satisfying all on its own. 100% agree with the HC!
- OMG!! I haven’t but I will be!! These poor men are going to go insane with Reader just slowly making them watch and wait like good boys. Reader just stops right in the middle of giving pleasure, moves away for several minutes to make the lust grow. The Voyeur in the group (whoever that is) is going to come unglued because Reader knows he likes to watch and makes sure he is last.
- Say no more! Reader would have no issue figuring out how to keep that mouth shut and turn Legend into the proper bedroom gentleman.
- All the hell those obsessed women put Warriors through, he needs to be cared for and doted on with praises and soft touches. Make sure he doesn’t lift a single finger because it will be all about him and Reader won’t be like all the others that leave him in the morning as if he was a piece of meat or a trophy to screw. He deserves the world!
- Reader stuck in the wall?! Oh this will be yummy! Reader tried to get into the next room (the wrong way) by crawling through the too small of a hole in the wall and is now stuck. Good thing one of the Links are there to protect their backside… Reader just turned into the best side quest ever.
- Fairy!Reader and Fairy!Hyrule! Lol! Hyrule just disappears for a whole night and comes back in his normal size, all drunk and covered in pollen. Time and Wars would be the only two who really know what just happened to him.
- FOUR/COLORS!!!! Reader is going to want to work with him/them more from now on. This could also be a really good HC where Four may keep away from sexual activity not because he doesn’t like the acts or physical contact, but because it just turns into a war inside his head since each of the colors like something different and may dislike or not be okay with what another color wants to do. Split though… The Colors are small sex machines!!
- Wild getting secret pics while skinny dipping, ooo better not get caught! Them going to a hot spring in the middle of the night and just stripping and hopping in would quickly turn from lazy relaxation to a game of chase because Wild got caught taking pics, ending with a different type of play. They need a way to release all their worries, what better than the thrill of someone seeing them, steamy hot water and the pleasures that come with Wild between Reader’s legs? Wild still gets to keep the pics and deffo uses them!
- Okay, that's hot… Reader (Fem or male for this one!) is nearly taken out, but Sky gets there just in time as Reader screams/hollers and he goes on a full rampage (white eyes and lightning!). Wide eyed and slightly panicked, Reader won’t hesitate to thank Sky, completely ignoring the fact that they both have blood on them. The fear of what could have happened would make this a very passionate scene as Reader is wanting to give thanks, but Sky wants to feel that Reader is alive (his god-like powers still flowing while doing so).
- Ooh my weakness… feral Twilight being rough and bossy without words… He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off Reader and finally gives up and bends them over. When Reader can’t keep quiet enough as he savagely takes them, he puts a hand over their mouth (back to chest!) and tells them to be good. When that still doesn’t work, he will need to give them a reason to be quiet.
I seriously can’t decide what is my favorite!! You have done it again and I thank you.
I will be writing these, but for everyone else, I’ll boil down the prompts to fit all fandoms.
Don’t forget to spread the word for Smut-tember 2024 to all other smutty writers/artists and let me know if you are joining in!
(Just wanna preface this, this isn’t a request but just a little story idea I had in mind. Don’t feel pressured to indulge my thoughts or anything I just needed to share it with someone)
Okay okay okay, so I had this big—I mean MEGA—brain rot thought that has been living in my mind rent free for too long and it involves Four because I feel that man does not get enough love (and also because I’ve finally played Minish cap and I have fallen harder than Zelda did off of Skyloft)
So like here’s the stitch:
Picture this, Reader dressed all fancy like at a castle ball—I’m talking big, poofy dress; the kind you need a wire cage underneath to hold its form.
Could be Royal Reader, could not be, but no matter they’re greeting and talking to guests like any party goer does.
So how does Four play into this you ask?
Simple, that gremlin—that absolute mischievous 4 ft man (he’s a Link he’s got that damn mischievous gleam in his eyes at times) is hiding beneath Reader’s skirts just grinning as he goes down on them—calloused hands gripping Reader’s thighs as they start to shake, low chuckles muffled as he continuously dives back in no matter how many times Reader nudges him warningly with their foot to slow down— all while knowing that Reader is having a hell of a time trying to keep a straight face and not give away to anyone what’s happening.
I just… I had to get this out, it’s lived in my mind for too long.
BESTIE HOLY SHIT—
Holy fuck… I just—
No words 🥵🥵🥵
(Also omg I’m so sorry this took so long. My ask box is fucked, I literally just got this 😭😭😭😭 I’m so sorry 😭😭😭😭😭
Among the group of travelling heroes, there were some things—rules, even—that each understood to forge lines which were never to be crossed. Speaking ill of any of their partners, or knowingly abandoning one another to stand alone…it spoke to a degree of order. If there was no order, then there would only be chaos. So, each made sure to remember these unspoken rules, or even the rare spoken ones. So absolute that they could not afford to go unspoken.
The number one rare, spoken rule of the group, even the eldest hero could not speak against.
Never disturb the Rancher when he’s on his rough period. Especially when y/n is with him.
This was a rule spoken to you early on in your courting of the Rancher, by a few of the older heroes, in private. Though you hadn’t been informed of the rule by Twilight himself until just before his confession to you of his desires to have you as his. It was almost sweet, you’d thought, or cute, how nervous he’d seemed when he was explaining it to you.
He called it his ‘rough period,’ where he wouldn't quite seem like himself for a short while. Every ‘season,’ as he’d called it, would bring upon a brief period of urges unlike himself. He supposed it had something to do with his dark form curse…but oh, how he’d hoped it wouldn’t put you off. You trusted him, couldn’t you? Even with this other creature inside him, who longed for far from holy pleasures?
Sure, you could. You trusted him. After all…he was so friendly and natural with you. So careful, so sweet, and so loving. Cute, even.
How cute was he now? Drilling into you with such strength you swore you might not be able to use your legs for the remainder of his rough period~?
Not that he’d let you, of course.
All you knew of the current moment, with your boyfriend buried to the hilt inside your throbbing cunt, was heat. Heat in its most primal form. Heat in the palms of his hands pushing your knees to your chest. Heat in the way your back was pressed repeatedly into the sheets by powerful thrusts. Heat in the way the bed was soaked beneath you, with sweat, seed, and drool.
Though it took everything in him, and every shred of his sanity, to even be able to pull out in time. It wasn’t time for you to have his pups yet—not until he knew he could protect you. Or his pups.
Soon. You’d have his pups soon enough.
It was only just barely nearing the end of the third day of his rough period. You had hardly left the bed, and you swore you wouldn’t be able to for days following the period. You weren;t complaining now, though. Besides, the rancher had already promised to make it up to you once he was right in his own mind once more.
For now, however, you were his mate. His perfect little partner, squirming and moaning under him as he absolutely ravaged you.
You just looked so pretty under him—how could he resist? Your skin was flushed to such a pretty shade of pink. Your eyes so far beyond dazed with arousal and pleasure that he could see his own reflection looking back at him—hair tousled, cheeks red, eyes looking down at you with a crazed, beast-like ferality. He couldn’t help but grin. Was this how you saw him? Crazed with his lust for you, to the point there’s hardly any bit of Twilight left in him as he showered you with pleasure? With licks and bites and nips all across your beautiful skin?
How hot.
He was sure there must be bruises on your hips, coincidentally shaped just like his hands. He pressed kisses to them from time to time, but he considered the possibility you were too far gone to even notice. Nearing the dip of his stamina he would slow down with his thrusts, gently sliding himself in and out of your puffy, swollen pussy lips, revelling in the wet sound of three days’ worth of fluids and lust which allowed him such easy access into your throbbing depths.
He kissed the point of your collarbone, slow and gentle, as he gently slid himself in and out of you. Rewarded by your soft sound of pleasure, back arched as your arms stretched out over your head. You looked down at him then, and the rancher swore his heart grew two sizes at that fucked-out little look in your sweet face.
For a moment, all he could see was you. All he could feel was you. Not just the delicious heat of your body, but the light and warmth in your eyes. Your dazed little smile, lips rosy and kiss-swollen. You loved him, and by Ordona how he adored you.
There was a future there. A damn good one. But for right now, and for the present?
He would make sure you could never doubt his love.
Mmmm, Fierce Deity maybe having his lil wife become High Priestess of his temples/worship since she's his wife... maybe political intrigue... Fuck it's an entire story in my head. NO I CAN'T BE INVESTED THIS MUCH, I HAVE AN ORIGINAL NOVEL TO WRITE AHHH FOCUS ON READER DRESSED ALL PRETTY AND COVERED IN JEWELS THANKS TO FIERCE DEITY BEING DOTING AND HER BEING DOTING BACK--
My Bartender/No Ordinary Love- Twilight Linked Universe x Reader (Modern AU)
Synopsis: You find yourself stood up on a date an hour after you promised to meet at a bar, yet your luck could turn for the better with the handsome bartender with a talent for flirting.
Hi everyone! This is the version of My Bartender with the explicit chapter involved for over 18's, if you come across this and are not over 18 or smut isn't your thing, let me direct you to the version with only the Safe for Work chapter, linked here! I will mark off when the smut starts as a guide, without further ado, I hope you enjoy!
Song this section is inspired by: Bartender - Lana Del Rey
Word count- 1.4K
Warnings: a LOT of flirting, some allusions to sex but not explicit.
Tags for those who may like (please tell me if you want to be removed!) @peepthatbish @xxbuttercup @beyondtheglowingstars @the-cucco-nuggie @chainsofgoldandash @angry-trashcan @neverchecking @faroreskiss @fairly-linked-buffet @pinkalmondcake
A whole damn hour, was he serious? You cursed yourself for always getting to your destination way earlier than needed, many questions ran through your head, like a swarm of ants, yet provided no answers, sat alone sticking out like a sore thumb in this quaint bar filled with couples and gatherings of friends alike, some women who passed by asked if you were ok and if your ‘date’, if you could even call him that, was coming soon, to which you politely smiled saying you were fine, yet your heart pooled with frustration as you checked your phone for what must’ve been the 90th time as the bar’s radio sounds out love songs of any genre, the current one a country song with the subject being the doors locked and lights turning low…
“I don’t think he’s comin’, sweetheart.” A sweet sounding, slightly deep southern voice with a nice drawl sounded in your ears, your eyes looking up to meet the well-meaning gaze of the young bartender, with shaggy mousey-brown hair, sharp blue eyes and a dishcloth resting on his shoulder in a black shirt with his sleeves bunched at the elbows, who’d been relatively close to you the past hour as you sat at the bar, nursing a wine in your smooth hands, your nails matching the hue of the liquid in the glass.
“Your date, or whoever you’ve gotten so dolled up for.” He says, putting a hand over your phone, as a sign to stop worrying over a man who’d likely want his only takeaway for the night to be 6 or so minutes so only he could get pleasure.
“How did you know?” Your eyebrows furrowed, confused at how he was able to seemingly read you so effortlessly, as if it were innate to him at this point, to which you were met by a scoff and chuckle by him.
“I may’ve only worked here a year, but I do know a thing or two about tell tale signs of a fella missin’ out on a woman, if he ain’t here within 15 minutes to sweep you off your feet and treat you as you should be treated, it ain’t worth it. Can be a blessin’ in disguise though, means me and the other guys get to talk with some damn fine ladies, make ‘em feel less lonely.” He says, his well meaning smile turning into more of a grin after explaining the benefits for both sides, making you playfully roll your eyes, yet finding him endearing.
“Don’t suppose I’d fit the description…” You said, self-depreciatingly, a self-conscious laugh coming from your throat, yet when you met his eyes again, the grin left.
“Now, that’s bull, and we both know it, don’t we? I was just about to offer you a free drink on the house too…” He says, mischievously wrapping you around his finger, to which you took back your statement, saying “Well, I suppose I don’t look too bad…”
“Damn right about that, sweetheart. The name’s Link, but everyone calls me Twi, now what drink would a lady as pretty as yourself like?” He introduces himself, taking a chance on you, this isn’t his first rodeo talking to a pretty woman at a bar who’d been stood up, and it definitely wouldn’t be his last.
“Mnn, rum and coke? Also who told you that was flirting, haven’t you got a bar to be tending rather than talking to me?” You replied, a teasing jab at the end, two can play at that game, you thought.
“Coming right up, miss. Light crowd tonight, anyway, there’s two other guys here, but there’s no point in them flirtin’ with the ladies, Sky over there practically loses speech when a woman just walks past him, ya should see him with his girlfriend! Also, my old man, Time, is already happily married to my mama, Malon, yet he seems to get all the ladies, gotta say it’s a little unfair, all keep callin’ him a DILF or whatever that means, all Greek to me… so when he’s not here, I’m the designated flirter of us all.” He explains as he prepares her drink, sliding it her way with a smile, not a drop spilled as he winks.
“Heh, not bad.” You reply as a slight blush paints your cheeks, gazing at the tattoos dotted along his forearm, his… strong looking forearm, veins making an appearance near his wrist as his hands flex…
“All practice, miss, don’t get me wrong, I’ve made many a mistake when doing that, guess I must’ve got lucky this time…” He smirks as you smile back. You hold your drink up in a ‘cheers’, drinking from it as he replies “to realising your worth and ditching a no-show.”
’So tell me, darlin’, how’d ya meet that boy with a tendency for wastin’ a lady’s time? Don’t tell me it’s one o’ them datin’ apps…” He looked to your face to elicit a response, finding a guilty smile on your maroon-painted lips.
“Ugh… that’s the first mistake, sugar, ya can’t put ya trust in a fella you ain’t even met just from a damn bio of themselves, he coulda treated ya like a plastic bag, to dispose of as he makes a move on the next woman when he realises ya ain’t gonna submit to his every wish.” Twi advises her, to which she nods, now listening intently, handsome and smart, huh…
“May be my old man influencin’ me, but I’ve always been raised to meet a lady organically in real time, not through some anonymous list of met that you swipe left or right on, a fella’s gotta prove himself to a woman, ya know? Ain’t it nice meetin’ purely by chance and then startin’ conversation, like I suppose we’re doin’ right now?” He points out, and he’s right on the money with that.
“So, I don’t wanna be too presumptuous, but I think you may just be enjoyin’ the last few minutes in my company a little more than the last hour, ma’am…” He proposes, yet not asking and moreso making a statement, he knows damn well you’re enjoying his company, and is ready to ride the wave of wherever your conversation leads you both, to which he’s met with a nod from you, a shit-eating grin painting his lips.
“Good decision, ain’t take a rocket scientist to tell you’re enjoyin’ this tennis match of flirtin’, and don’t ya say ya ain’t, I can see that pretty face getting a little interested in what I can offer…” He teases, his index finger trailing along your jaw as you watch it move, lips agape slightly as you both admire and become frustrated at how quickly he’s wrapped you around his little finger…
Your phone pings, it’s your date…
“I think Mr. No-Show finally remembered you exist, honey… took him damn long enough.” His eyebrows raise, not having much hope for a man who replies an hour and fifteen minutes after the arranged time.
“Surprise… forgot it was tonight.” You huff in frustration, but also a bit of relief, no, a lot of relief. You wanted to get to know this bartender, and judging by how things were progressing, it looked like that path was opening wide to you…
Twi tuts, a smirk on his face as he purrs “Leave that boy on read, sweetheart, it’s time for a young man like me to show you your worth, honey…”
“Bar closes in just over an hour, you know… and I just so happen to be the only one closin’ up, I’d sure appreciate some… help.” He teases, his lips dangerously close to yours, yet he doesn’t let you indulge in what you want, a cruel man, a cruel man who knows he’s a catch…
He smirks as he walks off, talking to Time and leaving you as you sit at the bar, but giving you a once-over, scanning your body with a sly gaze and a grin, leaving you with one last wink before walking to the back, you’re positively overflowing with excitement at what tonight could bring, Twi leaves you in the latter’s company for a while as he cleans the leftover glasses, knowing he won’t do anything with you.
“You ok there, sweetheart? That silly boy got you hook, line and sinker, huh?” Time says with a chuckle. “He’s a good young man though, don’t you worry yourself now, he’s been looking for a lady a while now, and if I’ve raised him to do anything, it’s to treat a woman with respect, especially one as lovely as you.” He smiles before leaving you, you’d his father’s approval, who knows what tricks he’d pull when there was only you two in the bar…
Smut under the cut!! Final warning!
After a gruelling hour of wait, Twilight finally indulges your desires, and makes sure to treat you like any other man should, like a goddess.
Hi everyone, here is the second chapter of the Twilight Linked Universe bartender story, this is literally 2K of pure smut, so PLEASE do not read if you are under 18, if not, I hope you enjoy this wild ride!
Song to listen to- No Ordinary Love: Sade
Warnings- sex/shagging/horizontal tango/doing the deed, etc, oral sex(f receiving), oral sex(m receiving, blink and you’ll miss it), penetration, a LOT of teasing and foreplay, semi-slowburn, god-knows how many pet names
Those 45 minutes until closing were a mixture of ‘blink and you’ll miss it’, as well as an eternity long wait, you both talked of course, yet he wanted the bar closed and to yourselves as much as you did, you could swear he’d copped you excusing yourself to the bathroom and coming back with touched up makeup, and knowing that was for him, well, it was enough to stir a fire in his belly, a fire heating up a pot that would boil over, leaking all over the place, which were exactly his plans for the evening. You saw the last customer walk out, as well as Time and Sky, and he gave you a mischievous look, you both knew what was on the menu tonight.
“Aaaand we are closed, got anywhere you need to be tonight, sweetheart?” He asks, knowing full well your answer would be a firm no, to which you shook your head with a smile.
“Figured as much, all this space is for us now, huh? Everythin’s peachy clean now… well, other than one more glass, would the prettiest woman in the room care for one last drink?” He replies, to which you happily agree, taking a shot of tequila as you smile at him. “That’s the spirit, ma’am, you relax now, ya hear? I see that leg of yours bouncin’ up and down, I’m going to take this nice and slow for you, yeah? You don’t mind me taking my time with you…” He reassures you, sliding his hand around the small of your back, to which you nod. He switches the music to more sensual songs to suit the mood, putting on some slow Rn’B, specifically Sade, as he joins back with you.
“Right… c’mere…” He grasps you, capturing your lips, propelling you into his frame as his large hands rest on your hips, his kisses are gentle, but oh-so passionate, letting out soft, deep hums every so often while you grip at his shirt, just wanting to take it off before he unlocks your lips.
“You taste amazin’… would ya be so kind as to let me take this slow… I can undress myself, ya know…” He jests, his voice a gentle reassurance. “Just know this ain’t a sprint to the finish, it’s a marathon, a damn beautiful one at that, ya gotta work up gradually to get the result you really want, right? Let me tell ya, all I want is to savour that body o’ yours, all it’s dips and ridges, all it’s softness and plumpness, all of this damn temple of a body you have, that sound ok?” He whispered, almost as if it were illicit despite you two being the only ones in the bar….
“God, please… need you…” You beg needily, if you from an hour ago could see what you were about to do, you’d be in disbelief, bagging a man like him with those big, soft yet dominant hands on your body.
“Good girl, because I’ve needed you the moment you sat your beautiful behind at my bar… and what a pretty behind it is…” He teases, grasping your rear as if it’s a figure to be worshipped. “I don’t suppose you’d let me put that behind on my bar…” He said, cupping your chin with his thumb and finger, you don’t even need to respond, he hauls you up and places you down on the bar, giving you another once-over.
“Let’s see what I’m working with here… that pretty face, of course, with these luscious locks of yours, those dainty hands, that damn tummy… looks delicious in that dress, how it’s hugging it so nice, that’s not even mentioning those hips… and that fine rack of yours, honey… those legs… fuck, darlin’.” He’s almost overwhelmed at you, sat at his bar looking unbelievably desirable, everything he could ever want, along with a quick wit, good morals and loving nature… you were untouchable in his eyes, he gazes at you lustfully as he instructs you once again.
“Ditch that dress, sweetheart, I wanna see with my own eyes just how sweet you are under that attire o’ yours…” You follow his orders, of course, he helps you undress, and when he finally sees you in all your glory, his face is a picture, shock mixed with desire, he didn’t think you could get more gorgeous, and the fact you didn’t even wear panties… why you must’ve slipped into the bathroom earlier…
“My god… you are a sight for the sorest of eyes, honey… how’s about you show me just how much you enjoy that beautiful body in private…” He commands, to which you seem to be searching for an answer to what he means, to which he chuckles, saying the following in a teasing voice, as if making her do a dare…
“Touch yourself, darlin’. I want a front row seat to what I bet you’ll be doing when you’re alone again, thinking of me and what we’re about to do…” He purrs, smirking devilishly, how would you ever say no to that… Your slim digits slide on your clit, curling your middle and ring fingers on it as he continues his relentlessly slow kissing.
“Oh, that’s right, get that thing nice and wet for me… such a good girl, aren’t ya?” He smiled between kisses, yet a couple of minutes later, he thought of an idea that could make this even more pleasurable…
“Hands off now, sweetheart… I want to feel just how wet ya are for me, I want to feel your sex, honey… slipping these long fingers between these soft thighs, pumping them nice n’ good into you, it’s high time you were treated as you deserved… like a princess, no, a queen… fuck that… a damn goddess.” He slides his fingers on your lips, you happily inviting them in as his hand moves to your sex.
His fingers probe up into you, gently at first as his kisses move to your neck, yet leaving again soon after… his lips now on your clit, his tongue licking you like an animal wanting to savour every last bit of their prey.
“I ain’t leavin’ a drop of ya on this bar, honey, all of it’s going in this mouth o’ mine… ya taste addictin’, ‘s dangerous…” He mutters breathily, still worshipping your dripping flower…
“I wonder what’d happen if I… there she is… just the right spot darlin’?” His fingers make a come-hither motion, hitting just the right spot on you, making you throw your head back in ecstasy.
“G-god, Twi! Fuck! ‘S not fair… mmmhh…” You whimper needily, spreading your legs even wider as you push his head deep into the cavern of love between your legs…
“Gettin’ close, sweetheart? Don’t you worry… you’re gettin’ one last drink on the house tonight…” He teases before taking his mouth and fingers off your desperate clit.
“Twiiiii! That’s even more unfair, was so close…” You moan in frustration, yet are met with his strong hands once again, taking you off the counter and turning you around in one swift motion, so your ass is pressed conveniently right against his bulge.
“Seems I’m gettin’ stiff, care to help me with that, sweetheart, start me off a bit?” He unzips his jeans, revealing his rock-hard dick, nice, thick and veiny, to which you drop to your knees at the sight, your turn to worship…
“Oh that’s nice… real damn nice… keep slidin’ that pretty mouth up ‘n down that thing… so damn warm and wet, but I doubt it’s warmer than that tight thing of yours… c’mon, get up and show me that juicy peach ya got…” He moans, deep and desperate, yet he needed more than your mouth, getting you back up again and spinning you once more for the final freebie of the night…
“Look at this view… whew… I’m going to take it as slow as I can… but it’s lookin a tight fit… ya sure you can take it?” He asked, both teasing and reassuring, he wanted you to give full, enthusiastic assent for what would occur, to which you absolutely did. With that, he slid in…
“Oh… fu- god… damn girl, that’s good… damn warm…” He groans, his hands resisting between your hips and waist as his thumbs gently stroke you, constantly reminding you how gorgeous you look, and how well you’re doing.
“God… oh yeah… you want this?? To fill me up?” You whine needily, rocking back and forth into him as he fucks you good and passionately from behind.
“Ohhh, fuck yes, woman, of course I want to fill you up… if that boy that stood your fine ass up could see this now…” He grunts, grasping your ass with one hand, growling almost primally as he squeezes it.
“That’s right, babe, gon’ take real good care of ya, sugar… make sure ya don’t go home dry, sweetheart… you’re fuckin’ drippin’ for this damn thing… you love this cock, don’t ya? Cause my dick fuckin’ loves you, lemme tell ya.” He rambles, his thoughts becoming his words as he pumps faster into you.
“God, of course I…. mnhhh! O’ course I love it…” You moan, needing him to fill you desperately, and he was doing a fine job of just that.
“You need ta be filled, darlin’? Need to feel me cum in ya on top of my bar, sweetheart?” He teases, breathing frantically.
“Need it more than anything, Twi… god, you’re so… t-thick…” You cry out, feeling his lips on the back of your neck as he thrusts.
“Gettin’ close darlin’, can barely hold it starin’ at this pretty behind… so damn beautiful, aren’t ya… most beautiful lady I’ve ever had the pleasure o’ holdin’…” He grunts, knowing he’s close to bursting, as are you.
“M’ ready, Twi… fill it up… I’ll be good… n- fuck- and take it all… all of your cum…” You insist, begging for his mark on you…
“That’s right, oh… here it comes, cum on it, darlin’… cum! O-oh!” He lets go, putting his fingers on your flit at the last second to stimulate your orgasm, leaving you shattering and letting go, squeezing him tight like a vice you never want to let go of, you feel him seeping into you, his gruff moans falling down as his lips peck along your bare body…
“Good girl… that’s my girl… don’t think I’ve ever gotten so damn hard…” He says between breaths, resting his chin in your shoulder, kissing you softly and gently, a world away from what you just did, rough, raw and passionate, he then pulls out of your warmth, the two of you gasping, seeing his essence leaking out of your wet, loved-on folds.
“Damn… I… wow… you were… a-amazing. You’re so… fuck, you’re handsome… know exactly what you were doing, treating me right… bagged a good night for myself… one to fuckin’ remember…” You admit, capturing his lips passionately as he chuckles, holding you tenderly, as if you were fine china, beautiful and delicate…
“Mmm, you alright there, darlin’? Think you’re leaking some of me on the floor there…” He chuckles, kissing you gently and softly, beginning to feel quite… affectionate to you, was he… more than fond of you?
“‘M all good, honey… loved it so much…” You smiled, giggling sweetly, kissing the tip of his nose playfully.
“Heh… hear me out, sweetheart… I don’t wanna jinx anything or whatever, but… I gotta pinch myself, never met a woman like you this past year o’ workin’ here… I think i may be fallin’ for ya, darlin’… early days, I know, but it’s there…” He confesses, now becoming a sweet, loving young man again.
“W-well… I was ‘bout to say the same thing, handsome… dare I say… thank god I got stood up, means I got my hands on a man like you…” You tease, but meaning so much from that, your hands cupping his face gently, having the gaze of a sweet, adoring man who wanted nothing more than to show his love and endless adoration to a woman as magnificent as yourself.
He's big. He's always more than a little too big for her. Even for her age and ethnicity, she's small. The Fierce Deity loved to declare her as a travel-sized wife, even if she was concubine. Only a concubine. He can't marry a mortal and make her his equal unless tempt the wrath of prideful things who loath to have something little more than writhing worms in the red earth of Din, and for all the Fierce Deity would definitely fight for her honor and place, she'd rather not stir things up with things bigger than her.
Gods, in their wrath and pleasure, tend to affect the world in ways one cannot predict. And often in huge ways.
This is why she ties him up when he's angered and soothes his anger away with her embrace. This is why she ties him up as she pleasures and teases him. She's his concubine but they're equals and she would be the only mortal he'd ever surrender to, to be weak to. Fierce Deity is not a being one would envision gasping and grunting as a small, frail thing like her would whimper and moan as she moves her hips and forcing him into her tight, wet warmth and his ass filled with an ivory dildo she knew would nudge against that lovely spot inside men with every rock of her hips. Taking him like he's no more than a war trophy and, drenched in the jewelries and ornate robes of rich fabricshe gifted his bride, she looks like an Empress indulging herself with conquering a handsome warrior like she had conquered his kingdom. Fierce Deity is a war deity, it wouldn't too out of character, surely, if he also embodied what happens off the battlefield, right?
She always liked to test his limits, and he always liked to be overwhelmed -- whether it be on the battlefield or in bed -- and they truly are a match.
She rocks her hips. She hears his broken moan, an incoherent plea for her to either stop or for more. A pause, and she keeps going, he didn't use the safeword after all and she immerses herself back into it. Big, so big. It was a practice in patience, learning to take him fully, but it was worth it like any siege upon a prized jewel of a city, making the ever stoic war deity break and try to breal her in turn for the audacity. By now, he knows better.
She hums, contemplative, as she kept riding him, her palms and fingers still exploring the divine flesh like she hadn't explored it, hadn't worshipped it, hadn't littered with marks of love and ownership before. And he could do little more than (fail to) writhe in his binds and keep taking. As much as she is his, his is most undoubtedly hers, in ways that he could not have imagined his tiny bride would make him hers. Not that he'll regret it. Not that she'll ever let him learn to regret it, no, he will relish in her worship and her control over him.
Only the best for her husband and beloved.
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I WANNA RIDE THAT FIERCE DICK!
PLEASE, HE BE SUCH A STOIC YET LOVING SPOUSE TO HIS PARTNER.
