Remmick is actually nasty fr. He'd fuck you anywhere for anyone to see he doesn't give a fuck. If you let him, he'd fuck you in the middle of the street. You have to be careful because he has wandering hands and it doesn't take much for him to have them up your skirt, face pressed in your neck, drool running down your shoulder, begging in your ear for you to let him have a taste. And he means it too, he'd kneel down with you legs over his shoulders in the middle of the pub if you let him, it's not like anyone could stop you two or try anything.
He loves it for a lot of different reasons but the big two are this. Firstly, it let's everyone know you're his. He's a greedy man and he loves to own things, loves to posses. He also loves to show you off. He wants to put his mark on you and ward off anyone who covets you. And secondly, it let's everyone know he's yours. Because he's a lonely man, with sorrow in his heart and desperation in every action. He needs to be possessed as much as he wants to possess and he needs you to claim him, it's the only way he can feel whole.
He also doesn't care about getting messy or dirty. To the point that he will try and fuck you on the side of the road, in a field or against a tree. He's constantly ruining your outfits by pulling you down onto a patch of wet grass or dusty soil. He fucks you covered in blood and gets it all over your skin and hair and under your nails. He fucks you in the rain until you're shivering and soaking wet all over not just-
warnings | smut, afab!reader, dom armand, fingering, praise, possessiveness, one mention of cheating sorta kinda? (we all know louis and armand’s relationship i mean would u call it cheating if it was open idfk)
a/n | 70s armand save me, save me 70s armand. so i finished iwtv in the span of one week and i can say i forgive armand for all his crimes, he’s just a girl <3 there is such a devastating lack of fics for my botticelli angel im here to mend that !!! i know i made that little post a while ago and i finally finished the fic i hope yall enjoy <3 crossposted on my ao3
“show me,”
his voice was a purr loud enough just for you to hear. you sat between his legs, chest pressed against the handsome stranger you met at the bar who managed to lure you into his home. “please yourself for me..” he usually doesn’t play with his food but the sight of your lips hung open, and the sound of your moans, he couldn’t help himself.
mesmerized by his voice, you trail your hand over your clothed sex finding the fabric had been soaked through. you shift to slip them off, a twinge of embarrassment making your face burn. you forced your legs apart, your head lolling back onto armand’s shoulder as your hand glided through your slick cunt.
“just like that, my love, make yourself feel good for me,” he whispered as he traced the curves of your body, stopping right at the dip of your hips. his grip on you was firm, as his lips left warm kisses on your neck. his touch was so precise yet so desperate to feel as much as possible of you.
“pl-please, touch me” you begged between whimpers, your legs were trembling as you could feel pleasure starting to bubble up uncontrollably. it was so overwhelming to feel like he was devouring you with his eyes, and touch. his praises were like fire flowing throughout your body as he consumed every cell of your body.
he hummed at your words, the utter desperation that he could feel seeping out of you made him want to fuck you without restraint, but he denied himself just to torture you.
“just my fingers, nothing more..”armand offered, he felt you tremble in anticipation forcing his hard cock against your lower back. you craved to feel him inside you, and he knew.
armands breath tickles your ear as he slides two of his fingers over your slit. you squirm a bit as he ghosts just over your clit, his voice mumbling something about you being dripping for him.
“thank y-you,” whispered again as his fingers slowly traced your skin, until they reached your folds. you were pushed closer to him, so he could effortlessly reach your sopping cunt as he kissed the dip of your shoulder. he could devour you if he chose.
his skin was cold to touch as you laid against him. “so breathtaking” He murmured as his elegant fingers barely touched your clit, your hips buckled to meet him “so sensitive,”
when he finally dipped his finger in you, that’s when his facade cracked. the way your warmth enveloped his finger, swallowing it hungrily and clenching around it, made his breath hitch. if armand concentrated enough he could picture what you would feel around his cock.
your small whine of 'more' causes him to smile against the nape of your neck as he inserts a second finger. he drags them in and out of you, slowly and gently before increasing the power behind them.
his other hand kneaded your chest, he wanted to worship every inch of you. you, kind stranger, distracted him from the boredom that was his life, his partner once again enjoying a young vulnerable boy.
you gasp grabbing onto his forearm feeling your body bounce a little as he did so, he pulled his head back to look down at you— his golden eyes dilating in either love or something sinister, you couldn't tell. "that’s it beloved, taking me so well”, his fingers curling up to search for that particular spot you liked “like you were made for me..” you whined in agreement before letting out a sharp moan, there he thought, abusing that certain spot.
armand pumped his fingers into you relentlessly as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. for just moment he didn’t care about anything but the way you begged him for more, the way you would tremble in his arms as he added another finger, the way you desperately chased your orgasm. he could feel the desire rushing through your veins.
your hands dragged up his body until the settled hooked behind his hand, pulling him closer as you felt a third finger gently split you open. your back arched, your chest hitting his as you felt that coil, that certain feeling in your stomach rise, ready to break.
"'m gonna cum— don't, don't stop, please please." you babbled, to which he listened, telling you to cum that he was right here for you. he pressed his lips against your jaw, the sweet kisses and soft worship a distinct contrast from his onslaught on your poor cunt. and then you heard him, like he was inside your head “cum for me”, armand invited you to let go of everything, to allow the ecstasy to eat you alive, and you did. ‘cumming', you repeated— his name being slurred as you called out to him, eyes shut tightly.
you were hit by everything all at once, your senses blurred as you could barely control your body. armand’s name was the only thing you whine out through the overwhelming pleasure that took over you. he burned the sight into his brain, warm juices coated his hand as he slowed his movements, still overstimulating you just a bit.
you slumped against his chest, your blissed out state warming his abnormally cold one, he didn’t let go of you. you were out of breath, you stayed like that for a moment before he glanced at his fingers.
your pleasure dripped all over his pads, down to his palm, and he couldn’t help but take a taste of you. he took his time savoring each finger like it was ambrosia.
coryo with a dacryphilia kink not getting his kink fulfilled because the girl he’s fucking is on 20mg of lexapro two tablets in the morning with water and a meal
I may have let my ambition get the best of me bc I just submitted my thesis timeline to my professor and I’m basically saying that I will try to have my entire collection done by the end of March.
I am going to try to do some writing for y’all but they probably won’t be longer than 1k words, I just really need to focus on my thesis for the next few months.
MEI MEI MEI can i request Anakin headlocking reader with his hot hot sexy thick biceps as hes fucking reader from behind OHMYGOD bonus points if its in front of the mirror and he bends her head and back so much he can kiss her upside down from behind IDK IF The human body is that flexible BUT NGHHHHH ive been thinking about this ALL week everyday 24/7 THANKYOUUUU❤️❤️❤️
thank you arm kink indy for giving me your blessing to write this when i was scared it would be too similar to your post
this post is 18+, minors dni.
Sex with Anakin is a wrestling match. A rather one-sided one, too, for all the fight that you put up. You've expressed time and time again that Anakin can do whatever he wants with you; you've begged him to take you however he pleases, but he still moves like you're his opponent and you're about to deck him hard in the jaw.
Air escapes your lungs in a weak grunt, an 'mmf-!' when Anakin's body weight pins you to the mattress. The springs beneath you bounce you back up, but Anakin's broad, muscled chest is there to stop you, and you find yourself effectively smothered. His hips are already rutting against your ass, cock dragging against its undercurve as he teases you with the feather-light nudge of its tip against your clit. You feel him grind against your slit, pseudo-sex that makes your cunt ache for real penetration.
"Ani," You mewl, words futile in persuading him to take pity on you, "Please, please, I need you inside of me, please, e-enough teasing."
"E-enough teasing," He mimics, voice pitched up and laced with bawdy desperation that you're mortified he saw in your own. He spits the words into the dip of your shoulders, lips trailing up your spine and teeth latching into your shoulder. You gasp at the bite, whine at his cruel teasing, but he's not finished, lips poised beside your ear to lecture you on proper decorum.
"You think you're in charge? Think you get to boss me around, baby?"
His words are terribly, wonderfully demeaning, and delicious shame curls beneath your belly as his weight keeps you helplessly pinned to the mattress. You're at his mercy, and it's making your core throb with want.
"No, I- that's not what I meant," You plead your case, but at another sharp bite from Anakin, this time along the base of your neck, you yelp and correct yourself, "I just need you, Anakin! Please!"
You're not sure if the slick mess between your thighs is solely your own doing, or if Anakin is smearing sticky precum over you as he ruts against your slit, but you're thoroughly soaked, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing but air at the thought of Anakin's cock filling your hole. You desperately press your ass further out, silently begging for Anakin to take pity on you and finally fuck his dick into your cunt, but your efforts are fruitless.
Instead of rewarding you with the thick circumference of his achingly hard cock, Anakin shows you an even larger width - that of his bicep. You see it beneath your chin as it wraps around your throat, and if you'd managed to suck any oxygen into your lungs since he'd pinned you down, it's gone now.
It's so thick that it forces your head up, your neck angled awkwardly to accommodate the arm now pressing tightly against your throat. It means that if he surges forwards while simultaneously pulling you towards him, he can reach your face, and he sticks a wet, sloppy kiss to your parted lips. It's less-than-romantic, but it's arousing, and that's all that matters to you right now.
"Look at yourself," Anakin gestures to the mirror hung on the wall across from your bed, most frequently used for checking your outfit and taking suggestive photos. You glance up at it with your eyes watering, not only from the ache of being empty but from the tight pressure of Anakin's arm around your neck, and you find yourself a sight to behold. Your hair is mussed, your lips swollen and slick with spit, your body pinned hopelessly beneath Anakin's. You're a mess, and Anakin has no problem in jostling you in his grip to exacerbate it. He's still humping against the curve of your ass, but he's no longer letting his cock drag through your slit, and you're desperate to get as much as you can from him.
"Does that look like someone who's in charge?" He asks, eyes boring into your own through the mirror, "Does that look like someone who calls the shots?"
"No," You gush pathetically on an exhale, dragging in oxygen much slower due to Anakin's partial closure of your windpipe, "No, I'm- I'm sorry, Ani, I didn't mean that."
"Good," He grunts, flexing the muscles in his biceps to lift your chin even higher. He does the rest with his face, nudging your head backwards with his chin until he can reach the wet ring of your lips. It's different now, agony on your neck as he's tipped you backwards instead of kissing you from the side, but there's something disgustingly hot about the way that his tongue slides over yours that makes you shudder with anticipation.
He licks over your tongue and latches onto your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth to nip at. When it's red and stinging he releases it, sucking up the drool that's sliding down your tongue. It's probably from his own mouth, but it's mixed with your saliva now, and he's happy to lap at it.
"Relax," He croons, voice kinder now that you're pliant and open for him to lick at. The word echoes in your mouth and you feel another shiver of pleasure run down your spine as he grinds against your ass, "I know what you want, baby, just let me give it to you."
stuck on coryo in a relationship with depressed!reader and he’s just so frustrated bc he doesn’t know what to do or why his partner is so fucking sad all the time. it's codependent and shitty, he chooses to believe that its simply an irritating obligation to stay by your side, but he knows you've both grown too entwined for him to survive without you.
eventually, though, he realises instead of sitting around & moping with you he can at least get a good fuck out of it, you’re a warm body - and it doesn't take him long to realise - one that never seems to deny him of anything.
so he keeps you around, learns to tolerate the mindlessness with which you live your life with, pays people to tend to you and deliver prescription pills sealed in hard plastic bottles then dress you up whenever you two are expected to make a public appearance, a given once he had secured the presidential title.
bcuz even though you don’t do anything for him, your presence means he always has an outlet to express his emotions. means you’ll never protest when he abuses your pathetic frame to pummel out all his anger, you even let him hit you while he fucks, one hand pushing your hips down on the bed to keep you from struggling and the other gripping your jaw and taunting you from above, occasional open palmed slaps delivered hard to the meaty part of your cheek - the flesh stinging violently but still not enough to rouse you enough from your perpetual misery to protest.
ultimately, he did look after you, he was generous in his consideration of the help he could pay to provide you with and the fact that he ensured all speculations surrounding your health were immediately diminished. but in turn, you were expected to tend to him too, in a harshly contrasting way to the care he ensured was provided for you, but it worked, it seemed enough for both of you at the time and mostly, it was enough to satisfy your husband.
I personally think it's wonderful that kieran culkin won the holy trinity of tv awards for portraying the most pestiferous repressed bisexual middle child with cptsd to ever exist on television. to me, that's talent! that's representation! that's what tv is all about! congratulations to HIM 🥰
i loved your last felix fic. i need felix having anal w/ reader for the first time. her being all needy & whiny as she adjusts to it☺️.
18+ MINORS DNI
“You’re so cute.” Felix coos, rubbing her heated cheek with his thumb. She turns her head to bury her face into the pillow, unable to meet his eyes. Her cheeks are flushed with heat, but she doesn't know if it's from arousal, or the fact that something so dirty is making her feel so good. "C'mon, none of that, look at me."
She squeezes her eyes shut as he presses deeper into her, stretching her hole around his fat cock.
"Aw, baby, please? Wanna see those pretty eyes." Her teary eyes blink open and she shyly turns to meet his gaze. "Good girl, just a little bit more."
Her hole clenches around him and her empty cunt floods with arousal as she adjusts to the new feeling of fullness. Felix groans as he pushes himself to the hilt, and her fingers flex and grab at the sheets.
Shallow, gaspy whimpers fall past her lips as he slowly rolls his hips. Her teeth catch onto the silk pillowcase, biting down on the fabric as his cock stuffs her full.
Felix groans at the sight of his cock driving into her, his large hands palm at her ass, spreading her cheeks to give himself a better view of how her swollen hole flutters around him.
She reaches down to rub her clit with a shaky hand but he stops her with a firm grip on her wrist.
“Nuh uh, baby. Gotta let me do the work for you. Either you cum with my cock up your ass, or you aren't gonna cum at all."
Her whines are muffled by the pillow, but he still hears them. He chuckles as she drops her hand onto the mattress.
"Feels so good." she huffs, finally finding it in her to speak.
"Yeah, I bet." He grins, leaning down to press a kiss to her sweaty forehead. "Knew you'd like it. Pretty little butt slut."
do you think 6'7!anakin uses his huge hand to cover your mouth and nose while he hits it from the back?
MINORS DNI 18+
anon. this shit made my eyes roll into the back of my head
Eyes squeezed shut, countenance blushing a deep color from lack of oxygen, you’re clawing at the sheets because you can’t fucking breathe. Everything’s exploding, every nerve ending is sparking, and your brain feels like a puddle swishing around in your head. With ANAKIN SKYWALKER’s right behind you, he keeps a massive and firm hand on your mouth and nose.
“You wanna breathe? Huh? You want air? Fuck the cum outta me and earn it.” Your neck aches from him using it as leverage to yank you back into his thrusts, ass rippling from the force of his impact. Muscles weak and spasming, you’re unable to hold yourself up, collapsing as your behind stays propped up to be used. “Can’t take it? Where’s the double tap, baby? You’re making me proud.” You know you can go just a little longer without passing out, all of it feels too good, and the idea of making him proud the more you extend the duration without oxygen is making you loose and slick for him. If you needed a break, you’d double tap him like in wrestling. Back arched, you move like liquid as he fucks you, using his other huge hand to steady himself on your tailbone. It’s toe-curling. “Fuck. Gonna make me cum taking it like that.”
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