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AKOTSK GIF MEME: ↳ [1/4] Outfits
conquest nation... the lust has returned, send me reqs rn
i guess i did say that once yeah …
sandor pussy eating headcanons when?
now, anon. right now. sandor clegane is a munch. this man loves a pussy in his face as much as he loves blood on his sword in your name. doesn't matter if you've just emerged from a bath, or if you've been riding with him all day, or if he's just finished emptying his balls inside your cunt, he's spreading those thighs and burying his face between them at any opportunity where he believes he can get away with it. the thing about sandor is that he's doing it for his enjoyment as well as yours. making his girl squirm and cry out for him, to make her feel good and relaxed after a long day, that's great, but in truth, a hound's tastes are simple. and he loves the taste of your pussy. when he's lying between your thighs, or when you ride his face and soak his beard, he's always in control. grabbing the plushness of your hips and holding you against his mouth no matter how much you squeak from overstimulation or fear of suffocating him. if anything, he enjoys that. holding his breath, emerging every so often when he really really has to, his hair clinging to the sweat emerging on his flushed brow, and that wolfish smirk emerges seeing that little sweet face of yours above him, in bliss... his growls and grunts muffled by your flesh as he delves and searches with his tongue for that delicious taste, that tart fleshly wonder that is your cunt. he's freaky like that, he wants your juices soaked into his face so he'll have something to remember you by when he's back out on duty <3
Walk with me here. Robb Stark hatefucking Lannister! Reader.
yeah yeah alright anon i'll walk right alongside you here robb stark hates you. hates you down to the marrow of your bones, hates your body shaped and dressed by the frivolities of the west, lush and ripe and rich. hates the men who surround you and attend to your every whim, who would kill and die at your command, the air they breathe so close to your flesh. hates your very veins for being under your skin when he just can't be. it's wrong. so unbelievably wrong. your family has been responsible for so much pain, so much bloodshed, not just to his family but to countless others, and countless more if this war carries on in this way. but damn it, damn him to every hell, he wants you. and that can run alongside his blinding hate, can entwine with it to transform that young wolf into a starved beast. he doesn't spare you anything close to gentle. he fucks you to purge himself, slaps away your hands if you ever tried to hold him, pins them above your head and punishes with his cock. no foreplay, no preparation, maybe he'll spit down on your cunt if you beg him sweetly enough. those blue eyes of his never leave yours, and they are cold as a thousand year winter, sharp as a razor's edge, and demand your undivided attention. 'look at me. look me in the eyes, see what you do to me, you heartless bitch.' he calls you that often. degrades you, pushes you down, overpowers you with his body. it's not in his nature to be this cruel to a lover, but you do it to yourself, the way you moan and whine like a bitch in heat, like you've never done harm in your life, that all you want from him is his love. it haunts him, the uncertainty, knowing a Lannister would die before telling the whole truth: something in him howled at so much as the thought of you giving your body to another, of this little act of neediness being yet another false sign. he longs for your blood. to spill it, to taste what it's like to live inside you, warm and whole. but for now, he'll take solace in letting you chase his tail across the north and beyond, looking for the relief only he can give you -- he sends for you, and you fly to his side, silent as an arrow.
aaaaaaaaah anon you're good, you're good
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just thinking about sandor 'the hound' clegane being sworn to tywin's daughter! reader.... ooooooooooh he's gonna resource guard that pussy, trust.......
honestly it's been so long since i've touched tumblr :o i have a whole other line of fixations nowadays but for my og invincible gang dw i'm reading the comics atm so smut is still on the cards... just after i get some game of thrones dirt out of my system :')
aaaaaaanyway if y'all have requests for game of thrones smut lmk, still on season one but i've practically been spoiled for the whole thing thanks to looking at one too many robb stark thirst edits on tiktok... sigh... anyway i'm looking for requests so pop them by me. otherwise i'm just gonna be freakin in the corner here.. hnnnnnnnnng...
ohhh boy i love fanart!!
why is he white
*GIVES HIM A BATH*
just thinking... remmick with a human lover who loves fucking with the fact that he can't cross the threshold of her little home without permission :p
imagine sitting out on the porch as the sun goes down, and there he is. you beckon him closer, he's coming out of the tree line and he catches your scent... you'd been playing with yourself today. smells it on those delicate fingers. smells the sweet sweat on the back of your neck. smells it between your gorgeous, plump thighs...
oh, but he sees the mischief in your eye from here. and before he is able to dart to the porch, you're leant against the doorway, your arms folded. he growls, wipes the drool from the corner of his mouth.
"we're playing like this tonight?"
you smile like the cat who's got the cream, your fingers tapping against the wood. you nod. "took too long."
"gettin' bold with me, lass?" he scoffs, but his fangs protrude from his gritted teeth. grinds them together, can't stand being this close to you but not able to touch you. your scent was right there, that glorious pudding of a cunt was right fucking there and there was nothing he could do about it. and the kicker was, you knew it damn well.
"when i get my hands on you, you're goin't' suffer. "
"when will that be?" you take a step inside, doing a little spin, the hem of your little slip riding up, remmick catches the sight of your little pussy, just for a moment, and his claws are out instinctively.
"you're only making it worse for yourself, girl." he seethes, palming at his erection shamelessly to your glee. your little smug face made him want to ruin it, shove it into the dirt as he ripped your throat out. ah, ah, reel it back. he wanted you warm.
he has to crane his neck to watch you skip about the living room, pushing your quaint little armchair in view of the doorway. he could howl, not bothering now to stop the saliva dribble from his maw. you little bitch. you wouldn't dare, not if you valued your life.
but there you sat, your divine legs spread apart, resting on the leg rests, your cunt wide open, shining with your slick, that heady scent of your sex making him want to tear at his flesh with need. he let out an unholy roar when those wicked fingers began their work, one hand's fingers dedicated to circling your clit while the other's delved inside your gorgeous little hole with no resistance. you'd been fucking yourself all day, given yourself orgasm after orgasm, so that the scent of your ecstasy would reach him from miles away. and it had.
he had no reservations about pulling down his slacks and viciously pumping his cock before you, viscous pre-cum dripping from the bulbous head, flushed red and furious, much like the man whose fist was savagely squeezing it, pulling back his foreskin over and over and over, a creature of sin and hunger made desperate for relief, for reprieve, his eyes locked on your pussy as they glowed crimson in the shadow of your porch.
he was choking on drool and his heavy breath, his body hunched and trembling with the exertions of lust. cursing your name again and again, threatening you, promising you that he was going to get you. but oh, your laughter was beautiful music bubbling from your throat. you were his glorious siren, his slice of a heaven he thought he was locked out of, his sweet little lass... he was going to love you, even when your flesh would gush between his teeth.
he lost control, lost himself. never been good at holding himself back when it came to carnal pleasures, especially not the ones that you brought him. and he paints the doorway with his cum, his body going slack but twitching with each rope he shoots out, whimpering and spluttering and crooning for you.
...and that's when, in his stupour, he hears your lilting voice, like heaven's little bells.
"come inside, darling. bring me hell."
sure yeah the vampire can come. Inside
i have a full inbox rn but PLEASE i'm seeing sinners tomorrow IF YOU HAVE ANY REMMICK SMUT REQUESTS PLEASE GIVE THEM TO ME IM SO HORNY
Stand ready for my arrival, worm.
💟 my little guy
I got sad so I made Conquest Chiikawa and now I'm less sad
This is what I mean when I say I love women differently. I can write like 10k words about me doing the most diabolical down bad jaw dropping things to Nolan but if I even think about holding Debbie’s hand my heart feels like it’s about to explode.
She’s just so ugh yk. Like she’s everything and I just wish everyone would just let her get whatever she wants. She is THE mother and THE wife and THE real estate agent I love her sm uggghhhh
I’m wondering your thoughts on conquest with a plus size reader? I feel like he’d love the soft squish of their tummy and thighs
yeah yeah! right on the money anon, he lives for that shit. little drabble for this because i'm sleepy zzzzzzz conquest's life would be nothing without his sweet, soft human. his life has been all roughness, all jagged hard edges, no reprieve for long millenia. and here you are, this perfect creature, tender and plump and so eager for his love and touch. and who would he be to deny you? his big hands are made to handle your body. those thick thighs, those broad hips that he can hold just right, and that beautiful tummy, the one he loves to kiss and nuzzle his head against. viltrumites are so used to destroying the soft things like you, and they themselves are universally hardened. but you are a special, special thing. and he cherishes you more than life. conquest is beginning to soften himself as he ages. a fact he used to hate, but after loving you as he does, he embraces it. sees how your softness only adds to his love for you, only multiplies your beauty, how could he see it as anything but a blessing? especially with how you worship his body, how you hold him close, how you fit together like long lost parts longing to be whole.
your body is perfect for those nights he needs to truly work out his emotions, pounding into your body that fills out his arms just right, fingers digging into your divine softness as he fills you up, sucks against your neck, nuzzles against your round cheek to groan and grunt and croon for you, about how perfect you are, about how much he loves every inch of your body, and how he would rip countless civilisations apart to keep you by his side forever...