fail that test. get drunk and throw up. have your heart broken. burn your toast. be late to class. break a glass. kiss someone awkwardly. look like shit. walk into a pole. eat a pint of ice cream. lose a friend. fail, make mistakes, because that means you’re fucking living.
Request: Can you write a smutty fanfic about claes getting a blowjob from a female in their early 20s, and he swears in danish during it? 🥺👉👈 deadass, older men are my major kink, sis 💅🏿
Words: 2100-ish (I’m so sorry, my other ones will be shorter)
Notes: (A) thank you so much for this request, deadass older men are my major kink too, sis! (B) Because of authenticity purposes, I haven’t had a Danish person to consult on this so as for now, he’ll just have to speak some Swedish (except one Danish word oops). And not even enough. My apologies. Honestly I think I’ll do another shot at this request later cause I feel like this wasn’t really it. This was just something. But, thank you for inspiring me to write something for the first time in months, anon <3 Also, there was a lot I wanted in this that’s not in it, like a knife, and dripping candle wax, and being tied to the bed... yeah, I’ll post some more writing quite soon I think.
Also, I always feel a bit awkward writing names in these cause… you can see why. So technically this can be with anyone you have a preference (and daddy kink) for atm. Is this even Claes? Idk. {more rambling after the thingie}
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It’s late in the evening when you find yourself straddling him in the large chair in his office wearing nothing but your lingerie set - one of his favourites, of course - his hair and the collar of his shirt between your fingers as you slowly feel the heat of his body against you, your hips rocking back and forth over him.
“Needy, are we, elskede?” he asks you in a low growl, exhaling a warm breath against your lips as you slowly pull away from the kiss that has begun to unravel you, part amusement, part warning in his voice. And that lust - that desire you can feel growing in him as you undo his shirt and kiss his naked, slightly salty skin, feeling him pressed against the insides of your thighs.
You feel his large hands on your hips as he grabs your soft skin, tugging at the fabrics of what little is covering you. Feeling the heat of your body against him, he pulls you in further as you gently bite and suck on the skin of his neck before taking his ear lobe between your lips. “My little pet is in heat,” he mocks you as you feel his hand slowly travel down between your thighs, his fingers gently - too gently, teasingly - grazing you through your panties as you try to ignore his words.
You exhale deeply, letting your head fall back for a second as you feel his lips on the skin of your neck, sucking, his sharp teeth scratching you and no doubt leaving those marks he is so fond of. “Elskede,” you hear his voice again, whispered slowly against your skin, making shivers run down your spine. “Min vackra lilla hora,” he continues, the tone in his voice shifting with his words. “You want daddy’s cock?” he whispers, making you exhale a trembling breath as he brings his hand up to your face, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb before slowly inserting it slightly into your mouth, feeling your wet tongue as he holds your chin up with his index finger, making you look into his dark eyes. “Then you know what to do.”
Everything is still for a moment as he looks into your eyes, waiting for you to nod gently, to surrender before he lets go of your face. You bite your bottom lip for a second, feeling that familiar need between your thighs, that throbbing, aching for him before you swallow sharply and look into his eyes with determination, the flush in your cheeks burning your skin as you compose yourself just enough not to begin to whimper and whine, grinding against him desperately until you come - he wouldn’t let you this time, you could tell.
“Duktig flicka,” you hear his low growl from above as you slowly lower yourself down from his lap to sit in the space he makes for you between his legs, looking up at him as he looks down at you with that frustratingly smug smirk on his lips.
You’ve been here many times before, on your knees in front of him. He likes the way it looks, the way it feels. He adores it. And you love the way he always looks down on you, into your eyes as tears would slowly start to drip down your cheeks. Tears that he’d softly wipe off after, telling you what a good girl you are before kissing your forehead. Telling you that you’re his. His good girl. His pretty little whore. Min vackra lilla hora, min duktiga flicka.
A low, deep breath escapes his lips as he feels your warm breath against his skin. Soft lips pressed against him gently, too gently. You both know that he wants more. Your warm, wet tongue. Your teeth dragged against him, just enough. So you go lightly, gently, playing with him, licking and kissing the insides of his thighs and all around his pelvis, breathing warm air against his sensitive skin, slowly inching closer, giving him more of what he wants but never enough. You want to feel him throbbing, needing you, reaching that desperate breaking point where he grabs your hair and forces his way down your throat. When he wants you so bad that nothing else matters.
The sounds of heavy, loud breaths and soft, wet licks and kisses soon fill the room until his voice finally breaks through again. “Fan,” you hear him exhale, feeling him lean back in his chair, pushing his hips forward towards you. “Y/N,” he says slowly as you continue to gently kiss and lick. “Elskede...” he continues as you smile to yourself against his skin. “Babygirl...”
“Suck daddy’s cock.”
There it is, straight to the point. So he clearly needs this just as much you do - good to know. You finally look up and meet his eyes which somehow seem darker than usual, seeing them travel down to your lips. You hold your gaze as you slowly stick out your tongue again and lick him slowly from his balls up to the tip of his cock, coating him in your spit as you close your lips around him.
His muscles contract and a low moan escapes his lips as he feels your mouth and lips around him, that warm wetness covering him for a second until he feels it withdrawn again, looking down at you to see you smirking up at him. Jävla tease. He looks down at you, resisting the urge to simply grab your hair and make you, as you so often challenged him to - it felt like losing. He didn’t want to make you - he wanted you to beg him for it, and he usually got his way.
“Or what?” you ask in a whisper, challenging him. It’s not that you don’t learn, no matter how much he insists that you never do, after his many lessons, it’s simply that you like this part too much. You both do.
He gives you a look and you know exactly what it means, asking if you really want to go there, again. You’re still sore from last time you played this game. Not that you’d let him know, even though he can tell by the fact that your skin is still red and bearing his mark.
You look back at him defiantly, raising your eyebrows slightly as if asking a silent “What?”.
Before you know it, you feel his hands on you again, pulling you up over his lap, a loud smack sounding through the air as you feel his large hand landing forcefully on you, the burning sensation rushing through your body, a gasp involuntarily escaping your lips. Fuck, if you hadn’t already been sore this would have been easier. Note to self: leave an appropriate amount of days between being a bit of a brat. Not that you had done much - he just has a tendency to overreact a bit when it comes to these things. It had made you roll your eyes at him in the beginning - a lot, until you had learnt to save that for special occasions only. Then again, you don’t mind a bit of pain, you both know that.
“If you want -” you began, interrupted by your own groan as his rough hand landed on you again, another smack ringing through the air. “If you -” another loud slap landing on you.
“If I didn’t have other plans for that pretty mouth of yours, I’d put a gag in it,” you hear his low melodic voice from above as you feel his hands around your wrists, trying to turn your head up to look at him but failing to as he gently but firmly turns it back down with one hand.
“If you want it so badly, you just have to ask nicely,” you tease him in as casual a tone as you can muster, finding your hands being tied behind your back, his leather belt wrapped around your wrists as the loud smack of his hand landing forcefully against your bare skin sounds through the air one last time, making you bite your lip not to scream. “You know, say please,” you tease him in a light groan as you compose yourself slightly. He ignores your comment, much to your frustration, and begins to massage the bright red spot on your skin before slowly working his way down along the side of your panties until you feel his fingertips reach your clit through the soaked, soft fabric.
“Elskede… you’re dripping,” he mocks you, applying pressure to that sweet spot while holding you firmly in place. “Does the idea of taking in daddy’s big cock excite you, princess?” he continues as you struggle in his grasp, moving your hips towards his hand, needing more.
When he finally pushes your panties to the side and inserts a finger in you, involuntary moans are escaping your lips, growing increasingly loud. You feel your cheeks growing red once more as you increasingly give into his touch - to him, his fingers alternately thrusting in and out of you and massaging your clit, withdrawing whenever your moans would get too loud, not letting you get too close, just close enough. He has many ways of reminding you that you’re his, and this is one of them. Usually he’d make sure he could look into your eyes as he’d toy with you in this way, making you switch between moans and whimpers as he teases you over and over again until you finally give in and start pleading, begging him for more.
“Tell me how much you need me,” he urges you as your mind grows clouded and your body begins to tense up in that familiar way, small shocks running through it as you feel his hand between your thighs. “Who do you belong to?” he asks, one of his favourite questions. “Who does this pussy belong to, huh?” he continues as you bite your lip not to scream what he wants to hear and instead whisper a gentle “fuck” and moan his name as he drives you closer and closer before you suddenly and without warning find yourself being pushed back up again, forced to stand on your trembling legs before you feel his hand land another slap on your sore skin. “Go on,” you hear his voice cold from behind you, daring you to leave before you turn around to face him again, meeting his eyes.
“Good girl,” you hear his low growl of a voice from above you as you get down on your knees in front of him again, your hands still tied behind your back, your thighs wet and your mind clouded with need as he repeats his questions and you give him the answers he wants to hear, those that you love saying, in the right moment - that you’re his, that you need him, how badly you need him inside you, stretching you out and filling you up.
He brings his hand to the side of your face and feels your smooth skin, placing a strand of hair behind your ear before he slowly brings it down, his thumb grazing your bottom lip once more as he holds onto your chin, looking into your eyes. “Min duktiga flicka,” he whispers slowly, holding you in place so gently before telling you that you’ve done enough talking for now - that there once more is better use for that pretty mouth of yours. “Min söta lilla hora.”
“Now show me your tongue,” he instructs you, shifting slightly in his seat as he slowly lets go of your lip and you do what he instructs you to. “Fan, du är så jävla vacker,” he exhales deeply as he grabs a fistful of your soft hair at the back of your head, feeling it between his fingers before pulling you in, feeling your warm mouth and throat close around him at last, finally taking him in as he sets the pace.
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“Fan, [Y/N],” you hear him exhale a moan in a low, husky voice as you feel his seed running down your throat, swallowing it as you look up at him, taking a few deep breaths as you both compose yourselves. “Det var väl inte så svårt?” he mocks you before wiping a tear from your cheek and some drool from your bottom lip. “Duktig flicka,” he repeats before pulling you up into a kiss and lifting you onto the desk, his lips warm against yours, his breath grazing your skin as he begins to travel down your body - your neck, your breasts, his teeth biting into your nipples, making you moan in pain and pleasure before he finds his way down to between your thighs again - time for your reward.
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The thirst list is back! (let me know if you want me to take you off it please) xo
I should have been applying for jobs but instead I’ve written like 3 smutty one-shots today. Also, I haven’t felt like writing anything since the last time I had things to procrastinate (my studies, wow, the nostalgia) - can you sense a pattern?
Lastly, this was gonna be like 400 words and ended up being 2000+ so I guess I’m back on my BS again. My apologies. The next one will be shorter and... more. Like a lot more. Like a church and blasphemy kink and stuff I think for @thebeautyofdisorder . Love you all and thank you so much for reading!! xo
Sneak Peek #2 of Chapter Eleven of “Bad Moon Rising”
//I am so sorry for the delay, guys. I am quite worn out from work and my brain doesn’t want to cooperate, so here is another sneak peek. Hoping to have this up soon lol! -Jen
((Random Snippet)
Her tongue ran against the bottom of her teeth, feeling the smooth, porcelain enamel that had yet to present itself as fangs. Even though she was a newborn, Agatha hadn’t felt that overpowering urge to feed. She couldn’t help but wonder if that was normal. This delay in blood thirst. And to think she had so many questions about vampiric nature while was still human. It was almost laughable.
“You look positively radiant by the fire light.”
Dracula eyed her from the entrance way, a small plastered across his face. In just a few strides, the man stood before her. Tenderly, he tilted her chin up as if to study her features like a jeweler examining a rare gem.
“Seeing as my heart is no longer pumping blood and causing natural circulation, I suppose I need some source to brighten my features.” The former nun smirked, eyes locking on his. “Thank you for the compliment.”
“I have far, far more where that came from…” Her mate promised, touching his forehead to hers. “How are you feeling?” The warmth in his expression seemed to change to one of concern as he spoke. “Are you…adjusting fine?”
To be continued…
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