Mandie, she/they, 30s
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I have been writing fanfiction since 2016, and have been on tumblr a little longer than that (and have been roleplaying for even longer, just not on tumblr). Primarily, let's face it, I write smut. But that doesn't mean it's all I can write. I do enjoy the darker side of things, so dark!fics are not off limits. If you have any questions, please feel free to shoot me an ask.
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-- Aaron Taylor's Characters.
-- Garrett Hedlund's Characters
-- Luca Marinelli as Primo Nizzuto
-- Theo James as Eddieย Horniman
-- Jensen Ackles's Characters
-- Ben Barnes as Billy Russo
-- Cillian Murphy as Jackson Rippner
-- Kyle Gallner as The Demon, or Benson
-- Jake Gyllenhaal as Detective Loki
--โ I am not opposed to taking requests about other characters, these ones are just favorites of mine and they flow easily for me. If you are curious, drop me a message and I'll let you know.
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Hy, I was wondering if you could write smth about Kraven with this screenshot I found when u was still on c.ai.
Basically how Kraven and the reader fought, he was impressed and...interested and then everything kinda unraveled and he's just, the best.
Thank you!!
I am a little confused.
I don't use c.ai.
But I am not currently filling requests. I'm sorry. I work 12 hour night shifts, and have been mostly focused on my roleplay server during my down time. Eventually I may get back into writing fanfictions, but it's going to be a while.
Hopefully someone else can fill this request for you.
It sounds like a good one.
a while ago, one of my mutuals was considering quitting writing. her fics werenโt doing as well, and the algorithm wasnโt favoring her writing like it used to.
so as a collective 10-15 writers, we all reblogged her fic once each. that alone put her writing at the top of the tag.
it makes a difference. way more than you think. it doesnโt matter if people see it because of you, it still gets promoted by the algorithm.
I have had some people DM in the past requesting roleplay stuff, but at the time it wasn't possible for me. But now, there is a chance to join my Discord RP server, with a small group of friends and my wife. (We also have a JCINK website, but it is under construction.)
Our server is open-world, or sandbox, whichever term you may find appropriate. We don't really do activity checks, those that are active will post in the general chat throughout the day and sometimes IC games. We have crossover plots, events, brainstorming sessions, and venting moments. And as usual we are welcoming of new people under a few conditions:
โข You must be over 18+ legally. Our server and site are rated 3-3-3 for graphic violence, language, and sexual content. You gotta be really cool about a lot of stuff, really fast. If you are easily uncomfortable or can't handle romanization of some pretty fucked up things, it's best to avoid.
โข We only allow OC's or based on characters. No playing as a celebrity or anything like that. You can make characters that are based off fictional characters, or even bring in fictional characters. You can no use yourself as a faceclaim. Note: There is no faceclaim list, we do share faces provided the person that is using it first is okay with you sharing it.
โข You need to be capable of actually developing plots of all kinds. This isn't a place to just get your rocks off. Our current members like to create and develop plots with all kinds of speeds. So we are looking for people that don't have commitment issues. Yes, real life happens (most of us work fulltime jobs) but as long as there is communication and people follow through with plots they pick up and create, that is awesome.
โข We don't like drama outside of story. Ain't nobody got time for that. Things need to be handled like adults, or people get removed from the server.
If you are possibly interested, feel free to send me a DM and we can talk about it, see how the vibe is and go from there.
A night of one too many drinks brings you to Jimmyโs lap but heโs not too pleased about you breaking one of his many simple rules
Sir Jimmy controlled what you wore, ate, drank, how much you slept, where you slept, who you spoke to, who spoke to you, but most importantly, where you went. It minimized how much he had to worry about you, he saidโbut one drink got you buzzed and two was already one too many. So when you guzzle down three cups of red wine and feel your cheeks tingling with the familiar heat that blossoms in your core whenever youโre around him, he lets you climb onto his lap and kiss him sweetly and whisper to him how much you need him, all the while not touching youโletting his hands fall from where you place them, not giving you what you really wantโthat is, for him to grab hold of you and use your body to get himself off. To suffocate and overwhelm you with the need that claws its way from the inside out.
You grind down on the growing bulge of his groin and whimper against its heat, trying to sit lower despite the pinch of your hips around his waist and the chase the friction against your own sex. Your voice melted against the slight scruff of his cheek and you breathed in the scent of his odor and pleaded him to hold you, but he just turned his face away each time you tried to kiss him and remained motionless beneath you, clenching his fists by his thighs and closing his eyes when your drenched core fit over his tense thigh and you twisted your fingers against his chest.
The orgasm you got from dry humping his thigh was sloppy and barely sufficient compared to how else heโd learned to please you, but it was enough to make your walls flutter and squeeze and your forehead fall above your fists. After youโd calmed down, he grunted, โaight then, up ye go,โ and picked you up like a child.
Youโd wake up in the morning in his bedโwith none of his intentions involving letting you leave in any sense of a reasonable hour. He could have thought of much crueler ways to remind you of the importance in obeying him, for your own safety, but he made no mention of it, or else he would be forced to admit his own softness toward you, how tempted as your breath melted over his mouth and his clicked his tongue with soft โah-ah-ahโโs to halt you from kissing him, how tempted and how badly he wanted to give you what you craved. And how he was simply relieved youโd come to him for pleasure, for comfort, to take care of you.
In that way, in the morning he was simply making it up to youโkissing you deep with slow tongue and the soft cradling of your cheeks with his calloused palms all the while he buried himself in you and gave you the comfort of being crowded by him, engulfed by him, consumed and just as filled up by him. All he would say of the previous night was a vague yet appealing threat to put you on a leash and collar with a bell on it to keep you at his heel like a well-behaved, good dog kept from trouble for its own good.
WARNINGS: smut (18+ ONLY), p in v, rough sex/pure porn with no plot, dom/sub vibes, slight size kink, dirty talk, creampie
A/N: anddddd my seat is wet thank you anon! thinking about this concept all day everyday cus remmick is a filthy little freak and i need him so bad
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YOUR HEAD LEANS back against the wall as your eyes squeeze shut, lips falling open just enough for him to see the point of your teeth.
โJust like that, darlinโ,โ Remmick cooes, holding back a moan. He moves his eyes down to where the two of you connected. About half of his length was hidden inside of you. โChrist, thatโs good.โ The other half was the only thing keeping his hips from fully pressing against yours.
When you were a little girl, youโd been told to never speak the Lordโs name in vain; the preacher hadnโt said anything about speaking it in pleasure.
For as long as youโd known Remmick, pleasure was all he seemed to know. Youโd miss him for a month or soโa time during which your life was ever so drabโuntil he came lurking around your cottage again. All it took was one โCome insideโ and Remmick knew you were his.
That and the way you managed to grip him the same every time he fucked you. โMiss me, honey?โ He asks while maintaining the merciless speed of his hips.
You nod rapidly, nose crinkled and hands gripping the table below you. He couldnโt have even waited to get you into the bedroom to have his way with you. Remmick was a man who got what he wanted, and you were the girl who gave it to him.
โM-missed you so bad,โ you stutter out. He was stronger than youโa lotโto the point where if you tried to move yourself or switch positions, heโd press your hips down, leaving bruises on the skin.
โI bet so, baby.โ Itโs unfair, really. Here you are, a trembling, sobbing mess with him between your legs, and he manages to pound into you like itโs nothing. Donโt be fooledโitโs one of the most heavenly things Remmick has felt. He grabs your face by your cheeks and leans in half way, pulling you to him. โTell you what,โ he whispers. โWhat if you donโt have to miss me no more?โ
You peek your eyes open and look at him through heavy eyelids. โW-,โ Youโre cut off by a moan. โWhat?โ
He angles his hips a certain way so you can feel the tip of him hitting a new spot inside you. As your toes curled, Remmick grinned. โIโll leave a little piece of me with you. That way,โ he caresses your chin with his thumb. His other hand acts as a weight on your stomach. โYou wonโt miss me when Iโm gone. Howโs that sound, darlinโ?โ
It only takes your foggy mind a second to process what he says, and you immediately nod your head. โPlease,โ you gripped onto his arms.
โI think you need it, honey,โ he almost chuckles, and if you werenโt distracted by the warmth building up between your legs, you wouldโve scolded him. You could feel every inch of him that drew in and out of you, kissing your cervix so gently but enough that your legs wrapped around him.
A devilish glare overcame your eyes. โI need it,โ you confirm, taking his thumb from your chin in between your lips. Remmickโs jaw drops slack as he lets out a soft groan. His pace somehow quickens, leaving you whimpering around his digit.
โOh, I knew youโd let me fuck you like this,โ he says while his movements turn rougher. Theyโre ragged and sharp, and (from experience) you know heโs just as close as you are. โA sweet girl like you needs someone to take care of her like this. I know you can handle yourselfโฆwasnโt sure if you could handle me.โ
Your lips part open and he drops his hand. โNow,โ he says into your ear with a small smirk. โIโm wondering if you can handle more.โ
His forehead presses against yours. Your body nearly bounces with every snap of hips. Thereโs still a glorious sensation of yourself stretching open for him. Letting him in. Your legs twist around his frame as if begging him to fill you up with his promise.
When you finish, you crash. Itโs a series of both of yoursโ high-pitched moans and throaty groans, the feeling of a warmth spurting into you. โThatโs it, darlinโ, take it all. Every drop of me.โ Remmick cooes as your chest rises and falls with desperate breaths. He doesnโt move out of you. His length, still unbelievably hard, plugs you to keep any of his release from dripping out.
A sheer layer of sweat creates a glisten over your face. You smile in a tired pleasure. โGonna have a piece of you with me forever.โ You say, taking his hand and placing it back over your lower stomach.
Remmick nods, rubbing the skin like heโs never felt something so soft. And as he moves forward to place a kiss on your lipsโa perfect mixture of gentle and roughโhe accidentally pushes himself even deeper into you.
A small moan escapes your throatโฆand he smirks into the kiss.
Iโd love to see Eddie Munson x-reader where reader (female) recently got her nipples pierced so Eddie has to restrain himself from touching them for however long it takes for them to heal, and is going crazy over it. (If you donโt get around to writing it or donโt want to thatโs totally fine too. Love your writing:) )
โง*ฬฅห PAIRING: *ฬฅหโง Eddie Munson x F!Reader
โง*ฬฅห UNIVERSE: *ฬฅหโง Stranger Things Season Four
โง*ฬฅห WORD COUNT: *ฬฅหโง 717
โง*ฬฅห TRIGGER WARNINGS: *ฬฅหโง Antsy Eddie is antsy | Grabby Hands Eddie | Hand swatting | Nipple Piercing | Inner Monologues are not inner. | Pouty Eddie is Pouty! PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read thisโฆ
โง*ฬฅห NOTES: *ฬฅหโง The moment I got this request I HAD to do it... no waiting!!! I adore Eddie! Thank you for your request love! Sorry if this is total ass... but I hope this brings you some joy. Prompt from this list. complete!!! But I hope this finds you well, and I hope you enjoy this! I'm so sorry!!
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Sore, that's what you were. You tried the ice cube trick, you tried standing in front of a fan, cool ice packs, you even tried a little bit of that devil's lettuce, but Eddie wanted to touch them so bad. Between the pouting, and the slight whining, he sat there, in anticipation. First thing that comes to mind is that old Heinz Ketchup commercial from the 70's... "Think how good it's going to taste when it finally gets there, anticipation, anticipation is making me wait."
Licking his lips, and short of frothing at the mouth, he watched you get out of the shower, sitting there, he pouted a moment, then started biting at those nails and watching you like you were going to do tricks. He groaned and stood up walking over to you, grabby hands and all, only for you to swat them. He groaned and dropped himself back on his bed and sighed.
"Oh come on! I just wanna play with em!" he whined.
"Baby, as much as I would love for you to play with them, they're sore, they're healing... you gotta wait baby boy." you coo a moment.
He groans and kinda flops around on the bed a moment. He sighs and sits up.
"Fine."
"Thank you, it shouldn't be too much longer." You remind him.
"I know, but I already feel like it's been forever." He sighed.
"Baby, it's only been 29 hours."
"Uh, yeah, that's forever don't you understand?" He stated.
"Baby, I think you will survive a little longer. You can squeeze my butt if you want..." You smirk.
"It ain't the same, I mean I like your butt too... but... boobies... bedazzled boobies! And EDDIE MUNSON CAN'T PLAY WITH THEM!"
"Don't shout." you chuckle.
Pouting even more, he looks at you and walks up behind you after you turn around and he places his arms around your waist at first, slowly moving them upwards as he kisses your neck, thinking he's sneaky he places his hands just under your bustline and you sigh and chuckled.
"Baby, they really hurt, please." You smile softly.
Turning but putting some distance you look over him and lean in and kiss him sweetly.
"It doesn't mean I love you any less." You remind him.
"I know... but I feel like I'm missing out. And maybe my touch is magical."
"I hate to remind you, but you're no cleric you can't touch and heal." You chuckle.
Eddie gasped and looked at you almost like he was offended, but he was not, His brow furrowed.
"You don't know that."
"Baby, I do know that... you tried to do that when you gave me the best fuck of my life the other night and my hips felt like they were spread from here to Los Angeles." You chuckled.
Eddie chuckled and smirked like he had this smug smirk.
"Are you sure I can't touch them?"
"Yes."
"Yes I can touch."
"No."
"No? Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Yes I can touch?"
"No Eddie.. No you cannot touch." You chuckle and finish getting dressed.
"When they're healed... Imma have so much fun." He smirked and day dreamed as he fell back on his bed dreaming about the fun he was going to have.
Chuckling you lick your lips remembering what the piercer told you.
"I really hate to be the bringer of bad news... No squeezing or pressure for at least 4-6 weeks after the piercing, and potentially longer, depending on individual healing and how the piercing feels. Full healing can take anywhere from 3-6 months, but some piercings can take up to a year or more to fully heal." You make this face like you're sorry.
Eddie shot out of bed and stared at you, gasping.
"Nope. No. This ain't gonna work for me... 4 weeks... maybe longer? MAYBE A YEAR?" He shook his head and grabby handed his way to you and just placed them on your breasts a moment and looked at them through your shirt. "It's okay buddies... I will miss you... and I shall think about you every time I shower... I will think about you in all your bouncing glittering glory..." He spoke to them and kissed each one before he pouted and went to get himself a drink from the kitchen.
Not a prompt but I had a crazy idea, Sergei with a big breeding king buuuut, you already had a child and yk your boobs are to full of milk and he drinks it๐๐๐
I got you. ๐I'm sorry this took so long to get out by the way, but once I started this one, it just flowed. No pun intended.
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Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!Reader
โข Genre: Oneshot, Smut, PWP โ Suitable For Adults Only. Minors will be blocked.
โข Word count: 1.4k of pure milk filth
โข Warnings: 18+ Minors do not interact. Pet Name (Mouse), lactation kink, post-pregnancy body worship, primal grinding, non-penetrative dry humping, breeding talk, feral possessive Kraven, overstimulation. Kraven is a milk-drunk menace and your panties arenโt safe. Youโve been warned.
โข A/N: Okay, so I have been neglecting my tumblr and I am sorry. Anon, I hope you see this, or that at least someone will enjoy it. I apologize, the gif is not mine. I currently don't have photoshop (im broke), so I couldn't make one as I usually do.
Your chest feels tight, heavy like balloons, tender to the touch. Sometimes you ache, throbbing from the pressure, especially when itโs been too long without pumping, feeding, or releasing.
Your breasts are swollen, enough to give him a handful of something to grip onto. And when he squeezesโฆgod, when he squeezesโฆthereโs a rush of relief. The ache eases under his greedy touch, milk dribbling out onto rough skin.
Sergei groans, deep from his throat.
โYouโre feeding me now, little mouse,โ he mutters before his lips latch onto your nipple. His tongue swirls around your flesh, lapping up every drop of milk that seeps from you. He wants this. He craves it.
His free hand pins you down when you squirm, the pace of his tongue unrelenting as you give him every drop you possibly can. Itโs overstimulating. Your nipple, hypersensitive, finds the feeling pleasurable. His fingers dig into your flesh and squeeze again, coaxing more to the surface.
When he gets another release, Sergei groans against your skin. The sound vibrates against your breast as he suckles, drinking you in. His mouth seals around you, tongue still lapping, easing the pressure inside you with every pull. Itโs primal, carnalโฆ and it makes you wetter than you could have ever imagined.
โUhmpโฆ Sergeiโฆโ you moan, voice raw in your throat. Your breathing stutters, shifting from calm to full-blown arousal in waves. He can smell the slickness under the fabric of your panties, the heat pooling in your core, spreading like wildfire along your hips and spine.
You move, hips shifting against the feeling of him, trying to find anything, everything, to grind against. His thigh shifts between your legs and presses up into your cunt, offering you just enough friction.
You rock against him, needy and desperate, fingers tangling into his hair. You pull, tugging just enough to make his mouth press deeper against your breast. He sucks harder, teeth grazing your nipple, biting just enough to pull a moan from your lips, high and sweet and wanton.
Your hips buck harder against his thigh, grinding yourself like a needy thing, chasing every sharp edge of pleasure. You shift, you roll, and then it hitsโan orgasm explodes through your body, wrapping you in heat, making your thighs shake.
Sergei grips your thigh, holding you steady, guiding your motion, silently telling you not to stop. His mouth breaks free from your breast just long enough to meet your eyes.
โYouโre swollen for meโฆ leaking for meโฆ you think Iโd waste that?โ His voice drops, rough and ravenous. โLook how your body feeds meโฆ just like itโs meant to.โ
His body shifts between your legs, pressing his hard self between them. The fabric of his jeans meets the fabric of your panties as he starts to grind against you, cock twitching under the restrictive denim. His mouth meets your untouched breast, lapping at first before his teeth tug at it slightly.
You moan again.
He groans, low and guttural.
Your eyes flutter, almost rolling back as you feel yourself on the brink of another orgasm already. He presses his weight down, grinding like an animal, not needing to push himself inside your wet heat to feel satisfaction. Just seeing you needy and desperate is enough.
His mouth latches around your breast again, sealing over your nipple as he groans heavily from his chest. You catch fragments of him muttering about keeping you swollen for him all year round. Heโs too hungry to strip, too feral to care. His hips rut against you, wild and sloppy, cock straining desperately behind rough denim. His mouth never leaves your breast, tongue swirling, lips dragging every drop from your swollen tits. He doesnโt need to be inside youโheโs feeding, grinding, breaking you.
You grind back, hips bucking like a wild thing as you cry out for him, hands finding his hair again as you yank him closer, pressing his face into your breast.
The fabric clings to his cock, every stroke soaking through with precum until itโs not enough. A growl catches in his chest and you feel itโheat spilling, cock jerking against your panties, messy and desperate. His hips press harder as he soaks himself, cumming in his jeans while still latched to your breast.
โF-fuck, Mouseโฆโ His jaw clenches, sucking your nipple as his thighs tremble along with yours.
Hello, may I request #2 โ { putting } a hand over their mouth to be quiet *whispers because it's a bad guy and I know people are about them* with Ray Marcus?
Thank you.
โง*ฬฅห PAIRING: *ฬฅหโง Ray Marcus x F!Reader
โง*ฬฅห UNIVERSE: *ฬฅหโง Nocturnal Animals
โง*ฬฅห WORD COUNT: *ฬฅหโง 985
โง*ฬฅห TRIGGER WARNINGS: *ฬฅหโง Ray Marcus... he's a TW himself | Rough Sex | Loud Reader | Hand over mouth | Foul Language | P-i-V | PWP | Creampie | mention of drinking | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read thisโฆ
โง*ฬฅห NOTES: *ฬฅหโง Sorry if this is total ass... but I hope this brings you some joy. Prompt from this list. Love... I am SOOOOOO SORRY this took me almost 2 years to complete!!! But I hope this finds you well, and I hope you enjoy this! I'm so sorry!!
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It never took him long to make you quiver. It never took him long to even make you wet between those folds between your legs. Not only that, but it was his bad boy ways. It was the way he moved and the way he took in your scent in such a primal way. Ray was sex on legs for you, moans in the air, and he owned your ever tremble, quiver, whimper and moan. Fuck it, let's face it, you let this man willingly own you. But you never really let him fully take that control, no, it was fun fighting him for it. It was fun to play that game of cat and mouse, but in the need, he knew you were doing it for the sheer thrill of it all.
This wasn't a moment you needed to play cat and mouse, no, this was a moment of you knowing exactly what you were doing to get the result you wanted. Tonight was an interesting night, having invited a few friends over, a few drinks, maybe even a game or two of Cards Against Humanity, a good fun filled night. But there was a catch. He wanted to play a game of his own, and you weren't privy to that knowledge. His eyes are on you all night, but yours were undressing him just as much as his were undressing you.
People filed in, laughter filled the room, shot glasses hit the table, liquor sloshed around in the bottle as more shots were being poured. Someone asked if there was another bottle. Willingly you offered to go check, you kept things like that on the top shelf of your walk-in pantry. Standing up you feel your legs are a little wobbly, with a soft chuckle you make your way to your kitchen. Looking around you grab the handle of the pantry door with your right hand and wander in. Reaching up you turn on the pull cord to your light. But quickly the door closes and the light turns off and you feel yourself being pushed back against the shelf.
You giggle. Of course you giggle. He lets out a breathy chuckle.
"You don't think I noticed, girl?"
"Noticed what?"
"Oh come on, lookin' at me with them come fuck me eyes all night." he pointed out.
Chuckling you lick your lip and take his hand and place it between your legs. He licks his own lip, slow, dangerously slow. Though dark, you feel you can see him perfectly. There was no question as to what or where this was headed. His hand moved from between your legs, and gripped at your bare thigh. Hiking up your skirt a moment he narrowed his eyes on you.
"You seem hungry, girl."
"I am... starving." you purr softly.
"You're going to have to be quiet." He muses softly.
All you can do is nod your head. Reaching forward you undo his belt and jeans. He allows you to do this, but quickly takes control back. Dropping his pants, he lifts your hips and presses into you without any second guessing. You gasp, and grip at his shirt as your hands rest on his shoulders.
"Fuck, Ray." you moan softly, just loud enough for him to hear.
Of course, this man wasn't going to fuck you soft and tender in the pantry. No, this was a quickie. Fast. Hard, the shelves rattling. Your breath quickly picked up. His grunts grew softly as he used the shelves to his advantage thrusting into you, fast, rough, quick pasted.
"Fuck! Your cock feels so fuckin' good." you moan.
Your moans become louder.
"I told you, you gotta be quiet, girl." he snarled a bit.
"I know but you feel so fuckin good." you purr.
The sweat starts to bead against his brow as he continues to thrust, his lips pressing against your neck to muffle his own sounds, but that doesn't stop your mouth from getting louder. With a growl, his hand slaps over your mouth and he growls.
"You're fuckin' done." he snarls.
You gasp into his hand, but you continue to moan loudly against his hand as he continues to roughly thrust his cock between the wet folds between your legs, your slick wet walls clenching around him as your head falls against one of the shelves, you feel yourself building, pleasure quivering within those walls, which only causes him to thrust harder, some of the cans rattling against the wooden shelves, almost ready to fall, but he wasn't stopping. Thrust after thrust, he feels himself building.
"Make a mess on me... and I'll give you a treat, girl."
It was those words alone that sent you over the edge. Your eyes flutter closed as you completely become undone on his hard thrusting throbbing cock. His hand grips around your mouth a little harder as he thrusts deeper, at least it felt deeper as hot thick ribbons of good girl treats cover your wet walls.
A few more thrusts as he starts to slow and he keeps you and himself right where he was. He get close to your ear.
"You're not cleaning up, I want everyone to see your good girl treat runnin' down your leg..." he smirked.
You giggle, and nod your head and gasp as he pulls himself from you, and starts to put himself away and grabs the whiskey off the shelf and smirk kissing your forehead and heads back to the party.
Feeling yourself mentally coming undone you giggle, clear your throat, fix your hair, feeling him already oozing down your leg. You make your way back to the party, standing there everyone's acting like nothing just happened. You finally take a seat and smirk, sitting across from him, your mind starts running again. Maybe the Quiet Game would be added to your list of things to perfect... Practice makes perfect right?
Hi Mandie! I'm glad to see you back here, and all these smoking hot delicious fics ! Could I request prompt #3 with Kraven ? I just love how you write him !๐ฅ
He does things to my heart that omg ! โค๏ธโ๐ฅ๐
Hey! I am so sorry it's taken me so long to get to my requests, I have had a lot going on and have been in a funk. I hope this hits the spot for you though. โก
Sergei Kravinoff x Submissive!F!Reader
3. "You look better with my hands around your neck."
โข Genre: Oneshot, Smut, PWP โ Suitable For Adults Only. Minors will be blocked.
โข Word count: 2.3k of pure filth
โข Warnings: 18+ Minors do not interact. feral smut, choking (consensual), prey/hunter kink, rough sex, overstimulation, possessive Kraven, dumbification elements. If I missed anything, let me know, I don't want you to be taken by surprise.
โข A/N: Okay, so I have been neglecting my tumblr. It's been rough for me, but I needed to branch away from my usual stuff and figured, I'd come back and give stuff a shot. I really hope this hits the spot for you guys. Gif credit goes to me.
He smelled like earth and violence; smoke, pine, and blood tangled in his hair; and that quiet hum of muscle after he had pounced on you. Tension coiled through his shoulders, muscles drawn tight as his frame pinned you to the bed, nothing but heat and flesh pressing you down. A low growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating in your ears. His nose dragged along your neck, slow and savoring, like he was deciding where to bite first.
โYou run, you fightโฆ but you come back. Always.โ Sergeiโs growl was soft, but it curled down your spine like a predatorโs promise.
He wasnโt wrong. It had always been this way with him: cat and mouse, hunter and prey. You had a talent for wanting him one second and denying him the next. Not because you didnโt crave him, but because you loved the chase. You lived for the catch. For the way his grip could snatch you out of your rebellion. For the delicious thrill that sparked through your core when he pinned you. It coiled low in your belly, hot and heavy, wrapping around you like a blanket woven from danger and desire.
His hand snaked up your frame, slow, steady, calculating. Then, without warning, it tightened around your throat. Another low growl rumbled from his chest as his thumb tilted your jaw, forcing your head to the side. His teeth grazed your shoulder, dragging a sharp line across sensitive skin, and your back arched into the bed, chasing the heat. Flesh pressed to flesh, bare skin tangled, the space between you burning alive. His grip shifted, fingers curling with purpose, tightening just enough to make you feel it.
โYou look better with my hands around your neck,โ he murmured against your skin, hips pressing forward, hunger tangible in every movement.
His grip tightened around your throat, fingers pressing into the sides and cutting off the flow of blood. Warmth rushed through you as you started to feel lightheaded, dizzy with both lust and the cut-off supply of what your brain needed. With no effort, he managed to strip your brain of who you were, making you dumb, willing, and needy all at once. Your hips bucked up into him, begging to feel the head of his cock pressing in between wet folds.
His hips pressed again, the head of his cock pushing into you slowly at first before suddenly slamming into you with a single, powerful thrust. Both of you gasped for air. A moan escaped one, a growl from the other. Your cunt welcomed him like a vice, hot, wet, desperate. He could feel every shiver, every twitch. You squeezed around him like your body knew who it belonged to.
The way you clenched around him wasnโt just hunger, it was surrender. Your hips jerked, thighs tightened, your body trying to drag him in deeper, to take more than he was willing to give all at once. But the sense of control in Sergei snapped. He pressed his length forward, bringing your flesh to meet the hilt of him.
You were so tight, like your body was fighting him and begging all at the same time. Every push made your back arch against the bed. You gasped, and he could feel the pulse of your need wrapping around his cock like a brand. His grip around your throat faltered just for a moment, and a rush of blood to your mind brought a buzzing sensation to your skin. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room as his pace started to quicken.
โGood girl,โ he growled heavily, like a man who couldnโt help but cave to you. It rumbled from his chest with a moan. Inside you, everything was heat, silk, and submission. The way you sucked him in made his jaw tighten and his grip roughen again. You made him want to fuck until you couldnโt breathe without his name in your throat.
Tension coiled through your body, your legs tightening as his hips rolled with intense motions. His flesh grazed your cunt, pushing slow, savoring the stretch, then slamming forward. His hips ground until he bottomed out. You squirmed under him, moaning loudly. Your arms came up under his, fingers meeting his back, nails dragging against flesh. His growls became heavier, deeper from his chest as he felt you scratching him.
Suddenly, he slowed, his hand gripping at your throat once more. He started to grind his hips down, savoring the way you writhed under him, how your thighs trembled, your body arching helplessly. His pace was unrelenting, not rough but suddenly thorough. Every deep stroke was designed to pull broken little sounds from your throat.
โYou make such cute noises,โ he muttered, teeth nipping at your shoulder again before he growled and kept the pace. He could feel the build-up in you, the frantic clenching of your pussy around him, the way your thighs tried to close around his hips like you could trap him there. You were close, desperate. His next thrust made you sob, and it only made him fuck you harder.
Your breathing hitched.
Your hips jerked.
You were squeezing him, trying to chase it, trying to run from it. He groaned, dark and low, because this was his favorite part, when you stopped pretending you had control. Your cunt fluttered around him, tight and slick and so fucking close to giving in. He grinned, teeth flashing against your throat, hips grinding deeper just to hear how pretty you sounded when you fell apart for him.
His gut coiled tightly, low, deep, like a pressure bomb ready to blow. His stomach knotted and his muscles locked up. His motions became more aggressive, his hips snapping harder against your flesh. Blood rushed hot. His head went light. His skin burned and every touch felt like too much, too good, and not enough. Sergeiโs jaw clenched, teeth bared, and a growl got stuck in his throat.
His cock throbbed inside you. That pounding pulse, the way you clenched around him, it dragged him closer. He felt every twitch and slick drag. Every tight squeeze made his rhythm sloppier, harsher, and more desperate. Thoughts rattled in his brain, words he couldnโt form to speak from his lips: โSo fucking tight...canโt hold it...need to fill her...need her to feel it...donโt stop...donโt you fucking stop...mine...mine...mine...โ
Then he let loose.
Your back arched.
His hand pressed down around your neck.
His thighs started to shake. He gritted his teeth, and his hips pushed to stay deep. A feeling tightened in his chest like a weight, everything about him started to twitch; fingers and muscles. He gasped, holding his breath just for a second beforeโฆ
The pressure snapped, white-hot and brutal, cock jerking inside you with every pulse. His muscles locked, hips driving deeper, a growl splitting his throat as his release surged, thick and relentless. You squeezed around him, milking him dry, and the sound that tore from his chest was feral; pure instinct, pure fucking claim.
You screamed his name from your chest, breathy like you couldnโt hold it in anymore. It caused him to growl, pressing deeper as he felt the way your legs trembled under the weight of him. From head to toe you shook, warmth pooling between your legs as you felt his mess leaking out from under you and pooling against your flesh and the damn sheets.
And then, stillness.
Sergei leaned his body down against you, breathing heavy from the moment. His hand finally slipped from your throat, going to rest against your hip. His thumb pressed into your flesh in a moment of affection and grounding. His cock, still buried deep within you, pulsed once, twice, before finally stopping. He made sure you took every last drop of him, filling you to the point that when he pressed in again, his mess leaked out more from between your thighs.
โIโm not done with you, little mouse,โ he growled softly. โNot even close.โ
Summary: Beau is there to offer you the comfort you need.
Word Count: 894
A/N: This is my first Beau fic. Written because I was in need of some Beau comfort.
Warnings: period talk, fluff/comfort.
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics
It was early evening, the constant and busy hum of the Sheriff's office beginning to quieten, as the current shift was coming to an end. Beau was sitting in his office, nursing a cup of coffee while taking a final look through his current case file, getting ready to clock out for the day. His phone began to buzz on his desk next to him, and a bright smile broke out on his face when he saw it was your name lighting up his screen.
He answers on the second ring. โHey darlinโ he starts in that southern Texas drawl of his.
โBeau, I'm really sorry. I know we had plans for this evening, but I need to cancel, I'm not feeling up to it. I'm so sorry,โ you rush out, trying to get the words out, before the tears you can feel building bubble up to the surface.
Worry immediately sets in hearing the strain and slight wobble in your voice. โDo you need anything? I can come round if you need me too?โ
โNo I'll be ok thanksโ you reply, really not wanting him to see you right now, camped out on your sofa, doubled over in pain, pain that is etched all over your face. Not to mention the near constant yucky feeling you have had since you got up this morning to find your period had started. A combination that had you refusing to move from your curled up position on your couch. โI'm just gonna take some painkillers and take it easy, I'll be okโ you reassure him.
โWell ok, if you're sure. Call me if you need anything, though.โ
โI will, thanks,โ you reply, breathing through the intense cramp that shot through you. Trying your best to disguise the pain.
He heard it anyway.
โI uh, I gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow ok.โย
โOk sweetheartโ.
Hanging up, you toss your phone back down on the sofa next to you as you settle back down, waiting for your latest dose of painkillers to kick in.
Beau puts his phone back on his desk, coffee and case files long forgotten after his call with you, and finds himself picking up his football tossing it around. Thinking. The conversation with you playing in his mind, bothering him. After a few moments, he knows what he wants to do. He gets up and strides out of his office with purpose.
Later on, there's a knock at your door. You groan to yourself and drag yourself up off the sofa and away from your tv marathon.ย Padding your way over to the door in your elasticated sleep shorts and baggy t-shirt.
Opening the door, you find Beau standing there.
โI know you said you didn't need anything butโฆโ he trailed off, holding up the bags he was carrying. โI took a guess at what was wrong, and I came with supplies anyway. I've got a selection of snacks, a hot water bottle, and a new heat pad because I wasn't sure which you preferred. Carla always swore by these heat pad things, but Em prefers curling up with a hot water bottleโ he rambles on, pausing only when he notices the tears starting to form in your eyes.
โDid I do something wrong?โ He asks, concerned, placing the bags down.
โNo,โ you shake your head. He breathes out a sigh of relief. โIt's justโฆ I really wasn't expecting any of this. How did you know?โ
His lips twitch up at the corners slightly. โTook a wild guess. I do have an ex-wife and a teenage daughter, I can recognise the signs,โ he shrugs, taking a step towards you.
โReally? I thought I'd done a good job at hiding them.โ
โWell I am the Sheriff. It's kind of my job to notice thingsโ he grins.ย
You surge forward, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his chest. โThank youโ you whisper to him as he pulls you in close, one arm holding you tight to him while the other rubs soothing circles on your lower back.
You stay like that for a while until you start cramping up again and need to curl up. Beau swiftly grabs the bags of supplies as you lead him over to the sofa. Kicking off his boots he positions himself at an angle at the end of your couch, one leg propped on it, the other with his foot on the floor, leaving a space for you to sit between his legs. You settle yourself in the gap he left for you, pulling your knees up towards your chest and leaning back into him. His body heat creating some comfort for your aching back, his hands sneaking their way underneath your oversized shirt, pressing them to your cramping lower belly. Providing you with the first bit of relief you've felt all day. You breathe a sigh of relief.
โYou doin ok?โ He checks, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
Yeah,โ you sigh contently, turning your head slightly to look at him โWhat did I do to deserve you?โ you ask, causing Beau to smile softly at you before leaning down to kiss you. A short and sweet kiss as if to say โI've got youโ. You gently lean back into him, allowing the warmth of him and his embrace to soothe you.
I just saw the request you got for a Joe Macken fic and I think you should surely watch that movie! I personally really liked the movie but let me tell you something, as a warning. Joe isn't a very nice person
I currently don't have an up and coming piece. I have been just getting back into the swing of being creative. But I took a look at what requests I have sitting here and what is in my drafts and am doing my best to work on them again.
โOn a side note though, I'd really love to write some pieces for Luca Marinelli's character in Trust, Primo Nizzuto. There is nothing and I have a few plot bunnies bouncing around.
This is a snippet from a Jackson Rippner piece saved in my drafts. It is from a prompt request where the prompt is: โdo you wish it was *name* touching you right now?โ
Notepad recently, so that I can keep gif or whatever open next to it and I have it set to auto save so I don't lose anything. Sometimes the premium version of Grammarly if I can afford it. Otherwise, I'll use whatever I can to check my grammar and sentence structure.
