✎necro, ddlg, age play, anything to do with urine or feces, incest, feederism, pedophilia, rape, under the influence sex, raceplay, beastiality, basically no weird ass shit!
riding lestat and hes praising you in french? if you see this and you decide to write it thank you!!
tonight was different, when Lestat would usually be fucking you passionately from behind or some other acute position—today, he decided on something different. something that he felt gave more control to you, almost like dangling hope in front of you just so he could snatch it back with the realization that he, in fact, controlled every aspect of your being.
his fabricated human night was filled with the idea of your breasts bouncing in his face, begging for his attention with your whimpers of pleasure to paint the picture perfect. as he watched a man play the piano on stage, you at his side, he was for once grateful that you could not hear the vile things he planned for you tonight.
it was everything he could’ve imagined and more, but his favorite part? the way you looked so helpless, and so used to him doing all the work for you. “Les, please—“ your voice slightly cracked. “Help me, ‘wanna make you feel good.” you mumbled out, eyes hooded and cold blush flushing your cheeks. He chuckled. “Yeah? You want me to help you, hm?” He mocked, cupping the side of your face as he gazed up at you.
the look on his face made the coil in your stomach eager as you nodded at him in fear your voice would betray you. “How could I ever deny my beautiful girl when she asks so nice?” He mutters back with a boyish smile as his hands found your hips. you let out a sigh of pleasure as he guided you into a blissful rhythm, and the subtlety of his hands gradually gripping your hips tighter made you confident enough to pick up the pace.
he looked perfect like this, his blonde hair messy and his eyes low as he scanned over every inch of you as you rode him. “Tu t'en sors si bien, mon cher.” He groaned out, eyes locked on your breasts bouncing in his face. “You like this, yes?” He asked tauntingly, moving one of his hands from your hip towards the flesh of your ass, gripping almost possessively. “comme quand je te fais travailler pour ça.” He sighed with a cocky smile.
you moaned as you felt him begin to fuck into you, matching his thrusts to when you’d drop back down onto him perfectly. “Oh—oh my god, Lestat! Please..” you cried as you fell onto his chest. Lestat gripped both of your ass cheeks and slammed them down onto him mercilessly, the sound echoing throughout the room. “Just like that, Lesss….” You slurred out through whimpers and moans. “Oui, ma bonne fille, tu prends si bien ce que je te donne.” He replied, voice husk and filled with desire.
Can we have some more iwtv smutshots? God, I love those crazy vampires! All of them are so hot too!
For Lestat maybe drunk sex?
For Armand some light body worship or appreciation sex (my boy needs some love).
Thank you!
hi! I plan to start writing soon again, especially with the new season coming out! I don’t feel comfortable with writing under the influence sex, but I will see what I can do on the Armand suggestion!
yesss omigod!! 🧸💞 let him set a bedtime for you n everything!! (ignore any spelling mistakes sorryyy lol!!)
the pogues had thrown jj a little stupid “luau” birthday party over at the boneyard, and a bunch of people ended up showing up, a night of drinking, sticky s’mores, and messin’ around. even after the sun had set, the partying hadn’t ended, at some point, you’re seated on john b’s lap to keep you from wandering around with people you don’t know. you do this often, situating yourself in his arms and waiting until he’s done with his conversations- really to give you attention. and of course, you are included in the conversations and are normally pretty well-behaved! but with the hour boarding at 10:00 at night it's known that around this time you get frisky and impatient.
usually, you’d be in bed by now, or getting pounded into the mattress by your boyfriend, so it only makes sense that you’d be a little tired and needy. your head lolls into the crook of his neck, eyes beginning to droop closed. and john b takes immediate notice, his hand coming up to pull your top up from any more cleavage or “helping his baby out” as he puts it. your frosty white nails scratching softly skin on his arm, the arm holding you tightly against him.
“can’t believe i’m still up this late…” you whisper, knowing he’d hear you
“neither can i, you're usually passed out by this time.” he coos and presses a kiss to your temple, bouncing you on his leg a bit
you smile at his words, your sleepy brain responding with what you would hope to convince him that you're still awake, aka still responsive enough for sex… “m’ still awake though, s’such a nice party.” yeah? you're slurring a little honey…” he hums,
at some point he can tell you’re starting to get antsy, wiggling so that your cunt could get some sort of friction against his thigh and that’s when he decides it's time to get you home. and as soon as your makeup is off and teeth are brushed he’s carrying you over his shoulder into his room. john b helping you peel off your skirt and lifting your pretty top over your head, knowing that you needed to be absolutely naked at this very moment.
“can we have sex now?” you whisper, big wide puppy eyes staring up at your boyfriend.
“sorry baby but no can do. past your bedtime.” he winces, giving your ass a light pat to get you on the bed.
“whatever happened to birthday sex!?” you pout, climbing onto the messy sheets of the bed, patting the spot next to you so that your boyfriend could get the hint.
“it’s jj’s birthday, not ours.” he laughs and shakes his head, pulling his t-shirt over his head revealing to you his pretty v line and happy trail. your eyes drift downwards waiting for him to strip off his pants next. “well that’s gotta count,” you shrug, laying your head back against your pillow.
“hate to break it to ya bubba but it doesn’t.”
“please!!! i’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life!!” you whine and climb on top of him once he lays down beside you in nothing but boxers.
“okay well, that's a little dramatic…”
“please please please pretty please johnbee!” you grind your now slippery wet cunt on his bulge, making the fabric of his boxers wet with an obvious little spot.
“you sure? it’s- 10:43…you need your beauty rest right?” he tries to soothe your aching by pressing your body down onto him, his big rough hands squeezing the doughy flesh of your ass as gently as he can. “no, wanna make you feel good.” you shake your head and bring your lips over to the side of his neck to give him a bunch of kisses. its is so beyond easy to get him to give in on something like this!!
and the next thing you know you are on top of him, cowgirl style as he helps you bounce on his cock by lifting you up and down by your ribs, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples every now and then to give you a shockwave of pleasure. “big- big- so bi- johnnyyyy” you could almost drool at how massive he feels inside you, no matter how many times you fuck, you could never full be used to the size of your boyfriend's huge dick. he can tell by the way you can’t make full sentences that you're starting to get cockdrunk and on top of that….sleepy.
“you getting sleepy now bub?” john b hums, flicking your nipples with his thumb a couple of times,
“noooo…”
“yeeaah, she’s getting sleepy on me…” he says while he smiles that sweet sleepy smile.
“m’not! wanna keep doin’ this,” “m’i bouncing good?” you shake your head as tears spill out of your eyes, streaming down your face, and john b knows you're not crying because of pain, it's just what happens when you feel really good.
“super good sweetheart, feel like cumming?” he coos, bringing his hands down to grip your ass, and surely there is gonna be some obvious handmark bruising and soreness on your poor pretty ass in the morning.
“uh huh!”
“sh sh sh, just close your eyes puppy, and cream all over me, cover my cock.” john b takes the opportunity that your body is going weak due to your approaching orgasm and thrusts up into you unbelievably harder and deeper. as soon as your boyfriend hears your cute little high pitched moans escape your lips he knows that within seconds your tight walls are pulsing around him, cumming down hard on his dick, and that’s exactly what happens. you can feel his warm cum shoot up into your tummy, smiling at the feeling, knowing your boyfriend pretty much cums bucketssss!!
you hide your flushed sweaty face in the crook of his neck, your hands still gripping his shoulders with ferocity. john b then hears your breathing return to normal, rubbing your back with soft motions.
“did daddy tire his girl out? hmm? finally ready to get some shut eye huh bubba?”
“feel so full right now, wish we could stay like this forever…” john b continues to rub your back and nod at your drowsy mumbling, and you know you could pass out right in this very moment and he’d take care of you.
“please, please, please..” Rafe chanted over and over again. He sat on the edge of the bed with you standing between his spread legs. You held back tears, refusing to look down at the man who rested his head on your stomach. You tried to ignore him. Ignore his heavy hands wrapped around your lower half. Ignore the weight of him against you. Ignore the pang in your chest, and the churn of your stomach.
You tried to forget the euphoric feeling of being utterly consumed with him. Forget the way he raked his fingers through your hair as you slept. Forget how heavy his gaze always was when he looked at you. Forget how he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered. Yet, all you could seem to do was remember. “I’ll stop.” He muttered, words slurred and laced with a fabrication of truth.
“Stop, Rafe.” You said weakly, your voice betraying you and cracking under the weight of heartache. You thought he was getting better. Thought you were helping. The bags of coke laying out on the table told you otherwise. “You can’t live like this.” You whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks as you finally dared to look down at him.
His eyes were glazed with tears as he stared up at you. He looked like a wounded puppy, and you almost wanted to give in. Almost. “I know. I know, I’ll stop, baby.” He said. Rafe peppered kisses across your stomach and whispered sweet nothings against you, and in an instant, you were like putty in his hands all over again.
Rafe looked at you, once again, like you were the only thing that mattered. Not the coke on the table. You. And you believed it as he pulled you down onto his lap. His hands cupped the sides of your face, and his thumb gently swept away a tear that fell. He thought you looked ethereal like this, face flushed with emotion and heavy, wet lashes.
his body quivered under yours in anticipation, and his curious eyes were hooded with lust as he watched you align your entrance with this cock. “Say it, rafey.” You urged, teasing the tip of his entrance against your clit, feeling his precum smear and mix with your juices. Rafe bit his lip harshly, almost as if he were holding it back. You clicked your tongue at his defiance. “Hmm, maybe you don’t deserve this then, huh?” You sighed as you moved to get off of him.
Rafes hand flew to your waist, instantly stopping you. Still chewing on his bottom lip nervously, his eyes met yours. “M sorry, I’ll be good for you, ‘promise.” He said, and you smiled cruelly at the way his aching member twitched against your cunt, begging for your attention. “Then say it, baby.” You cooed, rubbing your slick up and down his cock with your pussy.
you could’ve sworn you heard the faintest, needy whimper slip past his lips. “Need you to fuck me, please.” He groaned out. You laughed at how pathetic he looked sprawled under you with bite marks covering his chest, followed by stains of your lipstick. “Mm, good boy, aren’t you?” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
he felt like the wind was knocked out of him as you suddenly sank down into him, completely enveloping his cock in your warmth. “Oooh, fuck—please, please—“ he chanted over and over as you bounced up and down, hypnotized by the way your breasts bounced with you. Your hand found it’s way to his throat, putting just enough pressure to remind him that it’s you who has this power over him.
“Gonna milk you dry.” You moaned out, fueled by the way his hands gripped onto your hips like his life depended on it. You could feel his cock twitching in you, signaling his release approaching—but the twisted side of you wanted more. “M gonna cum, oh god, fuck—“ he whimpered out, tears lining his eyes, the most helpless he’s ever felt. “Beg.” You said, lightly slapping the side of his face.
“Please let me cum, I-I can’t—mommy, please.” He said between moans, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to delay his release. You hummed in approval as you sped up your pace, squirting all over his cock with a loud moan as you felt him paint your insides.
pairing: dad!rafe x farmer's wife!reader
synopsis: rafe comes home and tries to take care of reader.
warnings/tags: fluff! smut! MDNI! wc: 400
a/n; i can't stop thinking about being a housewife
farmer’s wife masterlist ♡ rafe masterlist
you could tell that your husband was home from two things; the way the sound of the door banging echoed across your shared home, and the way tiny footsteps immediately ran to the front door. it had happened so much you could play the sight inside of your head like it was a movie; the five-year-old jumping into rafe's arms so happily.
"mommy!" mabel exclaimed as rafe laughed, spinning the little girl around in his arms.
"hi, maple." he chuckled, pressing a small kiss at the crown of mabel's head, "what'd you and mama learn today?"
"mama taught me math." mable rolled her eyes, "like, duhhh, five plus three is eight. everyone knows that! i'm not a baby!"
"maybe mama didn't." rafe said with widened eyes, causing mabel to snicker as he pressed another kiss on her forehead, "how about you go color something for mommy, yeah?"
"yeah!" mabel exclaimed happily, bounding back upstairs into her room. you could hear the way rafe's joints clicked as he stood up straight, and soon enough, a strong pair of arms were wrapped around you.
"so i guess i'm now an idiot, then?" you chuckled softly, leaning into rafe's touch, ignoring the vegetables you were chopping as the man pressed kisses on the column of your throat.
"guess you are." he whispered against your throat as his hand slipped into your leggings, your breath catching in your throat and your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his hands shamelessly slip into your panties, your senses filled with him.
all you could smell was the sweat on his body from working all day, all you could see inside your head was him lifting heavy things, sweating all over himself all throughout the day; you didn't really care what he actually did, but you cared about how... primal it made you feel.
"we shouldn't be doing this..." you mumbled, yet your hips rolled along with the rolls the man kept drawing on your clit.
"i'm not doing anything." rafe grinned against your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over you, "just greeting my wife." he grinned, his free hand grasping yours and bringing it to his mouth and pressing a kiss on it, "hello." he mumbled, making you chuckle.
then, mabel's voice interrupted it, calling out "daddy! i wanna show you my drawing." making rafe chuckle, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek as he withdrew his fingers from your panties, making you whine.
"duty calls. but later tonight..." he grinned, making you roll your eyes as he winked, walking away.
