#nsfwsmut

[ellen-m-ichiban81]

Joe Quinn NSFW Headcanons

*He can ba switch, but mostly a Dom. Loves to hiss filthy things in your ear when he's pounding you into the middle of next week, but calls you his good girl after.

*Loves to have his cock sucked, loves to watch you gag on it while he fucks your throat .. but nothing turns him on more than burying his face in your cunt. He can quite happily stay down there all night, making you cum over and over, and die a happy man.

*He can alternate between railing you mercilessly, and making gentle love to you. It can depend on his mood, but mostly on yours. In the end, *your* pleasure is more important.

*Much as he loves to be in control, he loves to let you ride him. Giving you that power over him, makes *him* feel powerful. And, on a shallow note, he loves to watch your tits bounce in his face.

*He's very vocal. A lot of 'fuck yeah's and 'just like that's and 'you take me so well's. He shouts when he cums, depending on the intensity.

*He's a post coital cuddler. Right after, he will just cradle you in his arms, murmuring words of praise in your ear.

(Sorry, this is short.... climbing slowly back into that writing saddle again)

[ellen-m-ichiban81]

A little Joseph smut. Just the thought of Dom! Joseph gets me feral. 🥵🔥

You tried to struggle, but your wrists were bound pretty firmly to the bedpost, while Joseph loomed over you on the bed, grinning devilishly, bending only to run his hot tongue down the valley between your breasts as you writhed helplessly against him.

'Don't struggle, darling.' He chuckled. 'You'll only tighten the knots-wouldn't want to cut off your circulation.'

'Please, Joe.' You gasped, aroused beyond reason. 'Stop teasing...just fuck me. Now.'

He threw back his head and laughed, a simultaneously endearing and dirty cackle. 'So impatient...' He grinned, then without warning, thrust a finger into your heat. 'And so wet for me already...do you really want it so badly?'

The sound that came from your mouth was both moan and squeal and as you struggled once more against your bonds, the mirth disappeared from his face and he removed his finger, cupped your ass, raised your hips and buried himself inside you with one rough push.

It was instantly frantic and relentless, Joseph pounding rapidly into you, his breath hot and raspy against your neck as you met his thrusts, wincing as the silk scarf started to chafe your wrists.

Using his feet to open your legs even more, he bottomed out, arching his back like a bow and groaning as you spasmed around him.

'Cum.' He ground out. 'Come on, love, cum for me.' He reached up and tore the scarf off from your wrists, and you immediately clung to him like a limpet, tearing your nails down his back and calling his name repeatedly as you convulsed and shuddered through your climax.

Moments later, above you, Joseph let out a loud anguished moan, went rigid inside you, and then peaked himself, spilling into you...

[morsparadisium]

🔙 // push my muse against a wall .📌 // pin my muse’s wrists above their head .😏 // give my muse a hickey .. ((For Changeling, from Franky)

“H-Hey!”

Knapa gasped as her back hit the wall behind her as she the doctor roughly shoved herself against it. She had come to Franky’s house again, this time without breaking in, as an invited guest.. Or as a fool who fell to their trap.

Even with the girl struggling against the assailant they got a good hold on her hands and pin her wrists above their head. “What are you doing?” To say that Knapa was distraught was an understatement. She was furious. Unfortunately that fierce resistant didn’t amount to much as the small girl felt herself being pulled up. Her feet didn’t touch the ground and the young saint found herself to be on eye level with the doctor who pinned her against the wall.

“Let me go right nooaghmm..!” Her last word turn into a moaned slur that lingered on until a loud gasp left Knapa’s lips as her mouth and eyes open wide in shocking pleasure. Franky’s lips bit down on her neck and she felt a strong suction that would leave a mark on the girl that branded her as the doctor’s plaything.

[morsparadisium]

✤

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love 

She smiled at him with a smile so loving and coy that one coudn’t possibly know what the creature was thinking as they danced through the night. There was no one else but them out there on the steppe. There was only them and the moon. The clay woman seemed even more pale under the moonlight.

The man would have been cold if not for her entrancing presence. He had agreed to follow her out here at last despite the warnings of his friends and family. They had seen how he fell in love with a monster who constantly tried to lure him out of the town to the endless steppe where no one could help him.

The Herb Bride wasn’t a monster. She was misunderstood by everyone and by herself as the woman of clay couldn’t understand why she did what she did. The man had misunderstood her as well but it wasn’t clear to him just yet.

After what seemed like hours they stopped dancing. Her soon to be husband could barely stand on his feet as he panted with sweat making his skin glister. His bride held him close and supported him so he wouldn’t collapse.

“Make love to me.” The creature begged with a whisper “Please.” She sounded almost desperate. What his answer was, if he even had any, was lost when he fell as the woman let herself fall down while pulling him on top of her. The dress of his bride had been torned during the dance so he could feel her cold skin with his touch. Exhausted he struggled to remove his clothes and only managed to strip half of them by the time The Herb Bride had grown tired of waiting. She removed his belt and tore the front of his trousers open. Her hand reached in and pulled his shaft out that he then used to spear his lover who wailed with the sudden pleasure.

Just like the dance the moment felt like it would never end. The man felt spent, used and at his limit, but his bride would still make love to him. He had collapsed on top of her and she had kept grinding against him for a while before pushing him off of her only to mount him. She drained him.

When the first light started to dawn she trembled on top of him and the moaning that had echoed on the steppe finally came to an end. The Herb Bride convulsed on his shaft before sliding off and collapsing next to her lover who was barely consciouss but he still smiled as he looked at her. He was happy. as she crawled beside him and they laid in the long grass.

“Givhm- Give me your heart..” The woman of clay moaned as she felt the after waves of her climax wash over her body. He agreed. He wished to give her his heart and marry her. The Herb bride kissed his lips as she touched him again. Her hands ran all over her body until she could feel his heart to touch his heart. She kissed him endlessly as she held him until he drift asleep beside his bride.

[morsparadisium]

⚠️

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse     (   can  specify  where   ) .

The mumbled moan came to an abrupt end as it rose to something more. The girl let out a shocked, near painful, gasp when she felt the teeth scrape her neck. “DontMgnh!” The saint wailed before biting her own lip while her hands gripped the sheets underneath her.

Her back arched with her uncovered chest squeezing against the woman on top of her. It was all a blur to her. The darkness of the room was only eased by the crackling fireplace that painted their features with red and orange light.

Knapa had not realized that her one-time lover was a wolf in sheeps clothing before she found herself in her house, in her bed, for the second time and this time it wasn’t just what she wanted. It was all about what Ana wanted from her.