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multifandom, currently writing for Dan Stevens and Matthew Goode characters
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I want to be plump and round with his cuckoos for a good amount of years :3 to be his little trophy wife and incubator
☝️ all of this
There's a reason König always chooses you. Your track record is flawless, your body has the best internal temperature and hormones compared to others. König tracks every ovulation, you were desperate to be pregnant again, König really likes your enthusiasm. But he makes sure you still have a break between births, wanting to keep your health optimal. But don't worry, there are other ways he keeps you entertained and satisfied in the meantime...
König says you suit pregnancy. He easily gets aroused seeing you like this, enjoying you walking around the resort with his cuckoo inside you. He gets handsy when people aren't looking, as well as stroking your bump possessively when introducing you to people.
And the sex... Your hormones are at an all time high while pregnant, and König will happily help you with that. Part of you thinks he is attracted to the idea of the cuckoos more than you, but you want to please him, letting him feel the baby cuckoo as he fucks deep inside of you. It's the best sex you have ever had. Sometimes König would want to taste you instead... Sometimes he would do both... At this rate, you could solely repopulate the resort.
need you and that anon to elaborate on frank piss kink. i don’t go there but i’m intrigued…
🤭 The person I did Kinktober with last year on AO3 did a great watersports chapter on Frank, maybe it's my turn this year... 👀
I think on the whole Frank enjoys peeing on OC/Reader as it's power, he enjoys degrading them, seeing them at their lowest, and him in complete control. He loves how they writhe underneath him, begging him to stop, which only makes him moan more as he relieves himself.
hey anon! I'm great, hope you are too? Sorry it has been so long since I have logged on. Currently going through my more general asks. I tend to lurk on AO3 more these days. I still read and appreciate every single ask and idea though. I have two jobs now, but I would love to continue working on my drafts.
Summary: Carl works too hard, but tonight he decides to have some fun with you.
Warnings: smut, age gap, oral, tickling
Carl was working hard as usual again. That meant the door was closed, and stayed closed. Nobody was allowed in unless they knocked first. Then again, it was up to him if he wanted to let you in. Still, you weren't about to let him stay there the rest of the day alone.
"All work and no play makes Carl a dull boy," you teased while entering his room. He grumbled softly, acknowledging your presence, though slightly annoyed at the intrusion.
"Haven't I heard this one before? Several times at least..." Carl teased.
"I know you like my jokes, you always chuckle at least."
He nodded. At least you were cheeky and fun, unlike his ex-wife. Carl sighed, wanting to make some progress on the current case he was working on, but nothing jumped out at him in the case files yet. "Is dinner ready?" Carl asks, knowing he could use a meal right about now.
"Not yet, I'm not sure what Martin is going to make for the four of us tonight," you respond.
"I hope it's not liver again," he groaned.
"I mean, it wasn't terrible, but not my type of food," you comment. Carl shrugged in response. "Anyway, I'm gonna go and get cleaned up before dinner," you add, heading off to the bathroom after grabbing your pajamas.
He sighed, watching you go. "Don't fall in the shower," he then called, though the bathroom door was already closed.
Dinner came and went an hour later, and you were somewhat exhausted, but feeling frisky. It was time to bug Carl again, as he was still busy with the file. But this time, he was ready for you.
As you entered the room and made your way over, he snatched you into his lap, making you sit there until he'd had enough of the file. "No looking," Carl warns. You nodded, averting your eyes from the text on the file.
About fifteen minutes later, he closed the file and tossed it back onto the desk. "Nothing?" you ask.
"I'll have to take a trip to the crime scene tomorrow. But I'm free for the rest of the night," Carl says. "Up–" He makes you stand up before leading you to his bed and then has you sit.
"C-Carl," you breathe, watching him slip off your underwear. You lie back on the bed so it's easier for him. Once they're off, you sit up again.
Carl spreads your legs, sitting in between them, his large hands wrap around your knees easily. You whimper gently, enjoying the moment and closing your eyes. The callouses on his palms remind you who was in control.
Carl kisses the inside of your legs, fervently. You barely register his hot breath against your cool skin as his beard tickles against your inner thigh, making you jump involuntarily.
You thrash around on the bed, giggling, as Carl pins you down, a smirk creeping across his face.
“Carl, stop it,” you wheeze, “Your beard is so-”
“Sexy?”
“Tickly!”
Carl doesn't stop, kissing you despite your objections. As he reaches the warmth of your cunt, the feeling of pleasure soon drowns out the one of ticklishness. His tongue laps at your folds as your giggles turn into moans.
Your hand instinctively reaches towards him, wrapping your fingers through his coarse dark hair, sprinkled with strands of grey. He was twice your age, experienced, and never failed to excite you.
You bite your lip, mischievously. “Do I taste better than Martin’s cooking?”
Carl moans deeply, the vibrations going straight to your clit, “God yeah.”
You smile seeing his reaction, unsure who was enjoying this more. You lie back down, letting Carl have his fun as his tongue explores the inside of your cunt, savouring each lick. You have never heard him so quiet, focused entirely on your pleasure.
“Carl, I’m close,” you warn him, your back arching off the bed as you start to chase your orgasm.
His nose nestles against your clit as he delves deeper inside you. You can’t help but grind against him, Carl loving every second. Soon enough, you feel that familiar warmth flood your body, your legs clenching around Carl’s head. He wouldn’t care if you suffocated him… in fact, he was all for it. Carl only comes up for air once he was satisfied he had drunk every last drop of your release.
A light sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead as his fully blown pupils stare at you, still full of adrenaline. His gaze softens as your hand rests on his chin, your thumb wiping at his brow.
You smile, “Looks like you need to take a shower this time.”
He smirked, scooping you up into his arms. “Then you're taking another one… with me this time,” Carl states, carrying you towards the bathroom again.
Even with the shower water going, Martin thought he heard something from his room, deciding it was better to stay put than go and ask if his roommate was alright. He put on some music, trying to drown out the noises coming from the other room.
Happy belated Valentines Day! I thought I would do some Matthew Goode character headcanons for Love Day, since I did some Dan ones last year.
Characters mentioned: Kristof Lazaar, Carl Morck, Charlie Stoker, Philip Durrant, Bob Evans, Matthew Clairmont, Morton, Declan O'Callaghan
Warnings: Morton is a little dark, Bob has mentions of public sex, and Philip is just ungrateful, otherwise cute and fluffy mostly, and a little sexy! Gender neutral reader.
Kristof Lazaar: Showers you with gifts, anything you want, he buys. I'm talking room full of roses, chocolates, plushes, all the typical gifts. Lazaar also buys you a new outfit for the evening, a rose petal trail towards your bedroom after your date. He is very cliché... but it works. You love the idea of Valentines Day falling on Friday 13th this year with your very own vampire boyfriend. You watch horror movies together, introducing Lazaar to Friday The 13th as he has never seen it before.
Carl Morck: Of course he remembers (well, uh, on the day he does) Cute coffee shop date. He gives you clearly last minute gifts; a bunch of flowers, the last card in the shop with the price still on the back... But he does have one thoughtful gift put to one side (once he remembers where he hid it).
Charlie Stoker: He has had this planned for months. He gives you the outfit he wants you to wear tonight (plus sexy lingere for later). An evening in the best restaurant in town, he pays. You still find the room to snack on some ice cream back at home, but Charlie would rather have you as desert. He plays your favourite song on piano, before carrying you upstairs.
Philip Durrant: Doesn't care. You remind him today is Valentines Day when you give him your gift. He says it's tacky, he doesn't even open the card. Philip seems disinterested in the gift (but he uses it a few months later). You decide to buy yourself new lingerie, showing him. Only then does Philip perk up.
Bob Evans: You both give each other suggestive and naughty gifts. In the evening he takes you to the best nightclub in town where you both get hot and heavy. Bob isn't afraid to touch you up in public on the dance floor, and you let him. Everyone watches, some in awe, some in disgust. Bob simply cannot wait to get home to have sex with you, so you do it in the restroom. But that doesn't stop you from getting handsy in the taxi home, later leading to another round at home.
Matthew Clairmont: Very thoughtful and meaningful gifts that you will geniunely use. He asks you what you would like to do today, as well as having something booked later as a surprise. Followed by some romantic wine tasting at his place.
Morton: He gives you a very special cashmere silk outfit as a gift, the only one ever made as he killed the designer soon after. Morton dresses in typical Scottish attire for your date (that's right, kilt, no underwear), enjoying showing you off in public. Morton taps his sword under the table at the best restaurant, threatening the server and telling them everything has to be perfect. The server is very nervous, sweating as they bring out each course. Morton only relaxes when you say the food is delicious, sparing the whole restaurant from death. In a way, you were more powerful than Morton, being able to kill a man if he so much as looked at you. And you enjoy it.
Declan O'Callaghan: Literally the cheesiest, most romantic man ever. Declan is absolutely the type to propose on Valentines Day. The entire day is perfect, full of small dates and gifts. You give him some cute handmade gifts, which he adores, including a cassette tape of his favourite songs to play in his car. You also give him a little clover plush. He hangs it on his car mirror.
hiiiii! havent talked to you in a bit or seen you post much recently. hope all is well!
heyyy! all is well, hope you're doing okay too! I haven't been active much on here as I don't have huge amount of spare time to write these days. I have also been getting back into RP lately. I am working on a few asks though! I do hope I will post something before kinktober...at least 😭
'“Did you swallow?” You bite your lip seductively at the double entendre.
Carl narrows his eyes, nodding against your grip.'
this is my last Qvember day aww noo and it's quite short 😭 now all 8 of you don't cry at once (I joke, that's okay, I'm used to writing for small fandoms, I love you all. P.S. we need more Carl x Reader in the world)
Mostly fluff, some seduction and teasing, enjoy! Prompts by @qvember
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“For the case?” he narrows his eyes, the envelope clearly suggesting otherwise. He wonders what you were up to.
“Open them and find out,” you say, bending down so you were out of earshot of Akram and Rose, “Just… not in public.”'
Smut again for Qvember day 25 🥴 Not many trigger warnings, public masturbation all that good stuff. Enjoy! As always prompts by the wonderful @qvember ❤️
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"No, you shouldn’t take pleasure in seeing someone in pain like that.
But then you start to realise it was never about that. It was about how far Carl was willing to go to protect you."
Overprotective and slightly yandare Carl time for Day 24 of Qvember. Trigger warning; reader gets hit on by a drunk man. Stoker (2013) inspired! Expect some violence and smut.
Prompts by @qvember
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"You caught a glimpse of him occasionally, which surprised you; people talking as if he were some sort of myth. He oozed this dangerous charm, almost as if you were to touch him, you would get burned."
Day 21 of Qvember! I had fun with this one, bit longer than my others, I was even tempted to keep writing (maybe in the future I'll do a part 2!) Mostly fluff again, a quick smut mention at the end but nothing too explicit today!
"You shiver in Carl’s oversized fleece, the sad-looking cheesy chips in your lap struggling to give you any warmth or comfort."
Fluff (wow am I feeling okay) based on a true story when I went to Edinburgh Hogmany in 2005 (without Carl unfortunately, I would have probably been less miserable if he was there)
Prompts by @qvember
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
