#king Ben smut
Text
Behavioral Lessons - King Ben x Reader
Summary: You push Ben's buttons too far
Words: 5.3K
Inspired by a section from my Dating Ben Would Include. Ben didn't lose his beard or fangs in this guys. He just didnt. So with that, he might just have some other… beast like qualities. (im so sorry i went rouge)
Link to photo of the dress, but if you hate it, just ignore when the dress is described and picture whatever you want to be wearing!
Warnings: Smut, uhhhh, thigh riding, a bit of edging, choking bro im not well at ALL for doing this to poor mitchell, not proofed
Edit: oh god. yall this is so dirty. i didnt mean to make ben a degrader but here we are... I’m sorry if I ruin this franchise for you rip i ruined it for myself
You had to take matters into your own hands. You hadn't seen Ben in weeks. And when you had, it wasn't for more than a few minutes when you passed each other in the corridors of the castle. He hadn't even been returning to your shared room at night, sleeping in his office instead. You were growing restless without your fiancé.
Since you were both twenty-one, your wedding was coming up. With the nearing celebrations on top of his usual king duties, Ben had been more stressed than usual, which is why you hadn't seen him recently.
So naturally, you just had to take matters into your own hands. You knew the way to help your fiancé was to help him relieve his stress, and you knew just how to push him to get there.
Every Friday night, you sat down with Ben and his parents for dinner. But this Friday was special. Not only were his parents going to be there, but so were your friends. It was the final Friday before your wedding and it would be the most you've seen of him in weeks so you were looking forward to it. And what was to come afterward.
...
You kept the dress hidden for months. It was strapless and fell mid-thigh. The body of the dress was a pale yellow, the outer layer was a sparkly floral pink fabric, and the bodice had tiny bows up the front. Evie had designed it for you and was standing in front of you now.
"Oh. My. God. I don't think I've ever made anything better. You look incredible. Ben is gonna go craaaa-zyyyyy." She was gushing over you, shoving a pair of gold shoes into your hands. "Now put these on, and then let's get to that dinner.
You looked at yourself in the mirror absolutely mesmerized at your reflection. Your legs looked incredibly long with the length of the dress paired with the heels. Dizzy had so graciously styled your hair, a simple updo, but with your small tiara on your head, it was perfect. You smiled at yourself, bringing your hand to your neck where a small, gold, necklace with the letter "B" sat.
...
You were giddy with anticipation, ready to see Ben, ready for him to see you. You entered the large dining hall, filled with your friends from the Isle and Auradon. Belle was at your side immediately, looking beautiful as always.
"Y/N! Sweetie! You look lovely!" The small woman hugged you. "I am so looking forward to you and Ben's wedding next week. It is going to be beautiful!" You smiled at her.
"Thank you! I'm excited about it too. Ben is a wonderful man. I’m very lucky to be marrying him." Then, Lumiere announced that dinner had been served and as you turned to go to your seat, Ben was behind you.
"Hi." He was giving you the smile that made your stomach flutter with butterflies. His hands were on your waist almost instantly, bringing your body closer to his. He looked perfect, would you expect anything different? The blue suit with the golden crown was a look you'd never get tired of.
"Hello." You smiled back at him as he kissed you for the first time in weeks. You broke it first, knowing that people were most definitely watching you and that you needed to leave him wanting more.
As you walked to your places at the table, Ben whispered in your ear...
"You look incredible, Y/n." You flushed at the compliment and at the way his voice sounded when he said your name.
You sit next to him, the chairs closer together than normal with the new amount of people. The plan was in full motion now.
The feast was grand, as it usually was, but before it began, Ben rose to give a toast.
"Thank you all for joining Y/N and me," He gestured for you to stand and join him. His arm wrapped around you instantly. "In our final feast before our wedding." He turned to you, his beautiful smile returning again. "I can't speak for my beautiful fiancé, but I am so happy that our closest friends and family were able to join us tonight." You spoke before he could go on.
"I am also very happy you are here!" The hall erupted in a chorus of laughs and Ben squeezed your side.
"I'm so honored to be marrying such a wonderful person. I cannot wait to share the rest of my life with you.” You smiled at him as he bent down to press a soft kiss to your lips. He whispers, "I love you." and then he pulls away to continue. “Alright, I’m sure you all want to eat, so I won't bore you with my love speech any longer."
...
As everyone else ate, you counted the minutes until you could begin your plan. You didn't want to start it too early or too late. You had to wait for the right time. Ben was such an attentive fiancé that he had noticed your behavior.
"Honey?" You were startled at his voice in your ear again. "Are you feeling ok?" You turned to him, noticing that he was looking down at your chest, blushing when he looked back up. You shifted at the sight of his tongue running over the tips of his fangs.
Now. It was time for your plan.
You set your hand on his upper thigh, leaning over to whisper into his ear.
"I guess I'm just hungry for something else..." You ran your hand up further before you were stopped by him. You looked down at his hand grasping your wrist, right above the seam of his pants.
"Y/N." His usually sweet voice was stern. You set your face with a smirk but innocent eyes, looking up at him. His jaw was clenched but you could tell you were getting somewhere. His skin was dusted pink and his pupils had dilated. "What are you doing?" You reached your fingers to brush against the fabric of his pants and he snarled, his grip on your wrist tightening.
"Ben!" His father interrupted and he swallowed, squeezing your wrist once more.
“Stop if you know what’s good for you.” His words were low and then he turned to his father who was across the table. You took this moment to shake yourself from him, turning to the former king, before placing your hand back onto his pants.
Ben jerked, trying to keep his composure in front of his parents and friends, but how could he when you were teasing him like this? In order to not draw attention to himself, he kept both hands on the table.
"Son, are you ok?" Ben eyed you, giving you a glare that only spurred you on further. He cleared his throat before speaking.
"I'm fine." He continued his conversation with his father, talking about God knows what, as you continued to tease him. You were half listening to Ben and Adam and the other half of your brain was only thinking of making Ben as flustered as possible, so you ran your hand over the growing tent in his suit pants. You could tell he was struggling to maintain his composure, his breathing had gone uneven, his face was red, and he kept glancing at the big grandfather clock behind his father's chair.
You smiled, gave his clothed member a squeeze, and withdrew your hand, reaching for a large piece of chocolate cake. You looked over at Ben, his eyes narrowed on you as you brought a bite to your mouth. His slip in composure was glorious and you winked at him as you brought a bite of cake to your lips.
You almost choked on the cake as his hand slid onto your thigh, just past your dress, fingers skimming the soft lace of your underwear, already wet from your actions and your thoughts of the night to come.
"So needy that you've resulted to disobeying your King? How pathetic." His lips grazed over the skin under your ear before he leaned back to look at you.
Your thighs squeezed against his hand involuntarily and it was his turn to smirk. He regained his composure, returning to “normal” Ben, now free from your teasing.
You, however could barely eat your dessert with his hand pressed between your legs.
“Regretting our actions are we?” He whispered to you as his engagement ring slid over your core. You covered the gasp with a cough. “That’s what I thought.”
...
The second dinner had ended, Ben's arm was around your waist. As the two of you neared the doors of the large hall, his name was called.
His dad and Lumiere were behind you.
"Your Majesty, your father and I have been talking and there are a few things we wanted to go over for palace security during the ceremony. If you come with us, it won't take very long." Ben's face was completely normal as he gave Lumiere a nod before turning to face you.
He plastered on his King Ben smile, brushing his hand against your cheek, bringing your lips to his, but he didn't kiss you.
"I hope you know, I'm not going to be nice tonight." His lips were on yours for mere seconds before he stepped back, running his tongue over his fangs once again. Then, he turned back to Adam and Lumiere, leaving you in the dining hall, thoughts running wild about what was to happen to you that night.
...
You called Evie as soon as you got back to your and Ben's bedroom.
"Do I keep the dress on? Or do I wear something else?" You were frantic, walking around the closet, not knowing what to do.
"Girl! Calm down!" You had told her what had happened and she was so excited she practically screamed. "If I were you, I would put on one of his dress shirts. He won't be expecting it when he comes in to punish-"
"Oh my GOD, EVIE!" The laughter on the phone was enough to make you roll your eyes. "Thanks for your help." You grumbled.
"Let me know how it goes!" Before you could reply, she hung up. You set your phone down and grabbed one of Ben's white dress shirts along with a simple, white lace lingerie set from a drawer.
Slipping the dress off, you carefully put it on a hanger and set it in your closet. You slid the shirt on, buttoning it up, leaving it open just enough to see the bra you had just put on. You began to take out your hair, setting the crown down on your vanity counter, and removing the pins holding the updo in place. Finally, you applied a bit of lipgloss and a spritz or two of Ben's favorite perfume before climbing onto your shared king-sized bed.
...
Thirteen minutes later, not that you had counted, the bedroom door burst open, and in walked your fiancé. His eyes locked on your body as he removed his suit jacket. You knew he was waiting for you to look at him, so you obliged, looking up from the random book you had picked up, you really weren't reading it anyway. He was glaring at you as his hand loosened his tie and removed it. You tried your best to look at him with the most innocent eyes you could and he chuckled.
You watched as he unbuttoned the first two buttons of the white shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his forearms. When you looked back into his eyes, they were almost black.
"Did you have a good time at the dinner, my dear? Did you enjoy yourself?" His hands were placed on the bed so he was leaning down. His tone was condescending, which sent shivers down your spine. He was always so sincere. This new side to Ben was intoxicating.
“Answer your King when he speaks to you.”
If he noticed your eyes widening in shock, he didn’t acknowledge it. He was unmoving, his eyes challenging you, taunting you.
“I’m not going to ask again.” You didn’t know how to respond, so you nodded.
Ben chuckled again, his fangs on display. Any sight of them made your heart race and he knew it.
“No, honey. Use your words.” His voice lowered. “Or do you want to disobey me again?”
“Yes, I enjoyed dinner.” Your voice was small but you held your ground, not breaking eye contact. You challenged him back. “Did you enjoy dinner, Ben?” A dark look crossed his face.
“Why don’t you try saying that again, using my correct title?” You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, but you had to admit, you liked this side of him.
“Did you enjoy yourself tonight…” You sat up from the headboard, leaning towards him, and bowed your head. Then, looking up at him through your lashes added, “…my King?”
His eyes narrowed again and his hands wrapped around your ankles, tugging you to the end of the bed. He settled his knee between your legs, brushing your clothed core on purpose, but not acknowledging it. His hands settled by your head and he hovered over you.
“No.” He dug his knee into you harder and you threw your head back, exposing your neck to him as you moaned. “No, I didn’t.” You felt his finger slide down the column of your throat before hooking itself around your necklace laced with his initial. He leaned down, mouth hovering over the pulse point in your neck. “My bratty fiancé couldn’t keep her hands to herself.”
His teeth ran down your neck and goosebumps erupted at the sharpness of the canines. “You haven’t touched your bratty fiancé in weeks.” He tugged on your necklace and your eyes found his again.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
Now that was a surprise.
Though he got stressed fairly often, he never used vulgar language. You had heard him say “damnit” once after losing a Tourney game in high school, but that was it.
Suddenly, you felt your body flush at his outburst. You didn’t reply, too shocked to say anything.
Ben smiled, but it wasn’t his good King Benjamin smile.
This smile was positively wicked.
“I believe I asked you a question, Y/N.” The fingers hooked on the chain around your neck now rested softly on your throat.
Holy shit.
“Yes.” The words were almost inaudible.
“M’sorry… what was that?”
“Yes.” You spoke clearly now.
He snickered.
“That’s now how you properly answer a question, now is it? Let me ask again.” His fingers tightened slightly. “Do you want your King to fuck you?” The word rolled off of his tongue like honey and your hips rolled into his knee.
“Yes, I want you to…” His eyebrow went up. “…fuck me.” His fingers withdrew from your throat.
“Hmm.” Suddenly he was standing up, leaving you on the bed, catching your breath. “I don’t think you’ve earned it.”
You watched with wide eyes as he sat down at your vainity in the corner of the room. He looked so casually regal. His crown, the unbuttoned shirt, his crisp blue slacks. But there was some other air about him that was making you crumble in his hands. The way he was man spreading, his long legs awaiting as your own throne. His beard and sharp fangs you were aching to feel between your thighs. Your toes curled at the thought.
“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you honey?” The mean tone from before had returned. “You’re thinking about me fucking you?” Your face flushed so much you were sure it went down your whole body. You quickly realized he’d asked you another question.
“Y-Yes. I am thinking about that.” Your snarkiness from before was long-gone. He gave you another wicked smile. His picked up your crown, which was much smaller than his since your coronation would happen after the wedding.
“Well, are you going to sit there all night or are you going to come finish what you started at dinner?” You got up from the bed immediately crossing to where he sat. His fingers wrapped around your necklace again, tugging you to his level. Your knees hit the floor, hands on his thighs while he brushes your hair from your face. He tilts your chin up to meet your eyes.
His hand retracts while he takes you in. On your knees in front of him, wearing one of his shirts and dear God, the white lace of your bra peeking out at him was making his head spin.
No longer having self-restraint, Ben’s lips lock on yours. You moan into his mouth as his hands wrap around your torso, pulling you to sit in his lap. He growls into the kiss as you grind your hips into his.
Finally. You thought to yourself. Ben’s control over his respectful manner had cracked a little but your goal was to break through it completely. And you knew by his bruising grip on your hips that you were on the right track.
Then suddenly, Ben wasn’t touching you anymore. Your body was left heaving on top of his while he leaned back in the chair, resting his elbows on the armrests.
“Go on.” You stated wide-eyed at him. “I’m not going to do all the work here, honey.” Your face flushed as you looked to his crotch, the tented fabric strained. “You did this…” His hand grabbed yours, setting it back onto his pants. “…so do something about it.”
Slowly, you began to move your fingers and Ben’s eyes narrowed.
“You and I both know you can do better than that.” His hand found it’s way back up to your throat. “Don’t you want to please your King?”
Dear GOD where had this side of him come from? He shifted the slightest bit so his pants ran against you.
“Ben!” Your eyes squeezed shut, brain foggy with him.
“Are you really making me wait?” You shook your head, avoiding his gaze as yours shifted to where your shaking hands were now trying to undo his belt buckle.
As you worked to free him from his pants, Ben’s hands found their way back to your hips, slowly pushing up the fabric of his dress shirt so he could see what was lying underneath.
His mouth almost watered as the white lace was brought into view. He licked his lips at what the fabric was trying in vain at hiding.
Ben had to remind himself that you were not being rewarded now. That you’d disobeyed him at dinner and now was not the time to be relishing in how lovely you were.
He was brought out of his thoughts as your hand slid into his boxers.
He threw his head back and muttered a barely audible,
“Fuck.”
As your fingers wrapped around him, timidly moving up and down.
He looked at you, so focused on what you were doing, so desperate to make him feel good, needing to hear his words of praise. Ben guided you to straddle one leg as he began to rock his hips into your hand.
You were so trained on pleasing your fiancé, that you hadn’t even noticed that you’d begun grinding on his thigh.
Ben had noticed. He watched as your breathing became more rapid and how your strokes became less careful. You looked up, meeting his gaze, sucking in a breath at the primal look in his eyes.
His eyes flashed with pleasure as your thumb ran over the tip of his cock. His fingers stopped your hips and he said,
“Stop.” Right as you were about to come. You did as you were told but you couldn’t help the whine that escaped at the lack of sensation.
Ben rolled his eyes, the hands on your hips forcing you to grind into his leg once again. You moan, tossing your head back to avoid looking at him. The fucker was edging you.
“So Goddamn needy.” His hot touch on your skin was gone and you had to steady your breathing before looking at him again.
Ben had begun to unbutton the rest of your shirt, pushing it off of your shoulders once it was fully undone. He shamelessly raked his eyes over your body, grinning that evil grin as he did so.
Then, his hands were under your bottom, picking you up before setting you down on the bed.
“Are you going to behave now?” The dampening of your underwear at his words is embarrassing. Ben’s thumbs skim over your abdomen, right on the waistband of your underwear. Ben doesn’t break eye contact with you, smiling once again. He looks hot as hell, his fangs and the beard along with his crown.
Was he going to fuck you while wearing his crown? God you hoped so.
“Honey?” Ben lowered to his knees, fingers now on the sides of the lace fabric. You instinctively close your legs but Ben’s strong hands are there instantly, forcing them back open.
Embarrassment floods your system as you watch him look down, a shit-eating grin appearing on his face before his eyes return to yours.
“Keep them open.” His fingers dance dangerously close to the damp lace. “Answer my question, please.”
He’s so close that you can feel his breath fanning your core.
“Yes, Ben. Fuck! I’ll behave.” He kisses your inner thighs which are now practically shaking in his grasp. His mouth moves to your hips, right where your waistband is.
“Do you want to know a secret?”
“What?” You sound breathless.
He looks directly into your eyes.
“I’ve been able to smell you this entire time.”
You’re too late to react as Ben rips through the white lace with his teeth. His hands are keeping your thighs to the side and he looks at you for a moment: A shaking little mess before him, your cunt dripping and clenching around nothing. You watch as he smiles again, bracing yourself for the contact of his tongue, lips, and teeth.
His tongue licks your glistening cunt from the bottom up twice and your hand clamps over your mouth when his lips wrap around your aching clit.
And then.
Oh, fuck.
You’d forgotten about his facial hair.
The delicious roughness contrasting with his sweet mouth made the pleasure skyrocket.
Ben loved the taste of you. He was never able to get enough. So anytime he went down on you, he took all he could get. He moaned at the taste of you, the vibrations going straight through you.
Your hips lifted off of the bed as one of his hands moved off of your thigh and a thumb pressed hard against your swollen clit. At the same time, Ben bit into the soft skin of your thighs, marking his territory. He repeated his actions on the other side, now rolling your clit between his fingers.
If you weren’t covering your mouth, you were sure the whole castle would be able to hear you.
Ben’s mouth returned and you let out a scream as his teeth bit your clit gently. He let his tongue swirl around it as his thumb ran down your slit, parting your folds, exposing more of you to the cool air. He moved the slightest bit and the roughness of his mustache brushed against your clit, sending you into your awaiting orgasm.
Ben continued devouring you through it, eating you out like a beast, already wanting to get another one out of you like this. He looked up at you, realizing he hadn’t been able to hear you, eyes narrowing once again at the hand over your mouth. Your hips rocked again as he slid his middle finger into you easily but then he stopped all of his actions.
Your grown was muffled but one look from Ben and your hand fell to the side.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of being too loud…” his finger curled inside you and you let out a loud moan, a blush settling over your cheeks instantly. “…because I don’t care if anyone hears. They’ll know how good the king is fucking you, right?” His mouth was on yours again, finger pushing in and out of you slowly. Your hips jerk up and you moan into his mouth, making him smile into yours.
Ben pulls away, making you groan in frustration. As you sit up on your elbows, you watch as Ben steps away from the bed to undress and you know he's doing it slowly on purpose.
"Ben-"
“Shut up. You brought this on yourself, honey.”
Once again, your cheeks heat. His harsh glare makes your heart pound.
His eyes tear away from yours as he finishes undressing. Yours close, waiting for what's next half in anxiousness, half in eagerness. His warm hand on your knee snaps you out of your thoughts.
His tongue runs over his bottom lip before he brings it between his teeth. He pulls your body down and steps between your legs. Ben's hand settles on your neck again, smirking at the feeling of your racing pulse.
"Don't tell me you're nervous, sweetheart." You take a deep breath before looking into his eyes with a smirk of your own.
"Why would I be nervous if this is what I wanted?" His jaw sets as the smirk disappears.
And then under his breath,
"Such a fucking brat." Before his hand fully wraps around your throat as he brings his lips to yours.
Your hands reach up to wrap around his shoulders pulling him down on top of you.
You pull away when Ben bites your lip, tasting blood.
"Benjamin!"
His smirk is back.
"Oh, so you're using my full name now. I thought this is what you wanted." You glare at him as you run your tongue along the bite. His head dips as he kisses you again, sucking on your bottom lip. You are so enthralled with the feeling of his mouth on yours, you don't register what else he is doing until you feel the head of his cock pushing into you.
You act on instinct, pushing your hips into him but he pulls away.
"Don't be impatient. That stunt you played at dinner was cute and all but-"
"You thought it was cute?" You pout. "I thought you were going to punish me for it, my King."
With that, Ben pushes into you the rest of the way, wrapping his hand around your throat again, silencing any moan trying to escape.
"You were saying?" Your pelvic muscles clench around him which spurs him on further. "What's the matter, my love?" He pulls out of you and puts the slightest bit of pressure on your throat. "You want me to punish you?" He leans in to kiss you again but stops centimeters from your lips. "You asked for it."
Ben kisses you once again, hands now on your hip bones as his hips roll into yours at a brutal pace. Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you as he does the dirty work.
Your nails dig into his skin as you near your orgasm, pulling away from his lips as you struggle to catch your breath. Then suddenly, Ben stills inside of you and laughs as you whine.
"Would you like me to keep going?" You nod, although you know he will continue to fuck with you. "Really?" His lips find your neck again, kissing the spot beneath your ear. He grins against your skin at your whine. "Alright."
Ben begins to move ever-so-slowly. Annoyed, you begin to roll your hips into his but he is quick to stop you. His hands press your hips deep into the bed, forcing your movements to stop.
"Ben..." You trail off, eyes closing as Ben continues. He leans back, his beautiful smile gracing his face.
He gradually picks up speed, every movement into you brings you closer to the brink but Ben knows your body well. He's memorized your body and the ways it reacts to his. He knows that when you throw your head backward and try to cover your mouth to subdue the noises you're making that you're close. That's when he knows to stop.
"Fuck, Ben, please." He leans over you again, his beautiful smile still plastered on his beautiful face.
"Please what?" He has the audacity to rub soothing circles on your skin.
"Damnnit Ben." Your eyes are squeezed shut, unable to look him in the eyes. Ben leans over more, his lips brushing against yours.
"Please what, honey?" Your eyes open and narrow at him.
"I already asked Ben..." He chuckles.
"And I'm asking again." He raises his eyebrows. "Now unless you'd like me to," his hips roll again, "continue with your punishment, I suggest you use your words and answer my question."
"Benjamin," You pause briefly, waiting to see if he will stop you and make you use his title, but he doesn't. "Please, please, fuck me."
Ben smirks, making him impossibly more attractive.
"That's all you had to say." His hands grab your thighs, wrapping them around his waist before turning his smirk into a grin.
He moves again and it is glorious. Ben does all the work, which is fine for you because you're too enthralled with the pleasure to do anything about it. His hands tighten on your legs and pull you to him, bringing your bodies impossibly closer. His pace is brutal, fingers most definitely leaving bruises in their wake.
Instead of covering your mouth, your hands wander up his arms and pull him down to you again before resting on his broad shoulders. His crown glints in the light and your eyes roll at the sight. His hand leaves your thigh and reaches between your bodies to pinch your clit. To cover your moan, you pull his lips to yours, releasing it into his mouth. Ben smiles in return, rolling your clit between his fingers.
You break the kiss, gasping for air as your head is thrown back, He takes the opportunity to attack your neck again, his teeth gently biting at the soft skin.
His hips slam into yours once again and it pushes you over the edge. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, your body going limp in his arms.
Ben follows not far behind, groaning into your neck.
"Fuck."
After the two of you calm down, he pushes himself back, looking down at you.
"I'm sorry if I went a little overboard. I just-"
"Ben..."
"No seriously I-" You cut him off.
"Benjamin shut up." His eyes widen. You look up at him, a small smile on your lips. He watches with wide eyes as you push yourself up to sit under him. His smirk returns as you wince at the soreness he left you.
"Did you just tell me to-" You cut him off with a kiss, hands pulling his face to yours.
You break away from him and his eyes are wide.
"Ben, if you had gone overboard I would have told you." You kiss him again. "Besides, it's what I wanted." His eyes narrow.
"What?" You giggle, squishing his cheeks together before his hands wrap around your wrists, pulling your hands down. "Y/N, what did you just say?" You fall back onto the bed, laughing.
"I had this whole thing planned out, Bennie Boo." His eyes roll at his ex-girlfriend's nickname for him. "You were stressed and we hadn't..."
"Fucked?" He finishes for you.
"...in weeks, so I put this plan together to help you relieve your stress and so we could..." It's Ben's turn to grin.
"Say it."
"Make me."
His smile drops.
"Oh, you're asking for it now, sweetie." His lips were on yours before you could even think of a clever response.
I'M BACK!!!
bro ive literally been working on this for like 3 months.
:) ENJOY
#ben florian#ben florian smut#king ben x reader#ben descendants smut#king ben#ben florian x reader#descendants king ben#king Ben Florian#king Ben smut#descendants#ben descendants
431 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hiii! Can I request something smutty with King!Caspian? Him and Y/N are having sex and Cas asks her to choke him
Something new
a/n : This is my first smut attempt to bear with me. I made it so the Caspian and reader are newlyweds.
Warnings: smut, p in v sex, chocking, praise kink, dom reader sub Caspian
King Caspian x fem! Reader
The castle of Narnia had long since gone silent, the night sky taking over. All was quiet except the chambers of the king with his new queen. The guards had long since moved away from the chamber door. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans causing blush to ride up there cheek.
In side there chamber Y/n get out a high pitched moan as Caspian suck at her neck as she roll her hips against his. Caspian grunted softly as he grasped at her moving hips, attempting to steady himself as she fucked herself on his cock.
Caspian stared up at his beautiful new wife, his wife. He held tightly onto the soft plush of his body. Her lewd moaning driving Caspian insane. Her hands grasp tightly on his shoulders as she moved her hips. Her greedy cunt sucking in her new husband’s cock into her.
Caspian panted and groan as Y/n sped up her pace. Caspian slowly grabbed one of the hands and placed it gently around his neck. Y/n watched him in confusion as she slowed her pace slightly.
“Cas?” Caspian chuckled slightly and nudged her to grip his neck tightly.
“Please love.” Y/n stared down at her husband with an awe stricken look. She sped her pace up again and Caspian slipped a hand to her little bundle of nerves. Y/n whined softly as her grip on Caspian’s neck tightened. Caspian groaned loudly as her grip tightened.
“You like that my king?” Y/n muttered as Caspian groaned. The coil was being to clench inside of her as she panted. Caspian nodded his head hurriedly as he rubbed quick and messy circles on her nub. The coil inside of her threatened to burst as each movement of her hips.
Caspian grew louder and louder as Y/n gripped onto his neck. Caspian could feel himself falling deep into her. Her eyes, her body, her lovely cunt, her soft hand around his neck
“Please…” Y/n giggled softly as she began to feel the coil snap.
“Are you going to cum for me? Please come for me.” Y/n mumbled against him as they moved in sync. They couldn’t tell who climaxed first. Whether it was Caspian being thrown over the edge by Y/n’s hand on his neck. Or if it was Y/n’s coil breaking as Caspian rubbed at her pearl.
The pair panted as Caspian brought Y/n closer to himself. Y/n fell to his side and cuddled into him as there mixed cum dripped down her thighs. Y/n gently looked at his neck, she gently bite her lip.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Caspian shock his head with a smile.
“You could never hurt me.” Caspian muttered as Y/n kissed the red of his neck.
“I love you, my dearest husband.”
“And I love you more, my dearest wife.”
#prince caspian x reader#prince caspian smut#narnia x reader#reqs open#king caspian#King Caspian x reader#ben barnes x you#Caspian x you
183 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ghosts In The Snow
Chapter Four
Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU
Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope.
After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.
Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death
*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Spotify Playlist
Word count: 3.3k
Chapter-specific CW: excessive drinking, vomiting
A/N: "oh he's kinda cute... HE'S A MURDERER! but he's kinda cute..." -y/n
───────── ❅ 🦇 ❅ ─────────
“You’ve barely touched your food, dear.” Commander Ren’s low voice pulled you from your trance as you poked at the lamb shank on your plate. A fitting entrée for tonight.
“I haven’t much of an appetite,” you muttered, setting the silver fork down beside your dish. You were almost catatonic, and despite your contempt for him, you felt betrayed. It was for that reason that you hadn’t so much as looked in his direction since sitting down, instead choosing to study the other guests in the dining hall—including the stormtroopers stationed at every exit. It was an impossible task—you knew that—but you’d sooner die trying than comply with this farce of a treaty.
A low laugh rumbled in Ren’s chest. “I have no stomach for lamb either; it’s far too tender for my liking. Perhaps you would prefer venison? Or roasted vegetables?”
“No, thank you. Just wine will do,” you said as you tipped your cup back and gulped down the remaining liquid. You imagined you would need many more if you were going to endure this evening.
“If you insist.” He pushed his chair back and lifted his hand, summoning one of the servants. A boy with short, tawny hair rushed over, his hands clasped behind his back.
“Yes sir?” he asked meekly, his eyes darting between yours and the Commander’s. Although he stood with his shoulders back and chin high, his age was obvious from the fat in his face and the pitch of his voice. Anger boiled beneath your skin.
“Fetch more wine for my bride,” Ren instructed, nodding at you as he spoke. “And for me, as well.”
“Of course, sir.” The boy’s fear rolled off of him as he turned on his heels and disappeared into what you assumed was the kitchens.
You narrowed your eyes. “Why am I not surprised that the First Order uses children as servants?”
“Only those whose families owe us a debt. No different from the New Republic’s operations,” he said calmly, tapping the empty cup in his hand.
You shook your head slightly and turned back to your plate. “That’s hardly justification for continuing to do so.”
His eyes followed you as you watched the rest of the guests dine. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, either lost in conversation or filling their plates with the assortment of meats, cheeses, and fruits set out on the table—all but one. Across from you sat a red-haired man, with hollow cheeks and a scowl twisting his features. Given his proximity to the Supreme Leader, you assumed he was another commanding officer.
Beside him was a woman, but unlike the other ladies in the hall dressed in elaborate gowns, she was wearing the same regalia as the men. You furrowed your brows. Was she…? No, she couldn’t be.
Ren leaned in close to your ear, his cold lips brushing your skin. “Captain Phasma of Parnassos, to answer your question.”
His breath sent a shiver down your spine. “Get out of my head,” you snapped, your knuckles white around the body of the cup in your hand.
“How else am I to make conversation with you?”
You scoffed, redirecting your attention to the servant returning with a pitcher of wine in either hand. It was clear by his unsteady footing that the weight of both of them was nearly too much for his small arms.
As he approached the table, you reached for one of the decanters to save his shaking arms. "Thank you," you said, mustering up a smile. Gods knew the poor boy needed some kindness.
“No need, my lady,” he replied quietly, pouring the rich liquid into your cup before reaching for the other pitcher. “Commander…”
Ren presented his empty cup and nodded for the boy to fill it. He obeyed, pouring the dark wine with trembling hands. For such an ordinary exchange, the boy was tense, utterly frightened. Not that you could necessarily blame him.
Once it was full, he set the pitcher down between your plates and quickly returned to his post along the wall. In the hopes of quickening the evening, you finished the cup in a few sips, reaching for the pitcher beside your plate.
A gloved hand seizing your wrist stopped you before you could. “Careful, dear. You might find that mine is a bit too strong for your taste.”
Part of you wanted to try his wine out of defiance, but the rational part of you heeded his warning. With an empty stomach, your wine would be more than enough as it was. You pulled your hand free and reached for the other pitcher. As you poured it, you allowed yourself to feel everything—the anger, the disappointment. How Leia had seemed to so easily forget you. But beneath it all, there was still the ember of hope, buried under the weight of your emotions. It needed to be protected, locked away in the recesses of your mind until you could ignite it once more—until you were free. Once the cup was full, you returned it to its locked box, stowing it away for another time.
“You can’t ignore me forever, you know,” Ren said, taking a sip from his cup.
“I can try,” you countered, doing the same.
He exhaled softly. “I’m sure you will.”
Over the rim of your cup, you could see the red-haired man looking at you, his green eyes locked onto you. You wondered how long he had been watching.
Covering your mouth with your napkin, you asked, “Who is that man next to the captain?”
“That would be General Armitage Hux of Arkanis.”
You hummed. It wasn’t difficult to imagine such a seemingly pompous general coming from a place like Arkanis. “Does he always look so sour?”
Ren scoffed. “Usually less so. He’s been openly displeased about our arrangement.”
“Perhaps he and I have more in common than I realized,” you murmured.
“I think you’d find yourself more outraged with his proposition—gods know the Supreme Leader was,” he said with a light laugh, running a hand through his dark hair.
You cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
He mimicked you, raising his eyebrow in surprise. “Unless you would prefer to be wed to a bastard son.”
“I hardly see how that could be any worse.”
A hand resting on your shoulder immediately pulled you from the conversation. You recoiled, half-expecting it to be General Hux, slinking across the room while you were distracted. You couldn’t have been more wrong.
“My sweeting, it is so lovely to finally meet you,” Supreme Leader Snoke said with an unnerving smile. His touch was cold—even through the fabric of your dress. It felt unnatural, as if he had been trapped in a winter storm for a week.
“Supreme Leader,” you replied, forcing down the bitter taste in your mouth. “What a pleasure.”
It had been over six years since he had murdered Chancellor Villecham, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. He was untouched by time—not that he was youthful by any means. Despite his age, there was no silver in his hair or deep creases in his face. Perhaps the wolf skin cloak over his shoulders served as his own personal fountain of youth.
Snoke let out a hoarse laugh, one seemingly loud enough to rattle the crystal chandeliers above. “The pleasure is mine. I take it you’ve found your new chambers more accommodating than your last?”
Rage streaked your vision. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he was trying to provoke you—as if you needed reminding that you were nothing more than a bargaining piece to the First Order.
“Yes, thank you for asking,” you replied, bowing your head slightly. “Though I must admit, I had grown rather fond of the rats.”
Snoke let out a short, unamused chuckle. “Such misunderstood creatures, they are.” His gray eyes narrowed as he spoke. He quickly shifted his attention to the man beside you, a wall of ice now standing between you. “My boy… I have faith that you will treat our guest well.” He squeezed Ren’s shoulder tightly, threateningly.
“Of course, Supreme Leader,” he said, the usual color in his voice absent.
“Good. I would hate to have to marry her to Armitage, should you disappoint.”
Ren’s eyes flashed with something akin to envy. “That won’t be necessary.”
Snoke grinned. “I should hope not.”
The air felt thick, as if the room had filled with smoke. You shifted in your seat as the two men stared at each other, locked in silence. Snoke lingered for a moment longer before finally releasing his grip on Ren’s shoulder.
“Please, do enjoy the celebration. The wedding will be held in a fortnight. I had hoped for it to be sooner, but we must allow ample time for our guests to arrive.”
His words fell on you like stones. It wasn’t enough time. A fortnight was hardly enough time to finalize battle strategies—let alone to devise an escape. The flame in your heart waned.
With that, the Supreme Leader crossed to the other side of the table to greet the other guests, starting with Captain Phasma of Parnassos.
Silence stretched between you and Ren, your minds occupied with different concerns. Habitually, you finished your wine and pushed the empty chalice away. “How long should I expect this evening to last?”
“Eager to leave, are we?” Ren teased, taking the liberty of refilling your cup. “It might be wise to eat something. Celebrations like these have a tendency to be drawn out.”
The wine was beginning to take effect, making your skin warm and your mind hazy. Against your better judgment, you continued, draining each cup in a matter of minutes. Truthfully, it was a relief—allowing you to drift to a place far from here, to a place by the sea. A cobblestone home perched on the cliffside, surrounded by vines like veins around a heart. A place that always had a fire in its hearth and a stew simmering above it.
A warm tear hitting your hand pulled you from your reverie. You quickly blinked them away, not wanting anyone to see your emotion—least of all Commander Ren. Empathy wasn’t exactly his strongest virtue.
The night passed in a blur of drinks, hollow introductions, and avoiding your betrothed. It was nearly midnight when you finally staggered back to your chambers, barely lucid. Against your wishes, Ren had accompanied you, ensuring that his prized bride reached her chambers unscathed.
You fumbled with the doorknob for a moment, all too aware of his lingering presence. You continued to ignore him until a sobering realization fell over you.
“Does the Supreme Leader expect you to bed me?” you asked, frowning. The wine suddenly felt heavy in your stomach.
“No,” he said, a flash of humanity in his dark eyes. “Not yet, at least.”
“Oh.” Heat rose to your face. Of course he wouldn’t bed you tonight. If that were the case, the two of you would have been wed during the feast.
“Besides, I don’t intend to take you in this state,” he added, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your cheek as he pushed back a piece of hair that had fallen from your updo. You shivered at the sensation.
“This,” you hissed, stumbling backward until you collided with the doors, “is the only state that would make it tolerable.”
An amused smile played on his lips. “We’ll see.”
Dawn cracked the sky early the next morning, a fateful sign of the long winter ahead. As much as you longed to relish the fleeting sunlight, you were damned to spend the day with a pail in your arms and a cold rag on your neck.
“Are you feeling better at all, my lady?” Rey asked, wringing out a washcloth after soaking it in cool water.
“If only I were. I can’t imagine that there’s anything left to expel,” you said with a shudder, pulling your head from the basin.
Rey blotted your forehead with the cloth, her touch as light as the feather pillows beneath you. She had been silent for most of the morning, which you didn’t necessarily mind. There was an unspoken understanding as to why you were so ill this particular morning.
Hours had passed like this; with her encouraging you to take sips of water and you immediately spitting it up. At this point, it was difficult to tell if the culprit was the constant flow of wine or the extended time you had spent with Commander Ren. Perhaps a bit of both.
After what felt like an eternity, your stomach had settled enough to hold down the water Rey was offering. Once you were able to finish a roll of bread and a cup of broth, she returned to her quarters, allowing you to sleep away the rest of the aches.
When you finally woke, cool moonlight was spilling through the windows, casting shadows on the floor. The fire burning in your hearth had been reduced to a pile of embers and ash, but despite the cool air in the room, sweat coated your skin.
The night terrors that had plagued your sleep in the dungeons were relentless, managing to wake you even after a night of drinking and a day of illness. Every night was the same dream, the memory of the night in the forest. Without failure, the terror always ended with Commander Ren’s mask inches away from your face, close enough to show your reflection in the silver ridges around his eyes. The sight of you, bloodied and bruised, was always enough to wake you from the dream.
Tonight was no different, only this nightmare had a different ending. Instead of your armor, you wore the gown from the feast. Standing before the Commander, you looked at him not with horror, but with admiration. His hands were firm on your waist, holding you tight against him. You were unrecognizable in the reflection of his mask—with ruby lips and dark eyes. Piled around you were the bodies of Resistance soldiers—your soldiers—blood spilling from their ripped throats, staining the snow beneath.
Slowly, you pushed his visor up, but before you could see the man behind it, you jolted awake.
Immediately, you kicked the covers off and ran to the chamber pot, coughing and heaving in an attempt to settle your stomach. Nothing came from it, except possibly waking every occupant of the castle. Before returning to your bed, you used the washcloth and water basin that Rey had left behind to blot your face and neck, hoping to cool the heat under your skin.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you stared at the canopy above you, trying to erase the image of the dream from your memory—a task proving to be impossible. With each minute that passed, your breath felt more strained, as if the walls of your chambers were shrinking, suffocating you. It was beginning to feel like you had traded one cage for another.
The wedding was at the forefront of your mind, and you knew that every minute you spent laying awake was precious time slipping away. Despite Ren’s orders to stay in your chambers, you left the warmth of your bed, determined to familiarize yourself with the castle. Even if you couldn’t do it tonight, knowing the layout would benefit you when you did.
Hanging in the wardrobe was a long, dark cloak—perfect for concealing your ivory nightgown from the world. You pulled the hood over your head and carefully cracked the door open, scanning the hallway before stepping out into the unknown.
Flickering candles lined the corridor, but only a few were still burning. No one tends the candles past midnight, you noted, creeping towards the familiar spiraling staircase. As you reached the threshold, you peeked into the main chamber, expecting to find guards posted by every door. To your surprise, the room was empty—other than the portraits of the Supreme Leader gracing the walls. But you were no fool. The First Order was more concerned with outside threats; it only made sense that their guards would protect the exterior of the castle. Until you could be more certain of a safe exit, you would only roam the upper halls.
The corridor leading to your chambers seemed to stretch endlessly, leaving much to be explored. You followed the path, passing by quiet rooms and elegant artwork, committing every detail to memory. The cloak fluttered at your ankles as you crept around, feeling like a marauder trespassing on the grounds. If only you were.
The glow of candlelight dwindled the further you ventured, a sign that you had explored enough for one night. With no help from the drawn curtains, you were blind in the darkness. The threat of being caught outside of your chambers loomed over you as you turned to walk back the way you came, eager to return to the safety of your room. After a few steps, you discovered that the carpet beneath you was entirely different. You froze, searching along the walls for familiar fixtures, but found none. Panic began to swell in your chest at the realization that you were lost.
You tried to retrace your steps—understand how you had managed to get yourself to where you were now, but to no avail. Your breath became difficult—as if your ribs were tightening around your lungs. How could you have been so stupid? What had possessed you to step foot outside your room? Forfeiting the luxury of a proper bed for what—the possibility of finding an escape route?
Adrenaline burned your veins like magma as you swiveled on your heels, clutching your cloak tight around your chest to run. The solid frame of a man standing behind you quickly put an end to your efforts. An involuntary gasp escaped your lips as you collided with his chest.
“Lost, are we?”
Your heart plummeted through your chest. You didn’t need to look up to know exactly who had found you. In a moment of pure instinct, you answered with a half-lie. “I couldn’t sleep. I was only trying to find a bit of fresh air.”
Commander Ren chuckled as he gently pushed the hood of your cloak back. The material shifted on your shoulders, revealing your nightgown beneath. Even under the veil of darkness, you felt exposed.
“Were the windows in your chambers insufficient?” he asked, moving his hand to tip your chin up.
“Yes,” you said, reluctantly meeting his gaze. His eyes were an abyss, drinking you in as you stood there. He looked ethereal, with messy, black curls and a loose sleep shirt to match. As your eyes roamed his figure, you were reminded of the night terror that had incited this predicament.
At that, he released your chin and offered you his hand. “Perhaps you would prefer to go for a stroll outside, then?”
Outside? You couldn’t recall how long it had been since you had even been outside—since you had felt the crisp winter air kiss your skin or listened to the song of cicadas in the dead of night. As enticing as his offer was, you hesitated. Was this another trick? Was he luring you outside of the castle walls to lock you out as punishment for disobeying his orders?
Your fingers twitched at your side.
Noticing your apprehension, he sucked in a deep breath. “Do my intentions seem so insincere?”
Silence followed. You wished for a mountain of bricks, ones you could use to barricade your mind from his sorcery.
Finally, you said, “Forgive me for being mistrusting, Commander.” Regardless of the frequency with which you said his title, it never failed to make your mouth bitter. Carefully, you slipped your hand into his, a chill running up through your body at his touch. “I would like that very much.”
Through the darkness, you watched as his gaze lowered to your joined hands, satisfaction burning in his eyes. “Allow me.”
#don't drink the kool aid (commander ren's wine)#also sneaky broom kid cameo bc he’s my king#ben solo#ben solo x reader#kylo ren#kylo ren x reader#kylo ren x y/n#kylo ren x you#ben solo x fem!reader#ben solo x you#star wars#star wars fanfiction#star wars self insert#kylo ren smut#ben solo smut#my writing#vampire!kylo#vampire kylo#vampire kylo ren
204 notes
·
View notes
Text
Rated Explicit - 1.8k One Shot - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content
Summary: Chad and Carlos have had a secret fling going on for a while. Today that fling is going to become less of a secret.
Based on a prompt from one of my readers.
Featured group/pairing: Ben/Carlos de Vil/Chad Charming & Harry Hook/Carlos de Vil
Key Tags: Caught, Orgy
This fic is a follow up to A Charming Compromise, but can also be read stand alone.
The final Sequel September fic! The first SMUTober fic is already in editing, so you'll be seeing it pretty soon. 😉
#descendants fanfiction#gay smut#chad charming#carlos de vil#ben florian#king ben#harry hook#my writing
42 notes
·
View notes
Text
I'm assuming it's a dirty joke, but I don't get it. 🤣
Anyway, this is so cute, I ship them! I mean, come on:
#npc d&d spoilers#vldl#viva la dirt league#adam king#ben van lier#npc d&d#does this count as vldl smut...?
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
General creepypasta headcannons!
Ft: Jeff the killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Dr Smiley, Puppeteer, Bloody Painter, Masky, Hoodie, laughing Jack, Jason the toymaker, Homicidal Liu and Eyeless Jack
Warning: these are not romantic! These are general personality trait headcannons. Also, a lot of the pastas are good friends with Ben. Mentions of weed and alcohol.
Also I’m using my AU where the creepypastas only kill r8pists and Peds (I’ll just call it the vigilant AU.)
I’m also working on a micheal afton smut rn, so y’all will get that soon.
Jeff the killer
-The worst person to drink with, he’s absolutely ruthless when drunk. (Angry, annoying or horny, you don’t roll the dice. He does)
-has a vintage tea set that was Liu’s (he stole it when he turned)
-he’s the most brutal and crude creepypasta, but whenever he’s mad he’s really fuckin mad.
-Ohioan tbh
-IAED (intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder)
-I feel like when he’s not having an episode he’s pretty likable (he’s probably accidentally one of the funniest creeps)
-this fucker definitely talks to himself, I feel like he might also have OCD.
-pop not soda
-his mouth slits are not that prominent (like food doesn’t fall out of his mouth) and he has his eyelids
-his skin isn’t smooth??? Mf was literally burned, he’s covered with a lot of old slightly healed burn scars.
-his hair care is better because of Ben.
-getting Jeff and Masky pissed off at the same time they will angrily tag team you (not sexually… maybe sometimes.)
-Jeff is very romantically detached and romantically stupid. Like he doesn’t really get attraction that much and when he does he doesn’t know what to do about it.
Ben Drowned
-vapes just a little (blue raz)
-weirdly responsible over the rest of the creeps (hygiene wise, he’s very meticulous) he’s the weed dealer of the house, his room in the attic is the major “fuck-it-up-and-party” Room
-not that angry of a person, very lax and chill.
-the funnest creeps to smoke the greens with. He’s fr just so chill (he’s also very funny too, trust me he’s fun AF)
-Ben is the funniest pasta, but only because of his pathetic-ness. Like he makes a lot of cheesy jokes and rhymes, it makes the other pastas laugh because most the time he doesn’t intend it to be funny.
-chronic mimicker, like it’s bad. If anyone else talks or says a word slightly different suddenly it’s the only word he’ll say for a month straight.
-his eyes are constantly bleeding and it pisses him off
-human eyes are brown and his skin is slightly tan.
-he’s very horny all the time but with no release. He doesn’t crush on the pasta girls, nor does he watch porn. This mf writes his own personal fanfiction in a diary (that the creeps stole one night while drunk and read)
-he’s honestly one of the cleanest creepypastas. (And probably the most popular for them all, at least. He’s friends with everyone.)
-ADD nightmare and screamo music daydream.
-I feel like if he sang he’d sound like that one song ‘King for a Day’
Toby
-he’s a little dickhead, but relatively lovable. It’s just cause he’s cheeky and devilish.
-doesn’t smoke weed or drink.
-he’s very jealous of Liu and Jeff since because of his sisters death. He wishes that like Liu, his sister would arrive one day somewhat alive. (It never happens)
-ADHD and bipolar nightmare, has a slender therapist lmao.
-Toby doesn’t like Jeff that much for trying to kill Liu. Liu and Toby are friends because Liu reminds him of Lyra (his sister)
-Toby is also somewhat close with the women of the mansion rather then the men. He’s good friends with both Judge Angels and Jane. Clockwork and him aren’t close anymore as she went off on her own.
-he’s a really deep thinker, and surprisingly sentimental. Though not for his victims. Toby is harsh whenever he feels like it.
-he’s a relatively quiet person. He’s good friends with Ben and EJ. Toby also has a slow reaction to danger, he’s the least likely in the group to get scared by something.
-Toby had to get a slender therapist because of his last manic episode (he made up “creepypasta” while accidentally high one night on Ben’s computer in 2010 and the pastas haven’t trusted him with tech since.)
-he wanted to become a writer growing up.
Dr Smiley
-originally, I feel like Dr Smiley wanted to do good for people. I feel like he wanted to be a politician until he forcefully remembered how people are. He’s also really bad at medical stuff, go to EJ for that, not smiley.
-awful trust issues, he doesn’t trust a soul. Ironically, Smiley is one of the most social pastas. Reverse psychology babe.
-smiley is good at a lot of things, this man’s a fuckin prodigy.
-one of the first creepypastas to join the gang. Also one of the most polite.
-he’s really classy and only ever accidentally taken an edible (never again). Smiley trips out hard whenever high, it’s almost concerning.
-definitely has a small garden for herbs. He’s either seen killing, out in the garden, or in his medical room.
-a lot of the pastas are convinced smiley doesn’t sleep (no one has ever seen it, though Ben did capture one singular photo as proof and that is it)
-dr smiley is always left in charge whenever Slender has meetings (he only has to approve missions sent by the pastas.)
-as much as smiley is a prodigy, he’s awful in the kitchen. It’s kind of sad.
Puppeteer
-smooth, might as well call this fucker MJ.
-he always wins in arguments bc he’s so sly. Sort of a kleptomaniac and will gaslight you.
-called pup by most (not like a dog)
-always has his business in other peoples faces, but unlike Ben, he doesn’t get away with it.
-Puppet laughs a lot but doesn’t really talk. he’s also pretty good friends with Jane and Helen.
-one of the least organized pastas. His room is really messy and so is he. He cleans up after himself, but don’t go into his room.
-Major Depressive Disorder
-him and hoodie always get A+ on their duo assignments. Though the two of them aren’t that close, they’re hella good at working together.
-puppeteer isn’t classy at all. He drinks as soon as he wakes up, but in a Fiona Gallagher way.
-definitely watches Shameless. His top show rn. Binged the entirety in 3 days. Didn’t sleep whatsoever. (His fave character is V bc she’s hot)
Bloody Painter
-LOVES Hozier. Like actively buys tickets for his shows. Either hozier or The Hush Sound.
-the most visual mf you’ll ever meet. If he’s real comfortable he’d ramble for super fucking long (and gets annoyed when someone gets bored or questions him.)
-work first, people last. Helen really just focused on the next step in front rather than the whole timeline.
-beat the shit out of Toby for the accident of 2010. Though the two made up.
-mentally I think he’s…. Alright??? He’s one of those disturbingly quiet people, very hard to read. Though, turns out he’s just mute. Also has OCD
-he has a problem trusting himself and his thoughts (as most ppl with OCD do)
-very unhealed, Helen is very raw. Like his wounds are barely closed. Sometimes Helen is able to relax though and that’s only when he’s alone or possibly with Puppeteer.
-Helen makes sure he has no bad blood between any pasta. He’s worried hoodie doesn’t like him, though.
Masky
-staring problem, huge staring problem. resting bitch face too. Truthfully he’s never really annoyed much.
-insomniac with a touch of depression. He’s always super tired. Chronic eyebag haver.
-probably has thin silver glasses.
-loves sugary coffee and tea. Drinks basic white girl drinks 100%
-really good friends with Eyeless Jack and often helps him get more medical supplies.
-dare I say slight accent??? Not rlly an accent, but sounds like he’s from Tennessee. His moms def from New Jersey tho.
-Jewish heritage. He also watches a LOT of Rick and Morty with Ben.
-buys his weed from Ben to relax. He was forced to stop smoking by Hoodie and Sally. Weed is the next best thing.
-he’s really good at voice impressions but almost never does them unless he’s with Sally or Lazari.
-Masky is very depressed and unmotivated, so Puppeteer is usually around him a lot. Not that either of them care much.
Hoodie
-he’s literally mute. Also believe that he’s short too. Like 5’7.
-watches attack on Titan, his favorite character is Miche and Armin. Besides that, he doesn’t watch much anime.
-his room is covered in posters.
-Slendermans favorite, second to Dr Smiley.
-he loves 80’s music. The puppeteer does too, they listen together sometimes on missions.
-in love with Diet Pepsi and cool ranch Doritos.
-knows how to knit (don’t ask.) (he got high with Ben one time)
-come to think of it, everyone has went borderline insane smoking with Ben before. Hoodie has a picture book filled with their embarrassing high moments.
-hoodies room has a lot of spare notebooks and picture books. Don’t know why. All of them are individually organized. If you looked through them you’d go insane tho.
-worst handwriting in the entire mansion.
Laughing Jack
-he has a grudge against all cheeses. Like he fucking HATES cheese. Especially blue cheese.
-worst diet of the pastas. He eats like a 6 year old mixed with the Elf. Everything to him has to be sweet, if not then it has to be crunchy. Like chicken tenders, he can eat those, but that’s about it.
-secret genius because everyone thinks he’s stupid (when he’s really the instigator) the only person who’s caught onto this is Ben, but no one believes Ben.
-constantly humming.
-he hates TV and phones but likes music. Though if you put on bubble guppies or some shit, his brain would probably shut down.
-he’s constantly eating the floor, this mf is so clumsy.
-Jack riots a lot and starts plenty of petitions. Like when slender tried implementing a dinner time schedule, he petitioned for it to be gone because he didn’t want pasta. That one chipped at Slender’s nonexistent heart.
-he’s rebellious in nature and very horny. He’s constantly doing the most, very over the top whenever he likes someone.
-he hates Japanese horror films
Jason the toymaker
-he doesn’t turn his assignments into doll’s because they don’t deserve a second chance at life. Jason is one of the only pastas that kill normal people. The normal people are tortured and turned into dolls, his assignments are tortured and left to rot.
-Jason has an eye for fashion and has sewn a bunch of dresses for Sally. He also has a very high pitched giggle.
-tbh Jason listens to Kesha 100% it just scratches the spot
-he’s almost a horder. More than once did Slender have to expand Jason’s toy shop.
-hates all animals, there is not a single animal that he likes. (Though somehow, smiledog really likes him.) (Jason hates him but doesn’t harm him)
-he’s honestly such a priss, like fr. He’s always gossiping os judging. It’s funny though.
-he doesn’t really like much of the pastas. He likes Ben and sometimes LJ is cool, but aside from that he just doesn’t care about the rest much.
-he absolutely fucks up thin mints and raisin cookies. His fave food is probably a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese tho tbh
Homicidal Liu
-Liu doesn’t really remember Jeff, but Sully does.
- Liu’s other systems are named Ajax and Diane, both of which are female.
-he really likes keeping up on YouTube drama and actively prays on downfalls.
-Liu’s best friend is definitely Toby or Zero. Aside from that he’s really closed off, he admires Slender too.
-Dissociative Identity Disorder.
-he definitely almost got on Zalgo’s side, but something (he doesn’t know what) pulled him to Slender more.
-least picky out of the creeps. He can stomach basically everything.
-he was one of those kids that had chronic ear infections, Liu constantly would have cotton balls in his ears Bc of this 😭
-Liu gets sick really easily, his immune system is NOT happy. Prob because he really likes spicy food but still.
-definitely 100% the best cook out of the pastas (with Ben being the best baker)
-Slendermans third favorite after Dr Smiley and hoodie.
-he’s honestly so homesick, but he doesn’t remember what for. Feels a strange connection to Jeff, but also almost hates him? He’s conflicted.
-serious victim of medical malpractice and medical abuse, he absolutely hates hospitals and anything to do with them.
Eyeless Jack
-used to write music in college before he turned. Also actually really sad about how his life ended.
-he’s good friends with Ben and Masky and surprisingly talkative. I felt like he almost whispers though.
-I also like to think that Jack is very musically inclined and the reason he went to medical school was so he could make bank in the future. His parents definitely didn’t want Jack to be a musician.
-so he can definitely play electric guitar and some piano (he tries and learns everyday)
-really bad at sports and awful sense of direction. He’s always lost. Ben usually has to fetch him once he goes out for missions.
-though I don’t think Jack being lost is all his fault, the path to the mansion changes every three hours and Jack leaves often for kidneys.
-he sees sally as a little sister and does a lot to make her happy.
#creepypasta#eyeless jack#creepypasta smut#ben drowned#dr smiley#homicidal liu#jeff the killer#ticci toby#puppeteer#ben drowned smut#creepypasta headcanon
836 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Winter Sun (EPILOGUE 1)
Into the Future
MASTERLIST
Summary: Years went by in Winterfell
Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader
Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, mentions of SMUT, childbirth, complication in childbirth, might contain triggering content, might miss some warnings
+18, MINORS DNI
Wordcount: 3 k
Notes: Well… Sara did say she saw six puppies
The vibe around the Lords and Ladies of the North wasn’t nice when you returned from King’s Landing, with your white haired baby in your arms
Many started saying that you had returned to Aemond willingly, and you had given birth to his child, since Jonaerys was clearly a Valyrian like you, and like the Kinslayer.
But things stopped and improved when you gave birth to your third child, a year after you came back to Winterfell, also a boy, who looked very similar to his brother, only with the colors of his father, dark locks of hair, and icy gray eyes. A true looking Northerner.
You named him Torrhen
Torrhen Stark
Cregan would walk proudly in the hallways of Winterfell and all over with his sons in his arms, Rickon trotting behind him as he grew up, and three direwolves following close behind.
But only one dragon hatched from all the eggs Vhaelar bring forth, Jonaerys’ egg. it took months after you came back, and a dragon keeper had to move in Winterfell to take care of Vhaelar and her hatchling.
Jonah’s dragon was so different from everything you had ever seen before, it was black, with silvery white markings, and big gray eyes. his flames were icy blue, as Vhaelar’s were bluish with purple flare
When Torrhen was 1, you suffered through another winter by then, and as it became some sort of “tradition”, Cregan got you pregnant with what you truly wished was a girl…
But it wasn’t
You bring forth a baby with dirty blonde hair, and when he opened his eyes you saw with amazement he had one purple eye and the other gray, he was like Alyssa, your grandmother, who had similar features, you often wonder where he came from, he looked nothing like you or Cregan, but your husband was ecstatic
You wanted a Valyrian name for your peculiar child, and Cregan compromised in naming him Orys, like the rumored bastard brother of Aegon the Conqueror
Orys Stark
So Rickon was 5, Jonaerys 4, Torrhen two and a half, and Orys 1 year old, when you got pregnant again.
After Cregan’s begging
You believed you were done, you loved your children very much and you were begging for a little girl, that never came, so you believed you were done, you had four beautiful children with your loving husband
But you couldn’t deny anything to those beautiful Gray eyes
So you held your big belly as you awaited Sara’s arrival.
Sara had fallen in love with Cregan’s best friend, who had come to Winterfell four years ago to grieve for the loss of his wife, and he fell in love with her. Ben Tallheart, so they married, Sara became a loving stepmother to a beautiful little girl who was now five years old, and they lived happily in Torrhen’s square, hence the name of your baby boy.
“Sister!”, she screeched, hugging you tightly around your belly
“Sister”, you whispered happily in her ear, Cregan just stood there, amused that Sara would always greet you first, but then he hugged his sister dearly
“Missed you”, it was true, you had missed her so dearly, the castle seemed almost empty without her in it
After warm greetings, Cregan took his friend so both of them could talk, while you took Sara who was so excited to see her baby nephews, who had multiplied in the last years. You went into the nursery, where they were all gathered, the four of your children, it was Orys nap time
Rickon and Jonaerys hugged her tightly, running to her arms; they have gotten so big, Torrhen followed shortly after.
Sara was playing on the floor with her nephews, with their wooden figurines, as you sat on a long chair, rubbing your belly, you were super tired, you always were
“How is the pregnancy going?”, she asked
“It's different this time”, you confessed, Sara looked at you, gray eyes wide open
“What do you mean?”, she asked, you only shook your head, looking down at your huge belly
“I’ve been so tired”, you whispered, “I can barely eat, I feel awful”, she looked at you determinedly, “my belly is huge”
“What are you saying?”, she asked gently, you only shook you head
“I don’t feel as strong as I did before”, she looked concerned, as she was trying hard to remember something
“I'm sure everything's going to be alright” she said with a calming smile, you smiled back as you caressed your big belly.
You weren’t bluffing, you realized you were pregnant because of how much you threw up, you could barely find something to eat that didn’t make you sick
Cregan hunted everything he could get his hands on, and Thelma cooked everything with different spices each time, but to no avail, everything made you sick, all the meats, so THelma fought hard to cook you legumes and different pies with vegetables.
Even so…
You still felt really weak.
This wasn’t like all your pregnancies before, and Cregan seemed truly concerned for you. He was over you at all times, tending you, caring for you, like your very first pregnancy with Rickon.
And now Sara wouldn't take her eyes off of you now, always watching what you ate.
Your baby was restless, kicking you always, and you immense belly, sometimes you felt like you had a real dragon inside you womb, with more than four extremities
But right after that thought, memories of all those Targaryen women who lost their babies, and what came out of them were truly dragon-like babies, and then you shook your head, wanting to purge those dark thoughts out of your mind.
But you had to be strong, you had to be, you had already given birth to four! FOUR babies, and everything went well, this was not going to be the exception
The night found you in the great hall, holding a feast for your guests, with Sara and Ben, and everyone really in the castle.
“I have an announcement to make”, Ben spoke, as he raised from his chair, raising his cup. “First I want to thank our gracious hosts”, he said, pointing at you and Cregan, who held your hand tightly. “For receiving us, and now… I want to say that the Lady of Torrhen Square and I are proud to announce that we are expecting our first child!”, he said, and the hall broke out with cheers and applause
You hugged Sara tightly
“I’m so happy for you!”, you greeted, and she laughed in your ear
“Thank you!”, as Cregan was hugging Ben, and then he turned
“My beautiful sister”, whispered Cregan happily, hugging her tightly, you hugged Ben then
That made Cregan’s spirit rise for the coming days, and Sara and Ben agreed to stay here in Winterfell until she gave birth, meaning… six whole months, and you couldn’t be happier
The castle seemed to roar with life since then.
Rickon, Jonaerys and Eddara, Ben’s daughter, played through the hallways, and they were always filled with giggles and laughter
And your belly got bigger and bigger, and you grew tired and tired
Everytime Cregan looked at you, it was like his heart was broken, you knew he was afraid, you were becoming paler, and tired by the day.
At night you would beg him to make love to you, and he would, that made you happy, as he spoon you with him deep inside you as he cradled your big belly, he would kiss every inch of your body with devotion, and hugged you through the night.
“Can’t wait to meet this baby”, he whispered sweetly in your ear
“Me too”, you said back, “perhaps it is finally a girl”, you teased
“Oh what I would give for a daughter that looks like you”, he whispered back, nuzzling his nose into your hair
“She would be pretty cute, wouldn’t she?”, you kept teasing
“She would”, he whispered, “thank you”, he whispered
“for what?”, you asked back
“For everything”, he said back, “you brought me back to life, you gave me four beautiful boys, you turned Winterfell into a home”
“Well, you are very welcome”, you giggled, you turned around to meet him, and you kissed him lovingly, “thank you too, you did helped in everything you just mentioned”, and he chuckled against your lips
“I did my part”, he kept teasing, as you cuddled into the night.
The very next day, Cregan was outside, with Ben, you believed they went into the wolf’s wood to hunt, when your water broke
Immediately a pain shot through you like a lightning bolt, making you cry out.
The pain was blinding, it wasn’t a contraction it was something else, something else entirely, and besides, you were certain the nine moons haven't completed yet. Soon people entered the room, maids, followed by Sara, immediately they held you, trying to prevent you from collapsing into the stone floor of your rooms
“It hurts!”, you cried
“Call the midwife, NOW”, screamed Sara, “find my brother”, but the pain was so blinding you couldn’t quite pay attention to what was going on around you
You felt your dress being ripped away from your body, a night shift placed instead, soft and light as a feather, and then you were laid in the bed softly.
The contractions began shortly after, and it was hurting so much you couldn’t have a real grasp on reality anymore.
A young man, who worked at the stables was sent to find Cregan, he knew the woods by the palm of his hand, so he didn’t have trouble finding the hunting party.
“MY LORDS”, it took only that scream, for Cregan to know it was about you, and considering the state you were in, that you had gone into labor
Nobody could reach him as he mounted his horse and started galloping without stopping. He rode back to Winterfell at an incredible speed, jumped off his horse and ran inside the castle.
He ran towards your room and he could hear the screams from the second floor.
His heart got tight inside of his chest, and he found you struggling, the bed soaked in your blood, he had never been so scared in his life, not even when the war happened.
He was at your side in a second, he grasped your hand in his and started at you wide eyed
“Darling, I’m here”
“Cregan”, you called, “It hurts”
“i know my love, I know”, he soothed, looking at the midwives who looked at each other with worried glances
It was bad, he knew it, everybody knew it, at one point, the midwives didn’t know what to do so they called in the maester who gave you milk of the poppy to clear, rather, distract your mind from the pain
It did help, when it took effect, you received the command
“Push my lady”
And you did, gods you did, with all your strength.
It was bloody, it was painful, it was worrying, but after two hours, the room was filled with the cries of a babe
“A little girl M’lord!”, chanted the midwife, receiving the crying child into the world
Cregan sighed loudly, with relief, squeezing your hand back, as he looked at the midwife cleaning a little baby with pitch black hair, he had a daughter.
But this wasn’t over yet, you cried in agony again, and Cregan looked down at you, still grasped in the claws of pain.
“The afterbirth?”, he asked, but the maester shook his head, seeming horrified
“No, I think…”
“It's another babe”, said the midwife, as he give the little baby girl to his father, who was wide-eyed, not knowing if to be relieved, or scared to death, he looked down at the face of his little daughter and caressed her little head.
But when he looked at you he was so scared, you were shaking with pain, blood oozing out of you, he whimpered
“I think the baby is breached”, the midwife whined, like she was in the same state of horror
Hours went by
You were in a state of such pain your eyes were closed and you couldn’t scream anymore, you just whined softly.
Cregan was in the corner of the room, her daughter in his arms, but he just looked ahead, scared to death, his worry was such that he believed he was going to age centuries.
The maester whispered in the corner with the midwife, as her assistants were each by your side, whispered words of comfort, rubbing your belly hoping to push the baby out themselves
“You need to be strong My lady”, whispered one, a young sweet girl, “think of your children, they need you, those sweets boy, and your baby girl”
you only got to nod, that phrase seemed to be the only thing that could pierce through the cloud of pain and milk of the poppy. Using the last of your strength, you leaned in, and pushed, again, the thought of your husband and children spurred you on, your baby, still inside of you, needed to make it out.
The midwife saw your intent and was with you in a second
Cregan gave his baby girl to the maester, and was also with you.
“You can do this love, please”, he begged, “please…”
It was another hour, you had been at this for six whole hours, when another cry was heard in the room.
Another little girl
With hair white as ice, and reddened face.
Then it came the afterbirth, but for that, you couldn’t no longer feel anything at all
The maids washed you and changed the sheets, you were breathing steadily, but you were barely conscious.
Cregan had his new baby girl in his arms, his dream came true, she did look like you, but the maester was telling him you had lost a lot of blood, that you could no longer have any more children… if you ever woke up…
Sara had heard anything, but she was with your other children
“What is happening, where is mama?”, asked Jonaerys, he was a sensitive boy, he felt everything
“She is giving birth to the baby, sweet boy”, she whispered, as she cradled Orys in her arms hoping to made him sleep
“She is taking too long”, he whispered, his eyes filled with tears
Rickon came and hugged his brother
“She will be alright, she is mommy”, he said back, Sara looked as the sweet boys hugged themselves
“Her vision had never wrong before, you were going to pull out of this
But Cregan was scared, very, very scared
The maids had called in wetnurses from the village, and they took both his daughters with them.
He just stood by your side
As the maester else him with the promise that if you made it out tonight, you were going to regain your strength
“Please don’t leave me”, he whispered, his tears choking him, “please, I beg of you”, he begged like a prayer, holding your hand, “you give me all I ever dreamed of, you deserve to enjoy it by my side, our beautiful children, our six children you gave me”, he said with teary eyes, “please my love, I will follow you soon after, please don’t abandon me, our children need you, I need you, please”
He was seated on a chair he needed right next to the bed, and laid his head by your side, still holding your hand.
He stayed there all night, right next to you, hearing your faint breaths.
It was early in the morning, when you squeezed his hand back, and he cried in relief.
. . .
Two weeks passed, and you had recuperated your strength. Cregan brought you your girls as soon as you woke up, and spent the night with the four of you, after eating plentifully.
One of your daughters had the northerner features, while the other was a Valyrian just like you, you named them Robyn and Rhaenys, the latter in honor of your dear aunt, who had been like a mother to you.
“They are in very good health, My Lords”, said the maester, you smiled widely, looking at your daughters, who were both of them awake, laid on your bed, and wiggling happily, “although”
You and Cregan both snapped your head to look at the maester
“Although?”, you asked fearful, you then looked at your babies
“Little Rhaenys, I think there is something wrong”, your eyed immediately filled with tears
The old man showed you, he clapped his hand near Robyn, and she blinked her eyes and squirmed because of the loud noise, but he repeated the same thing near Rhaenys, and she barely reacted
“What does it mean?”, you whined, Crregan held you
“She might be deaf, my lady”, he whispered, Cregan held you against his chest. As you cried, scared of what that could mean.
“Does that mean she can’t hear?”, asked RIckon, you wiped your tears immediately, and your two eldest sons entered the room. Torrhen still didn’t know what was going on, and Orys was still a baby.
“That is right boy”, Cregan was strong, as he smiled to his eldest son
“We will create a cool language with our hands so we can speak to her, then”, Rickon said like it wasn’t a big deal. And you laughed wholeheartedly, hugging and kissing your son.
Now you had your six puppies, everything was going to be alright. With your growing family, and Sara, and Cregan’s best friends
And a huge feast they threw in King’s Landing in your honor.
taglist!
@severewobblerlightdragon @missusnora @stargaryenx @poppyreader @chainsawsangel @court-jester-stuff @batprincess1013 @eddiepicker
@lyannesworld @arujee @kamisunshine @mss-nthng @partypoison00 @grimistangel @elleclairez @may-machin @prettykinkysoul @justagurlwithships @champomiel
@laura-naruto-fan1998 @zoleea-exultant @devotedlythoughtfulanchor @zoleea-exultant @llleon666 @dark-night-sky-99 @bitchigoteverythingissues @harrypotteranna23-blog
@esposadomd @ajanauia @phantomtea19 @let-love-bleeds-red @kishie8 @dreamingofyourmoons @esposadomd @sandronebabyy @kemillyfreitas @trifoliumviridi @dreamingofyourmoons @darling-jace @biblichorr @ivvypg @mendes-bae @borikenlove @tssf-imagines @praline357 @alitaar @prettykinkysoul @aelora-a @a-mexican-waffle @ateliefloresdaprimavera @alexa4040 @lrboyd @anditsmywholeheart @weaselyss @scarlettqueen190 @deeeeexx @cloudroomblog @dreaming-of-the-reality @yentroucnagol @crazymusicgirl104 @toodlesxcuddles @thanyatargaryen @mxtokko @bellstwd @elaena-aerrin @glaciuswduo @holb32
#misguidedwinter#cregan stark x reader#cregan#cregan x you#cregan x reader#cregan stark#hbo house of the dragon#house targaryen#house stark#house of the dragon#targaryen!oc#targaryen!reader
420 notes
·
View notes
Text
malfoy manor ༉‧₊˚✧
draco malfoy smut
oral sex [fem receiving] | draco fluff / we love a consent king | ice cream foreplay??
You think you are going to the malfoy manor to study but draco wants to show you what real passion is. no interruptions…just you and him alone. you’re going to experience the greatest pleasure you will ever know. [just imagine HIS HANDS all over your body]
⋆*･ﾟ*･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ
You and draco have been studying in his bedroom for the hours. Snape has a defense against the dark arts exam coming up and you are struggling. Draco knew you were struggling in snape’s class so he offered to tutor you.
(You are sitting with your legs crossed on Draco’s bed, while draco sits in a chair at his desk)
You slam the books down on his comforter. (So soft. You would love to get comfy in his bed WITH him…if you know what I mean)
You sighed and looked across the room where draco was reviewing notes at his desk.
“Why cant I understand this. I’m going to fail.”
Your eyes started to slowly fill with tears, as you got more frustrated with yourself.
Draco motioned for you to come over to him.
You want to make out with him so badly, but you don’t know if he likes you like that. In your mind you’re just a girl draco is forced to Tudor. You don’t think there’s anything special there.
You walk over to draco and rested your hand on his desk and shrugged. “I just don’t know what else to do.”
“Why don’t you get a snack and take a break. I have something in mind that may help ease your stress,” Draco said.
As your mind raced with all the possibilities you had in mind, your face was flushed. You turned away quickly and walked to the kitchen.
༻¨*:·.
You found a pint of ben and jerries ice cream in the freezer.
As you sat at the dining room table eating ice cream, you feel cold finger tips on your neck, moving your hair to the other side of your neck.
You shiver as you hear a familiar voice whisper in your ear, “don’t worry love. I feel those things for you too”
Your face gets red and hot as you hear his voice again.
“You want to share?”
You feel your chair move back and see draco walk in front of you, looking down at you. He is standing over you.
[I cant get over his height. He’s so fine]
Your eyes drop from his eyes to see his white collared shirt is completely unbuttoned, revealing his bare chest and abs.
Draco grabs a spoon and dips it into the ice cream you are holding and takes a bite.
You bite your lip, as you watch him suck the ice cream off the spoon.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. You dip your spoon into the ice cream and stand up.
“You’re beau-“ draco is cut off by you sliding ice cream from his mouth, down to his chest…his abs.
You feel him grab your hand, making you drop your spoon on the ground.
“Kiss me draco,” you whisper seductively.
You feel malfoys lips clash into yours. You wrap your arms around his neck as he picks you up.
(Your legs wrapping around his waste)
.·:*¨༺
He carried you back to his room and placed you on his bed.
You let out a soft moan as malfoy started to gently kiss your neck.
As his big hands caressed your hips, he unbuttons your blouse, revealing your bralette.
Almost out of breath, you say, “I want you to go down on me dra-“
You gasped as malfoy leaves trails of wet kisses down your neck, down your breasts, down to your bare stomach.
Once you feel his hot breath at your stomach you gasped and tell him to stop.
(He can tell you were a little insecure about him being so close to your stomach)
Draco hovered over you, with his face over yours.
His gorgeous blonde hair resting above his grey eyes.
[ugh he’s so cute. I can picture him right now ugh]
He smirked, “you don’t have to hide from me. Let me make you feel special.”
You nodded, “okay”
He continued and you helped him unclip your bra.
As he left love bites down your breast and stomach, you feel his hands gently pull down your pants…
You help him take off your pants as you feel his warm breath get closer to your pulsing pussy, just waiting to be mouth fucked.
You tilt your head back, eager for draco to suck your clit.
You watch as draco pulls down your underwear.
“Are you wet for me, my sweet dove?” Malfoy bites his lip while looking up at you.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
A soft moan fell from your lips, “yes.”
Malfoys lips start to passionately kiss your already soaked pussy. He moans as he inserts his tongue into your cunt.
Giving you the greatest pleasure you could ever imagine….
You moan dracos name loud as you feel his tongue go in circles around your clit.
Malfoy begins to suck on your cunt, making you a moaning mess.
You run your fingers through dracos hair and pull slightly as you get to a climax.
Draco’s moans makes your pussy vibrate, as he mouth fucks your wet cunt.
Your body comes to a hot climax, leaving your body shaking.
You are cumming in Draco’s mouth, while he keeps sucking you dry. He doesn’t seem to mind.
“Dra-a-co-“ you moan.
Malfoy finally let’s you completely climax.
Malfoy lies next to you and tells you, “i think I’m falling for you.”
-
⋆*･ﾟ*･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ
Hi guys! I hope you all loved this one. He’s so hot. And that’s all I gotta say 🤍
🫧 I’m taking requests for draco smuts ! requirements: draco x fem
#draco malfoy smut#draco malfoy#harry potter smut#draco fic#draco smut#draco x female reader#malfoy manor#Spotify
487 notes
·
View notes
Text
I’m thinking about Ben again. Someone please request something I need to write about him GOD
#ben florian smut#ben descendants smut#king ben#ben florian x reader#ben descendants#king ben florian#king ben smut#king ben x reader#descendants king ben#descendants
94 notes
·
View notes
Note
WHO DO U WRITE FOR??
CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR ♡
oh. my. god I THOUGHT I MADE ONE I AM SO SORRYYY anyway i luv you anon! :)
♡ KEEP IN MIND :
i can try to write for everyone! these are characters i am pretty sure i could. send an ask if someone's not on this list <3
♡ IT (STEPHEN KING)
bill denbrough ; stanley uris ; eddie kaspbrak ; richie tozier ; ben hanscom ; mike hanlon ; beverly marsh ; henry bowers ; patrick hocksetter
♡ THE OUTSIDERS
dallas winston ; johnny cade ; ponyboy curtis ; sodapop curtis ; two-bit matthews ; steve randle ; darry curtis
♡ ONE PIECE
(not very far in so requests (if canon) will have to be a bit detailed)
monkey d luffy ; roronoa zoro ; shanks ; sanji ; koby
♡ INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS
cameron james / 10 things i hate about you ; peter parker n spiderman / mcu ; daniel larusso / karate kid ; jason dean / heathers ; five hargreeves / the umbrella academy ; billy loomis n ghostface / scream (1996) ; kurt kunkle / spree ; any (recent-ish, not child) jaeden martell roles because hes my fav (i am his #1 fan)
♡ WHAT I'LL WRITE
platonic & romantic ; smut & fluff ; actually almost anything unless its illegal (js my boundaries) for example: bestiality, pee doos (ICK also its spelled like that on purpose), or like scat cause nty! anyway YEAH requests r VEYR OPEN.
#li yapping session#bill denbrough x reader#jaeden martell#cameron james x reader#johhny cade x reader#the outsiders x reader#peter parker x reader#spiderman x reader#stan uris x reader#eddie kaspbrak x reader#richie tozier x reader#beverly marsh x reader#dallas winston x reader#dally winston x reader#ponyboy x reader#monkey d luffy x reader#luffy x reader#billy loomis x reader#jason dean x reader#zoro x reader
75 notes
·
View notes
Text
Rated Explicit - 2k One Shot - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content
Summary: Ben's been looking for someone to help him out now that the role of king is keeping him busier than ever. Gil thinks he's the right man for the job.
Based on a prompt from one of my readers.
Featured pairing: Ben/Gil
Key tags: Showers
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
Like, I realise this is super silly and all, but I honestly find this so sweet??
#npc d&d spoilers#vldl#viva la dirt league#adam king#ben van lier#npc d&d#does this count as vldl smut...?
14 notes
·
View notes
Note
Not really a request, more just asking a question/your opinion but What do you think all the pastas kinks are? Brian’s gotta be a voyeur, imo- he’s constantly got that video camera with him 👀
Sure thing, anon. You ask, I offer. As always under the cut.
I actually wrote something similar a while back which I'll link here. This was still before I really started writing smut, so now I'm a little more prepared >:).
Creeps Kink Headcanons
Listen I've got the huge brain rot for my boys.
Brian does have... something going on. He's definitely a voyeur and voyeurism is a gateway kink for risky sex. Sex in the woods? Yes, please. Being just a little bit too loud? He does that to you. This man commits horrible crimes daily, so it isn't surprising that he enjoys feeling vulnerable sometimes during sex. Getting caught just gives him that spicy feeling inside.
Jeff also likes that spice, but he's unhinged as fuck. I expect him to be more heavily into the BDSM scene, with an emphasis on S&M. He likes playing around with pain and pleasure. He likes that he can hurt you and you like it. But don't get it twisted, he's an aftercare king.
Toby likes dirty talk. In English, in German, in whatever languages you headcanon he speaks. He wants to hear you, and himself, and how flustered you get at the things he says.
I've always been convinced that Ben likes anal. He is very porn addicted though and enjoys phone sex (among other things) more than real sex sometimes. If you dislike the touchy-feely intimacy parts of sex, then the two of you will get along well. He is also an expert in taking good, tasteful nudes of himself.
Jack loves turning you into putty in his hands. He enjoys restraining you with bondage or his own body. Mans is almost 7 feet tall, so you're bound to be shorter than him and smaller in stature. He likes manhandling you, but he's always holding back. He also can't resist the primal urge to breed you, but that's a whole other story.
Liu is a true "quality time" lover at heart. He enjoys mutual masturbation: being able to watch you make yourself come undone. He especially likes when part of your arm or leg rubs against his. It's the little things for him.
Tim is into the dynamics of subbing/domming. He easily enjoys daddy-dom stuff as well as impact play - mostly spanking. Overall, he enjoys topping most of the time and being in control of you. It's similar to Jeff in theory, but his attitude and tone about it are different and it isn't all about pain for him.
#creepypasta#creepypasta hoodie#creepypasta smut#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta masky#creepypasta ben drowned#marble hornets hoodie#eyeless jack headcanons#ticci toby headcanons#jeff the killer headcanons#homicidal liu headcanons#🤍-nova's ask box
305 notes
·
View notes
Text
hello and welcome to my ben chilwell brainrot 🩵
requests are: open (i can’t promise i’ll write them all but my inbox is open)
masterlist ↓
ben chilwell
multi-chapter
king of my heart - complete
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - part eleven - part twelve - part thirteen + dad!ben concepts
this love - complete
fake dating + childhood friends to lovers
one shots
the easy silence that you make for me
fluff, hurt/comfort
til you come back home
fluff, smut (18+)
running home to your sweet nothings
nothing but fluff, soft!ben
how deep is your love
fluff, drunk!ben
i watched it begin again
fluff, first date
↳ part 2: i want your midnights
new year's eve fluff + a bit of angst
my captain
fluff, the carabao cup semi-final
falling for you
fluff, friends/colleagues to lovers
your love is tried and true blue
hurt/comfort, post-carabao cup final
my priority
fluff, reader taking care of a sick ben
christmas/winter one shots ☃️🎄
do you want to build a snowman?
dad!ben
when i'm feeling alone, you remind me of home
fluff, long distance relationship
all is calm, all is bright
pregnant reader, lots of fluff
social media AUs
baby, just say yes
engagement + wedding
~
mason mount
one shots
karma is my boyfriend
fluff and a bit of hurt/comfort
tired of loving from afar
long distance relationship fluff + a bit of angst
177 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
lostoneshq
ONCE UPON THE LOST ONES...
lifeasanoso-blog
Life as an Oso
sexyoldmilf
Mommy
arizonapoppy
Arizona Poppy
arctasy
subscribe to technoblade