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munsonownsmyass · 11 months

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Forbidden pleasures

Tristan Thorn x reader

Summary: Your desire for Tristan is big and you can't wait until your wedding night, so you decide to give him a little surprise.

Notes: This is a little smutty piece in "Yours forever after" universe (yeah, I gave it a name. It's a series now 🤣) and takes place between the proposal and the wedding. Hope you enjoy 😜

Warnings: Smut, 18+. Oral, m receiving. Tristan getting his first blowjob (technically his first time, I guess? First sexual experience with a woman, at least).. yeah, that's it 🙈

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The last few months had been the hardest of your life. You had always wanted Tristan, but after you’ve tasted his sweet lips and felt his desire for you, it had become harder and harder to be near him. Your desire for him had turned from small embers to a big flame, your desire burning through you like a wildfire. Your wedding night couldn’t come soon enough or else you fear you might burst into flames.

Even now, as he innocently holds your hand while politely talking to his father, your mind is elsewhere, thinking about what those hands could do to you.

Once the innkeeper swings by and steals your father’s attention, you pull Tristan with you, heading for the doors. “Where are we going?” He grins, not knowing your true intentions. You’re sure that if he knew, he’d try to stop you.

Out of sight, safely hidden from the crowd at the harvest dance, you push Tristan against the brick wall of his childhood home, claiming his lips in a heated kiss. He kisses you back with equal passion before his mind catches up and he pushes you away gently.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?”

“I know you can’t bed me until our wedding day, but my desire for you is burning me up.” You say bluntly, watching how his cheeks turn bright red. One hand moves down his body, finding the hard bulge waiting for you. A soft gasp escapes Tristan as he throws his head back against the stones.

“No, L-love. We can’t do t-that.” He mouth might say no, but behind his eyes is a fire matching your own and you feel him twitch against the palm of your hand.

“Don’t worry, my love.” You whisper seductively in his ear and with a smile on your lips, you fall on your knees in front of him, your hand caressing the hard outline of his cock. He bucks into your touch, whimpering your name. Whether it’s a plea to stop or a desperate notice to keep going, you do not know. But you choose to believe the latter.

“Sweetheart.” He breathes out, fighting to keep his composure. “I… I don’t want to compromise your virtue.”

“Don’t worry.” You feel bold and wink at him, pleased at the moan that escapes him. “Clara showed me what to do. Trust me.”

With a timid touch, you unbutton Tristan’s pants, feeling nervous. Clara had a thing for the butcher’s boy and confessed a week ago what they had done. She hadn’t been careful and had given her virginity to him, but she told of other things that had intrigued you. Things you could do with Tristan until your wedding day was finally here.

You look up at his flushed face, seeing how rapid his breathing is as his cock spring from his pants into the cold night air. He hisses at the cold, but he almost looses his footing when you wrap your hand around him.

“Love, you don’t have to do this.” He whispers through ragged breaths, and you know he speaks the truth. Had you walked away now, he wouldn’t be mad, but you want this. Want to feel his desire for you.

You’re nervous, your eyes settling on Tristan’s cock that’s just a few inches from your mouth. You let out a gush of air, trying to stifle your nervousness. Tristan gasps onto the wall behind him when he feels your breath on him.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing.” You say as you lick your lips, scooting closer.

“I’m sure I’ll like whatever you have in mind, my love.” Tristan blushes again, one of his hands cupping your cheeks softly.

You’re eager, remembering all that Clara has told you. Sticking your tongue out, you lick up the length of his cock. There’s no more hesitation and what you lack in skill, you make up for in enthusiasm. Above, you hear Tristan groan, doing his best to keep silent. Your mouth moves to the tip, taking him into your mouth. It’s sloppy, messy, and you fear its too wet. But all doubt evaporates when you look up at Tristan.

Mouth wide open as moan out your name, lost in the feeling of your mouth around him. Cheeks flushed as he pants, trying so hard not to buck into your mouth. He looks down at you, almost coming at the sight. His future wife, so innocent, now with your lips stretched around his cock, spit on your chin.

“Oh my God.” He moans again, his hand moving to hold your hair as you keep bopping up and down on his length. When you look up at Tristan, you can see how hard he’s fighting to keep his eyes open. His breathing becomes more ragged as you eagerly suck his cock, taking it deeper each time.

“I’m so close, sweetheart.” Tristan whimpers as you lick up his length one more time, your mouth closing around his hard cock as Tristan falls apart before you.

You swallow every drop he gives you, smiling to yourself as you hear him out of breath, endless praises for you falling from his lips. When he finally comes down from his high, he offers you a giant smile, still speechless.

“Was… Was that good enough, my love?” You ask with a coy smile as you stand. Tristan pulls you in for a passionate kiss before looking into your eyes.

“I need to buy Clara a gift it seems.” He chuckles, his cheeks a bright red. “Did… Did she mention if there’s any way I could do something similar for you? Perhaps?”

“She did actually.” You giggle before kissing Tristan again. You couldn’t wait for your wedding night, but this would certainly make the wait way more exciting.

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why-do-i-breath · 2 years

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Alrighty I've decided to write fanfiction on here because I've burnt out on Wattpad and people aren't giving me requests so here's the people I will write for and I'll write anything ( if it's smut it may be a while because I would need to research stuff on it )

Matt Murdock

Foggy Nelson

Benjamin Dex Poindexter

Frank castle

Michael kinsella

Tristan thorn

Owen sleater

Karen page

Bucky Barnes

Henry (eat locals)

Peter Parker ( fluff / angst only)

And if you request a character I will try and research them my best to write them

Please request I'm begging here

#frank castle x reader #owen sleater #michael kinsella #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #karen page #foggy nelson #tristan thorn #peter parker #benjamin poindexter #james wesley #bucky barnes

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cellophaine · 1 year

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Hello friends! I'm here with a little update – fics mostly.

In the month of November, I will upload fics responding to the requests I have in my ask box, which are:

Matt x vigilante!F!Reader, enemies to lovers.

Matt x Foggy's younger sister!Reader, featuring lots of flirting and a protective Foggy.

Matt x F!Reader smut, face riding.

Professor!Matt x student!Reader, fluff and a little slow-burn.

Matt and Reader's cat, headcanon.

To those who sent me these requests (if you're still here), I'm very sorry for taking so long to get to them. I have no excuse, but it is not my intention to make you wait so long.

I planned to have my Tristan Thorn mini-series out in November, but the writer's block hit really hard this time. It went on for most of October, and I'm only easing back into the cycle of planning and writing stuff in the past few days. I've been feeling so stressed lately with life and such, and I can't sleep.

So the Tristan Thron series will be out in December if my brain decides to go back to work like normal lol.

#finger crossed #i really want to get it done this year because it was on my resolution list for 2022 #cellophaine updates

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soridwritierlovesculture · 2 months

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CONTENTS-one shot, childhood friends to lovers, vampire x human (both over 18yrs of age), smut, mentions of blood

Helena stilled, the door closing behind her.

“Tristan? What are you…how did you get up here?”

“…The window was open.”

“You climbed up that tree again,” she said with a sigh, “honestly what is wrong with you? You realize it’s very late now right? What if the guards mistook you for a prowler or something?”

Tristan chuckled as he stepped further in and she removed her cloak to reveal her simple white night dress. Her copper hair was damp from her bath still, and Helena swatted his hand away when he reached out to let one of her curls coil around his finger.

“This is inappropriate Tristan Deritor.”

“I agree.”

“Then leave.”

“You know something Helena,” Tristan said as he pulled her down to sit beside him on her bed, “even when we were kids, you always had, such an interesting smell.”

Helena gritted her teeth and swatted at him again, but this time Tristan caught her by the wrist. His eyes gleamed red as he pressed the inside of her wrist to his lips, and when he took a deep breath Helena felt a chill run through her as a choked grunt sounded from his throat.

“You said you’d never drink.”

“No, I said I’d never lose myself in the drink. Both, however, seem to be quite impossible now.”

“At least tell me why.”

“Because I crave you more than anyone I’ve known, more than ever before. I dream of your copper hair and forest eyes, of the light dusting of specks all over your skin, of how warm you feel next to me. I wonder about your tenaciousness, your cutting and glib remarks, your thirst for adventure and romance, your fascination with things you could never hope to understand. And I thirst. I’ve been so terribly thirsty for so long, I can feel my blood burning within me, and it’s all for you.”

Tristan bit into the space on her wrist he’d kissed and wrapped an arm around her waist when she jolted to hold her in place. Helena whimpered as he drank from her, a trickle of blood escaping his lips and lazily rolling down her arm, and Tristan stopped sucking her wound to lick it up, dragging his tongue up it’s trail before licking over where his fangs had punctured her flesh. Helena tore her wrist from him and slapped him, hard, and Tristan let his head roll back before gazing down at her. That taste…he’d had it once, by accident, when they were young. She’d scrapped herself climbing through a rosebush while playing, and he’d ‘kissed them better’ for her while she held back tears and pulled the thorns from her arms.

“Your blood is of the finest quality, Helena Faizre, and your scent a beacon to those most unworthy of it.”

“I always told you to ask.”

Tristan stiffened as angry tears welled in the corner of her eyes.

“What?”

“I always said, ask and if I’m ready, I’ll help you get whatever you wanted. We’ve been friends forever, and you couldn’t just ask for a vial or something? You had to break into my room in the middle of the night on the eve of my late fathers funeral?”

“A vial,” Tristan said, his voice thick as it rumbled from his chest, “would not have been enough. I have wanted to consume you, all of you, for years. I thought if I did though, I’d make a mistake, one that would cost me you, and your father… Teacher has been my sobering rock since forever. I don’t have him anymore, but I do have you. And I want to do what I never could before, and keep you under my skin. Will you give me you if I but ask, Helena?”

“…For tonight.”

“…Helena.”

“You may have me for tonight, and then you will go away. Go away and stay out of my sight, until I feel like I can be near you again.”

Tristan almost said no. He almost apologized for his selfishness and left her then and there, he almost did the right thing. But then he swallowed, and the taste of her on his tongue was a vice on his mind.

“Yes,” he said, and Helena gasped as he pushed her back, climbed stop her, and ripped the top of her night dress in one fell swoop. The topmost buttons scattered as they popped clean off, and Tristan buried me hand in her hair and the other between her legs as he pulled her head to the side to expose her throat and bit down hard. The sound she made when his finger rubbed her entrance through her undergarments as he drank, the way her thighs tightened around him when he pressed his hips in and tugged on her hair, the warmth of her pussy on his fingers and hands on his arms and blood in his throat.

“Tristan,” she breathed out, and the groan from his throat was tortured and hungry. She felt so good, TASTED so, so good, and he released her neck to kiss her lips as he pushed her undergarments out of the way and slid a finger inside, swallowing the moan she let out and letting his fangs break the skin of her lip to drink from there too. It was warm and wet inside her, and so small for a moment he thought his finger would be squeezed off, and then he began moving it slowly, in and out, curling it slightly to find that sweet secret spot within her, and when he pressed it she buckled under him, her eyes wide breath short as she clamped a hand over her mouth to just barely stop the cry that welled up in her throat.

“Do it again, Helena. Let me see it one more time while I taste you.”

“Tristan. What-“

Helena swore she couldn’t breath as he moved down suddenly, his finger still inside her, and she whimpered when he slid another finger in slowly and bit the inside of her thigh. The sensation was maddening, but oh how she would cry if he stopped now. She could feel herself stretching over his fingers as they slowly picked up speed, and his breath on pussy as he drank from her was hot and unsteady. When he let go she hoped he wasn’t done, then regretted it when he spread her farther open and licked up the seam of her lower lips. There was a jolt, then Helena’s breath caught again as his tongue circled the bud under the top of seam, the one she’d toyed with on occasion but never had it felt like this. Her eyes rolled, her hips jutted against his face, and Tristan pushed another inside her, the stretch and onslaught of his tongue becoming unbearable. She knew not how she sounded, for her hearing seemed to have dulled considerably as the rising shock in her body took over her senses, and when he stopped licking her to press his thumb first in his mouth and then on the bud itself, Helena felt tears slip from her eyes as his fingers and thumb seemed to be pushing her farther than she thought possible. Tristan had moved back up her body this time to bite her tongue as it hung from her mouth, and when he kissed her again Helena cried out as something exploded with her, his fingers still pumping inside as she flailed amd jerked about under him. There were stars and spots in her vision, her body trembled and her skin was on fire, but she’d never felt more alive.

Tristan had kept one eye on the mirror not far from the bed to watch her climax, and he grunted and moaned as he felt her come apart, saw how her body moved, tasted the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her blood. Pulling his fingers out slowly as her body crumbled into the bed, still splayed it under him, Tristan brought them to his lips and sucked her juices off them, watching her breath settle and her nipples half relax. She was so soft, so warm, so wet… he brushed his fingertips over one of his bites and smirked when he felt her twitch.

“Are you greedy now, Helena? Do you now thirst for me as I do you? Greedy little Birdy, what should we do with you?

Her eyes weren’t quite focused but she did let out a breathy little chuckle, and Tristan was thirsty all over again.

“Birdy…you haven’t…called me that … in a long time.”

“No I haven’t. It felt wrong once I realized my feelings and thoughts had changed.”

“Mine… too.”

Tristan stilled, his eyes focused on a drop of blood that welled up on her lip.

“What?”

“I’ve wanted…you too. It…was wrong…but I wanted more.”

“Helena-“

“Give me more,” she said then, reaching out to him as he sat on his haunches between her legs. Her copper hair was a luscious curled stain on the sheets, her eyes were hooded and hungry, her breasts were swollen with need and her skin still had a light sheen from her sweat. She moved her hips again, just a little, and the heat of her pussy pressed against his hard on, the fabric of their clothes barely containing their arousal.

“Give your little Birdy more. I want to sing for you.”

Something snapped inside him, and Tristan stripped immediately and then tore the rest of her night dress in half, her undergarments along with them. Lifting her up so that she was straddling him, he held her as he used the cum leaking from his hard on to moisten himself as he kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, her neck, her jaw.

“Tristen.”

“Sshh Birdy, just a little more.”

Tristan felt her grip his hair and tug, and when he put his head back she kissed him, deeply, the moan on her lips coming from deep in her chest. He moved her over his cock and teased her pussy with the head of his cock, pushing in not too far and letting it pop back out. She whined each time, the kiss turning desperate, and when she nipped his lips Tristan laughed and pushed in more, slowly, gritting his teeth as he did because fuck she was so tight. He needed to focus, to make sure she didn’t hurt too much, but she was so hot on his cock and in his hands and the thirst was worse somehow now, and so Tristan broke the kiss to simultaneously bite into her breast and push her down fully onto him. He clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the yelp she let out as he bit harder into her breast to control his own sound, and for the smallest moment they were simply there, her pained but full, him agonized but ecstatic. Then Tristan moved her legs around so she had a better sitting position and Helena hugged around his shoulders as he released her breast to drink from another part of her neck, and then he began to move. Helena felt lightheaded somehow and at first there was a burn inside from when he’d pushed all the way inside her, but now she just felt bliss. He was so deep inside her, deeper than she’d thought possible, and she could swear her hair was tingling with each long, slow thrust. His hands roamed her back, traveling to get lost in her hair, to glide up and down her spine and circle the small of her back, to squeeze and spread the cheeks of her ass, and that building shock from when he’d toyed with her resurfaced the longer they went.

Tristan savored each thrust as he drank, growing delirious on the high but trying so hard to keep his attention on her. He thought if he died buried inside her it would be without regrets, and he wanted to memorize every thing about each second as he moved. He wanted to be deeper, to permiate her very being, to own it, to hold it forever, so he could feel this for eternity. Take it, a little voice inside him said, and Tristen moved them so that she was on her stomach and he was behind her, half laying on her back as he bit into the back of her neck. His pace quickened as he buried his cock inside her again and again, his balls slapping against her ass, her blood coating his throat and spilling from his mouth, and when they climaxed together they both cried out and collapsed, Tristan letting himself drain into her as they both twitched and moaned from the ecstasy they’d shared. When he did pull himself from her, Tristan watched the blood from her ruined purity mix with his seed a moment before using a clean bit of the sheets to wipe her up, and the two of them curled up into each other and slept.

In the morning, when Helena awoke naked and alone, she looked out her open window just as a bird flew in with a paper tied to itself.

It read, ‘I will always be near you, Birdy. I refuse to be anywhere else.”

#vampire #smut #childhood friends to lovers #medeival #tw blood #oneshot

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demona-andariel · 9 months

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Tristan's Hawk - 2 / ??

Fandom: King Arthur (2004)

Pairing: Tristan x OFC

Summary: They were enemies, fated to kill each other. Yet a curse ends up binding her to him. Hawk by day, woman by night. She needs to find a way to break the curse and return home before he realizes just how much control he really has. Unfortunately, all too quickly, things become a lot more complicated when the heart is thrown into the mix.

Warnings: Nothing to bad. Possible eventual smut, undecided. I would say canon typical violence.

Word Count: 3,416

Chapter 2 - The Knight

It was drizzling. The pattering of the rain on the leaves seemed to be the only noise coming from the forest. The sudden shift in cool weather had sent most living things to seek shelter. For now at least. Meanwhile, on the road came the sounds of horses and people walking.

Tristan kept a sharp eye out, watching the forest. He was antsy. He had been since they started their journey in the morning. They were helping a small group of Roman soldiers escort some Woad prisoners to the Wall. It was a silly and an unnecessary task, in Tristan's opinion.

The Woads had always been a particular thorn in the Roman's side. Over the last couple of years they'd gotten bolder, their attacks more frequent. The Roman Empire's slow withdrawal from Britannia had not gone unnoticed. But Rome wasn't completely gone, and when her citizens called for help Arthur was obligated to assist them.

Tristan eyed the seven prisoners who walked in nearly straight line, their hands tied in front of them: Four men and three women. There was a time when all seven of them would have been made an example of to try and deter the Woads. Not that that had ever helped.

Most likely two if not three of the men would be killed. The seven had been part of a group that had attacked and stolen Roman supplies headed towards an important family further up north. Someone had to be punished.

Tristan scrutinized the group of prisoners. Woad attacks were not unusual. But it was unfortunate that their impatience of Rome's slow withdrawal from Britannia was causing them to lose more of their people. They were causing more damage to themselves than to the Romans. The Romans were starting to send their captives further south, further away from their home. Much to Arthur's frustration. He didn't like the idea of slaves. But, in some matters, his hands were tied.

Fortunately, that wasn't Tristan's problem. Britannia was soon going to be a footnote in his life. His day of freedom was drawing nearer and nearer. In fact, all the Sarmatian knights were about to be free. It was strange, actually thinking about freedom. It was an unspoken topic, a future that none of the Sarmatian knights expected to reach. Their numbers had slowly whittled away as the years passed. They mainly met their end in battle, although a few had died due to injury or sickness. It was death on the battlefield that Tristan expected to go. But now he and the remaining five knights commanded by Arthur were on the verge of being free.

He liked Arthur. He liked his fellow knights. He'd die for them if he had to. But, the moment he had his freedom papers in his hands he was going to leave them. Leave the island behind. Where he would go he was unsure. Home seemed like a nice idea, however, he wasn't quite sure he wanted to return.

Tristan's skin prickled and he focused his attention back to the forest. Distractions get you killed, he chastised himself. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. It had been a while since they were sent north of the Wall. Been a while since they'd done any real fighting. Just because they were a big group, didn't mean Woads would be smart enough to leave them alone.

He scanned the forest again. But there was no movement, no sign of life or that they were being watched. And yet, he felt it.

"Relax," Lancelot said as he pulled up alongside Tristan. "No one's about to attack us. We're too heavily armed."

Bors snorted. "Since when have the Woads been deterred by numbers?"

Tristan glanced at Lancelot, before returning his attention to their surroundings. He was the scout of their group. Always had been. But today, the Roman centurion who was in charge of the operation wanted the knights present and seen. He figured that the Woads wouldn't be so idiotic as to attack a large group of armed men, just to rescue seven prisoners. With twelve Roman soldiers and three Sarmatian knights, it would be a bloodbath to be sure. Tristan would have felt more comfortable if their whole group was present. But Arthur had to split them up, going with the other knights to a village further south that was having troubles of their own.

One of the Roman soldiers moved his horse closer to the prisoners, causing the two older women to press closer to the third. The Roman said something. Whatever it was only the women and his friend behind him seemed to hear as the women huddled closer and his friend behind him chuckled. The woman in the middle of the two glanced up at the Roman soldier. She didn't say anything.

Tristan frowned. He hadn't really examined the prisoners. There was no need. He wasn't going to get to know them. He was just there to help escort them to the Wall.

The woman in the middle looked away, focusing on the road in front of her. The Roman soldier said something else and laughed. Pulling the reins of his horse he bumped one of the women, nearly knocking her off balance.

"Felix! Enough."

"Yes, Centurion," Felix stated.

Curiosity got the better of him. Giving his horse a light kick, Tristan drew close enough to examine the prisoners. They didn't seem like warriors. The men were older and seemed a little too frail. In fact. Tristan schooled his face back to a more neutral look to not show his concern. Of the seven prisoners, six were roughly the same age, all far older than Tristan or any of the knights for that matter. It was the one woman who was different in age, far younger.

Tristan urged his horse closer to get a better look at her. One of the older females noticed him get closer and immediately moved to the youngest one as if to protect her from view. His insides started to burn with annoyance. She couldn't be more than eighteen years of age. Were the Woads so desperate they had started throwing their old and young at the Romans?

She slowly looked up at the sky, before shifting her gaze to him. She was angry. Not that he blamed her. She returned her focus to the road in front of her.

"Is everything alright?" Lancelot's voice was soft enough for only Tristan to hear.

Tristan nodded his head and pulled back on the reins of his horse. Arthur didn't need his help to state the obvious, but he'd still make sure to point her out. Something felt off.

Tristan flashed another glance at Lancelot, locking eyes with him before glancing at the Roman soldier named Felix who had his focus on the young woman. Lancelot didn't say a word or acknowledge what Tristan was trying to silently tell him.

The knight casually maneuvered his horse to the other side of the group and positioned himself by the two.

"Noticed it too," Bors grumbled softly. "Let's hope they don't try nothin' these next two days."

Tristan gave a slight nod. Two days was a long time. And their pace was slow. Although the Romans were all mounted, their prisoners were on foot. Unfortunately, for her, the knights could only do so much. They would do their best to make sure no harm came to her, but they were still bound to Rome. Which meant that if the Roman centurion told them to look the other way, they'd have to. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.

A hawk cried out overhead. The young woman glanced up for a moment yet again, then back down. She turned her head slightly to one side and muttered something to the woman beside her.

The path narrowed as the forest closed in on them. Lancelot managed to position himself next to the young woman as the mounted Romans were forced into a closer, longer group. No longer able to ride two on each side.

Tristan's skin prickled again as his senses kicked into high alert. He didn't have time to shout out an alarm. An arrow flew out from the forest, hitting one of the Roman soldiers in the leg, making him scream. And then all hell broke loose.

A group of Woads came rushing out of the forest, screaming a battle cry as they ran towards the escort group. They had picked the perfect spot. The forest was closed in enough to make it difficult for the group to maneuver their horses into position. But it could prove to be deadly for the prisoners, stuck between heavy horses.

Tristan immediately started firing his arrows at their attackers. His mind went blank and his body cooled. No questions, no thinking, just attack and kill. His life and the lives of his friends were at stack. Bors let out a shout as he made his way towards Lancelot.

Two Romans screamed as they were dragged off their horses. Tristan turned his attention towards them. One was already dead before he hit the ground. The horses reared, causing more chaos.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the young woman as she made a mad dash towards the forest. Not his problem.

The Roman centurion's horse screamed as it reared up in surprise. A big black dog barked and lunged at the beast, successfully dodging its hooves as the centurion tried to get it under control. Two Woads took advantage of the man's distraction and brought him down.

Tristan shot one of them in the back. He cried out and the dog moved, locking eyes with him. Its hackles rose and lips curled revealing sharp canine teeth.

Sorry, pup, he thought as he nocked an arrow and let it loose. He rather liked animals. It wasn't their fault that they fought for their owners. The dog moved and his arrow missed. He nocked another, firing at the creature. It narrowly avoided the hooves of another horse as it dodged Tristan's arrow yet again.

Tristan nocked an arrow and waited for the right moment as the animal dodged through the melee, clearly aiming its sights on him. Tristan spotted an opening in the path the animal was taking to get to him. He drew back the string of his bow and took in a deep breath.

At the last second, the dog switched its direction and took off into the forest. Somehow, through the fighting, Tristan heard the faint screams of a woman. The female prisoner.

Not my problem.

Tristan spotted Bors and Lancelot. The two men were off their mounts and easily holding their own. Lancelot fought a young man while Bors was holding two other Woads off. Out of the corner of his eye, Tristan spotted two Woads flee back into the forest. As quickly as the fight started, it was drawing to a close. He quickly scanned the apparent dead. Felix fought next to the centurion, but his friend was nowhere in sight.

Not my problem.

Jumping off his horse, Tristan rushed into the forest. He was no savior. But he hated when the Romans were cruel to women and children. Besides, the forest was a dangerous place.

Tristan moved quickly but quietly in the direction he'd heard the scream. It didn't take him long to find her. She sat on her knees, part of her dress was ripped and on the ground, just a little bit in front of her was the Roman soldier. The black dog had its jaws on the man's neck as it growled and tugged at the body. The Roman's eyes were staring off into nothing.

Good pup, Tristan thought to himself. He started to take a step back then froze. His eyes widened in surprise. It wasn't a dog. It was a wolf.

The beast snarled, releasing the dead Roman's neck. It stared at the young woman and started to walk towards her. Its snout was covered in blood. It licked its lips, revealing bloody teeth. His thoughts that it was friendly towards her immediately evaporated. She was in trouble.

He nocked an arrow and drew the string back, taking a step forward. A twig snapped, causing the young woman to twirl.

"Rina!" she screamed.

A sharp pain hit his hand, forcing the arrow to fly but he completely missed his shot. The young woman had thrown a rock at him.

He gave her a surprised look, although he should have expected her to protect the beast. Didn't she see it was about to attack her? He realized his error a little too late. By taking his eyes off the wolf he barely had time to move as it lunged at him.

Its jaws managed to clamp onto his left arm and it swung its body, spinning him to the ground. He landed on his knees, inwardly crying out as pain shot up from his kneecaps.

The beast's jaws pressed harder onto his arm. The thick leather of his armor helped shield his skin from being punctured, but not from being bruised. It growled in frustration, shaking him furiously as he struggled to get free.

He landed a hard punch onto the beast's shoulder, making it cry out, but it let go of him. It recovered before he could, lunging at him yet again, dropping him onto his back. He barely managed to get his right hand under its neck. It clawed at him, its eyes and focus were on his neck to kill him. He was in a better position though. He grabbed the knife from his left boot and quickly stabbed the beast's right shoulder.

It let out an almost human-like cry but released him. He rolled onto his feet and reached to unsheathe his sword.

"Nola, run!" a woman commanded.

His fingers wrapped around the blade's handle and he started to pull. He froze. The cool steel of his knife pressed across his throat. This was it? He partially closed his eyes. It was his time apparently. He gave a silent prayer out to his gods, hoping they'd still accept him to whatever afterlife there was after all he'd done.

His attacker hesitated a second too long.

Tristan turned, grabbing their wrist at the same time, wincing slightly as the blade cut into his flesh. He clamped his hand on the woman's throat and slammed her onto the ground, twisting her arm, forcing her to drop the knife.

A woman? He clamped his hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming, partially straddling her. His knee pressed against her sternum.

"Silence," he commanded, while he prepared for another attack.

Where was it? He quickly searched around for the wolf, but it and the female prisoner were both gone. This new woman's hesitance to kill him would have cost her her life once.

She shouldn't have been able to. Where she got the strength from, he had no idea. But, she somehow managed to kick his legs out from under him, forcing him onto his back on the ground. Before he could react she quickly straddled him.

He froze. The tip of his knife pressed against his throat again as she leaned in. Any move and she'd kill him. Her right hand pushed against his chest. His right hand gripped onto his hidden knife. She'd die too though. And yet, she hesitated again.

"Don't," she growled as he prepared to make his next move. Blood covered her mouth. Most likely a statement. A means to make him fear her.

"Your hesitance will cost you your life," he stated. She had to know that, but still, she didn't kill him. He kept his eyes focused on her face. She wasn't wearing any clothes. It wasn't unusual to see naked Woads rushing at them in battle. But he hadn't seen a woman yet. She was young, maybe a couple of years older than the prisoner, but not by much.

Her face twitched into a frown as she examined him. Her eyes moved frantically. She wasn't going to do it. She wasn't going to kill him. He tensed his muscles, preparing to gain the upper hand again. She read him well, pressing his knife closer to his skin, nicking it.

"Don't," she whispered again. One wrong move and he'd cut his throat with his own knife. Lifting her right arm, she winced, but still reached out and brushed her fingers along his cheek.

Red caught his attention and he glanced at her arm for a moment. Blood trailed down it. She was wounded. But it wasn't a wound he'd given her. And he hadn't seen her with the attacking Woads. He would have definitely remembered.

"A life," she muttered. She quickly rolled off him.

He rolled onto his knees and away from her. He pulled out his sword, ready to fight.

"Next time, Roman," she snarled, keeping her body low, gripping his knife, prepared for an attack. Her long hair did its best to cover her up. "You will not be so lucky."

Did she not realize she was the lucky one? If she killed him, he would have killed her before his dying breath.

"Tristan!" Bors called out, distracting him.

He shouldn't have, normally he wouldn't have looked away from his enemy. But he did for a moment. That was all she needed. He looked back at where she'd been but she was gone. The rustling of leaves was all he heard. And then, not too far in the distance, he heard the wolf running away.

"Tristan? Tristan?!" Bors shouted as he drew closer. "Trist- Oy' didn't you hear me shouting your name back there?" he demanded the moment he spotted his fellow knight. "Ah. Umm… did ya?" He nodded toward the Roman soldier.

Tristan shook his head. "It was the dog," he stated. He looked away for a moment and frowned. A dog? A wolf. Why did he lie?

"Well, I don't see its body. Did ya kill it?"

"It ran off," Tristan said as he searched the ground for his knife. She'd apparently taken it with her. He let out a sigh. That was his favorite knife, too.

"I think you're getting soft on us," Bors teased. "Letting a dog go? Not quite like you."

Tristan didn't answer as the two walked back toward the group. Soft? He was getting soft. There was a time he would have easily killed the wolf and the woman. There was a time he didn't let his mind wander and distract him when his life was on the line.

He forced his thoughts and his mind to focus on the present. The Woads were gone for now, and most likely wouldn't return. However, he couldn't lower his guard. Not again. He would contemplate what had happened when he was safe back at the Wall.

His arm throbbed, causing him to pull up his sleeve to look at it. The wolf's teeth had left a shallow puncture wound. Nothing too bad. But his arm would be bruised for a few days. Not impossible to fight with though.

Walking out of the forest, Tristan surveyed the aftermath of the battle. He shook his head. Of the seven prisoners, only three had managed to escape. The young woman and two men. The other four had been killed as well as six of the attacking Woads. They lost more of their numbers than they gained. Foolish. But the Romans had lost as well. Six. He paused and glanced behind him. Seven. Seven of the twelve Roman soldiers were dead. Two seemed severe but not life-threatening injuries if they made it back to the Wall quickly. The rest of them were hurt but to a far lesser extent.

Two of the Roman soldiers were already picking up their dead comrades, moving them to one side while pushing the dead Woads out of the way.

"Tristan! Bors," Lancelot called out as he rode over to them. He had a cut on his cheek and blood dripped from his arm. "The centurion wants to see if we can find some of the horses that were scared off."

Tristan nodded as he mounted his horse. It would be easier to transport the bodies to a more secure location before cremating them. At least, with no more prisoners, their journey back to the Wall would be faster. Although, at the same time. Two soldiers were badly injured and that would slow down their progress.

Tristan glanced at the forest, bringing his guard back up. He felt like a fool. He had gotten sloppy, distracted. His attention was too focused on his upcoming freedom. A naked woman had gotten the upper hand and nearly ended his life.

He wasn't going to let that happen again

Yes, he thought to himself as he went off in search of the runaway horses. If we meet again, you will not be so lucky.

Chapter 3 - The Gifted

#king arthur 2004 #tristan x oc #king arthur 2004 fanfiction #fanfiction

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thatjubilant-nixie · 2 years

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That Chain of Yours Pt. 1

Pairing(s): Sub!Tristan Thorn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You decide to make use of that chain of Tristan’s.

Word Count: 372

Warning(s): NSFW 18+, sub/dom dynamics, sub!tristan, pet names, oral (f receiving), facesitting, bondage (his wrists are tied), hints of handjob

A/N: This, my friends, will be a two parter.

"That's a good boy. Just like that. You love sucking my pussy like that, don't you?" The boy below you whimpered. The harder you pressed down onto his soft tongue, the more his desire grew to please you. It was enticing. The way his plush lips latched onto your engorged clit, the way it made your thighs tremble around his head, the way his moans and whimpers would cause vibrations. It was almost too much.

Tristan's wrists struggled against the enchanted chain that tied him to the headboard of your shared bed. His hair clung to his sweat coated forehead. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration. The sight alone made your heart throb. Bright, hazel eyes watched your every move. The way your breasts rose and fell, the way your hair swayed with your rhythm. His cock throbbed simply from the taste of you. He licked at your opening like a starved man.

“Ah- shit. That’s enough, sweetie.” He popped off your clit with a disagreeing whine. You chuckled as you climbed down his body, resting between his soft thighs. You took a moment to take in the view. It was a sight for sore eyes. His face flushed and shiny from your juices, lips plumped from sucking, hairy chest heaving from want, cock twitching from need. Precum dribbled onto his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight.

“Someone’s excited.” You let out a laugh. Tristan huffed. “This isn’t funny. I need you. This is so unfair. If it weren’t for this bloody-“ You cut him off with a look of disapproval. “Never mind. I do need you though. Please.” His eyes softened. A slight whine twanged in his tone. Giving him a pat on the thigh, you lowered your head. You kissed his stomach, nipping along his happy trail, stopping right before you touched his member.

“Hmm. I do suppose that I have been teasing you for quite some time, isn’t that right?” You licked your lips. You could feel desire fueling your veins. Without any warning, you gripped the base of his hardened shaft. He yelped out of surprise, tugging on the silver rope. You tsked, “I am very grateful for that chain of yours. Go ahead, baby. Fuck my hand.”

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#tristan thorn #Tristan Thorn #tristan thorn smut #Tristan Thorn Smut #stardust #Stardust #stardust smut #Stardust Smut #stardust movie #Stardust Movie

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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“if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i'd say yes.“ “what about today?“ tristan🥺

𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 ⎹ 𝓣.𝓣.

fandom stardust / charlie cox masterlist

featuring prince!tristan thorn x sky pirate!reader ( f, nicknamed minx )

rating sfw, but none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning brief mention of smut ( nothing descriptive ), subtle implications of inadequacy/worthlessness ( her ), tristan is a soft simp, love at first… night stand?

summary if he doesn’t tell you now, he’ll never get another chance

word count 1.7k / mini musing

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed. this was supposed to be a drabble but I’m rambly.

his heart is pounding like the waves battering the hull of the ship that remains tethered to the dock for now, his chest heaving as he gulps breath after burning breath.

reaching the docks before the ship departed had been no easy task, both steed and he were worn down to the point of a practical crawl by the time he stumbles on to the pier.

“Where is she?” Tristan begs, choking on his own words and weaving through heathens, “Has she already boarded?! Minx, please, I’m looking for Minx! Is she on the ship already?”

one particularly burly buccaneer scoffs and clamps a hefty mitt on Tristan’s broad shoulder, leaning over it. “I suppose you’d be the reason for that sour look she’s worn all morning.”

“Beg your pardon?” Tristan frowns, angling his countenance towards the mountain of a pirate, “Is she upset with me?“

“Not quite,” he murmurs and points a meaty forefinger towards you, fastening a wheellock in a leather holster around your thigh. your eyes were turned down, hidden partially by the dark brim of your hat, but there was no denying the look of displeasure on your features, “seems like you made an impression. Lookin’ like she doesn’t want to leave, innit? Funny, ‘cause she don’t really go for royalty.”

for a moment, Tristan smiles. the possibility that you didn’t want to leave as much as he didn’t want to see you go warmed him from the inside, but only for a moment, until he traced your countenance with his hazel gems.

you seemed torn— because, regardless of your reluctance, you were still cutting the tethers, readying yourself to board.

he pats the pirate’s hand as he pries it from his shoulder, trying not to wince at the grip and the sting it left. “Thank you, my friend.” then, once more he’s in pursuit of you, ducking under barrels of payment, gold and the like, being lugged by pairs of swashbucklers at a time, and when he reaches you, he bites down on his lip, an involuntary grin spreading across his lips. “Hi—“

incredulous to see the prince standing before you, you take a step back. “Prince Tristan, what—“

“Am I doing here?” he finishes, sucking in a heavy breath. a faint glimmer of disapproval crosses his expression at your formality, so he steps closer. “You didn’t even wake me to tell me goodbye.”

sheepishness comes over you, and you tuck your chin closer to your chest, looking towards your scuffed-up boots. “What was there to say?” you ask within a scoff, “You knew that I only had one night in Stormhold.” you turn away, kneeling down at the post to unloop the heavy rope and toss it into the water for the crew already on the vessel to haul up slow.

Tristan exhales, exasperated, “What was there to say?” he repeats, but he steps closer to you, squatting down to stay eye level with you, “I have something.” his hand flees to catch your face and turn it towards him, the pad of his thumb rubbing against your chin in slow semi circles. then, with such a conviction you’ve never heard, he fixes his kissable lips to say, “I love you.”

for a moment, the declaration stuns you, as if you’ve been struck by lighting. “What did you just say?” you whisper, staring into those hazel oceans until you felt your heart being swept away from your own possession. “You— you can’t.”

“Why not?” he demands, indignant. “Because I do.”

“Because—!” you huff, standing up and swatting his hand away, “because you just can’t. It was a good night, can’t we leave it at that? We don’t have to complicate it.”

“That’s not what you really want.”

he was persistent, and it’s annoying, but he’s also right, which was even more annoying. you sheathe the blade on your hip and spin on your heels to head towards the gangway. you knew he was following close behind, so you call over the deafening crash of the waves over your shoulder. “It doesn’t make any sense, because you’re you and I’m me. And I’m not… a princess. I have nothing to offer you or your kingdom.” you sigh, soft, when you feel his hand grab yours. your feet plant themselves halfway across the gangway, his feet halted at the landing on the pier. “Tristan—“ you pause, looking just below his chin. your eyes zero in on the royal crest on the breast of his ivory coat, because you were certain you would give in if you were to look into his eyes. “I can’t stay in Stormhold with you. I belong to the sky.”

and then he calls your name. not Minx, what everyone called you, he calls your name. the one he whispered under his heavy breath the night before, and you go rigid. “I’m not asking you to stay here, I don’t want to cage you. I’m begging you to simply… take my love with you. And come back to me when you are able.”

whatever vice grip this prince had on your heart, you wished desperately that he would release it, because you were on the cusp of breaking. right at the precipice of flinging yourself into his arms. his hand squeezes yours, and your eyes flicker about the crowd that had gathered at the shore, watching their prince grovel for you.

“You’re a sweet boy, Tristan,” you smile, sadly, when you hear Minx being shouted from the ship. you had to go, and his pleading gaze was making it hard to break the contact. “But you’re young, and somewhere, there’s a virtuous princess waiting for you. You deserve much more than waiting for me. So please, don’t.” and with that, you feel his grip loosen. you take advantage of his hand slipping through yours to turn and sprint on to the ship, for watching his heart break any longer would’ve destroyed your willpower.

your crew mates are waiting for you, and pull the gangway up once you’re safely on board.

“You should tell the kid how you feel.” the captain quirks a brow, coming to stand behind you as you grip the ledge and chew on your bottom lip.

“And what good would that do?”

the captain hollers orders, pull the anchor and prepare to set sail, but the vessel was already cutting through waves, drifting in the opposite direction of Prince Tristan and his Stormhold. and then he chuckles, shrugging, and juts his bearded chin towards the pier you were sailing away from. “What could it hurt, really? Besides, if you don’t, you might not get another chance.”

your brows knit together, but you know he’s right. you’re nervous, even with the ocean between you, and your shaking fingers grip the side of the ship; you lean over it, calling for him suddenly. “Tristan!” when the prince perks up and blocks the sun from his eyes with his hand, you feel your heart rate pick up. “If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I would’ve said yes!”

for a moment, you’re unsure if he heard you, because his expression screws into something unreadable. it was okay with you if he hadn’t heard, because at least you’d said it. at least you’d been honest.

“You did it, kiddo.” the captain smiles down at you, “And you’ll live freer ‘cause of it.”

and so you exhale as you turn away from the kingdom of Stormhold, a definitive end. closure. had you wanted it? no, but that didn’t matter.

not until you heard the villagers cheering.

spinning around, you catch a glimpse of Tristan peeling out of his coat, leaving it a pile of creamy velvet on the edge of the pier, before he dives into the water.

“Tristan!”

but he comes up, much to your relief, sputtering with his arms cutting through the violent waves, propelling him towards the ship. and you’re all but hanging over the side of the ship, hollering at your crew mates to pull him up.

one, the burly pirate that seemed fond of him, ties off the end of the rope to the mast whilst you and two more buccaneers haul the slack to the edge and toss it overboard. it seems just enough for Tristan, bobbing in the salty storm, to grab on to. when the three of you pull, Tristan braces his boots against the wall of the ship and scales it, until he’s close enough that you can grasp his shirt collar and yank him on deck with you.

he’s soaking wet, choking on the sea, and reeks of saline.

“Are you mad?!”

“What about today?”

“What?”

he sucks in breath after breath, but takes you by the waist and pulls you to him. he’s freezing compared to the warmth you remember the night before, and his tendrils are soaked, dripping seawater on to his forehead and cheeks. you wipe every glistening diamond that you see away, staring at him in confusion.

“Would you marry me today? Right now?”

you can only gape, speechless with your eyes wide.

he laughs, that damn killer smile of his flashing pearly white teeth and making it impossible not to mimic, before he uses a palm to push his wet hair back away from his face. “Minx, if you meant what you said, then marry me today.”

“But… what about Stormhold? Your people?”

“I’m not king, yet.” he grins, cheeky, before cradling your face in his hand. unable to help yourself, you nuzzle into the embrace, staring up at him, “Stormhold can wait for our return.”

your brows, which had seemed permanently furrowed, raise in surprise. “Our return?”

Tristan nods, dipping his head to rest his forehead against yours. “You didn’t want me waiting for you, so I’m coming with you. I’m following you to the edge of the world if that’s where you’re going.”

your eyelids flutter, and for a moment you’re unsure if this is a beautiful dream about to end. were you still asleep, naked in the prince’s bed? would you wake to find the torment of departure still imminent?

or was this real?

“Okay,” you whisper, both of your hands gripping the damp collar of his shirt, “I’ll marry you. Today. Right now.”

#tristan thorn #Tristan thorn x reader #Tristan thorn x you #Tristan thorn imagine #stardust #stardust 2007 #Charlie cox #charlie cox x you #charlie cox x reader #charlie cox imagine #i know tags aren’t really working but still

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murdocksluvrr · 2 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

— tristan thorn x afab!reader

cw: mostly fluff, gets slightly heated + alludes to sex, sub!tristan if you squint, use of pet names

prompt used from @nightprompts : “ my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own ”

— slightly nsfw [ 18+ ]

note: this is my first tristan fic !! i kinda got lazy with the ending jfldkfj it could’ve extended into a full smut scene but…oh well. maybe next time ;) enjoy <33

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you observed the dark, vast sky painted with twinkling specks. your chest swells with contentment as tristan lays by your side, his fingers intertwined with yours. a warm breeze washes over the both of you, and your eyes shut as if the hand of the wind softly closed your eyelids for you.

the light graze of tristan’s thumb circling on your hand brings you back to the moment, and your head turns to his direction. your eyes bask in the angelic sight of him, his side profile so intricately detailed with perfection. a knowing smile adorns his lips as he turns to face you, his eyes staring back at you with so much love, it’s like the constellations themselves transported into his pupils.

“you’re meant to be staring at the sky, my love, not me,” he laughs. the hand intertwined with yours now cups your cheek, his thumb once again stroking your skin.

“can’t help myself. you’re too pretty, mr. thorn.”

he laughs again at this, a sound so enchanting you start to believe he belongs in the sky alongside the other stars. a blush creeps onto your cheeks, tristan holding eye contact with you. it feels as though he can see right into the depths of your soul where your upmost desires and secrets lay. unbeknownst to him, your strongest desire is to kiss him; to feel his soft lips on yours…to feel your tongues dancing sweetly together.

any modicum of self control you had diminishes when your eyes dart to his mouth, the hunger for a taste of him growing quickly. tristan inches his face forward, seeming to want the same thing you do. your heart pounds from the inside of your chest, your breath becoming shallow with anticipation and nervousness. tristan’s trepidation doesn’t go unnoticed, either, as the hand still on your cheek becomes damp with sweat.

a breath gets caught in your throat when his mouth finally connects with yours, his velvety soft lips so perfectly made to mold against you. tristan lets out a low moan, the sound swallowed whole and lost in the passionate kiss. his hands roam all over your body, any inch of you they can manage to reach. all too soon, the both of you pull back to catch your breath. your eyes flutter shut as you come down from your high, a buzz flowing through you so intense it resembles that of an electric current.

“i’ve tasted you many times before and yet…i still feel like a nervous wreck every time,” tristan confesses, his forehead resting on yours. just when you think he’s finished, he continues. “my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own.”

you can’t find the words to express how you feel for him in the moment, so you settle on showing him instead. your lips crash back onto his, your tongue immediately slipping it’s way into his mouth. the passion just as fiery as before, he’s tugging you onto him and suddenly you’re straddling his waist. his hands outline the curve of your body, sliding their way up to your boobs. a moan escapes your lips when he squeezes them both, massaging them with hunger.

“tristan-“ you pant, “let’s continue this at home, baby.”

he lowers his kisses down to your neck, ignoring your words. your gaze falls onto the sky as tristan is sucking your sensitive skin, and soon your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as he nips on the perfect spot. his hips begin to rut against you, his cock clearly searching for some relief. a heat spreads through your core, and you realize you’re grinding against him, too. your hand finds it’s way to the nape of his neck and you tug at his hair, pulling his head away from you.

“don’t make me repeat myself, tristan.” you forcefully tug his soft locks once more, earning a loud groan from the flustered boy underneath you. not wanting to waste any time, you quickly stand up and gather your things, tristan following suit short after.

the ride home is a blur in your mind, clouded with the vast range of emotions you’d endured through the night. what started off as a sweet, innocent stargazing date quickly turned into a lust-filled exchange of passionate kisses and a desperate need to be one with each other, and tristan thorn knew exactly how to please you.

tagging some people who might be interested: @cellophaine @mindidjarin @star-spangled-man @matt-erialgirl @foggywells @softlikesilkchiffon @sobachka-korol @burnthoneymint @dropsofprecipitation @murrdxcks

#kay writes #tristan thorn #tristan thorn imagine #tristan thorn fic #tristan thorn x reader #stardust #tristan thorn masterlist

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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CHARLIE COX CHARACTERS | COLLECTION

* i do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, reposted or translated (without my knowledge)

TV SHOWS & MOVIES MASTERLIST

Characters Listed A - Z

Here you'll find all of my fics of the characters portrayed by Charlie Cox <3

🔮 personal favorite || ☔️ smut || 🤧 angst || 🧁 fluff || 🩸 dark content

MATT MURDOCK.

ONESHOTS.

Limerence - Matt Murdock x fem!reader 🩸🤧☔️🔮

“He could hear things happening a mile away, smell the hint of gunpowder before any shot was taken, you couldn’t run from him. Not as long as you lived in Hell’s Kitchen.”

If by chance - Matt murdock x fem!reader 🔮☔️

“you’ve been listening to him for months and one day, you finally meet him in person.”

Two Birds - Matt Murdock x fem!reader 🧁

“when you see a blind man head into an alleyway, you chase after him, assuming he’s lost. How were you supposed to know he would begin to climb up the building like a freaking goat?”

According to you- Matt Murdock x fem!reader 🔮☔️🤧

When you’re distraught by the things your boyfriend keeps on telling you, Matt, sensing your mood shift, offers you a shoulder to lean on and invites you over. When you finally open up to him and tell him what’s been happening, he’s furious. So he takes it upon himself to convince you that everything your “boyfriend” says is utter bullshit.

DRABBLES.

Untitled - Matt Murdock x fem!reader ☔️🔮

❝did i say you could speed up? fuck me slowly like a good [chosen term] or i’ll make you stop completely.❞

Untitled 2 - Matt Murdock x fem!reader ☔️

❝ sit still at my feet and be a good [chosen term] until i’m finished working. if you make a noise without permission or move before i say so, i will add more time. do you understand? ❞

Midnight Love - Matt Murdock x gn!reader 🤧

❝ i don’t think i’m the best person for you, i don’t. but i do know i’m the one that can keep you safe ❞

No Romeo - Matt Murdock x fem!reader 🤧

matt leaves you for electra.

MICHAEL KINSELLA.

DRABBLES.

Untitled - Michael Kinsella x fem!reader ☔️🔮

❝ come here. sit in my lap and tell me what you want, [chosen term for sub]❞

Ends of the Earth - Michael Kinsella x gn!reader 🧁

You know what’s happening but you can't stop it.

The world begins to shift around you, the walls of your shared apartment with Michael swirling, something is squeezing your heart as it painfully beats in your chest and your chest heaves. You stagger forward as you try to reach the couch but you can’t feel your legs nor your arms.

Moments - Michael Kinsella x fem!reader 🧁

michael kinsella taking reader out on a dinner date

OWEN SLEATER.

DRABBLES.

Painkillers - Owen Sleater x fem!reader ☔️🔮

"Owen has you laying on your stomach, your ass raised and his hand pressing down against the small of your back. It hurts, it hurts but it feels so good."

Pleaser - Owen Sleater x gn!reader 🧁

"Owen’s fingers graze upon the frame of your body. A subtle shiver runs up your spine as his lips find the crook of your neck, decorating your skin with soft, open mouthed kisses. You love this. Just laying with him, feeling each other’s presence, away from the chaos that lurks outside. He feels the goosebumps on your skin, humming as his hands travel down to your stomach. "

Fashion Drunk - Owen Sleater x fem!reader 🧁

"You flinch at first but the sense of relief immediately washes over you when you realize who the sultry voice belongs to; Owen Sleater."

EAT LOCALS HENRY.

DRABBLES.

Cherry - Henry x fem!reader ☔️🧁

The thick ropes dig into your skin as you look up from where you were seated. Henry, sits you down on a dusty, gross looking couch. He stands right across from you, gobbling you up with his mere gaze as he lights a cigarette that lays between his lips. Your pulse quickens, a sheer sweat coating your skin while you press your thighs together. Quickly averting your eyes, you swallow, breath stuttering as you try not to think about how his gaze burns you.

TRISTAN THORN.

DRABBLES.

Paper Crown - Tristan thorn x fem!reader 🧁

"Due to your excitement you forgot one very important thing to bring to your date.

A coat. "

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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|| 24. Tender Sex ||

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Tristan Thorne x female reader

Warnings: first time, lovely fluffy love making ☺️

Author's note: excuse me I'm just dying imaging that your first time was with Tristan 🫠

Your face was sore from smiling and you giggled making it ache even more as your new husband carried you gallantly over the threshold of your home. Your arms encircled his neck as he held you close and you couldn't resist showering him with light kisses as he gently put you down once you were inside.

"Mrs Thorne," he beams, chastely kissing your lips, "welcome home."

"Thank you, Mr Thorne," you return, "married! I can scarcely believe it!" Your voice was pitched with excitement and relief, as after a long and busy day of celebration the two of you were finally alone.

He takes you by the hand and leads you to your bedchamber where a rather expensive looking bottle of wine and two goblets are waiting for you.

"We should toast! What should we toast to?" You ask, as he uncorks the wine and pours.

He hands you a glass, sitting down next to you on the bed and you laugh as you entangle your arms bringing the wine to your lips.

Tristan gazes into your eyes, "love," he says softly.

"To love," you agree, returning his smile with all your heart, reflecting back the immeasurable warmth you feel when he's near.

When the glasses are empty you suddenly feel a weight of expectation. You've never felt nervous with him before but then you'd never just been married before either. You smooth down your dress over your knees, fidgeting.

He's not stupid, and he knows something's wrong. Taking your hands he brings them up to his lips, kissing them reverently.

"My love, we don't have to…" he turns slightly, looking towards the bed. "you know we don't need to, tonight, if you-"

You squeeze his hands and stroke your fingers through his hair, sliding down to cup his jaw. "I know, but I'd like to… it's just, I've never-"

He laughs a little. "I've never, either. But, I think we'll be okay… we can um, help each other?"

You nod and lean closer, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. His hands come up to cradle your face and press the softest kiss to your lips. It's so light but the lingering nature of it promises so much more, and you allow yourself to crave it. Now that he's yours and you're his.

He pulls back just a little, your breath mingling as he strokes his thumb over your heated cheek.

"Um, the other night, I thought you were having a nightmare and were calling for me, so I… came to your room, but-"

You drop your gaze, flustered and embarrassed, knowing what he must have heard. "Tristan, I- I can explain-"

He tips your head up with his fingers under your chin to meet his eyes. "I’d like to hear you make those sounds for me, would you show me… show me what to do, how to… touch you like that?"

His earnestness lets your mind and emotions settle, and you nod, pulling him in close for a kiss that ensures he knows you want nothing more. The butterflies are still there as your hands trail down from his shoulders and over his chest as your kisses gradually grow more impassioned. It's not as if you hadn't gotten a tiny bit frisky before, but this was new, uncharted territory for both of you.

Without even realising it your fingers are unlacing his shirt, slipping underneath to feel his skin. He shrugs it off letting your curious hands skim down his chest and stomach to rest at the buttons of his breeches, never leaving your lips for any longer than necessary. He captures your bottom lip between his teeth as your fingers wander lower, a soft gasp fanning his face as you feel how just how much he strains for you.

"Oh..” you sigh together, foreheads touching as you both grin, laughing softly. His hands skim up the sides of your bodice as you pull back and reach behind your shoulders to unfasten the clasps.

“Would you let me?” He asks, and you smile, turning to give him access. He unhooks each clasp slowly, deliberately, working his way down your spine and you hum contentedly as he presses a light kiss to your skin as more of it is revealed. His hands are warm and you can feel the slightest of trembling as he moves the fabric of your dress away from your body. When you stand, still facing away, and push the wedding gown from your hips to the floor you are the most naked he has ever seen you.

He swiftly removes the rest of his clothes to prevent you from feeling self-conscious. You glance over your shoulder and smile, your arms wrapped around you as you’re not sure what to do next. When he rises and comes to you, you turn in his embrace and there’s a moment where the two of you are just looking at each other like it’s the first time, bare skin glowing in the lamplight.

“You are so beautiful.” Tristan tells you, brushing the backs of his fingers down your arm, his soothing brown eyes taking you in.

You feel the heat rise in your face at his words. “And you are so very handsome,” you say, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. You’re both sitting at first, he strokes your hair away from your face, leaning in to kiss you again. Moving ever closer you end up tangled in each other, skin to skin, his tongue finding yours. Desire sparks into life when you feel his length press against your belly, he wants this, he wants you. His thigh rubs between yours and you moan. He looks up and you can’t disguise your need.

“Show me.” He whispers, and you take his hand guiding it over your breast which he dips his head to and kisses, following down over your soft stomach leaving kisses there too, and down further to the juncture of your thighs. He gently lays you down on the bed and hovers over you, his cock twitching as his fingers feel the warmth and wetness there. He watches in amazement as you move his hand, allowing his fingertips to become slick with your arousal and slide with effortless ease over your clit.

“Oh Tristan… like that…” you shudder, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel everything he’s doing to you.

He’s a quick study, drawing slow, tight circles where it makes you writhe and moan so prettily. His eyes flickering between your beautiful expression of pleasure and where that pleasure originates from. As you let your legs spread wider you push his hand down a little further, encouraging him to slide a finger inside you.

“Are you sure you want me to-” He gasps along with you as he feels your tight velvet walls for the very first time, and moans out again as you reach for him, your soft fingers wrapping delicately around the base of his cock.

“Show me how you like it.” you ask him, your voice breathy and needing. He places his hand over yours, increasing your grip and slowly stroking up and down. His voice shakes as he guides you to twist your hand a little at the peak of the next stroke, and you watch, entranced, as a few drops of slippery liquid leak from his tip easing your movements even more.

“Mmn, y-yes, just like… ahh-”

After a little while you can no longer deny the ache for something more. “Tristan, please… I’m ready.” your voice is steady and sure as you move him over you. He looks so deep into your eyes as he braces his hand near your shoulder, his other gently nudging the head of his cock through your folds, covering it in your slick.

“Are you certain? Is this okay?” he asks, concerned.

"Please." You nod, your hands reaching around his back and pulling him closer to you, biting at your lip as he finds your entrance and slowly starts to push inside. You share a sigh, his mouth drops open at the feel of you all around him, he's shivering at the intensity of it. A sharp, loud, moan escapes your lips as he presses in further, and he stops, gently pulling out again.

“Are you alright? Oh love, have I hurt you?!” He’s frantically looking you up and down with worry painting his features.

You breathe out, shaking your head and urging him to continue. “No I’m fine, it’s okay, I’m okay.” you assure him, giving him a smile to make him feel at ease. He’s not completely convinced, sitting back and stroking down your thighs.

“I think, maybe if you can relax, it might help?” He suggests, and your smile is genuine as he leans forward, his lips kissing their way down from your neck. You giggle at first as the touch is ticklish, but then he caresses your breasts with his hands, kissing, licking and sucking at your nipples until they are hard, and you can’t help your moans. He seems to revere you like a goddess, every touch is like starfire and it burns the fiercest of all when he dips down between your legs and kisses you there.

He holds you down, on a quest to make you feel nothing but good, his tongue eagerly licking through your folds and up to your clit and you cry out in disbelief at the rapturous feeling it elicits. Your fervent cries and moans spur him to continue, hungrily lapping your sweet taste into his mouth and moaning against you as you start rocking your hips against him. That sensation you’ve only ever felt at the touch of your own hand bursts its way ferociously through your entire being and you cry out his name over and over until you have to tell him to stop. He’s panting like you are and you can’t help laughing and shuddering as a satisfying glow settles over you.

“Did that… help?” He asks, grinning cheekily. He yelps as you haul him on top of you again in answer, taking his cock in your grasp and guiding him confidently to where you need him. It feels so good now, the stretch is only a slight burn as he fills you with such sweetness that you think you might weep. Tristan gasps with you as he sinks deeper this time, you're so warm, tight, and so very wet from his previous ministrations, how can anything possibly feel this incredible? He moves his hips, slowly at first, and the drag of his length inside you is almost too good to bear. Your hands go to the sides of his face, “Tristan…” you whisper, tilting your head up to kiss him as your bodies move as one, each gentle rock of your hips building the wave of bliss higher and higher.

“You feel so good my love, please tell me it feels this good for you.”

"I could have never have imagined…" Your fingers thread through his hair and grasp at his shoulder, sliding down over his back to feel how he moves against you. Soon enough you feel the telltale coiling sensation deep within, a surge of pure ecstacy waiting to be set free.

You wrap your legs around his waist altering the angle of his smooth thrusts, making his cock press into a part of you that you didn't even know existed. He feels you shake and whimper softly beneath him and it drives him to keep going, to release the familiar tight, throbbing coil locked at the base of his spine and take you with him.

You're dancing on the edge of a feeling you can't describe, something you never want to end. "Tristan, oh please, I-"

He gives himself over to the feel of you squeezing around him, the incredible rhythmic pulsing within you that sets off a chain reaction.

He grasps for your hand, your fingers interlocking as he kisses you breathless as you come apart.

"My star-"

Your back arches, it feels something like heaven and you cry out, holding him so close to you as he joins you in this beautiful loss of control, releasing inside you with a such a pretty moan.

You lie wrapped in each other for a time, moulded together irrevocably, content and sharing the warm blanket of post orgasmic bliss with lazy brushes of lips, featherlight touches and I love yous.

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imagineaworlds · 6 years

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Stardust (2007) Announcement

Hey, there! We will be taking requests for the following Stardust characters:

Young Dunstan Thorn (Smut allowed)

Yvaine (Smut allowed)

Tristan Thorn (Smut allowed)

Septimus

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cellophaine · 2 years

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Congrats on 1K Cellop! You totally deserve it 🤗 For your celebration, can I get some fluffy/smutty headcanons about spending a quiet evening in with Tristan? 🥰

Evermore

Pairing: Tristan Thorn x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Smut, fluff, cheesy dialogues.

Author's Notes: This is my first time writing for Tristan, so if there's anything that you think I can improve on, please let me know! :) I'm so sorry that this is a one-shot instead of headcanons like you asked. This fic grew and shaped itself in my head. I just followed it, and I kinda like it? I hope you'll enjoy it anyway!

*Side note: I think I might have an idea of who you are 👀

GIF Credit

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The flames from the fireplace cast a warm glow on the room, magnifying the cozy atmosphere of faint wood smoke and warm vanilla. Tristan tilted his head slightly, watching you nestled on the armchair, the cup of tea he made for you still steaming on the small end table. Next to it, the oil lamp lit up the pages on the book you were reading. You were so lost in the ink and the time-worn paper that you didn't see the look on Tristan's face. He was so focused on you, on the way the warm light hugged your features.

He was grateful for the sight of you in his life, from the moment he rose in the morning to the moment he closed his eyes at night. He could feel your presence in his bloodstream, familiar like the air he breathed.

You were so comfortable in the armchair Tristan made for you, despite his many protests and assurances that it wasn't good enough. Despite the crooked arms and the uneven backrest cushion, it was your favourite piece of furniture in the home you shared. It was made with love and Tristan's unrelenting determination in providing you with the best chair for you to sit in while you enjoyed your many adventures.

He watched you, admiring the way fire danced in your eyes. He sighed softly and thanked the stars for blessing him with you. You were his sun on the coldest days, his gleaming source of light in the gloomiest moments, his shelter in the eye of the storm. You were his endless wonder; you were that sweet twinge in his chest.

Tristan stood up, leaving his comfortable position on the chair next to yours to sit at your extended legs, placing a hand on your gown-covered knee. He didn't want to distract you, only wanted to be closer to you.

You lifted your gaze anyway, and Tristan found himself melting in your eyes.

"What are you looking at, my love?"

He turned his head to place a kiss on where his cheek rested.

"I'm looking at you, my sweet, beautiful angel."

You blushed at his words. He never failed to incite a reaction like that from you. No matter how long you had been together, it always felt like the day he knew he loved you and that you loved him too. And here he was, enamoured with you more with each passing day. His love for you was like a pitcher overfilled with honey water, spilling over the gracefully-curved mouth like a waterfall on a loop, never-ending.

Some people said young love like yours would never last. But you paid them no mind.

You kept the book in one hand; the other reached out to touch him. You caressed the strands that fell out of his earlobe where he tucked them, following the curve of smooth skin on his cheek. Your soft touch drew a smile from him, the kind of smile that melted your heart and attention for anything else other than him.

You placed your book next to your teacup, lowering yourself to close the distance between you on the rug. Tristan knew what you wanted, and he eagerly reciprocated. Your lips met softly at first, like a lullaby with its whimsy and faint rhythm. Until the kiss you shared became something more. Something of love and the need to express your adoration through attentive caresses, delicate touches and skin on skin, with nothing in between.

You straddled him, and his eyes followed your every movement as if he was transfixed, wholly enraptured by you. You braced your hands on his chest, feeling the heat of his body through the rumpled linen shirt. Your body moved on its own; your hand searched for the buttons. You could feel the fuzzy patch of hair in the open neckline, soft to your fingertips. He swallowed hard; his eyes seemed to glaze with lust as you rid him of his shirt slowly while maintaining a small distance between your lips, not quite letting him kiss you. Finally, when the soft material had been discarded, Tristan couldn't wait. His hand came up to hold your head in place while he sealed his lips over yours, groaning at the contact he would always yearn for.

You ground your hips down, earning a deep groan from his chest. His hands worked fervently to rid you of your gown, the movement desperate and haste on your back. He pulled away from the kiss, much to your dismay. Your disapproving huff turned into soft sighs as he trailed his mouth down to the column of your throat, adorning the delicate skin with the gentle bites of his teeth, the playful nips of his lips. He continued his path to the top of your breast, licking and biting the soft flesh. You moaned, finding it harder to keep quiet, excited for what was to come.

Clothes were only mere decorations for the floor, and you made up for their absence with your body heat and the roaring flames in the fireplace. Your lips attached, your wandering hands never stayed in one place too long, and the fires within you were stroked until neither of you could take it anymore.

Tristan held you up with his hands on your waist, and you reached down to guide his heavy length to your dripping entrance. He lowered you until he was fully seated inside, and your harmonized moans echoed within the brick walls.

You gasped; your mouth hung open as you felt so full. With Tristan burying so deep, you thought you could see stars beneath your closed lids.

You held onto his shoulders for dear life as you rode him. Your nails dug into his back, painting faint red lines that would make you blush in the morning after. You threw your head back as Tristan attached his lips to your skin. His soft bites, wet licks and fervent kisses on your breast and hardened nub only spurred you on since you loved seeing his marks on you just as much as he loved leaving them. His hand came up to fondle your neglected bosom, working between playful pinches and harsh squeezes.

He did his best to move with you; his hips jerked up to meet yours with every movement. Sweat gathered at his forehead, making soft hair strands stuck to it. You brushed them out of his flushed face, tucking them behind his earlobes for the second time that night.

Your pace was persistent as Tristan laid down on the soft rug, admiring you from a new point of view. He could never have enough of the sight of you on top of him, with your eyes closed in bliss. He knew you were near the edge as the swerves of your hips grew wild and messy. Tristan pulled you down with a hand on your back to lay on him; his hips thrust up to bring the both of you to the euphoric high.

"Sweetheart, open your eyes. Look at me."

Your blissed-out eyes were met with his fiery gaze. The shared air between you was filled with broken moans and incoherent whispers of love, pushing you over the edge. The way you clenched down hard around him made him see stars as he came.

You stayed like that for a while, with your head on the crook of his neck. Finally, when your breathings came to a slow and even pace, he slowly pulled out of you, making you whimper as you still felt too sensitive.

The sleepy daze started to settle in, and you didn't want to leave his warm embrace at all, even when that meant you might wake up with an ache in your body. Tristan knew what you wanted by the way you nestled deeper into him, your arm draped protectively over his naked torso. He shifted slightly, and you grumbled in displeasure; your hold on him only tightened. He placed a kiss on your temple, soothing you with his words.

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. I will make us comfortable, alright?"

Tristan left after a tired nod of your head, retrieving the temporary setup for the night. He put a pillow underneath your head, brushing your hair back so it wouldn't bother you in your sleep. Unfurling the soft blanket, he covered your naked bodies before settling down next to you. Even in your exhausted state, you still sought him out, yearning for that warmth you could never be without. Tristan pulled you in, letting you snuggle into the curve of his shoulder, winding an arm around you. He kissed your forehead softly before he fell into a dreamless sleep next to you, where he always belonged.

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