I'm Having Such A Hard Time With Writing Rn Omg This Sucks

i'm having such a hard time with writing rn omg this sucks

i was on a roll and i shit you not in the middle of a sentence my brain powered off. It's like i was trying to hit backspace and accidentally hit the power button three times.

oh no

gluttony - king john (2010)

Gluttony (n): overindulgence in food....or in this case..

cw: oral (f), overstim, uhhh dirty talk kind of, john being a brat, that's it.

It was a tossup between greed and gluttony for him, but I picked gluttony bc oberyn snatched greed

it's pretty straightforward. John has a luxurious lifestyle, his diet has consisted of the most sought after delicacies and he can have as much of it as he wants. why can't this extend to other tastes?

He'd played a naughty trick.

Of course, nothing was ever simple with him, and you should have been suspicious from the start. Was it odd he'd requested supper in his chambers? Yes. Was the lack of staff and more importantly, food, slightly strange? Yes.

Was being spread-eagle on a velvet bedspread for the better part of an hour out of the ordinary?

Not really.

John had developed a terribly addictive habit since you'd married. Mind you, his appetite had been voracious before, but now that he had the legal ties of marriage and free roam of the castle, his hunger could not be satiated.

You were only glad he'd stuck to his quarters, instead of devouring you in more public settings. You never mentioned it, for fear he'd get a bad idea. There were enough peasants trysting in the courtyard as it was. You were a queen, for God's sake.

Though at the moment, you felt akin to a puddle of syrup, moaning and twitching as he had his way. John's grip was bruising on your hips, corded forearms flexing and squeezing around your thighs as he tried to fit as much of you in his mouth as he could.

Sweat and fluid trickled down your legs, staining rivers on his ruined shirt. Both of you were soaked, and there was not a clean scrap of clothing in sight.

His tongue was skilled and efficient, reducing you to tears in an instant. He'd been ravenous, kissing and biting and sucking until the initial craving had been sated. With the casualty of entering one's home, he'd settled between your thighs and made a meal of your cunt.

You mewled, quivering from the intensity. Fire, pleasurable as it was painful, burned a hot stripe through your core, releasing another wave of slick. John mumbled a thank you - perhaps the only time he used his manners - and licked harder, sucking the nectar straight out of you.

"S..sstop," you whispered hoarsely, "John, you're h-hurting-"

He flicked his sharp gaze to your disheveled face. A sheen of want had glazed over his face, lips slack and dripping. Displeasure flickered across his brow, before huffing and returning to the task. Your head dropped back to the pillow, a dejected moan tearing from your throat.

The licks were gentler now. He'd given your clit a blessed break, lapping gently at your outer folds. You still twitched and cried, but the tears fell slower and you took a deep breath for the first time. His hands shifted lower, lovingly stroking your tender flesh.

It's over, it's over, your delirious mind cried with relief, shakily returning to conscious thought. John smiled at you, drinking in your heated cheeks and coital glow.

"I'd have a painting of you like this," he murmured, tracing your shining pink core. You whined at the contact, attempting to cage his hand away. Tutting, he delivered a swift smack to your ass.

"Stay," he said sternly, settling back down.

His mop of curls were sweaty as he reclined against your inner thigh, absently sucking at your skin. Hot pleasure pulsed through your cunt, seeping wetness all over the sheets. A tremor rocked your core, contorting your body away from his scalding touch.

no more, no more, your skin moaned.

John tsked and clumsily wrangled your legs back in place, biting admonishingly on your ass. Finding a new dessert to please his tongue, he focused his lustful attention there, squeezing and fondling while you moaned into the pillows.

"Hush, little wife," he slurred, smacking his lips at your taste, " 'M not quite finished."

Fingers curling around the cotton of your nightgown, you hiccupped and wailed as another powerful wave crashed over you, bowing your back into the mattress. John moaned at the sight of your puffy pink folds shivering in the low candlelight, clit stiff and swollen from overstimulation.

Everything was hot and wet. You couldn't tell if it was his tongue or his fingers plundering your messy cunt, the thickness and speed too overwhelming to process. Tears blurred your vision, the wanton moans and sucking noises all you could feel from your husband.

You writhed under him, nightgown ripping down the front as he fought to continue his feast. John greedily grabbed hold of your soft stomach, pausing his action to kiss at your breasts. The new stimulus hadn't fixed the issue of your shredded nerves, merely shifted the focus.

In not nearly long enough of a reprieve, he'd returned to eating your cunt. The slick noises were loud against the stone chamber. John's shirt was plastered to his golden chest, linen soaked to transparency. His face was dripping and milky, pink lips shimmering.

You'd find him beautiful if you could see straight.

It was a gratuitous fight between more and too much, one that your fuck-drunk mind struggled figure out. A protest would come to mind, then another orgasm would wrench it away, leaving moans and gasps in its stead. Your voice howled for it to end, but your hips ground onto his face like your life depended on it.

John reveled in your desperation, grinning at every moan. Your lust fed his, empowering him to continue.

"Good, love," he cooed, watching your folds seize and leak another mouthful of ambrosia. He greedily lapped it up, taking time to drag his tongue through each crevice of your heaven. His tongue's repeated strokes and attention had softened your skin to velvet. It was a wonderful sensation on his tongue - like having the softest, sweetest pudding in the world.

Your heady musk surrounded him. John was drunk. His thoughts had long since been beaten to a pulp, animalistic want driving him now.

Taste, smell, sweet, rich, earthy, soft, warm wet all everywhere all over him, sticky and divine on his face and tongue. He pressed closer, willing his mouth to fuse with your skin and never separate. That was the only way he'd be satisfied: if he could never taste anything else.

The supple thighs caging his head squeezed tighter, making his eyes roll back. Your legs were strong from the stables, in a dizzyingly seductive display of strength. John bucked against the bed, his own need now abundantly clear.

Your sudden rake of your hands through his hair pulled a moan from his mouth, finally tearing his mouth from your core. Saliva strung a wet bridge from his lips, puffy and gasping. You huffed at the rush of cool air against your sensitive skin, wriggling until your legs closed.

John scowled, ready to pounce, until your leg dragged deliciously over his straining hardness. At once he was placid, rutting and moaning into your thighs, face crushed in your lap.

You hissed and began to move away, giving him room to get off. He whined a protest, using your strong hips for leverage.

"N-no," he gritted out, humping faster, "almost, almost, don't move-" Your hand snaked into his trousers and he came with a guttural cry, mouthing into your exposed breasts. His hips kept twitching into your firm grip, whimpering as he stuttered to a stop.

You didn't.

Confused, John tried to back away, length soft and achey. But your eyes had cleared and your hand tightened.

"My turn," you whispered, enveloping his sore cock in your mouth. He collapsed against the bedframe, chest heaving.

All sins came with a price, he supposed, face contorting in desire.

! first one is done! the more time I spent on this, I really should have gone with greed, but oh well. Oberyn's will still be good.

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series masterlist (ongoing)

all of them are smut so ig i gotta pick my only smut wip oop

from my seven deadly sins series (let's see if you can guess which one)

Oh, he couldn't wait to ruin you. You wouldn't even know what hit you when he finally pounced. It ate him up inside to wait, absolutely discontent to sit back and watch. But he knew, deep down, that good things come to those who wait. He was patient as a lion at the watering hole, picking out its meal.

You flit by, sending him a round-eyed smile. His lips twitched, resisting the urge to reach out and pluck you up, delicate skin of your throat bared to him.

It wouldn't be much longer.

rahhhh okay no pressure tags: @brighterthanlonelywords @ominoose

WIP Wednesday

Holy shit, I'm actually on time on a wednesday to post a snippet?? Amazing.

I've been meaning to respond to all the lovely folks who tagged me for these WIP wednesdays/whenever lately, and I sadly haven't gotten to it - but I've got some momentum going right now so I quickly want to drop a snippet and run right back to my WIP to continue!

This is from my upcoming DBF!Joel fic:

You gasp as the orgasm ripples through you, much faster than you expected, and you bury your face into your pillow so you won’t cry his name out loud. Before the waves have subsided, you flip yourself to your stomach as you keep the buzzing toy in place, grinding down harder on your fingers as you shudder from the overstimulation. Still you keep going, because it’s what Joel would do - it’s what he would want, to make you come again and again. Crying out his name, writhing against him, until you begged him for his cock, for him to fuck you into the mattress until your head was completely empty from any thoughts. Just when you are about to come again, you suddenly hear your mom calling your name from downstairs, and you have to restrain yourself from yelling angrily at the interruption. “Coming!,” you snap loudly, hoping that she won’t be able to hear the panting in your voice. “Be right there!” ‘Good fucking girl. Such a dirty little slut for me,’ imaginary-Joel whispers at you, pounding into you, and you bite your lip as you come hard again, soaking your fingers for a second time. Fuck. FUCK. You need him, so goddamn bad.

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workin on angstober and yall are NOT ready

dw i'll do flufftober too

nuh uh mom said it's my turn with him !

broken, bloody, brown-eyed man... let me hold you

DO I HAVE PERMISSION TO WRITE A SOMETHING ABOUT THIS PLEASE OH HOLY GOD

i think it would also work with poe and a not-human reader that had a similar affect OOH

Okay so I should be absolutely locked up in jail for this, but...

A few days ago I saw that gif of Tinkerbell where she gets, well, not spanked, but yeah... spanked and stardust(?) and stuff is falling out of her.

And then my horny ass mind twisted it to a what if...

So what if Marc Spector, Grumpy Fist Of Vengeance meets a sassy fairy who absolutely gets on his nerves on one of his missions? She has a sparkly golden skin, and when Marc pushes her away roughly (what a brute) he notices that stardust is kinda explodes(?) or falls (?) out of the spot? And he's like "interesting 😏".

Cut to him fucking her brains out roughly and teasing her for "having sex pollen that bewitched him" (he knows it's not that) and with every thrust of his hips, the stardust is coming out of her and it falls on everything around them, even on Marc's skin and imagine how delicious his muscles would look sparkling 🫠

Anyway, time to go to horny jail.