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When thinking of naughty fic, I think of these men.

A Life Without Fear ft. Malborn

A/N: Got carried away with this, so it become a fic, lucky for you Malborn Anon.

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He’d forgotten how imposing she could be, unshrouded and unafraid of consequence. Her eyes shone in the dim, burning brighter than the candles that surrounded them, making his bones tremble no matter how hard he tried to hide his fear.

He never had been very good at that.

Please, help me, I don’t want to be like this anymore.

He’d begged, cowering at their feet. He’d barely set foot out of Windhelm when an assassin had thrown himself from their cover. If not for the vampire that stood before him, he’d be long dead, body ditched with no one to mourn or miss him.

I don’t want to be so afraid anymore.

He’d wept, and in the quiet of her home, she’d comforted him, gentle hands at his back and a soothing voice in his ear. She dried his tears, kissing them away in a manner that made him hot and breathless, he was weak to her, even if he went through with the turning he’d always be weak to her, and he was happy with that.

“Come to me, Malborn.” He shuddered at her voice, and for a moment he glanced at the door behind him, his last opportunity to live his life a mortal. A life of fear, flinching at every look he received, trembling too much to open a letter. The Thalmor haunted him, but she would keep him safe. She promised.

He stepped towards her, entering her arms with no resistance, the scent of death and decay surrounded her but still he buried his nose in her neck, desperate for the safety she provided.

“Strip.” And he did, all but his smalls lay on the floor as he climbed into bed with her, the sheets laying loosely at his hip whilst his head lay upon her breasts. There was no heartbeat, only the thrumming of her words as she spoke to him softly, praised him, lavished him, promises of a new tomorrow in absence of fear.

He couldn’t remember ever sleeping so soundly.

Morning should have come, but when he awoke he was greeted with night and the eyes of one unfamiliar. Ronthil, he’d introduced himself, a wood elf a tad shorter than he but a vampire that donned the same garb as the dragonborn. He sat with him through his first feeding, an ornate bottle of blood that coated his throat with copper, but even when he’d scrunched his nose in disgust his new friend had laughed, patting him on the shoulder as he spluttered. He’d left him to dress, new robes in a pale grey, he felt covered, armoured even, and for the first time in a while, he grinned, stepping from the room with confidence in his step.

It soon faded when he was faced with a portal, swirling blues that swallowed up his friend as he stepped through. He’d almost turned back until he heard her voice, calling to him, pulling him in. So in he went.

The castle was a level of grandeur he’d never known, and despite the eyes that watched him, he couldn’t remove his own from her. Draped in royal attire, she stood in the center, unobstructed and glowing in the light of the court. Her arms opened wide, and he found himself running to her, hugging her tightly around the waist.

When they parted, her hands held his face, fingers tracing the new grooves and hollows of his complexion. She kissed his forehead, and he knew he’d be safe here, with them, with her, no more running, no more fear.

In spite of undeath, in her halls, he’d never felt more alive.

so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what

My dash did a thing lmaoooo

My hero QwQ

Steven Yeun should play Waylon Park in an Outlast film.

I said what I said.

I mean LOOK at him.

When thinking of naughty fic, I think of these men.

I'll allow you to live if only to use that mouth again.

@twobucksworld for some reason, it wasn't showing me your full ask, but I was able to see your full ask after a while. Which is to have a Yautja female sit on a human males face, I assumed to give her oral but if that is not the case please feel free to resend the ask and specify what exactly you had meant! (Also had to do it like this because I hit answer prematurely on my phone and then deleted the entire thing in my panic.)

CW: Face sitting and Oral sex. Starts out in our Females POV and then switches to the human males.

Small, loose stones littering the floor and dug into the males back, leaving red indents in his flesh as he lay prone on the floor. His arms were tied with a thick tweed rope behind his back, hands grasping at his own elbows and knees tied to a pole to keep him from hiding his shame. The huntress, though not a warrior by skill or want, had been stalking him as if she would claim his skull. Tonight, she had caught him. She could smell him, her mandibles moving as she circled him, eyes trained to every jerk he made. She admired his chest rising and falling, the quick movement of his eyes- yet he made no sounds. No pleas to be let go or shown mercy like most sniveling humans she had witnessed. Her head tilts, stopping her circling of him by his right side and stared at him. It appeared she was debating on what to do with him until she made a click and stepped over him. It was nearing her mating season and she could already feel the swirl of her heat in her belly- the annoying itch.

There was a glint in her eyes, one even a demon would have slinked away from as she thought of one use this male would have. She made a show of disrobing herself, claws ranking over her form after discarding her furs. She watches as his eyes run over her form, without any sucklings she did not have the breasts the human females had but she was clearly female by what lay between her thighs. Her sex was smooth, large lips and a cascade of spots leading from her naval to fade out around her cunt. Her clawed fingers moved to spread herself, her hips jutting forward and knees bending some to show herself off to him. Her cunt was the same soft shade as her mouth, the dusting of pastel pink between the labia and the large clit. She knew she was already starting to drip just from the thought of using the male before her and she gave herself a swirling rub. She could smell the rise in his hormones at having her bare herself to him and felt a purr leave her, it was close to her mating season and the male seemed willing.

She then released herself when he licked his lips, tilting her head in thought. Perhaps she would not take his cock right away, she had seen plenty other species similar to his take pleasure in other forms and wondered what the thrill of it was. She made a curious chirp, turning her back to him and kneeling on his chest. Her head turns back to him, clawed hands running up her thighs and rounding to her ass. She leaned forward, keeping her head turned to watch him over her shoulder as she spread herself again- clicking as she did so. He remained quiet but she could smell the excitement running through the lesser life form and she was amused. He must think himself special, and perhaps in a way he was- he was no Yautja but his scent had interested her enough for her to take him alive. She would use him then maybe keep him if he was good- if not she would at least get a meal after this. She then released herself, hands planting themselves on the ground as she backed herself up.

His sex was closer to her face now and behind the smell of soap she could smell his musk, it wasn’t something she would consider arousing but the way his cock had twitched as she moved closer to his face was amusing. She purred as she made contact with his face, pressing herself down on him and sitting back. She watched his cock twitch and begin to grow as she slowly ground down upon him. So the male did like this, but she found it odd and was annoyed. She was about to pull away when she felt the first swipe of his tongue, the spark of pleasure which followed had her making a confused noise. She jerked her hips, hands laid over his chest and twitching as he licked her again, this time circling her clit before pressing into her folds. That had her responding and moving with more earnest.

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Her smell was overwhelming, a thick musk that had his mind swimming as he lapped like a starved dog. His face was firmly pressed against her, his eyes closed as to let himself suffocate in the best fever dream way. He had stopped his struggling long before this had taken such a wet dream turn, knowing enough about Yautja to know when to conserve energy. He was a soldier and he figured that was why she had taken him and part of him felt honored to be claimed by such a beast of a woman. The other, less intelligent part, the one filled with a carnal lust craved each press of her down on his face.

He could feel her fluids and his spit sliding down his chin as he pressed his tongue fully inside her. Maybe he was nothing but a mindless sex machine, wanting nothing more than to be dominated by this female and have her use every last bit of him until all that remains is a pile of a spent man covered in both their releases. Maybe he was no better than a mindless animal, wanting to breed and the way he hungrily ate her seemed like proof enough. She gave no attention to the rest of him as she rode him and his body didn’t care, his cock hard and leaking already. But it was the ranking of her claws on his chest that dug rivets into his skin, her walls tightening around his tongue and her pressing so hard against him his entire skull felt it was about to fracture that had him moaning his own release.

He gasped for breath as she stood, unable to tell if the wetness on his chest was her spit, his cum or even his own blood- or some sick combination of all three but the thought had him shivering in his own aftershock of what happened. He blinked, licking his lips and tasting her still as purring met his ears. He could feel her mandibles nip at his ear and his eyes looked into hers as she whispered something, the words getting ingrained into his mind despite him unable to understand what it was she spoke.

Jfc doc, put on a shirt or something 😔😔

I got freaking Wheeljack(*happy squeal sound*) and the description? Accurate. Like I felt called out. Thanks.

This is something that’s been sitting in my to do list forever and was the only thing I was able to do while sick

Enjoy

A Note to Minors:

I see a lot on tumblr lately regarding the defense of underage participants in a certain community, as well as the underage participants expressing anger that they are not welcome on NSFW blogs. As a NSFW blogger, as well as someone who has come to know various sex laws due to their career, I thought I would clarify some things:

1. It doesn’t matter what the age of consent in your state is. Age of consent refers to the age that you are able to consent to sexual activity only.

2. Even if you are able to consent at age 16 or 17, by law you are still a minor. Pornography cannot be sold or viewed by minors.

3. If you are under 18 and you post explicit photos of yourself, you can be charged with creating and circulating child pornography, as the images contain a minor.

4. It is normal to have interests in sex and kink, regardless of age. There are safe spaces on the internet to seek these out and ask questions regarding your interests. Spaces where you can communicate with other teens, that are well moderated and do not allow adults to freely graze and prey. Scarleteen.com is probably the greatest example.

5. As a minor, showing purposeful disregard for another blogger or a website’s request that no minors be present on the site (and for some explicit material, 21 is the age for legal viewership) puts the owner of that blog and/or website at risk. No one wants to see awesome sex bloggers get shut down or sex friendly spaces on the internet get hit for having underage members. Think about more than just yourselves.

If you’re under 18, unfollow me. Don’t argue, don’t flame me, just unfollow. I’ll be the first person to high five you when you turn 18 and we can reminisce about how much it sucked to wait. Until then, peace out.