#chiara thoughts

they’re so dear to me

i got heart eyes the moment i saw finn bennett in that slutty crop top, with the slutty sunglasses and a happy trail. i can’t stop thinking about it. now i kind of want to write something set in the backrooms, all tense and surreal. maybe sucking him off?

i’m definitely getting close to something..

“you’re trembling already and i haven’t even touched you yet.” —aerion

“please… don’t make me come inside.” — daeron

“oh don’t sound so scared. i thought we were having fun.” — valarr

a/n: just clearing my drafts a bit, ugh aerion in his armour does things to me

cw: 18+ nsfw, oral(m!receiving), degredation, rough handling, power imbalance, explicit sexual content mdni

it’s hard not to imagine what those claws would feel like—cold at first, then slowly warming against skin, tracing just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. up close, they’re mesmerizing, cold steel curving into sharp points that make your mind wander filthy paths—imagining those fingers, bare or not, pinning you down, claiming. your thighs press together instinctively, a slick warmth blooming between them, and he knows what that does to you

his armoured hand snaps forward, massive claws framing your jaw in a grip that’s big enough to swallow half your face—cold metal shocking against your flushed cheeks, the points pricking just enough to sting without drawing blood. he tilts your head up roughly, forcing your eyes to meet his, that mocking curl to his lips making your core clench. “look at you, already dripping just from this? silly girl, getting wet over my hands like some desperate whore”his thumb—clad in steel—presses into your cheek, hard enough to leave a faint red mark blooming under your skin, the pressure aching sweet as you whimper

the claws envelop the back of your head completely, that massive gauntlet holding you in place as he rocks his hips, the pointed tips grazing your neck without mercy. you hollow your cheeks, sucking sloppy and desperate, but he doesn’t let up—pushing deeper until the head of his cock batters your throat, making you choke and sputter, tears pricking your eyes. saliva drips down your chin, mixing with the ache in your jaw, but gods, it soaks you through, your pussy throbbing empty and needy because his control is everything.he laughs,fingers—steel —digging into your cheek again for emphasis. “listen to those sounds you’re making, so fucking pathetic, gagging on my cock like it’s your only purpose. and look at you, thighs rubbing together—getting off on just this? on my hands alone? you don’t need anything else, do you? just me, owning this worthless mouth.” his grip tightens on your head, claws scraping lightly as he fucks your face harder, the cold metal a constant reminder of his power, your body trembling on the edge because his mockery twists the knife deeper.