Wedding Night

[onlycareaboutshipping]

The Wedding Night Meme a smut/shipping meme

The wedding bells have rung - or the correct sacrifices have been made, depending on your culture. Whatever the case may be, you're married now, and the night is yours. However, there is one expectation on you: it's time to consummate the marriage. Whether you're in love, in this marriage because it was arranged, or absolutely in hate with your new spouse, you're with them now. Have you two been intimate before this, or is your first time...with them or first time period? Do you know what you want and are you full of lust, or do you have no clue what's going on? Maybe you even have to seduce your partner who wants nothing to do with this! Comment with your character and include your preferences. Comment to others. Thread out wedding night smut and shipping.

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[bastardizing]

[ Klaus has always felt like an outsider of sorts. Within his own family. Within his own kind. Never quite sure where he belonged. Born a wolf on his true father's side and changed into the monster via his mother and Mikael. Wolf and vampire. Two conflicting worlds that didn't get along in the world. Especially in his home. Two factions. One ruled by Marcel and the other aching to get out from underneath his thumb. It took some years before Klaus decided if he couldn't fit in with any of them then he would make his own kind. He would make hybrids. Something to stop the crushing fear of isolation and difference that often overwhelmed him. Not that he'd ever say such a thing out loud, but most of his family seem to have figured him out. Right now in this very moment with her bucking against this dresser he feels a sense of belonging. A connection that makes him feel grounded.

She clings to Klaus like he's all she needs right now. It's entirely unhealthy how much Klaus gets off on such emotions. That desire to be everything to the one you cared about. To keep them so firmly grasped in your orbit. He's never been accused of being a very healthy individual. After years of feeling isolated from his family and like he wasn't wanted it's all he wants now. To be desired. To be needed. To be grasped for with such blind determination. Nails dig into his back and Klaus wants it to hurt. Wants it to burn. He wants the marks to remind him of this. To remind him of how it feels with her. She makes it all feel so bloody easy. He can hardly even fathom how she manages it either.

Her words drip with need. Desperation for him to keep giving her exactly what she needs. What she desires. He reaches up to grab her by the chin roughly. His head drawing back as he looks at her. Holding her face there while he fucks her. The veins around his eyes have darkened and he looks far less cuddly than usual. Still he's very much Klaus. She'll see that. He holds her face there and watches her. Panting along with her as he fucks her hard and fast. ] Keep your eyes on me. [ He commands her. ] Do you want to come again, Wynonna? Do you want to come for me? [ His voice comes out more as a growl by now. He hasn't let go of her chin just yet. His other hand comes around to grip a tuft of her hair roughly and hold on. Hips doing all the work now. ]

[earps]

[ It's not like they've ever spent that long talking about all the ways in which they socially ostracized themselves from their own families over the years, all the shit they pulled that really tested their siblings' love and loyalty, everything selfish that made it difficult for them to be welcomed back into the fold with open arms — but maybe she senses all of it, in some way, that they're more alike than they are different, that they're two outcasts who have always been looking for that sense of belonging somewhere, that it's possible they've somehow managed to find it in each other.

She doesn't want anyone to think that she needs them this much, that she's such a needy person that she can't be independent and strong on her own — but she clutches onto him in this moment as he drives into her hard enough to rock the dresser against the floor and somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knows she doesn't want to let go, not now and not ever. And somehow he senses that she wants it hard and rough, so hard that she doesn't have to dwell on anything deeper, doesn't have to think about how he might be what she wants as well as what she needs.

He grasps her chin between his fingers but it isn't dominating, isn't controlling; she stares into his darkened gaze, her lips swollen and parted from the messy snatching of their kisses, and each time she breathes it's another moan as she fights the instinct to look away from him instead. He's ordering her but it isn't a compulsion; she made him swear to her once that he would never pull that kind of shit with her. She nods once, a quick and jerking motion, and when his other hand slips into her hair to grab a fistful of it she whimpers at the tug against her scalp, tilting her head back into the touch to expose the curve of her neck to him, arching helplessly as he continues to fuck her. ] Yes, yeah — I want — tell me to do it. Tell me to come.

[bastardizing]

[ She had made it very clear that he wasn't to use his compulsion on her at any point. He didn't think he'd ever have to though to be quite honest. For as obstinate and obnoxiously independent as Wynonna can be she knows when to chase after the pleasure. She knows what she likes and she's not afraid to lean into it to get what she wants. She might actually grow to love his compulsion though for other reasons. It's nice when he can compel an entire room to observe them "enjoying one another" and then insist they forget everything once they were done. It was very handy when you wanted the yes on you, but not all the shit that came with someone going to some sort of authority figure and causing all sorts of problems for you.

Whatever kind of badass that Wynonna Earp doesn't always mean she needs the lead. It doesn't mean she has to take control of every single moment. He can see her lean into those little moments when those things rest squarely on Klaus' shoulders. She leans into what's happening right now. Nodding her head to his questions. She's not trying to pull herself free. She's not trying to insist he do as she wants. She seems to react to every little thing he does that screams a tiny bit of domination. Not quit like you'd think though. He has to be careful or she'll pull back simply because she's capable of it. ]

You do need to be told don't you? [ She gives him a view of her neck and he'll be honest it makes is head spin. His mind runs through a million things. He knows how it'd feel to sink his teeth in while she was keyed up and ready to come. His fangs have extended by now and he battles from within. ] Come for me, Wynonna. Come for me. I wanna feel you, love. [ It'd push him over the edge for sure. He leans forward with a growl and his fangs sink into the curve she gave him access too. Hoping that she wouldn't call for an end to this marriage after taking initiative into his own hands. The taste of her and the way she feels around him this slick, tight and ready to come is what undoes him. His first orgasm finally crashed into him like a tidal wave. ]

[earps]

[ Crazy as it sounds, she feels like she can trust him; maybe it's the ridiculousness of the shared situation they find themselves in now, but when she made him promise never to compel her and he swore he wouldn't, she believed him in that moment, trusted that he would never cross that line between them. She's not convinced he's intimidated by her in any sense, that she really poses any serious threat to him, but she does know some of his weak spots and made it plain once that if he ever did anything to target her and hers that she wouldn't hesitate to use them. Ironically, he'd seemed to be a little... turned-on by that not-so-vague threat.

She's only letting herself fall so far for this now, though, only letting him take so much control while stopping short of giving him everything. She doesn't have it in her to give it all to him yet, to pour herself into his hands but she can do this much, at least, give him control of when she succumbs to the pressure and the heat and the tension coiling so tight and strong inside her that she knows she'll be reduced to boneless writhing when she's given permission. ]

Yes — yeah, I do, pl— [ The please dies on her lips and she realizes she's bared the line of her throat to him, the vulnerability of her pulse, seconds too late, but when she feels his mouth descend to her skin and the twin pricks of his fangs puncturing her neck, that sensation paired with the insistence of his words gives her everything she needs to come; she clenches down around his cock with a sharp moan, fingers of one hand cupping at the back of his neck as she keeps him cradled to her neck, lets him feed, lets him bury deep inside her as he spills his release, as the waves of her orgasm roll over her until she's shaking helpless in his arms, tightening the squeeze of her legs around his waist. ]