#henry mchenry x female reader

[desiraypark]

Hello. It's been a while.

Here's a little self-indulgent Henry McHenry smut for you. Do "adult gummies" make anyone else horny? Just me? Okay. Well, this idea came to me when I was high and of course, horny.

Fun Fact - it was almost Sackler x Reader.

Content Warnings: Smut, Reader is high and Henry is sober. There are implications that Henry has some "dark" energy but there's nothing dark or triggering in this.

Okay, bye!

A long, hard day deserved an evening in which time slowed down. The plan was to go home, take a bite of something nice, have a nap, and catch a ride to Henry's show. The crowded city would be of no disturbance to you because you'd be relaxed and moving on your own time. Fluid and still, at once.

However, you woke up to rain, thunder, and darkness. Lightning illuminated the sky. But the darkness stood over you. You jumped awake. It wasn't the clap of thunder that yanked you from your sleep. It was the presence.

"You didn't come..." he said.

You tried to rise from the bed--the singular cashmere blanket fell down revealing your breasts--but your own body smacked you back down. Oh, right.

You felt your blood pump in your veins--rushing through your body like a hurricane. The chaotic heavens sounded like they were five feet away from you. The bedroom's usual scent of wood and a sugary plug-in fragrance was heightened. And Henry smelled like rain and trouble.

"I'm sorry. I overslept," you responded.

His eyes scanned your body. Without a word, he turned around and walked into the bathroom.

The THC made every inch of your body pump.

Every inch.

You didn't notice until Henry went into the bathroom.

Your nipples were suddenly erect--your pussy throbbed. This always happened when you ate one of those gummies. Sometimes, you wondered if you partook just for this reason.

Your eyes closed again. You heard the shower water run, then, everything went black again.

Cold air hit your body.

"I looked everywhere for you," a voice boomed above you. Your eyes popped open again. "I couldn't see beyond the footlights, but I still looked for your silhouette."

Your blanket was gone. Henry straddled you, held your face with one hand, and trailed his tongue down your cheek before meeting your lips with a kiss.

"I--" you started. Peck.

"I--"

Kiss. You bent your knee so that your foot was flat on the bed--leg elevated, making more room for him.

"I didn't mean to sleep so long..."

"Mmm..." Henry growled before planting his lips against yours again. His hand left your face and slid down your neck, over your chest, and over your breast. He cupped the flesh in his hand, and you bent your knee more--pulling your foot back further.

"I even searched the balcony..." he said. He pulled his face from yours and dipped over your chest--taking your nipple into his mouth. A chill went down your spine and a gasp left your lips.

"I didn't know me being there meant so much to you," you said.

"It always does," he said--the clearest sentence he'd formed all night.

"I'm s--"

"Shh..." he whispered, before sucking at your nipple and switching to the next. Your heavy head fell deeper into the pillow as Henry devoured your breasts. Then, that one hand made another journey down your body--sliding across your belly, then gripping your raised knee. It rested there as he sucked on your nipple. Then, it made its move down your thigh, over your mound--and with a bite to your areola, he slid three fingers inside of you.

"Fuck..." you whispered.

Henry continued licking and sucking at your breasts as the pads of his fingers rubbed your velvety interior. The sloppy sound of your wetness nearly echoed throughout the room. You were certain that you could feel Henry's fingerprints being embedded upon your walls. But you needed more. Immediately.

You ran your fingers in his hair and whispered toward his ear...

"Fuck me..."

That was all he needed. There was no teasing. No question of if you deserved it after missing his show.

Henry pulled himself away from you, stood over the bed, and peeled his robe away. The robe fell to the floor with a whoosh--sending the faded scent of fabric sheets through your nostrils. He scanned your naked body again as he tugged at his cock. Then, he dropped one knee onto the bed to lean over you again. As he gripped his dick, he rubbed his fingers over your clit.

You opened your legs wider for him. Anxious. Your clitoris pulsed and your cunt ached to be filled. Hard enough, Henry climbed on top of you, grabbed you by the sides of your knees, and pulled you closer to him.

Finally, you felt your body opening. Henry slowly pushed himself inside--filling you with every inch before resting his body against yours. His pecs initially felt cool against your breasts, then, the coolness immediately turned to warmth--his body still somewhat moist from the shower.

With every push in and every drag out--you felt every part of him. Every vein, every twitch--that separation between his head and his shaft. Everything. You almost wanted to cry, he felt so good. He completed you so much.

"Let me on top," you whispered.

Somehow, the two of you reversed your positions. You fought against your high--and the internal battle put a smile on your face. Entering a "goofy" stage, perhaps. Mischievous. You knew something that he didn't know--and it made you chuckle inside.

You bit your lip and rested your hands on his torso--preparing yourself as you lowered on his length. Your eyes rolled back and the tip of his cock nudged your cervix. You knew it would hurt the next day, but right now, the foreign chemical in your brain whispered:

"Let it hurt...let it hurt...hurts so good...let it hurt..."

Henry rested his hands on your thighs as you rode him. His eyes traveled your body--your face. Your eyes were closed, a soft smile still painted on your face. Then, he smiled.

"Are you high?" he asked, his voice low and soft.

Teeth appeared behind your smile. "Yeah..."

You fell forward, smashing your chest against his as you lifted your hips and dropped them back down--repeating the act in slow motion. Suddenly, his hands slid up your backside and rested on your waist.

"Mmm..." he growled again. His fingers slipped down onto your hips, and he pressed them deep into your flesh. His body lifted beneath you--and he pushed deep, deep, deep inside of you, making you gasp and grip the pillow behind you.

His voice commanding, but soft. Like a lustful demon, he whispered in your ear, "Stay like this."

You gripped the pillow tighter and whimpered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pinned your body against his. His little bird had flown too...high.

But no worries.

He'd get you back down again.

[paterson-blue]

The Night, The Flame

Summary: You come home to an unexpected visitor.

Word Count: 2,114

Warnings: femme!reader, sub!reader, dom!Henry, pussy eating, pussy worship, cigarette smoking (y'all already know lmao), degradation, edging, overstimulation, brief mention of consensual somnophilia, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, kinda dub-con if you squint I guess, possessive!Henry, insecure!Henry because it's me & I have to do that shit-- fuck, I think that's all, but let me know if I need to add anything else!

A/N: Uhm. Cannes. That is all.

Your apartment is dark and silent when you arrive home. It’s late, and after a night out with your friends, all you’re thinking about is a shower and straight to bed. You don’t notice that things are a little off—the door to the coat closet slightly ajar, a half empty glass sitting abandoned on the kitchen island, the small decorative glass ashtray usually kept on the coffee table missing.

You don’t notice until you spy movement from the corner of your eye, out on the balcony. Your heart leaps into your throat for a brief moment as you freeze in place, but then a split second later you recognize the lean silhouette, as well as the tell-tale orange glow of a cigarette.

Henry.

You sigh in relief, and just a little bit of annoyance that he’s startled you. You hadn’t been expecting him. Walking over to the sliding glass door, you open it up to peek your head out at him. He’s sitting in one of the patio chairs, long legs resting on the balcony’s edge as he overlooks the view of the city. He’s wearing nothing but a tight pair of black boxer briefs, wavy hair blowing in the slight breeze; you wonder, idly, where the rest of his clothes are.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming over,” you finally say when he fails to acknowledge you. He takes another deep drag of his cigarette before reaching one long sinewy arm out towards the patio table, where the ashtray sat. He taps off the excess ash; you notice that the little container is already half full. How long has he been here?

“How did you get in?” you ask, not quite knowing what else to say.

He hums, the sound low and quiet; still doesn’t look at you. “You gave me a key.”

You blink, but then—yeah. You had given him a key. A “just in case” key he hadn’t wanted to take. Just in case what? he’d asked, making a face at the object like it offended him. You hadn’t really had an answer. Just in case you want to see me. Just in case you need me. Just in case you want something more than this.

Henry had been giving you the best orgasms of your life for four months straight, but the man was so broody and flighty that you didn’t dare bring up a relationship. Didn’t dare ask him to stay. The only outcome would be disaster, this you knew. So, instead, you’d said: in case you’re antsy after a show and want to come fuck me while I’m asleep. And oh, how his eyes had gone dark and hungry.

He’d taken the key.

But, of course, you’ve forgotten about that. Because it’s been two months since then and he hadn’t used it once (at least, that you’re aware of, and doesn’t that send heat down your spine?)

You stand there for a moment, watching him smoke; somewhere in the distance a police siren cuts through the low hum of night time traffic. Henry stabs the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray and promptly lights up another, the flame momentarily bathing his face in light. A deep breath, then he’s leaning his head back, letting smoke curl up towards the heavens. His dark hair falls over his slim shoulders, ones you knew were decorated with freckles you couldn’t see.

Why was he here? What did he want? You try to think, to remember if he told you something about tonight—he’d had a show. A new set of some sort, a new venue. And now here he was, three in the morning, half naked and chain smoking on your balcony. Your gaze traces over his form, recognizing the tension in his jaw, his back.

“Bad night?” you ask softly, gently. You want to reach out and caress him, to soothe him, but you aren’t sure if it will cause him to flee. You compromise your urge by moving closer, but not too close, settling in your own chair across from him. He doesn’t answer but at this point you don’t expect him to—he was in one of his moods. You gaze out at the cityscape with him, waiting for him to finish, for his inevitable leaving. Maybe he’d just needed a place to clear his head.

After a while you feel yourself starting to get a little sleepy—you’re beginning to consider grabbing that shower and telling him to let himself out when he’s done with whatever it is that he’s doing—when he stands. You jerk your head over to look up at him, arching a brow in question. He brings his cigarette up to his plush lips, studying you, eyes dark and wild. It makes you feel cornered; makes you feel like prey.

Henry always seems to have this effect on you.

Silently, he grabs the throw pillow he’d been reclining against, and then leans down to stub out the rest of his cig. You track the movement, watching the soft glow of the embers scatter close to his large fingers. There’s a brief moment of suspense where neither of you move, blink, breathe—and then he’s stalking towards you, a lion going after it’s kill.

He tosses the pillow onto the concrete floor in front of you, and then he’s kneeling on top of it, right between your legs. You feel your face start to flush, and you instinctively press your thighs together as you look around furtively. “Henry.” Your voice trembles, breathless already; he hasn’t taken those eyes off of you. “Henry, don’t.”

He ignores your warning, strong hands gliding up your calves and under your dress, gripping your thighs and prying them open. You gawk at him, but he’s not focused on your face, not anymore.

“Henry, someone will see.” You try again, pushing against his grip; he pushes right back, keeping your legs spread for him. His eyes roam over the sheer white lace of your underwear, and his lip curls up into something akin to a sneer.

“What’s this? Hoping you’d find someone to show these to tonight?” His fingers press into your skin as if to accentuate his words. You frown at him, and start to speak, to tell him no and to stop being an asshole. You don’t get the words out. Anything you’re about to say flies out of your brain when he presses his face between your legs, planting his mouth over as much of your cunt as possible.

You squirm in your seat, letting out a little whine. He works his jaw, sucking on you through your underwear, and you know the fabric will be sopping wet in no time with how messy he’s being, letting the lace capture his saliva. He presses his nose right up against your clit—inhales deeply and lets out a low groan. It’s possessive. Your heart feels like it might beat out of your chest.

“Fuck, Henry—“ you curse, moaning softly when he rubs that stupid perfect nose up and down, up and down, taking his damn time, his breath hot where it fans out against your skin. “L-Let’s go inside, please?”

He bites the inside of your thigh in response, and then suddenly he’s wrenching your underwear down your legs. He tosses them over his shoulder and you yelp when they go over the side of the balcony.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you snap at him, but then he’s shoving your legs up and back until your knees hook over the arms of the chair you’re in. When he looks up at you his eyes are ablaze, his hands pressing at the backs of your thighs, his big thumbs opening your pussy to the cool night air.

“You’re gonna sit right here and let me taste you.” His tone is dark and demanding, and you look down at him in disbelief. Your mouth opens to say something—anything—but then he’s yanking your forward by your ass and burying his face into your pussy. He doesn’t start out slow; apparently, that’s not the mood he’s in tonight. Instead, he shoves his tongue into you as deep as he can, rubbing his nose against your clit—and even still, he’s grabbing at you so hard you think he’s trying to get deeper.

You clench around him and he moans, moving to suck messily at your folds. You’re hyper aware of how fucking noisy it is, the way he’s eating you—slurping at you—and your face feels like it’s on fucking fire. Christ, what if one of your neighbors heard? What if they saw? You clutch a hand into his hair, hips rolling up into his mouth without your permission.

Henry seals his mouth over your clit and sucks hard, tongue beating out an insistent pattern against the bundle of nerves. You gasp, wriggling against him, and he just holds you even tighter, nose pressing into your pubic bone in a way that surely can’t be comfortable.

“Oh shit.” You whisper, voice breaking as you try to stay quiet. You’re already close, somehow, just on the edge, thighs trembling—and he fucking knows it. He fucking knows it because he stops that gorgeous rhythm, presses his tongue back inside and groans at the taste. He starts the process all over again and you’ve never hated him more.

He does the whole thing twice more before you’re making incessant, involuntary little noises, still making a futile attempt to stay quiet. Henry looks up at you as he circles your clit with the hard point of his tongue and for some reason that’s what does it. You clap a hand over your mouth as you cry out, the noise close to a sob. He’s snatching your hand away in an instant, his fingers wrapping all the way around your wrist, holding it tight.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ muffle yourself. What the fuck’s your problem, huh? Don’t want anyone to hear what a little slut you are? Don’t want anyone to know how good I make you feel?” He’s speaking loudly, voice carrying into the night. He grabs your other wrist, holding them both and squeezing so hard you think they might bruise. “You fuckin’ ashamed of me?”

That seems to cut through the haze in your brain, and you manage to shake your head at him, holding his gaze. Of course you weren’t ashamed of him. Why would he think that? Henry seems to flounder for a brief moment, as if he hadn’t expected those particular words to come out of his mouth. But then he lets out a growl, and he’s leaning forward, spitting right onto your pussy.

You gasp, clit throbbing as you feel the liquid trail over your skin. Henry uses the index and middle digits of his free hand to push his saliva into you, his fingers following as he stretches you out deep, deep inside. When he looks up at you he’s composed himself, back to his normal guise of control. “Let them hear,” he snaps, “I want them to hear.”

He gives no warning before he’s setting a frantic pace with his fingers, fucking you with them harshly. You let out a shaky cry, and he gives you a sharp grin.

“Louder.” He demands, his own voice rising in volume. “Scream my fuckin’ name.”

You do, you do, lost to the merciless pace of his fingers inside you, to the wet squelch of your cunt as he hammers your g-spot. You can’t escape his touch, can’t escape the intensity of his gaze as you cum all over his hand. Henry fucking laughs, the sound ringing out over everything else. “Listen to that sloppy pussy. You’re gonna bounce on my cock right here until I fill it with cum, and then I’m gonna fuck you again over the railing. You’re mine.”

He doesn’t stop, even when you sob out from overstimulation, body shaking with it. Your cunt grips his fingers like a vice, and he lowers his mouth to your clit just in time to bring you to a quick second orgasm. Your thighs close around his head as you scream for him, just like he wanted—you don’t even recognize the sounds you’re making.

When your legs finally fall back open to release him, Henry pulls his fingers from you into his mouth, sucking at them as his dark eyes stay trained on your slick folds. You’re panting loudly, all pretense of politeness forgotten as you focus on him. He reaches out to brush a feather light touch over your pussy, humming low in his chest when you twitch for him. “Pretty thing. I bet my cock’s gonna slip right in.”

You bet it will, too.

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The Forever Bite [drabble] {vampire!Henry McHenry x Reader}

anonymous, for spooky sunday:

Vampire Henry biting you while he fucks you so he can keep you forever 😍😍😍

oh yes, yes to all of this! I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not very well-versed in vampires since I don’t really write them. but, I tried to research and do my best with it :)

warnings: smut. biting. possessive-ish behavior.

(possible) tw’s: vampire stuff. descriptions of blood.

word count: 463

Shuck-shuck-shuck.

The headboard slams against the wall as Henry’s hips swiftly drill into you, skin smacking together with a lewd squelch. He’s looking down at you with a fierce snarl, pearly white fangs shining in the low glow of the moonlight.

“You’re mine.” He growls, hand wrapping around your throat. “Say it.”

You nod in agreement, gasping softly. “I’m yours, Henry.”

His hand pulls away from your neck, but his fingers remain, trailing over the taut flesh. He pushes against the veins, the tendons, groaning softly. 

“Your blood must taste so sweet, my lover.”

Your eyes widen at his comment, seeing the way he licks his sharp fangs. He’s thirsty, you know it.

“H-Henry--”

“Let me bite you, please. I’ll make you mine forever, Y/N. It’d be so easy to just...” His fangs gently press into the skin on the curve of your shoulder. “Sink my teeth in, taste your delicious blood. God, I can smell it through your skin, your veins, just begging to be set free. Begging to be drank by me.”

You whimper, back arching instinctively, hands in his long black hair.  “I...I don’t know.”

He’s close, now, the thought of sinking his fangs into your flesh getting him even more riled up than he ever imagined it would.

“There’s a c-chance you won’t become a vampire.” He breathes, fucking you harder. “And even if you do become one, you’ll get to live forever with me, be mine for the rest of eternity.”

You give it a thought as you reach down, clit tender when you begin to rub it. You bring yourself to a quick but pleasurable climax, and in your dopey state of mind, you look up at him with a wild expression in your eyes.

“D-Do it, Henry.”

Henry grins, quickly bending down to sink his fangs into your skin, groaning at the first taste of your sweet blood. His orgasm comes only seconds later, drinking your blood as he buries his load deep in your cunt.

You let out a loud yelp at the initial pain of bite, but the pain quickly settles and you feel your body relax slightly. Nothing feels any different as he takes a drink from your veins before pulling away, lapping at the skin he’s just abused. 

When he finally pulls away after a minute or so, he immediately kisses you,, keeping you in a tender embrace.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asks, looking into your eyes for any signs of transformation. “Normal? Different?”

Nodding, you smile, reaching up to caress his cheek. “Yes, I feel fine, Henry. I feel completely normal.”

His lips pull up into a small smile and he plants a kiss on the tip of your nose, which makes you giggle softly.

“Good, I’m glad.”

[glassbxttless]

So I’m a slut for Palaye Royale and they released a song this weekend that inspired this one fucking monstrosity from my brain. Enjoy!

Henry McHenry x Reader

Word Count: 1,124

Warnings: drug use (cocaine), oral f receiving, PIV sex, mentions of murder, tobacco use

The creeps are crawling up to the doorways, they're dying to find out what's inside. The creeps are always posting their photos, to show off what they're lacking inside.

Cameras are flashing, there’s a hand on the small of your back guiding you into the car as quickly as he can. The sounds of every woman lining the front of the club rings in your ears. The weight of Henry’s hand settling onto your thigh as he peeks out of the cracked window with that half grin that you’ve fallen in love with since meeting him earlier in the evening.

Seeing him across the club, sipping on a drink your friends had recommended to you. That same half grin plastered on his features as he cuts across the floor towards you. Welcoming you in with that unmistakable LA charm he's exuding. You’ll only know him for the night, but the night is better than never at all.

He offered you a drink, his lips trailed from your shoulder to under your jaw— making sure you know he wants to take you home tonight. You’re his love for the evening. More so than the girls he showed up with, more so than the girls trying to catch his attention at the bar, on the dance floor, in the line to the bathroom. He’s got more suitors hanging onto him than you’ve ever seen a man pull. But when he whispers, “gonna be remembering my name.” you all but melt into a pliant putty in his hands. Your hips grinding back against his on the dance floor, his breathing hard and ragged in his chest. Just as much as the ridge in his slacks.

And you are sitting in his car with him. While you’re popping the top on a bottle of champagne he’d handed over, he’s reaching into his jacket for a little plastic bag of white powder. He smiles, looking over the exposed skin of your back through the cutout of your dress. Your heart is racing and he’s peeking down the cutout to glance at the tiny bit of your ass peeking out. Uncovered by the underwear that’s now stuffed in his jacket pocket from your early endeavors at the booth. You’re pouring champagne into the glasses he’d had waiting here for you both. For whoever he took home tonight.

He’s smiling as he pushes you forward a little, “sit still.” He chuckles, quickly cutting a line against your skin. You can hear the quiet sniffing behind you, the tip of the tongue that hits your skin. You can feel the wetness beginning to pool between your thighs, when his lips are pressing up your spine as he lets out a sigh in relief. A happy noise you’ll remember for at least the night.

When you’re sitting back up, handing him his own glass of champagne, his lips are meeting yours, a hand cupping the entirety of your throat. You’ve missed another’s touch. You’ve needed him more than you realized. The way his tongue glides against yours creates such a spark in your body, you can’t help but want more. His hand is leaving your throat, climbing down your body and settling on your thigh. And you’re wanting to count the streets until you’re back at your hotel. Your heart is racing. His heart is racing. His eyes are blown wide, his smile big and loving.

You’re stumbling into your hotel room after ten more minutes. Hands are fumbling with clothing. He’s trying his hardest to slink you out of that dress. His hands are full of your skin, kneading and pulling and pushing each cheek of that pillowy ass. Your body is pressed tight against yours as he lays you back against your bed. When he starts kissing down your bare body, pushing your thighs apart, your breath hitches. He blows gently against your core, arms wrapping around your thighs as he pulls you towards his face. He’s crouching at the end of the bed only in his slacks. His shirt is gone, his chest is heaving as he trails his tongue through the folds of your labia. He’s doting on your taste, lingering in the sense of you. The way your panties are still tucked in his jacket pocket and he decides that taking them won’t hurt. You’ve got enough of them anyway.

Your fingers are squeezing at your own breasts, breathing tight and hot as he works his tongue into you— back out of you— up to your clit. He’s working you over and over and you feel yourself coming closer and closer. And when you’re cumming on his tongue, he takes his time to remember your taste. He takes a moment to take the sight of you in as he unbuckles his belt, sliding his own slacks off of his body. You hear the sounds of a condom tearing open as you roll onto your stomach, pressing your ass up high. He’s settling behind you, rolling the condom on, smacking a hot red print of his hand onto your right ass cheek. “God you’re beautiful.” He mumbles. The way his high is coursing through his veins does the trick for him. He’s hard enough to fuck you all night long.

And when he pushes into you, adjusting your hips up and holding onto you tightly— he feels you squeezing around him. The way he absolutely loves. He’s thrusting into you, hard and fast. You don’t know if you can even remember your own name. Your heart is pounding. He’s snaking one of his hands around you to rub at your clit as he pulls you back onto his cock. “Feel good, angel?” He mumbles, another quick kiss to your spine. He would say just about anything to get you to cum again, to feel you squeeze every drop out of him. And when your body begins to shake, he can feel the same pit coiling up in his belly, his balls drawing up as he shoots rope after rope into the condom. You’re squeezing around him, tumbling off into your own orgasm consequently.

You spend the evening, sharing cigarettes and stories of Los Angeles. You hear about the woman he’s falling in love with and you tell him about the coworker that holds your heart in his hands. The night is ending, sleep is creeping in. You can hardly keep yourself awake. You find him gone the morning after, not even so much as a note left— and it doesn’t bother you, not until the years after. When you recognize that pretty face on the news for murdering his wife in a cold sweat.

And you start to think, there really is no such thing as love in LA.

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Welcome to the dumpster fire! I was wondering which characters you write? Please tag me in everything! I especially love Jacques, Flip, Clyde, and Kylo!

Hi, Shannon!! Thank you for the welcome! I am planning on mostly writing for: Kylo Ren, Clyde Logan, Charlie Barber, Paterson, and Flip Zimmerman.

I will also, occasionally, write for: Jacques Le Gris, Adam Sackler, Maurizio Gucci, Jamie Massey, Phillip Altman, Toby Grummett, Ronnie Peterson, and possibly Henry McHenry once I see “Annette”!

I will also write some female characters x reader (such as Rey or Princess Leia!)

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Dreamscape*

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A Night at Home*

Rick Smolan x SoftDomme!Reader

1.1k

Father Francisco Garupe (Francis)

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Francis Garupe x afab!plus size!Reader

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[safarigirlsp]

✨Masterlist✨

Writing requests are currently closed. However, thoughts and ideas are always welcome! Please send your ideas my way and if something sparks with me, I’ll write a oneshot with it! Please read below the cut for information on characters I’ll write and themes I will not write.

Special attention given to AU concepts, Adventure, Action, Winter, Autumn, Fall, Spooky, Horror, and Halloween related requests.

My masterlist is also below the cut.

Go wild!

Side blogs @its-knight-time​ @when-witches-go-riding​ @lady-legris​​

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I would like to thank everyone who has encouraged me to write things for them and to those who have shared the things I have written. I honestly have no idea why people have requested things from me, but I’m very thankful and flattered that you have. Please review the following information regarding requests and content.

In most cases, I am personally only interested in ideas that I can turn into actual stories as opposed to single scenes or vignettes. 

I write for the following characters:

- Jacques Le Gris

- Commander Nicholas Mills

- Flip Zimmerman

- Kylo Ren - AU’s Only

- Clyde Logan - by Special Request Only

- Henry McHenry - by Special Request Only

- Pale - by Special Request Only

- Charlie Barber - by Special Request Only

- AU requests welcome and encouraged

- Dark!Fic requests welcome and encouraged

- All of my RC’s and OC’s are female.

- In my stories I routinely kill and torment the other characters from the universes of the men I write for. Specifically including Margueritte, Rey, etc. If this bothers you, steer clear of my stories. Everything I write is buyer beware for murder and mayhem.

- ALL of my stories are intended only for a mature 18+ audience. Minors and sensitive readers, stay away. You have no business here.

- A note on graphics/headers/moodboards. Although I try very hard to make RC’s as physically vague as possible, I make moodboards and headers for myself. I hope that everyone is able to picture themselves as my RC’s, and like everyone, I too do the same and picture myself when I read and write. I understand if this makes a story unappealing to some readers, and if this is the case, please pass on my stories. I make graphics exclusively for myself and to please myself. Images of women in graphics are not representative of how an RC is described or portrayed in my stories.

Below are some things that I shall not write. I will preface this by saying that I am quite impossible to offend, and I will happily discuss any ideas or concepts with you. I also enjoy reading some content with the following themes from some of my favorite writers, and it is not uncommon that other writers’ content that involves these themes will appear on my blog. However, writing requires an investment of time, so I will not be writing my own content on these themes because they are less appealing to me personally.

The following topics, themes, and kinks are those for which I will not be accepting requests:

- Cheating/Infidelity

- Breakups

- Heavy Degradation

- Daddy Kink

- Underage Content and/or ‘Young Love’ Content and/or AU’s

- Kid Fics

- Threesomes

- Pegging and/or Anal Play of any kind

- Overly Submissive/Subby male characters (Please note, this is VERY different from a dominant woman taking charge and/or a man loving a powerful woman and pleasing her the way she wants. I am very very into that dynamic!)

- Anything involving kids, minors, or animals.

- Sad and/or Downer Endings (Angst is perfectly fine and something I enjoy, but expect a happy ending or at least some closure)

- Main Character Death

- Character Ships of any kind. I do not ship any character with any other character in any fandom at any time. 

If anyone wishes to message me or discuss anything with me, please always feel free.

As stated above, I LOVE anything and everything related to Adventure, Action, Autumn, Horror, Halloween and all related themes.

My Masterlist:

Jacques Le Gris:

Wargrave Hall - Victorian Jacques Le Gris x OC Eleanor

A Lady Worth Fighting For - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Witchcraft on Your Lips - Modern Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Sinners Welcome - Exorcist Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

Live Deliciously - Salem Jacques Le Gris x Witch Reader

Here There Be Monsters - Pirate Captain Jacques Le Gris x Reader

A Comedy of Eros - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

A Lecture on Love - Adventurer Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Satan Wears Burberry - Fashion Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Encore - Adventurer Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Extraction - Major Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

Drink of Me - Vampire Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

Make A Wish - Vampire Jacques Le Gris x Vampire Hunter Reader

A Fox in the Henhouse - Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

A Sharpened Wit - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

The Hunt - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Lover - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Joyeux Noel - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Mistletoe - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire - Hogwarts Jacques Le Gris x OC

Dashing through the Snow - Hogwarts Jacques Le Gris x OC

I Put A Spell On You - Hogwarts Jacques Le Gris x OC

The Black Forest - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Belle Avocate - Vampire Jacques x Lawyer Reader

General HC’s

Romantic HC’s

Random HCs

Zodiac Signs

Commander Nicholas Mills:

Maneater - Commander Mills x Lawyer Reader (Jurassic Park AU)

Level Ten - Commander Mills x Reader  

Dynamite - Stuntman Mills x Reader, Gunfighter Flip x Reader

The First Christmas on Earth - Commander Mills x Reader

Bah Humbug - Flip Zimmerman x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader, Charlie Barber x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader, Henry McHenry x Reader, Jacques Le Gris x Reader, Commander Mills x Reader

Dark Mills HCs

Random HCs

Zodiac Signs

Flip Zimmerman:

The Boss - Gunfighter Flip x Reader

Ghost Town - Gunfighter Flip x Reader

The Devil Went Down To Dodge City - Gunfighter Flip x Devil OC

Santa’s Little Helper - Gunfighter Flip x Reader

Queen of Hearts - Gunfighter Flip x Reader

Bad Moon Risin’ - Werewolf Flip x Lawyer Reader

The Case of the Colorado Cannibal - Flip Zimmerman x Lawyer Reader

Road Trip - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Off with A Bang!  - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Knockout - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Happy Fuckin’ Birthday - Flip Zimmerman x Lawyer Reader

Spring Break, Colorado Style - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Nice Until Proven Naughty - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Howlin’ for You - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Flip vs Cupid - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Roses are Red - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Everything A Big Bad Wolf Could Want - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Bah Humbug - Flip Zimmerman x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader, Charlie Barber x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader, Henry McHenry x Reader, Jacques Le Gris x Reader, Commander Mills x Reader

Timeless - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Disturbin’ the Peace - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Shootin’ Gallery - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Fixer Upper - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Amateur Hour - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Holiday Heist - Flip Zimmerman x Reader + Clyde Logan

Sunshine, Sand, and Sharks - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Hit on Me - FBI Agent Flip x Professional Killer Reader

No Plaid Today - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Here Kitty, Kitty - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Dynamite - Stuntman Mills x Reader, Gunfighter Flip x Reader

The Devil Made Me Do It - Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Devil Kylo Ren

Play by My Rules - Flip Zimmerman x Reader Dark!Fic

Nobody Does it Better - Flip Zimmerman x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader Dark!Fic

Chase Me - Flip Zimmerman x Reader Collaboration with SydneysSmut

Guilty HC’s - Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Gunfighter Flip Knows He’s in Love

Adventurer Flip Teaser

Random HCs

Zodiac Signs

Kylo Ren:

Kylo the Malevolent - Victorian Magician Kylo x Magician Reader

Fortune Favors the Bold - Hitman Kylo x Reader

Bloody Valentine - Hitman Kylo x Reader

The Witch - Knight Kylo x Witch Reader

Krampusnacht - Knight Kylo x Reader

Heart Shaped Box - Knight Kylo x Reader

Outrun the Devil - Lawyer Kylo x Reader

Love & War - Regency Kylo x Reader

The Beast - Vampire Kylo Ren x Reader

Music of the Night - Victorian Kylo Ren x Reader

Highway to Hell - Devil Kylo x Reader collaboration with @babbushka

Is Your Soul for Sale? Part I - Vampire Kylo x Reader Dark!Fic

Is Your Soul for Sale? Part II Masquerade - Vampire Kylo x Reader

The Devil Made Me Do It - Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Devil Kylo Ren

Bah Humbug - Flip Zimmerman x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader, Charlie Barber x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader, Henry McHenry x Reader, Jacques Le Gris x Reader, Commander Mills x Reader

A Dance with the Devil - Victorian Kylo x Reader

Forever - Vampire Kylo x Reader

Feathers - Guardian Angel Kylo x Reader

Wrecked- Kylo Ren x Reader

Cinderella HC’s - Kylo Ren x Reader

Regency Kylo being Shamelessly in Love

Zodiac Signs

Ben Solo:

Mirror, Mirror - Modern Ben Solo x Reader Dark!Fic

Clyde Logan:

The Number One Rule - Clyde Logan x Reader

Boone County Brunch - Clyde Logan x Reader

Spooky Little Girl Like You - Clyde Logan x Reader

Winter Warmth - Clyde Logan x Reader

Peach - Clyde Logan x Reader

The Trade - Civil War Major Clyde x Reader

Fireworks - Civil War Major Clyde x Reader

Wet Work - Clyde Logan x Reader Dark!Fic

Holiday Heist - Flip Zimmerman x Reader + Clyde Logan

Pumpkin Spice - Clyde Logan x Reader Collaboration with SydneysSmut

Just Perfect HC’s - Clyde Logan x Reader

Charlie Barber:

Spectral Evidence - Salem Witch Trials Charlie x Reader

Savor Each Sensation - Charlie Barber x Reader

Rehearsal - Charlie Barber x Reader

Tricks before Treats - Charlie Barber x Reader Collaboration with SydneysSmut

Something Sweet - Charlie Barber x Reader Collaboration with SydneysSmut

Rehearsal - Charlie Barber x Reader Collaboration with SydneysSmut

A Second Chance at A First Impression - Charlie Barber x Reader

Charlie’s Muse HC’s - Charlie Barber x Reader

Pale:

Snow Bunny - Pale x Reader

Feels Like Christmas Morning - Pale x Reader

Dinner and A Show - Pale x Reader

Henry McHenry:

A Midsommar Night’s Dream - Henry McHenry x Reader

Carnival - Henry McHenry x Reader

Dan:

The Invisible Man - Dan Jones x Reader

Crossover Fics:

Bah Humbug - Flip Zimmerman x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader, Charlie Barber x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader, Henry McHenry x Reader, Jacques Le Gris x Reader, Commander Mills x Reader

Bah Humbug - Flip ZImmerman x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader, Charlie Barber x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader

Dynamite - Stuntman Mills x Reader, Gunfighter Flip x Reader

The Devil Made Me Do It - Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Devil Kylo Ren

Holiday Heist - Flip Zimmerman x Reader + Clyde Logan

No Body Does it Better - Flip Zimmerman x Reader, Clyde Logan x Reader Dark!Fic

HC’s for All the Guys:

Zodiac Signs

Christmas HC’s

Fragrances HC’s

HC’s for gifting all the Guys boudoir pictures

Olympics HC’s

HC’s for all the Guys comforting you

HC’s for being Snowed in and Quarantined with the Guys

HC’s for the Guys singing karaoke and singing to you

HC’s for Valentine’s Day Dinner with the Guys

Dominant HC’s

Seasons HC’s - Flip, Clyde

Seasons HC’s - Kylo, Charlie, Pale

Seasons HC’s - Jacques Le Gris, Henry

FMK

Period Humor

Favorite Graphics

Holiday Specials:

Halloween Ship Blurbs

Halloween Fic Recap 2022

Halloween Fic Recap 2021

Halloween Fic Recap 2020

Halloween Request Info

Winter & Christmas Fics 2021

Winter/Holiday Fic Recap 2020

Winter/Holiday Request Info

Valentine’s Day Fics 2022

Valentine’s Day Fic Recap 2021

Horrible Valentines

Summer Lovin’ Fics

Wicked Fairytales

2021 Year End Review

2022 Year End Review

Birthday Bash & 1500 Follower Celebration Fic Recap

Resource Lists & Recommendations:

Knight Fics

Western Fics

Halloween Fics

Valentine’s Day & Romantic Fics

Winter & Holiday Fics

Skiing and Snowball Fights Fics

Summer Lovin’ Fics

Potterverse Fics

My Favorite AUs

Devil, Demon, Vampire, Occult Fics

The Great Outdoors Fics

Exhibitionist and Related Fics

Submissive Flip Fics

Sackler Fics

AO3 Links for Writers

Resources for Writers

Prompt Masterlist

Halloween Edits

Halloween Edits 2

Valentine Edits

PS. Don’t mind my saved icons. I lose everything unless it’s pinned due to who I am as a person. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[roanniom]

DESI THIS TOOK ME OUT!!!!

I HAVE TO GO TO WORK NOW OMG!

Hello. It's been a while.

Here's a little self-indulgent Henry McHenry smut for you. Do "adult gummies" make anyone else horny? Just me? Okay. Well, this idea came to me when I was high and of course, horny.

Fun Fact - it was almost Sackler x Reader.

Content Warnings: Smut, Reader is high and Henry is sober. There are implications that Henry has some "dark" energy but there's nothing dark or triggering in this.

Okay, bye!

A long, hard day deserved an evening in which time slowed down. The plan was to go home, take a bite of something nice, have a nap, and catch a ride to Henry's show. The crowded city would be of no disturbance to you because you'd be relaxed and moving on your own time. Fluid and still, at once.

However, you woke up to rain, thunder, and darkness. Lightning illuminated the sky. But the darkness stood over you. You jumped awake. It wasn't the clap of thunder that yanked you from your sleep. It was the presence.

"You didn't come..." he said.

You tried to rise from the bed--the singular cashmere blanket fell down revealing your breasts--but your own body smacked you back down. Oh, right.

You felt your blood pump in your veins--rushing through your body like a hurricane. The chaotic heavens sounded like they were five feet away from you. The bedroom's usual scent of wood and a sugary plug-in fragrance was heightened. And Henry smelled like rain and trouble.

"I'm sorry. I overslept," you responded.

His eyes scanned your body. Without a word, he turned around and walked into the bathroom.

The THC made every inch of your body pump.

Every inch.

You didn't notice until Henry went into the bathroom.

Your nipples were suddenly erect--your pussy throbbed. This always happened when you ate one of those gummies. Sometimes, you wondered if you partook just for this reason.

Your eyes closed again. You heard the shower water run, then, everything went black again.

Cold air hit your body.

"I looked everywhere for you," a voice boomed above you. Your eyes popped open again. "I couldn't see beyond the footlights, but I still looked for your silhouette."

Your blanket was gone. Henry straddled you, held your face with one hand, and trailed his tongue down your cheek before meeting your lips with a kiss.

"I--" you started. Peck.

"I--"

Kiss. You bent your knee so that your foot was flat on the bed--leg elevated, making more room for him.

"I didn't mean to sleep so long..."

"Mmm..." Henry growled before planting his lips against yours again. His hand left your face and slid down your neck, over your chest, and over your breast. He cupped the flesh in his hand, and you bent your knee more--pulling your foot back further.

"I even searched the balcony..." he said. He pulled his face from yours and dipped over your chest--taking your nipple into his mouth. A chill went down your spine and a gasp left your lips.

"I didn't know me being there meant so much to you," you said.

"It always does," he said--the clearest sentence he'd formed all night.

"I'm s--"

"Shh..." he whispered, before sucking at your nipple and switching to the next. Your heavy head fell deeper into the pillow as Henry devoured your breasts. Then, that one hand made another journey down your body--sliding across your belly, then gripping your raised knee. It rested there as he sucked on your nipple. Then, it made its move down your thigh, over your mound--and with a bite to your areola, he slid three fingers inside of you.

"Fuck..." you whispered.

Henry continued licking and sucking at your breasts as the pads of his fingers rubbed your velvety interior. The sloppy sound of your wetness nearly echoed throughout the room. You were certain that you could feel Henry's fingerprints being embedded upon your walls. But you needed more. Immediately.

You ran your fingers in his hair and whispered toward his ear...

"Fuck me..."

That was all he needed. There was no teasing. No question of if you deserved it after missing his show.

Henry pulled himself away from you, stood over the bed, and peeled his robe away. The robe fell to the floor with a whoosh--sending the faded scent of fabric sheets through your nostrils. He scanned your naked body again as he tugged at his cock. Then, he dropped one knee onto the bed to lean over you again. As he gripped his dick, he rubbed his fingers over your clit.

You opened your legs wider for him. Anxious. Your clitoris pulsed and your cunt ached to be filled. Hard enough, Henry climbed on top of you, grabbed you by the sides of your knees, and pulled you closer to him.

Finally, you felt your body opening. Henry slowly pushed himself inside--filling you with every inch before resting his body against yours. His pecs initially felt cool against your breasts, then, the coolness immediately turned to warmth--his body still somewhat moist from the shower.

With every push in and every drag out--you felt every part of him. Every vein, every twitch--that separation between his head and his shaft. Everything. You almost wanted to cry, he felt so good. He completed you so much.

"Let me on top," you whispered.

Somehow, the two of you reversed your positions. You fought against your high--and the internal battle put a smile on your face. Entering a "goofy" stage, perhaps. Mischievous. You knew something that he didn't know--and it made you chuckle inside.

You bit your lip and rested your hands on his torso--preparing yourself as you lowered on his length. Your eyes rolled back and the tip of his cock nudged your cervix. You knew it would hurt the next day, but right now, the foreign chemical in your brain whispered:

"Let it hurt...let it hurt...hurts so good...let it hurt..."

Henry rested his hands on your thighs as you rode him. His eyes traveled your body--your face. Your eyes were closed, a soft smile still painted on your face. Then, he smiled.

"Are you high?" he asked, his voice low and soft.

Teeth appeared behind your smile. "Yeah..."

You fell forward, smashing your chest against his as you lifted your hips and dropped them back down--repeating the act in slow motion. Suddenly, his hands slid up your backside and rested on your waist.

"Mmm..." he growled again. His fingers slipped down onto your hips, and he pressed them deep into your flesh. His body lifted beneath you--and he pushed deep, deep, deep inside of you, making you gasp and grip the pillow behind you.

His voice commanding, but soft. Like a lustful demon, he whispered in your ear, "Stay like this."

You gripped the pillow tighter and whimpered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pinned your body against his. His little bird had flown too...high.

But no worries.

He'd get you back down again.

[hopeamarsu]

I need a moment. Whoa.

Hello. It's been a while.

Here's a little self-indulgent Henry McHenry smut for you. Do "adult gummies" make anyone else horny? Just me? Okay. Well, this idea came to me when I was high and of course, horny.

Fun Fact - it was almost Sackler x Reader.

Content Warnings: Smut, Reader is high and Henry is sober. There are implications that Henry has some "dark" energy but there's nothing dark or triggering in this.

Okay, bye!

A long, hard day deserved an evening in which time slowed down. The plan was to go home, take a bite of something nice, have a nap, and catch a ride to Henry's show. The crowded city would be of no disturbance to you because you'd be relaxed and moving on your own time. Fluid and still, at once.

However, you woke up to rain, thunder, and darkness. Lightning illuminated the sky. But the darkness stood over you. You jumped awake. It wasn't the clap of thunder that yanked you from your sleep. It was the presence.

"You didn't come..." he said.

You tried to rise from the bed--the singular cashmere blanket fell down revealing your breasts--but your own body smacked you back down. Oh, right.

You felt your blood pump in your veins--rushing through your body like a hurricane. The chaotic heavens sounded like they were five feet away from you. The bedroom's usual scent of wood and a sugary plug-in fragrance was heightened. And Henry smelled like rain and trouble.

"I'm sorry. I overslept," you responded.

His eyes scanned your body. Without a word, he turned around and walked into the bathroom.

The THC made every inch of your body pump.

Every inch.

You didn't notice until Henry went into the bathroom.

Your nipples were suddenly erect--your pussy throbbed. This always happened when you ate one of those gummies. Sometimes, you wondered if you partook just for this reason.

Your eyes closed again. You heard the shower water run, then, everything went black again.

Cold air hit your body.

"I looked everywhere for you," a voice boomed above you. Your eyes popped open again. "I couldn't see beyond the footlights, but I still looked for your silhouette."

Your blanket was gone. Henry straddled you, held your face with one hand, and trailed his tongue down your cheek before meeting your lips with a kiss.

"I--" you started. Peck.

"I--"

Kiss. You bent your knee so that your foot was flat on the bed--leg elevated, making more room for him.

"I didn't mean to sleep so long..."

"Mmm..." Henry growled before planting his lips against yours again. His hand left your face and slid down your neck, over your chest, and over your breast. He cupped the flesh in his hand, and you bent your knee more--pulling your foot back further.

"I even searched the balcony..." he said. He pulled his face from yours and dipped over your chest--taking your nipple into his mouth. A chill went down your spine and a gasp left your lips.

"I didn't know me being there meant so much to you," you said.

"It always does," he said--the clearest sentence he'd formed all night.

"I'm s--"

"Shh..." he whispered, before sucking at your nipple and switching to the next. Your heavy head fell deeper into the pillow as Henry devoured your breasts. Then, that one hand made another journey down your body--sliding across your belly, then gripping your raised knee. It rested there as he sucked on your nipple. Then, it made its move down your thigh, over your mound--and with a bite to your areola, he slid three fingers inside of you.

"Fuck..." you whispered.

Henry continued licking and sucking at your breasts as the pads of his fingers rubbed your velvety interior. The sloppy sound of your wetness nearly echoed throughout the room. You were certain that you could feel Henry's fingerprints being embedded upon your walls. But you needed more. Immediately.

You ran your fingers in his hair and whispered toward his ear...

"Fuck me..."

That was all he needed. There was no teasing. No question of if you deserved it after missing his show.

Henry pulled himself away from you, stood over the bed, and peeled his robe away. The robe fell to the floor with a whoosh--sending the faded scent of fabric sheets through your nostrils. He scanned your naked body again as he tugged at his cock. Then, he dropped one knee onto the bed to lean over you again. As he gripped his dick, he rubbed his fingers over your clit.

You opened your legs wider for him. Anxious. Your clitoris pulsed and your cunt ached to be filled. Hard enough, Henry climbed on top of you, grabbed you by the sides of your knees, and pulled you closer to him.

Finally, you felt your body opening. Henry slowly pushed himself inside--filling you with every inch before resting his body against yours. His pecs initially felt cool against your breasts, then, the coolness immediately turned to warmth--his body still somewhat moist from the shower.

With every push in and every drag out--you felt every part of him. Every vein, every twitch--that separation between his head and his shaft. Everything. You almost wanted to cry, he felt so good. He completed you so much.

"Let me on top," you whispered.

Somehow, the two of you reversed your positions. You fought against your high--and the internal battle put a smile on your face. Entering a "goofy" stage, perhaps. Mischievous. You knew something that he didn't know--and it made you chuckle inside.

You bit your lip and rested your hands on his torso--preparing yourself as you lowered on his length. Your eyes rolled back and the tip of his cock nudged your cervix. You knew it would hurt the next day, but right now, the foreign chemical in your brain whispered:

"Let it hurt...let it hurt...hurts so good...let it hurt..."

Henry rested his hands on your thighs as you rode him. His eyes traveled your body--your face. Your eyes were closed, a soft smile still painted on your face. Then, he smiled.

"Are you high?" he asked, his voice low and soft.

Teeth appeared behind your smile. "Yeah..."

You fell forward, smashing your chest against his as you lifted your hips and dropped them back down--repeating the act in slow motion. Suddenly, his hands slid up your backside and rested on your waist.

"Mmm..." he growled again. His fingers slipped down onto your hips, and he pressed them deep into your flesh. His body lifted beneath you--and he pushed deep, deep, deep inside of you, making you gasp and grip the pillow behind you.

His voice commanding, but soft. Like a lustful demon, he whispered in your ear, "Stay like this."

You gripped the pillow tighter and whimpered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pinned your body against his. His little bird had flown too...high.

But no worries.

He'd get you back down again.

[paper-n-ashes]

The Night, The Flame

Summary: You come home to an unexpected visitor.

Word Count: 2,114

Warnings: femme!reader, sub!reader, dom!Henry, pussy eating, pussy worship, cigarette smoking (y'all already know lmao), degradation, edging, overstimulation, brief mention of consensual somnophilia, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, kinda dub-con if you squint I guess (but everything is fully consensual), possessive!Henry, insecure!Henry because it's me & I have to do that shit-- fuck, I think that's all, but let me know if I need to add anything else!

A/N: Uhm. Cannes. That is all.

The usual praise to my one & only beta reader, love of my damn life @paper-n-ashes

Your apartment is dark and silent when you arrive home. It’s late, and after a night out with your friends, all you’re thinking about is a shower and straight to bed. You don’t notice that things are a little off—the door to the coat closet slightly ajar, a half empty glass sitting abandoned on the kitchen island, the small decorative glass ashtray usually kept on the coffee table missing.

You don’t notice until you spy movement from the corner of your eye, out on the balcony. Your heart leaps into your throat for a brief moment as you freeze in place, but then a split second later you recognize the lean silhouette, as well as the tell-tale orange glow of a cigarette.

Henry.

You sigh in relief, and just a little bit of annoyance that he’s startled you. You hadn’t been expecting him. Walking over to the sliding glass door, you open it up to peek your head out at him. He’s sitting in one of the patio chairs, long legs resting on the balcony’s edge as he overlooks the view of the city. He’s wearing nothing but a tight pair of black boxer briefs, wavy hair blowing in the slight breeze; you wonder, idly, where the rest of his clothes are.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming over,” you finally say when he fails to acknowledge you. He takes another deep drag of his cigarette before reaching one long sinewy arm out towards the patio table, where the ashtray sat. He taps off the excess ash; you notice that the little container is already half full. How long has he been here?

“How did you get in?” you ask, not quite knowing what else to say.

He hums, the sound low and quiet; still doesn’t look at you. “You gave me a key.”

You blink, but then—yeah. You had given him a key. A “just in case” key he hadn’t wanted to take. Just in case what? he’d asked, making a face at the object like it offended him. You hadn’t really had an answer. Just in case you want to see me. Just in case you need me. Just in case you want something more than this.

Henry had been giving you the best orgasms of your life for four months straight, but the man was so broody and flighty that you didn’t dare bring up a relationship. Didn’t dare ask him to stay. The only outcome would be disaster, this you knew. So, instead, you’d said: in case you’re antsy after a show and want to come fuck me while I’m asleep. And oh, how his eyes had gone dark and hungry.

He’d taken the key.

But, of course, you’ve forgotten about that. Because it’s been two months since then and he hadn’t used it once (at least, that you’re aware of, and doesn’t that send heat down your spine?)

You stand there for a moment, watching him smoke; somewhere in the distance a police siren cuts through the low hum of night time traffic. Henry stabs the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray and promptly lights up another, the flame momentarily bathing his face in light. A deep breath, then he’s leaning his head back, letting smoke curl up towards the heavens. His dark hair falls over his slim shoulders, ones you knew were decorated with freckles you couldn’t see.

Why was he here? What did he want? You try to think, to remember if he told you something about tonight—he’d had a show. A new set of some sort, a new venue. And now here he was, three in the morning, half naked and chain smoking on your balcony. Your gaze traces over his form, recognizing the tension in his jaw, his back.

“Bad night?” you ask softly, gently. You want to reach out and caress him, to soothe him, but you aren’t sure if it will cause him to flee. You compromise your urge by moving closer, but not too close, settling in your own chair across from him. He doesn’t answer but at this point you don’t expect him to—he was in one of his moods. You gaze out at the cityscape with him, waiting for him to finish, for his inevitable leaving. Maybe he’d just needed a place to clear his head.

After a while you feel yourself starting to get a little sleepy—you’re beginning to consider grabbing that shower and telling him to let himself out when he’s done with whatever it is that he’s doing—when he stands. You jerk your head over to look up at him, arching a brow in question. He brings his cigarette up to his plush lips, studying you, eyes dark and wild. It makes you feel cornered; makes you feel like prey.

Henry always seems to have this effect on you.

Silently, he grabs the throw pillow he’d been reclining against, and then leans down to stub out the rest of his cig. You track the movement, watching the soft glow of the embers scatter close to his large fingers. There’s a brief moment of suspense where neither of you move, blink, breathe—and then he’s stalking towards you, a lion going after it’s kill.

He tosses the pillow onto the concrete floor in front of you, and then he’s kneeling on top of it, right between your legs. You feel your face start to flush, and you instinctively press your thighs together as you look around furtively. “Henry.” Your voice trembles, breathless already; he hasn’t taken those eyes off of you. “Henry, don’t.”

He ignores your warning, strong hands gliding up your calves and under your dress, gripping your thighs and prying them open. You gawk at him, but he’s not focused on your face, not anymore.

“Henry, someone will see.” You try again, pushing against his grip; he pushes right back, keeping your legs spread for him. His eyes roam over the sheer white lace of your underwear, and his lip curls up into something akin to a sneer.

“What’s this? Hoping you’d find someone to show these to tonight?” His fingers press into your skin as if to accentuate his words. You frown at him, and start to speak, to tell him no and to stop being an asshole. You don’t get the words out. Anything you’re about to say flies out of your brain when he presses his face between your legs, planting his mouth over as much of your cunt as possible.

You squirm in your seat, letting out a little whine. He works his jaw, sucking on you through your underwear, and you know the fabric will be sopping wet in no time with how messy he’s being, letting the lace capture his saliva. He presses his nose right up against your clit—inhales deeply and lets out a low groan. It’s possessive. Your heart feels like it might beat out of your chest.

“Fuck, Henry—“ you curse, moaning softly when he rubs that stupid perfect nose up and down, up and down, taking his damn time, his breath hot where it fans out against your skin. “L-Let’s go inside, please?”

He bites the inside of your thigh in response, and then suddenly he’s wrenching your underwear down your legs. He tosses them over his shoulder and you yelp when they go over the side of the balcony.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you snap at him, but then he’s shoving your legs up and back until your knees hook over the arms of the chair you’re in. When he looks up at you his eyes are ablaze, his hands pressing at the backs of your thighs, his big thumbs opening your pussy to the cool night air.

“You’re gonna sit right here and let me taste you.” His tone is dark and demanding, and you look down at him in disbelief. Your mouth opens to say something—anything—but then he’s yanking your forward by your ass and burying his face into your pussy. He doesn’t start out slow; apparently, that’s not the mood he’s in tonight. Instead, he shoves his tongue into you as deep as he can, rubbing his nose against your clit—and even still, he’s grabbing at you so hard you think he’s trying to get deeper.

You clench around him and he moans, moving to suck messily at your folds. You’re hyper aware of how fucking noisy it is, the way he’s eating you—slurping at you—and your face feels like it’s on fucking fire. Christ, what if one of your neighbors heard? What if they saw? You clutch a hand into his hair, hips rolling up into his mouth without your permission.

Henry seals his mouth over your clit and sucks hard, tongue beating out an insistent pattern against the bundle of nerves. You gasp, wriggling against him, and he just holds you even tighter, nose pressing into your pubic bone in a way that surely can’t be comfortable.

“Oh shit.” You whisper, voice breaking as you try to stay quiet. You’re already close, somehow, just on the edge, thighs trembling—and he fucking knows it. He fucking knows it because he stops that gorgeous rhythm, presses his tongue back inside and groans at the taste. He starts the process all over again and you’ve never hated him more.

He does the whole thing twice more before you’re making incessant, involuntary little noises, still making a futile attempt to stay quiet. Henry looks up at you as he circles your clit with the hard point of his tongue and for some reason that’s what does it. You clap a hand over your mouth as you cry out, the noise close to a sob. He’s snatching your hand away in an instant, his fingers wrapping all the way around your wrist, holding it tight.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ muffle yourself. What the fuck’s your problem, huh? Don’t want anyone to hear what a little slut you are? Don’t want anyone to know how good I make you feel?” He’s speaking loudly, voice carrying into the night. He grabs your other wrist, holding them both and squeezing so hard you think they might bruise. “You fuckin’ ashamed of me?”

That seems to cut through the haze in your brain, and you manage to shake your head at him, holding his gaze. Of course you weren’t ashamed of him. Why would he think that? Henry seems to flounder for a brief moment, as if he hadn’t expected those particular words to come out of his mouth. But then he lets out a growl, and he’s leaning forward, spitting right onto your pussy.

You gasp, clit throbbing as you feel the liquid trail over your skin. Henry uses the index and middle digits of his free hand to push his saliva into you, his fingers following as he stretches you out deep, deep inside. When he looks up at you he’s composed himself, back to his normal guise of control. “Let them hear,” he snaps, “I want them to hear.”

He gives no warning before he’s setting a frantic pace with his fingers, fucking you with them harshly. You let out a shaky cry, and he gives you a sharp grin.

“Louder.” He demands, his own voice rising in volume. “Scream my fuckin’ name.”

You do, you do, lost to the merciless pace of his fingers inside you, to the wet squelch of your cunt as he hammers your g-spot. You can’t escape his touch, can’t escape the intensity of his gaze as you cum all over his hand. Henry fucking laughs, the sound ringing out over everything else. “Listen to that sloppy pussy. You’re gonna bounce on my cock right here until I fill it with cum, and then I’m gonna fuck you again over the railing. You’re mine.”

He doesn’t stop, even when you sob out from overstimulation, body shaking with it. Your cunt grips his fingers like a vice, and he lowers his mouth to your clit just in time to bring you to a quick second orgasm. Your thighs close around his head as you scream for him, just like he wanted—you don’t even recognize the sounds you’re making.

When your legs finally fall back open to release him, Henry pulls his fingers from you into his mouth, sucking at them as his dark eyes stay trained on your slick folds. You’re panting loudly, all pretense of politeness forgotten as you focus on him. He reaches out to brush a feather light touch over your pussy, humming low in his chest when you twitch for him. “Pretty thing. I bet my cock’s gonna slip right in.”

You bet it will, too.

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