#jack lowden x you

[johnnyspells]

RIVER CARTWRIGHT & JAMES 'SPIDER' WEBB "Personal Space" SLOW HORSES

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

You sought ginger Mairon, I gave it to you

Currently obsessed with this pompous evil diva princess so high-maintenance the Orcs ide of march’ed him.

Jack Lowden played Sauron for a few minutes and made it iconic. He deserves more praise for his performance.

He’s everything I imagined First age Sauron to be; he’s Morgoth’s overworked secretary, he’s arrogant, he’s clueless, he’s creepy, he’s eerily seductive, he’s a tyrant wannabe but can’t get there, he gets betrayed by his lover, his physical form gets penetrated into oblivion. And those diva vibes, that glorious red hair, that jewelry. I need more of him.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

We're Not Friends

Summary: River Cartwright x Fe!Reader -> River comes to you after fighting with The Dogs, which comes as a surprise to you since you're not friends.

Disclaimer: I have only just started Slow Horses but I wanted to write something for his character. This is also going to have a part 2. Mostly made up sub-plot away from the show. Reader cleans River's wounds and helps him shave. Smaller intimate moments, fluff. Mention of a cheating ex-boyfriend. Swearing. Not Proof Read.

“What the hell happened to you?”

It was just a little after two in the morning when someone started banging on your front door. They’d been using the knocker for a while, the pitch of its bang against the wooden door getting louder and higher. Then the thumping started. 

So, after laying in bed hoping it would stop – maybe someone was drunk and got the wrong house again. You got up and moved across to the sash window. They’d been thumping the door for a while which scared you, but considering they hadn’t broken the door down yet, you figured it wasn’t someone trying to break in. 

Looking down into the dark street, you recognised a figure walking backwards from your door. 

River Cartwright. 

Except, from the dim light of a car’s headlamp turning down the road, you saw a slightly clearer image of him. 

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Just let me in.”

“Cartwright, there’s a hospital-”

He looked around hurriedly and practically hissed at you to shut up. “Shhhh. I know. Just- please.”

It took you a moment and a half to consider letting him in. But considering he didn’t want a hospital to deal with the blood on his face, you agreed. 

“There’s a key in the safety box.” You told him. “Let yourself in.”

He walked back towards the box, but then walked back. “What’s the code?”

“My birthday.”

“And that is?”

With both hands on the window ledge, you leaned out. “It was last week, River.”

“Oh. Right.” 

Rolling your eyes as he thought back to last week, you shut your window and locked it again, hearing your front door finally open and watching as it closed behind River. 

Switching a lamp on in your landing hallway, you got a clearer picture of River as he slowly ascended the stairs. The blood wasn’t just on his face, it covered most of his clothes, too. 

“Relax. It’s not mine. Well,” he looked down at himself and back at you. “Not all of it.”

“Did you kill someone?”

“What? No.”

You took in all the blood. “You’re covered, Cartwright.”

Then a small smile graced his face. “‘Should see the other guy.”

For a moment you stared at him before rolling your eyes and heading towards the bathroom. “In here.”

River took his chance to examine your place as he watched you walk away. “Not gonna lie, I was half expecting you to curse me out.”

“Don’t worry. I am. It’s just too early in the morning for it.” You leaned over the sink and closed the window, stopping the cold air from surrounding the room making you colder than you wanted. “Now why the fuck are you here? Other than the bloody face. And I’m guessing Lamb followed me home, so that’s why you know where I live.”

Turning around, you got a better look at River in the light of the bathroom. He had a couple more scapes and cuts than you’d counted when you first looked at him on your landing. Most of the blood seemed to be dry and his clothes weren’t cut. 

“The Dogs.”

With your hands on your hips, your head dropped down. “That’s why the fuck you’re here. Of course it is. Okay. Sit down.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Cartwright.” 

He just nodded and sat down on the lid of the toilet seat as you found a fresh face cloth plus the first aid kit you kept under the sink. Then you moved back down the hallway and turned off the lamps before turning the bathroom light off. 

“There’s enough light from the window for me to see what I’m doing.” You told him as you heard him go to speak. With a street lamp being closer and brighter to your bathroom window than your front door, it shone directly across River. 

Finally, running the tap to fill the sink with warm water, you dunked the face cloth into it before turning the tap off. 

“Do I want to know why you got into a fist fight with The Dogs? Move your legs.” Knocking your knee with his, River opened up his legs and you stepped into them, your fingers under his chin forcing his head up to look at you. 

“No, probably – zzzz – not.” River hissed as you pressed the cloth back to some of the grazes on his face. “Anyway, how do you know it was a fist fight?”

“Other than your face being covered in blood?” You felt him nod under your fingers. “Your knuckles.”

He looked down at his hands. Scaped, bruised and bleeding. You forced him to look at you again as you wiped away the dry blood. 

“And why did you come to me? You pass three of the others just to get here.”

River stalled. “I don’t know where they live.”

“And you just so happened to remember my address?” 

“Yes.”

“But not my birthday?” River didn’t know what to say. “Relax. I know we’re not friends. I’m not hurt.”

That made him feel a little better…kind of. 

“I am confused, though.”

“Why?”

You stopped dabbing at the blood, dunking the cloth back into the water and wringing it out. “Why not go to the hospital?”

“I was a little busy running.”

“Sooo, run to the hospital.” 

River wasn’t amused. “Little late for that, now.”

“You’re lucky I know what I’m doing.”

He tilted his head a little. “Do you?”

You looked in his eyes for a moment before going back to his wounds. “Better than the others would.”

You caught the soft smirk on his face. “Right.”

For the next five minutes, you both remained silent. You’d washed most of the blood away, but you couldn’t help mentioning his beard. 

“I thought you learnt how to shave when you were a kid.”

He seemed a little offended. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m not trying to say anything. I’m saying you need a shave.”

“Thanks.”

You stood back and cleaned most of the blood out of the face cloth before watching the bloody water wash down the drain. “I can do it for you.”

Looking over your shoulder, River was running a hand through his beard in the dim reflection of the mirror. 

River looked at you, his hand dropping from his face. “Yeah, I don't think I like the idea of you having a razor that close to my throat.”

With all the muscles in your face relaxing, River could already read the look on your face. Even if you were still in the dark. Your face was telling him to get over himself. 

“Stay there.”

“Do you even have razors?” Looking around your bathroom, he couldn’t see any other than the one on the plate below the shower head. 

You appeared back in the doorway of the bathroom. “I do.” You paused for a moment as you looked at his body. “Take your shirt off.”

“You’re shaving my face.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re wearing a collar, Cartwright.” You walked away and down the hall to another room. “I don’t want to spill anything else on it. Besides, I can shove it on a quick cycle. Blood shouldn’t be too hard to get out since it’s so early.”

As he listened to you talk, he rolled his eyes, reluctantly doing as you ordered. “How do you know how to get blood out of clothes?”

You appeared back in the doorway. “Seriously?”

Then he remembered you were a woman. “Right.”

Fully removing his shirt, he threw it to you. “Be right back.”

And you were. From downstairs, he could hear the washing machine starting to fill with water as you climbed back up the stairs and came into the bathroom. “Found it.”

River watched as you waved a small shaving wrap in the air before you unravelled it and told him to keep hold of it. 

“Why do you even have one of these?” 

“Look at me.” Taking a fresh face cloth, you began to carefully wash his face before eventually you wiped away the face wash and placed the hot cloth against the bottom half of his face. 

“You still haven’t answered my question.” River told you, his voice slightly muffled by the cloth. 

You sighed. “Ex-boyfriend’s Christmas present. Broke up with him before I could give it to him.”

Dropping the cloth back into the sink, you lifted the package from River’s hands before opening it up and giving it back to him to lay across his legs. 

You began lathering up the shaving cream before you carefully brushed it in and around his beard. “What did he do? I thought breaking up before Christmas was illegal.”

“Statistically speaking, most people break up a few weeks before Christmas. Mainly because they don’t want to have to buy Christmas presents.”

“But you already bought one.” He pointed out. “So what did he do?”

“If you must know, I found out he was fucking our downstairs neighbour for three months, so.” Your voice trailed off as you placed the shaving brush down and picked up the straight razor. 

“Are you gonna Sweeney-Todd-me if I keep asking you questions?”

“Maybe,” you deadpanned. 

“Keep my mouth shut. Got it.”

And he did. Despite that, however, he did keep his eyes on you. Despite the darkness of the bathroom, the light that lit up his face was bleeding onto yours. His legs opened a little wider once more for you to step into them. For a few moments, when his mind would wander, River could feel his hands twitch to reach out for you. But then he’d force himself back into reality. 

You took extra care with the razor as you tidied his beard up. Your finger delicate against his skin, you turned his head a little each way as you moved around his face before tilting his head up fully. 

“When did you learn to shave a beard?” River asked you once you’d shaken the shaving foam and hair off the razor for the final time before grabbing the previous cloth to wipe his face. 

“A friend from college. His family ran a barber shop. Spent a couple afternoons there working when they were understaffed.”

River’s eyes widened for a moment. “Wow. Wasn’t expecting that answer.”

You laughed a little. “What? Did you expect me to say my boyfriend or something?”

He shrugged. You laughed again and stepped back into his legs. “Yeah, well, there’s a lot you still don’t know about me, Cartwright.”

He looked back up at you without you having to tell him. “Do you want me to know? Or would that make us too close to being friends?”

You leaned forward a little. “We’ll never be friends, Cartwright.”

You cursed at yourself in your head as you realised your eyes had momentarily shifted from his eyes to his lips. But by the looks of it, River was doing the same thing. 

You were thankful for the lack of light in the bathroom, or else he might have been able to see the heat on your cheeks more clearly. A small chuckle escaped your chest as you threw the face cloth at his bare chest. 

“Take a shower, Cartwright. You’re still covered in blood.”

Watching you leave, River lowered his head and let out a breath as he ran a hand through his head. That was close. Too close. 

As he took a shower, washing off the extra blood, you moved his shirt into the dryer before looking through some old boxes in your spare room for men’s clothes. However, as you approached your bathroom door to knock, you’d failed to notice the lack of sound from your shower. 

With your finger raised to knock on the door, the door opened in front of you and you were met with a freshly showered, waist wrapped in a towel, River Cartwright. And for a moment, your brain faltered. 

“Uhh. Um.” You physically shook your head and forced your gaze onto him. “I left you some clothes in the spare room.” 

He nodded. “Thanks.”

“Feel free to stay the night. I’m gonna…I’m gonna get some sleep while it’s still dark outside. And, River? Me offering you to stay the night still doesn’t make us friends.”

River nodded, watching you walk towards your bedroom. However, although he didn’t miss the look on your face when he opened the bathroom door, he did miss you looking back from your bedroom as he walked towards the spare one. 

When you closed your bedroom door, you cursed at yourself again for checking him out as he walked away; hair dripping droplets of water down his toned back, a towel wrapped firmly around his hips. 

It took you a little longer than you liked in order to get back to sleep since part of you was still listening out for him to open your front door, but since it never came, you eventually fell asleep. 

When you woke up in the morning, you were still groggy from the broken sleep. Eventually pulling yourself out of bed, you opened your door and found the spare bedroom door open slightly.

He must already be awake. 

Going downstairs and towards your kitchen, you were surprised to find him sitting at the kitchen table, his leg stretched out, still dressed in the pajamas you’d set out on the bed, a coffee in his hand. 

“Oh. Hey.”

“Morning.”

You were thankful your back was to him when he first spoke. His voice was deeper and gruffer than usual. Maybe he hadn’t been awake long. 

“How’d you sleep?”

He sucked his teeth. “If I told you that, that might make us friends.”

“Fair enough.”

Pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you grabbed the carton of milk from the fridge. “How’s your face?”

“Healing.” River told you.

Pulling out a chair, you eventually sat across from him and took in his face. There was some bruising, but that would heal soon enough. So would the smaller cuts and grazes. 

“How are your hands?”

You looked at them as he wrapped them around his mug. They looked worse than his face. Healing, but rough. 

“Swelling is going down.”

“Do they hurt?” 

He nodded, curling his hand into a tight fist before relaxing it. “No, well, a little.”

River watched as you stood from your spot at the table and opened up one of the kitchen drawers and sat back down. “Give me your hand.”

He went to do so but then pulled it back. “What are you gonna do?”

You flipped the tube up in your hand. “It’s just a healing cream.”

“Oh, right.”

You watched him carefully as he gave you his hand. “Why? What did you think I was going to do?”

“I tried to open a flashbox once and got burnt.”

“That was clever.”

He hissed a little before giving a small groan. “Yes. Thank you. Anyway, when I showed Sid, she slapped me. Well, my hand. The one I’d burnt.”

“Good. I’m glad. You deserved it.”

River tried to pull his hand away, but you kept a firm grip on it as you gently dabbed the cream across his knuckles. “Ow, hey. It was for a good cause.”

“What good cause? Figuring out the rest of Pi?”

River stopped pulling away and looked at you. “How do you-”

“You’re not my friend. You don’t get that privilege.”

“Then what privilege do you get to check me out?” You caught River’s smug smile as your gaze flashed to his. “You can deny it all you want, but I saw how you were looking.”

You could feel your entire body. It felt like it was on fire. And not in a good way. “It was three in the morning. Everyone knows human defences are weakest at that time.”

“Weak in muscle or weak at the knees?”

You pressed into one of the cuts on his hand. “Fuck- Ow, ow, ow. Okay, okay. I’ll stop.”

Letting go, River shook his hand to try and relieve some of the pain before you pulled his other hand across the table and dabbed the cream across the cuts one by one. 

“In all seriousness, thank you.” You looked back at him, your cheeks cooling. “You could have told me to fuck off, and you didn’t. So…thanks.”

You just nodded, finishing up with his hand. He gave you a quiet thanks once more as he examined his hand, the feeling of your fingers still ghosting over his knuckles as you twisted the cap back onto the cream and lay it down on the table.

[denaliwrites]

Imposing Figure

River Cartwright x GN!Reader

Summary: "You're stupid. I like that in a man."

Requests: Tentatively open-ish. I'll try to get to them.

Warnings: The world's himboiest himbo to ever live himboing around himboingly.

It was still before sunrise when you stepped into the dark, dusty halls of Slough House. Lamb didn't care one way or another whether his agents got an early start -- however, you enjoyed the nice bit of quiet the office offered before everyone else arrived. The setting was professional enough that you didn't feel tempted to slack off, but it was quiet and lonely enough that you could relax and take your time with tasks.

You settled into your chair, opened your work playlist on your phone, popped your laptop open, and got to work. An hour went by uninterrupted. The sun rose, you made yourself tea, and all was well.

At first, you didn't realize that a mysterious rattling that had picked up was coming from the door. You noticed it, of course, but thought nothing of it -- Slough House had recently encountered a problem with a persistent little rat. You thought it was surely just the little critter trying to get into a filing cabinet or something.

It was when you got up to get more tea that you finally saw the shadow lurking in the door and realized that what you'd heard before was what should've been the unmistakable clattering of someone trying to brute force the door open.

Without thinking, you immediately pulled out your firearm and aimed it at what you assumed was the figure's head, though the way they were hunched over made it hard to tell.

You were just beginning to wonder why they hadn't busted the glass in when the pathetic voice of your coworker piped up quietly from the other side of the door.

"Hey -- I know -- I know someone's in there! I can hear your music. Can you... could you let me in please?"

You rolled your eyes as you holstered your weapon. "Why can't you let yourself in?" you asked.

"I... lost my keys..."

"Again?" you said in disbelief as you approached the door, unlocking it and opening it to reveal River, shifting embarrassedly at the jamb.

You sized him up with a quirked brow as you joined him in leaning against the doorframe. "You really cut an imposing figure, y'know?"

"I must've dropped them after -- sorry, what?"

"Like, just now, when I didn't know it was you at the door. It was kind of scary."

"Oh. Thank you?" He was visibly confused, but simultaneously seemed uplifted by your words.

"But then you opened your mouth, and I thought, 'oh, never mind, it's just River.'"

You watched as he deflated. "Oh."

"It's just that, y'know, physically you're quite intimidating, but when you speak I can just tell you've only got one brain cell in that pretty head of yours."

"I like to think I've got at least three still working."

"Aw, stupid and funny. I appreciate those qualities in a man."

He looked thoughtful for a moment -- eyes visibly taking their turn at sizing you up, now. "Why the hell would you be into idiots?"

"River, do you know what a himbo is?"

[daydreamgoddess14]

I just wanted to say I absolutely adore your writing for River and thank you so much for providing us all with much needed River content!!

If you’re happy taking nsfw requests, I was wondering if you’d be up for writing a nsfw River x female!reader insert, where after a really shitty day, River wants to help make his girl feel good/take her mind off her day, by spending the evening going down on her? I mean… have you seen the guy’s mouth?! He’s always doing something with his tongue and I just think he’d look so pretty looking up at you from between your thighs… ����

If prompts would help… “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” “I can never seem to get enough of you.” and “that's it, babygirl.”

Zero pressure to do this btw!! I completely understand if isn’t something you’d want to write!

Bad Day

Phewwww, did someone turn up the heat? 🔥

I loved this ask sooo much, you all probably heard my furious tippy tapping as I immediately opened a new doc to write this 😅

I hope I've done your request justice, lovely Anon! Thank you so much for asking me, I'm so honoured 🥰

As above - River Cartwright x F!Reader Insert (no use of y/n, l/n) plenty of plenty of sexy fun - enjoy!

If you had to look at another spreadsheet, your brain would explode. You were certain of it. 

The poor cleaner. 

She wasn't cut out for bits of skull and pulpy brain matter. 

The pinchy, spiking shards of a headache were forming behind your eyes, you knew it was time to go home (even if it wasn't quite). The office was deathly quiet, everyone choosing to work from home on a Friday in order to enjoy their weekend just that little bit sooner. 

No one raised an objection when you started packing up. 

Close the laptop, wash your mug, pop to the loo, pack your stuff. 

The flurry of messages on your phone suggest River's not had a taxing afternoon, while your lack of response has him correctly guessing that it's been a shitty day. 

You fire off a quick on my way home message and drop your phone into the top of your bag, the glare isn't helping the headache.

The tube is typical Friday levels of horrific. Tourists descending by the train load, ready for a weekend of West End shows and sightseeing. 

The train lurching from side to side makes you queasy and in hindsight, you definitely should have drunk more water throughout the day. 

Climbing the stairs to the flat feels like climbing a mountain. 

God, you hope it's River's turn to cook. 

If it's not, you're getting straight on the phone to Loretta at the Italian round the corner.

The narrow hallway is pitch black when you push open the door, you sound like a bull in an antique shop trying to squeeze yourself, your laptop bag, handbag and coat through the door.

“Ugh, fucks sake,” you dump everything on the floor as soon as you're clear of the hall. “River?”

“In here,” you're about to follow the sound of his voice to the open plan kitchen living area when you spot the first candle, then the second.

There's a path of them lighting the way. 

Your heels click lightly on the hardwood floor as you approach. 

He's waiting - with a glass of wine - and after the day you've had, you could cry. 

He must see the wobble of your bottom lip because he puts the glass down and slips an arm around your waist. 

His large hand is flat on the small of your back as he pulls you towards him. 

“What happened?” He asks softly, his lips on your hairline. 

“Just too many meetings, too much going on. My head is pounding.” You sigh. It all seems fairly unimportant now that it's over. Fuss over nothing. River's hand travels down over the curve of your ass, poured into the tight pencil skirt. He squeezes lightly. 

“No dress down day for you. Have I told you how much I love this skirt?” The blush creeps from your cheeks down into the neckline of your shirt. 

The hard edge of the bad day is softening slowly. 

He offers his hand, knowing your next request like clockwork. You allow him to keep you steady while you kick off your heels, banishing them out of your sight. 

“Much better,” you murmur. 

The height difference is much greater now, it means you can bury your face into his chest.

The cotton of his t-shirt is warm and soft against your skin and his long arms wrap around you. 

You breathe in deeply. 

“I probably smell like Lamb's cigarette smoke.” You shake your head against him

“You smell like you. Like home.” You loosen your arms and look up at him. “You hungry? I'll call Lorie and get some pasta?” In the candlelight, there's a twinkle in his eye. 

“I'm definitely hungry, babe, but -”

“Not pasta? How about one of those giant calzones?” You go to move out of his arms but they tighten around you, keeping you close to him.

“Still not what I'm thinking,” his fingertips go to the high waist of your skirt, finding the hidden zip and sliding it down. 

While you're distracted by his hands, his mouth is finally on yours and he's walking you backwards towards the bedroom.

When the skirt slips to the floor, River's careful to guide you so you don't trip over it. 

“What're you up to, Cartwright?” You ask quietly, not moving your lips from his.

“Just trying to improve your shitty day.” His nose brushes against yours. 

“Haven't you had a rubbish one too?” You query, the backs of your knees bumping against the edge of the bed. He shrugs.

“I get to improve my day as well then, don't I?” 

With the lightest of pushes against your hip, you drop down onto the bed. 

“Arms up.” He instructs, pulling your blouse over your head. “And budge up a bit,” you shuffle obligingly up the bed and lie back contentedly against the heap of pillows.

“Don’t forget the candles,” you murmur as you feel his knee dip the bed between your own. His laugh makes you smile. “I’m serious, River. Do not burn down our flat.” He pinches his tongue between his teeth.

“Yeah ok. Make yourself comfortable,” he warns as he hops back off the bed.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’m going to keep you there all night?” He poses it as a question but the smirk on his face suggests it’s definitely not up for negotiation.

“Oh,” the blush returns. 

He never fails to knock you off guard.

The candles, the adoration. 

It took a little while for him to grasp that you loved him, that you wanted to show him how loved he was.

Once it clicked with him though, there was no stopping him. 

He returns quickly, with a handful of the candles which he dots around the room, and your wine. He must have been home much earlier than you, he’s already dressed down in soft gym shorts and a plain t-shirt. His hair ruffled from the shower and still a little damp.

“Now that we’ve established I’m not going to burn the flat down,”

“It was kind of a priority.” You counter. 

His knee has found the gap between yours and he’s crawling up the bed to you. 

A predator trapping his prey. Though predator would not be the word you’d use to describe him at all currently. 

“Agreed,” he told you sincerely. “So now that’s sorted,” his hand snakes behind your back to unclasp your bra, “you should know that I intend to fully take your mind off your shitty day.” The headache is duller now, just being around him is working wonders in soothing you. 

“How do you propose to do that then?” You tease playfully.

He sits back on his heels, pulling the straps of your bra down your arms. 

With it discarded, he traps you again with one arm either side of your waist and his hands pinned to the bed. 

He leans into you, gazing intently at your tired eyes before kissing you gently.

“Just let me take care of you.” You melt into the kiss, your arms coming up to loop around his neck, trying to pull him down on top of you. 

He resists, keeping his weight on his hands which haven’t left the bed. 

The only move he makes is to run a finger down the side of your breast to your waist, tickling you into letting go of him. With a little huff, you acquiesce. 

He clearly has intentions and won’t be swayed. 

“Good girl.” He chuckles. Your thighs try to press together at the praise but his knee is in the way and feeling your legs tighten against him only makes him laugh more. 

He nudges your knees further apart and gets comfortable pressing firm kisses in a line from your throat down between your breasts.

“River -” you plead.

“Yes, love?” He looks up from your body, his annoyingly gorgeous smile perfectly framed by your pebbled nipples. “Oh,” they seem to distract him from what you were about to say and when he rolls his tongue around one of them, you forget what you were about to say. 

He doesn’t let you gather your thoughts, just continues to move down your body until he’s level with your plain black knickers. “You were saying?” He stops just as your back arches off the bed in an attempt to get closer to him.

“No idea. Please -” you whine, wiggling just a little.

“Please?” His breath ghosts over your core and it makes your cunt ache with wanting. “I think you can do better than that,” he nudges his nose against you, the cotton of your knickers providing the tiniest amount of friction on your clit.

“Ohh, River -”

“Yes, love?” 

“I need -” you breathe, wiggling a little more brazenly. 

He rests his chin on your thigh and looks up at you.

“Go on?” He asks with a wicked grin, earning him a glare from you in response.

“I want you.”

“I know, babe.” 

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your knickers and tugs at them slowly. 

They slip down, millimeter by millimeter. 

“Tell me what you want?” 

Your patience may be wearing thin, but he’s enjoying every second of stringing you along. 

True to his word you’ve completely forgotten about your headache and your bad day. 

“I can never seem to get enough of you,” he tells you, his eyes not leaving yours. 

His warm hand pulls your underwear further down and guides your legs out of them. He’s managed to remove every item of your clothing without losing a single piece of his own. 

Watching you, the point of his tongue traces a circle around your throbbing clit. 

He hooks an arm over your thigh to hold you close to him.

“River… River please -” you sigh, desperate for more of his touch.

“Please what, babe?” If you were in any position to argue, you still probably wouldn’t. 

Impatient or not, he knows what he’s doing to you, and he knows how much you love it.

“God, River. I’ll kill you.”

“Nah, you won’t,” he sniggers. “I’ve got all night, you know? Don’t rush on my account.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“I know I can get you to beg, however long it takes.”

“You’re cruel.”

“That’s a bit harsh. Anyway, you’re distracting me, I’ve got something very important going on here,” without further warning, he presses the flat of his tongue against your slit and glides a path through your folds. 

“Fuck, River!” You shudder against him, “please, please -” he doesn’t respond, far too busy watching you writhe and arch under his grip as he fucks you with his tongue. 

When you finally open your eyes again, you meet his gaze and you can tell he’s not as unaffected as he makes out to be. You hold eye contact while you grind against his mouth, his own hips rutting into the bed in response as he hungrily devours you. 

You can’t hold out any longer, you’ll happily beg for more if that’s what he wants from you. 

“God, please River, please. I need you to fuck me,” 

He grins against you. “I told you you’d eventually start begging.” He buries his face back into your dripping cunt, building you up again until your legs shake and you’re pushed, wailing, over the edge.

“Oh, god -”

“That’s it, baby. Another.” It’s not a question, it’s a demand. 

Your hands tangle in his hair as he goes back to your overstimulated, swollen clit and wraps his lips around it, sucking gently. 

It’s enough to have you seeing stars. 

This time, he works two fingers inside you, pumping them languidly and letting them brush against your g-spot. So close to your first orgasm, the second doesn’t take long to approach.

“You’ve got it babe, let me make you feel good,” he coaches you softly as your thighs clamp around his hand. You’ve lost all ability to speak, his name tumbles from your lips in snatches and gasps as the walls of your cunt constrict around his long fingers. He lets you down gently, withdrawing his hand and mouth slowly when you finally unclench your legs. 

“That’s my girl,” he mutters, leaving as many kisses on the way back up the length of your body as he did on the way down. “You ok?” he asks, coming to lay next to you. 

You can feel the length of him pressed against your hip and, despite being exhausted, the thought of having his cock split you open is appealing. 

You shake your head a little, a hand shyly covering your eyes. “Don’t know,” you manage to croak.

“How’s the headache?” He kisses your temple.

“Gone,” you move your hand, not wanting to hide from him. “Thank you,” you whisper with a small grin.

“Anything for you.” He stretches his long body out, his own arousal still evident.

“Anything?” You ask, palming his hard cock through his shorts.

“And here I thought you’d have no energy left,” he groaned, rocking into your hand.  

“I can never seem to get enough of you,” you mimic his earlier words and roll onto him, up on to your knees. 

Your still soaked pussy leaves a damp patch on his shorts and the heat radiates from your core. 

You tug his shorts down and the length of him springs free. 

You mouth waters, and though you’d love to feel the weight of him on your tongue, you need him to fill you up. 

You line up against him, spread your knees wide and sink down onto him.

“Fucking hell, River,” your head tips back as your tight, hot cunt stretches around him.

“Fuck,” he bucks up into you, making you gasp. “When I die…”

“Shut up,” you laugh, leaning down to kiss him. You still taste yourself on his tongue and the flashback it triggers makes you grind down onto his cock. “Silly boy.”

“I’m serious, when I go, this is what I’ll be thinking about.” He sits up, filling you even more deeply. You pull his t-shirt off him and he holds you tightly against him. With no space between your bodies, the friction is divine. 

He doesn’t give you space to ride him but rolling your hips against him feels much closer to what you both need anyway. 

He rests his forehead against yours, his piercing blue eyes filled with love. You cup his cheek and kiss him.

“Come for me, love,” you whisper, feeling the muscles in his back tense. The hands that grip your hips hard enough to leave a mark move, and he brings his thumb to your mouth. You take it between your lips, leaving a trail of saliva behind when he takes it back and presses it to your clit.

“Not without you,” he rasps. You rock desperately into him, your own orgasm triggering as you feel him emptying into you. You slump against him, amazed he still has the strength to hold you both up. He doesn’t for long and pulls you down on top of him.

“Holy shit, River.” You pant breathlessly.

“You need talk.” 

You curl against him, the candlelight fading. Sleep is threatening to take you, but is interrupted by your rumbling stomach. 

“We should get some food.” You mutter sleepily into his chest. You try to snuggle in closer but he moves away, leaving you frowning. “Where’re you going?” He pulls on his t-shirt and shorts as the doorbell rings.

“Food. I called Loretta before you got home, asked her to send something over for about 8ish.” 

You stare after him as he leaves you with a quick wink. 

The boy really did know how to fix a bad day.

[catz4ever]

How Sauron probably seduced Adar while giving him wine.. most likely...

Probably...

It. Definitely. Happened.

With all the dramatics and sparkle to look as beautiful as can be like:

"This is the skin of a killer, Adar...."

[yourimagines]

Hi love👋🏻

Can you perhaps write a multiple story about Dunkirk or Pearl harbour. With the actors jack lowden, josh hartnett, ben affleck and Tom hardy. I’m so down for them 😂

If not it’s fine, I understand

Hi, thank you for your request, sorry it took me this long but here is the first part. It's going to be a slow burn ad the readers choose how this story will go, so please tell me what should happen next🧡

Saviour

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: WW2, Swearing, Angst and fluff

Disclaimer: It’s a fiction based off real life events.

Part two, Part three, Part four

Cast;

Jack Collins 23 years old,

Tom Farrier 26 years old,

Danny Walker 22 years old,

Rafe McCawley 24 years old,

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Y/n POV

The world was falling apart slowly as war began to spread across Europe. Most of the men who were above 16 years old joined the military, to fight for our country. I joined the military as well as a 20 year old woman, to help and take care of our men as a nurse.

“This is France.” Mrs Dawson said as she pointed at the map, that was hanging against the wall. “Some of you will go there and help our forces at the front lines, others stay here.” Most girls got excited as they heard about going to France, going to our troops. “We all move to the military base tomorrow morning, pack light because you don’t need anything else than your medical supplies at the front lines.” With that she ended her speech and we all went back to our rooms, getting ready for tomorrow.

——The next day——

It was six in the morning when they woke us up. “Let’s go ladies, time is ticking.” We all got up and got ready. “I’m so excited, I hope I’ll get picked for France.” My best friend said as she put some makeup on. “There is a war going on, you know that right?” She nodded and flashed me a smile through the mirror. “Y/n, there are the real men, not those….you know from town.” I rolled my eyes and smoothed my dress. “Right….just hurry up, I don’t want to be late.”

The train ride was quiet as everyone was nervous. “Please let them be handsome.” One of my new friends said. “Of course they are, all RAF pilots are good looking and respectful men.” A small discussion started between a few ladies. “Y/n needs a man.” My best friend said with a giggle. “No I don’t, I’m not here to find a man.” She gave me a look and shrugged me off. “Everyone is looking for a man…”

After a long travel day we arrived at the military base from the RAF. “Ladies, I want you all to behave and show your best side as captain Morty will guide us to our rooms.” Mrs Dawson said as captain Morty smiled at us. “Yes mrs Dawson.” We all said in chorus. She nodded at the captain and he guided us to our rooms as we passed through a few hangars.

Jack POV

“Nurses will be joining us.” Danny said as he joined us at the hangar. “Really?” Josh a new mechanic said as he looked up from his work. “Yes, they just arrived.” The mechanics started to whistle as they heard the new from Danny. “Calm down, they are just nurses.” Rafe said with a grin on his face, finding it amusing how the mechanics reacted to the news. “He’s right, they are here to do their job, so let’s focus on ours.” Tom our squad commander said as he was reading a book. “Of course…” they mumbled as they went back to their work.

The whole atmosphere between the mechanics was different than usual, It’s causing a bit of commotion between everyone. “Do you think we have a chance?” Josh asked As he was cleaning his work spot. “Honestly no, if they are looking for a man, they want those ground soldiers.” Danny said as he stood up, brushing off his pants. “Really? Not even the pilots?” Josh looked a bit disappointed at Danny, who just shook his head. “Josh, he’s joking around, of course we have a chance. Women like every man that is serving in the military at the moment.” Rafe said with an amusing smile on his face, as his best friend was joking around with the mechanics.

We all got send off early to our beds as we all needed those extra hours of sleep. “I heard it’s not going well for the French.” Danny quietly said as we were all lying in our bunk beds. “Do you think we are going there?” He popped his head up and leaned over the edge to look down at his friend Rafe, who was lying on his back, his arms crossed behind his head. “Maybe…” he answered, Danny nodded and laid back in his bed. “Why are you thinking about that?” I asked him. “Don’t know, I heard one of the mechanics talking about it this morning.” I hummed and rolled over to my left side, facing the wall. “We’ll see how it goes…”

Y/n POV

The girls were excited as we saw a few mechanics and pilots roaming around in one of the hangars. “They are all so handsome.” One said as we were getting ready to go to bed. “I know…” my best friend said. I smiled and crawled into the bed. “I can’t wait to start tomorrow.” We all giggled about it, gossiping about them and talking about our future. After some time we turned the light off and laid down in our own beds. “We should get some sleep, we all need to look good in the morning.” Someone said as a few hummed and agreed. I silently nodded and turned around, facing the wall. “We’ll see how it goes…”

We all woken up by a bell going off, it was Mrs Dawson. “Ladies, it’s time to get ready.” Some of us groaned, some of us stood up without saying a word. I slowly turned around and moved the blanket away. “Come on, get up.” Mrs Dawson said as a few were still lying in their beds. “You all have 10 minutes to get ready.” She disappeared from our shared room and we all began our morning routine.

“This is the work station for you ladies.” Caption Morty said as we walked into a room, looking like a small hospital. “Our men will stop by to get their medical check ups before leaving for their missions.” We all looked around the room. “Anymore questions? If not, Mrs Dawson has the schedules from all the groups that are in this facility and she also has the time schedules for the canteen. Ladies I wish you all the best.” He gave Mrs Dawson a nod and left us alone, she started to show us the schedules and rules for our new adventure here at the RAF military base.

Jack POV

Danny went for a walk and came back with a smile on his face. “What happened to you?” Rafe asked as Danny joined us at the table. “I saw them.” Tom sighed and continued to eat his breakfast. “Is that why you went for a walk?” Danny smiles and digs into his breakfast. “Danny come on…” Rafe said annoyingly. “I only passed by, they were with captain Morty.” I shook my head and Tom shot me a well knowing glare. “I think we should leave them be, they can’t have us spying on them as well. The mechanics are already losing their minds.” Rafe pointed at me, agreeing what I just said. “See, you need to stop Walker, we are here to fight for our country. Not for the ladies…” Danny nodded, knowing what we meant. “Yeah…you’re right.” Rafe gave him a gently pat on his shoulder. “It’s all good brother.”

[vsirin]

i made my blog title and description a little andrew bolkonski shrine if anyone even cares <3

[sansaorgana]

— IN PERPETUITY (I)

PART TWO

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!Maia!Reader

SUMMARY — Two most powerful Lieutenants of Morgoth and twisted lovers in private form a pact through cursed marriage to become their master's equal successors and rule Middle-earth together. He, however, has other plans and does not intend to share. She takes the matters into her own hands.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — The idea for this fic showed up in my head while I was working on a different fic with a Maia!Reader, in which she is good and pure and all that. And that other story will be finished and posted, too, but with a delay because I focused on this one first. 🙈 The Reader in this fic is a Maia, so she changes her appearance like Sauron does but I am not describing any of her forms in any details. This fic will have a second part with Annatar!Sauron but in this part you get only Jack Lowden!Sauron because that ginger loser needs some love and attention as well. 😭🥰 The title of the fanfic and its vibe are inspired by the song Sugarbread by Soap&Skin. Special thanks to @dinsbeskar for giving me the most appreciated feedback before I posted this fic! 💕

WARNINGS — Reader is evil-evil with sadistic undertones, betrayal, murder, manipulation, gaslighting, blood drinking/pact/magic, mentions of Sauron being tortured by Morgoth, SMUT, sub!Sauron

WORD COUNT — 4,650

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

IN PERPETUITY (I)

It was no surprise to any of The Valar that you were one of the first to follow Morgoth. You always found it troublesome to obey the orders, to show respect or loyalty. As if you had been already created flawed, although no one dared to question Eru’s decisions.

The gods were aware, however, that Morgoth wanted you as his servant as well for he was a god like them. Therefore, they expected you to come back with your tail between your legs, begging for their forgiveness since they were much more merciful masters than he ever would be.

Nevertheless, that did not happen and you became one of the most loyal Lieutenants to the Dark Lord. You sometimes amazed your own self with the amount of cruelty you were able to inflict. Perhaps Eru himself had created you this way indeed – perhaps you were evil by his design. Dark creatures like Morgoth or you were needed to emphasise the lightness – cursed outcasts to show an example.

Morgoth did not even need to break you as much as others who had followed him. He did not feel the need to rebuild you or push you as far as most of his followers because it did not take much for you to become the very worst version of yourself.

You were the lucky one.

Mairon was not.

You could hear his whimpers and screams of pain as he was tortured. And you watched and watched in awe at him transforming with Morgoth's help into the man that would from now on be known as Sauron amongst many.

But to you he would remain Mairon. And Mairon watched you in awe, too.

He observed you with admiration and curiosity. He wanted to be more like you – so terrifyingly beautiful in your art of cruelty. And he was learning the craft from you.

Until, eventually, with your master's help and by his twisted design, Mairon became a Lieutenant as loyal and fierce as you.

And each time he failed at a task given to him by Morgoth, he would come to you first, seeking comfort and hoping you would ease your master before their encounter – like a child would come to their mother, fearing their father's anger.

Everyone knew Morgoth was gracing you with a special treatment. And even though it was unlikely he was able to feel any real affection towards you, many knew that you were the only Lieutenant of his that he actually cared about because you were the only one who abandoned The Valar thoroughly and wholly.

You did not care about him, though. The Valar were right – you did not enjoy being under him; under anyone. And you truly hated the destruction that he was causing as you could not understand the desire of becoming the King of ashes.

You wanted to be the Dark Lady yourself and you often fantasised what you would do if you were him. His god-like status did not intimidate you and you could not care less whether it was a blasphemy or not to imagine yourself as a Vala. No god had ever intimated you.

You were your own god and you wanted to rule over the world. To make it perfect and harmonious.

You became closer with Mairon when you sensed his heart was corrupted with the same thoughts and feelings. And while your Maiar bodies remained focused on the battles and schemes – so unfamiliar with the carnal desires of the flesh – as you spent more and more time together and he shared with you his dream of forging the very special and powerful Rings, you could feel the strange and odd desire growing within you.

One day, you gave in to them.

You heard his screams of pain throughout the fortress like the ones back in the day when Morgoth had been shaping him to his whim and design. Now he was punishing him for one of his failures and your master’s wrath was undeniable.

Mairon was one of his best Lieutenants, therefore Morgoth expected from him the most.

And when the punishment ended, Mairon found himself knocking weakly upon the doors of your chambers. You opened them and gasped at the state of his flesh. He was too weak to heal himself fully, allowing the bruises to form and cuts to bleed.

You welcomed him and laid him down in your bed before tangling your limbs with his; his face buried in your chest as your fingers brushed his ginger hair and gently teased his pointy ears.

"My poor Mairon," you whispered and leaned in to place a kiss upon his temple.

He looked up at you with devotion.

Unlike you, he had been once Eru’s perfect creation – Mairon had been pure in his past, worshipping the Valar like he had been designed to. The Valar were no more in his heart but the devotion remained and you were the subject of it.

"Let me ease your pain," you spoke softly and caressed his cheek with your fingers, making the small cuts disappear as bruises began to fade away. He closed his eyes and sighed out of relief. "Where else can I aid you, my Mairon?" You asked as his eyelids fluttered and opened.

"Everywhere," he breathed out. "I need you everywhere, my Lady."

The odd desire you had been fighting within you for a long time now apparently was not one-sided. Perhaps a Maia fallen was a Maia burdened with such humiliating and carnal needs.

You rolled him over onto his back as you sat astride him with a sparkle of excitement in your eyes. Maybe it was not a burden... Maybe it would be a new adventure, a new path to follow.

You got rid of his robes in a haste as his hands weakly caressed your thighs wherever they could reach under your dress. And once he was naked for you – under you – you felt like an animal, driven by the urges you could not stop.

That felt ungodly.

Your fingers curled on his chest, scratching the flesh and you watched your nails leave red trails upon his pale skin. Instead of healing him, you only added more to the pain but the pathetic whimpers leaving his mouth were not of suffering but of pleasure.

"Yours..." was all he gasped as your pupils widened even further. Yours... How good it felt to have him at your mercy.

You were like Morgoth himself now with Mairon laid out for you, eager for you to shape him the way you wished him to be.

And you loved to feel like Morgoth, to share at least a tiny bit of his power. The realisation was enough to make you feel the itch deep inside the heat of your core.

"Mine..." you nodded at Mairon and grasped his length to squeeze it, watching him wince as the flesh hardened under your touch.

You kept pumping him and observing all his sighs, eye rolls and the tremble of his thighs. His eyes filled with tears as he kept bravely staring up at you despite his vision getting blurry and hazy.

Your pace quickened and you used your free hand to caress his thighs gently as if you were trying to soothe them but it only caused them to tremble more while you watched his body giving in to your touch so eagerly and easily.

All of the sudden, just to tease him, you stopped your hand's rapid movements and squeezed the swollen tip. Mairon whined and bucked his hips desperately, the tip of his cock pulsating under your thumb. When you let go of him completely, he spilled himself with a groan and blushing cheeks as his hips kept rutting into nothing.

What a pathetic and yet delicious sight it was. You felt the wetness between your legs leaking down your thighs already.

“You're so fun to play with, my Mairon," you pointed out. "I wish our master allowed me to be the one responsible for your punishments."

"I wish that, too, my Lady," he breathed out, putting his hand on his chest, surprised to feel how fast his heart pounded.

"It is not over yet," you pouted. "You spoiled my fun by giving in to your desires so quickly."

You smirked and with one swift movement you took your dress off to throw it on the floor, revealing your naked form to him. You adjusted yourself and grabbed his cock once more, so swollen and sensitive, which caused Mairon to whimper. You lowered yourself slowly on his length, hissing at the new experience of feeling full.

Your eyes rolled all the way to the back as you threw your head and scratched Mairon's chest when you felt his cock hardening once more inside of you and brushing all the right spots that made you aware of pleasures of the flesh you had never even known of before.

"Divine," he breathed out and you rolled your hips slowly with a whine.

When you adjusted to the slightly burning feeling, your eyes opened with a sparkle of mischief as you began riding him – faster and faster with each given bounce, keeping your eye contact with him although his vision was too hazy to see you clearly.

It was like a trance and you lost track of time. The Maiar needed no rest, therefore it could have been days – maybe even weeks – spent on nothing else but fucking yourself on his cock, using him for your own, newlyfound pleasure; reaching your highs countless of times and beginning all over and over again until the matters much more important than indulging yourselves interrupted your blissful state.

"One day, there will be only the two of us," Mairon whispered into your ear as he watched you getting dressed in front of the mirror. "And we will not leave our chambers for a whole century."

"Would you leave your kingdom unattended for such a long time?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "I certainly would not," you added harshly and fixed your gown's corset one last time before leaving him behind inside your chambers as you walked out with your head held high and back straightened.

With an illusion of dignity that was supposed to hide the fact you had just spent long and endless days on worshipping Mairon’s flesh with nothing but pleasure and devotion as he had been only laying there and receiving and you had been the one to do all the work like he was the master you served.

After Morgoth's defeat, Mairon and you both were the only ones who could possibly become your master's successors for you were his most powerful Lieutenants.

Instead of starting a war between yourselves, you chose to create a pact of taking over Morgoth's legacy together as equals.

The holy bond of marriage was the most suitable way to seal this union for all eternity, especially when it seemed that you two shared the same goal and the same vision of healing Middle-earth and crafting it to fit your peaceful ideal.

The oath had nothing to do with the holy Valinor's customs. You used forbidden dark magic to bind you two together in perpetuity; mixing your black bloods together and drinking the cursed mixture from the cup as you exchanged the rings forged by Mairon himself with your aid; made of dark iron and with powerful spells engraved on them.

Adar was the master of your ceremony. He had stayed by your side after Morgoth's defeat and Mairon had promoted him to the rank of Lieutenant because you two needed smart and loyal people – especially if they had a whole army of the Orcs following their every order.

You could sense your marriage pact with Marion was making Adar a little uncomfortable. He was watching you carefully throughout the ceremony and also during the feast where he was sitting nearby.

Mairon's behaviour was surprising you a little. Never before he had been so open with the amount of his devotion towards you. And now, despite the audience of the Orcs and the fallen Elves, he was all over you, kissing your neck between the sweet nothings whispered into your pointed ear as his fingers intertwined with yours under the table to squeeze your hand.

He was like a dog, you thought, but you could not blame him. He had admired you from the very beginning of his service to Morgoth and now he had you as his spouse. You allowed him to enjoy himself because it was the day of your wedding.

For you, it was more of a transaction. You cared about Mairon to some extent and your flesh enjoyed to fuck his but there was nothing in this world that you would love more than power.

"My Lady, can we talk?" Adar approached you when you were left alone for a moment.

You looked up, surprised, but the seriousness of his expression was making it obvious that the matter was rather important.

"What is it, Lieutenant?" You asked him as you followed him to the dark corner of the room where you could hide in the shadows together.

"I am a bearer of the bad news, I am afraid," Adar started and you furrowed your brows.

"Did Elven armies find our fortress?" You asked.

"No. Not the bad news of this kind," he lowered his voice even more and he glanced at Mairon from the corner of his eye.

You looked at your husband, too. He was talking to some of the fallen Elves and his excitement was revealing that he probably discussed his plans for the future.

"Do continue," you nodded at Adar, looking back at him with curiosity.

"Mairon does not plan to share anything with you," he informed you. "He re-fired Morgoth's crown to fit himself."

Your blood turned cold at the revelation. Morgoth's crown was supposed to be melted and turned into two smaller but equal crowns. That was the deal between you and Mairon – two spouses, two crowns, two Rings, one kingdom.

You glanced once more at your husband. How innocent he seemed at the moment, how devoted to you. And yet…

Your own student outsmarted you in the art of cunning treachery, so it seemed. You gritted your teeth.

"How do you know?" You asked Adar just to make sure.

"I was there," he answered with a hint of smirk, knowing very well that his delay of bringing you the news created a new problem for you.

"And you are telling me this only now? After I am bound to him forever?" Your jaw clenched out of anger as you realised.

"I have been a loyal servant to your husband and it still pains me to betray him by telling you the truth but I must think of my children first and at this very feast I overheard his plans for the Uruk. I cannot let this happen," he revealed and you sighed. You knew what plans he was talking about.

Mairon had never considered the Orcs to be smart creatures, therefore he often was speaking freely and openly about what he planned to do with them or what he was thinking of them because he thought they would not even understand.

Perhaps they would not but their Lord Father would.

"I have never been fond of your children either, Adar," you reminded him.

"Yet you make a better ally than he. I know you can give up on enslaving the Uruk if I helped you to rule over Middle-earth with their army in return. Alone. A Queen with no King," he whispered and his tempting words sent a shiver down your spine.

After a very short moment of hesitation – which surprised you to exist at all – you nodded at Adar.

“Say no more,” you whispered.

And when Mairon informed you a few weeks after your wedding that he wanted to be crowned soon and that he wished for you to be the one to put Morgoth’s crown onto his head, you agreed with a sweet smile that should have made him realise how false it was. But he was too relieved with the fact that you seemed to have no problem at all with giving him the most important title, therefore he did not notice the coldness of your gaze.

"My dear," he kneeled in front of you while you were sitting on the edge of your bed and he held your hands softly in his as he leaned in to kiss them. "It brings me so much joy to know it will be you to lay the crown onto my head. I do not wish for anyone else to bless me for I would not be here if it was not for you."

"Indeed, my sweet Mairon," was all you said with a scolding gaze but, once again, he chose not to see it. “My King,” you added with irony – one more time the tone of your voice remained ignored.

Sometimes, he would use his illusions to fool even himself. And that very thing would turn out to be his demise.

“You will be my right hand, my Queen, my goddess,” he kept assuring you and kissing the palms of your hands as you kept gritting your teeth.

His right hand, he dared to say. You were supposed to be one body, one soul. His Queen and yet she would bear no crown – not the same as his at least. His goddess but his devotion was a lie. He loved power more than he loved you.

But you loved power more than you loved him as well, so it was only fair.

And how else could you repay for his betrayal if not with a betrayal in return?

You already had a whole plan formed with Adar and all you had to do now was to patiently wait for the day of the coronation. You truly hoped that Morgoth's crown was powerful enough to kill your husband, so he could exist no more and so would the bond of blood magic between you be broken forever.

You were wearing beautiful, matching robes with your husband and your only audience were the Orcs and Adar, who was holding Morgoth’s crown as Mairon decided to give a speech to his new army.

You couldn’t help yourself as you kept glancing at the re-fired and re-shaped crown with a bitter and sour expression. 

“Always, after a defeat… the shadow takes another shape and grows again. Morgoth is gone,” your husband announced to the Orcs. “Leaving us alone and disgraced. But today, a new age begins,” he added and you exchanged a meaningful look with Adar at the sight of Mairon’s fingers fidgeting nervously. “Under me. Your new master. Sauron.”

It should have been you. Giving the speech. Being crowned. And you would be. Soon. Very soon.

However, you loved the dramatics as much as your husband. And you would gladly allow him to make a fool out of himself first.

“And with a new age, I bring a new vision. A path to unconditional conquest. For I seek a new kind of power,” Mairon raised his right hand as he spoke, posing to be some sort of a sage sharing his wisdom. “Not of the flesh, but over flesh. A power of the unseen world. One we shall use to enslave the peoples of Middle-earth to our very will.”

The Orcs seemed to be content with his words and for that one thing you admired him, actually – the way he always knew what to say to make people follow him and be enamoured with his visions.

You knew that he did not care about what the Orcs wanted and the words he was using now were nothing but a temptation for them to obey his orders. But it was them he wanted enslaved, not the others. The others were meant to be healed.

“Many Orcs will die,” Mairon added and you felt Adar moving uncomfortably. The Orcs did not seem to be as happy as before and you could not blame them. You glanced at your husband with a raised eyebrow.

Sometimes, even the ones most graced with a gift of the golden speech, would say a sentence too many.

“But out of the chaos, we will forge a new and perfect order. No longer will we be hunted as the demons who broke Middle-earth, but rather worshipped as the saviours who finally healed it,” Mairon smiled, excitedly and you rolled your eyes. “By bringing its peoples together, to rule them all as one!” He raised his hands but he was overdoing himself, it was too much and the Orcs were not as stupid as he believed them to be.

You could sense their nervousness and you could hear their whispers in the Black Speech: “Sauron lies”.

It brought you lots of satisfaction as you smirked to yourself, however you had to hide that smile quickly because your husband’s eyes desperately seeked for yours. He needed your comfort and your encouragement, so pathetically. So desperate to prove his worth as he had always been.

You nodded at him with a sympathetic smile, playing a role of a dutiful and supportive wife.

“Doubt me at your peril,” he began once more but his voice slightly weakened as he did so and then he clasped his hands while his voice suddenly turned darker. He decided to use a different tactic. “You have nowhere else to turn. The Valar will never forgive you. Elves will never accept you,” he pointed out. “Men… Men will never look upon you with anything but horror and disgust,” he added with a hint of satisfaction and contempt.

Perhaps you were not as skilled as he was with your speeches but you knew that this was not the way to lure the Orcs. It was not the way to lure anyone. Mairon was losing control – even the fact his hands were clasped was only trying to hide how shaky they had become.

“A corrupted and ignoble race, worthy only to be haunted and slaughtered,” he continued as the Orcs began to growl. In that moment, you were glad you had your pact with Adar, because otherwise you would not feel safe amongst them.

Suddenly, one of the Orcs standing closest to Mairon attacked him with his blade, making an assassination attempt. Your husband swiftly defended himself and slit his throat, for which you were glad.

You would kill that Orc yourself if he maimed Mairon before you could lay your hands on him. He was yours to slaughter.

As the creature dropped down to his knees and continued choking on his own blood, you watched Mairon pull the Orc even closer and watch his suffering with the same fascinated expression as you had used to watch him when he had been reshaped by Morgoth.

And then, he finished the assassin off with his own blade being put into the Orc’s skull. Over and over again as Adar flinched at the sight of his son being treated this way and the Orcs kept growling in anger.

And you, in that moment – for a short while – actually considered following your husband like you had once followed Morgoth. To forgive him his betrayal and to play along the role of a dutiful wife.

His cruelty spurred you on as you watched and watched, refusing to look away until the Orc’s body hit the floor and Mairon threw away the blade to fix his ginger hair that had gotten messy from the fight.

You could sense his frustration. His blood was now flowing in your veins just like yours was flowing in his.

“I am your only future and my path is your only path!” He yelled at the Orcs, fury and rage filling him whole and causing the veins of his face to fill up and swell with his thick and black blood.

You cleared your throat, awkwardly. The admiration you had felt not even a minute earlier was all gone now and once again you felt ashamed of your husband.

Morgoth had never yelled desperately like that to get respect. He had never threatened – not so openly. His very presence had been enough to follow him out of fear.

“Who among you dare say otherwise?” Mairon asked, more calmly now.

Soon, he would find out who exactly dared.

But so far, he still trusted you. He turned his head around and nodded at you, his eyes filled with faith.

You nodded back and took Morgoth’s crown from Adar’s hands. It was heavy and powerful as its dark magic vibrated from it all throughout your body when you carried it towards the crowd.

The Orcs were snarling at you when you raised your hands with the crown, not pleased at all that you were about to lay it upon your husband’s head.

“All Hail, Lord Sauron!” Adar exclaimed in the Black Speech. “The New Dark Lord.”

The Orcs hesitated but they followed what their Lord Father said.

“All hail!” They chanted and you walked away to your husband, who had just kneeled for you.

Like in the old days, before all the battles Morgoth had been sending him to. Mairon would kneel and you would bless him with your sword.

You raised your hands once more as a thrill of excitement went through your body. Mairon looked up at you through the crown placed above his head and you could spot the hint of doubt. Your bond worked both ways and he could sense something disturbing about you but you soothed him with a soft and fake smile.

Unsurely, he lowered his head once more and looked down, waiting for you to grace his head with the burden of the crown.

And the crown was a burden indeed. So full of dark and powerful magic that you knew already it was most certainly enough to kill a spirit like your husband.

You turned it around in a swift movement and lowered it with all your strength to stab him in the back of his neck as the crown’s poison infected his veins and made him move back out of the sudden pain.

You took the crown away from him and took a few steps back to stand next to Adar as the Orcs began screaming and approaching you all. Mairon’s eyes were full of surprise and disappointment and he kept them only on you as you graced him with the same soft smile you had been giving him for weeks now; for him to finally realise how false it was all this time.

“You could have kept your promise, my pet,” you told him in the Quenya language.

Your words angered him and he tried to stand up with his weakened limbs to fight you but in that very moment a group of Orcs attacked him all at once, stabbing his flesh continuously as you watched. He was making an attempt to fight them back and for the state he was in, he was truly doing well, but they were too many and he was alone.

And even if some part of you would truly mourn for your husband, the dark item in your hand with his blood dripping down on the floor from its iron spikes was enough to bring your mind back on the right path.

And as the Orcs kept stabbing his body, which was laying now in the puddle of dark and sticky blood, you raised the crown once more and put it on your own head, feeling Mairon’s blood dripping from it onto your face.

You licked your lips to get the taste. For the one last time you tasted him as you smirked.

You turned your head around to nod at Adar and he nodded back at you.

All hail the New Dark Lady.

MASTERLIST

[pynkhues]

Oh you know I need your dream cast for a Succession prequel, Sophie

(x)

Okay okay okay, SO first thing's first, my dream Succession prequel is set against the 80s clusterfuck expansion into parks because every little bit of canon we got about that era just cooks. You've got Logan meeting Frank (and probably Gerri), Logan's whirlwind romance then toxic marriage to Caroline, Logan starting to have the golden trio and reconnecting with Connor and dealing with the aftermath of what happened to, and with, Connor's mother! Plus Ewan may or may not be still involved in the company? (I choose to think he is!)

As a result, a lot of my casting is partially determined by the age the characters would be then, which means I've had to change some actual dream casting (Romola Garai as 40yo Gerri, my beloved), but it's also a pretty fun era to think about so that's fine.

Anyway, let David Tennant as Young(er) Ewan invite you in:

I really love the Snr. Roy's being from Scotland, and their backstory feels so entwined with Scottish WWII history, so I wanted to honour that a bit in the fancasting, but all the same, I think I probably would've cast David Tennant anyway. I think he can sell that simultaneous moral superiority and absolute hypocrisy in a way that Ewan needs, and honestly, I just love the idea of him reading Jesse Armstrong's dialogue, haha.

Was Karl working for Logan in the 80s? I choose to believe yes, because I love him. Jack Lowden's been one of those actors who's popped up in a few things I've watched lately - Fighting with My Family, Small Axe and Slow Horses in particular, and I've been consistently pretty impressed with him? I think he's got a good handle of comedic timing (important for anyone taking up the Karl mantle) but also is a compelling dramatic actor and I think he could kill it opposite...

David Rysdahl as Young Frank! I've always figured Frank would've been a bit younger than Logan, and I love that little glimpse we got in canon of Frank having been brought in to advise on the parks acquisition and then Logan basically making him an offer to stay. There's something extra crunchy there for me if Frank's a little wide-eyed at the time and Logan oozes that charm that we know that he can turn on when he wants to. I like the psychosexual drama, and I also like the idea of Frank having this weird sort of connection to Caroline and Kendall because he met them while he was still impressionable / in the midst of being swept up.

But yes, haha, David Rysdahl I think is a bit of an up-and-comer, which is kinda funny given he's been in a lot of stuff. I've liked him though in the newest season of Fargo, and lowkey think he looks a bit like a young Peter Friedman.

Honestly, I just loved her in Swallow a lot, and she played the smart, unhappy, unhinged, WASP-y wife there to such perfection that I think she'd be ideal for a young Gerri who's still better known as Baird's wife than as counsel. There's such an attitude and vulnerability to Haley too which I think would match J's quite well, plus they have a bit of a similar look too which works for me? I want to see her claw her way in! And I also want to see her toxic relationship with Caroline which leads to her being Shiv's godmother.

Speaking of...

Honestly, I went through a few people for Caroline and she was surprisingly hard to cast. A lot of actresses who felt like they might fit the bill - Michelle Dockery and Claire Foy were two that sprung to mind - didn't really work as I didn't think they could quite balance the acidity with the blunt charm and playfulness that Harriet Walter just does so well (and honestly is a testament to what an actress she is). But then! Jessie Buckley! I've loved Jessie in everything I've seen her in, from Women Talking to The Lost Daughter, but it was actually thinking about her turn in Misbehaviour which made me think of her for this, exactly because of how she can play, well playfulness.

Plus I think she'd be a lot of fun opposite...

I did say I''d go with a Scotsman! Ewan McGregor's been in a few mmm, less good things lately, which makes a turn in a role like Logan Roy could potentially be pretty great. He's always been a remarkable actor, and one who, I think, can find the heart in any role, which is arguably what any actor playing Logan needs. Plus I always tend to think Ewan has chemistry with everyone he acts opposite, and I think he could really sell Logan's naked charisma in this era in a way that would make sense given he's making some pretty questionable choices across the board in the 80s. Plus, y'know, to the point of the post that inspired this one, I think him playing Logan would do a lot of psychic damage to people who could only ever see Logan as perpetrator of abuse and never as product or victim.

[amoromniaodium]

Slow Horses

Irina Agapov (OC x River Cartwright)

Irina Shayk as Irina Agapov

Jack Lowden as River Cartwright

Gary Oldman as Jackson Lamb

The rest of the cast as themselves

Introduction

When Irina was a young girl, too young to remember everything clearly, her mother brought home a British spy. It’s important to note that Irina did not know who he was until years later. He was very different from the usual men her mother brought around. For one, he wasn’t Russian. He was smaller than the typical Eastern European men, and when he spoke Russian, his accent made her giggle. Even at her young age, Irina could tell that he was dangerously charismatic. After his third visit, her father disappeared and was never found. Her babushka told her he had died for Mother Russia, but Irina knew, even as a child, that it was really the strangely charismatic man with the piercing glare—his eyes, blue like the deepest part of the ocean—that was responsible. That’s the only thing she truly remembered about him: the eyes.

Later, her mother and she left Germany for England to start a new life. However, at that time, England was not kind to Russian immigrants. It was there that Irina learned to build masks and switch between them quickly. She developed an ability to read situations and analyze human reactions—skills honed while running from bullies, but some would say they were passed down by her father and grandfathers, all men involved in the world of espionage. So it was no surprise that the same man who visited her mother when she was young continued to keep an eye on Irina—until she disappeared to America at the age of 16.

Jackson Lamb knew deep down that little Irina was going to be a problem. He just never realized what kind, until it was too late.

—-

Irina has worked worldwide for government agencies and private companies in need of her services. Her exploits, as terrifying as they are magnificent, are in high demand everywhere. However, when she learned that Jackson Lamb now works at Slough House—and has for years—she couldn’t resist visiting him. She had also heard that he had grown particularly attached to his group of misfits, especially one named Standish. Finding work in London wouldn’t be difficult for Irina, but the real issue was that this particular group of incompetents would somehow worm their way into her cold-blooded heart, especially one River Cartwright, whose grandfather she despises.

This is the story of how a little Russian girl became one of the most feared assassins, but if you were able to find a way into her cold heart, she would be willing to do anything for you.

This is the story of River Cartwright, a kind and gentle soul whose stupidity might outweigh his competence, but whose love will bring about great change.

This is the story of Jackson Lamb and the little Russian girl with big green eyes—whom he was never able to forget, but wishes he could.

This is the story of the Slow Horses, whose incompetence may make them the best agents in MI5—if only they had one superhuman addition.

This is the story of Lady Di, who will regret knowing Jackson Lamb for the rest of her life.

——

Preview:

"What happened to you? You used to be an extremely attractive man."

"And how would you know? You were only five years old."

“River Cartwright, you say? Cartwright, as in…?"

"Ah, yes, you know my grandfather?" River replied.

Irina couldn’t help but burst into laughter—not a soft, elegant laugh, but the kind you get when you realize that karma has delivered a perfect blow to your biggest enemy.

"Ah, perfect! The old bastard’s grandson in Slough House—this is better than anything I could have done to him. How did he react when you told him?"

River wasn’t sure how to respond.

"No, don’t tell me. I’ll let my imagination run wild for the next two months. Thank you, you’ve truly brought me joy," she said before brushing past him to go upstairs, shouting, "Lamb, Lamb! Please tell me you have a picture of the—"

River didn’t hear the rest, but he could guess where she was going. The only thing he managed to say, five minutes too late, was "You’re welcome."

He wasn’t sure if it was her confidence, perfect posture, perfume, or her face that made his brain slow down, but he knew one thing: her presence here was definitely not going to help his chances of getting back to the Park.

[macchiavato]

Would you ever do a mairon/Melkor art piece at some point?

Peter steel ( guitar player) is the best face claim for Melkor if you're looking for a good one.

Jack lowden and peerer steel as Mairon x Melkor.

Morgoth (and inevitably Angbang) is on my list of things I want to draw badly this year, yes! Won't be for a little while, but I'm really interested in putting the big M on canvas :) And wow, Peter Steele... His charisma is off the charts! He is very close to M in my head, I understand the fancast!

[dear-indies]

I'm not sure if you saw my ask or not, but I'm trying to assemble a fancast of sorts and I was wondering if you could help me find one for Gambit from x-men? I like the feel of Austin Butler but he's not a red head.

Sam Reid (1987)

William Moseley (1987)

Glen Powell (1988)

Luke Bracey (1989)

Jack Lowden (1990)

Joe Alwyn (1991)

George MacKay (1992)

Cameron Monaghan (1993)

Jake Austin Walker (1997)

Not all of these are ginger but they have a reddish tint... sometimes.

[denaliwrites]

Inappropriate

River Cartwright x GN!Reader

Catch and Release Prompt: "Uniform"

Summary: River is once again failing upwards. How does he do it?

Requests: Tentatively open-ish. It's a process.

Warnings: A thing you should never do in real life but this is fanfic and it's indulgent so it's fine.

You were just finishing up with the senior Cartwright when you heard the front door softly open and shut somewhere behind you. A few moments later and the junior Cartwright, River, stepped into the room with an awkward smile.

It was like this every day you were here -- River never really seemed to know how to approach you, or talk to you, or even so much as exist in the same space as you. You were luckily well adjusted to the discomfort of the families of your patients, so it never bothered you much that he was weird around you.

"I -- erm, hello," River finally greeted you as he awkwardly skirted around you to get to his grandfather. "How was he today?"

"Fine," you answered simply, soothingly. "Just finished up with him, actually. I'll be on my way, unless there's anything you need from me before I go?"

River gave his grandfather a cursory once over, then stood to his full height and gave you another awkward smile. "Yeah, actually, if I could just talk to you for a moment in the kitchen?"

"Oh. Sure, yeah," you said and easily led River into the next room.

He stood in the doorway, blocking his grandfather from entering. "So, erm, I just wanted to ask -- you know... well..." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed nervously. "Would you maybe want to go out for dinner sometime?"

You choked back a barking laugh. You'd been warned by superiors about the many ways patients and their loved ones might try to abuse, break down, ignore, sidestep, or even lightly brush against boundaries between professional and personal. You'd never expected it to be quite so blatant and straightforward, however.

"That is -- oh, shit, I'm so sorry. Your reaction... That must be -- you must get asked out quite a lot. I didn't..."

"It's fine, River."

"No, it's not -- I mean -- Listen," he said with a sigh, "I meant as a gesture of appreciation, you know, for helping with my granddad. For taking care of him when I can't, making sure he's okay, all that. I just... I know you're getting paid and whatever, but I just... I wanted to treat you to something -- nice, you know? Dinner was just... obvious. God, I'm an idiot."

You struggled to contain a smile as you shifted closer to him and gently patted his shoulder. "Hey, it's fine? It's fine. I'd love to grab dinner with you sometime."

"Oh -- oh? G-good. Yeah? Good. That's -- okay. Yeah. Awesome. Just -- you know -- you've got my number. Let me know when you're free, and when you're hungry, and..."

"River, it's okay."

"Yeah. It's -- yeah..."

He stepped to the side to let you through, then followed you as you made your way to the front door. It was something he always did -- you heard the lock latch behind you every single night you worked here.

You paused as your hand circled the knob this time, and you turned to look back at River with a light smile. "For what it's worth, you could've just asked me on an actual date. I would've said yes."

"Yeah, that's probably -- wait, what?"

And with that, you stepped out into the brisk evening air, River's confused sputters following you to your car.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Welcome to the next Ficmas story!

This one is a doozy 😅

From the request: Have you been naughty or nice with River x f!reader. The gorgeous Emily asked for plenty of smut, and I hope this delivers!

Enjoy!

Merry Mischief

“In my heart is a Christmas tree farm, where the people would come, to dance under sparkling lights,” you sang from your precarious position standing on the windowsill. 

In heels. 

Hanging Christmas lights. 

You hadn't heard him come in.

You had been listening out for him, of course, but you were concentrating on the task at hand - and singing - so he'd caught you by surprise. 

“Fuck me, you look incredible,” River stared from the doorway as you spin on your heels in time to the music. 

“Oh, shit you're early!”

“I'm not,” he crossed the room, his eyes not leaving you. “I think I'm just in time.”

He’d been gone for so long that it felt like more than just missing him.

He'd walked in through the front door, dropping his bags at his feet. You can tell from his footsteps that he’s exhausted. 

You take a nervous breath, your hands fiddling with the fluffy white trim of your outfit. 

This was stupid, you feel stupid.

God knows you must look fucking stupid.

Especially standing on the sodding windowsill.

You wonder if it’s worth trying to run for the bedroom and hiding for a minute so you can take it off and throw it in the bin.

There’s no way on this earth he’s going to find this attractive. 

He's definitely taking the piss.

The bright red lace babydoll, trimmed with white fur, was teamed with red lacy knickers, stockings (stockings?! You’d officially lost your mind), and the high heels you never wore anymore because they were so painful and so offensively glittery.

(They were useful for that extra reach when hanging the lights, though.)

Oh, and the Santa hat.

Mustn’t forget the Santa hat.

No way on earth could this be classed as ‘hot’. 

Any energy he has left is going to be spent running away, you’re certain of it. 

River looks up at you.

You remain frozen on the spot, waiting for his inevitable laughter. 

A hint of a smirk plays at the corner of his lips.

God it’s good to see him, the butterflies in your stomach have the zoomies, going wild at the sight of his smile.

You hadn’t anticipated being emotional about seeing him, and that was very much not in keeping with the dreadful outfit. 

So you decide to front it out. 

"Welcome home," you smile, full of bravado. 

"Yeah, this is… this is the kind of welcome I'm here for," his eyes roaming up the length of your body as your grin widens in disbelief at his reaction to your outfit. “What are you even doing up there?”

“Putting up lights. Pass me the chair?”

River typically ignores the request and wraps his arms around your thighs, lifting you down. 

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as you slide down his body. 

The red lace bunches in his arms as he holds you tightly until you're secure on the ground. 

His jaw goes slack, he takes a step back to look at you, taking in the sight of the red lace you're wearing. 

"You’re a sight for sore eyes," he murmurs, his voice low.

"Good trip?"

"Awful. Home now." His eyes flick to yours, filled with love, but he goes straight back to looking at the outfit.

"Yes you are," you smile happily.

“Feels a bit better now I’m here." His eyes roam over you again, this time more slowly, taking you in with a heat building in his gaze.

"Any reason why?" you tease. 

He narrows his eyes slightly, a hint of amusement, and shakes his head a little.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" you ask, biting your lower lip.

His eyes lock onto your mouth.

He reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers tracing over your jawline. 

"Oh, definitely," he says, his voice rough with desire. He tilts your chin up towards him, his eyes dark and intense.

"Well then," you lean to brush his lips lightly with your own before moving out of his reach, "have you been naughty or nice?" you ask with a wicked glint.

He takes a step forward, chasing after you. "Naughty," he replies with a hint of a growl, his eyes roaming over you hungrily. "Definitely naughty.”

"Oh no," you exclaim, "what if Santa doesn't bring you a present?”

He pauses, amused at your response. 

"Santa doesn't bring presents for naughty boys? Well, that's not fair," he replies, prowling closer to you.

"River! It's perfectly fair if you've been naughty," you shake your head. You move to unclip the front of the red lingerie. "Guess I'll just have to take this off -”

He takes a step towards you, but stops himself. He can't resist the torment.

"Now that would be a shame," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "But I wouldn't mind seeing you in nothing but those stockings and that Santa hat.”

"Is that right? You don't like this?" You query, the babydoll remaining on. 

He takes your hand and guides you into a slow spin, his eyes roaming over every inch of your curves in the lingerie. 

He takes in the way the heels accentuate your legs, the red lace panties that leave very little to the imagination, and the babydoll that is practically transparent. 

The Santa hat on top of it all completes the look.

He tugs you closer and whispers in your ear, his voice hoarse with desire. "I can't wait to rip it off you.”

"Your behaviour really does need addressing if you think you're going to rip this," you warn, mischief in your eyes. He glances at your red pouted lips.

He grins, stepping forward and closing the gap between you again. 

"Needs some addressing? And what do you think you're gonna to do about it?" River challenges, a hint of mischief in his own eyes.

The way he looks at you sends sparks down your back, but you remain in control. 

"I think you can still turn that naughty into a nice," you assure him, “and I can prove it.”

He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your suggestion. His hands rest gently on your hips, his touch burning through the thin lace of the lingerie.

"And how do you propose you're going to do that, hm? I'm not sure I know how to be nice," he says, his voice low and teasing.

"Well first," you lean up on your tiptoes to kiss him lightly before removing his hands from your hips, "no touching. That comes later.”

He groans in frustration as you remove his hands from your hips, already missing the warm feel of your body under his touch. 

"Not fair," he mutters, his voice ragged with desire.

"I know, I intend to make it as... hard as possible," you tease, grazing your hand across the front of his jeans. "You look tired, maybe you should sit down?" You nudge him towards the sofa.

He lets out another frustrated groan as the touch of your hand sends a jolt of heat to his already straining body. 

He sits down heavily, his eyes suspiciously tracking your every movement.

"Santa doesn't bring presents to just anyone, you know? Only those who deserve them." You tell him, turning in front of him and bending over to light the candle on the table. 

He watches with a mixture of fascination and annoyance as you move in front of him, your movements slow and deliberate.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he mutters, his eyes following the curves of your body.

"So much fun," you grin, breaking character briefly. "I missed you," you whisper. "Now then, how do you think I can help you stop being naughty?" You slip back into your Miss Claus persona.

"I love you," he tells you quickly, disarming you with a smile so full of disbelief and wonder it nearly knocks you off your shoes, before playing along again. "And I'm not so sure I want to stop being naughty," he admits, reaching to run a hand up your leg. 

"None of that," you warn, batting his hand away lightly. You give him a little tut of admonishment.

He groans again, but the light in his eyes shows he's enjoying your little game. 

"How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when you look like that?" he complains.

"That sounds like a you problem, River," you tell him. 

"You know I can get you back? I will get you back?" He teases.

"Oh, I don't doubt it. You'll have your revenge. It's only a matter of time," you reply with a smirk. 

He cocks his head to the side, a wicked gleam in his eye. “I'm quite looking forward to it.”

"I'd better make it worthwhile then," you tell him, sinking to your knees

He's unable to look away as you kneel at his feet, the barely there babydoll just about clinging onto you.

"God, you're killing me," he groans, shifting on the sofa.

"Oh, but that's the last thing I want," you soothe, running your hands up his thighs.

He shivers under your touch, the feel of your hands moving up his thighs sending a jolt of pure want through his body. 

He leans back into the sofa, his hands clenching and unclenching as he resists the urge to reach out and grab you.

"You're making this so damn hard," he manages to mutter, his voice trembling.

You pop the button of his jeans and slip a hand inside, "so I see," you tell him, your mouth watering with anticipation. 

He looks down at you, a mixture of hunger and desperation in his eyes. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warns, his voice thick with desire and restraint.

"Am I, though?" You ask innocently. You tap his hip, he responds by lifting his hips so that you can slide his jeans down. His eyes never leave you as you do so, his breath coming in short, ragged pants.

"You know exactly what you're doing," he growls.

"I've just missed my boyfriend," you pout, "so much.”

He groans at the sight of your pout, his resolve weakening further.

"I've missed you too," he mutters, the huskiness in his tone betraying his growing need. "You're making it impossible to be good.”

"I'm doing nothing of the sort," you tell him with a knowing smile. “I'm showing you how good you can be.”

"I know you look good on your knees," he bites back. 

"Oh, I can stay down here for a long time," you smirk again, your gaze dropping from his face to the hard bulge in his boxers.

"You're a tease," he gasps, his eyes darkening with raw need, watching you lick your lips. 

"Takes one to know one, love. You just always assume you've got the upper hand." He gasps as your hand wraps around him and squeezes lightly, the touch sending a bolt of electricity through his body. “But maybe I have this time?” You wonder. 

His body tenses under your touch. He leans back against the sofa, the effort it's taking to restrain himself from reaching out and grabbing you is overwhelming. 

"Hmm I think I'd be better off using my mouth, don't you?" you wonder aloud.

He lets out an involuntary moan at your words, the image they conjure in his mind almost sending him over the edge.

"God, yes," he rasps, his voice rough and strained. "Please -”

"I really don't think you should be rewarded for being naughty, though…”

He groans in frustration, his grip on the sofa cushions tightening.

"Tell me, why do you think you're on the naughty list?" you move your hand torturously slowly up and down his throbbing cock, holding his gaze as you touch him.

He shivers under the slow movement of your hand, his eyes locked on your hand as he grits his teeth and tries to form a coherent thought.

"I- I've been bad," he manages to choke out. "I've been... thinking of all the things I want to do to you, and none of them are... nice.”

"Maybe if you share them, we can decide together?”

His breath catches in his throat at the thought of sharing his ideas with you. 

"Are you sure you're ready to hear them?" he asks, his voice huskier than ever.

"I'm definitely ready," you tell him, increasing your speed slightly.

“I want to fuck you on every surface in this flat, your flat, the car -”

"We could start right now, if you like?" you suggest, arching an eyebrow. 

The suggestion instantly ignites a fire in his eyes, "God, I want that so badly," he groans, his voice ragged with desire. "But you said I'm on the naughty list, remember?”

"I'm not so sure you are," you decide. He's holding out better than you expected, you'll be giving in before him at this rate. "Maybe we're as bad as each other.”

He lets out a breathless laugh, the edge of a growl in his voice. "You're saying you're on the naughty list too?" he asks. "I find that hard to believe.”

"Really? I've been so naughty while you've been gone," you sigh.

His eyes narrow at your confession, a mixture of curiosity and possessiveness igniting in his gaze.

"Oh, have you now?" he asks, his voice rough with intrigue. "And what exactly have you been up to while I was away?”

"Well, I have needs, and you weren't here," you pout.

His eyes darken at your words, possessiveness bubbling up inside him.

"I just couldn't wait, I needed you so badly. I was aching for you," you sigh, running your hands over your lace covered breast and down the open babydoll. 

His breath catches in his chest at your admission, desire flaming in his eyes.

"You needed me that badly?" he rasps, his voice thick with want. "I wish I had been there to take care of you.”

"So badly," you admit. "I was so wet," you pretend to look shocked. “So noisy…” You're desperate now to put your hand to your clit, to reach into the soaked lace of the knickers and relieve some pressure. Your knees spread a little wider as your hips grind against empty space. 

River’s breath catches as he watches you. He shifts where he sits, his body aching with need.

"Were you thinking about me when you took care of yourself?” He mutters, his voice rough with desire.

You nod, "yep, I thought about this," your hand moves a little faster again, "your tongue... It wasn't enough. I've been waiting so long for you to come back and split me open.”

A low, animalistic groan escapes him at the thought of you thinking about his tongue while you touch yourself. The image consumes his mind.

"God, -" he moans, his voice ragged with need. "You have no idea how much I wanted to be there to take care of you.”

"So you see," you stage whisper, "I've been naughty too.”

He shivers under your soft words, his eyes darkened with desire. A flicker of a smirk appears on his face.

"I suppose you have been," he admits, his voice rough. "But that just makes me want you more.”

"Good, because this outfit is so gorgeous," you tell him with a sarcastic smirk.

He lets out another strained noise, his eyes roaming over your body again, taking in every inch of lace and skin.

"I know you're taking the piss, but god, you look amazing," he growls, his hands clenching and unclenching with the effort to stay still. “You drive me insane.”

"Me?" You wonder, shaking your head. "I would never," you assure him as you lick your lips, preparing to feel the weight of him on your tongue.

He groans again, his eyes fixed on your tongue as you lick your lips. The sight of you is almost too much for him to bear.

"You're a tease, and you know it," he mutters, his voice taut with need. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?”

"Would you like me to stop?" You ask, lowering your mouth to him, your breath ghosting over his sensitive skin.

He lets out a shaky moan as your breath brushes against him, his body trembling with the effort to control himself.

"No, don't stop," he gasps, his voice raspy. "God, please don't stop.”

"Thought you might say that," you smirk as you let your tongue glide over him lightly before enveloping him fully with your mouth.

He groans loudly as your mouth closes around him, and his hands immediately fly to your hair, tangling and gripping in it. His head falls back as the sensation of your tongue sends a wave of pleasure through his body. 

"God, you feel so good," he gasps, his voice hitching.

You hum with satisfaction on hearing his words, concentrating on the task at hand, his praise turning you on even more.

His fingers tug at your hair, he can barely form a coherent thought, his mind consumed by the feel of your mouth.

“I'm sure I've fucking dreamt this," he mutters, his voice thick with pleasure.

You release him, a trail of saliva linking you to him, "Thought I said no touching?”

River lets out a strangled moan as the warmth of your mouth disappears, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. His body is taut with need, his chest heaving with each labored breath.

"You're cruel," he complains, opening his eyes and shooting you a filthy look. "You can't expect me to keep my hands to myself when you're doing that to me.”

"But I do, actually, River." You flutter your eyelashes as you put your mouth to him again.

He hisses out a breath as your tongue circles him once more, his hips involuntarily bucking in response to the sudden sensation.

"God, you're insufferable," he gasps, his fingers clawing at the cushions of the sofa. "Wait till I get hold of you and-”

His words hitch again as your moans and tongue drive him closer to the edge. His body is taut with need, his muscles straining under the effort to keep still.

Your body thrums with anticipation, your moan vibrating against his skin as your tongue traces him within your mouth.

"God, I need you," he gasps, his voice raw with desire. "I need you so badly.”

Your head bobs faster, your hand reaching where your mouth can't take all of his length. 

You need him inside you, need to feel the delicious stretch as he fills you up. 

He lets out a guttural moan as you increase your pace, and he bucks his hips again involuntarily, driven by the unbearable pleasure coursing through his body. His fingers dig into the cushions, his knuckles turning white with the effort to restrain himself.

"God, I can't hold on much longer," he gasps, his voice strained and ragged. "Please, I need you... need to feel you... need to touch you…”

You tap your hollowed cheek, indicating what you want him to do, and he groans, his body aching with need. "Are you sure you want me to do that?" he asks, his voice hoarse with desire and hesitation.

You gaze up at his flushed face, and wink in confirmation.

“You're going to be the death of me," he murmurs. You take his clenched fists from the sofa and unfurl them, placing them on the back of your head. 

“Fucking hell, f-fuck” 

You take him as deeply as you can, encouraging him to the end.

He hesitates for just a moment more, then gives in to your request, holding your hair back from your face so he can see your lipstick stained lips wide around his rock hard cock. 

He's careful enough that he'd never hurt you, but he fucks your mouth like he's waited an age to feel the slick warmth of your tongue around him. 

“Such a good girl, such a wicked mouth,” he groans with each thrust. 

Each nudge to the back of your throat has your cunt aching for more, as if they're directly connected.

With you expertly guiding him, his cock pulses as he spills into your waiting, wanting mouth. 

While his shaking hands move from your hair, you gently squeeze his thigh before releasing him with a wicked smile. 

He looks at you with a mixture of desire and frustration, his body thrumming with need, yours is on fire. 

“Fuck me, I have dreamt this,” his head falls back against the sofa, “amongst other things.”

"Well maybe once you've recovered, you can show me" you sit back, the points of your heels digging into the curve of your ass.

He lets out a huff of air as you look up at him, his eyes roaming over your body like you're a feast laid out before him. 

"Count on it," he promises, his voice low and gravelly. 

"Am I leaving the heels on?" you ask, standing to let your knees recover.

"Oh, absolutely," he mutters, his gaze raking over you. "They're staying on for now,” he reaches for you, pulling you into his lap with ease, his hands roaming over your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “Can we forget the no touching rule?”

His hand slips through the opening of the lace babydoll and onto your waist.

“I'm not sure about that,” you say, letting your arms wrap around him, ready for a kiss at long last. His hands dutifully drop either side of your thighs. 

He gazes at you for a moment, his eyes darkened impossibly more than before, his desire etched in every line of his face.

“But you're allowed to touch?” He asks. 

“Can't keep my hands off you,” you grin. 

Finally, he leans forward and captures your lips in a searing kiss, his mouth claiming yours in a heated frenzy.

"I've missed you," you confirm against his mouth.

He lets out a low, rough sound at your words.

"I've missed you too," he whispers against your mouth, his breath hot against your skin. "So much. You have no idea how much I've ached for you.”

You rock against him, needing your own release after providing his.

He groans as you rock against him, his body responding to your movement.

"God, you feel so good," he mutters, his voice ragged with need. His hips reflexively move in response to yours, “I need to touch you,” he mirrors your rhythm, as his fists tighten around the sofa cushions.

The lace of the babydoll grazes against your nipples and it's been so long, you're sure he could tip you over the edge without even touching you.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he gasps, his voice strangled with need. "I could just touch you, just once, and you'd be right there, wouldn't you?”

You nod frantically, "River,” you plead, “I'm so close.”

Your hips roll against his, the heat from your body burning against his. 

"I can feel how close you are," he breathes, his voice thick with need and an edge of huskiness. "You're so beautiful, so worked up, and... it's all for me.”

"I just… I just needed you so much, god, I needed your hands, your..." Your hips grind down against him and he can't resist any longer, his hand slipping down between your bodies to your soaking cunt.

You whine into his mouth, his barely-there touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins. His fingers brush against your knickers, and he gasps at the heat and wetness he finds there.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he whispers, his voice ragged with desire. "I've missed touching you so much. You're already so wet and needy for me. Come for me.” 

It's not much of a request, the walls of your cunt clench and flex at the faintest graze of his hand. 

"Oh god, Riv, I need to -" your voice breaks as the singular touch has your body shuddering against his. 

His eyes are fixed on your face, captivated by the sight of you so overcome with pleasure.

"There's my girl, I've got you," he murmurs, his voice gentle but still carrying a hint of huskiness.

You smile shyly, breathless from your unexpected release. Wonderful, but not enough. 

"Now we're even," you sigh.

He laughs, the sound reverberating through his chest. He runs his hands up and down your back, enjoying the afterglow.

"We're far from even, love," he says, raising an eyebrow and giving you a wolfish grin. "I didn't even have to work for that one.”

You blush, though you're embarrassed, he's proud as punch at being able to make you come with just one touch. 

"Anyway, I've still got all of this to enjoy," he tells you, brushing his fingers over the lace again, the roughness of his fingers contrasting with the soft material, sending a shiver through you. 

"Yes, you do," you agree, “good thing I didn't chicken out of wearing it.”

“Show me again,” he requests. “Stand up for a minute," he instructs, his voice commanding.

You do as he asks, standing on slightly shaky legs in front of him.

He watches you, his eyes burning a path over your body, taking in every curve and contour. His hands grip the cushions again to keep himself from touching you.

"Now turn around and show me how stunning you look from the back in this thing. Slowly.”

You blush, the bold act slipping a little under his command. You turn slowly on the spot, River's eyes roving over every inch of your body. 

"Perfect," he said darkly. 

"You think that'll get you back on the nice list? Buttering me up?" you ask, taking a step towards him.

A smirk appears on his face as you take a step towards him, his eyes burning with desire for you.

"I think it could work," he teases, his hands itching to reach for you. "I think it'll get me pretty far up the nice list. This Santa might be the most forgiving one I've ever seen, she's definitely got the best legs," he grins slyly.

"I think they'll wrap around you perfectly," you tell him, taking your previous position, straddling his thighs, his desire for you evident between you both. You tug his t-shirt over his head, spraying your palms across his shoulders. 

His hands immediately go to your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin as he relishes the feel of you wrapped around him. He gazes up at you, his eyes raking over your body with a mix of desire and love.

"God, you feel so good like this," he grits out, his voice strained with the effort to keep still. His fingers trace patterns across your thighs, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.

"I think you're allowed to touch me now," you tell him, rolling your core against him.

He groans as you roll your core against him, his eyes rolling back slightly at the unexpected friction. His hands tighten on your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Thank fuck for that," he gasps, his voice hoarse with need and relief. He reaches into the babydoll, his large hands skimming softly over your waist and hips. “I need to be inside you,” he tells you, pressing his hard cock against you. 

You slip your underwear to one side, line your centre up to him and sink down slowly. He grits his teeth as you lower yourself onto him, his hands gripping your hips as if to steady you. A low, guttural sound comes from his throat as he feels you surround him, the feeling like a bolt of electricity through your body.

"You're so tight, so perfect. Look at how well you take me, even though it's been so long.”

You grip him like a vice, your senses flooded as you begin to move slowly. 

"Oh god, oh, River -" you're breathless with need, he feels incredible, filling you so completely. 

“I've been thinking about this every day,” he cups your cheek, bringing you into a searing kiss. “You missed me? Missed this?" 

“So much,” you tell him, your voice breaking as you choke back a sob. 

His eyes narrow a fraction as your words, filled with desire and need, wash over him. He can see the fire in your eyes, the raw, unbridled need for him. And it drives him crazy.

"Fill me up, let me feel you," you beg, rising and sinking on him. Taking him deeper each time you sink back down. "I need more,” you beg, speeding up.

He groans as you take him deeper and, as if the dam has broken, his hands on your hips tighten even more, his fingers digging into your skin. He guides your movement, helping you go faster, taking what you need.

"I know what you want," he rasps, his voice rough and dark with desire. "Let me give it to you. I'm gonna give you everything you need. And I'm gonna make sure you remember it.”

"I've missed this so much," you pant, "fuck me, River, I'm so close.”

"I've missed this too," he gasps, his voice strained and desperate. "I've missed you, your body, all of it. You feel so good, so perfect. Let go, come for me again,” he demands. 

Your body shudders and convulses against him as you reach your peak and he fucks you through it, his rhythm not faltering even as you come undone around him. He's relentless as he keeps pumping into you, his eyes locked on your face, watching you come apart.

"God, you look beautiful when you come apart like that, I could watch you all night.”

You collapse against him, your damp forehead in the crook of his neck. He slows, holding you tight against him. His hand comes to brush up your back, holding you close as he continues to thrust into you.

"You okay, love?" he whispers, his voice a mix of concern and desire. He gently caresses up and down your spine as he speaks, his other hand

his other hand slots between your bodies, his thumb circling your clit, coaxing you into another release. 

"I can't," you whisper. 

"You can, I'm not stopping till you can't walk," he promises.

His words make your body shiver, the combination of his soft, seductive tone and the promise of the pleasure he plans to wring from you causing a flurry of sensations.

"You've got more," he continues, "I'm not finished with you yet.”

You bite back a whimper as his words hit you, 

"River," you whine, still resting in the crook of his neck, trying to catch your breath.

"You can take it, I want to feel you come again all over me," his fingers brush more firmly against you. Combined with him still hard and rocking inside you, the fire in your belly is rising again, the release creeping up on you.

"God, River -” you increase your speed again, the need for him too great to ignore. 

You push away the burning in your thighs as you're opened up by his cock over, and over. 

"You can do it, love, let me feel you," he instructs. The demand makes you grip him tighter within your walls as you match the speed of his movements.  

A soft whimper escapes your lips as the fire in your belly builds and builds.

"Oh, god," you gasp, your voice trembling. You finish again, your body shaking as you succumb to the pleasure he's drawing from you. He holds you close, his hands and arms wrapping around you, holding you steady as you ride out the waves of ecstasy.

"That's it, love," he whispers, his voice filled with satisfaction. "That's my girl. How many is that?" he asks, amused. 

You gasp and let out a soft, exhausted laugh. "Three," you murmur, your voice laced with satisfaction. 

"I can do better than that, I want your legs to ache for the rest of the week. I want you to feel me even when I'm not inside you," he tells you. 

Your breath catches in your throat as he tells you what he wants. 

It sends heat through your veins, each roll of his hips, each cataclysmic orgasm leading to the next one, and the next one, with little time in between to catch your breath. 

Your thighs ache, the roll of your core against him is slower and tighter. River's arms are tight around your waist, keeping you close, building the friction slowly to help you recover. 

When he fucks up into you, there may be a deliciously slow build up, but each thrust is hard and determined. 

Unexpectedly, he lifts you slightly and lays you on your back on the sofa, your thighs slick with your release as he slips out of you.

You feel boneless and limp and the absence of him inside you is both a momentary relief and a disappointment. He pulls off your heels planting kisses over your ankle bone. 

"Don't stop, please don't stop," you beg.

His hands tighten on your hips as you beg him not to stop, his grip possessive and firm as he drags his cock through your folds. 

"I'm not gonna stop, just giving your legs a rest," he tells you softly, caging you with his arms. 

"You're too kind," you giggle, delirious with pleasure. 

"Told you I'm not done," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "You look so good like this, all wrecked.” 

He pushes inside you, tilting your pelvis to nudge the tip of his cock against your g-spot. 

He's controlled and measured, taking his time with you. 

After the teasing and playful nature of the previous encounters, this is intimate and filled with all of the love and affection he was unable to show during your ‘no touching’ game. 

He kisses, nips and licks your neck, your throat, your breasts. His hands caress your warm skin underneath the babydoll. They fight to remove the stockings that cover your legs. 

He places his palm firmly on your lower stomach, increasing the pressure on your g-spot and making you gasp with surprise. 

“Ohhh, god, that's so good, you make me feel so good," you tremble as you feel the edge creeping closer again.

"I can't get enough of you,” he sighed, each deep, show thrust, each snap of his hips grinding against you. 

"I'm going to -, oh god, River,” your voice breaks on the crest of a wave as you reach your peak as you tighten and clench around him.

You let out a weak laugh as you melt into the sofa, still panting for breath. You can feel his smirk as his arms hold you close to him.

“Still with me?”

“Barely,” you croak.

"Well I hope you've saved some strength," he taunts you lightly. "Why don't we finish getting you out of these stockings," he suggests, trailing his hand up your leg. 

You let out a soft, tired sigh as you feel his hand trailing up your leg, his suggestion a welcome one. "That sounds like a good idea," you murmur, your body still feeling boneless and sleepy.

"Then you can lay back and relax," he starts, rolling one stocking down, "while I show you what my tongue can do.”

Your body shivers in response to his words, your exhaustion suddenly replaced with a new burst of anticipation. "You're going to kill me, you know that?" you gasp, your voice thick with a mixture of exhaustion and desire.

“But in the best possible way," he grins wickedly. 

"What a way to go," you giggle. 

"I'm going to make sure that when I go, I die between your thighs," he kisses you deeply. 

You can't help but laugh at his comment, his words making you feel both flustered and amused. "There are a lot worse ways to go.”

He lays level with your hips, burying his nose against your core. 

"Suffocated by heaven, I'll take it," he tells you. “God, you're so wet," he groans, tracing a finger through the remaining lace. 

You shiver at his words, his nose brushing against your core sending a thrill through you. "And whose fault is that?" you gasp, your voice shaky with anticipation.

"Oh I take full responsibility," he assures you. 

"You should," you reply firmly. 

"Seems rude not to carry on," he suggests, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear and rolling them down your legs, exposing you to him.

You shiver again at his touch, your body responding to him even as your exhaustion still hangs over you. "I suppose you're right," you murmur, a little breathless. "But I'm not sure how much more I can take tonight.”

"Such a good girl," he praises you, guiding his tongue to your core.

You gasp softly at his praise, your body responding to the touch of his tongue against your sensitive flesh. "Your perfect pussy was made just for me, so wet and tight.”

Your body shudders and trembles at his words, your heart skipping a beat at the intensity of his praise as he laps at your sodden core. 

Your body arches up to meet him. "Oh, god," you moan, your voice thick with need. "S'too much,” his hands reach up your body to cup your breasts, the lace of the babydoll grazes against your nipples, "too good," you murmur as you grind your core against his expert tongue.

Your hands cover his, holding them against you. They pin you in place while he fucks you with his tongue.

You writhe against him, your body arching and twisting as his tongue delves deeper, your hands holding his against you while he ruts against the sofa, aching for his own release. 

"Come on my tongue baby, let me taste you," he requests, feeling you getting closer to coming undone.

You shiver at his request, his words making your body tremble with need. "I'm so close," you gasp, your voice thick with desire. "Please, just a little more.”

He gives you what you need, leading you to the edge and sending you crashing into oblivion yet again. 

You let out a soft cry as you tumble over the edge, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. You fall apart under his tongue, waves of ecstasy coursing through your body with an intensity unlike any other. 

Tears prick your eyes as you come down from the high, overwhelmed with love and pleasure and you're left panting and weak.

He stretches out next to you, his long body squeezed in next to you. 

Your thigh brushes against his throbbing cock, making him groan into the crook of your neck. He takes his hand down and takes a firm hold of himself. You slip your hand between your bodies covering his with your own smaller one. 

“River,” you whine into his hairline, the heat of his skin, his breathy puffs in your ear making your exhausted body ache to be filled again. 

You remove your hand and roll onto your side, he obligingly follows, pressing into you. When he goes to pull your leg over his, opening you up to him, you resist and roll onto your stomach. 

"You ready for more already?" he breathes against your skin, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he practically covers your body with his own. "Is this what you want, love?" he murmurs, his voice dark and rough. He sits back on his heels, admiring the view of you laid out before him. 

You rise onto your knees, your arms up on the armrest, presenting yourself to him.

He groans at the sight of you, your body submitting to him so willingly. He moves behind you, his hands caressing your body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“Bend me over and fuck me,” you request, looking over your shoulder at him. 

He lets out a guttural moan as the words fall from your lips, his body shuddering with desire. Your boldness only adds fuel to the fire of his need.

He positions himself behind you, his body pressed against yours, his hands gripping your hips. Your heat and wetness only add fuel to the fire. He leans down, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your shoulder, nipping and biting at it.

"You're so ready for me again," he mutters, his voice thick with need. "I can feel you.”

You rock back against him, giving him access, gasping at the feeling. "God, you're so fucking eager," he mutters, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

He lines himself up against you, his hands on your hips guiding you towards him.

Your back arches, your swollen, wet cunt ready for him. 

"Do it," you beg, "do it, please.”

With one swift movement, he pushes into you, filling you so completely you could almost come right there and then. 

You hiss with pleasure as he fills you up, every inch stretching you. It's everything you've needed but haven't been able to do yourself in quite the same way, the way his breath ghosts over your skin, his warm hands caressing you. It's more than just filling you up, it feels like home.

It feels better than anything you've ever felt before. His touch, his breath, his warmth, it all leaves you feeling alive, complete. It fills a void that had been aching for him, and only him.

He takes a moment to watch himself move, the way your body responds to him, how well you take him into you.

"God, you look so good like this," he mutters, his lips brushing against your spine. "You're perfect, you know that? Perfect for me.”

Your back arches again, challenging him to give you more. It feels so good, you could cry.

He moans at the feeling of you pushing back against him. The sound of your pleasure igniting something primal in him.

He tightens his grip on your hips, pulling you back against him, filling you up even more.

"That's it, love," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with desire. "You're all mine. And I'm going to give you everything you need.”

He drives into you, over and over, setting a relentless pace, his body moving in time with yours, driving himself deeper into you. He wants to give you the pleasure you need, to satisfy the aching need you've felt in his absence. 

"God, you feel so good," he mutters, the words half-growl, half-groan. "It's been too long," you tell him, his hand searches to link with yours. 

"It has," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "Way too long. I've needed you so much, love.”

"Harder babe, fuck me harder please -" you sob as your climax approaches like a freight train. "Holy shit, there, please right there." 

He groans at your plea, his grip on your hips tightening as he responds. "I've got you, beautiful," he gasps, his voice rough and strained.

"F-fuck, fuck, fuck oh River, again" you beg and plead as your body shudders and trembles with the intensity of your climax.

He's right behind you, his hips stuttering as he spills into you.

"God, you're so gorgeous when you fall apart like that," he gasps as he feels your body shudder and tremble beneath him. "I love hearing you beg for more, I love seeing you lose control.”

Your head falls onto your arms  and he collapses on top of you, holding you close to him.

He wraps his arms around you, his body settling on top of you as you sink back down into the sofa. You can feel his breath, warm and labored, against the back of your neck as he takes a moment to catch his breath.

"You okay, love?" he whispers, his voice quiet and rough.

"Mmm, never better," you sigh sleepily.

He chuckles, his chest rumbling against your back as he hears your sleepy sigh and response. "That's good," he says, his voice soft and affectionate. "But I think I might have worn you out, love.”

"Worth it," you mumble, "it's official, this Santa says you're on the nice list.”

He laughs softly at your sleepy declaration, your words filling him with smug pride. "Glad to hear that," he murmurs, his body still pressed against yours. "But I have a feeling you might be a little sore tomorrow.”

"No thanks to you," you sigh. 

"Well the real Santa might not come, but you did baby," he sniggers, kissing his way across your shoulders. 

You can't help but laugh at his joke. "You're terrible," you gasp, shaking your head at his awful joke. You giggle again, a little breathless. "I think you're right," you agree, shaking your head. "We're both definitely on the naughty list this year.”

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do you have anymore non larry b!h recs?🫣💕

This is actually my area of expertise….

(i’ll keep it to one fic per author but majority of them have more than one that are worth checking out! also non 1d pairings because we would be here all day but im happy to make another list for those)

Take Me To Your River by orphan_account (1.7k) harry x richard madden, wish it was longer. that tag has some gems tho!

I Want Your Belly by orphan_account (2.3k) harry x adam prendergast, breeding kink. yum

feeling it out by orphan_account (2.6k) virgin harry’s first time with omc!!! medicine inspired so many writers in 2018

let me inside (wish i could get to know you) by yeahloads (2.7k) hazoff casting couch. love

Italian Sun by dattumblrgal (3.2k) harry x omc, iirc there’s no sex but this deserves more attention - harry kills his sugar daddy

Drunk (in Love) by darklirry (3.5k) harry x tom hardy. the fact that there are only 4!!! works for this pairing is criminal. loved this though!

Upskirt by wishforwishes (3.7k) jack lowden x harry. harry homewrecks! this author is a fave

sea view by takesaboatout (3.7k) harry x brad on a yacht… bless

A Slippery Slope by Anonymous (4k) harry x ben winston breeding kink. im convinced this is the hottest fic ive ever read. literally never not thinking about it.

see you later, innovator by feathertofly (4.7k) camboy harry and his landlord ben. theyre so cute

Things On Your Chest You Need to Confess by orphan_account (5k) harry x fionn. realistic!

cowboy, take me away by docklands (5k) horville country getaway. this author never misses… every sentence evokes so much emotion in very few words, the dialogue and smut is perfect. could read like 500k words of this 🤲

we're burning one hell of a something by estrella30 (6.6k) ben/harry. exactly as the summary says: Ben goes with Harry when he gets his birds tattooed and then lots of sex.

i can feel you take control (of who i am and all i've ever known) by Valentia (hyvnmni) (9.1k) bdsm club, harry x omc, inspired by beauty papers!

Under Your Skin, Over the Moon by Cowboying (9.5k) horville, harryween based. hello characterization!!!!! i think ive recced it before and i’ll do it again… just perfect. deserves everything.

Encyclopedia Botanical by bijasi (9.6k) genderqueer florist h, xarry. i feel like this, along with a lot of other non larry harry fic, should be way more popular than it is. amazing writing and realistic dialogue. harry is so cute in this

il calore del sole by wishforwishes, yeahloads (10.4k) alpha jeff omega h. i know i said one fic per author but i just rediscovered this and im barking

A Night to Remember by orphan_account (14k) girl!harry with david beckham and ben winston. nasty (affectionate)

and i can never rec just one fic from this author, but beechersnope is my all time fave. so obsessed with all of their work!!