#spasm out/can’t stop shaking/etc

[jitteryjive]

i need to draw or make wonderful things for disabled pride month with the respective counterpart duos.. i have specific things in mind with each part of the duo helping the other because they’re all disabled in different ways

[weskin-time]

Just read both NSFW daddy Albert headcannons

May I request a part three whenever you think of more?

👉👈

Of course take all the time you need and no rushing yourself

Platonic friendship love to you friendo ❤

HELLO FRIEND!! sorry this took so long!!

Albert Wesker x GN!Reader

not edited or proofread

hope you don’t mind that instead of HCs i did,,,

Albert Wesker NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He tries to be good at aftercare but he’s a busy man and sometimes he’ll just leave you after fucking your brains out to go do more work.

When he’s not busy he loves to kiss you in the afterglow. maybe one last bite to your neck before slowly kissing his way up to your nose.

He does clean himself off before helping you clean if the two of you can’t shower. if you can shower you bet his ass what a picking you up and showering with you.

he would just. plop you into a warm bath and leave you sometimes

he’s good at pillow talk tho

praises you for doing so good for him all while kissing you

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his arms. Loves how strong he is and absolutely adores showing off his strength with you. Picking you up and fucking you against a wall, your legs hooked over his shoulders with your arms around his neck, him holding your complete weight by your ass as he fucks you silly.

He’s got super strength of a God so you’re not falling out of his arms any time soon.

He loves your neck. Honesty he loves all of you but he loves your neck and thighs the most. it’s a power thing for him to love your neck. he could easily crush your windpipe if he squeezes just a bit harder, he could bruise the soft flesh so easily, he could kill you with a flick of his wrist and snap your neck. the thought drives him wild.

Loves choking you. pressing his pointer finger and thumb right under your jaw making your head fuzzy. adores leaving kisses, bite marks, and hickies. if you let him he will bruise your throat with his hand.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’ll cum anywhere

cumming inside you is his favorite place to cum, so warm inside you as you spasm around him. loves to scoop up any leaking cum and push it back in with his fingers.

also loves to cum on your face. just seeing you stained with him makes him hard again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s an underwear thief.

he keeps them in his back pants pocket or jacket pocket.

yes sometimes he sniffs them.

sometimes if he’s hard he’ll go into the bathroom and cum in them, if you’re not around. tho he washes them and silently returns it to you bc ew crusty

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

well he’s got a kid so he’s sorta experienced

i feel like he’s not a sex god but he’s also not virgin levels of knowledge? you feel me?

he still knows what he’s doing tho.

also a very fast learner

you like him touching you in this one place? he takes a mental note of it and uses it against you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press.

he also loves doggy when his hand is on the back of your head pushing you down into bed as he fucks into you hard

loves you riding him. seeing your hips struggle after a while of thrusting, loosing your pace as your muscles burn, but still trying to fuck yourself on him trying to cum on his cock. if you stop your shaking legs and just beg him to fuck you, he’ll show you mercy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s serious.

you might not be. i mean do you hear how corny half the stuff that comes out of his mouth is in RE5?? i couldn’t keep a straight face during his fight i was too busy making fun of him.

i feel like the only time he wouldn’t be serious is when there’s a continuous funny sound. like let’s say he’s fucking you and some air happens to get trapped and make a funny fart sound over, and over, and over, and over, he would snort and stop, fix the two of you then continuing to make your brain mush.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s well groomed

i know he’s almost hairless in RE5 idc this is my head canon and i say he’s got a happy trail

artists please give wesker a happy trail i’m bEGGING

he doesn’t care how groomed his partner is as long as it’s not a 70’s porno bush i think then he would tell you to shave

doesnt mind body hair on his partner either

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

little intimacy honestly

most of the time he’s fucking you so hard you get cock drunk

if you ask he will be slower and more sensual

but even some nights he just wants to hold you. the nights when his red eyes are clouded with conflict, those are the nights where he’ll take his time with you

on these nights he wants to focus on you instead of a mutual pleasure.

he takes it slow, but not a snails pace. he wants to make you gasp, to shudder, to let you feel loved.

he’s not very good with people and not good at emotions either but, he tries for you. he wants you to know he loves you even if he isn’t sensual every night

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t get himself off very often

he’s a very busy man

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i feel like he might be into texture play

leather and latex

he’s a sadist

authority kink (treat him like a god or a superior and he’ll fuck you so hard and good till your a babbling mess)

knife play

blood kink

size kink

i can make an entire list of what kinks i think Wesker has. and no they are not all self indulgent lol >:3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

LOVES TO FUCK YOU IN HIS OFFICE.

i feel like he wouldn’t want anyone to see you two tho, he locks the doors

slightly public places are fun and fine for him but you belong to him and only he can see and hear you whining for him

loves to fuck you in either your bed or his if you two don’t live together

if you live together then yes his favorite place is yalls bed

shower is also a favorite for him

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you.

literally just you existing gets him hard and horny.

also noticing how small you are compared to him. makes him feral

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything you don’t want to do he will respect and stay away from

i have a feeling he would try anything at least once

not into feet things no, or things that are considered ‘extreme’ fetishes like feeding, anything ‘filthy’, or balloons. those are hard No’s.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers receiving

give him head and he will loose his own head

not afraid to go down on you and will never complain

he just loves to see you on your knees i front of him. seeing your eyes stare up at him through your lashes. you’re trying so hard to make him feel good and please him and it. drives. him. wild.

he’s very skilled with his tongue and mouth. the first time he goes down on you it might be new territory for him, he’ll be a little sloppy at first but he gets learning real fast

sit on his face.

he would prefer you to sit on his face in a 69 than have you lay down on your back

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he loves to start out at a medium speed but mostly focusing on hitting you as hard as he can. it leaves you whimpering and gasping with how hard and deep he’s going

rough rough rough rough *chanting*

gripping onto your hips to help you meet his relentless fast thrusts, his tentacles wrapping around your throat, nails digging into your flesh

fast and rough but at a perfect pace that leaves you breathless and gasping with tears running down your face from how good he pounding into you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he’s not a massive fan of them but sometimes they’re needed

like in his office if he’s horny and you’re there? fuck yea he’s gonna bend you over his desk and take you right there

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s cool to try anything once (within reason)

he can be risky

mostly risky in choking you till you’re about to black out. your vision going fuzzy and black spots appear. if you don’t like that then give him a little tap tap and the pressure is released.

Loves to put a vibe toy in you and control it when you’re out in public. you better learn how to suppress your sounds in public because whoooooo boy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

,,, i’m scared of his stamina

in his boss fight he just falls to the ground and then gets back up in a matter of seconds

if he can recover that fast in a fight imagine how fast he can recover during sex

the hentai trope of fucking all night and into the day? yea he can make that a reality.

if you only wanna have one round? he’s cool with that, he’s not tired but he’ll still go to sleep with you (if he’s not busy)

if you want to fuck him as many times as your body can handle? the man loves a good experiment. he’ll fuck you till your about to pass out if you want.

will keep a chart of how long y’all fucked with how many times he’s made you cum and he tries to top it

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

yes.

to make you squirm yes.

use them on him too. yes.

gags? yes. blindfolds? yes. ropes? yes. he uses them on you.

get him a vibrating cock ring and he will go. f. e r a. l.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

WORLDS BIGGEST TEASE

He knows you love his voice. he uses it against you. like a little shit.

whispers dirty things in your ears throughout the day, telling you how badly he wants to fuck you, how hard he is, how badly he needs you.

loves to pin you against surfaces and kiss your neck, leave marks, and just leave you a panting mess then right when his hands are about to go up your shirt,,, he turns around and leaves you

but if you tease him? oh my gods. he will put you in your place.

tease him more often because it results in you being so sore that you won’t be able to walk for an hour or two after.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

HES VOCAL.

he’s constantly running his mouth with vile words in your ears

but when he finally does shut up he’s moaning and he wHIMPERS

he’s loud and proud and not afraid to make sounds, grunts, growls and purrs

during sensual sex he purrs <3

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves to have you wear his sunglasses on your head when he’s fucking you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s bigger than average, about 7 inches and he’s girthy af.

not so much that he can’t enter you, not enough where he’s going to break you, or have it hurt so bad but jjuuuusssstt enough for that good good hurt stretch

his cock makes you feel full

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he got a normal sex drive i would say

tho sometimes there’s a spike where he’s just a massive horny asshole who needs to fuck you till you both are insane with pleasure

but he’s not constantly jumping in your pants

probably a bit higher than normal really

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if he doesn’t have to leave to do work right after or it’s not a quicky he makes sure you fall asleep first.

he wants to make sure you’re at peace snuggled into him before he closes his eyes

he slightly snores :)

[inklore]

discretion

premise: there’s only so much bratty behavior ransom can allow you to get away with before he has to punish you for it.

pairing: ransom drysdale x (f)reader

word count: 1k

warnings: eighteen+ content, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, brattamer!ransom, vibrator mention, jealousy undertones, a touch of dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk.

etc: i feel like kinktober wouldn’t be kinktober if i didn’t kick it off with a c evans character so let’s goooo, here’s to a super kinky month my darlings!

kinktober 01 | kinktober masterlist

There’s a heavy weight in your core, like a dam trying to break—that last piece of molding tight in place and refusing to waver, a blockage that makes your whole body ache and claw at Ransom’s wrist. Your nails leaving crescents in his skin that only seem to make him smirk more, go harder, torture your overworked entrance to the point of pain; each hard thrust of his cock sending a jolt of pain through your walls.

A pain that feels heavy in your lower abdomen when Ransom presses his palm to the area, the toy he has in his hand pressed hard on your clit.

It’s been like this for centuries it feels—maybe only thirty, forty minutes. Maybe longer than that, maybe he’s been holding you right at that precipice for hours and thats why you feel completely fucked out. Aching, trembling, your muscles clenching and unclenching for something that he won’t let you have.

“Ransom–” you whine, tears filling your ducts. “Please, let me come, please.”

His hips never waver, never stutter, as he grins down at you. Continuing to fuck you hard with his cock, push the toy so flush against your clit that your body spasms and tries to run from it. “But we’re just getting started, sweetheart.” His tone is condescending, mean, all traces of empathy for your trembling form and the sensitivity of your cunt laughable.

“I can’t–”

“Oh, you can though.” Ransom bends forward, grips your jaw in between his two fingers, “you can and you will. If you can act like a brat and flirt with another man in front of me, you can do this. You deserve this.” You try to shake your head to deny the accusations, but his grip makes you immobile. “And now you lie to me,” he clicks his tongue, “maybe I won’t let you come at all, for days, weeks. I’ll just bend you over every service of this house, eat your pussy until you’re right about to come, and stop. Fill you with my cock and repeat the process all over again until those pretty little tears fall.” He grunts against your mouth in a rough kiss, “you’re so pretty when you cry, even prettier when you’re begging.”

His words are a threat, but that doesn’t stop your walls from clenching around him when he says them. Doesn’t stop you from whimpering, “m’sorry, Ransom.” Against his lips as you feel that dam start to shake, to build that pressure that’s supposed to feel good, desirable—but makes your legs close around his waist in agony.

“I know you are, sweetheart. I know, I know,” he coos, kissing you again before leaning back on his knees to slap a hard palm at the inside of one of your thighs. A command to keep them open, to stay spread for him.

“Ahh,” you cry. Strain your wrist from gripping the sheets like a vice. That first tear finally falling, finally running down your overheated cheeks. “I’ll be good–next time–I prom–”

“Next time?” He grunts out a chuckle, “you embarrass me from being a brat, and I’m supposed to let it go because you’ll be good next time? Because you’re sorry?” Ransom gives you a ‘do you know who you’re talking to’ look that makes your stomach sink lower lower, until that dam finally begins to break.

And you think this is it, that he’s actually going to take pity on you and your abused body. But then he’s pulling away the toy, his cock going with it. Leaving you clenching and weeping around nothing. Leaving that build up to die and lay heavy on your insides and throbbing clit.

Your cheeks now stained with the tears you can no longer hold back, Ransom’s thumb swiping a few away. The rub from the head of his cock as he leans over you to kiss a fallen tear away, to trail his lips along your jaw to your bottom lip, wrenches a sob from your lungs, makes your nails dig into his biceps.

“I can go all night,” his smirk makes your insides wring, makes you feel like a blubbering mess—and yet it turns you on, your walls quivering. “But I can see you’re holding on by a thread, poor thing.”

The wet noises from his cock rubbing through your soaked folds is like a nail being beat into a coffin. The red patch on your inner thigh still stings, a reminder to not to close your legs when you so desperately want to. To push away from the man above you, to drop to your knees and really make the begging believable. A shared notch on that thread that makes you want to pull him closer and meet his thrusts and take from him what he won’t let you have.

“Tell me you deserve this and I’ll let you come.” The relief in your eyes makes him grin, “tell me this is what you wanted all along, why you were being a bratty little slut. Because you can’t ask for my cock any other way,” Ransom grunts as he slowly pushes the head of his cock inside of you. The matched heat from your abused hole and his thickness making you both ache for entirely different reasons—pain, pleasure.

And while he was right, your discretion having been clear as day when his eyes had met yours from the other side of the party; he could have asked you to recite a prayer, a passage from the bible that would do little to save you from his wrath, or his cock.

You’d confess all your sins and desires to this man, if it’d make him happy. If he’d finally let you come.

“I deserve this.” You sob, bottom lip quivering. “I deserve to be punished.”

He hums, “yes you do.” He pushes the rest of the way inside with one hard thrust, that has your nails once again digging into his skin. The pain of being re-stretched prickling your body with stings and throbs that start to build up again, starting that devilish torture over again as Ransom goes back to fucking you just as hard as before. “Good girl,” he murmurs between kisses he presses to your lips. His thumb rubbing small circles against your clit.

[theswordwizard]

this post reminded me of a realization I came to while on the subway a while back. So, I talk to myself a lot. I just have an easier time organizing my thoughts if I act like I’m presenting them to another party, and sometimes it just keeps my overactive mind entertained. I usually keep it in my head because I know it’s ‘weird’ and makes people treat me like I’m ‘weird,’ but if I’m alone or get caught up sometimes I’ll start mumbling or whispering to myself. If I’ve been sitting or not moving for too long while bored I’ll also get increasingly jittery to the point of what looks like spasms. Again, I’ve spent a LOT of time figuring out how to keep it together in front of other people because I don’t want to be treated the way I know I’d get dismissed otherwise.

I was with some acquaintances in NY and on the subway there was an visibly homeless man sleeping on one side of the car, and a jittery man mumbling to himself across the aisle, occasionally shaking his head back and forth. Wasn’t bothering anyone. We were quietly talking amongst each other, trying not to wake the other guy. After a while of the jittery man talking to himself, one of my acquaintances’ boyfriend looked at him, turned to us, rolled his eyes, and made a not-very-subtle motion of injecting himself. He was turned away from the man and I didn’t want to make it a thing, so I didn’t say anything then, but it was a harsh reminder. I’m so much closer to mumbling to myself while twitching a bit on the subway then I’d ever be to being actually neurotypical. If I had some sort of event and forgot or didn’t feel in control enough to keep myself locked into 'not being weird’ mode, I could easily be dismissed like that by people who were so secure in their mind. And not to sound like a fake “don’t judge” story, but a few stops later the man went over to the homeless man, shook him awake, told him to keep his head up and good luck, and gave him some cash while we all got out.

In the same way that the slightly more financially secure, though still lower class, separate themselves from homeless and extremely poor people, and often don’t realize how perilously close we are to being in the same situation if we get a stroke of bad luck, there is a similar sort of class separation when it comes to mental and physical health. NT and able-bodied people avoid fearing their own potential disability by avoiding empathy and engagement, and by considering others as an inherent lower “mental class” that they can safely consider themselves above. Or even within people that aren’t NT, we have high-functioning versus low-functioning, people that can usually pass for NT versus people that can’t, etc. Same thing. We don’t think about how things can easily get out of our own control.

I think a lot of people are one event or a particularly bad week from finding it a lot more difficult to be completely clean, quiet, and ‘normal’ in a public place. People that are just talking to themselves, moving oddly, or don’t seem ‘all the way there’ are not inherently dangerous or below you. 

[honeykaes]

—𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐜’𝐬

feat. childe, kazuha, thoma

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors dni

disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, biting, predator/prey dynamics, body worship, edging, overstimulation, cunnilingus

a/n: I spun a wheel to pick who'd I write for this and here comes childe first in line lmao

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

As we know, Childe has a sadistic streak and loves to inflict pain on people. Sometimes, he doesn’t realize this. When he’s pounding into you, lost in his lust and captivating by your body moving to the pace of his thrust, he can’t help but connect his lips to your shoulder. To prevent any loud moans from coming out, his teeth sink into your sink. He’ll always apologize when he’s come, kissing the various spots he took a bite out of. As much as he apologizes, he won’t stop. Looking at you under them with those spots does give him a swell of primal pride.

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳/𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘺

Childe loves a chase. Sometimes, when you two are heading home. He’ll randomly tell you that you have 10 minutes to hide in your little shack before he comes after you. His heart pounds, grin tugging on his lips with the thought of a challenge. He takes them very seriously and usually ends up winning. When he does find you, rest assured, you’ll be pinned up right where you were hiding as Childe gains the ‘spoils of war’. He wants your legs wrapped around his waist so his cock can get even deeper inside you, to claim it.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱

This poet is infatuated with you. His eyes soak up your eternal form, moaning some of the filthiest and lovely things about your body. His lips pepper across each curve, blemish, mole, freckle, scar, etc. wanting to give it the love it deserves, the love you deserve. Whenever he’s doing this, his pace is much slower, wanting you to drink of his words and appreciation. He’ll have your body shaking from how sensitive it is.

𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨

As kind as Kazuha is, he is also a bit of a tease. He always preaches the importance of patience. That virtue of his will leak over to the bedroom too. He loves to rub on some of your most sensitive areas, feeling your clench around his cock, only to promptly stop and observe your behavior. He loves that little pout on your lips as you whine out for him to let you cum. This will happen for so long until your begging him. When he finally does let you cum, you’ll be seeing stars for days.

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚

𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Thoma is a menace and also a big tease. He gets competitive with himself on how quickly he can get you to orgasm. He doesn’t care how, with his fingers, mouth, or cock but he begins losing track of time and count on how much your orgasm is throughout the hours. Tears would stain your bedsheets, your body throbbing from how sensitive you are. Thoma would chuckle at the sight, kissing your tears away and sinking his cock in. He’ll give you just a few more before he’s completely done.

𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴

Now we know how Thoma likes to talk, a lot. When his mouth isn’t forming excuses and schmoozing anything, those lips are on your cunt. He knows how to use his tongue and he absolutely loves when you’re calling out his name. He will especially make his slurps and noises louder for you to hear. He gets a kick out of seeing your legs spasm in pleasure, as his large hands clamp down on your thighs to open you wider. Good thing it takes a while for him to get locked jaw. He wants to savor this moment to the fullest.

[thatjubilant-nixie]

Sweet Boy

Pairing(s): Matt Murdock x Male!Reader

Summary: Matt fucking reader from behind. Porn without plot, really.

Word Count: 576

Warning(s): NSFW 18+, anal sex, sub/dom dynamics, dom!matt, choking, collar (but no pet play), pet names, handjob, crying, creampie, cum eating, fingering, pwp, etc.

A/N: This is my first time writing male!reader, I’m sorry if it’s not that good. Fair warning: I didn’t edit.

You laid on the bed with your ass in the air. Your heavy balls collided with Matt’s as he pounded into your little hole. The tip of his cock ramming against your prostate was enough to fill your eyes with tears.

“Oh, sweet boy. Can’t handle my fat cock, can you? All stretched out for me. I can feel you clenching, baby.” The rasp in his voice only shook your core. You didn’t notice the hand on your back had traveled to the velvety collar that was clasped around your neck. With a tug on the maroon material, a choked sound left you.

The jangle of the tag attached to the collar rang through the air, accompanying the sounds of slapping and grunts. Large, bold letters read Property of Matt Murdock on the front and emblemed in Braille on the back. You were his treasure. His sweet fucktoy that he could call on at any time he pleased. His little cum dumpster.

He’s got you where he wants you. Thrusting into your gaping ass, body laced with sweat, heart pounding fast. The feeling of your convulsing hole made his balls tighten. Fuck, he was close. Matt pulled onto the collar even tighter, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. Your tongue lolling slightly out of your mouth. Your face warmed at the circulation and pulled you even deeper into your fogged mindset. Your cock swung with each thrust he delivered.

“S-so good. Fu-uck.” You cut yourself off with a loud cry as Matt grabbed ahold of your dick, jerking you off at a fast rate. Your whole body began to shake uncontrollably as your orgasm was approaching. His calloused hand was covered in the precum that drooled from your head, making it easier to stroke you.

The thick member twitched inside of you. “Come on, baby boy. Cum with me, yeah? Fuuuck. That’s it.” He grunted into your ear. Matt’s stubbled jaw brushed against your neck. His glasses slanted on his nose. With one hard thrust and flick of a wrist, you cried out, spilling all over the sheets. Sparkles filled your vision. Your cock pulsed as your body spasmed. The only thing keeping you grounded was the hand that wrapped itself around your neck and the shaky breaths from the man above you.

Matt emptied his hot load inside of you, painting your pink walls white. His hips kept rutting against yours, dragging out both of your orgasms. His thighs trembled against the back of yours. Matt kept his hold on you after he stopped moving. He licked his lips and pressed a heated kiss to your jaw. You could only lay there dazed. All of your thoughts fucked out of you. As he slowly pulled out, gushes of cum escaped your opening.

Rough fingers scooped up the substance, pushing it back into your sensitive ring of muscle. His fingers pressing right into your prostate. You yelled out as he fingered your love spot. Your dick throbbed. The tears finally fell upon your warm cheeks, streaking them wet. After Matt was satisfied, he pulled out his fingers. Holding his hand up to your lips, he gave a demand. “Suck, sweetheart.”

So you did. Practically deepthroating the large fingers. Sucking off all of his seed he had rewarded you with. Matt quickly replaced his digits with his tongue, sliding and sucking his against yours. He hummed in approval. “Such a sweet boy.”

・┈┈・✿・┈┈・

*I do not give you permission to repost/translate my fics on any platform.*

[maggotzombie]

needy ; henry cavill

CONTINUATION: UNTAMED

PAIRING: Henry Cavill x Reader (fem) SUMMARY: You want Henry to pay attention to you but he keeps playing WoW and TikTok give you some ideas. TIME PERIOD: April of 2020 (midst of the rona [covid-19] quarantine craziness); WORDS: 3,2k TW: fluff, teasing, smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, punishment. A/N: I’m writing this very late, I know. Also, this is my first take on a few subjects I’m not comfortable with (such as daddy kink and punishment), so bear with me, please!! 🙃 This gif (nsfw) was a reference for this 3,2k smutt lol thanks @could-be-cavill​ for my inspiration. — 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

HENRY IS playing World of Warcraft.

Again

He’s playing that stupid game again.

Usually, I’m not bothered by that. He rarely has time to indulge himself with it anyway. But I usually have something to do, too. Well, usually.

This quarantine is lasting an awfully long time and I’ve run out of things to do.

Here’s a list of what I’ve done so far:

I’ve reorganized everything (bookshelves, closet, cabinets, etc.);

Scrubbed every inch of the house to perfection (I still have a few scratches on my hands from the chemicals of the cleaning products);

Kal has never been this well-groomed before.

I’m honestly tired of watching TV and looking at my phone. Actually, I’ve been spending a lot of time on the device lately. All of this because of the persistent and annoying ads of an app called TikTok.

My biggest mistake was downloading it out of curiosity.

It. Is. Addictive. Simple as that.

I sigh softly, twirling a strand of hair on my index finger as I watch my lovely, brawny, and completely fuckable boyfriend from the sofa. He’s talking complete nonsense and sometimes even speaking loudly, with his blue eyes fixed on the screen instead of me.

Kal’s head is resting on my lap and he glances worryingly at his best friend when he raises his voice.

An idea pops up in my head (thanks to the aforementioned app) and I smirk. Henry doesn’t even blink as I place a hand on his shoulder, he’s one-hundred percent focused on that stupid game.

He frowns when I pop my head in between his arms. “What are you doing?” He asks, letting go of the mouse so I can go through. “What’s this?”

I smile, making myself comfortable on his lap while facing him. Finally some eye contact. Without a reply, Henry shakes his head and goes back to the game, adjusting me to not get in his way.

After a minute or two, it seems I’m not an obstacle at all. In fact, Henry is now shouting directly to my ear due to our position. A pout forms in my lips as I reassess the strategy and I nuzzle my face into his neck in thought, making goosebumps flash over his skin.

Oh.

As my soft lips brush against the crook of his neck, more goosebumps rise. Still testing the waters, I graze my teeth at the same spot. Suddenly, my boyfriend is very quiet and I can even hear the people he’s playing with on his headset.

Henry’s breath shallows when I plant a kiss on his weak spot; just below his earlobe.

“Stop it,” He whispers to me as his cock twitches against me.

“I don’t think you want me to,” I move his microphone away from his lips.

I push my tongue into his mouth boldly and I receive an appreciative moan back. I explore his mouth slowly but sensually and I can feel his hard-on starting to growl against my groin.

Suddenly he breaks the kiss and shoots me a warning glare, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I’m here,” He says after adjusting his mic. “Just got slightly distracted.”

Scoffing, I buckle my hips hard against his boner and Henry hisses at the friction.

“Y/N...” Henry whispers warningly with heavy breathing.

In response, I give him a smug smile before attaching my lips back to his neck. I slip my hands under his shirt and my boyfriend groans, contracting his muscles. As my eager fingertips brush against his hard and well-defined abs, my tongue darts out to caress the sweet spot under his ear.

Ignoring his scolding and protest, I take off his headset from his left ear and take his earlobe in between my lips. My man’s breath gets caught up in his throat and his hand grabs my hip to stop me from grinding against his hard cock.

“Fuck,” He curses through gritted teeth.

Confusion takes over his face as I climb down off his lap but then he tenses again when I kneel in between his legs. Hands flat on his thick thighs, I’m able to move it very little towards my goal before Henry grabs my wrists.

He throws the headset onto the keyboard carelessly and gets up from the chair, taking me with him. I giggle in amusement as he pins me down on the sofa, hands above my head.

“What are you doing?” Henry asks in all seriousness.

“I’m bored!” I say honestly, looking into his eyes with mischief. “Play with me!” I pout and open a smirk at his expression.

“I’m busy right now,” He points out and I ignore it by trying to kiss his lips. My boyfriend moves his head away from my reach and gives me a stern look. “Wait for your turn, kitten,” Henry says.

“Since when do kittens do what they’re told to?” I ask, raising my knee to rub against his crotch. “They do whatever the fuck they want to,” I purr, watching his concentration faltering for an instant.

My boyfriend blinks and shakes his head before growling. He pins my leg down with his knee and applies more of his weight on my wrists, making it a bit uncomfortable but without hurting me.

“This kitten will obey. Otherwise, daddy will punish her later,” Henry provokes back but it makes me all tingly.

“Hmmm,” I hum, trying to reach him once again. “How about now? I misbehaved, right?”

“Later,” He says pointedly.

Before I can say or do anything else, Henry lifts his weight off me and moves away. I sit on the sofa to see him sitting back in front of the computer, completely ignoring me.

I hiss at him, just like a cat, and he throws a smirk my way while putting his headset back on. Pissed off by the rejection, I get up and leave the room. By the time I reach the stairs to the second floor, I can hear the shouting about the game resuming.

First, I jump on our big bed and just scream my frustration on a pillow. Eventually, I lie onto my back and stare at the ceiling pondering what to do next.

I’m SO bored.

Then I strip down and get into the bathtub where I watch even more TikToks. Thirty minutes later, after the water got too cold, I step out of it and wrap a towel around my body. I am about to carry on my daily routine when another idea provided by the beloved app pops into my head.

Ignoring the fact that I’m leaving small pools of water at each step I take, I walk down the stairs. Henry is exactly where I left him: on the stupid computer, playing the stupid game and shouting stupid things to children.

Ugh!

He doesn’t acknowledge my presence as I stand at the foot of the staircase and I open my towel. Nothing yet. I remove it completely from my body and I’m still invisible. Praying for some good aim, I throw the wet towel at him.

I call it a strike as it lands on top of his head. Huffing to gather some patience, Henry takes the towel off of his head and slowly turns to look at me. From where I’m standing, I can see the change in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he closes the game and throws the towel onto the floor. He’s up from his chair and sprinting towards me in a heartbeat. I turn hot on my heels to run upstairs, but my boyfriend’s arms wrap around my waist as I’m about to climb the second flight of the stairs.

“Nuh-uh,” He says against my ear, trapping my body with his against the wall. “You wanted my attention,” He continues and I can feel his hand shuffling something on my lower back. “Now you got it.”

My hands struggle to find something to grab and I lose my breath as Henry plunges into me without so much as a warm-up nor a warning. He groans at the sensation of my walls squeezing him angrily and pulls my arms to my back, locking it so I can’t move.

“Ah! So tight, baby girl,” He whispers without moving.

I don’t reply and it makes him grab my face by my jaw and turn it to the side. Nuzzling my temple, he produces the sexiest sound ever into my ear.

“What happened? The cat got your tongue?” His baritone voice hits a new low.

I clench around him. “Jesus Christ, Henry,” I breath out, wiggling my backside towards him and inciting a new moan from him. “Touch me,” I plead.

“Where, kitten?” Henry asks, letting go of my arms. “Use your words,” One hand travels down to my clit while the other grabs my left breast. “Here or here?”

First, he toys with my nub, making me get wetter. Then, he squeezes my boob and pinches my nipple. I moan, pressing my forehead against the wall. Each move gives me different waves of pleasure, both very welcomed and appreciated.

“Kitten?” He calls when I don’t reply.

“Y-Yes,” I reply, already weak resting my head back on his shoulder.

“You’re such a tease, but it doesn’t go beyond that, huh?” My boyfriend chuckles, calling me out.

“Baby, please,” I whine, clutching to his wrist.

Chuckling slightly again, he nuzzles his face into my neck and starts to toy with my clit. Slowly, Henry starts to bulge his hips against mine, making both of us moan. His hand comes down from my boob to squeeze my hip as he intensifies his thrusting and the movement of his hand.

In a swift move, he peels off his shirt, discarding it to the ground. I take the opportunity to move my hips at my own pace now that he doesn’t have his hands on me. But his strong grip returns to my hips and I see stars at the speed of his thrusts.

The obscene sound of our bodies fills the house along with our lewd moans. My boyfriend slows down when I rest my head back against his shoulder, eyes screwed shut as little spasms start to run over my body.

“You take my cock so well, baby girl,” He says against my temple, breathing heavily. “You like my big, fat cock tearing you apart, don’t you, kitten?”

My lust-filled brain can barely register the question as his throbbing cock gently caresses my G-spot. However, a loud and tingly smack on my right ass cheek startles me, prompting my wrecked neurons to put together a reply.

“I fucking love it,” I say through gritted teeth, raising my head and glancing at him over my shoulder. “Go faster, daddy,” I moan and bite my lip. “I want to come all over your delicious cock.”

Henry’s eyes darken by my request and he grabs my jaw, crashing his lips against mine. Our kiss is a bit rough, tongues battling for control until he pulls my bottom lip with his teeth.

“I’ll make you come so hard that you’ll regret interrupting my game,” He tells me.

The excitement of his words gives me chills and I chuckle with mischief. “Do you promise?” I glance at him seductively, my teasing self returning to the game.

“Cross my heart,” My boyfriend reassures me, one of his hands sliding back down in between my legs. “Are you ready?”

The question is ignored as my brain is reduced to mush once again. More than before, my legs spread apart and my ass is up in the air for easy access. All of that balanced in my tiptoes that are becoming numb by now.

My pussy clenches around his cock as he massages my clit and restarts to pound into me senselessly. I moan, feeling my orgasm close. Henry groans louder, throwing his head back as his hips crush against my ass, the slapping sounding immoral and loud like both of us.

His hands finally give some attention to my boobs, kneading both of them. Like an expert, he teases my hard nipples, making me shiver from pleasure and I reach down to rub myself as I feel the first sparkles of the orgasm.

Lips come in contact with the sensitive skin of my nape and I start to lose it. “Oh, my God,” I breathe out, rubbing my clit faster. “D-Daddy,” I stutter as my toes start to curl up.

“Yes, kitten. Come all over daddy’s cock,” Henry growls into my ear, fucking me harder.

“I’m so close,” I whisper, completely out of breath. “Ah!” My moan reaches a note higher when he takes over and starts to rub my clit again.

Both his hand and hips move at an absurd fast pace and I literally see stars, coming hard on his cock. My legs buckle and Henry catches me before I fall without stopping his movements. My pussy clutches him so hard that I bet he’s gonna come anytime soon.

“Aaaah! Shit.”

My eyes are screwed shut and I squeeze my thighs together. It makes my pussy tighter around Henry’s girthy shaft, making him moan, but he still doesn’t stop thrusting hard into me nor rubbing my clit. I try to move his hand away just to fail miserably.

“Come on, kitten,” He pants, holding me against his body. “I know you can do it.”

“Oh, Henry!” I nearly shout as all my muscles tense up before becoming jelly.

I come once again and my thighs feel wet. Henry finally slows down his thrusts before sliding out of me. I feel the bliss of the orgasm and, if it weren’t for his strong arms secured around my waist, I’d fall to the ground.

“You did so well, baby girl,” My boyfriend praises me.

I try to catch my breath and rest my head against his chest. “Did you come?” I ask, feeling his hard cock on my lower back.

“Not yet,” He squeezes my overly sensitive boobs.

“What?” I frown, exhausted. “What is this?” I ask, looking at the water pool on the floor that I stepped on.

Henry chuckles, feeling amused by my confusion. “You squirted, kitten,” He explains.

This surprises me. “Seriously?”

I have never done this before.

“Yeah,” He muses, balancing my weight in between his arms. “Come on,” Henry says, nudging me to climb up the stairs.

“I can’t walk,” I giggle, looking up at him from over my shoulder.

His brow is furrowed as he looks down at me with his attentive azure eyes. Then, Henry flips me around and picks me up like a doll, throwing me over his shoulder. I gasp at the slap he lands across my ass but he quickly makes it up by spreading kisses on my thigh.

The air is knocked out of my lungs once again when he throws me onto the mattress. I look up at the Greek God boyfriend that I have and smirk, running one foot over his torso. He pushes my leg down and hovers over me, taking my lips possessively in a heated kiss. I moan into his mouth and my hands slide down from his back to squeeze his ass.

However, Henry takes both of my hands and pins it down above my head. “Keep it there,” He orders. “Do not move it.”

Biting my lips, I nod while looking into his eyes. In a swift move and still pinning my hands above my head, he flips me on the mattress. A quiet squeal followed by a giggle escapes my lips and I wiggle my ass, adjusting myself in the new position. Henry kneads my butt cheeks as I feel his lips on my back and I sigh, feeling the familiar chill running down my spine once again.

He goes lower and lower until he isn’t holding my hands anymore. Bending my knees slightly, my boyfriend makes me pop my ass up, exposing my pussy to him. I let out a long and obscene moan as I feel his mouth latch onto my very sensitive core.

Henry’s tongue is merciless. He devours my pussy, licking all my juices and flicking my clit with expertise. My hands clutch at the comforter in pleasure and I moan at the vibration of his groan, pumping himself while eating me out.

“B-Baby, I’m gonna…” I start, feeling the wonderful sensation building up again. Henry simply hums and starts to massage my clit with his thumb. “Fuuuck,” The shaking begins and, in a matter of seconds, I come hard on his mouth.

Another appreciative moan comes from my man while he licks me clean. This time, he has to hold my thighs tightly so I don’t move.

My breath is rapid and I’m still feeling the aftermath of my third climax when Henry pushes into me. I instantly clench around him a bunch of times, my walls too sensitive from the intense activity it's experiencing.

“Fuck, kitten,” Henry moans into my ear, lying on top of me. “If you keep doing that, I won’t last long.”

I try to say something, but my brain is so overwhelmed by now that I can’t put together a simple phrase. And, if it was bad before, it gets worse as he starts to thrust. He picks up the speed quickly and, once again, the slapping sound of his hips hitting against my ass echoes in the room.

Henry’s moans and panting in my ear are way too much to handle and I’m coming into his cock almost right after he began ramming into me. He slows down, prolonging my fourth orgasm and adding more fire to it by nibbling my earlobe and reaching down to rub my clit.

I can’t close my legs because one of his is right between mine, but I try my best. My eyes nearly get stuck on the back of my head as I come yet again. All my muscles feel sore from tensing up and relaxing repetitively and my throat hurts from moaning.

When I think I can’t take anymore, Henry tenses above me, his thrust becoming irregular and rougher. He moans, a very dirty moan, finally coating my walls with his warm, thick load. A few more pumps and he eases out of me, giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek before he rolls off me and crashes to my side.

My body is too exhausted to move and I just stay in the same position he put me in, trying to regain my breath. Aftershocks still make my limbs tremble then and there and I feel numb.

“That was awesome,” Henry says, trying to catch his breath too. “Baby?” He asks when I don’t say anything. “Are you okay?” His hand feels cold against my skin.

“You’re a pussy destroyer,” I breathe out with my eyes closed, making him laugh.

“You squirted again,” My boyfriend points out, feeling very proud of himself.

“I figured I would,” I say, trying to move only to moan at the discomfort coming from between my legs. I end up rolling to the side, resting my back against his chest. “I won’t be able to sit for days.”

“That’s what you get from interrupting my game,” Henry says playfully, squeezing my boobs.

“Oh, I’ll do that more often, then,” I tease, making him laugh again.

[twinklelilstarkey]

Feel Better - Neil {TENET}

Pairing: Neil x Reader

Words: 1.9k+

Type: Smut

Summary: Neil leaves the bed after a nightmare, and Y/N helps him feel better.

Warnings: Straight up sex. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Mentions of bodily fluids, overstimulation, etc.

You wake up from your peaceful sleeping state as you turn over to the side in your bed, in hopes to collide into the warmth of your boyfriend’s body, but it doesn’t happen.

Your eyes open, staring into the darkness of the room, and your hand reaches to where Neil had been laying down.

The surface under your palm feels slightly warm, meaning that it hasn’t been long since he got up. You sit up, when recognizing that there’s no going back to sleep now, and look at the ground in hopes to find a piece of clothing with the lack of light.

You grab his discarded shirt from the ground and put it on, only caring enough to button at least 2 of the buttons at the front, before getting up.

You drag your slow feet out of the room and look around the hallway for any open doors that could indicate Neil’s whereabouts, but every single one is closed.

Once you reach the living room, the lights of the city were the only light source, but they were enough to light up your boyfriend, who sat right by the end of the windowed wall, leaning his back on the wooden one.

You walk over to Neil as he stares into the city and his eyes quickly snap back at you once you get close enough.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” You ask him in a whisper, not wanting to disrupt the silence.

You crouch next to him, taking a look at his messy dyed dirty-blonde hair as he just simply stares into your eyes.

“I had a nightmare” He whispers back.

As those words fill the space between you, you decide to sit down and lean back onto the wall just like him. Neil’s eyes stay trained on you as you do it, watching how the skin of your legs sparkled in the poor lighting.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, leaving a quick kiss on his naked shoulder.

“It’s work related” He says before looking away into the city again.

You stay quiet but still grab one of his hands. Neil doesn’t react as you pull his left hand onto your lap, he just lets you do it. You bring his hand close to your lips and leave a light kiss over his knuckles once you do it. Neil visibly relaxes with your actions and lets you lean closer to him.

The apartment is very much heated, shielding you from the cold night outside of these walls, but you still snuggled closer to Neil in search of his warmth.

You look up at Neil, to see what expression his face holds, and he just continues to stare at the night quietly. His expression doesn’t show much emotion, but you know that the nightmare must be replaying on his mind for some time.

“Was it really bad?” You ask him.

“Yeah”

You lean your cheek onto his shoulder, hugging his arm close to your (almost completely exposed) chest. Neil’s hand lays on your legs as you them held up close to your chest.

His fingers move slightly on your soft skin, almost as if he was scared to move them further and you stare at his hand in response.

Neil does it again and his interest moves over to his hand. His fingers move slowly through a small part of your leg, and his mind is filled with thoughts that he would love to just forget.

“Are you okay?” You ask lastly making his eyes move over at yours.

His silence was good enough of a response to you.

You move his hand out of your leg as well as his arm from in front of you, before leaning a bit forward and bringing yourself up to your knees. Neil looks at you as you move and almost groans as you sit right on top of his thighs, straddling him.

The only articles of clothing that separated your bodies are the shirt that you’re wearing and Neil’s boxers. But that didn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into your chest into a hug.

As Neil’s head rests on your chest, his arms wrap around your waist as a response, pulling you impossibly closer.

“Can I make you feel better?” You ask him before leaving a kiss on the top of his head. Neil leans his head back a bit when hearing your words to stare up at you.

“You don’t need to”

Your hands cup Neil’s cheeks and your lips meet. Both moving slowly against each other.

Neil is worried that he is pushing you further than you can handle but you couldn’t give a less of a fuck that you were still sore from the events in the beginning of your evening. If he needs you, you’re more than willing to cooperate.

You pull away from the kiss with a small smile and his hands go over to your hips as yours let go of his face.

You start to unbutton the two buttons left of the shirt and Neil plants a kiss in your sternum as it is revealed to the light.

Neil’s wet kisses paint a pattern in your skin and you continue to take off your shirt. His hands move slowly to your ribs as his lips discovered the already marked skin.

Your naked skin is painted by the shades of red and purple from the ones that already started to bruise. From your hips to behind your ear, you’re marked by Neil’s fingertips and hickeys.

He moves away slightly to acknowledge the sight of your body and a smirk fights its way into both of your lips. He could look at you all day.

Your hands move down from his chest and stop at the elastic band of his boxers.

Neil hisses as your finger lays on top of the tent built under the fabric and you smile maliciously. Your finger traces it for the sole purpose of watching Neil react, but you stop before giving him a peck on the lips.

Your boyfriend stares at you and your naked form as you move your hands over the elastic band and smiles a bit when feeling you tug at it.

He lifts his hips by laying his hands on the floor to help you and you pull the boxers down, making his hardened cock jump out right in front of your eyes.

Neil fights to keep quiet as the relief of freedom fills his lower half and you discard his boxers once finally being able to pull them down his legs. His hands hold your waist as you rapidly wrap your hand around the base of his member. 

He holds in his gasp and you move your fist upwards, starting to please him. Your thumb traces his slit as you reach the head of his cock and Neil slowly lowers his hands to your hips. 

With his half wooded eyes he moves his hand over your navel and lowers it. You gasp loudly as Neil’s finger finds its way to your clit right as it moves through your lips. 

You still feel sensitive from a few hours ago but as soon as his finger starts to circle your bundle of nerves, you forget all of the possible discomfort that could come with the overstimulation.

“Fuck, Neil” You gasp as he continues his movements.

He smiles at your words but quickly stops, moving his hand away from your pussy and moving yours away from his cock. You hold in your groan from the lack of contact but quickly shut up as Neil moves you closer to him and starts lining his head with your entrance.

You moan lowly as you feel him slowly entering you and you lower your hips at the same pace, taking him inch by inch as pleasure fills both your mind and body.

“Shit” you cry out as you reach halfway. Neil throws his head back slightly as he feels your walls contracting against him, holding back the sounds that you would love to hear.

You, once regaining your strength, start to move down once more and as soon as you felt full enough, you started riding him, slowly gaining your speed. Neil grips your waist as you start to move faster and stares down at how well you’re taking his cock. His member glistens with your juices as you move back up and he was falling in love with the sight.

Your whimpers and small gasps reach his ears and he can’t help but bring his hand closer to your mound. His thumb lays over your clit and quickly starts to move over and around it.

“Oh my-” you say as soon as you feel him.

Your toes curl in pleasure and your hands move over to Neil’s shoulders, trying to grip onto something while trying to maintain your movements, steady.

He hisses in pleasure as you sink lower than ever since you started and you smile over the immense pleasure. Your nails press onto his skin as you repeat your movements and quickly steal a kiss from Neil as he stares at your chest.

Your boobs move with your movements, up and down and Neil’s eyes are fixated on them. His hand reaches over and wraps over one, squeezing it while lost in the pure bliss of the moment.

A shear layer of sweat starts to coat the two of you and you start to feel your orgasm get closer and closer. You have been trying your best to hold it back but you just can’t.

“I’m so close” you whisper while leaning over closer to Neil.

“Come for me, baby” he answers in a lower tone.

In a matter of seconds and a few more thrusts, your movements start to get sloppier and sloppier. The sound of your moaning and skin slapping onto each other is all that fills the large apartment, echoing in the long hallway.

“Shit” Neil says as your walls squeeze his cock with such force that he can already feel his orgasm closing in as well.

Your moans get louder and louder and right as Neil presses his thumb a slightly bit harder on your clit, you’re sent over the moon. Your body starts to spasm slightly against Neil’s and as you reach your peak, Neil helps you continue to ride him by gripping your hips.

The overstimulation makes your body shake on top of his as it screams for a break, but you couldn’t help but find pleasure in the discomfort of it all.

You stare at Neil with your half wooded eyes and right as you do it, Neil reaches his orgasm. A groan escapes his mouth as he does it, and you feel him emptying himself inside you.

Your loud breathing is all that can now be heard in the room. The window next to you has fogged up and you smile at the sight of it.

You look over at Neil and you find him already staring at you. You both smile at each other in the same second and you lean in to kiss his lips, but stop right before they touch.

“I love you” You whisper and his lips curl into a bigger smile.

“I love you too”

You close the space between the two of you and kiss him, your hands move from his shoulders to his hair and your fingers grip onto it.

“Can we go to bed, now?” You ask when pulling away making Neil chuckle softly at you.

“Yes, we can”

- - - - -

This is my first time ever writing just straight up smut, is this good? If not, can somebody help me be better at this?

[blahkugo]

Omakase

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x Reader 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: 18+, smut, slight overstim, all characters are aged up, ofc. 

A/N: Happy birthday to the woman that literally birthed my blog, the writer of the best fics I’ve ever read-- *cough Notice, Seven Minutes, Of Love and Lemons, etc.*-- @lookslikeleese���. It’s 5 am right now and my brain cannot come up with the proper words, but just know I love you so much. Thank you for creating our entire friend group. I LOVE YOU. 

omakase (noun): 

(in a Japanese restaurant) a meal consisting of dishes selected by the chef; chef’s choice. 

Thirty minutes into supper with the Todorokis, you think your heart may actually stop beating. It’s not the awkward silence, nor the snowstorm of icy glares traveling across the table. You’ve long since made your peace with the scents of charred leather couches and melted silverware that linger in your hair whenever one of the men gets riled up. 

No, it’s an issue far more pressing than the typical family drama, a matter that needs to be resolved with stealth— immediately. 

It’s Shouto’s fingers, darting into his pocket and pressing a single button. It’s your heels digging into the cool tile beneath you. It’s every nerve standing on end, every passing second sending a wave of heat to your core. Your knuckles blanche, gripping the oak table with such ferocity that it may just snap, and your thighs shake, overwhelmed.

The issue is that there’s a little pink vibrator pressing against your clit and the bi-colored bastard chews his food as though this night is no different than any other. 

It doesn’t matter that the toy’s been placed at the lowest setting all night, doesn’t matter that your fingernails relieve a bit of the pressure every time you dig them into your exposed thighs. The only thought crossing your mind is your impending orgasm. How are you supposed to stifle euphoric pleasure when you’re barely able to hold it together now? 

“So, how’s that new job going?” Enji asks more out of courtesy than interest. While you typically humor his attempts at placid conversation, you’re too troubled to speak to the stoic man in front of you. What if your juices seep through your soaked panties right onto the chair? 

“It’s— ah- it’s really good.” 

And this has been your entire night thus far. Feeble efforts to remain coherent, whines and gasps hidden behind awkward coughs— anything and everything you can possibly do to maintain your dignity in the presence of your boyfriend’s father. 

“What was that funny story you were telling me earlier today?” Shouto doesn’t miss a beat, sending a quick slant your way before stuffing another bite of rice into his mouth. He knows precisely what he’s doing, can feel the pointed daggers you dig into the side of his head, but his relaxed smile reveals nothing to the three pairs of eyes gazing intently at you, awaiting your response.

“Oh, Mt. Lady, she— oh my god,” As soon as you begin speaking, he cranks the toy up to a new level. Though it’s only for a second, the sound that leaves your body is inhuman, a mortifying cross between a sob and a choke that has your palm slamming onto the table fiercely.

All at once, the table is bustling with concern for your safety. To their naive eyes, it seems you choked on a bite of food, and Fuyumi hurries to grab you a glass of water. Shouto simply remains seated, a slick grin plastered across his face at the sight of your heated cheeks and teary eyes. What the fuck could have possessed you to agree to this in the first place? 

“I-I’m okay,” you mumble out, embarrassment shaking you far worse than any sex toy ever could. And that fact— the way your eyebrows knead together in discomfort as you squirm in your seat— is precisely what Shouto wants. You’re no stranger to humiliation, no stranger to the tugging deep in your gut or the heated flush that darts onto your mattress and makes its home on your cheeks.

But this? This type of shame is foreign; it makes your head spin and refuses to waver no matter how much you silently gripe and plead. “Honestly, I feel a bit—” another pulse, another pained gasp from you, “ill.” The words barely make their way out before you’re gritting your teeth, thighs pressing together so tightly they may leave pretty purple marks. 

“Maybe I should take her upstairs,” Shouto sighs, faux apology slipping through his mouth with ease. When did the fucker get so good at lying? 

And then he’s helping you up from your seat, rubbing tender circles into your back, like any good boyfriend would. But every graze is unbearable, sends a tidal wave of warmth rushing through your core. The most innocent of touches has become obscene, twisted in a way only you and the cool man next to you are able to acknowledge. 

As you climb the stairs with shaky legs, you can only pray that the rest of the family doesn’t notice the slick juices trailing down your thighs. 

—

“Who knew dinner and a show could be so entertaining?” He teases, just barely dodging the fist you throw half-heartedly at his shoulder. His supple lips are glued into a smirk, one that probably won’t drop until the night is long over. 

“Please– I-” you attempt to stifle your moans, but in the comfort of his childhood bedroom you find yourself slipping into a high-pitched whine. “Turn it off.” He seems to debate the plea internally, slender fingers brushing over the buttons until you grip harshly at his bicep. You’ve endured enough misery to last you months. 

When he finally switches it off, you feel your entire body slacken and relief wash over you; however, it does nothing for the throbbing in your clit or the pool of desire still brimming in your core. What you crave is his touch, the warmth that pokes and prods at your every muscle, loosening each nerve until you’re a babbling mess— wholly at the mercy of his lithe fingers. 

“Shou,” you mewl, voice dripping with desperation. His eyes widen for a quick second, brows raised and shocked by your blatant come-on with his family only a level down. “I need you.” 

Those three simple words have him springing into action, shoving you against the mattress. Pinning you beneath him with ease, he hikes your skirt up to your hips before running a slender digit against your clothed slit. 

“You made a mess,” his words carry no weight, only amazement at the juices flowing freely through the thin panties and down your thighs. “Probably made a mess all over your chair too.” 

With that comment, your shame is back with a vengeance, tinging the tips of your ears and causing you to cry out. Before Shouto, you’d have never thought this sort of depraved commentary could have you shaking. Hell, you’re not sure he even knew what he was doing to you at first; ever oblivious, Shouto simply speaks his mind. 

Only when he noticed the effect of his words, did he begin using those passing observations against you. Now, he lives for your reactions, spurs you on if only to see how far a gruff remark can push you— and typically, your limit is reached in wanton sobs and bright red scratch marks down his back. 

He doesn’t bother with removing the lace panties, only tugs them to the side so he can brush his fingers against your naked slit. When he pushes a thumb against your clit, you can’t help the loud cry that escapes you. “Bite,” he offers up his wrist so that your moans don’t carry through the thin walls. 

Your teeth sink into his flesh, eliciting a sharp breath at the sudden pain. And he enjoys that part too— the lengths you’ll go to achieve pleasure, the stinging reminders of your desire. “Stay quiet for me, yeah?” He tests a finger, then two, knuckles deep in your doughy walls as you writhe on the bed. “Good girl.” 

“Mmph,” you feel your eyes roll back at the soft praise, thighs tensing as he begins to pump his digits in and out. “Faster, ah– please.” Your moans are muffled against his arm, but he complies nonetheless, fingers curling and hitting the spot that drums against your heartbeat, that rattles through your brain.

The second he brings his lips to your clit, you feel the coil in your stomach about to snap. Hair slick with sweat, your hands roam through his own wet strands, gripping and tugging him closer, closer, closer. He suckles hungrily, his last meal long forgotten as he pushes you further over the edge. 

All at once, you see stars. You’re unsure whether you’re keeping quiet like he asked or sobbing loudly, the tidal wave of pleasure consumes you whole, stomach going taut and twisting as he allows you to ride out your orgasm. With the toy slowly edging you all night, this bliss feels fully merited— is exactly what you deserve after being subjected to his teasing for so long. 

Shouto only lets up when your entire body has gone slack and you push his head away. Bringing his fingers up to your supple lips, he watches hungrily as you slurp at your own slick. 

His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them, pooling with eagerness and a longing for more; he brings a thumb to his chin to wipe at your juices— licks a long stripe up the digit to fully savor you. The image is immodest at the least, animalistic at most.

It reignites your own thirst immediately. 

Though you’re exhausted, core spasming from overuse, you find yourself tugging at his waistband, pulling him close so he can sheath himself inside you in one fell thrust. 

“Fuck,” his voice is husky, groan stifled in the nook of your shoulder. “Still so fucking tight for me.” The only sounds that fill the air are your joint moans, the squeaky springs of the mattress, and the headboard clanging against the wall— sweat soaked skin as his hips snap against you. 

“Ah— please, please, please,” it seems to be the only phrase that falls from your loose lips. Every jerk sends shocks across your damp flesh, vision going foggy as he sends your brain spinning. Once again, you teeter at the edge, so close. Your legs wrap across his back, digging into the globes of his ass to pull him impossibly closer. 

“What do you want?” He grunts into your jaw, peppering wet kisses down your neck and across your chest. It may leave a mark or two, but it’s something to worry about later. 

“I–”At this point, you’re just a teary, blubbering mess, “please, Shou– need your cum.” You manage the words, knowing exactly what effect they have. His movements quicken, pace faltering as he chases his own high. 

And then, you’re both seeing stars. With one final shudder, his cock twitches, and then he’s spilling into you. Your groans intertwine, his a loud sigh of your name, you sobbing helplessly. 

Once he finally stills, he collapses on top of you, both of your chests heaving. His fingers smooth at your matted hair, whispers of ‘so good for me’ and ‘fuck, baby’ into the shell of your ear as he allows your body— still trembling uncontrollably— time to regain composure.  

Now you remember why you agreed to this little game of his.

–

“I hope you feel better,” Fuyumi hugs you goodbye, though your eyes are glazed over in post-coital bliss. Her gaze doesn’t quite meet your own, anyways. But they couldn’t have heard; you were quiet. Weren’t you? 

As you stumble into the passenger side of Shouto’s pristine Model S, you catch the gruff comment Enji murmurs to Shouto, 

“You two could stand to be a bit less obvious next time.” 

[jadelynlace]

NSFW Prompts / Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU Request [Ivar x F!Reader]

request by: @quantumlocked310

author’s note: you can find the complete NSFW prompt list here, and you can find the request by the love of my life, I mean @quantumlocked310 here.

content warnings: smut (oral [male receiving], riding and cream pies). prompt will be bolded.

synopsis: Ivar says please.

✎

Ivar had turned into the man who wouldn’t sleep unless he was gifted an orgasm prior to closing his eyes—nights with him were never rushed into pleasure, never navigated so only he could find his release; and you were certain that he needed your release as much as he needed his. 

He was already in his bed when you arrived, thrown off of a reverse twenty four and so utterly done with everything in the world of emergency medical service. It was a career path you had dedicated your life to, loving it but It did not love you back and that knocked you down from your high horse more often than it did not. Especially if you harped too long on the subject, or spent too much time dissecting each call, pulling it part by part on to an exam table. 

“Hey, baby,” Ivar yawns from his spot, sweatshirt hood up over his head, flat against his mattress to a room of dead silence. “I haven’t made anything to eat yet.”

“Are you alright?” Are the first words out of your mouth, watching the large man across the even larger bed and the sight look odd—mostly because Ivar always slept on his stomach if he was alone in the sheets. 

“Hurt my back,” is how he replies. 

“Not spending enough time on it?” You tease, walking around the bed and a snort comes from his lips. Reaching for your arm, he pulls you closer, mouth hungrily seeking yours as you meet him half way. “What did you do?” You ask, kissing his forehead before you step back. 

“I had a long session today that I hardly moved for—it doesn’t help that my entire profession is usually spent sitting down.” Ivar mumbles while his eyes stay stuck to your back. Watching how your body moves as you pull the day from you as the blues peel off like a second skin. “You know what might help?” Ivar asks. 

“Hydrocodone?” You answer, turning your head to peek at him while the bra comes unlatched. 

“Yeah, I’d love to pass out for a week.” 

“What might help, Ivar?” You then ask, still facing away from him with the naked upper half and his eyes can’t stop their journey. 

“You…riding me,” He says, and there’s a way the sentence drips from his tongue that sings such a seductive note with his speech that it stubs you. 

“I’m not going to ride you when you’re injured.”

“I’m not injured—it’s just sore. Hardly sore.”

“Ivar, lying to me isn’t going to help your case.”

“But—please, baby—” Ivar all but begs, and he knows that tone was a weakness of yours and he was more than happy to exploit it. “I even said please.” He adds and you turn around, thumbs hooking under the waistband of your panties and you slide them from your body. “Oh my god,” Ivar moans softly when you’re standing naked before him, always looking at you like it’s the very first time he’s seeing you. The undergarments land on his chest, and he pushes himself up, peeling the gray cotton from his torso and your eyes are met with an explosion of artwork. When hands take to his pants your voice halts them, Ivar’s eyes widening with the tone and even more so when you climb over the end of the bed, slithering between his legs. 

You meet his face, eyes wide and pleading under you as your lips press onto his softly, but before his hands can hold you there, you’re moving again, mouth grazing his neck, his pulse point and taking your tongue to the lines on his skin. A sinful noise drools from his lips as you move farther, one hand sneaking behind your body to palm him, and Ivar’s not sure where he wants to put his hands. When you meet the seam of his boxers with his cock pressing against them, you feel him twitch under your tongue as you run it across the material. 

“Oh, fuck baby,” Ivar rasps as your mouth stops, pulling the barrier away and watching his length come free. Pulsing against his abdomen and you hum to answer him, bite on the bottom of your lips as you stare. 

“You’re so big Ivar,” You whisper, doe eyes peeking up at him before your tongue slides up his shaft, tracing the vein that lives underneath. All Ivar can do is moan, your words already enough of a kill shot before you take his tip past your lips, inching your mouth down on him. There’s a pause from you as he hits the back of your throat and your eyes flick up; his head pressing back into the pillow as his jawline catches your visions and then you swallow around him and his hips buck ever so slightly. Pulling your mouth back off of him, obscene noises of your spit catches in your ears and you wrap your hand around his bases to jerk him, slowly spreading the salvia and Ivar melts across the bed. There’s a nuzzle against his thigh before your mouth takes him down again, hungrily slipping across your tongue and only then does Ivar turn his head to watch you. Deep against your throat and he holds your head there, blue eyes darkening as he studies how you look with his cock pressed so tightly into your mouth, eyes still locked on him. Through a small flick of his hips he hits your throat and you mouth spasms, gurgling and he groans as he slides out, flopping back agains the mattress as the strands of spit connect you to him. With your fist still on him, the slow strokes distract him so you can maneuver, crawling and parting your legs on either side of him.

“Ivar…” You sing and his eyes open to see you hovering, hips just out of reach before you’re taking his tip and rubbing it over your folds. Parting your womanhood and all Ivar can do it watch, chest heaving before you sink slightly, tip pressing into your opening and then you sink down to rest against him. His lips part, a groan escaping and you still yourself, teeth plunging into your bottom lip because he feels so different at this angle, so much deeper and even as you’re motionless your walls are quivering, pulsing against him and it sends his cock to twitch back inside of you. 

As his eyes finally peel apart you’re still there, eyes locked on his and neither of you are ready to move. Large palms take up to exploring, sliding over your thighs on each side of him before wrapping on to your hips. There’s a slight pull he gifts you, moving your body so very slowly and all you can hear is the throaty groan that comes from him before his hands gain leverage on your chest. Squeezing you there and you find your balance, moving your hips up just enough before you shove back down onto him and Ivar lurches underneath you. It’s the burning in your thighs that you notice first, overtired body not cooperating as you move, flicking your hips as you rise and lower and Ivar’s breathing becomes deeper, his chest heaving and your walls are already starting to tighten. Holding him inside of you and he can hear you whimper his name as you try to chase something that’s getting farther from your grasp. There’s a thrust from his hips that juts you over him and you moan, the change in pressure causing you to toss your head back and Ivar sees the sight. 

You’re pulled then, his hands bringing you across him as his mouth eagerly gathers with yours, locking you against his chest and his hips start an erratic display up into you. The bed squeaking as he snaps and your climax doesn’t even have the time to warn you, rushing through you and in the overwhelming pleasure your teeth nip against Ivar’s bottom lips as he feels you come. Juices slipping onto his abdomen and it’s only another three snaps before you are suddenly crushed even harder and his seed spills into you. Body shaking below you and you feel the warm air hit your mouth as his opens, his cock flagging when he pulls back and it slowly slips out of you. There’s a numbness in your thighs but you can’t bring yourself to move yet as you rub your forehead against his, hands sliding up the curve of your back before they tangle into your hair. When his lips catch yours for a final time, pale blue eyes finally open and meet yours, pupils still blown and he smiles below you.

“Did that help your back? I’m scared to even ask,” You giggle against him, pecking the corner of his mouth before you wiggle some to rest against his chest. His arms suddenly encompass back around you, locking you in place before he speaks.

“No,” Ivar starts lowly. “I didn’t really even hurt my back,"

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The drabble where... Yandere!Lucas gets a bit eager before your wedding to him and Yandere!Taeyong

Part of the Whist Universe : 1 : 2

⇢ Warnings: oral ( f receiving), horny Lucas, quick sex without a condom, mentions of Yandere! Taeyong behaviour, etc...

⇢ Word Count: 1.4k 

⇢ Pairing: Yandere Lucas x Fiance Reader (mentions of Taeyong but he’s not in this blurb)

Lucas’s palms are sweaty, no matter how many times he flexes them at his sides. His suit jacket is discarded, the sleeves of his once pristine shirt rolled up to the elbows to show tanned, strong forearms and prominent veins.

“Sit down.” His best friend says, flipping through instagram stories on his iPhone. 

“Can’t.” Lucas answers, looking at the dark haired man, “where’s Taeyong?”

Hendery shrugs, “I’m your best man, not his.”

“Where’s Doyoung?” Lucas changed his question, walking to the window to look out at the wedding shenanigans outside. Lucas was shocked when Taeyong had made it clear he wanted a big white wedding. Lucas would have been just as happy with an impromptu trip to Las Vagas.  

The door opens and Ten slips inside, smiling at his friends. His smile dropped when he picked up on Lucas’s anxiety, “what’s wrong?”

“He’s worried Y/N won’t show.” Hendery answers first. 

Lucas groans loudly, he hadn’t said it, but it makes sense that his best friend would know the true reason for his restless behaviour. 

“Y/N’s here,” Ten assures the men, “she looks amazing.”

“Were you just with her?” Lucas’s mood picks up, like a dog who’s ears have caught the sound of a treat bag being shaken. Your name has always had this effect on him.

“Yeah just down the hall,” Ten waves his hand before realizing his mistake as Lucas bounds towards the door, off in search of you.

“It’s bad luck if you see her in her dress before the wedding.” Ten scolds, grabbing onto Lucas’s arms.

Lucas shrugs, “Taeyong won’t see her then.” 

Ten and Hendery peak their heads out of the suite they’re in, watching Lucas walk towards the room he’s just found out you’re in. 

He knocks and one of your best friends opens the door, a few moments later your friends leave the room and Lucas flashes Ten and Hendery a thumbs up before entering your room. The door locks behind him and Hendery laughs, “can’t believe that dudes getting married.”

“He still acts like a frat boy.” Ten agrees, “Taeyong’s going to be pissed.”

“Lucas has never cared.” Hendery points out, which is true, and possibly one of the reasons the two of them work so well together. 

Inside your room, Lucas has you pushed up against the door, his thigh pressed up between your legs. his lips are eager on your neck, and you grin, shaking your head, “everyones going to be mad at you.”

“So?” Lucas nearly growls, breath hot and sticky against your neck as one of his hands comes up to cup your face.

“Watch my makeup.” you warn him, biting at his thumb as it swipes at your lipstick.

Lucas hums low in his throat, stopping to look at you, “so pretty.” he continues to look at you for a moment, “don’t want to mess up your makeup.”

Before you can even think, Lucas is falling to his knees. His hands bunch up in the skirts of your dress and he shoves it up, “hold this,” he tells you, and the tone in his voice tells you not to fight him.

Your head falls back against the door and a laugh leaves your lips when Lucas pushes your panties to the side. his breath is warm against your throbbing pussy, his lips velvety against the soft flesh of your inner thighs. 

“Fuck baby, so pretty,” Lucas coos, rubbing the silky lace of your wedding thong between his fingers, “these are for me right?”

You nod, “yes sir.”

His thumb rubs up your entrance, collecting the wetness there, “fuck princess, you’ve been needy for me all day huh?” 

He hasn’t seen you in two days, let alone fucked you. Some weird pre wedding ritual thing, Taeyong insisted on you having some space before the wedding. and Lucas is sick of it.

“Missed this pretty pussy.” Lucas says, pressing a kiss to your skin softly, fingers gliding up your leg to adjust you and put it over his shoulder.

“Missed your dirty mouth.” you breathe.

You can feel Lucas smile against you, tongue darting out to taste you. your legs shudder involuntarily, fingers moving to grab at Lucas’s head, pulling him closer to your heat.

Lucas goes all out when his head is between your legs, and this is no different. In fact, he seems hell bent on making you scream. You grab at anything you can, pressing back against the door, lip caught between your teeth to stop moans from slipping out. 

Lucas’s lips suction on your clit, tongue flicking the needy bud deliciously. your pussy spasms around nothing and Lucas rewards you when he slips a finger into your entrance. 

You moan, looking down at the man buried in white fabric. 

“Lucas-” you whine his name and it just makes him go harder, lips sucking as his finger stretches you out. 

“Fuck, i want to be in you.” Lucas says, pulling away from your pussy, “just one orgasm, one for each of us, Taeyong can’t be mad about that can he?” Lucas is blabbering more to himself than anything, he knows he can do anything he wants to do to you.

He stands up, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he turns you around, pressing your chest against the door. 

He grabs at your dress, shoving the heavy fabric up. Your thong is wet against his fingers when he pushes it to the side, quickly unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants down just enough to get his cock out. 

He doesn’t even bother to tease, instead Lucas just pushes into you. Both of you let out strangled moans, Lucas pinning your hands to the door above your head as he begins to pound into you. 

Each thrust of his hips send you slamming against the door, and Lucas is whining, panting against your neck even though he tries to muffle himself with your skin.

“No marks,” you tell him, voice breathy.

Lucas grins, as if he could even mark your neck around the massive diamond studded choker that ensnares your throat at all times. 

“You close baby?” Lucas asks, breath got against your neck, lips pressing soft kisses there.

You nod, “yes sir,”.

“So fucking tight,” Lucas moans, hips making sinful sounds with each smack of skin on skin.

One of his hands grabs your ass roughly, squeezing as he works his way towards the edge. He knows the moment you cum from the way your pussy clamps down on him. The whimpers leaving your mouth are perfect, his favourite sounds in the entire world.

A shudder runs the entire length of Lucas’s body and he teeters on the edge before realizing he’s made a. huge mistake.  He can’t cum in you and he can’t cum on you. 

Lucas pulls out of you quickly, his fist replacing your warmth in a vice grip. He looks around wildly before he finds a MacDonald’s takeout bag, one of your bridesmaids must have got hungry-

It’s not the finest moment in Lucas’s life but he can’t bring himself to care. He jerks himself off into the MacDonald’s bag while you watch from where you’re still leaning against the door. 

Your dress is haphazardly collected near your waist and your chest is flushed, lips swollen, hair tousled. You’ve never been prettier in your entire life and Lucas can’t help the way his orgasm completely overtakes him.

His lips part, small pants leaving them as his eyes nearly close, he’s torn between looking at you and just letting himself cum in darkness. 

He watches you when he cums. 

When he finishes, it’s just the two of you breathing heavily.

Then there’s a knock at the door.

You and Lucas freeze, then he raises his finger to his lips to shush you, but he’a already giggling, “Lucas, you better come out here right now.”

It’s just Doyoung. 

You let out a shaky breath, happy it’s not Taeyong.

Lucas moves past you to open the door slightly, peaking out at the older man, “I’m busy.” Lucas says, flashing a shit eating grin that makes you giggle.

“Taeyong told you no seeing the bride before the wedding!” Doyoung says, trying to stay quiet so he doesn’t draw too much attention, but you would bet good money on the fact that Hendery and Ten are listening from their room.

Lucas shrugs, “oops?”

***

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[dawnwriterimagines]

Stay with Me: Luther Hargreeves (2)

Request: Vanya hurts the reader instead of Allison; Luther and the others find them and the reader is dying. Lots of Angst!

Warning(s): Lots of Angst, Blood, Grief, etc.

"Can't you drive a little bit faster?"

Luther leaned in from the backseat, impatiently looking over to Five, who clutched the steering wheel. Already hitting over 90 on a small road off the highway that was probably only permitting anything below 30 on the speed limit.

"Ask me again," Five sighed. "And I'll burn you with the cigarette lighter."

Luther huffed, sitting back into his seat, glancing between his brothers. His palms were sweating, his hands were shaking, something was wrong, he needed you, he needed to know you were okay. "I just--somethings not right. Can you just press on the gas?" He said now, visibly alittle more lenient, just worriedly staring out of the window. The sun had set and stars were igniting the dark purple sky, it was your favorite time of day, when you could see the stars.

Diego glanced at his brother, before tapping on Five's seat. "How much longer?"

"No more than ten minutes, tops." Five then complied with Luther's wishes, pressing his foot down on the gas pedal until the car was going well over 120.

Luther visibly relaxed, closing his eye's for a moment, then opening them. He balled up his fists, the audible crinkle of paper stopped him however, he straightens and looks down before taking the narrow pieces of paper from his sleeve. His expression softens, he stares down at the tickets he had bought not too long ago, to Paris. Maybe if the world wasn't ending, you two could finally...live, together. He wouldn't disappoint you this time.

He pocketed the tickets before clasping his hands together, painfully squeezing to get rid of the burning feeling setting in his chest.

●

Allison's eyes were cloudy, swollen from crying for hours, she gasped out as she hauled your limp body another inch before collapsing. She had been able to get your body out of the house, but every move only pained you further, she finally collapsed as you begged hoarsely. "Allison, ally! Please," you wheezed, breathlessly, crying silently as blood continued to seep through your fingers. "Stop," you sucked in a breath.

Allison fell to her knees, a loose cloth from the couch pressed into your bloody chest, she whimpered lowly. "I-i'm s-s-sorry," she winced at every sound that flooded her throat, stopping with a hand over the side of her neck where she was bleeding profusely, her eyes dropping as she began to feel dizzy. She groaned, then looking down at you, where your eye's had began to dull, staring upwards. "N-no, (y/n), d-don't--" she leaned over her sister, stroking your cheeks to coax you awake, your vision fading in and out.

"Ally..." you muttered, a thin strand of blood ran down the side of your left nostril, your eye's crossed and Allison took your hand, holding it tight to her lips as she gathered you in her arms. "Where's--where's....V-Vanya," you struggled to say the words, your body spasms faintly, pain blossoming through your limbs as your toes go number and your legs lay limp.

Allison presses her lips together, closing her eyes at the mention of their sister, who betrayed them, who hurt the both of you. How could you still be concerned for Vanya's safety of all things when she left you like this? She doesn't answer, she can't. First, because she's physically incapable with the slice to the throat and secondly she had no idea where Vanya was now, but her first guess would be they were going back to Harold Jenkins place.

She instead, strokes the sides of your face, shakily wiping the blood from your chin and along your paling cheeks. She didn't want to lose you, she couldn't, you've been with her through everything. What would she tell her daughter? Who adored you, who she had made her Godmother, what would she do then? God, what would Luther do?

Allison let out a sob, hugging you to her chest, she couldn't even stand, they'd never make it to the car, you couldn't even take a step without crumbling. She couldn't just leave you either, she'd never do that, so she waited and as your breathing labored, your body shivering as blood pooled around the wooden planked flooring. Allison leaned her head against yours, her mouth opening and nothing left, she grimaced at the vibrations she had tried to create. But, she needed to try, she needed to let you be ok, "I--I heard...a r-r-rumor..." she could see your eye's begin to cloud over, a white glaze that washed over your pupils. "...that y-y-you...you're gonna be fine. You're gonna...gon' be o-ok," your eye's were glazed over, but she wasn't sure if it was from her power anymore.

The night air blew through her curls as she leaned over you, panting heavily as her eyes grew heavy, she stroked the side of your face. Your lips curved up fairly try before dropping, your skin was so pale, so cold now. "N-no...! No, please," Allison cried out as she felt her wound tear, but she still begged as she now laid beside you. Her hands shook you to stay awake, sniffling as she knew you didn't have much time left. "I'm--I'm sorry," Allison breathed, laying her head on your shoulder now, her hand pressing down weakly on your bleeding chest. She could hardly breathe, taking one painful breath after the other, and all she could do now is lay here with you until you were found.

It was moments later, Allison was on the verge of blacking out, when there was a sudden shout, a vibration along the wooden boards up to the both of you.

Finally...

●

The car came to a halt as the lights of the cabin illuminated the area, but Five narrowed his eyes driving up closer as there was no car in sight. "Harold's not here."

"What are you talking about, this is the place," Klaus brought up the police report copy, Five rolled his eye's, waving it off.

"Yes, I know that. But there's no car, Allison's call isn't here either." Five drove up further.

Luther sighed impatiently. "Well they have to be somewhere, let's go inside, maybe there's clues!" He hastily opened up the car door, just as Diego caught sight of the porch.

"Oh, god..." He breathed before pushing the door open and running towards the cabin.

Klaus finally could see and follwed. "Oh no!"

Luther rushed to the cabin, Diego racing towards the steps in front until he caught sight of the scene in front of them. "No...no!" He cried, pushing past Diego and collapsing to his knees in front of your limp body. "(Y/n), (y/n) hey, baby," he raised you up in his arms, your head limply hung to the side. "No, no! Please, (y/n)," his eyes burned at the sight of your bloody, broken body. His right hand shaking as it held the soaked cloth over your bloody middle, your breathing was so faint. "Oh god, oh god, oh god please, no! No!" He held you close, breathing heavily before lifting you in his arms, your skin was so cold, your eye's fluttered open.

Klaus came up, his eyes reddening, mouth agape at the state of his family, he was leaned over Luther, a hand on his shoulder, until the man began rushing back to the car. "Wha--oh shit, god no. Oh je--we have to get them back to the house!" He leaned over Allison as Luther took you to the car, his body shaking as he struggled to keep himself together.

"I couldn't--, I couldn't--," Allison gasped out, her eyes crossed in exhaustion as Diego carefully lifted her, Diego shushed her, quickly making his way to the car as Klaus opened his side door.

"We know, we know. It's gonna be ok, Allison," Diego assured her as he climbed into the car.

Five was already behind the wheel, pressing down on the gas as his own eyes blurred with angry tears, he couldn't stop his family from getting hurt, he came back to save them! And he couldn't protect them! He stepped on the gas, turning the wheel forcefully, they needed to get home and fast!

During the car ride, Luther ripped away his coat and wrapped you in its stifling warmth, hoping to keep you warm, but your body still shivered. He rubbed your shoulder, while your body was tucked into his chest as you sat across his lap, "We're heading home, you're gonna be ok, baby," he said, using his left hand to hold his coat in place over your chest as a desperate attempt to stifle the blood loss, the other caressing the side of your face. "Hey, (y/n), baby, look at me. You can't close your eyes ok?" He tilted your chin up, your head leaning on his shoulder, "You don't have to talk, ok? Just listen, stay awake," he tried to hold himself together, his body was shaking, he didn't know what to do or how to fix this.

All this blood. His pants were warm, his hands are sticky with your blood, draining from your body like a running faucet.

"Come on, (y/n)," Klaus turned in his seat, feigning one of his go lucky smiles Luther used to hate so much, "I thought you wanted go hear about my therapy session last week? I'll tell you now, that man was a mess, he spent more time talking about his problems more than my own. But then I took his, um, his car! And pawned it," Klaus produced a half-hearted laugh, you visibly produced a breath of humour, causing him to continue. "But, ya know I didn't make much, it was a rusty old thing, barely worth a grand."

"You're...hopeless..." You breathlessly spoke.

Luther adjusted you in his arms, relaxing slightly, happy to see you could still speak at least. He was thankful for once, for Klaus' humour, having never truly appreciated it.

Klaus leaned against the seat, his eyes on your pale skin and darkening eyes. "Yeah, yep, I am," he snickered lightly, his expression flickering as his eye's watered once more. "Yeah, you're right. But, I said it first."

You hummed, amused as Klaus laughed faintly with you.

Diego then pitched in, holding tight to Allison, who had her hand tightly looped with yours. "(y/n), hey, sis," Your eye's flickered over to Diego, "I still got a few tricks to show you, ya know. You're shit with the knife still," he said, turned away from you, snickering lightly while you snorted weakly.

"Gee, thanks," you breathed, a smile settled on our face. "Your...teaching is...just bad,," you finished, than humming a laugh as Klaus and Luther chuckle while Diego gave you a half-hearted glare.

Five looked up through the mirror. "Keep her up for ten more minutes. We're almost--," he looks at you, your eyelids fluttering. "Hey! Hey, (y/n)," Luther rubs your shoulder, coaxing you up. "We're almost home," he says directly to you, as calmly as he could.

You nodded, a faint movement he hardly caught.

Everyone tried to keep you up, Luther trying to hold himself together as you soon stopped talking altogether, only blinking or a light smile to show you were listening.

Then, you stopped responding, your eye's were still open so Klaus had assumed you were listening. All of a sudden, you stilled, Klaus paused, Allison sitting up after a few seconds and putting a hand over yours. When you didn't give any indication of response, she panicked, shaking your arm and that's when everyone realized what had happened.

●

"We're safe here for a bit," Leonard said, putting his keys on the table, shrugging off his coat.

Vanya stepped inside his home, numb as her hands were stiff with dried blood, her eyes with bags from the long ride and constant reminder of her betrayal to her sisters. Her body shivered with each step, her cheeks stained with tears that had gone on for hours.

"Can't stay long," Leonard continued, unfazed by the previous events. "We've gotta pack our things," he said.

Then fully turning to Vanya, her silence as she stared at her feet, "Vanya," he walked over to her, "Vanya," he said again, she didn't answer, she couldn't, a dead stare into a void he knew she must must be haunted by. "Let's clean you up." He took her hand, looking at the blood crusted along her hands and her clothes.

She followed him to the tub, when he ran the water, she sat down inside, the warm water did little to ease her. Even as Leonard--or was it Harold-- washed her bloody palms with a rag to the soothe her shaking bones.

"Your family," Leonard began, "they'll be coming for us soon," he said. When she said nothing, only still looking forwards, lost in the repeating memory of you falling in her arms, blood flooding your chest. "It's ok," he breathed against her. "You don't have to worry, we're a team now." He assured her. She blinked at the word, her eyes blurring once again with tears.

"Vanya! I made you this!" You ran down the hallway, clad in your umbrella academy costume, everyone was on their way to a mission. You had a mask in your hand, one exactly like everyone else's, Vanya hadn't received one before because she had no power at the time.

Vanya remembers being so emotional about it, tearing up so badly that she couldn't put the mask om right away because she'd just drown her own eyes in her tears. You gave her a walkie-talkie and shook one of your own in your hand, "Now, you can help me on missions!" You revealed, grinning widely. Wiping Vanya's eye's, you helped her put her mask on. "There! Now we're a team!"

"Take the fight to them," Leonards voice broke her out of her memory.

She spoke. For the first time in hours, "Why would they be coming for me?"

Leonard chuckles softly, "Vanya..." he breathes. "You killed (y/n)."

A flash of what she had done hits her, she flinched before shaking her head. "No, I..." she started. "I lost control." She explained. "Everything just happened so fast." She couldn't stop herself, she hadn't even known what she had done until it was too late. It was an accident. They'd understand that, right?

"I know," Leonard says, running the rag over her fingers. "I know," he repeated. "It's not your fault. You were protecting yourself."

"Vanya, vanya, I love you!"

From what? What was she protecting herself from? All they wanted to do was help, all you wanted to do was help her.

"That's not how they'll see it," Leonard continues.

"No. I'll-- I'll...I'll explain it to them." Vanya nods to herself, trying to convince herself. "Uh, I--I just need to get to them and I--I need to explain it to them."

Leonard frowned, leaning over her. "They wanna hurt you," he warned, "I'm the only one on your side who understands...just how special...you truly are."

"... (y/n) understood." A tear escapes Vanya's eye.

Leonard hums. "But, she's gone now." He reminds her.

She's silent after that, silently crying harder.

"I've known you were special since the day we met. I see it now, just as she did , as I look at your face," Leonard insists. "But they don't see it. And the only other person who did, she's gone now. But I'm still here Vanya," Leonard rubs her hands of blood, "They never have seen it, Vanya. And they never will."

She looks down at the water, having slowly turned pink, she sniffles, accepting the hard truth, the lie masked within his words.

"Say it."

She shakes her head. "I can't..."

Leonard stops, looks at her, hard. "Say it for me."

She takes a slow breath, a word she had once craved now seemingly cursed in her eyes. "I'm special."

"Say it again." He instructs, a grin spreading across his face as Vanya only sunk deeper into herself.

"I've watched everything my siblings can do, ruin their lives!"

"I'm special..."

Leonard chuckles. "Now that wasn't so hard."

●

The car comes to a screeching halt in front of the Umbrella Academy, everyone immediately piling out of the vehicle, carrying Allison's body out and Luther holds you tight in his arms. But, he hasn't moved from his spot in the car.

It's been an hour since you had gone silent, stopped breathing. Five stayed in the car, behind the wheel, gripping the leather wheel tightly and he still hasn't let go, he didn't dare look back at the back seat to see your body laying there. Luther hadn't been able to let go of you, burying his face in your neck as he cried in agony as you had passed on.

Allison had passed out after you had gone quiet, unable to deal with the reality, everyone else was in shock, thinking maybe they could make it home or to a hospital in time. But, they were too late.

Klaus and Diego left with Allison to carry her inside, hopefully Pogo and Mom would be able to make quick work to help her.

Luther is inconsolable as he finally goes inside the academy after an hour, carrying you inside and setting you down as Mom confirms you had passed on, giving a mournful kiss to your forehead as she runs a hand over your hair. She closes the infirmary doors after she had given Allison her blood transfusion from Diego. Cleaning you up from blood, she changes your clothes before letting everyone say their goodbyes as she opens the doors.

Allison wakes up later on, sitting up, hoarse breathing in as she cups the sore pain in her throat, she winced at the bandage on her neck. She hums but grimaced at the pinch that traveled up her neck, she looks around before noticing someone else in the room, two people actually. One on a gurney like her and the other sitting beside the other woman, her eyes widen as she recognizes your (h/c) hair.

Luther is at your side, holding your hand close to his face as he leans against your side, the man clearly having never left your side. Allison gasps softly in the quiet room, breathing heavily as she realizes you're gone, Luther looks up, his eyes were so dull, defeated and filled with grief.

He slowly straightens up from his spot before walking over to the woman, Allison cries as she can't take her eyes off of your body, she can't believe that you're actually... She sobs inaudibly, her chest clenching in agony, Luther comes over taking his sister into an embrace that she gladly responds to.

"No..." she gasps out, "No!"

Luther only holds her tighter, masking his own tears as the two sit in silence of their grief.

●

Klaus bursts into his room, stumbling to his bed, throwing the pillows off of it before pulling out the drawers underneath his bed frame. His eyes clouded over as he sniffles harshly, a shaky breath leaving him as he looks around for those little red and white pills he knows are hidden somewhere.

"What're you doing?" Klaus doesn't have to turn around to know Ben is speaking to him, his ghost brother, who steps into the room behind him. Ben's voice is dampened with sadness, having witnessed his sister bleed out on the way home and watched her spirit cross over. He didn't wish death on anybody, nobody is ready for it, he couldn't believe you had gone so soon as well.

"What does it look like?" Klaus stammered, he hiccups before wiping a stray tear from his face. "I'm looking for drugs!"

"Don't do it."

"I'm done listening to you!" Klaus spins around on him. "Just go away! Go away, please."

"I like the sober you," Ben admits as Klaus returns to lookin for the drugs he had apparently hid from himself. He rips through the fabric of a stuffed animal desperately while Ben frowns.

"Yeah well, sobriety's overrated." Klaus pulls out a few bagged pills from the fluff.

"Look where it's gotten you, though!" Ben points out, Klaus having met up with Sir Reginald earlier, albeit not a very informative meeting but he did it.

Klaus looks at Ben, upset. "Well, where has it gotten me? Where has it gotten me!?" He demands, "Nowhere!" He throws his hands up in exasperation. "I can't talk to the person I love. People...still don't take me seriously! The only one who did..." he paused before looking away from his brother, his hands shaking as he thought of his sister. "I can't even see (y/n)...I couldn't even say goodbye, nothing!" Klaus puts his hands to his face. "I wanna be numb again."

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for the meme, yuck and also dancing dragons????

Hey Bots 💖!!!! Thank you for asking about these!! :D 

yuck

oh dear. well, this one’s called “yuck” because that’s the feeling I had while planning it skdjskdj. it’s a 9.5k outline (with snippets and an added spreadsheet) for my “what if JB had met before the handchop in court and there wasn’t a war AU”, which is also my “Rhaegar lives but Jaime still kills Aerys AU.” It began as a sort of exercise in curiosity because I was interested in the question of “would JB pay attention to each other if they did not meet in the excrutiatng circumstances they met”, and how that would come about. It spiraled into me creating a whole AU to make it work skdskdj. It includes many self-indulgent things like JB meeting first at a ball for Jon’s birthday (he’s legit, but Lyanna’s still dead), JB working together to defeat a boar while in a hunting party, Brienne looking for the royal kennels and finding out Jaime is already there and is friends with the dogs, Brienne’s dad getting injured and Jaime stepping up to help, wet shirts, etc etc. The idea was for them to first butt heads as usual but slowly warming up to the other. I left it when it threatened to eat me alive a la Audrey II. It’s also one of the first times I was trying to write JB so I’d likely change many things now, but I’m still fond of some of the moments there.

Dancing Dragons

(thank you for asking about this one because this is another I really want to pull off!!!!! 💖💖💖)

This one started because I was thinking about the “feeding maidens to the dragon” trope, and how maybe that is a rule people have misunderstood for generations because humans have short lifespans while dragons could potentially live for millenia, so our scales (heh) for measuring time and our memories about events would be very different.

So in this story there’s a village that has been living since forever at the bottom of a mountain, and suddenly one day the mountain starts to tremble, and they hear roars coming from the mountain, and they realize there’s a dragon there. it had been so long since anyone had seen a dragon they thought it was all stories, so they turn to their annals, where their ancient wisdom is preserved. and it says the only thing worse than a dragon is a roaring dragon, because it heralds the coming of more dragons, and the only way to qualm them is to give them food. so it’s either everyone piching in (which they can’t, because winter is about to come) or feeding the dragon... people. But it has to be a maiden, and even then it might not work. so they select maidens, and they pull straws to decide who gets to be thrown into the hole. I wanted the story to focus on Hay, who is around 16 or so and she gets selected. the whole village is about to fight at the last minute because not everyone is okay with this idea, but others are scared their own daughters will get chosen. so Hay decides enough is enough, and that she will walk up the mountain herself, and figure out what the hell is happening if no one else is.

it turns out when she gets there, the dragon is nesting. she is moving rocks around and digging because she is preparing for a possible egg (like a turtle, she was also born in that mountain, and returns periodically to it), and she’s been roaring because dragons are very scarce, and she needs to try and find a mate, which is more diffcult with each passing century. Hay hears the dragon’s stories about the other maidens she had seen arrive to the hole. Her favorite story, though, is about how dragons court each other. It’s all about dancing. They swing and soar together in the air, not unlike macaws who mirror each other when they fly, and when the dragons finally connect, it is the most beautiful dance anyone could witness. Sadly, the dragon has never been able to actually see or participate in one, because she hasn’t been able to find another dragon in a long, long time. In the end I wanted the story to be about loneliness and the nature of stories themselves, and finding friendship and companionship in life, especially when a partner may never come.

There’s a bit after the read more in case you’re interested!

Come ask me stuff about my WIPs if you want!

Step by step she attempted the descent. She held with hands and toes to rocks and ledges. As she went along, the darkness receded, and once she thought she’d never see the end, her heart pounded faster in her neck as she distinguished the creature.

The dragon was so massive Hay couldn't make out its real shape until she got to the bottom. The sleek, long body twisted around and onto itself, like a curled up snake. The scales glittered, even in the poor lighting, and the wings held tight to the body. It was dark red, and when it didn't move it looked like the rocks surrounding it. 

Hay watched from behind one of those rocks, agape. 

From time to time, spasms jittered the dragon’s body, and the growls became stronger and harsher. It would soon scream again. Hay wondered if it would deafen her or kill her instantly. She realized she was hoping, instead of wondering, and felt sorry for herself an instant before the sound came.

The walls grumbled.  Rocks and dirt fell from where the dragon growled, and then again as it pushed the debris to the side. Hay caught a glimpse of the face at last. Yellow eyes, long snout, vapor coming from the nostrils, and the bared teeth. The creature attacked the wall with renewed force, and it growled and scratched until another piece of rock fell to the ground. The dragon stopped, heaving through its warm body. Hay could feel the heat even from her hideout.

“Ha!” the dragon let go, twirling its mouth in a smile. Hay blinked rapidly. “Take that!”

Its voice was strong and powerful, full of smugness and satisfaction. 

“Bloody stupid thing,” it murmured, pushing the rock to one side and making room among the dirt. 

The dragon was carving.

“What the fuck,” Hay heard herself say. 

The dragon’s face shot up from its work, twisted in a snarl. A batch of steam rose from its open jaws. 

Hay covered her mouth with a hand, but the dragon was already advancing. The horrible, reptilian irises of its eyes widening and slinting as it searched among the dirt and residue.

Hay sank behind the rock, crouching with her face to the wall and willing herself to disappear into the ground. Rage shot through her then. She had come here to die and save her village, had she not? Yes, one part of her brain said. But how would the dragon know what she had come to die for?

She wasn’t able to dispute with herself this point as a puff of air resounded over her head. There was a sharp breath intake, and then another, and then another. Hay’s knees and hands were shaking nonstop, as the dragon followed the smell. The movement stopped, and Hay glanced up slowly.

The dragon’s eye was fixed on her, peeking from over the rock. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t get the sound through her chest.

“A human?” the dragon whispered. “What the--I’ll be--”

The dragon pushed the rock aside with its snout. Hay quickly turned around to face it, but found herself pushing her back against the rock wall.

“Hu-man,” the dragon said, speaking slowly and deliberately. “Can-you-un-derst-and-me?”

Hay didn’t reply, awestruck.

“Damn,” the dragon continued, looking up at the edge. “How long did I sleep? Did you forget how to talk, hu-man?”

Hay kept gaping like a fish.

“Of course you wouldn’t know if you did,” the dragon shook its head. “What will I ever do with you.”

The dragon’s intonation was hard to follow, as the long snout moved in funny ways as it made an effort to form sounds. But they were human sounds.

Hay saw as the dragon tried to shift all its weight again to examine the cavity it had been making, and she stepped forward before she could think more about what she was about to do.

“Please have mercy!” she blurted. The dragon stopped, looking over the place its wings began. “Please have mercy of my town!”

The dragon furrowed its brow--or at least that’s what it looked like in the long, scaled face. 

“Your town?”

“I’m a maiden!” Hay continued, throwing herself on her knees and extending her hands. “I’m not married, and I’ve never been with-with child.” She wasn’t sure why she was mentioning this, but the elders had thought it was important. “Please take me, but don’t take my people!”

She closed her eyes, bracing herself for death. She hoped it was quick, and as painless as possible. Maybe the neck would snap immediately, and she wouldn’t have to feel the heat inside the dragon’s belly. 

Minutes passed in silence. She peeked an eye open. The dragon simply watched her, a combination of pity and awkwardness in the pitfire of its stare.

Hay coughed. “You’re not--you’re not going to eat me?” 

The dragon blinked. Its eyelids were transparent and parted sideways, like a cat’s.

“No?”

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How about an angst/fluff Henry Cavill x reader: she experiences her first epileptic seizure after a nasty fall in the kitchen. Henry and Kal gets home after a jog, and instantly Kal reacts strongly, rushing to the kitchen. Henrys smile fades, seeing his love lying on the floor... After a short hospital stay, she gets to return home to her evercaring "boys"

Hi there, thanks so much for the interesting prompt! I have to admit that I don’t know much about epilepsy, even though my uncle suffers from it. I researched some information online to get a better idea of the symptoms, causes etc (I never realised how many types of seizures people can experience). I hope this is what you had in mind xx

Trigger warnings: epileptic seizures, mild swearing

“Kal, come on boy,” Henry called after the Akita as he jogged up the stairs to your shared London apartment. You had moved in only several weeks ago, and Henry could not describe it as anything but bliss. Even though you two had only met a year ago, he was convinced that you were different from his previous girlfriends and could not wait to ask you to move in with you on your first anniversary. Everything seemed to fall into place for Henry, and he could not be happier. He was leading the perfect life with his perfect girlfriend in their new shared home; what more could a man want? 

“Come on bear, up you come!” 

When Henry turned around, he noticed something was off about Kal. The Akita’s ears lay flat against the back of his head as he sniffed the air probingly and produced a stream of incessant whines. Henry frowned in confusion before quickly making his way halfway down the stairs and crouching before the dog. He gently rubbed the top of Kal’s head, softly hushing him. 

���Hey boy, what’s up? What’s the matter, bear?” Henry enquired rhetorically, checking for any injuries on the whining dog. Kal suddenly let out a sound that was half bark half wail before rushing up the stairs and scratching at the door frantically. Henry felt his heart race in his chest at the thought that Kal may be sensing danger inside the apartment. Henry fumbled for the keys and unlocked the front door somewhat clumsily. His hands were shaking as he rushed inside the apartment, calling your name in the hopes that you would answer. Kal hurried into the kitchen and Henry wasted no time following him. The scene that greeted him caused his heart to drop in his chest. 

You were on the floor, eyes wide open but unfocused, a puddle of blood gathering at the crown of your head as your stiff body jerked sporadically. Kal was pressed against your legs and licked your hand in between whines. Henry ran to your side, dropping to his knees and cupping your face in his large hands. Panic took a hold of him when he realised that you had probably slipped and hit your head against the cold kitchen tiles. 

“Y/N? Y/N, sweetheart, can you hear me?” 

Your eyes came to rest on him but remained unresponsive. Henry had never dealt with anything like this before and was at loss for what to do. With trembling hands, he reached for the landline which you conveniently kept on the kitchen table and dialled the emergency services. 

“Emergency services, how can I help?” 

“It’s my girlfriend, she’s... she fell, she’s bleeding and twitching, she’s not responding I don’t know what’s wrong with her please help,” Henry rambled, unable to take his eyes away from you as your muscles spasmed uncontrollably. He felt helpless, useless as he sat next to you, unable to help or make you feel better. 

“Alright sir, I’ll need you to take a deep breath and calm down. If you give me your address, I’ll send an ambulance over and in the meantime I’ll tell you how to keep your girlfriend safe.”

Henry quickly rattled your address at the operator and he let the thought that help was on the way comfort him. The smell of blood invaded his nostrils and made him feel nauseous, but he knew he had to stay strong for you. 

“Thank you sir, an ambulance will be with you shortly. You said your girlfriend is bleeding?”

“Yes, she hit her head on the kitchen floor. I just came back from my run, so I didn’t see it happen, but I assume she fell,” Henry explained, trying to keep his voice steady but finding it increasingly difficult to do so as your eyes fluttered shut. “Please help, she closed her eyes I don’t know what to do.”

“Her eyes were open until now?”

“Yes, but they were unfocused... oh God Y/n, stay with me sweetheart. Don’t close your eyes, please,” Henry begged you.

“Sir, I need you to stay calm. Help will be with you shortly. Until then I want you to keep your girlfriend in a safe and quiet place, don’t move her unless you absolutely must.”

Henry listened closely to the operator’s instructions, trying to keep a clear head as he went to grab a blanket to cover your twitching body with to keep you warm until the paramedics arrived. He tried to get Kal away from you, but nothing could convince the loyal Akita to leave your side. Not before long, the paramedics arrived and transported you to the nearest hospital. 

OoO

You woke up with the worst headache of your life.

Your eyes took several minutes to adjust to the bright light in the room, and it took your brain another short while to realise that you had not woken up in your room next to your boyfriend Henry. You instinctively reached for your phone to check the time, but your actions were quickly stopped by a large warm hand cupping the side of your face.

“Hey, hey take it easy my darling, don’t move too fast.”

“Henry?” you enquired, your confusion growing by the minute, “What’s happening? Where are we?”

“Hush sweetheart, you’re in the hospital. I came back from my run and found you in the kitchen. You fell and the doctors think that the blow to your head caused your seizure. You’re slightly concussed, so you need to rest for now alright?”

You tried to replay your apparently very eventful morning, but your migraine made this endeavour more difficult than it should have been. Your eyes finally adjusted to the light and came to rest on Henry, who smiled softly at you with teary eyes.

“I was so worried about you, Y/N. I had no idea what to do. Kal would not leave your side, he barely allowed the paramedics to get close. I had to pull him away so they could work in peace. Don’t think I’ve ever seen the bear so protective of anyone, not even me.”

You could not help the small giggle that pushed past your lips at the thought of Kal protecting you from the dangerous paramedics. 

“How long have I been out?” you asked.

“A couple of hours. I haven’t left your side, I was too worried I would  miss something. The doctors said you’ll be fine, but they want to keep you for a while to make sure you’re good to go.”

“I feel alright, apart from a sore head,” you argued, but Henry shot you a stern look that left no room for discussions. 

“I’d rather the doctors keep you in here for a little longer to make sure you’re alright. You scared the shit out of me, Y/N.”

“I’m fine, baby,” you told him weakly.

“You are now, but what if I decided to go on a longer run? What if I was away shooting somewhere? You hit your head, you were bleeding ... Y/N, you could have ended up in a much, much worse state had I not got back when I did. I... I can’t lose you.”

The raw emotion in Henry’s voice moved you deeply, and you almost did not want to look at him for fear of seeing him cry. Henry was always strong and unshakable, and the fact that he had been so scared for your life made you realise that you had probably been very lucky to come out of this with only a headache. 

“I... I’m sorry, Henry. I never meant to scare you,” you apologised in a small voice, but Henry’s lips on your forehead made your heart burst with fondness and love for the man.

“Hey, it’s not your fault. I’ll take care of you when you come back home, okay? We’ll take it easy. What’s important is that you get better.”

You managed a tired smile before you went back to sleep, confident that Henry would be there when you woke up.

OoO

“Look Henry, it’s been three weeks since my seizure, I’m fine. I’m sure I can survive getting milk from the shop around the corner,” you argued, feeling frustrated with your overbearing boyfriend. 

“You stay here, have a nice bath, and I’ll get the bits and bobs we need from the shop sweetheart, don’t worry about that,” Henry countered, stubbornly sticking to the notion that you were too weak to do anything by yourself. 

“No, you don’t understand. I want to go to the shops by myself. Look, I’ll take Kal with me if it makes you feel better.”

“Last time I checked, Kal is unable to dial 999,” Henry said, still unsure whether to give into your demands. “Sweetheart, I’m leaving in two weeks for work.... at least let me take care of you and fuss over you until then?”

You were about to argue when you met Henry’s wide pleading eyes which could rival Kal’s puppy eyes any day of the week. You sighed in resignation as you handed the flat keys over to Henry, who eagerly snatched them out of your hands. 

“How can I say no to those eyes?” 

“Exactly! Now go have a bath, chop chop! I’ll get you some treats when I’m out, and we can have a quiet movie night tonight,” Henry promised. 

“I’ll definitely hold you to that!”

I hope this is what you had in mind, Angst and a fluffy ending :D My favourite <3 I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

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Promises - Chapter One

Blurb:  Promises, rules and a love so deep it transcends time and distance.  The problem is that Izzy and Bucky are ignorant to each other’s feelings.  What lengths will they go to to protect the one thing the both cherish above all else - their friendship?  Through tumultuous times, misunderstandings, fuck buddy dramas, other relationships, criminal activity, and a whole bunch of emotional hurt… This is their story.

A/N:  Bucky x OFC, fuck buddy AU.  There are no Avengers, no powers, just a pair of childhood friends pining for each other but destroying what they have as they go.  This WIP is going to be looooong.

Warnings:  Gratuitous smut, so much smut, did I mention smut?  Mutual pining, emotional hurt, NGL I cried writing some of the next few chapters. Bad language as standard.  18+ only… I can’t stress that enough.

PROMISES MASTERLIST  |  MAIN MASTERLIST  |  MOBILE MASTERLIST

Can’t Get Enough

Izzy lay sweating. Her heart pounded and her throat was dry, rasping breaths slowly calming as she came down from her third and final orgasm of their session.  She felt more relaxed than she had in six weeks, which was the last time she’d seen him, her close friend and fuck buddy, James Buchannan Barnes.

Bucky stood by the window of his bedroom in all his naked glory, perfectly rounded ass cheeks and cute lower-back dimples sheened in sweat as he leaned on the frame with his cigarette.  He never smoked next to her, and usually stepped fully out onto the lounge balcony but mere moments post-coitus and still very much bathed in afterglow he’d lifted the window and let in the most amazingly cool breeze.  He hadn’t even pulled the condom off before he lit his smoke.

Rule number four was firmly in effect; no displays of affection, kissing, cuddling, holding hands etc.  Bucky had no sooner finished when he rolled off her, letting her legs fall to the mattress, and scooped his smokes and lighter off the night stand.  He was trying to cut down but with the speed at which he reached for the comforting cancer sticks she could tell there was something on his mind.

“You got something you need to talk about after?”  Izzy said, swinging her shaky legs over the side of his bed.

“I’m good, doll.”  He sounded distant, not bothering to look her way.

“Cool.”  She nodded, a little sceptical but unwilling to challenge. “Do you want the first shower?”

“You go ahead.”

It was part of their arrangement that if one of them needed to talk about personal things or friend things they didn’t mix it up with the sex.  Izzy called it ‘platonic mode’ and Bucky called it ‘conversations from the friend zone’.  Izzy smiled at his panache for the dramatic.  She ran the water and hopped into his shower/tub combo.

Bucky’s shower was crap. The water pressure was weak and it felt like it took her forever to wash the soap off.  She didn’t usually wash her hair at his place but she’d sweated up a storm frantically hunting her last release today and she needed it.  His shampoo would have to do as she didn’t keep toiletries here, it was too personal and also a tell-tale sign to any visiting friends or potential partners that a member of the opposite sex regularly used the facilities.  Rule seven – keep it secret.

The handle on the door clicked, making Izzy still herself, waiting with bated breath.  Listening, she heard the soft padding of bare feet as Bucky entered the bathroom.  It wasn’t unusual for him to come in to take a leak while she showered, or to wash up but it was unusual for him to join her.

He slid the shower curtain back slowly, letting his gaze slide up over her soap-slicked body to her face.  He offered a cheeky and slightly apologetic smile as he glanced down to his cock, which was fully hard again, standing proud.

Izzy followed his eyes, as was his intention, sighing when she saw him.  Bucky had a pretty cock, long enough that she couldn’t get it all down her throat and wide enough that the tips of her fingers only just met when she grasped him.  He was a little veiny too, velveteen skin smooth over his rigid and slightly knobbled shaft.  His head was pronounced with a deep ridge below and was a deep dusky pink just like his lips.

“Get in here, Barnes.” She said with a laugh.  It wasn’t a good idea to allow herself to think that she’d missed him, but she had.  He was one of her closest friends after all, how could she not miss him.  But that wasn’t what she meant and she knew it.

Bucky climbed in, crowding her against the cold wall where he dropped the blue foil packet of the skinless condom he favoured, onto the shower rack.

“Can’t get enough?” She teased him when his face was awkwardly close to hers.  They both knew the rules, no kissing, but there had been times when he’d looked at her like he really wanted to and that did something wonderful deep down in her tummy. This was one of those times.

“Apparently not.”  He smirked, sliding his hand up from its resting place on her hip to bury his fingers into her wet hair.

His mouth was on her neck in seconds as he ignored the water splashing directly in his face.  He licked and sucked gently at the erogenous zone beneath her ear, sending a fluttering of arousal through her body. Grazing his teeth down her neck he nipped at the skin in the bowl of her clavicle before cupping her breast and delving down to bring her nipple to his lips, and sucking it inside.

“Jesus, you know how much I like it when you do that.”  Izzy moaned, still carefully choosing her words.  They both avoided the minefield of the other ‘L’ word; if it was never used when they fucked then it could never be misunderstood.

“I do.”

He grinned against her skin, nipple poised between his teeth as he applied more pressure.  When he repeatedly flicked the end of his tongue over the pinched nub she swore vilely, legs weakening dangerously fast.

“And I enjoy how easily it turns you into a soaking mess of gorgeousness.”  Bucky slid his free hand from his securing hold on her hip, down between her thighs to stroke his fingers across her labia.  

Izzy knew she was already wet.  Bucky had that effect on her, as soon as his lips were on her skin she practically melted.

“Fucking hell, Bella!” He exclaimed with a groan.

She didn’t know why it surprised him every single time, but it did.  He was a fine one to talk with his ridiculous refractory period of… what was that?  Seven minutes?  Eight minutes?

Pushing a long finger inside, he watched her face as her eyes fluttered shut.  Hooking his finger into the soft front wall of her vagina he pulled and rubbed until her hips bucked against him.  The second finger opened her eyes and she watched him watching her, a rapt look of adulation on his face that made her want to cry.  He was beautiful, rich deep blue-grey eyes that were blown out in a lust-filled gaze, sharp cheekbones, chiselled jaw which was clean shaven, sumptuous lips with a perfect cupid’s bow.  Bucky had that James Dean hair style down pat but right now it was an adorably wet mess.

She leaned in, eyes moving between his and his perfect mouth.  Jesus, she wanted to kiss him but… rules.

As if sensing it coming he lent his forehead against hers, stopping the motion immediately.  He rubbed his thumb over her clit to distract her and bring her back to the pleasure she felt growing from where his fingers were buried between her legs.

Izzy looked down, tracing the tense muscles that ran from his shoulder, all the way down to his wrist and further down to where his hand was working her into a frenzy.

“James!”  She gasped as he sped up, pumping her ruthlessly until she clenched down hard and spasmed through a particularly intense but short-lived orgasm.  It was enough to make her gush and she couldn’t stop it.  “Ahh damn!”

Izzy tried to pull away, embarrassed but Bucky held her against him tightly, keeping her on her feet as her knees gave out momentarily.

“There it is.”  Bucky smoothed his cheek against hers.  “You won’t ever let me do that in the bed.” He offered an devilish chuckle.

“You know that’s pee right?”

“Sure.”  He said, circling both nipples with his thumbs once she could stand again.  “It’s still hot though.”

When Izzy reached down to take hold of his cock, he lifted her hand away, resting it on his chest.  His black and grey tattoo of World War Two soldiers silhouetted against a cloudy sky with a field of bright red poppies in the foreground lay under her fingers.

“No fair.”  She pouted.

“It’s plenty fair.” He pinned her with a look that said he was going to get what he wanted regardless of begging and tantrums.  “You called me for sex so it’s only fair that I do my job.”

“Oh…  Ahhh!”  She gasped when he pinched both nipples and rolled them between thumb and finger. “I’d say… you did… your job… pretty well…. earlier.”  She moaned, speaking in broken sentences as he tugged the pleasure out of her with each pinching assault.

“Get the rubber.”  He groaned, moaning in tandem with her as if the mere sound of her pleasure was enough to bring him off.

She took an extra few seconds with the condom, taking the opportunity to slide her thumb around his tip and over his straining frenulum.  He pulled his hips back and gave her a chastising look.  He directed her and she turned as required, leaning back against him and feeling him incredibly hard resting right between her cheeks.  

She wasn’t sure when the desperate need to have him inside her again took hold but she found herself reaching behind and trying to guide him into her, tilting her hips to give him access.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” Pet names were something they were supposed to steer clear of.  Just like when they fucked she would call him James instead of Bucky and he would call her Bella instead of Izzy, it lent an air of detachment.

She braced herself, legs slightly spread and both hands against the wall.  The thrill of anticipation was growing, she knew he was going to fuck her sore and she didn’t care.  Water splashed in her face as she waited for his touch but it seemed as if he was just watching her.  With a subtle shake of her hips she drew a sigh from him.

“Stop staring and fuck me.”

“Don’t worry darlin’, I won’t disappoint you.  I was just checking out all the things I’m not allowed to look at normally.”  He slapped and squeezed her butt before sliding his hands up over her hips and ribs to cup her breasts and squeeze.  “Your tits are amazing by the way.”

“James.”  She sighed as he pulled her to him, hands massaging her breasts while he ground himself against her ass.

She pushed back against him, letting him know she was getting impatient.  The tightly coiled spring of pleasure that he’d wound up in her was starting to loosen and she really didn’t want to lose such a glorious feeling.

His hand between her legs made her clench.  His fingers only skimmed between her lips briefly to help him guide himself inside, then she felt the slightly cool smoothness of his rubber sheathe cock seeking entrance.  Once he was pushing against her opening both hands went to her hips and he pushed himself slowly inside her with a sigh.

The condom snagged against her as he pushed in but it wasn’t bad.  Rubber always created more drag than skin and dried everything out faster too. Lucky for her that she was always a little on the wetter side.

Seeming to sense that her thoughts weren’t quite with him, he shoved himself against her, hard. Burying himself deep enough to knock her cervix slightly which made her gasp and clench around him tighter.

“Jesus, fuck, Bella.” He moaned in her ear like a supplication for strength.

His lips grazed her jaw as he picked up the pace, pulling her back against him harder as he fucked her. The satisfying slap of wet skin coming together almost drowned out her gasps and pleas for more.  Open mouthed kisses against her cheek and neck as he breathed ragged and uneven, desperately seeking to be deeper, fill her more, feel her completely lose it as she came.

She was close, every muscle clenched as she followed him where he led her.  The blinding hot tension just kept building and building until she couldn’t take it anymore.  She grabbed his hand and shoved it down to where they were joined.

Bucky knew what she needed and he happily obliged, pinching her clit just above the sensitive bud, and using the hood he stroked his pinching fingers down and back up.  It only took the one stroke for her to come undone and she cried out louder than either of them expected.

The wave of her orgasm coursed through her body like a tingling cascade of heat and intensity before settling as a pulsing and spasming pleasure around his cock.

He fucked her through it, grinning as he bit down gently on her shoulder.  He slowed but didn’t stop.

The water was getting cold and she reached to turn it off.

“Leave it.”  He rumbled, low, trailing his lips along her jaw again, dangerously close to her lips.  “Goosebumps are a great look on you.”

He pinched her nipples playfully.  They were cold, hard and aching to the point of discomfort but she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands, needing more warmth from him, and more friction.

“You want me to carry on?” He asked, knowing she’d say yes. Rule number five – both of them had to get off.

Izzy nodded, pushing back against him as he lazily ground into her.  She lifted one foot onto the side of the tub, opening herself up to him and he obliged by angling himself deeper, pushing the tip of his cock right over her g-spot.

“Fuck!”  She twitched.

He did it again, and again, and again.

“Oh god, James!”

“Yeah, you want more of that, huh?”

Izzy nodded, her eyes rolling as she arched her back and leant her head back against his shoulder. Bucky felt glorious and soon she was coming for the third time in the shower but the sixth time that day.  He held her against him for a moment, caressing her as she shook and spasmed, coming down from the latest high.

Bucky always felt great to her. The way every part of him seemed to fit against every part of her. No lover she’d ever been with had satisfied her the way he did.  Of course she had feelings for him, how could she not, despite their rule that stated otherwise.  She made that damn rule.  It was just unfortunate that he didn’t feel the same, so she quashed the feelings and just got on with it, living in the moment each time they were together.

“You really need to come soon or you’re going to kill me.”  She laughed, breathy and light.

“If that’s what you want.” He murmured against her ear, reaching to shut off the now freezing cold water.  “Turn around.”

When Izzy saw his face, her stomach twisted.  His eyes were so dark, roving over her whole body, from the angry blush on her face to her reddened and painfully erect nipples, and her quivering thighs.  He looked almost proud of himself.  He knew he’d wrecked her and he was unrepentant.

“Last one, I promise.” He leant in with a grin, to whisper into the wet hair plastered over her ear.

The way Bucky cradled her was so tender, one arm around her waist while the other hooked behind her knee, lifting her leg to give him better access.  He slid in without guidance, causing her eyes to flutter shut for the umpteenth time.  Their joint sighs felt like home to her and she let herself be swept away in the slow grind of his hips.

Izzy clung to him, shuddering gasps exhaled into the crook of his neck as he oh-so-slowly broke her down until she was nothing but a weak and shaking mess in his arms.

“Hey,” he crooned, voice soft.  “Look at me.”

It was more a request than an instruction, and she did, her eyes finding his.  Her heart dropped in her chest, a shuddering half-sob escaping her throat.  He looked beautiful, face a mixture of concentration and rapture.

“Stay with me.”  He moaned lightly, eyes flickering as he almost lost control.  “I need you here with me.”

“I’m here.”  She sighed as her stomach fluttered and she throbbed around him in a particularly intense pre-orgasm spasm.

He rested his forehead against hers, eyes locked, jaw slack as he thrust slow and deep.  Each stroke pushed her closer and before long she was clinging to him on the precipice of oblivion.  Her delicate moans had become throaty and his had deepened to match. The rhythm of his thrusts slightly off as he watched her come undone.  Her eyes began to close.

“Please Bella, I need you with me.”  His hoarse plea sent a shot straight down to where he was buried deep.  “I need to see you.”

“Oh goddddd!”  She tipped over the edge so smoothly she wasn’t sure exactly what was happening.  The orgasm rolled through her as a warm wave of constant intensity, spreading with each contraction of her walls and each of his meticulously slow thrusts.

He grunted, a moan catching in his throat before he let out the breath he’d been holding.  Half laughing in disbelief, his eyes never left her face as he drew her through her pleasure with his own.  

The twitching of his cock faded but he continued to grind into her all the while she spasmed around him. He dropped her leg when she relaxed and slid his hand up to her face, pressing his lips to her forehead he held her there, both of them shaking.  The warmth that spread through her was more than just after glow.  It had been so personal, so romantic.  The way he’d made her feel, the way he’d locked their eyes together, keeping her with him all the way through.

Suddenly she was angry.

“What the hell was that?!” She snapped, pushing him away and slipping in the tub.

He caught her, of course, frantic eyes searching her face for a clue as to why she was so pissed. His mouth tried to form the word ‘what?’ but his throat wouldn’t let the sound come out.

“What the fuck, Bucky!” She scrambled out of the tub, snatching her arm from his hand as soon as she’d cleared the porcelain.

How dare he!  Was he trying to toy with her feelings?  Getting so personal, so close.  He’d never done that before, it was always just sex, no making love.  So what was that then?

Fuck!

Izzy dressed quickly, her skin still damp and her legs weak.  She shook all over as she stumbled into her jeans, her wet hair soaking the shoulders of her top.  It was already sticking to her skin anyway so what did a little more water matter.

Bucky emerged hurriedly with a towel around his waist.  His face was flushed and he wore a pained expression.

“Bella, please.”  He begged but when she shot him a furious look he reverted to her preferred name.  “Izzy?  Talk to me.”

Izzy’s glare would have wilted roses.

“What did I do?”  He looked lost, and there was a small piece of her that felt guilty for reacting so strongly but he had to know he’d broke a rule, a fucking big one!

“Rule eight, Buck.” She exasperated.  “Rule fucking eight.”

Of all the rules that they had set, rule eight was one of the big ones, no making love and no sleepovers. It was there to make sure that rule three never happened; don’t catch feelings.

Fuck!

Izzy had always had a bit of a problem with her feelings about Bucky, she’d liked him since they were kids living next door to one another, but she’d managed to keep them under wraps because he’d always only been her friend.  Now, the feelings burned like the blush on her cheeks and she’d have to bury herself in work to forget about him for a while.

Fuckfuckfuck!

He knew.  He fucking knew what he’d done, too.  As soon as she’d said it his face fell.  He reached out to her but she slapped his hand away.  Lost for anything to say he simply swallowed and nodded, a glum expression settled on his normally light visage.  It was a face that said he knew he might not see her for a while, until she calmed down.

Izzy left Bucky’s apartment, her frown firmly in place until she reached the elevator where the tears came, filling her eyes enough for her to feel like she was drowning but never spilling over.  After six weeks of litigation on a case that had seen her traveling all over the world, she’d come home to Brooklyn and sought Bucky out.  She’d missed him and the tension in her had been like steel until he’d closed the door of his apartment and she saw the sexy smirk he wore.

Mother-fuck!

This was her long weekend before going back to work and picking up her regular case load, she’d wanted to blow off some steam and enjoy herself, now she’d be cancelling all her plans that involved seeing Bucky, crying-off citing excuses of work and tiredness. All because he couldn’t resist teasing her with her own feelings.

He’d never been that cruel, and he definitely had to know she’d always liked him, everyone else did for fuck sake.  She knew she couldn’t have him though, he’d never so much as waivered when it came to romance with her, even after they became friends with benefits.  It was like he was impervious.  So why rub it in her face now?

Fuckity-fuckfuckfuck!

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Shisha Lounge Daydreams

Florian Munteanu x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, Mentions of unprotected sex, m/f penetration, fingering, oral (m/f), choking, rough sex, smoking (Shisha), tiny bit of angst

Prompt: smutty little one shot. Reader sees Florian at one of his favorite Shisha Lounges in Munich while solo traveling and not so pure thoughts cross their mind.

Inspiration: “It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream” F. Scott Fitzgerald The Beautiful and The Damned.

You had been in Munich for the past two weeks, enjoying the last leg of your first solo traveling experience. Berlin and Frankfurt had been checked off the list as well as some amazing spur of the moment places off the beaten path you wouldn’t have found if you hadn’t gone by yourself.

Everybody back home had told you that it was dangerous, that it wasn’t a good idea, that other “stronger” women could travel alone, just not you. It didn’t help that friends and family started sending you articles about how dangerous the places you were planning on visiting were or the crime rate, etc. that they could think of for you to not go. You had thanked them all kindly for caring about you, but it only made you even more determined to want to go.

You had been invited to try out a local Shisha Lounge called Bo12 by some of your fellow hostel mates and had enjoyed the experience so much that you’d gone several times as a way to decompress after a long day of sightseeing. You had never heard of Shisha Lounges but realized that they were something that you had enjoyed. Seeing as today was your last day in Germany, you had invited some of the others from the dorm to join you in the late afternoon.

Joining you was Rosario from Spain, Fern and Simon from Australia, Philip and his mate Max from England and Margaux from France. Drinks were flowing, conversation light and laughing so hard your entire body was shaking from one another’s travel stories and mishaps.

You had been so engrossed with your group that you hadn’t seen the man whom you had dubbed the BFG (Big Friendly Giant) arrive with a few of the men you’d seen before and a few new ones. You’d given him the nickname a) because of the sheer size of him, his large frame towering over you and almost everyone he came into contact with, b) he just seemed to be one of the nicest and friendliest guys in the room, always laughing and joking with everyone he came into contact with and c) the book had been one of your favorites growing up. You had seen him here before and it looked like he frequented this lounge many times, but you could never bring yourself to talk to him. Who were you kidding, he was gorgeous and you were just, well, you. That didn't stop your mind from wandering unfortunately. He looked better than he did the last time you saw him, did he do it to torture the human population?

Taking a sip from your drink, you twist your head in the BFG’s direction and silently take him in. He was dressed casually, light jeans with a few cutouts, a white tee under a black leather jacket, his chain swapped out for a cross. The outfit was simple, his presence anything but. At least his shirt wasn’t the one that read “I must break you” like the first time your eyes landed on him. Yeah, you can break my back you had laughed absentmindedly then, the thought coming into your mind more and more as you had seen him.

You could hear him speaking to a waitress and order his drink, his deep voice washing over your body even from across the room, your eyes continuing to wander over his body. He turned slightly, most likely feeling your eyes on him. Embarrassed, you dart your eyes back to your group, hoping he didn’t catch your staring.

After a few minutes and a few more sips of liquid courage, you make sure he isn’t looking your way when you turn in his direction again. You take in his figure, his broad shoulders, and the muscles in his arms that make his leather jacket look tight, larger than life hands with thick fingers, his hair short with a fade and a nicely trimmed beard. He takes a long drag of his Shisha and exhales, the smoke casting a sensuous fog around him. He takes a bite of fruit from the assortment in front of him when some of the juice lingers. He licks the bit of it off of his bottom lip, slowly so he can savor every last bit of it. He’d use his finger to help with what’s left.

You imagine the way you’d reach for his short hair while his large hands are gripped around your thighs, pinning you to the bed as his tongue laps at your folds, smirking as he’s telling you how much he wants you to cum on his tongue. He’d treat you like you were a fine delicacy that only he could have, he’d be greedy and needy as you’d beg him to finally let you come, your voice hoarse from screaming. He’d be so commanding, adding one, then two of his long thick fingers as he curls them inside you to find your G spot until your back arches and you cum, again and again as you try to stifle your moans until you’re a boneless mess on the bed, aftershocks coursing through your body. To think what his tongue could do to your body that the rest of his hadn’t even done yet. What’s left of your arousal on his mouth would be treated like the fruit, savored and indulged because you were what he craved.

What?!? No, you can’t think like this. Not here, not with him in the same building. Your daydreaming causes you to look around to see if anyone can see where your mind had just wandered. Thankfully no one does, or if they did they give you the modesty of not calling you out.

You glance down at his hands, and the way his fingers curl around his glass. You imagine what it’d be like, those hands ghosting over your naked back, bringing you closer to his naked chest, your breasts a contrast to his hard masculine body.

You feel your face flush and your entire body begins to feel too hot. Why did he have to make you feel this way? Why couldn’t he just be like anybody else and leave you with no indifference towards him and let you go on with your life? No, that’d be too easy. You try and try countless times to return your attention to an interesting story involving an eyepatch, Uno Cards and why somebody couldn’t eat cotton candy (Fairy Floss) anymore, but how could you concentrate when he looks the way he does? You can do this, you can ignore him. That’s what you’re going to do.

Another erotic imagine flashes through your mind, this one of the two of you tangled together in bed, his arms bulging as he’s thrusting into you, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, with his tongue licking the droplets of sweat that’s started to collect on your skin. The way you’d run your nails up and down them, touching and committing every part of them to memory, caressing them as he grips the sheets on either side of your head, knuckles white from grasping them so tightly, your cunt feels like Nirvana and he wants to make it his haven. He tells you that he you’re his, that your body belonged to him and only him. You bite his shoulder, marking his skin in blissful possession.

His thrusting gets more erratic as the signs from your body he’s come to know so well begin to surface as you mewl and whimper, grabbing his ass and urging him to take your body harder and faster, his cock becoming even harder and thicker inside you, the delicious bite of pleasure and pain coexisting as he brings your body to it’s limits. He grips the headboard as an anchor, it smacking against the wall without falting, the other wrapped around your neck, isolating his hips to pound into you, his mouth glued to your ear as his grunts echo his movements. You’re going to get complaints from neighbors and envious stares from others.

Your pussy spasms around his dick, tears forming in your ears from the overwhelming pleasure he’s bringing your body, him swiveling his hips to prolong your orgasm. He mutters that he’s close and you hurriedly push him to his back, wrapping as much of your mouth around his girth as you can, tasting yourself and him. You hollow out your mouth and apply the tight pressure he craves, locking eyes with him as you bob your head up and down, feeling him in the back of your throat. He warns you that he’s about to cum and it spurs you on faster, using your hands and mouth to make him cum, his abdomen jerking from his own orgasm as thick ropes of his semen cover his lower stomach. You’re quick to lick it off of him as one hand is thrown over his eyes and one lazily playing with your hair as he tells you how much he loves when you lick him clean.

Your breathing begins to quicken. You need to leave, you need…you need…hell, you need him in any way, shape or form that you can get. If that meant a daydream version, so be it. But you couldn’t, not right now, not with him invading your thoughts the way he was. You needed some distance, and some privacy before your thoughts began to roam again.

You excuse yourself from the group and make your way to the toilets. After freshening up you take a look in the mirror and notice your reflection in it. Staring back at you is a woman with flushed cheeks, a small indentation on your lips from where you had bitten them to stop yourself from moaning aloud from any number of your earlier erotic thoughts. You can feel a slight dampness between your legs, evidence of your aroused state. You quickly grab a few paper towels, wet them and try to bring your body temperature down if at all possible. You bring the dampened towel to the back of your neck, hoping it helps.

Time away from the object of your fantasies only pushes them closer to the front of your mind.

He picks you up as if you barely weigh anything and places you on the bathroom countertop, strong hands running up the back of your thighs and under your dress as he hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down excruciating slow, nipping and biting your neck as he settles between them, his engorged erection pressing against your pussy with just enough pressure.

He tells you all the ways that you belong to him, your body was his to love and cherish, one hand slipping into you as he toyed with your clit. He would stroke you. Barely. Lazily. Just enough to keep you uncomfortably aroused and on edge. He promises endless ways he’s going to take you, and you in return. You joke that your bed wasn’t made for a marathon, but he grabs your face with the other hand and lifts it so your eyes look into his, eyes dilated from how much he wants you. With a roughened voice from lust, he explains to you that although yes a marathon, the bed is always optional, as is the wall, the shower, your ass bent over the sofa, his childhood bedroom (with a sly smirk of course), you on your knees and a mouth full of his cock, you bouncing on his dick as he demands you take him inch by inch, each location promised with a drag and pull of his hand. He pulls out of you just as slowly as he entered and brings his fingers to your mouth, the unspoken demand not needed as you taste yourself on his fingers. He helps you down off the counter and stuff your panties into his pocket as he leads you out of the bathroom.

You quickly run cool water over your face and return to the group, a fleeting glance in his direction as you settle back in. As the night comes to an end, you and the group pack up and head towards the exit, intoxicated on laughter and alcohol as you wait outside for your ride to head back to the hostel. You’re in a deep conversation when a large body bumps into you.

Please don’t be who I think it is, please don’t be who you think it is you repeat again and again as you look up.

“Es tut mir leid, ich habe dich nicht gesehen” he says apologetically. (I’m sorry, I didn’t see you).

You nod, and although you don’t understand German you get the just of what he said and turn back towards your companions and him to his.

Having him so close doesn’t make things easier. Seeing him from afar was one thing, but now actually being so close was torture. The smell of his cologne lingered in the spring air, invading your senses.

He says something else in German and his deep voice causes goosebumps to travel up your spine, you shaking a little from the intensity and his nearness, your body wound up so tightly from your sexual frustration with no relief in sight. It looked like yet another night of masturbatory fantasies were in store for you. Your breathing comes in shallow breaths as you do everything in your willpower not to turn your back and look at him for the last time.

What you didn’t expect was to see him off to the side, leaning against a wall, toothpick in hand and bringing it to his mouth and his eyes glued to yours. The next thing you know, he’s walking straight towards you.

“Tut mir leid, dass ich dich früher getroffen habe. Kann ich dir vielleicht ein Getränk als Entschuldigung kaufen?” He says in German. (Sorry about bumping into you earlier. Can I possibly buy you a drink as an apology?)

You look to him and then to one of your other friends, praying that somebody could hopefully help in translating what he said. When he notices that you don’t respond and have a confused look on your face, he chuckles and asks again, this time in English.

You’d only ever heard him speak German, but nothing could prepare you for how deep his voice was when speaking English, and although his form somewhat intimidating, his voice was soft and gentle. His accent only adding to his sex appeal and instantly skyrocketing into oblivion.

The things you’d want him to say to you as you’re having sex, the dirty talk, the whispered sweet nothings between English and German that you’d cherish countless times. You imagine him on his back as you’re both topless, you wearing nothing but your favorite pair of fishnet tights, running your hands down his chest. The way your name would sound coming off his lips when his head is tilted towards the ceiling as you’d suck him dry, or as he'd grip you hair tightly as he pounded into you from behind, the mixture of your moans as you come together from lazy morning lovemaking and even lazier cuddling.

You tell him that although it wasn’t necessary, tonight was your last night in the city and wouldn’t be able to accept the drink. You see him sigh in disappointment and mentally kick yourself for having to turn him down.

Outside, the sun is setting and reflects his green eyes that you didn’t know he had. You’d never want to look away from them when he’s on top of you, his body weight delicious reminder of why your body is so sore for days to follow, or you on top of him, his eyes piercing yours. His green eyes would say everything in those moments when words weren’t needed. Love, lust, admiration, joy, want, need, everything and so much more. The only time that breaking eye contact would be necessary would be in moments of pure carnal bliss.

“You have gorgeous eyes” You half whisper, half say to yourself, him, you don’t know.

“Thanks. I’m Florian, by the way” He laughs, “But all my friends call me ‘Big Nasty’” he finishes, getting out a pair of sunglasses to cover them as you blush from your accidental slip. He introduces you to two of the men you’ve noticed accompany him before, Masias and Sandro.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You reply, shaking his hand and those of his friends. “But my friends just call me Y/N” you reply, earning a chuckle from the now dubbed “The Big Nasty BFG”. You and the guys get into a conversation on how you had enjoyed Munich and the various Shisha lounges that you had tried in your tour of Germany. You find out that besides speaking fluent German and English, Florian also speaks Romanian and your earlier fantasy of him switching languages reappears.

All too soon your Uber arrives and wish the men a goodnight. As the car pulls away, you smile to yourself. As much as you wanted to accept the drink from Florian, the daydreams of an almost lover would be all you had of him.

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You can always read my other Florian writing by reading Early Morning Surprises Pt 1 and Pt 2.

As always, leave a comment or something. I do have some other things I want to write about for Florian since I have the writing bug. I for sure have something with fluff that I got inspired to write after finding a new artist, so cheers to that coming soon!