#well as always thank you for your nun tips

[callisteios]

Orthodox also have nuns and monks, but my knowledge ends at the strictly male-only monastic community at Mount Athos

Ok well not to be rude to the Orthodox Church but I was mostly right. Plus I think I would have a hard enough time joining Catholic nuns as a non catholic, don’t you have to be Greek or Russian or Serbian to join an Orthodox Church?

Please tell me more about what the men are doing on Mount Athos though

#i am none of those things #and if we’re being honest I’m a massive fan of Catholicism #i love the whole polytheism of it all #wait is there also an Ethiopian orthodox group or am o crazy #there definitely was at some point in early Christianity #well as always thank you for your nun tips #exceptionally helpful #if not also very confusing #ask #anon

[taylormarieee]

~Girl, you don't know what you do to me~

Request: I have a TWD request. Rosita gives the reader a dress she found while out on a run and the reader wears it for rick and he fucks her in it. Maybe a bit of degrading if you're into that

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Degrading kink, Smut, PiV sex, Unprotected sex, Sex with plot, Sub/Dom Dynamic, that's it! Enjoy!

Rosita was a good friend of yours. Like the best. She always gave you tips on how to tease and impress a fellow member of the group that you were interested in.

Today was just like any other day. A group was going out on a run and Rosita happened to be in that group. You quickly ran down the street to go ask her about it.

"Where are y'all goin?" You ask, your cute southern accent coming out.

"On a run. Might go to a shop, market, or store. We'll probably be back in an hour or so because we don't have a lot of sunlight left." She responds.

"Oh ok, well if you do go to a shop, can you see if you can find me a cute sundress? A couple of girls 'ere are having a house party and I Don't have any more dresses left." You ask, squinting at the sunlight.

"Yea, sor sure. I got you girl!" She says patting your shoulder. You smile and smack her ass on the way out causing you both to laugh.

You walk down the street and notice a tall, dark, handsome brunette standing on the porch of your shared house.

You smile and wave at Rick, and he smirks and waves you over. You walk up the steps and meet him on the porch.

"Hey, sweetheart. Whatcha doin' hmm?" He asks in his deep southern accent that you always find attractive.

"Nun much! I just finished talkin' to Ro before she went on a run." You answer, with a small smile on your face.

He hums in approval and you nervously start playing with your gun holster on your thigh.

"So... What are you up to, officer!?" You ask with a chuckle. In return, you earn a laugh from the man in front of you.

"Oh sweetheart, ya always make me laugh. I was just looking around, just put Jude to sleep." He says.

"Ohhhh! Can I see her? Pretty please?!" You ask, holding your hands together and begging.

He chuckles and motions his head to the door. You squeal and run straight to the door and into Judith's room. You open the door and quietly make your way inside. You see her cute, tiny little body sleeping in the crib.

"Awww she's so cute!" You whisper.

"Just like you," Rick says. A little taken back you turn around to see Rick standing in the doorway staring at you with a big goofy smile plastered on his handsome face.

"Hmm. I'm not cute! Far from It actually." You say turning around to hold her hand.

"Well, I think you are cute, so you're cute." He says walking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist.

You hum and melt. into his warm, loving touch. Oh, did I forget to mention? You're already dating? Thanks to Rosita? Oh well now you know.

You hold his arms and you both sway back and forth. You were about to turn and kiss him but were briefly interrupted by Michonne.

"Uh, Rick? OH... Sorry, am I interrupting something?" She asks.

You laugh a little, "No, no Michonne, Your not! Please take him, he's won't let me go!" You say laughing.

Michonne chuckles a bit and Rick bites your neck, signaling that he'll get you back later.

You laugh and kiss his hand as he walks away with Michonne to do his important duties.

About 20 minutes later, your in your room reading a book when Rosita comes knocking on your door.

"Come in!" You yell out.

"Look what I got!" She says holding up two sun dresses, your guessing one is for her and the other for you.

You jump up squealing as you go to hug her yelling out 'Thank you's'.

One is this really pretty yellow one with roses on it and the other is a really pretty green with sunflowers on it.

"I already called dibs on the green one so the yellow one is all yours!" She says with a smirk on her face.

"Thank you so much Ro! I love you!" You say grabbing the dress and hugging her one more time.

You both try them on and look in the mirror. "We look so hot!" She says.

You laugh at her comment and twirl.

You both walk out and grab the attention from almost every guy in Alexandria.

"I've gotta go. I have garden work I need to do!" You say walking towards the tool shed. "Oh ok, thats fine, I've got a class to teach anyway." She shouts from across the street.

You hold up a peace sign and she holds up a heart sign and you both part ways.

As you walk towards the tool shed you feel a pair of eyes on you but you don't bother to see who it is. Probably another boy or guy in Alexandria staring at you.

When you walk in and close the door behind you, you look for the supplies needed for gardening. You find the gloves and put them on the table.

Just as you are about to grab the hedge shears, the door opens and closes, locking behind whoever came in.

"I'll be out soon, just grabbing the last of my to-" You turn around to see a very angry Rick.

"Oh hi hunny! Are you ok? What happened?"You asked innocently.

You were messing. with him. You knew exactly why he was mad and why. he was in here. It's because of the dress. your wearing. Its showing off a little too much skin for his liking.

"You know why sweetheart." He says walking closer to you. His hands itching at his sides to reach out and grab you.

"I-I really don't Ricky." You say trying to hide your smirk. God what an actor you were. Acting like you didn't know what you were doing to him.

"Girl, you don't know what you do to me." He says lowly, his eyes darker than before.

He grabs you by you hips and kisses you. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back passionately.

Rick flips you over and lifts up your drees.

"Bend over for me sweetheart. Wanna see that pretty little ass of yours mama." He says rubbing you ass through the dress.

You moan out and bend over for him. He groans as he pressed his erection on your ass, slowly grinding on you.

You hear the clink of his belt buckle and his pants hitting the floor. You feel his cock rubbing through your folds.

"Fuck princess, you feel so good. Can't wait to fuck you in this pretty little dress. Give you my babies." He whispers lustfully in you ear.

He shoves his cock inside you filling you up. You clench hard around his length. He doesn't even give you time to adjust before he's already slamming into you.

"Fuck mama, you keep squeezing me like that and I might not last!" He groans shoving his length further inside you with every deep thrust.

"ohhhh fuckk! Rick, please cum inside me! I want to carry y-your babies please!" You moan out. Drunk off his cock.

"Yea? You fucking slut. Look at you in this dress walking around, flaunting and showing off like a little whore." He says.

You clench around him at his dirty words and moan. His hips begin to get sloppier and his breathing starts to get heavier.

"C-Cum with me please! Please Rick, please!" You cry out feeling your orgasm approach.

"Ah- hah- Fuck! Ok sweetheart!" He breathes out.

Soon you both are drawing out moans and whining as you both cum. You both ride out your highs feeling euphoric and dizzy.

"You should wear this dress more often... especially if it's gonna end up with your legs shaking and my cum dripping down your thighs." He says with a smirk on his face.

Taglist: @rickswh0r3 @sinsandsweetness @murdadixon @daryldixmedown@darylscvmdumpster@darylspersonalwhore @carlsdarling @carlgrimesenthusiast @catt-leya @loveforcarl

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #the walking dead #rick grimes smut #rick grimes fanfiction

[multifandomqueen2002]

Bay!Leonardo x Fem!Reader

I just really love you.

Warnings: none? Alot of fluff? Word "ass" is used once

Tags: Confession.

The soft glow of paper lanterns on the side table cast gentle shadows across the room, painting a tranquil scene in Leo's peaceful study. You both sat on the comfy cushion chairs surrounded by shelves filled with a variety of novels and poetry anthology as the fragrant aroma of your green tea and incense filled the air. The novels you were reading together seemed to come alive in this serene setting, the words on the pages weaving tales of love and devotion.

As the night went on, he would occasionally look up from his book, his piercing eyes locking onto you, filled with admiration. He was so grateful to have you and little does he know, you needed him too. You looked his direction after feeling like you were being watched and with a smile confirmed he was staring at you. Quickly, blushing and looking away, you smiled and looked back to your book. "What?" You asked with a slight giggle.

"Nothing" he smiles showing some teeth. Finally, Leo couldn't contain his emotions any longer. He gently closed his book and set it aside, turning to face you. His voice was as soft as the rustling leaves in a quiet forest. Rubbing his hands together and taking a deep breath, he spills.

"You know I love you right?" he began, his voice laced with a vulnerability that made your heart skip a beat. You turn to face him and you look up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

With a giggle, unable to contain the joy bubbling inside you, you replied "I love you too Lee"

"No Y/N, I mean, I love you. So much"

Your smile fades, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly agape as you realize what he means. In all honesty, you felt like you were dreaming.

"I've cherished every moment we've spent together. Every smile, every laugh, every word you've ever said. You're the most extraordinary person I've ever met, and I can't keep my mouth shut any longer."

You just wanted to grab and kiss him like any romance movie, you weren't sure if he was ready yet.

"I love you more" you say, seriously, tears welling up in your eyes. "I always have" you finish. Your breath caught as you awaited what he would say next.

He looked suprised and relaxed. You stood up and spread your arms out, offering a hug. Leo jumped up and wrapped his arms around your waist. Picking you up by the waist and holding you so close, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him so tight.

A radiant smile graced both your lips. Finally you both pulled back, arms still in place. As you both gaze in eachothers eyes, no words were able to form.

"Leo," you whispered, trying to say anything, but you were so caught in the moment, all you wanted to do was kiss him. He felt it too. In one swift moment, he pulls you in closer and broke the space between your and his lips. The kiss was on fire, with all that pent up love and emotion. You both had let it all out.

In that moment, in Leo's study, life around us froze. The kiss was gentle, sweet, so full of admiration and need. You couldnt get enough. Thanks to your lack of oxygen, you two pulled apart for air. Leo couldn't wrap his head around how he ended up with you. This gorgeous, smart, heart stopping woman. Inside and out.

Gazing into eachothers eyes like it was the first time, reading eachother like a book. Until..

"I KNEW IT" Mikey yelled as stares you two dead in the eyes. His eyes wide and mouth agape.

"GUYS GUESS WHAT" he spins around and runs to the living room. You giggle.

"Oh boy" Leo sighed, looking in the direction Mikey ran. "It was so worth it though" he stated looking down at you. Smiling, you gave him one last heartwarming kiss before leading him to the living room to kick his ass at Mario Kart.

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Sorry if it was bad. Honestly any tips to write better will be so appreciated. Its the first time writing in a long time.❤🥰

I barely see any stories for my Bay!Boys anymore. Almost nun😭😭 I miss them you know😭❤😭❤

#leo 2016 x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt leonardo #bayverse tmnt #bayversetmnt #tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt2016 #tmnt raphael

[always-andromeda]

La Belle Fluer Sauvage - afab reader first time with Edward Nashton? *puppy dog eyes*

this man will be the death of me i swear </3

Author’s Note | lmao, thank you for this one, anon. we're ending the milestone posts off with a bang (literally).

Warnings | smut (MDNI), unprotected sex, Eddie is a little bit nervy, a bit of his religious trauma is present, and this man is a little bit insecure over his body, nothing else I can think of!

There's about a million different ways that he sees this going. None of them end well. What if he doesn't get hard enough? What if he finishes too early? What if he doesn't make you come? Every worry piles up in his head as you kiss him slowly.

He should be enjoying this. Or is him not enjoying it a good sign? The nuns and priests of his youth had always warned against the sins of lust. Back at the orphanage, he'd never had enough privacy to try anything. And even now, as a grown man, he still feels the sting of eyes on him as he only just begins to savor the taste of your lips. Sooner or later, he always does. They seem to be molded just for him. And the idea of that scares him; how he could so quickly lose control of himself and get lost. 

You feel him start to writhe beneath you and you pull away, immediately searching his eyes. You catch the indecision swimming in the murky depths behind his foggy lenses. Edward blinks a few times, clearing it away in seconds.

Thumb brushing over his bottom lip, you ask with a giggle, "Are you okay, Eddie? The lights are on but I don't think anyone's home."

He's so used to simply disappearing into the background. But with your soft gaze trained on him, he can never conceal anything. 

He chews on the inside of his cheek, "I-I've never done this before."

"Oh..." you trail off and Eddie curses himself for his need for transparency. It only complicates things unnecessarily. You continue quickly as soon as he visibly winces, "That's completely fine! In fact, I don't have much experience either!"

"Still better than no experience at all," Eddie grumbles.

"Hey," you coo, grabbing his chin gently so you can gaze into his foggy eyes. "No experience and some experience are on the same level of validity. Everyone has to start somewhere, right? What kind of awful person would I be for making you feel awful for being a virgin? And you don't think I'm awful, do you?"

Eddie shakes his head hesitantly.

"Exactly!" you exclaim, pressing a kiss onto the tip of his nose. "Besides...I don't think you being a virgin is any fault of your own."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," you take a deep breath. "I mean that you are so handsome that I can't imagine anyone deciding to pass you up."

"Handsome?" he mumbles against your lips.

"Yeah, I think that everyone else had to have been dumb or something."

Dumb. For some reason, he likes the sound of that. Sure, he may have been a little standoffish before meeting you...but he likes the validation of his internal monologue. That maybe there wasn't something entirely wrong with him. Because you were looking at him with big, pleading eyes, trusting him to give you something that you could easily get somewhere else. Yet, you chose him. And that is as close to sacred as he thinks his being may ever get.

It turns him mad within moments; makes his lips press against yours with a newfound confidence that he didn't know he'd had inside of him.

"But you're not dumb," he mutters under his breath between frantic kisses, "You're not dumb."

He's met with you breathlessly giggling at him and pushing him back from you. "Let's slow it down a little. I want you to really enjoy all of this. I want your first time to be special, Eddie."

Every word leaving your lips has him hooked onto you badly. He's flopping around at the end of your line, practically at your mercy as you dismount from his lap and lay on your back on his bed. And that's another thing that still has him reeling. It's his bed that you're in. You lay upon sheets that he's so used to being tangled in alone; sheets that have soaked up your scent and your warmth.

You open your legs and motion for him to come to you. Keeping his eyes on yours, he does as he's told and kneels motionless before you. All you give him is a roll of your eyes as you laugh, "Come here, you dork. Just like when we cuddle, okay?"

Edward takes a deep breath. See, it's like cuddling. You can do this. He knows exactly what this act entails. He's seen enough porn and read enough articles to know about positions and so-called techniques. He'd never had the real life experience to actually get a grasp on how they worked.

But he knew the basics. He had one element and you had another and hopefully...they would...just...mesh together. Simple.

Suddenly the idea overwhelmed him again. He couldn't even begin to fathom what the inside of you would feel like. That was something he imagined would be far too good to feel. Planting his forearms on either side of your body, he makes sure he's not crushing you underneath him.

"Do you wanna undress me? Just to see what I look like?"

Eddie utters a small sure, trying not to seem too eager, lest you think less of him. This is normal. People get undressed all the time. You just happen to be in the same room as her...and you happen to be doing the work...yeah...normal. His hands go to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up only a little bit before he's transfixed by your soft belly. As the shirt rises up your body and he sees more expanses of bare skin, Edward realizes just how unfamiliar this territory is to him. How he'd kept so much of himself hidden away out of pure shame. Yet here you were in front of him, baring it all.

But when he spots the underside of your breasts, he's gone; he's pulling that shirt fully over your head and dropping it beside his bed, hoping that if he keeps your clothes centralized to one place, you'll be able to leave quickly if you need to. He always embarrasses himself...he wouldn't put it past himself to put you in a situation where you'd need the convenient getaway.

In the moment, once your chest is exposed, he simply stares while chewing on the inside of his cheek. Then you make that light, airy giggle, "You know you can touch me, right?"

"Oh, uh, right. Sorry," Edward quickly mutters before reaching a hand forward and simply cupping one of your breasts.

You gasp, "Don't be sorry, Eddie. Just keep exploring, please?"

And that little pleading syllable rejuvenates his boldness. Before you know it, he's burying his face between your breasts and kissing your chest. He pays no special attention to one particular part but still seems precise in where his lips land on your upper body.

By the time he attaches himself to your pulse on your neck, you feel as though he's giving you life with his immense urgency and conviction. But put simply, Edward needs to leave at least one mark of his own on you before the end of this. He needed to see it in the morning and be reminded that he wasn't alone anymore.

"Do you think you want to start getting undressed too?" you suggest hesitantly, hoping that the request doesn't take him by too much surprise.

In fact, you're surprised when he pulls his own shirt off and balls it up before discarding it and getting to his khaki pants. He chuckles nervously when the zipper gets stuck briefly but manages to get them off with relative ease. The impulsive actions leave him feeling stripped down to his barest instincts. And that first instinct is shame. 

You grab his hands before he can go to cover his own chest, startling him until you bring his hands to your lips and lay a kiss over each of his knuckles.

"Please don't be afraid of me," you say shakily. "I'm not afraid of what you think about me. You don't have to worry about me judging you either. I just want to see you. All of you."

Edward nods and lets his arms go limp. Considering he'd never been with anyone, you can't imagine him having been this naked for anyone else. And for about the hundredth time since you'd met him, you make a vow to yourself that you'll protect him and make sure nothing ever hurts him again. Though you'd never be able to control the world and completely protect him, you'd do anything to ensure that he'd have that small smile forming on his lips there forever.

"You don't think I'm ugly or anything, do you? You can say it if–"

"Edward, you're beautiful. God, I–" you laugh softly, "I love everything about you."

And with every fiber of your being, you mean it. Your longing eyes drink up every inch of his body. From his plump thighs and the dirty blonde legs hairs scattered over them to the gentle curve of his soft stomach all the way up to his pink nipples, pebbled from being exposed to the open air, your Edward is angelic. And you express your elation as you pull him back down on top of you, humming happily when your chest squishes against his. Together, your bodies just make sense.

"Now, when you push in, I want you to go slow? And if you get overwhelmed, you pull out, promise?"

"I swear, I will." Edward answers softly.

"Good...I'm ready whenever you are."

"Okay...okay..." Edward's hand trembles when he pulls his cock out of his boxers and grasps the base, starting to guide it towards your entrance.

He pokes the head in and relishes how your cunt seems to swallow just that little bit of him whole in warmth. Edward only pauses momentarily to groan before continuing the plunge. You plead for him to go further, insisting that he fill you all the way.

He can't bury himself completely at this angle, but even just this is more than enough to him. Surrounded entirely by wet heat, his hips buck involuntarily just from needing to throw a little bit of friction into the mix, causing you to let out a low moan. The combination of sensations render him suddenly motionless and speechless as he tries not to get too overwhelmed. No matter how much he wants to give in to the way his hips threaten to buckle against the pressure, Edward paces himself.

Once he acclimates to the new climate, he allows himself the luxury of movement. He moves barely an inch in and out, yet just the sight of your cunt taking him and gripping him tightly has him rethinking his entire view of this ritual.

This transaction is so strangely intimate. He gives a little bit of himself and you give a little bit of yourself. And here, he can fully trust you to treat the bits of him that you have with care.

"Fuck, Eddie, I need you to move, please."

Once more, your words overflow his cup and he's gone. His thrusts follow no particular rhythm, he just tries to focus on his breathing and match the timing of the two. With each inhale, he's out and with each exhale, he's in again, drowning in the safety that the blanket of your walls create for him.

The peak begins to form in your abdomen, but you don't hang onto it. Judging by the way Eddie's hips stutter, you know that he won't last long enough to see your climax fully blossom and you'd accepted long ago that this night would be just for him. So you prioritize squeezing down on him, taking him hungrily as he moves sloppily.

"You're close, aren't you?"

Edward is his own symphony of groans and moans that he tries to suffocate. He manages to force out a long and desperate, mmhhmmmm.

"I want you to cum on my chest, okay? Can you do that for me?"

For me. Those words bounce around his skull, shattering him completely.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Eddie's soft voice gets progressively whinier before he sputters a few curses and frantically pulls himself out, gripping his nearly bursting cock and giving himself some quick pulls before he shoots his warm load over your body.

He closes his eyes for the release, not wanting to see his spend land on your skin. Part of him feels that type of deposit is such a waste. But that's no matter for him to worry about now. The most pressing thought on his mind is the fact that he'd finally lost his virginity. He couldn't remember how many times he'd felt like he couldn't do a single thing right.

But being able to figure this little bit of life out, he feels the rush of serotonin that he normally would get from figuring out a riddle or some other puzzle.

Though his first urge is to flop down in exhaustion, the second he opens his eyes and spots his cum glistening on your stomach, he grimaces. Then he leans over the side of his bed, picking up his wrinkled shirt from earlier and using it to carefully clear away the little pools of seed from your skin.

"Did you...did you cum too?" he wonders aloud as he wipes you down.

You just laugh like he's told the funniest joke in the world, but he struggles to grasp the punchline. You just pull him back to your chest and let him lay there, nuzzled into your sweaty side as you breath heavily and stroke his hair. 

He wraps his arms around your midsection and curls into you, practically claiming you as his new sun to orbit around. And as intense as his hold is...you can't help but be just as enamored as he is with you.

You reply softly, "Don't worry, we'll work on that bit later, Eddie." And already, the cogs in Edward's head begin to turn, figuring out ways to solve the latest puzzle before him.

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[roseluxxx]

Confess to the Father

Tamaki Keigo (Hawks) x Reader

You confess your sin of lust to Father Keigo who.. seems to be enjoying just a little too much.

A/N: None of this is ok irl. I love morally conflicting fics and loved this idea.

tw: catholicism, masterbation

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“You will be able to see Father Keigo momentarily; he is currently in a meeting.”

“Ah, yes of course.”

You had been on the edge of your seat to meet Father Keigo for about a month now. Since you heard the new rule: every 18 year old must have a private meeting with the Father to confess, you were on edge.

This “law” of the church was freshly made, and conveniently, as you turned 18 just a few days before it was passed.

“He’s ready for you.”

“Oh- yes, thank you.”

You followed the nun to the confession booth where the Father was readily awaiting you. Stepping in, you heard him clear his voice and, although you dismissed it entirely, a soft zip of a zipper.

“Ms. y/n! How are you, my love?”

“I’m well, thank you for asking Father Keigo.”

“Wonderful. As we know, you have recently turned 18?”

You flattened your skirt against yourself, nerves slowly consuming your thoughts. Speaking to the Father was an honor you’ve only had a handful of times.

“Yes, Father. Within the last dozen days or so.”

You heard a small grown from the other side of the wall, was he feeling sick?

“Right. As you grow into adulthood you should start fresh, yes? Why don’t you give a confession about yourself, y/n, anything at all plaguing your mind. I’m eagerly listening and so is the Lord.”

Since when was this a part of confession? You took a deep breath, you always trusted what the church said was best. As long as Father Keigo says so, then it must be true.

He is connected to the Lord after all, not me.

“Okay, sure. Uhm..”

You played with the simple ring you got for your birthday, a pink tint falling across your cheeks.

“Father Keigo.. as I have grown older, I've become more.. aware- of my body.”

Hearing a happy sigh from the Father, you must have been doing a good job confessing.

“I have experimented with..”

You spoke the next words in a whisper, barely wanting the wind to hear.

“..touching myself, Father.”

A loud groan escaped Father Keigo's mouth; is he dreadfully sick?

“Father? Are you feeling unwell? I can very well come back to finish this at another hour.”

That one sentence drove Keigo insane. You were such a good girl, so sweet, so compliant. If he told you he needed help with what he was doing now.. he has no doubt you would happily agree to help the Father with anything he asked.

In fact.. he might take himself up on that offer.

“Oh, yes, my dove. I have suddenly fallen ill, my deepest apologies for the timing. How about we reconvene after Sundays’ service?”

He let his hand stroke his cock faster and faster, gently rubbing the tip with the other. He was so close. He just needed you to speak once more and he-

“Oh but Father, I have just one more confession to make. My body- I think I’ve been followed by lust, Father.”

Shit. Holy fuck.. yes. Just like that.

He smiled, the cum dripping down his shaft and pooling at his balls, he fucking loved you.

“Of course. Let’s meet after service and I’ll help you fix that alright? God wants to help you, always, and so do I. Come to my office right after service, alright sweetheart?”

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A/N: Thank you for reading!

Feel free to comment if you have any questions or just wanna share what you liked/didn’t like.

Will there be a part 2?

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[bluberryfields]

"You could miracle it away."

Today I want to talk about the scenes with Aziraphale and Crowley at Tadfield Manor (the former convent). Yes, all the scenes. So yeah, this is going to be a lot. Buckle up. (Part 1 of whatever)

They arrive, and we see their personalities on display with Azi taking the “proper path” and Crowley just moving “as the crow flies” straight across the grass.

Then, as they approach the entrance archway, Azi suddenly stops and reaches out to Crowley by placing a hand on his arm.

So, a super good feeling of love washes over you and your instinct is to reflexively reach out and touch Crowley so that he would stop and hopefully also feel that feeling? Copy that.

A: *nearly gasping with every breath* “It feels loved.” C: *looking around and totally unaffected* “No, it’s definitely the place.” *pauses and turns to A* “What do you mean, ‘loved’?” A: *still breathing like he has a case of the vapors* “Well, I mean the opposite of when you say, ‘I don’t like this place. It feels spooky.’” C: *shaking his head like a baby being offered a spoon full of spinach mush* “I don’t ever say that. I like spooky. Big spooky fan, me. Let’s go talk to some nuns.”

Aziraphale is such a Southern damsel and Crowley is such a mall goth. I love them both.

They continue in and are soon shot by corporate drones amped up on adrenaline and interpersonal pettiness. As Azi frets about his coat, Crowley gets to utterly terrify the business dweeb who scolds him for not correctly playing dead.

C: *grinning and bobbing his head like a proud rooster* “Well that was fun.” A: *ignoring everything but his stained coat* “Well, yes, fun for you. Look at the state of this coat. I’ve kept this in tip-top condition for over 180 years now. I’ll never get this stain out.”

At this point, Crowley is walking a circle around Aziraphale to examine the damage (and just because serpents gonna serp). He stops once he’s all the way around while motioning his head towards the stain.

C: *pragmatically* ”You could miracle it away.” A: *considering it but not actually considering it because he’s clearly already decided to manipulate Crowley instead* “Hmm…Yes, but…well, I would always know the stain was there.”

Seriously, the pathetic ways his eyes dart around and down to emphasize how utterly sad this makes him, even going so far as to angle his body so that the stain is almost facing Crowley. I fucking see you, Aziraphale. You know what you’re doing, you little slut. Carry on.

Crowley then pouts in the cutest way possible as Aziraphale actively turns his body to make sure Crowley fully sees the damage the paintball has caused.

A: *trying to make eye contact with Crowley so that he gets the full impact of celestial cuteness* “Underneath, I mean.”

Crowley takes a step back to consider the situation and then leans in to oh-so-casually blow the stain away. And not just leaning his face down towards the stain, but with an extra cool twist of his body so that Azi can see the full experience of his face as he does this for him.

Crowley literally ‘rescued’ Aziraphale with his mouth. Like, this couldn’t be more sexual if it was Aziraphale’s dick in Crowley’s mouth.

And I realized that of all the other miracles we see in both S1 and S2, the action of performing them is done with the angel or demon’s hands. They pull power down from Heaven or up from Hell. There’s fun flourishes and dramatic snaps. But for this little miraculous moment, we barely see Crowley’s hands at all. The camera is framed for just Azi and Crowley’s shoulders up and we just see a finger being raised and lowered. So, did Crowley do a thing with his hands and decide to do the blowing notion for Azi’s benefit?

Finally, we see Azi’s reaction, which is all sparkling eyes and demure “Oh, thank you.” before walking on.

Get a fucking room, you two. Or not. Outside is fine. It’s natural. Beautiful, even. Wherever I can watch.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #david tennant #michael sheen #aziracrow #they are so married it's ridiculous #azirpahale is a master manipulator #look at these faces #these beautiful faces #that love each other so much #yes I should be working at my actual job #instead of writing up this stuff that others have done before

[comedi-anne]

I play DoL as a dress up sim (lol) so I always like seeing how people dress up their PCs so... What clothes does Penelope have? If it's okay to ask! 👉👈

Oh my gosh! <3 Of course it's okay to ask! Thank you for taking an interest in my PC! Also playing it as a dress up sim is VALID. Lowkey I do that as well.

I have two options I use for the school uniform. I either use the school shirt and the long school skirt or the school overalls. Once I can afford them, I always buy kitten heels and a headband to look cute. I've gone back and forth on what color I use for the uniform, but lately it's been purple!

For swimwear, I start off buying the school swimsuit in whatever color the uniform is, because I think the matching is cute. Then when I have enough money I buy the cuter swimsuit, normally in pink, and not for swim class, but when I go swimming for artifacts at the beach or the lake, I wear the wetsuit.

For jobs around town I'll have a special little outfit designed to help boost my stats. I wear the nun uniform when I work at the temple, because it helps boost my purity. I wear a waitress uniform when I work at the cafe, because it helps my tips, and I splurge for the Victorian maid outfit when I do housekeeping. Any maid outfit will boost your housekeeping stat, but the Victorian one is the prettiest so it's the one I like to wear. (It's also the most expensive one. ;_;)

These are my two night uniforms. I'm either dancing or doing "other stuff" at the club/brothel. It takes a while for my exhibition to be high enough to let me wear just the cat bra/panties, but once I can wear them I think it's a very cute outfit. Then on Saturday nights I'm always with Avery, because I love him and I NEED money. I like wearing the fancy gothic gown, and I never play as a cross-dresser, but I think the top hat really brings the outfit together. (I have no style.) So even though it's a male-coded clothing item, I always add it in to be cute.

On weekends I try to use that time to do the more tedious gameplay stuff. My athletics stat is always horribly low, because I hate having to go to the park to run. Whenever I do try to get it up, I put on the cheerleading uniform, because I think the sports clothes give a slight boost to athletics. I also make sure it matches whatever school colors I'm working with at the moment. I don't make it to the farm often, because it's just so far awaaayyyyy, but when I do I wanna be the cutest little farmhand ever! So I wear the cowboy hat and the cow chaps and the plaid and the work gloves and yadda yadda. I wish I could wear the cowboy boots but for gameplay purposes I always wear the work boots, because they're rugged. Rugged footwear helps me not slip and hurt myself when I go exploring the moors.

Finally I have my everyday and my sleepwear outfits! I normally just stick with the white sundress you get at the beginning of the game, but once I learn how to make flower crowns with Robin I ALWAYS wear a flower crown. It doesn't affect the actual gameplay, but when I'm selling at the stall wearing a flower crown of my flowers I think it helps sell the quality of my product. Also, it's the cutest accessory in the game. Then for sleep I always buy the cow onsie, because yes you guessed it, I think it's the cutest. All of my clothing sets are motivated by how cute I think something is. Haha. But it also gives a boost to how effective your sleep is which I constantly need especially on the night of the Blood Moon, because I'm going to be real with you. I know the Ivory Wraith is a rather popular NPC, but I think he's too much trouble. I just have Penelope stay awake the entire night and then skip school the next day to catch up on her sleep. No possession for me. :3c

I also used to make her wear glasses with every outfit, because I myself have glasses and she's mostly a self-insert, but she's also a teeny bit of a physical wishfullment self insert, so in my ideal world I don't have shit eyesight and neither does Penelope.

Anyway, I hope you like the little doodles, and thank you again so very much for letting me talk about my OCs! Much love and best wishes! UwU.

#dol pc #degrees of lewdity #penelope campbell #i'm realizing now i just could've taken screenshots of her wearing all those outfits #but i chose to doodle them instead #i'm... i have horrible time management wow #HAHA #i should work on my essayyyyyyyyyy T-T

[sweetbillwriting]

A Thousand Leaves

Part 3 - All Hallow's Eve

Characters: The character Henry is inspired by several of Bill Skarsgård's characters. The rest are my own original characters.

Setting: The story is set in the early 90s in a nameless town with several smaller villages surrounding it.

Warnings: 18+, religious themes, smut (sort of), alcohol, drunkeness.

Notes: Happy Halloween! 🎃

Irma stood in her parents Halloween decorated hallway dressed in a nun costume. It looked really modest by the first look but it had a high slit up to her hip and she could open it to show cleavage but she didn't do that in front of her parents. Her mother stood by the entrance door talking about the Halloween decor in the hallway. It was the only room that had it and it was for the kids that came to trick or treat. Glowing pumpkins hung from the ceiling together with spider webs and a ghost created with white textile that Irma made when she was little which hung by the stairway.

"I thought Laura lived in an apartment?" Her mother asked and pulled on the hem of her forest green jumper.

"She does, but it's on the ground floor so she has her own entrance door," Irma said and looked up at the stairs. She was excited to see Henry in his costume even if she knew what it was and how the costume looked like.

"Will there be a lot of people? I'm just worried about Henry."

"No, like 15, 20."

Irma heard a sound from the stairs and looked up. Henry walked slowly down in his black suit. It sat impeccably, like it had been sewn on him. He rubbed his palms together like he was excited for what would happen or that he had an evil plan. Irma bit her lip, watching the man that hade been so defensless become a mysterious sexual fantasy. As he descended she saw the white collar around his neck. A priest collar. While talking about the Halloween party Irma said he could be dressed as the thing that scared him most. Henry had said a priest without a doubt. Irma gave him a surprised look and asked why but at that he had just shrugged his shoulders. She had chosen to match him with a nun costume but she didn't look as sexy as Henry, far from it. His hair was well combed in a neat side part while his skin was as pale and polished like a porcelain doll. He did look scary but scary sexy and it matched the day.

Bea looked at Henry and helped him fix the collar.

"You're so handsome," she said and patted his cheek.

"Thank you, Bea," he answered with a small smile.

Irma took a hold of Henry's arm to make her mother release him from her grip.

"See you later!" She said and took Henry out of the house. On the pavement outside he looked at her and smiled with a hooded gaze.

"Your costume, is it really that modest?"

Irma laughed and moved the costume and put out a thigh high nylon covered leg from the slit.

Henry smiled bigger and moved closer so he could drag two fingers over the lace. Irma was always surprised that he became more and more comfortable with her, but invited it everytime. She thought it was his earlier self that started to be awakened.

"And this…" she said and opened the front so he could see most of her red bra.

"That's really… Sexy," he whispered and put his fingertip on her nose.

"But Henry… Why a priest?" She said low and looked up at him. So many clues pointed her to the church, where he had been found, the tip, Henry's fascination for the church and now he dressed up like a priest.

"It feels… like I have bad memories with them. Or one."

"You don't think you have been a priest then?"

He smiled a little.

"I don't think so, I don't like the clothes."

Irma laughed and took his hand while they walked the pumpkin lit streets to Laura's house.

Laura's entrance door was full of ghosts, pumpkins and spider webs, it was hard to even see the door. It was typical of Laura, always more is more. Irma opened the door without knocking and they were met by loud music, fog from a smoke machine and they could see a strobe light flashing in the living room. Irma laughed a little and dragged Henry into the hallway. It was fun that they all were still young in mind and could have these kinds of home parties. Henry looked around and took off his plaid jacket. At once he was that sexy dark man again. He looked like a character from a Hollywood horror movie. Irma said hello to some of her friends and smiled proudly when she saw them looking at Henry with liking interests.

"Do you want something to drink?" Irma asked Henry and took his arm so they could continue to walk into the apartment.

"Red wine, please," he said and looked at the people watching him. Irma said hello, hugged some of them. Henry said hello to the one that approached him otherwise he just watched the people. He didn't look uncomfortable, more interested and even smiled a little when he watched some girls dance sexily.

Irma poured Henry a glass of wine while she had a rum and coke. She watched him happily when she found him sitting in an armchair, smiling with a hooded gaze. It was obvious everyone was interested in him, attracted to him but he just sat on his throne, looking at their desperation. Irma was proud but she also felt a bit odd about the situation. Her friends were not easily impressed but Henry seemed to spellbound them all.

"Do you dance?" Irma asked close to his ear so he would hear.

"Not like they do," he said and nodded to the girls that were now more or less dancing sexy for him. Irma felt annoyance creep up on her and maybe another feeling but she shook it off.

"Show me." She smiled challengingly towards Henry and took his big hands in hers.

Henry stood up but looked at the guy next to him, with a cigarette between his fingers.

"Can I..?" He pointed at the cigarette. The guy looked at Henry with big eyes and swallowed hard.

"Of course." His hands shook when Henry took the cigarette from him. Henry took two deep drags. It was obvious he was a casual smoker and several of the girls looked at him when he bent back to let the smoke sip out from his pouty lips.

"That was good," he said with a raspy voice.

"Have we said hello?" Suddenly Laura pushed forward and pushed away Irma from Henry. She was dressed as a devil with glitter horns and a red corset. Henry looked at her approvingly up and down. Irma moved to stand next to them, watching them both with a hammering heart.

"I like your costume. Henry." He put out his hand and so did Laura.

"Laura." To both Irma and Laura's suprise Henry took her hand and kissed it.

"Or maybe, the devil? He teased her.

Irma didn't know how to react to his courtesy to Laura. Henry had grown a lot the last couple of weeks but where did this confidence come from?

The party continued and more and more people dared to approach Henry. Asking about his costume, his earlier life and his time locked in. Henry didn't say so much but suddenly he said one thing Irma reacted to even if she mostly was annoyed at people's ass kissing attitude toward Henry.

"Priests just want you to follow them and use the Lord's words for it. Then when they have you around their finger they will use you. Take away every blessing and leave you with a bad conscience even if you have given them fucking everything." He said with a low chin looking up with his eyes. The candles reflected in them and Laura's horns cast a shadow on his face. Irma just thought about the meaning behind his words while Laura thought about something else.

"God, you're so fucking sexy. Who the fuck are you Henry?" She dragged her hand over his thigh and he let her, just leaned back and welcomed it. Another girl that had been sitting on the floor moved closer to his leg and played with the shoelaces on his black leather shoes. Some of the men looked at the girls, just moving closer and closer to Henry and then at each other with annoyance and envy.

Irma stood up with anger hammering in her chest.

"Henry! Time to go home!” She pushed her way forward and took his hand. Henry smiled mischievously and let her drag him up from the armchair and out in the hallway.

"What the fuck was that??" Irma said angrily to Henry when they had walked a distance from Laura's house. She turned to Henry who now stood in the plaid jacket and looked much less threatening. Henry looked at the Halloween decorated houses and up at the moon.

"I don't know," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

Irma stood breathing heavily and took off the headdress and stuffed it in the pocket of her suede jacket.

"Henry, you were a completely different person in there."

He looked at her with big innocent eyes and once again shrugged his shoulders.

"I was just the person it felt like they wanted me to be."

Irma dragged her hands over her face and moved closer to him.

"Was that a problem?" He asked carefully and just as carefully moved her hands from her face.

She looked up at him and watched his lips while he licked them.

"I just thought… You and I…"

Henry smiled a little.

"If you want that."

She didn't really understand what that meant but she couldn't stop herself from kissing him. He kissed back hungrily and grasped her ass in an aggressive grip. Irma felt her heart beat full of desire but was also shocked by his passion. He continued to kiss her, his tongue seemed to seek more and more while his hands creeped under her dress. Irma felt how the dress had gone up completely but they stood on a quiet street so she didn't care that everyone could see her panties and thigh highs. Henry took a break from the kissing and played with her panties so they crept into her ass.

"You can't resist me," he whispered and looked at her with a deep stare.

"No…" said Irma and caressed his upper arms.

"Are you my little slut?"

"Yes…" she said with a moan and moved her hands down his chest and stomach.

"Eeey! Do that at home for fuck sake!" A man shouted from his porch.

Henry laughed which made Irma laugh too. He dragged her dress down and fixed his own clothes.

"I'm your slut…" Irma whispered with a smile.

"Yes you are," said Henry pleased and gave her a soft kiss.

×

If her mother hadn't sat up waiting for Henry, their night would have ended very differently. Irma was prepared to sleep with him. Do every filthy thing he wanted. She had thoughts of passionate sex, his mysterious eyes and his cock. Mostly his cock. Even when her mother showed her face in the hallway when they came in she thought about Henry's cock. She felt like she could abstain but she just looked at his crotch even when her mother spoke to them.

Bea looked at Henry who looked at her with big eyes and a little smile.

"I'm glad you didn't stay out all night. And that you haven't drank too much?" She helped Henry with his jacket and looked at her daughter who just stood with a low gaze. She rolled her eyes and thought that Irma had probably drunk too much, it wouldn't be the first time.

"Thank you," said Henry and took off the white collar and his suit jacket.

"How was it?" Bea said and took out some freshly washed sweatpants to Henry. He smiled a little and went to an arm chair and started to take off his clothes. He wasn't shy but didn't make a big thing out of it. Irma just watched him with big eyes, especially when his pants went down and she could see the big bulge in his boxers.

"Irma!" Hissed her mother. Irma looked at her annoyed. "Don't stare!" She furrowed her eyebrows at her mother and crossed her arms but she could see even her mother peaking while Henry stood in just his boxers. He had gained weight but it also looked like he had built some muscles and Irma knew both her and her mother liked the view. Henry put on the gray sweatpants but left his upper body bare.

"Are you going home?" Her mother asked. For a short moment Irma thought her mother wanted Henry for herself but then remembered her father was sleeping upstairs.

"Yeah…" She turned to Henry and stretched her arms out for a hug. He gave her an innocent hug but Irma let her hands glide over his bare back and sniffed his naked shoulder.

×

Irma cringed while thinking about what Henry had gotten her to say. She just thought back to how desperate she must have looked and how easy she might have seemed. It was obvious Henry had sides to him that had been suppressed but now came forward. He was charming, sexy but also a bit manipulative. Irma didn't know if she liked it or not. He was so cute when he was confused and innocent but damn, he was sexy with all that confidence. She had gotten phone calls from both Laura and a girl named Agnes, one of the girls that had been dancing for him, that they wanted to share contacts with Henry. Irma had dodged the question because she wasn't interested in sharing him. She wanted to be his only slut.

She was on her way to the library, not to borrow books and not to use the phone. The librarian had been right, that every answer was found there and it was the librarian who had the answer.

Irma had asked around at the office if someone had heard anything about Church of The Glorious Light but no one had but an assistant had offered to look through the archives. He had found an article about a church building that had been a victim of a storm and the owner was in the congregation of that church. She had looked through the article and had found a member. Lysette Levi. She looked at the picture of the woman with wild hair. It was obvious it was the librarian, known now as Luna Levi.

It was ironic that she found the answer so close and also in such an obvious place. She tried to tell herself there wasn't any definitive evidence that Luna would know something. The article was ten years old and she had moved from the village where the church was. Still Irma couldn't keep herself from believing there was a possibility of finally getting some answers about Henry.

"Oh, that's Henry," said Luna as she sat down in an armchair by the desk while looking at one of the photos Henry had taken with the photographer.

"He looks awful, he was such a pretty boy. What happened to him?"

Irma sat down on the armchair opposite Luna's.

"He is the boy found in that basement. Of the old church."

Luna looked shocked at Irma and shook her head.

"Who would do that?"

"I'm trying to find that out. But you were a member of the Church of The Glorious Light?"

Irma grabbed her notebook out from her bag.

"Yes, between 1978 to 1989. But it didn't become The Glorious Light until 1986. I left them both because I found New Age spiritualism but also because of how extreme they became. Everyone was a sinner."

Irma nodded interested and made notes in her book.

"And Henry..?"

"Henry, maybe he came in 1988? He was new in town, a church musician and so, so pretty. He became popular at once and gained more and more chances to become an important person even if he was so young. He had the responsibility to take care of the young and create activities for them."

"Did he influence the church?"

"Maybe after I moved..? I actually left that life behind completely. My husband and I moved and we don't have any children."

×

Luna remembered the day Henry Deaver came to their village very well. It wasn't something you could forget. It was a sunny All Hallow's Eve day and most of the citizens of the village were at church. She had walked there with her husband and liked to see all the people dressed up. She could see some were tired and probably felt they could do better things than to go to church, others looked determined and open minded. She was a mix of both. She had heard rumors about a new church musician and looked forward to having Psalms accompanied by a piano again. It had sounded so depressing without it. They had always had a talented pianist, it was their congregation's signature and pride but old Lenny had a heart attack and since then the piano stood empty.

Luna and her husband walked in the simple wooden church together. It was newly renovated, which Luna sorrowed. She had thought it would have been better to reconstruct it but that would have been more expensive then renovate it. Now it was simple and bright. The people sat quiet on the benches but several had started to whisper because the piano was still empty. Father Blom always walked around to say hello but this day he chose to stand by himself in a corner with a sour look. Luna had looked at her husband and made a confused face. He shrugged his shoulders and looked around at the people. When the clock struck all the people started to prepare to sing even if there wasn't a pianist. Just when the clock had stopped another loud sound could be heard. It was the entrance door, someone had opened it completely and let it slam loudly. Several people turned around to look at who came in too late to the church service. It always began at 11 o'clock but you should be there earlier. Luna didn't turn around, she could imagine it was embarrassing enough to be late. She heard heavy steps through the church. It was obvious that it was a man, probably with heavy shoes.

"I'm sorry I'm late but my bike started to act up a mile away from here." A man said with authority. Luna saw the people in front of her look at the man with big eyes so she couldn't no longer resist turning her head towards the voice she had heard. It was a young man walking between the benches with calm heavy steps. He was so tall Luna worried he would smack his head on the chandeliers. He was completely dressed in black, from the heavy boots to the leather jacket. Everyone looked at him with big eyes. A man like him had never existed in their village. The people there were conservative and dressed up to go to church. Motorcycles and tight black jeans didn't fit in there. Luna looked at the man's face. High cheekbones, a hooded gaze and plumped lips. Behind him she saw two teenage girls hide their smiles to each other.

"I'm Henry Deaver, the new pianist." He stopped at Father Blom's place, like he was the leader of the congregation. He dragged a hand through his hair that was messy slicked back, probably by a helmet.

"Excuse me?" Said Mr. Munro, one of the wealthiest in the village and one of few that worked outside of the village.

"Yeah, I've left my references to Father Blom and I got the job, any problems?" Henry tried to sound neutral but it was an edge of defense in his voice. He shrugged his jacket off and revealed a band t-shirt for The Cure. Luna smirked a little at the bench because she and the teenagers were probably the only ones that knew who The Cure was.

No one said anything so Henry just smiled, a handsome smile, dimpled and contagious. He walked up to Father Blom who looked at him up and down. He looked nervous and humiliated. They shook hands then Henry sat down by the black piano but looked at some of the women with the same handsome smile and doll eyes while playing the first Psalm.

×

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #2022 #fan fiction #writing #story #henry deaver #castle rock #halloween #roman godfrey

[that-banhus]

First lines/last fics x10

Tagged by @landwriter​ - thank you :) (Also, yesssss, more Oaths soon.)

Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Complete fic:

1 - Settled (The Sandman)

On the evening of June tenth, nineteen-sixteen, Roderick Burgess’ circle of magicians, charlatans, opportunists and hanger-ons draw the final runes on the floor of the basement at Fawney Rig.

2 - And Not Ask Leave of Any (The Sandman)

The unfortunate thing about the marches in October - the one unfortunate thing, Hob thought, because of all God’s lands the marches were created beautiful enough to still a man’s heart, and wild enough to set it running again - was that the air was sobering cold at night.

3 - King of Infinite Space (The Sandman)

They sat at the New Inn until the afternoon melted into evening, the sunlight thickened to a rich orange, and the late crowd began to trickle into the inn in chattering groups.

4 - Runs a Joy with Silken Twine (Good Omens)

The summer of the almost apocalypse sloped into a late autumn, and nothing much changed until it did: the weather tipped into heavy rain and dark evenings as suddenly as a seesaw coming down, and Crowley did something new with his hair.

5 - All the Kingdoms of the World (Good Omens)

The thing which stuck with Crowley the most, from the little-Apocalypse-that-couldn’t, was how close it had all been. If the nuns hadn’t accidentally shuffled the antichrist to Tadfield, if Agnes Nutter hadn’t been exactly right, if Adam had loved humanity just a little less, in the end - well, they’d been very, very lucky, was all, and after several thousand years of doing Aziraphale’s job on occasion, he had a natural suspicion of luck.

6 - The Dead and the Living (Game of Thrones)

When she was twelve, Brienne had broken her leg. She’d taken a quick step forward toward the training master, gotten her foot twisted on an uneven cobblestone, and when his blunt sword came at her low it hit her shin with a sickening snap she felt all up her spine. That hadn’t been the worst of it.

WIP:

7/8 - A Local Habitation (The Sandman)

Cheating outrageously and counting it as two lines, because it essentially ended up being two seperate stories:

Dream went to Hell on a Monday, and barely gave Hob an hour’s notice.

and:

In the morning, Hob woke to the doorbell chiming. It was a beautiful sunny day outside, and the two chopsticks he’d taped over his window in the shape of a cross had burned themselves onto the glass in a sooty, smeared blur. 

9 - Untitled Missing Scene/Coda from King of Infinite Space for @chubsthehamster (The Sandman)

Hob Gadling’s unconscious body presented a problem.

10 - To the Strongest (Star Trek: Discovery)

“Do you sometimes think that T’Kuvma got himself killed on purpose, so he wouldn’t have to deal with all this?” L’Rell gestured at the stack of datapads, maps and scrolls, a delightfully petty touch from House Antaak.

Tagging (optionally as always, and apologies if I am re-tagging) @willowcrowned, @tharkuun, @just-add-butter, @moorishflower, @chubsthehamster @mathomhouse-e

[betweendoctorsanddetectives]

top 5 movie films! top 5 activities to do that make you feel better and alive and in love with life! top 5 sitcoms! top 5 eps of inside no 9 if you have them :D

hiiiiiiiiiiiiii thank you for asking :-)

top 5 movie films:

these are in no specific order because i struggle to pick favourites + they are liable to change often depending on how i am feeling. BUT these are 5 of my favourites

paddington 2 !!! he is a little bear he is your friend and neighbour he is part of your community and making your life better. he is escaping the criminal justice system. simon farnaby has the hots for hugh grant dressed as a nun

stoker - have been meaning to rewatch this but just generally it ticks an awful lot of boxes for me. i like the themes i do like rage and control and blood it is very nice for me

fight club - i think its good i think men SHOULD express their anger and hopelessness at capitalism via interpersonal touching and showing skin and blowing things up . barbara kruger you construct intricate rituals etc etc

god's own country - very important to me personally that there is content about gay people in the rural countryside getting covered in mud and having sex and wearing jumpers and skinning dead lambs to give lonely lambs jackets which will endear them to the sheep

the private life of sherlock holmes :-) there was a gap in the market for gay holmes solving a mystery involving the loch ness monster and by god did billy bridge that gap. my glass of tea :>

top 5 activities to love life:

find a GOOD podcast episode or audiobook (i'd recommend here something comedic but introspective. you'll have tears in your eyes are they from laughter or emotion who knows) and then go on a walk with it . doesn't matter where you walk. anywhere and everywhere. don't need to walk very long or far find a bench or a wall sit on and watch creatures or people around you

PUZZLES . you have gathered that i am into sudoku well i am also ATTEMPTING to get into crosswords. crosswords have complex codes and indicators which you need to learn along with having a baseline of knowledge of lots of topics. i think finding a topic (such as a type of puzzle) and then endeavouring to learn its secrets is a wonderful thing. approach it with kindness and eagerness . i always find it amazing when i begin to comprehend the care and passion that people have for whatever topic they love. i used to think sudokus were relatively straightforward but there's a whole world of puzzles built upon sudoku logic and there are different techniques to learn and try and there are COMMUNITIES of people who love to talk about it and share puzzles and tips

analysing something you really love will not only enrich your love of that thing and entertain and inform you, it will also allow you to appreciate everything else you encounter in life more deeply and fully. i say this all the time but texts that i have read and ideas i have explored in the name of fun with friends have made me a better and more knowledgable person and i love to notice the little things around me

um idk if this is so much an activity as an ethos but nature makes me love life. i am make an effort to get fresh air, to listen to birdsong, to pay attention to trees and mushrooms and squirrels. i love the weather no matter what the weather is outside because i love the sky i love the rain i love the sun i love the shapes clouds make and i love when its cold and when its warm. i like flowers and i like bodies of water. no matter what happens these things will be there for you and me

a lot of these points overlap but i think that is part of the joy of life. how good things link together and overlap. anyway this one is about poetry. i think it is lovely to read a poem. it will highlight to you what the poet found noteworthy and that thing will become noteworthy to you too and resonate with you at random times. an onion makes me think of love and drinking coke makes me think of love. geese make me think of being unapologetic for existing. and poetry is as detailed as you want it to be depending on how much you care to analyse it but the more you analyse the more there is to appreciate. read the same poems over and over. look up what other people have written about their interpretations. get friends to read poems and ask them what they thought of them. this point equally applies to music with poetic lyrics for example i do this with florence’s lyrics because they are poems and can be treated and appreciated as such

top 5 sitcoms is an incredibly difficult list for me to make because i love sitcoms a lot. one thing about me is i will be watching sitcoms. because i really love so many sitcoms i think i will treat this list as “which 5 do i probably rewatch the most” as opposed to “which 5 are necessarily my favourites”:

vicar of dibley - i have been watching this from a very young age, i know it very well and i still watch it often. i quote it all the time and i think of it all the time. its entirely possible that geraldine deeply informed my personality

outnumbered - i don’t watch it that much these days but the sheer amount and frequency of times that i rewatched this when i was growing up earns it a place on the list. and i DO still love it it is very dear to me. in a lot of ways it reminds me of the best parts of my own family 

community - there’s not much to explain here i just love it and i rewatch it a lot it is special and comforting 

gavin and stacey - another one i can quote pretty much in its entirety. it’s just fun and quotable and its so familiar to me that its comforting 

friday night dinner - its very repetitive i can’t even explain why i like it so much but i DO and i rewatch it a lot. i think i find the characters very likeable and again reminds me a bit of my own family . jim is very very funny as a character, as is martin. rip paul ritter truly a legend </3 i believe we were just witnessing the beginning of his potential as both a comedian and an actor when we lost him

now. to my absolute SHAME it is time to admit i have not seen much of inside no 9. it is completely up my alley and i know i’d gain a lot from watching more. i have seen a few episodes of it and did love them but i have many many left to watch and i DO plan on watching them i just. haven’t yet for some reason. although. a week or so ago i saw you post about a new episode of it and despite having no context whatsoever for what that episode was about i had a vaguely unsettling dream that i was trapped in whatever was going on in that episode. so now i have a question for YOU. what are your top 5 episodes of inside no 9?

[divinerulerluvr]

Mahogany Wood

Sister Mary Eunice punishes you at Briarcliff

Possessed!Sister Mary Eunice x fem!reader

Warnings - Smut, caning, whipping, sadism, punishment, homophobia mentions

A/n - Some good ole Mary Eunice smut. Honestly idk what the fuck I was thinking while writing, but hey, it's fun.

You hadn’t been at Briarcliff long when Sister Mary Eunice took charge. Sister Jude had been kicked out as you heard through the grapevine.

Sister Mary Eunice had always been Sister Jude’s henchwoman. That’s what another patient told you. That she was Sister Jude’s bitch, basically. You figured that when Sister Mary Eunice took over that she’d be lenient and a pushover.

You were wrong.

Around the beginning of the month, your father caught you kissing another woman and sent you straight to the crazy house. Being queer was a big no-no around here. So here you were. Stuck with the paranoid schizophrenics, the deranged killers, and the gone-crazy widows.

You were sat in the common room, playing Go Fish with Miss. Lancaster - a grieving widow. When she eventually wins, you slam your cards on the table and stand up abruptly, causing your chair to fall over behind you.

“This game fucking sucks! You always fucking win because you’re a goddamn cheater!” You accuse, yelling out angrily. Briarcliff made everyone go mad. And for you, it made you unable to control your anger.

Orderlies come rushing in and grab you by the arms. “You fucking bitches!” You yell out as the strong men grab you by the arms. “Rot in hell! All of you!” You continue screaming and kicking as the men practically carry you to Sister Mary Eunice’s office.

They throw you inside and you see the blonde woman sitting at her desk, her nun habit only showing her blonde bangs. Her skin was pale and she wore deep red lipstick on her lips.

She looks up at you, her eyes landing directly on yours. It felt like she was looking through you. “Leave her here. Thank you.” She says to the orderlies in a calm, smooth voice. The men leave the room, leaving it to just you and the nun.

“Anger issues don’t bode well in a place like this, Miss. Y/l/n.” Sister Mary Eunice states, standing from her desk. You stand in place, a deep fear in your body that if you moved, you’d be toast.

Instead, you just breathe heavily. She rounds the desk, eyeing you. She steps in front of you, being a few inches taller than you. “What do you think your punishment should be?” She asks.

You shake your head. “Let me outta this hellhole.” You seethe.

She chuckles shortly, a smile on her red lips. “This… isn’t even close to hell. You want to get on the good side of me? Don’t backtalk.” Sister Mary Eunice comments. You exhale sharply, watching as she leans back and grabs the file with your name on it off of her desk.

“Homosexual tendencies, huh?” She reads, her eyes set on your file. “Tell me, what have you done with a woman?”

“I’ve fucked them. They’ve fucked me. I love being a flaming, raging queer, sister. I love having women on top of me and below me. Feeling their tits and how wet they get.” You say bravely, a smug smirk on your face.

Sister Mary Eunice just chuckles, eyeing you up and down. She took in your asylum outfit that consisted of a boring dress and a knitted coat. “Speaking so courageously given the circumstances.”

You hum, quirking your head to the side. “Take off your coat.” She demands, her voice coated with finality. You delay and she just raises her eyebrows at you. Apprehensively, you slowly shrug off your knit coat.

It falls to the floor and Sister Mary Eunice smiles. “Drop the dress, too.” She adds on. You exhale deeply, your eyes set on hers as you undo the buttons of your dress and slide the dress off of your body, letting it fall pathetically to the floor.

Sister Mary Eunice surveys your body - taking in your breasts and hard nipples before falling to the slightly too big cotton panties the nurses provide. “Those too.” She says, pointing to the panties.

As you slide them over your hips, she walks over to the cabinet and opens it, revealing a variation of whipping canes. Your eyes widen at the side of them.

She grabs one of them and rubs the cane against her palm. “Bend over the desk. Now.” Sister Mary Eunice continues demanding orders like some kind of drill sergeant. You follow, your breasts touching the cold wood of the desk as you bend over so your bare ass was sticking out.

You feel the cold cane run up your inner thigh. You shiver, your body tensing. “How many whips? I say forty, given your foul language earlier.” She comments. You groan, feeling the cane rub against your pussy.

With your cheek pressed against the desk, you wince when Sister Mary Eunice whips you with the cane. And fuck, did it hurt.

Your hands grip the desk’s ledge, your ass cheek burning angrily from the slap. “Count for me.” Sister Mary Eunice orders. “O-One.” You groan out, breathing heavily. She brings the cane down on your ass again, this time harder. “Two!” You cry out.

The fire spread through your entire cheek, making you whimper in pain as she hit you with all her strength. Which was a lot of strength. The numbers slowly climb and with each whip, you can feel your cunt getting wetter.

“Thirty-eight!” You mewl, your voice breaking as tears waterfall down your cheeks. “Thirty-nine!” You continue calling out. With one extra harsh whip, Sister Mary Eunice reaches forty. “Forty!” You draw out, the wood wet below your face from tears.

Sister Mary Eunice pulls you by the hair from your bent-over position, making you face her. She smirks as she sees your red eyes and wet cheeks. Her eyes dance down your body, past your heaving breasts until she reaches between your legs.

“Dirty, dirty girl.” Sister Mary Eunice chides. She uses the tip of the cane to spread your legs, making you whimper as your ass presses against the cold wood of the desk.

She runs her cane over your inner thigh, collecting the gooey wetness that coated your thighs on the cane. “Lick it off.” She orders, raising the cane to your mouth. Tears roll down your cheeks as you beg her. “No… I’m sorry.” You plead.

Staying eerily silent, Sister Mary Eunice pushes the wet cane against your lips. You begrudgingly stick your tongue out and lick it, tasting your own arousal. She smiles as she watches you, her sadism helping her get off on it.

Pulling the cane away from you, she lets go of your hair and pushes you to the ground. “Get out of my sight.” She demands.

“C-Can I get...my clothes?” You say weakly. She shakes her head, sitting back down at her desk. “No. Ask the orderlies for another dress. It’s part of your punishment.”

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[tigerpeachs]

pls pls plsss idc if it’s a hc, a fic, or a drabble but i neeeeeeed some more teacher!gojo x student!reader😩😩

the way you wrote him is just the best i’ve seen for the trope and i’m just starving for more🛐🛐🛐🛐

I can’t let anyone starve! Don’t worry bb here’s some food 😣 please eat up!

Enlightenment - Gojo Satoru x Female Student

AN: thank you besto friendo! @ratchetsenpai for giving editing tips and reading my hot garbage brain rot at 1am 😌 I’m afraid y’all will have to stan her

*PLEASE READ: No minors allowed. 18+ Only. All characters are aged-up in my work. I do not condone student teacher relationships*

TW: 18+, Student x Teacher, Non-Con, Oral (female receiving), Sensei Kink :3

Word count: 1.3K

Gojo didn’t know how you were such a good girl in a world like this. You basically should have become a nun instead of a sorcerer. Here you were though, returning from Sunday mass in your reserved yet teasing clothing. Your skirt was to your knees but the stockings left Gojo a little hot beneath his collar. You basically pranced around in your blouse that was buttoned a little too low for someone like you.

You could easily be an Angel or some divine being he supposed. You blessed every curse before their exorcism. You made sure to say grace with every meal, even for the things you drank. When you were upset against enemies, you would bless them and wish them the best. Because “Suffering only leads to more suffering, but blessings lead to more blessings. So I’m here to bless your life Sensei!” It was cute when you first said it to him and it was one of the most important things he remembered about you.

But more importantly, was the dainty little cross that hung between beautifully your supple breast. Ya know Gojo has been suffering. And you were right. His initial suffering came from your looks. Then the realization of how young and pure you were. Then he suffered from thoughts of tainting your soft and delicate body. He can’t suffer this much longer.

“Sensei! I’m back! You should really come sometime ya know!” You greeted him as you returned. It was common for you to tell Gojo when you were back on campus. Well it was common for all students, but he liked it especially when you did it.

He was already smiling and drinking in your form under his blindfold.

“Ah~ Y/N how was it? And you know I’d probably burst into flames if I walked inside a church,” he joked. Although, he probably would for the thoughts running through his head right now.

“Mind if I sit?” You asked before situating yourself on his desk. He’s allowed it a thousand times before and he’d allow it some more. “And that’s not funny! Sensei, I’m not one to force conforming, but I know you appreciate enlightened people. The people there are smart!”

Gojo laughed while settling his elbows on the outside of your thighs and his chin came to rest on his fists. You didn’t shy away knowing Gojo is the type to get into kissing proximity with a lot of people. He wasn’t a man aware of personal space. Or he just didn’t give a damn for it.

“I like enlightened people who are aware of our world and are as smart as me. Although, dummies like you can be a bit fun.” He laughs while poking at your stocking clad thighs.

“Hey!” You press out shoving his hand away. “I am smart!”

“But not enlightened.” You tilted your head at that and leaned forward curious to hear more. The necklace fell from your blouse and dangled between the two of you. God is always watching and he was about to witness true sin.

Gojo stood up abruptly, causing you to fall back on your elbows. He couldn’t control his breathing as he brought your knees up, causing your feet to rest on the edge of the desk.

“Sensei!” You cried out. He yanked your skirt up to your hips and watched as your skin immediately flushed once his fingers brushed over your sex.

You gasped as he pressed against your clit and rubbed rough circles. You covered your mouth after a loud moan rolled out that mixed with a scream. Such a stupid little girl. Didn’t you know what would happen?

“You’re still not aware of this world and what happens. You’re so innocent. You don’t even suspect anything. I’ll show you true enlightenment. I’ll educate you.” He chuckled watching a wet spot appear slowly.

You threw your head back and shot your hand out to stop his ministrations. He smiled as your chest heaved and you tightened your grip on his wrist. So pretty he thought while leaning down to kiss your knee. You shuddered at the feeling of his lips.

“Staphg-!” Your muffled voice called out behind your palm. Your bright eyes looked for his but the darkness of his blindfold was all too consuming. You shut your eyes and cried silently as he bit into your skin and sucked.

The heat licking inside of you felt so sensitive to the point where it hurt. You’ve never felt something like this before. Gojo brought his head towards his hand and you were confused. Why was he so close to your privates? What could he possibly be up to after causing you such suffering?

You didn’t even think you could comprehend what was going on. As a firm wet muscle moved across fabric you tore your hands away from your mouth and Gojo’s hand. Your braced yourself on the desk and let out a loud hiccup as pleasure shot down your spine. Gojo made sure to suck on the juices accumulating under your cotton panties while holding your soft plump thighs open.

His tongue twisted and stroked your clit. After sucking again, he pulled up only to let his tongue fall out and let a glob of spit fall with it. His eyes stayed concentrated on the image of his spit saturating your innocent panties. Your pussy clenched from the attention it was receiving from him. He sighed out of joy as your legs shook uncontrollably while his large fingers moved and swirled through your confined folds.

Enough was enough though. Gojo ripped through your stockings and yanked your stupid organic cotton panties to the side. He wasn’t surprised to see the hair collected on your sweet mound. A woman untouched like you would never consider the fact of grooming your sex for some mans fantasy.

He chuckled as he pressed his face right up against it and inhaled sharply. The fresh scent of a cunt that was going to be ruined and conquered by none other than Gojo Satoru. You reached down to him to shove his face away but only caught onto his blindfold.

The image of Gojo between your thighs was already uncanny and shaking your core being on its own. Removing his blindfold and staring into his cyan colored eyes, you felt too high in your body. Everything was floating. Sweat was collecting on your body. Heat was radiating off both of you. You didn’t even feel human when presented and forcefully touched like this.

“Y/N,” Gojo called out while removing your hand from his now makeshift headband. “I’m only here to help you learn. You know that, right?” He couldn’t help the smirk coming out at the end. You would’ve thought he was genuine otherwise.

He lurched to go back to your cunt like a man starved as you vocalized another protest. Each lick and suck felt like he was devouring you. His hand reached and gripped your wrist while the other only further stretched your panties out of his way.

Hiccup after hiccup of “No’s” and “Stop’s!” Fell from your lips along with his name and title. If he’s being honest, Gojo couldn’t make sense of any of it. He was long gone the moment he was about to taste and suck on your sweet virgin essence. He was in heaven. He finally understood what you meant by blessings.

It was a blessing to have you on his desk spread for him. It was a blessing to hear you stop pleading and only say “Sensei! Somethings happening! I-“ and he reached a true divine heaven as you came on his tongue and worked yourself up so much you could only fall limp as your body shook.

His chest heaved as he stood up and took in the sight. Your tear stained face and flushed body only worked to make him more enamored with you. The dazed look in your eyes and your panties barely covering your slick cunt would be tattooed in his memory forever.

He only hoped that you were finally enlightened and learned from him.

#anon #request #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #peaches fic

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Hello, dears! Sorry I’ve been a bit inactive the last couple of days, but I’ve been working on finishing this 😏The third installment of my House Dimitrescu series on Ao3! I hope it’ll help quench some of your thirst 😘

Xx.

You weren’t sure if anyone had ever actually died from utter gay panic before - but you were almost positive that you felt your soul try to leave your body as soon the soft fabric of Alcina’s nightgown hit the ground. Every mountainous curve accentuated beautifully by the multitude of candles that filled the Countess’ bedroom. 

“Is this the body that you’re so desperate to worship, my pet?” Alcina asked, allowing her hands to trace down the landscape of her abdomen. 

“Ah.. Y-yes, my lady.” 

“Mmh.. you do smell quite divine when you blush, my pet.” She replied, leaning over you. “All that blood… rising to the surface.”

(Ahem...) 

“Erm..” 

Your voice cracked with fluster, bringing a low and sultry chuckle from Alcina’s throat. Every glorious inch of her exposed to you as she made her way over to the door leading to the bath.

 “Since you’ve promised me a proper body worship.. I think I shall bathe first.” She said, giving you a smirk. “You may join me… if you wish.” 

“Y-yes, my lady. Of course.”

You could already feel the fierce flush spilling over you as you watched Alcina’s large frame slip through the bathroom doorway, ducking slightly as she did. Her silhouette sharp against the backdrop of the washroom. Every inch of her becoming more luminous with each candle that she lit. The delicious smell of spiced musk wafting through the warm air as she turned on the water.

“Come, pet.” 

(Ah, pretty sure I just did that… quite a few times)

You couldn’t help but blush at the thought, immediately rising from the bed. Your body sore in ways that you never even knew possible. A deliciously dull ache, reminding you of just how much you had taken - of just how much Alcina had given you. 

“Yes, my lady. My apologies.”

She waved her hand dismissively, the muscles of her forearms flexing as she did. Steam rising from the bath - dancing over her - elegantly encasing her curves as she leaned over the tub. Her fingers slowly tracing over the surface of the water as she locked her eyes onto yours   

(Yep, and I’m suddenly feeling very parched.)

“Smells almost as delicious as you do, my pet.” 

“Erm… thank you, my lady.”

“So flustered already.. and you haven’t even begun to touch me yet.”  

(Yet.)

"Well.. you do have quite the effect, my lady." 

Alcina chuckled. "Yes, I'm well aware of that, my pet." 

You had no doubts that she was, the sheer presence of her hard to ignore. Whether it be chasing scared villagers, desperate to not have their blood drained by Alcina or her daughters - or the pure, unfiltered thirst that she could evoke in even the purest of nuns -  you knew for certain that Alcina had always known of the effect she had on others. 

“I would expect nothing less, my lady.” You replied with a smirk, watching her eyes grow slightly darker. 

“There are not many people who would dare speak to me in such a way, you know.” She said calmly.

You averted your eyes. “I’m sorry, my lady.” 

“Heh… I did not say I didn’t like it, pet.”

“O-oh.. I..”

You swallowed hard, very aware of the deep flush that was rapidly spreading across your naked body. Alcina only chuckled, slowly lowering herself down into the tub. The tepid water swallowing her curves in the most delicious of ways. You tried to look away - cast your eyes aside - knowing how severely some had been punished for just a simple glance in her direction - but the way her mouth parted slightly, letting out the most exquisite of moans, would allow you to do no such thing. 

(Fuck… aah… brain… glitch) 

“Pet?”

You cleared your throat. “Yes, my lady?”

“It would be much easier for you to bathe me if you were actually in the bath.”

(In the… aaaaaah)

“Y-yes, my lady. Of course.. it.. would absolutely be easier… yes.”  

She smirked. “And I’m sure it would help those… sore muscles of yours.”

(Fuck.)

“Erm...”

Alcina, being the thirst-inducing Goddess that she was, was the only person in existence who could chuckle in such a way that would instantly make you wet. It was like sugared honey - smooth and sultry with just a tiny bit of rasp to it. You moved to the other side of the massive tub, settling in behind her. The heat from the water immediately dulling the ache, a reminder of just how sore you would be in the morning. 

“Better?”

“Much, my lady. Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could do.. considering.”

You didn’t even have to look at her to know of the heated smirk that was painted perfectly across Alcina’s lips. She handed you a washcloth (or a towel, in your case) - soaked in the most exotic of oils - sighing with relief as soon as you began to massage it over the length of her back. Crystalline beads of sweat dripping deliciously down the small of her back, and you couldn’t help but wonder if she had only filled the tub halfway to make it easier for you to bathe her - or to be able to fluster you to no end. Your bet was on the latter. 

“My lady?”

“Mmhm?”

“May I ask you something?”

“I supposed that would be alright, my pet. Just as long as you keep those hands of yours moving.” 

“Of course, my lady.”

“Good pet.”

(Fuuuuck.)

You blushed furiously, clearing your throat again before continuing. “Well, it’s just that.. Well, I.. was talking to the girls the other day, and they had mentioned that… “ 

You paused, taking a deep breath.

“Go on…”

“Well, that.. I’m the first human that has been kept at Castle Dimitrescu that wasn’t solely here as food or service? Is that.. true?”

“Well, my pet… I'd say that, technically, you are here to… service me, are you not?” She replied with a chuckle, looking back over her shoulder.

“Ah, yes… of course.”

Alcina, immediately picking up on the disheartened tone to your voice, quickly continued. “But yes… my pet. You are the first that I have kept for more... personal reasons.” 

“O-oh… ah… may I ask.. why?”

A large ripple of water on an otherwise still surface as Alcina shifted her body uncomfortably, thinking your words over. You knew it was a long shot - getting the Countess to share her feelings for you - to delve into things that weren’t inherently connected to the pleasures of the flesh (whether it be food, or otherwise.) - but you had to know. Alcina cleared her throat, letting the water drip deliciously down her arm as she ran her fingers through her hair. 

“Bold of you to ask such a question, my pet.. “ She paused, allowing a deep flush to spill across your body before continuing. “But… considering how you’ve earned yourself an official spot as  a member of this house, I suppose you have the right to know.” 

“Thank you, my lady. That’s very kind of you.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Yes, well… think nothing of it, pet.”

“Of course, my lady.”

You sat in quiet for a few moments, allowing the Countess to gather her thoughts - not wanting to ruin any chance at finally seeing her open up. 

“When you first arrived… I admit, you were meant to be just a food source. Maybe a servant… but.. even that first night when we had you down in the dungeons, I felt a pull towards you. I even had Daniela check in on you in the middle of the night to make sure you were alright.”

“You… you did?”

“You intrigued me, my pet. Which is something that you’ve continued to do with each day that you’ve spent in this castle.” She took a breath, looking over her shoulder at you.” And, well… you were quite ill that night. We weren’t sure if you would even make it.” 

Thinking back, most of your early days in the castle were a blur to you. You could remember leaving your home - though, you were not entirely sure of the reason -,and then getting yourself caught in a terrible storm before reaching the castle. You remembered being tired - clothes soaked straight through to your body - and being utterly cold. The next thing after that was feeling warmer than you had in days - and Alcina’s concerned face looming over you.

“You were gorgeous even then…” 

Alcina’s voice trailed off, a far away look in her eyes as she turned her face back to the front. Rendered completely speechless, you sat in silence for a while - thinking over her words.. (She thought I was... gorgeous.. even then??) You swallowed hard, no longer sure if the relentless heat that was spilling across your body was from the bath itself or her disarming words. 

“You’re very quiet, my pet.” She said, breaking the silence. “Did my answers not satisfy your curiosities?” . 

“No, my lady. I mean.. Yes, they did. I’m just…. trying to process everything you’ve said is all.”

She hummed softly, rinsing her hair before slowly lifting the length of herself out of the bath. Droplets of water deliciously dripping down each of her exquisite curves. You had never seen her look more beautiful. The firelight from the candles flickering warmly in the reflection of the water that danced upon her fair skin. She was a literal masterpiece - art in motion - as she made her way out of the tub. . 

“Take all the time you need, my pet. I’ll be waiting.”

“Heh… And here I thought my lady didn’t like to be kept waiting.” You replied with a smirk, daring to tease her.. 

“I don’t.” She replied, a sharp glare cutting straight across the room - reminding you of who she was - that quickly turned to a smirk. “But, considering how… sore you must be, I will make an exception.”

“Yes, of course, my lady. Thank you..” 

She gave you a small nod, water trickling down the landscape of her as she dried herself off in a teasingly slow manner - her eyes never leaving yours. (Yep. Literal. Gay. Death.) You swallowed hard, earning a chuckle from her as you averted your eyes, blushing. 

“You’re quite beautiful like this, my pet. Utterly flushed and dripping for me.”

(::whimper::)

She chuckled again, the tip of her tongue skating over her bottom lip before she swiftly exited the bathroom. It took literally everything in you not to immediately jump from the tub. You knew you were eager for her - to taste her, to feel her skin against your lips -  and who could blame you? You allowed yourself a few moments, soothing your muscles for a minute before beginning to drain the water. The sweet musk of her swirling around you like the steam that now rose from your eager body. You made quick work of toweling yourself off, your feet carrying you off into the other room without as much as a thought. 

“Hello, pet.”

Your mouth went completely dry, breath hitched - her illustrious body sprawled across the length of the bed. Miles upon miles of flesh just begging to be touched - explored - worshipped in a way that only the body of a goddess deserved to be. 

“H-hello, my lady.. you are… fuck…” 

Alcina chuckled, shaking her head - a knowing look upon her face. “I’m quite aware of the effect I have on you, my pet.. but I appreciate the sentiment, nonetheless.” 

“I’m sorry my lady.. you’re just… stunning, to say the least.”

Her eyes grew a little darker, more hungry. “Thank you, my pet. Now… I think you’ve kept me waiting long enough, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Good. Change that.”

(Fuck… I…)

The instant pool of heat that began to stir in your core - your juices immediately flowing - all just from the tone of her voice. Cool satin sheets welcoming to your overly flushed skin as you climbed onto her bed. A fierce anticipation sweeping over you as you settled down next to her. It was far from the first time you had been allowed to touch the immaculate body of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, but it was the first time she had given you the okay to do so in such a manner. 

“Before we begin, pet… you are to address me only as Mistress for the rest of the evening, is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. While I may have agreed to such an intimate request, I am still in control. Do you understand?”

‘Yes, Mistress. Of course.”

She responded with a nod, laying her head back against the pillow. “Excellent. Now.. as you were, pet.”

You moved slowly, straddling her hips. Alcina’s eyes practically luminous - golden spheres drinking you in as you settled yourself down on top of her.

“What an exquisite view I have from here.”

“I’m pretty sure mine is better, Mistress.” 

“Such flattery, my pet.”

“Utter truth, my Mistress.” 

You watched as the slightest hint of pink began to paint it’s way across the sultry lines of Alcina’s face - unable to keep yourself from blushing in turn. Her body, slightly cool to the touch, impossible to ignore against your heated skin. Her skin - scarred, perfect - the most beautiful handwritten map that you had ever seen - and you were desperate to explore it. The faintest of moans escaping from her slightly parted lips as the warmth of your mouth found the soft skin of her neck. A mesh of soft kisses and heated bites dancing their way across the steadily growing flush of her body. The low, husky sounds that reverberated through her chest each time that your teeth scraped across her skin, was a melody within themselves. Another bite to her collar bone, your tongue licking over it as you slowly began to make your way down. Her thick fingers in your hair, guiding that eager mouth of yours exactly where she wanted it to go.  

“You have quite the talented tongue, my -ah!.” 

You muffled a deep moan to her response - the length of her nipple finding your mouth, filling it - arousing you to no end. A pool of juices steadily collecting beneath you as you cupped her breast with both hands, indulging your tongue with as much of her as you could.

“Mmh… lower, my pet.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You nipped at her sensitive skin before pulling away, earning a sharp inhale from the Countess. A smug smirk against her skin as you continued your way down the miles of flesh that made up  the landscape of her illustrious body - each mountainous curve more delicious than the last. Your soft lips caressing over the faint lines and imperfections that so beautifully decorated her body. Repositioning yourself, you settled down into the heated spot between her legs - her sweet musk rolling over you as your tongue skated over the sensitive skin of her hips and thighs. Her nails scraping up the sides of your neck before firmly tangling her fingers back into your hair. Her hips moving in a way that told you just how badly she wanted you - needed you in a way that she had never needed another. 

“You may go lower, my pet.” Her voice was thick with want, body flushed from nothing more than the touch of your lips - the sting of your teeth - the warmth of your tongue that danced so eloquently across her body.

(L-lower.. ?)

“I… Mistress?” You asked, pulling back hesitantly as your mind mulled over her words. Being intimate on that level was not something Alcina had ever indulged you in. Though she had had her tongue inside of you more times than you could count - she had never, not even once, suggested that you return the favor. 

“You heard me, pet.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

You settled yourself down even lower between her thighs, mouth watering at just the thought of tasting her. Her juices shimmering in the candlelight as they dripped down the front of her core. Every cell in your body set a blaze as you readied yourself, breathing in deeply.

“Oh, and.. be a good pet and touch yourself.” 

(Mmph.. fuck.. I)

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

“I can smell how wet you are, my pet. Practically dripping for me all over again?” She chuckled, smirking before laying her back down onto the pillow. 

‘Yes, Mistress.. I.. I am” 

“Good.. and, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Make sure I can hear you.”

You swallowed hard, mouth going completely dry. “Fuck.. yes, Mistress.” 

She hummed softly, spreading her legs for you a little further as you positioned your hands just right, the familiar feeling of your own fingers gently parting your lips. And oh, how right she was.. you were absolutely dripping for her - exceedingly so. The scent of her skin was almost overwhelming as you placed your mouth over her clit, immediately moaning at the taste of her. Your own juices flowing steadily as you slowly slid three fingers into yourself, making sure to be careful of your sore muscles. The sheer size of her hand holding you in place as the width of your tongue licked over her, causing an immediate arch to her back. Her perfect hips rising up to meet you, her soft folds enveloping you as you did your best to explore over every inch of her throbbing core. It was times like this you were thankful for having such a long tongue - to have the ability to unravel such a gorgeous creature. You nuzzled your face in closer, drinking her in, letting every inch of her overwhelm you. Your own hips moving in unison as you began to fuck yourself steadily. Your long fingers deep inside of you - her body writhing with each delicious moan that you allow to escape into her.

“You are quite exquisite, my pet. And that tongue of yours… mmmh.” Her moans ripped through her throat like a rumble of thunder, licking over her bottom lip before she continued “I can only imagine what other skills you've been hiding from me.” 

You had never heard her voice filled with so much desire before - so much need - and it was only fueling the primal urge that was slowly taking over your body. You sucked over her clit, using your whole mouth - practically devouring it. Her warm juices dripping down the front of your throat as you did your best not to waste a single drop of her. Your long fingers matching the pace of her hips as you continued to bring you both closer to the edge.

“I want you to fuck yourself harder, pet.”

(skjdfidlfdjfodjogj)

The command - the tone - the use of vulgarity that so rarely found it’s way out of Alcina’s eloquent mouth, sent a lightning bolt of heat through your body so intense that you felt your hips immediately jerk in response. 

“Mmph, fuck Mistress.” You moaned into her, earning a chuckle. 

“Precisely.”

You muffled a second curse against her, swiftly picking up the pace of your tongue and fingers. Her hips moving so beautifully in unison that you would have sworn she was a dancer in her past life. She was artistry in motion - a goddess of all things pleasing to the eye. The length of her hand firmly holding your head in place - pulling you closer, desperate to feel you inside of her- and you were more than willing to give it to her. You repositioned yourself slightly, forming your four fingers and thumb just right. An exquisite moan escaping from her lips as you teased them over her entrance. 

“Mmh.. such a generous pet. Just be sure to keep fucking your- ah!” 

You slid the width of your hand deep inside of her, sufficiently cutting her words short. A cascade of moans ripping through her body like an untamed beast - sucking over her clit as you left your hands to continue to wreck the both of you. Juices dripping - fingers curling - tongue relentless against her clit as an all encompassing force of pleasure began to overtake the both of you. 

“Are you close, my pet? Will you come with me?”

She asked, her voice softer than usual and you moaned a yes into her. Strong, purposeful thrusts as Alcina’s large frame began to arch beautifully from the bed. Your hips jerking as they matched the pace of your obedient mouth. A unison of voices screaming out as the fireworks behind your eyes moved into a full white out. Unyielding waves of pleasure crashing over you like a ravenous sea - bodies shuddering, breaths hitched - your talented extremities only letting up when Alcina finally fell breathless against the bed, juices soaking the satin sheets beneath her. Resting your head against her inner thigh, the smell of her upon your lips as you closed your eyes, you steadied your breath. Her skin, flushed - heated beneath you. 

“Well.. you have proven yourself a good pet, indeed.” Her voice low and sultry as her hand fondly caressed over the side of your head.  

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“‘My lady’ is perfectly fine, pet.”

“Of course, my lady.”

You placed a small kiss to her inner thigh, completely unaware of the sudden blush that it brought to her face, Her fingers gently stroking over your neck as she hummed in content. 

“Now.. rest up. You promised the girls some quality time tomorrow, and I wouldn’t disappoint them if I were you.”

You smiled, a warm sense of belonging spilling over you. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my lady.”

#resident evil village #resident evil #re8 village #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu fanfic #resident evil fanfic #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #fuck

[littlefreya]

Penny Dreadful

Summary: Sherlock is cold, troubled and upset, his mind is fixed on cracking an unsolved murder. It’s the worst time to disturb him. But his hot-blooded little succubus wants to drag him into sin.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x OFC (First-person POV)

Word count: 2.5K

Warning: 18+, smut, teasing, bratty behaviour, ass-smacking with a cane, slight cane play, primal play, unprotected rough sex, biting, slight size kink, MaleDom, drug use. Lots of curly hair descriptions.

A/N: Not canon to books Sherlock, obviously, but seeing the photos and teaser Henry as Sherlock just sets up the vibe. So I had to. Many thanks to my beta @agniavateira​ !! Sorry for the ugly cover art :D.

Title: Penny Dreadful

Sherlock’s study was a bleak, musky chamber deprived of heat, notwithstanding the many candles that burnt at every corner. Perhaps it was the pristine heaps of snow that piled on the ledge of the window, or maybe it was his sullen mood that gave the room a sense of icy wilderness. 

Fumes rose from his mouth, vaping into the air. The tawny light kissed his thick mane of luscious, chocolate curls while he stood at the fore of his desk and leered at some parchments that troubled his brilliant mind for whatever reason. 

Fist seizing the golden tip of his cane, his thumb stroked the engravings that embellished the metal. Cases that he couldn’t crack often left him frustrated to the point of madness. Those wicked, sly obsessions made him even more irresistible.  

My nails bit into the wooden doorframe. Consumed by yearning, a blaze licked up my soul with its monstrous tongue. I often wondered how something so pure as love could be dangerous, to which Sherlock would reply, 

“Love is the greatest villain of them all.”

Unlike him, I didn’t care for evil. 

The detective unclipped the small chain he kept fastened to his vest and opened the silver locket, gathering a wisp of white powder on the tip of his pinky finger and pressed it to his nostrils. A small grunt escaped him, his eyes turning glassy. The “fairy dust” tended to sharpen his perception and elevate his stamina.  

I dropped to my knees at his sight, crawling on the floor. The black silks of my dress made a brushing noise as it dragged on the Persian carpet; my breasts peeked as my corset shifted with every move. Sherlock often said we must imagine ourselves as animals once we let desire play our strings. 

Accepting my inner wildness, tonight I was a cougar stalking her prey. 

By nature, his senses were sharp as blades, though the substance that streamed through his veins made a more heightened grip of the reality that surrounded him. He noticed and yet ignored me, letting his hot-blooded harlot crave for his attention.

If I was to be the feline predator, Sherlock was the hunter who pursued me for sport. An unfair game, yet nevertheless my favourite. 

Bathing in my own little fountain of mischief, I allowed my fingers to sneak toward his cane, brushing up and down the mahogany in slow, languid motion. My slender digits licked along the shaft and my bosom followed, pressing against the hardwood. I dragged myself up slightly to glimpse at my master from below: my Sherlock, always a sight for a famished girl; a colossus, intimidating, and breathtaking. Like a moth to a flame, I inched closer dazed by the light, wanting to bask in its radiance. 

The muscle in his cheek tensed, thick brows furrowing. A little squared wrinkle appeared above the bridge of his nose as he brushed through his dark locks with agitation.

“What ills that glorious mind of yours?” I hummed, playful fingertips climbing further up at the length of his cane.

“Something I can’t grasp,” he spat, not giving me the time of day. But I knew he noticed every detail of my wanton behaviour, it was evident by the way his breath swiftly became heavier. Sherlock might have solved crimes by profession, but all women were natural detectives; evolution granted us with a definite survival instinct, learning to read men between the shadows.  

“You can possess me,” I offered, fingers scraping over his thumb as it pressed onto the cane’s golden tip. My voice dropped to a whisper while my hand left the cane in favour of his thigh. The muscle flexed and twitched under my sinful touch, the fabric of his breeches stretched as his cock grew with its natural need to fulfil the wet, convulsing void in me.

“You’re distracting me,” he warned, voice low and stern. His lashes hardly even fluttered to my direction. 

Every delicate little hair stood up at the sound of alarm yet instead, I inhaled the soot of peril, allowing my hand to travel further and meet his hungry girth. It rose to my touch with gratitude, flinching even harder at the clutch of my claws. The flavour of desire was honey and salt on the tip of my tongue.

The low animalistic vibration of his voice wavered through his solid form. I felt it shudder all the way down to his swelling cock. A cautious man, Sherlock was measured and forbearing to a point that made me wonder if he even liked women at all before we fell into the vicious pit of decadence and violent delights. 

It was the contrary that was true: Sherlock loved women very much, his desires were simply… of a certain quality. 

His groin was warm and firm against my cheek. The crystalline-blue glare finally graced me with a sight so brooding my bones clattered.  

“Later, I need to work.” By the drop of his voice, I knew there won’t be a third warning. 

“Later, Later…” I taunted, rolling my chin over his aching need. “All work and no play…”

The gasp that pushed out of my lungs nearly whisked the candles off as Sherlock hauled me up by his hand and bent me over the desk.  

“Should I teach you how to respect my time?” He snarled, throwing the skirts of my dress over my head like a cape of the midnight sky. Stars collapsed under my skin at the sensation of his touch exploring the curve of my bare ass. Talons ruptured the tiny blood vessels, squeezing with the affirmation of his ownership. 

“No undergarments?” Sherlock growled dangerously while his thumb brushed over my silken entrance, toying with the rich elixir and smearing it further down my anticipating petals. I answered with a deep moan, stretching on this desk with a succumbing plea. 

“You came here aimed at disturbing me while I work.”

Settling onto the surface of the desk, I reached forth one arm lazily and chuckled. “You are a great detective, I… oh!” 

Something cold and solid caressed my dripping lips, driving between them in slow, calculated strokes. Throwing my head over my shoulder, I noticed Sherlock holding his cane against my sacred cove, staring at it as if I was yet another piece of evidence to be explored. The golden arched-tip pushed-slightly between my petals and entered just enough to make me hiss. For a mere second I wondered if he was going to fuck me using nothing but his cane.

“Look away; this is going to hurt.” 

I hardly had time to protest when the first smack hit the pillow of my cheek. A wheeze of disgrace shot from my throat, husky and embarrassing, but not as degrading as the sting the metal left at my burning backside.

“Bad girl,” Sherlock ticked his tongue and lifted the cane midway in the air, a flare of noxious desire bursting in his pale-blue orbs. This time I turned away and shut my eyes, gripping the edge of the desk until my knuckles turned dead-white. If only it did anything to dull the pain, the sting was even more prominent, shooting all the way up to my spine where it coiled and forced a strident yip from my clamped lips. 

Yet the throb in my cunt was unmissable.

Sherlock knew very well that the hurt allied with pleasure, enhancing it even, like his powdery magic dust. 

Another smack and my nails scratched at the wood. Like a sinner nun indulging her own beating, I rode the waves of pain as they broke onto shores abundant with pleasure. There were hidden cracks in our public figure, the place where I burnt and Sherlock ascended as we pried our claws into mortal deadly sins. My senses rose to conflict with every smack and Sherlock took joy in every involuntary squirm of my body. 

Tongue pressed between his lips, he hummed as he admired his handiwork, painting my ass in obscene hues of violence. “Had enough? Or want to see which will break first, the rod or your arrogance?” Sherlock chided and pinched my sore cheek to further increase the pain. 

Embers whispered beneath my flesh, my legs jolted from the intense beating and by god, the trickle of my juices rolling down the back of my thighs made even a sultry woman such as myself drown in white shame.

Sherlock’s breath was a heavy guttural waft. His cane dropped to the floor and I heard the sound of metal clicking as he fumbled with his belt. I would be damned if I let him fuck me from behind. To have those eyes look away as he entered me was a vice I wouldn’t stand. 

“No!” I yelled, bracing on my wobbly elbows as much as I could and turned to face him. 

Sherlock’s glare widened, a chill of ice blew through his eyes and his pupils dilated like a crazed feline. “You’re saying no to me?”

“Yes!” I heaved and reached my hands to cradle his skull, pushing myself against the hardness of his body and forcing my lips on his. My kiss was feral, bruising the plush skin on and around his mouth, nibbling and biting until we tasted iron on our tongues. It was not long before I was shoved against the wall, our mouths still united, sharing one breath.

Or rather stealing it from one another.

We were pleasingly unequal. Sherlock was all iron and stone; a bulky, tall man who could tear me apart with his bare hands. I was a little lush thing, so tender, so easily bruised. Despite his power, the desire to claim the tiny wet hole between my legs was unquenchable, reducing him to a savage thing that spoke in raw inarticulate sounds.

He tore his mouth from mine and swept me up from the ground, hiking the skirts of my dress urgently to expose what he coveted the most. I felt the supple velvety texture of his hardness grind against my thigh, smearing the pearly drops of his arousal onto my skin. We both moaned at the sensation and moved to the rhythm dictated by our most primal instincts.  

“You want my cock?” He growled and gnawed his teeth at my neck, biting deep enough to break through the skin. I whined in pain, my voice rising a pitch as I writhed against him to ignite the smallest of frictions and serve the demon of desire in me. 

“Fuck me!” I begged, sliding my fingers through the mass of soft curls and tugging them with need.

Answering my plea, Sherlock speared into my unruly cunt, brutally spreading me open like he would tear the petals from a flower. I yipped into his luscious hair, my nails tearing into his nape as his intrusion claimed everything my body had to offer. I always found it odd how my flesh would resist and beg for him at the same time, my succulent canal fighting to push him by instinct yet he only further rutted into me. He reached his hands to my sore ass to squeeze my cheeks apart.

“Such a tight little harlot,” he groaned, engulfed by my garden of mysteries. Moaning so loudly, our duet reverberated through the corridors of the house. His lashes fluttered with ecstasy as he pulled back only to force me down on his imposing cock, attempting to rip through my denial. Or it was to tame me as I clenched around his girth, accepting and resisting him at the same time. I was nothing but a vessel for him to fill, and he did so with a fiery passion, glaring straight to my eyes while thrusting deep and hard into me.  

Books fell from the shelves nearby as we battled against the wall, my legs sliding up and down his waist, spreading helplessly in the air until my boots pressed into his arse. One of his hands reached for my corset, tugging on the ludicrous outfit to expose my breast. Ravenous, he licked his bloodstained lips, giving me a stare that made my cunt clutch him harder before he sank his fangs to pierce cavities in my tit.

“No!!!” I cried out and gasped as he thrust deeper to punish me for my protest. His heavy cock hit a spot so deep inside me that tears instantly emerged and fell down my cheeks, the pang bringing through a spasm of odd relief. 

Blood and saliva smeared along my cleavage as he dragged his lips further, licking and then kissing every patch he bruised. I moaned breathlessly, throwing my head back against the wall as his nimble fingers surveyed my neck, laying small threats to show me how easy he could simply suspend my very basic need. 

But my survival instincts already flew out the window the moment he penetrated me.

His lips hovered above mine as he fucked deep into my body, our cries creating an obscure symphony as he continuously slammed into my hilt, harder and more urgent with every plunge. The tears that fell down my cheeks were tainted with the conflicting aphrodisiac that pain brought through. In that instant I was whole, gratified by the friction created of the collision of our wet organs.

“Do it!” I gasped and nodded through glossy stares, swallowing hard to gesture what he already knew. With a swift snap of his hands, his fingers were bruising on my neck and he slammed into me at a furious pace, giving no care for my broken screams. 

Euphoria tore through my soul, crashing like hot waves of eternal fire. I came apart around his thick rod crying for God and Satan at once. Sherlock never slowed down, not even as he felt the tightening of my ring around him. It only made him fuck me harder, burying his face at my collarbone, chasing his own rapture at a punishing speed, grunting like a beast. Finally, he shuddered and pumped me full of his thick, silky milk. The muscles of his behind flexed and he ground his hot load into my warm cavern, making sure I received every drop. My hands reached to squeeze his taut ass as my legs clutched him still, wanting to keep him inside me. 

As if he had any intentions of leaving as he moaned and spasmed inside me. 

Smoke filled the room as few of the candles died; the scent of ash and the musk of our sex seeped through our noses while we remained entwined, shaking in each other’s grasp. Breathless and damp with sweat, Sherlock lifted his face from my neck and glanced at me looking so vulnerable, almost appearing lost. I moved my trembling hands back to his face, my thumbs caressing his sharp cheeks. 

“I know I am harsh…” he murmured, his eyes digging into my heart with nothing but a gaze of despair, “but please don’t ever leave me.”

My face fell at the sound of his words, my lips parting with awe. My detective could solve the most outrageous crimes, and yet he couldn’t realise I was shackled to him for all eternity.  

#henry cavill #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill fanfiction #sherlock holmes fanfiction #sherlock holmes x ofc #henry holmes #sherlock holmes

[mrs-march-ahs]

Can you please do 26 15 19 with Kit Walker?? Thank you so much and I hope you're having a wonderful day💗💗

Kit Walker’s Nurse at Briarcliffe

15. “Wanna bet?”

19. “You either cum now, or not at all.”

26. “First one to cum is the loser.”

Summary- You’re a nurse at Briarcliffe and you and Kit have fun together. This one instance you leave him hanging so you make it up to him. Twice.

Words- 2.4k

Thank you for all of your requests! They’re so fun to do, please keep them coming! They’re taking me a while but they’re coming! 

As always feedback and requests are super duper appreciated! Also thank you for such a quick solid following! Also thank you @kitwalker02 I’m having a wonderful day and enjoyed doing your request, I hope you like it.

Enjoy:)

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You leave room 7 and walk towards your trolley to collect the next set of medicine. You pick up the medicine cup and swirl around the indistinct white pills. A sigh of relief leaves your mouth as you look down the corridor and notice you only have a few patients left to give medicine to. You drag your finger down your clipboard list of patients and smile noticing that Kit Walker is next. Although working as a nurse in a mental asylum is difficult, it’s sweet and grateful patients like Kit who make the nightmares worth it. You push your key through the door to unlock his room and walk in, greeted by the sight of Kit tied up to his bed, like usual. His eyes wander around the room bored but when they meet yours, they sparkle and his whole face lights up. He smiles at you and you shut his door and walk over to him.

“Morning Walka”, you say mocking his accent. One of the main things about him that make you tingle and melt inside. He playfully rolls his eyes and opens his mouth when you put the medicine cup near his face. You sprinkle the few pills in his mouth, and he swallows them dry. You smile and stay still, standing by his bed. As much as you wish you could sit and spend the whole day with him, there are other patients who need tending to and it’s unfair for them to be neglected just because Kit’s accent makes you wet. You sigh softly and take a few steps towards the door before Kit’s innocent and happy voice stops you.

“Hey nurse, suh-thing to wash it down with?”

You look at him and place the cup on the table besides him. Although every bone in your body knew it was wrong, you did what your heart and lady bits told you to. You lean down to him and look him in his dark brown lustful eyes.

“I have something special you could wash it down with”, you say smirking. Flirting wasn’t particularly your forte, but you hoped he caught your drift. And boy he did. His usual soft and sweet expression was overpowered by hunger and excitement, as he looks down at your lips. A naughty smile creeps up on your face as you carefully climb his bed, hoping to stay quiet. Knowing Kit’s skill, that was almost impossible. You try to keep your trembling legs still as you straddle his chest, about to move up to his face and have a comfortable sit.

“Nurse, could you get me with a problem, while you’re here?”. You look at him worried, before his eyes motion down. It takes you a few seconds to realize he’s not in danger, and the problem he’s referring to was the tightness in his underwear. You smirk at him seeing his massive bulge and whisper to him.

“That’s what I’m here for”.

His smile widens as he can’t contain his excitement. You turn around, your ass practically in his face, and you gently slide your skirt up, to reveal your bare ass. You look over your shoulder at Kit sucking in his lips and looking at how dirty you are to not have underwear on. You give him a cheeky wink before you lean down and get on your hands and knees. You lift his gown and look at his paper-thin underwear. You moan softly looking at his massive cock about to rip through and slide down his underwear slowly. His cock springs up and Kit gasps at the cool air hitting him.

“C’mon nurse, we don’t have all day”.

Kit was tied up by his hands and ankles while you had the keys to every room in the asylum. You could throw him in isolation for a week with just one word, but the clear authority you had over him didn’t change the fact that it was him who owned you. You obeyed his daring words and push your ass closer to his face. You lean down until he can reach your soaking pussy and he blows on it, making you shiver. Knowing the powerful effect he had on you, he proposes a deal.

“First one to cum is the loser”.

You bit your lip instinctively at his dirty words and sexy accent and nod.

“Winner gets a treat”.

Kit lets out a chuckle at your addition and gets to work, lapping up your soaking heat. You gasp at his eagerness and tighten your grip on his gown. Within a few seconds you can feel yourself get even wetter in his mouth before you are snapped back to reality (oop there goes gravity) when Kit stops his incredible work.

“Are ya forgettin’ something, nurse?”, you laugh awkwardly before you lean down and stroke his cock. He groans quietly and goes back to licking you. You put the tip of his cock in your mouth and suckle on it, running your tongue around it. How hard he feels in your mouth and hands turns you on even more. You become a part of an incredible cycle, where the occasional harder suck on Kit makes him groan, and the vibration that gives you, makes you moan. Though you both know you had to stay quiet, you couldn’t help but want to scream about how good he makes you feel. With one last powerful suck on your clit, you try your hardest not to moan and instead whimper, releasing into his mouth. Kit licks up everything you give him and continues sucking after you’re clean.

You shakily sit up from his cock and gently get off him, standing on your shaky legs. Kit looks at you and licks his lips, earning a soft laugh out of you.

“Looks like I win”, Kit says cockily. “Can I have my treat now?”. He says thrusting up as best as he can, considering his restraints.

But quiet footsteps coming from the corridor make your eyes widen and your hands immediately straighten out your skirt. You quickly put Kit’s boner back into his underwear and cover him with his gown, giving him an apologetic look as you walk to the door. He throws his head back and sighs. You shut and lock the door behind you, trying to look as calm and regular as possible. You smile warmly at Mary Eunice right outside as she takes the medicine trolley from you and gives you a different task to do. You hesitantly agree to do what she tells you and walk out of that ward. Guilt fills your stomach as you imagine Kit tied up, not being able to help himself. You try to focus on the task at hand, sweeping the common room, and ignore the idea of Kit hot and desperate.

Your sweet spot for that man was reciprocated, and it wasn’t a secret. All the nuns and nurses knew that you were the only one who could get Kit to behave or do things he didn’t want to do. You were the only one who believed in his innocence and the only one who didn’t treat him like a criminal nor a looney. You trained to be a nurse to help people in need but instead your main job at Briarcliffe became being Kit’s nanny.

After what felt like ages, you swept up the whole common room and began cleaning it up in general. You put all the checker pieces back to the box and collected all the magazines from the room to make a pile. But your mind wasn’t on the tedious task, and instead still on the handsome brunette with a raging hard on from half an hour ago. Your legs tingled at the thought of him slurping you up, and just as you close your eyes to try to recollect the feeling, your dirty thoughts are interrupted by the door creaking open. You look over at Mary Eunice, who explains to you that Dr. Arden wishes to do some check ups on some of the patients.

“He’ll get through them all eventually, but it’d be easier for everybody if we got Kit Walker out of the way”, Mary Eunice explained, half rolling her eyes, evident in her voice that he isn’t her favorite.

“Doctor Arden called and said he’d be here in like half an hour, why don’t you go take Walker to his office? He’s less likely to bite you”. The way she talked about him made your chest burn. He was a grown man and not a child or a wild animal that only you could tame. He was a man who expected respect before he gave it back, and she wasn’t willing to give him it. You nod and shove the magazines you collected into her hands, before promptly walking out. It was clear that she wasn’t happy with your attitude, but you didn’t care. Her recent change in character wasn’t on your mind, not when you were minutes away from seeing your Kit again.

You walk to his room and unlock the door. He looks over at you with a blank expression and you force a smile. Without saying anything, you uncuff him from his bed and help him sit up. He looks at you with a puzzled expression, but you stay silent. You cuff his hands together and walk with him to Arden’s office.

When you get there, after a quiet trip, you’re surprised to see his office still locked. You simply unlock it and let yourself in, and lay Kit down on the table. Mary Eunice warned that Dr. Arden wasn’t here yet but on his way, which gave you and Kit some quality time. As you cuff his hands and ankles to the bed, you look at him apologetically. Before you have time to say anything, Kit speaks.

“Listen nurse, you heard Mary, you scrammed, I get it. We woulda got in trouble otherwise.” You smile at him and place your hand on his chest. “I’m not mad at cha, don’t worry”, Kit continued.

“Well… I’m sorry I left you hanging”. You circle your fingers on his chest for a few seconds before confidently walking towards the door and locking it from the inside. Kit looks over at you with his eyebrows furrowed and you lean close to him.

“I’ll make it up to ya”. You say, once again mocking his accent. You leave a tender kiss on his lips and he happily accepts. You waste no time and slide your hand down his chest to his pants and cup him. You run your fingers along his dick in his pants and he gasps against your lips. Excited once again, you flip his gown up and take out his hardening cock. You give him a few pumps before cupping his now swollen balls. You stroke him and squeeze him and he slowly fills the office with soft moans. The idea of Dr. Arden coming any time soon and you having to stop and leave him hanging once again fills you with dread and you jerk Kit off faster. You look at him to make sure he doesn’t feel rushed and his groans suggest he doesn’t mind your new pace.

“You gotta hurry kitten”.

Kit looks at you and tells you off, “Ain’t this my treat? Don’t rush me”. You look at Kit’s smug expression, him rubbing it in your face that you didn’t last long.

“You either cum now, or not at all”. Kit’s once confident expression softens and he looks at you with pleading eyes and whines again. You look at him sternly.

“Dr. Arden might come soon”. Kit opens his mouth to protest, “But-”, but doesn’t finish his sentence. Your eyes widen realizing the mess he might make, and you quickly bend down and wrap your wet lips around his tip and suck on him harshly. He groans and gets harder in your hand.

“Not if I cum first”, he moans.

He groans and wriggles against his restrains before releasing his load in your mouth. You continue sucking on him, his moans urging you to continue. You slide your mouth down him and start sucking him off properly. He looks down at you confused and tries to make out a coherent sentence despite your mouth working on his sensitive cock.

“But I already- oh fuck, -I already came…I can’t cum again”.

You pull your mouth off him and continue pumping him with your hand. You spit on his cock, your filthy action making Kit gasp.

“Wanna bet?”.

You bend down and suck on his balls, as he throws his head back and shuts his eyes tightly shut. After being denied an orgasm an hour ago, his first orgasm came quickly. And now with you sucking his soul out of his body before he had time to come down from his first high, Kit groans and fights against his cuffs harder and sooner. Feeling him twitch you quickly take your hands off him and take as much of him as you can into your mouth. You slide down on him and in his fight against the cuffs, he thrusts and hits the back of your throat, making him cum instantly. You resist the urge to choke and swallow everything he gives you. He slowly starts to come down from his high and you suck him a little longer, until he whimpers making you stop. You pull your mouth from around him with a satisfying pop sound and wink at him. He tries to catch his breath and looks at you tired. As you lean down to kiss his cheek, you both hear a key going in the door. You look at the door and Kit quickly thrusts and motions to his dick. Your eyes widen and you hurriedly put his now soft cock back in his underwear and pull his gown down. Dr. Arden enters the room the second you finish and only sees you run your hand down his gown straightening it out. He greets you both and walks over to his desk to find Kit’s file. Taking opportunity of him looking away, you imitate holding a clip board and whisper to Kit.

“Willingness to eat pussy?”, you look down at Kit and he smiles and mouths ‘ten out of ten’. You pretend to write it down and whisper one last thing to him, before going back to your regular job as a nurse.

“Ability to ejaculate? Ten out of ten”.

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[the-hoziest-archive]

“Can I read you something from my therapy notebooks?”

Bucky looks up from his book, blinking in surprise. He tucks his hair behind his ear and says, “Go for it.”

“Okay,” Steve fidgets with the notebook in his hands, hesitating. He can’t bring himself to open it, though he’d placed a bookmark between the pages he wanted to share with his boyfriend. “Um. Okay, here goes...”

Bucky sets his book aside, bringing his knees to his chest, gaze fixed on Steve, waiting patiently.

Steve takes a deep breath and opens the notebook finally. “It’s about that time we started sparring and broke that lamp?” He looks up briefly to see Bucky nodding, and he feels himself flush to the tips of his ears. “Um, I just wrote about... how I liked it. When we went to the gym and sparred properly.”

Bucky is looking at him funny, the smile on his face a part amused and part perplexed. “Is that it?” he asks.

“Um,” Steve looks down at the words he’d written over a year ago. “Here. Just this page.”

Bucky turns, stretching out his legs and placing his socked feet on the coffee table, allowing for Steve to sit closer to him, curling at his side, head on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky reads the excerpt out loud.

“We went to the gym together, yesterday. We were in our living room, bickering about something, and that turned into sparring, and we broke a lamp. So we went to the boxing rink and beat the shit out of each other. It was fun. It’s always fun. He taught me how to fight in the war. Well, Peggy did first, and then Bucky, when we formed the Howling Commandos. The first time we wrestled, back then, I nearly cracked one of his ribs, ’cause I wasn’t used to the super strength yet. He won’t let me live it down, but I don’t mind, ’cause now I can say, “Hey remember that time you tried to kill me?” and he says, “Nothing could kill you, punk, not even God himself,” and we laugh about it.

I think part of me likes sparring with him because I like seeing him all hot and sweaty. It’s horrible, I know, and I can’t bring myself to share these thoughts with anyone. I’ll keep this secret-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Steve grabs the notebook out of Bucky’s hands, shutting it quickly and holding onto it with an iron tight grip.

Bucky laughs softly. “Jesus, Steve, the nuns did a number on you.”

“Shut up.” Steve mumbles, trying his best to keep his expression neutral, but there’s the hint of a smile pulling the corners of his mouth upward.

“C’mere,” Bucky reaches out, placing his hands over Steve’s and gently prying the notebook away, setting it on the coffee table next to his book. He turns to Steve, angling his body towards him, and leans in until his face is mere inches from Steve’s, waits until he lifts his head and meets Bucky’s eye before he brings their mouths together in a soft, slow kiss. “Thank you,” he breathes out when they break apart.

“For what?”

Bucky shrugs. He climbs onto Steve’s lap, looping his arms around his shoulders. “For sharing a part of your writing with me. I like getting to see what goes on in this head of yours,” he says, pressing his lips to Steve’s forehead. “With permission.”

“Right,” Steve nods solemnly. “Instead of snooping around and going through my personal belongings, you mean.”

“We established that was a happy accident.”

“A total violation of privacy is not a happy accident, Bucky.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Steve, shut up. I’m trying to get you to make me all hot and sexy,” he dips his head and kisses him again, pulling his lower lip between his teeth as he lets go.

“I said hot and sweaty,” Steve says, trying to keep his voice even, not give away the growing interest in his pants. “There’s a difference.”

Bucky lets out a long and weary sigh, dropping his head on Steve’s shoulder. “I swear the way you act... it’s like you don’t even wanna get your dick sucked.”

Steve bursts out laughing, and tightens his arms around Bucky’s middle, picking him up effortlessly as he gets to his feet and starts making his way to their bedroom. “I’ll show you hot and sweaty.”

the og fic

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