Not Me Having Never Seen Or Heard Any Of This Valuable Information I Fucking Love Tumblr Okay But Where

Not me having never seen or heard any of this valuable information 😂😂😂😂 I fucking love Tumblr 😂😂 okay but where do y'all find this information?!? Somebody tell me please

So I was reading through some old Lipstick Ally threads regarding Henry and someone was recounting an old story from a hook up with Henry from years ago and apparently he's noisy in the sheets, moans a lot, he's generally very good and described as a "giver", and apparently big, thick and uncut. He likes to ‘experiment’ in sex. He likes to lead and is dominant but in a gentle way. He likes it ‘gentle’ rough. Girl, I need several moments, I don't think I'm going to get anything done today!

Oh god. I need a moment.

I read something like that long ago in an old message board. Someone said that he is REALLY good in oral and gets off from having a woman squirm and make her come hard. And yes it was also mentioned that he is dominant and kinda rough.

I KNEW my theory of him based on all the Tudors sex scenes is correct and that he is HELLA noisy. Fuck yes, that’s the biggest turn on for me.

And gentle rough basically means that good possessive sex when he bottoms out inside you and grinds you.

💦💦💦💦

Oof daddy...

Netflix and Chilled

Summary: Living in a shared house, you do your best to keep your sexual desires a secret, especially from your attractive floor buddy Henry. But when the heating goes out and you’re both cold, surely watching a movie cuddled under the duvet wouldn’t lead to anything?

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader Henry is a inexperienced Dom, Reader is an experienced Sub.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Friends to Lovers, Oral, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Anal Toys, cum play, body piercings.

I do not run a tag list, instead please follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications. Henry Cavill Masterlist

A/N: This originally started out as a Mikey x Reader story but then i got writers block. That was until i got one helpful comment in particular on AO3 and it inspired me to change it to RPF and make it Henry instead of a character. Thank you AO3 commenter!

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Night Drive

Summary: A midnight drive turns into an absolute nightmare once Henry decides to take what he always craved for.

Pairing: Dark!Henry Cavill x OfC

Word count: 5.2K

Warnings: 18+, Explicit, sensitive content, Non-con, kidnapping, obsession, possessive behavior, degradation, anal play, breeding, dark themes. Please read with caution.  

A/N: So this is my first non-con, I’m nervous and I really hope you’ll like it. if you’re not into these things, please don’t read, I don’t want to trigger anyone. Feel free to read @brexrif​ essay about reading non-con lit’ as a way of healing. 

Many thanks to @agniavateira​ who both beta’d my work and supported me through the process. And @wondersofdreaming​ for encouraging me. 💖

As always, feedback and reblog if you enjoyed it. 

Title: Night Drive

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Hold on is this like a series???? Cause if not i def think it should be @blakerogue this is amazing.

Rena decides to take a breath of fresh air on a late February night. Little did she know, she'd finally meet the creature from her childhood tales.

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter x OFC!Rena (written as 'you').

Content warnings: Horror/Thriller, chase, fear, man in agonising pain, mention of breaking bones, description of werewolf transformation. mention of going into shock, overwhelmed senses(?), description of canine behaviour, werewolf hunting(?), higher power manipulation, raw sex (p in v) with a werewolf, werewolf comforting female, manhandling (a little), masochist Walter, orgasm, cream pie, werewolf bite, mention of blood, mention of claw marks on skin, fluffy ending with soft!Walter.

Authors Note: Thank you @wolvesandhoundshowltogether for you support, help, and feedback. This was edited by me, you may find errors. If you do, hush.

*No permission given to repost, rewrite, translate or copy my work or any part of it and claiming it as your own!

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BAD MOON RISING

In Polish mythology, Porvata is the God of the woods; he has no idol or image; and manifests throughout the primeval forest...

In folklore, a werewolf is a human with the ability to shape shift into a wolf, either purposely or after being placed under a curse...

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Twigs and nature’s rogue spikes slashed at your face and arms as you frantically bolted away from the beast at lighting speed. Your legs where a mere blur of black mist flying and weaving through the forest debris. Razor-sharp thorns nipped at your bare ankles, while serpent-like vines attempted to wrap around your feet and hand you to the beast.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage like a rapid bird trying to escape, yet you didn’t feel the pain it caused you. You couldn’t feel the aching of your cramping muscles as your legs pushed you faster. You couldn’t feel the flames in your lungs, or taste the iron in your dry, panting mouth.

The only thing you could feel, was fear. Not the kind of fear that chilled the fibres in your body into ice, rendering you paralysed. It was the kind of fear that made you flee for your life.

15 minutes earlier

Out for a late night stroll, you hoped to get some fresh air before huddling up on the couch with another angst filled romance novel and a spicy cup of tea. The February evenings where rather nippy, but the trees that made up the forest kept the chilly breeze away. So a long, woollen scarf -in the colours of your appointed Hogwarts house- was all that you needed to keep you toasty.

Happily, you hopped onto an old tree stump, partially covered in moss. Doing a little twirl, you giggled, feeling like a forest fairy. All you needed now was a pair of fern green butterfly wings.

Stepping off the stump, you shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your puffy jacket, and carried on down the path that would soon circle you back home.

Closing your eyes, you listened intently to the songs of nature; the owl hooted his wise tales, the stealthy fox scampered around in the pile of dry leaves, the clever rabbit bounced around avoiding the fox, the graceful trees swept their limbs against their neighbours in the soft breeze up above, and the howling man-

The man?

Your eyes shot open.

A pained yelp snapped your head to the left. The blood drained from your face as you realised you weren’t alone, and someone was hurt. Who else is here? A violent tremor rattled through your body. They may need help. Determination governed your movement, and you began to follow the sickly sound of faint grunts. Veiled by shadows, you prayed to stay unnoticed. Dodging a low branch, you gently tip toed over a mass of fallen twigs. As you brought your head up, your vision met a dark figure. Stopping in your tracks, your fear-stricken, wide eyes took in the sight of the hunched over man.

Dressed in dark attire, he had collapsed to his knees beside a thick tree. His head was tipped down, almost kissing the forest floor as one of his hands gripped firmly at the nest of dark curls cloaking his face. You saw him convulse vehemently before his body stiffened.

The man was big. His shoulders were broad and the thigh visible to you was powerfully thick.

As the clouds parted and full moon illuminated the ground below it, you hunched your body lower to the floor in hopes to stay undetected.

As the silvery light hit his wool-covered, herculean back, you heard the pained grunt as his body rippled with agony. His hand slammed against the bark. The tree he was leaning on screeched in torment as it’s body broke and shattered under the hand of the stranger. The sickly cracks echoed through the forest, while your eyes followed the trail of dark veins tracking up the tree. You felt an icy shiver crawl up your spine.

Your gaze followed the trail of the cracked wood back down to the powerful hand, and you couldn’t help but gasp in terror. Inhumanly sharp, long, black claws had pushed up from beneath the mans nails. They were thick and curved, like the claws on a tiger. A predator.

The mission to stay undetected for as long as possible failed miserably, because even though your gasp was more internal, the large man didn’t miss the slight hitch in a steady breathe (one that he’d mistake for the one of a woodland creature). Abnormally fast, his head snapped in your direction, at a sickly angle. His head was tilted to the side and his neck was bent down. It looked like his head was trying to fuse with his chest. And yet the angle of his skeleton wasn’t the most frightening part. No. What petrified you to your core, were the black, soulless eyes that stared into your soul.

Your body began to tremble and your blood turned ice cold. The blackness filled his entire eye, making it look like you were looking into the deepest, darkest pit of hell.

Your lungs began to burn, you had been holding your breathe for far too long. You tried to breath, but all that came out was a squeak. The man’s body trembled as a beastly snarl erupted from between his teeth. His teeth… Those teeth belonged to a predator, not a man! Sharp points replaced the smooth lines of his teeth. Your body went into shock. Your bones jittered inside your flesh and your started to hyperventilate. While your eyes focused on his teeth, you swore that they got larger and sharper by the second.

As your body threatened to shut down out of pure panic, your eyes caught a glimpse of black lighting strikes crawling up the mans neck. Higher and higher, black coloured his veins, crawled beneath his bushy beard, till they began to cover his flushed cheeks. A violent jolt and the nauseating sound of a broken bone, was all you needed for a kick start.

Slapping the wet leaves beneath you, you threw yourself back under the branch. You scarf caught onto one of the twigs, and in a panicked rush to escape you untwisted it and yanked your head free from its trap.

With a thud, you landed on your rear, your feet pushing you back, further from the man. With a thunderous roar, the man leaped towards you, scrambling at you on all fours, before another snap of bones sent him to the floor with a cry of agony. A cry that sounded human… No, that is not human, you declared.

Pushing yourself up onto your feet, you dashed away from the beast without looking back. You couldn’t risk it.

“AAAAAAHH!!” The final cry turned into a snarl. White smoke puffed from the beasts nose as he panted in exhaustion. Prowling on all four huge, clawed paws, the beasts limbs trembled as his muscles linked back around his previously broken bones. His senses where on overdrive. Every barely auditable rustle sounded like a fog horn to the beasts ears, gentle smells of the primeval forest burned his flared nostrils like fire, and the delicate moonlight blinded his nocturnal eyes like the shine of a thousand suns.

Growling, the beast pawed at his face. Instead of meeting a beard and a soft, dimpled nose, his hand came in contact with a big, hairy snout.

A choked cry left the beasts mouth as he began to understand what had happened. Snarling at his foolishness, his powerful paw slammed to the floor, making a dent in the wet earth bellow.

Rolling his neck, he felt his bones settle in his joints, and he pushed himself up on his hind legs. Standing a few inches taller than he did only a few minutes earlier, the beast focused his senses. Slipping into the skin of the predator, he sniffed at the air. A bitter taste of fear lingered around him. Following his nose, his keen eye inspected the billowing scarf suspended from the branch a few feet ahead of him. He scanned the wool intently as his wolven feet stalked towards it. His head tilted to the side in fascination. Lowering himself down onto all four, his clawed hands gently hit the forest floor. Pushing his body forward, he eagerly sniffed at the scarf, his ears slicked back against his mighty head. A heady scent blinded his mind. The delicate, feminine aroma, paired with the tame cinnamon spice had the beast purring. Shoving his snout further against the soft wool, the beast latched onto your scent. His ears perked up and flicked from left to right, trying to locate your whereabouts. Heavy panting and hammering foot steps caught his attention. There you are. Crawling out from beneath the scarf, the beasts eyes widened. A predatory glint sparkled in his midnight black eyes. With an aroused snarl, the beast bared his pointed teeth, and ran his long tongue over them. Submitting to the hunt, he snapped his jaws at the nippy air and let out a deep bark, before he leaped forward and dashed towards the racing heartbeat and the bitter sweet scent of his prey.

A thunderous roar reverberated through the kingdom of Porvata. Frightened to your very core, you fired a quick glance behind you, in hopes of seeing where the sound came from, because it sounded like it came from everywhere. Your muscles were aching, and the blood rushing through your veins was all you could hear… not the sound of leaping and scampering of a large beast behind you.

He could have so easily caught up with you, so easily took you down, but he held back, he let you run as fast and far as you liked. He was wearing you down. The chase was for more exhilarating for the beast. The adrenaline pumping through your veins sweetened your blood. Making your skin smell so much more fragrant and arousing to him.

You ran until your body could push no more. Your foot slammed into a hefty rock as you tried to leap over it, and you tumbled to floor, wrapping yourself in leaves and twigs as your body rolled across the forest debris.

Scurrying up from the moist earth onto your knees, you looked up. The huge, furry, snarling beast was crouched only a foot or two away from you. “O-oh, g-god,” you stuttered out, your shoulders trembling in now, paralysing fear. The beast, you could have sworn, grinned at your terror. His lips curled up over his pink gums and he bared his canines at you. His tongue flicked out and licked his nose as he grumbled deep in his chest. The fur at his nape bushed up, as did the coat at the base of his spine, where a thick, shaggy tail stood at attention. His claws dug into the earth below him before, slowly, he began to raise himself up. Higher and higher, he stood. His body rolling up with his spine until finally, the beast stood on his hind legs. Tall and proud.

Your mouth fell agape. Your eyes took in the size of the beast. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t mesmerised by the creature. As tall as a bear he was. Below his fur coat, you could see he was covered in thick, powerful muscle. Your core fluttered.

Sniffing at the air, the beasts ears slicked back against his head. His dark eyes scanned you frame, before a low, rumbling growl vibrates from his chest. The noise made your thighs tremble and you breath hitch in the back of your throat. What was that? Taking a slow, calculated step towards you, the beast purred loudly at you. A warm tingle rippled through your body, making you feel like you were being covered in runny honey. A sigh left you lips as the weight of your body slumped into your bones. This feels- “Oh,” you moaned out loud, your eyes closing for a split second at the sensation gliding down your spine.

A beastly growl snapped your eyes open. The beast had come closer. And he was still advancing towards you, slowly.

Shaking your head, you attempted to push your mind out of the misty haze it had been trapped in. Pushing down on the earth, you tried lifting your weight up from the ground, but your body failed to listen. As you brought you feet up into a crouch, the gentle breeze caused you to fall back, landing you on your rear. “Ooft,” you huffed drunkenly. Lifting your heavy eyes back up to the beast, your gaze didn’t go higher than his waist. A fine, girthy cock bounced proudly from the curly forest of fur between the beasts hips, as he prowled towards you. You let out a gasp, a spike of fear clawed dully at your chest. “Succumb to him,” the breeze called, as it danced through your locks.

“Succumb…” you repeated, falling down further into the leaves with your back.

The beasts bubbly, deep purr rattled through your core and your head pressed further into the crisp leaves as your spine arched. Your knees parted and lulled to either side of you, waiting to cradle the beast between them.

Bending his knees, the beast dropped onto all four, and crawled towards your awaiting form. Lowering his head, the beast dragged his snout over the curve of your knee, and trailed his nose down your soft thigh. You could feel the warm puffs of air through your jeans, and you hummed in delight. The beasts nose glided over your mound, and he purred into your skin. You felt his chest vibrate with your knee as he snaked further up your body. Grazing his claws up your thighs, following the trail of his nose, he gripped onto the hem of your jeans firmly. His sharp claws ripped into the material concealing your nakedness from him, before with a harsh yank, he ripped open the front of your jeans and ripping the seems down both sides of your inner thighs. Leaving your cunt on full display, which only added to your yearning. Gasping at the savage behaviour, you clenched around nothing, feeling your arousal trickle down onto the forest floor beneath you.

He growled gently, deep in his throat, as your aroma filled his nose, while he climbed up your torso. He planted one big clawed paw next to your head, and the other beside your waist to keep himself elevated. Out of pure instinct your hand came up to grab is thick, hairy wrist, while the other hooked onto his firm waist.

The beast settled his hips between your thighs and ground his hard cock against your sopping slit. You hummed in delight as your spine arched further up, pressing your heaving breasts against his solid, hairy chest. The beast snarled above you, his strong arm wrapped around your back, locking you in place while his other remained in your grasp. Whining, the beast nipped and licked at your exposed neck with him warm, wet tongue. The lewd action made you sigh in the beasts embrace.

“That’s right, my children,” the breeze hummed, “become one.”

You felt the warm bulbous tip of the beast stroke up and down through your dewy folds, coating himself in your arousal. Your mouth fell agape as you waited for the beast to finally sink into your wet cove. The beast panted against your ear and his arm tightened it’s hold on you, before slowly, he pushed forward. Your eyes tightly sealed shut as you gasped at the intrusion. The beast stretched your walls painfully slow while purring into your ear. The pain became a dull thrum as your mind went fuzzy, and all you could feel were the veins and curve of the beasts cock as it dove deeper and deeper into your cunt. A deep moan slipped from your lips as he fully sank into your heat. An animalistic snarl bared his teeth against your neck as your walls clenched around his shaft.

Gripping your waist, the beast pulled his hips back, slowly drawing himself back out of you, and before you could whine at the loss of fullness he provided, the beast thrust back in to the hilt. Your whine became a yelp, and your thighs snapped tightly around his hips. The beast growled, raising himself up onto his knees, his paws gripped either side of your hips. Keeping your hips flushed together, he lifted your hips up into the air as he ground himself into you. Your whole body aside from you head lifted off the forest floor, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt him press firmly against the sensitive spot inside you. Holding you steady, the beast pulled back his hips, before slid back in with a hard, deep thrust. Keeping up that pace, slow and deep, he used the grip he had on you to pull you back and forth onto his shaft till your thighs were trembling around him and you were panting. Lowering your hips back down onto the ground, the beast curled his arms around the back of your waist, and held you tight as he sped up his attack on your weeping cunt. “Ah, AH!” you howled, your hands gripped the beasts back and you dug your kitten claws into his skin. A pained snarl erupted from behind his teeth and his pace turned punishing. Your pants became cries as you felt your body start to writhe with pleasure in the arms of the beast. A white hot sensation bloomed in your feet. Wrapping your fingers in the beast fur, you tugged hard as the feverish tingle crawled up your calves. The beast roared and slammed hard into you. You felt his shaft thicken inside you as the cold heat tingled across your tense thighs. Your spine arched as far as it could and the searing pleasure rippled through your body in waves. White stars exploded in your vision, blinding you as your cried out into the night sky. With one last mighty thrust, the beast sunk himself as deep as he could inside you, and his thick shaft spurted his creamy release into your pulsing walls. The beast roared one last time as he ground into you, his pubic bone pressed against you sensitive clit and you squealed at the over sensitiveness as you trembled with the aftershocks of your rapture.

Your innocent squeak however, quickly turned into a blood-curdling scream, as the beast bent his head and pierced your skin with his razor sharp teeth. He bit the flesh between you neck and shoulder, and sunk his teeth in deep. You could feel the thick, warm trail of your blood running down your shoulder. Fat, hot tears spilled down your temple, as your hand latched around the beast ear and tugged hard. The beast yelped but didn’t let up. You wailed at the pain and your voice turned deep. Inhumanly deep, like you had something stuck in your throat. Snapping your eyes open, your vision was red and a powerful feeling rushed through your veins like you had just been given an electric shock. It made you feel alive. The breeze picked up it strength, and howled in your ears. It almost sounded like a cry.

The beast unlocked his jaw, and let out a fierce roar that shook every tree to it’s core. With a thundering roar of your own… you joined him.

…

Waking up from your slumber, you blinked the blurry sleep out of your eyes. Pressing your face into your pillow, you stretched your legs out, taking the top of the duvet off your shoulder. You hummed happily at the sound of the radio softly playing in the background.

“I see the bad moon a-rising.” Your body sank back into the mattress for another 5 minutes.

“I see trouble on the way.” Your ears picked up a soft rustling a few feet behind you.

“I see earthquakes and lightning.” You would have dismissed the rustling for your cat’s mischief.

“I see bad times today.” But your nose picked up the mouth watering scent of freshly baked bread and soothing rosemary. One you could not ignore.

“Don't go around tonight. Well, it's bound to take your life. There's a bad moon on the rise.” Turning around to face the cabin, you quickly realised that this bed did not belong to you. A comforting scent of pine and cloves surrounded you like a heavy blanket. Confusion furrowed your eyebrows, as your gaze fell on the broad, naked back of a very tall, bear-looking man. Standing across the room at the kitchen counter, he busied himself with something in front of him. The firm muscle plastered across his shoulders rippled with tension as he moved his arms.

“I hear hurricanes a-blowing.” You pushed you body up, sitting cross legged on the bed as you observed the man. A dark, messy mane of curls covered the top of his head and tickled his nape.

“I know the end is coming soon,” the mans soft, deep rumble hummed along to the radio. A smile tugged at your lips. The manly drawl of his song made your bones feel weak.

“Don't go around tonight,”he sang. He seemed so care-free with you, a stranger in his bed. Your eyes glided down the mans bare back, admiringly. “Well, it's bound to take your life.” His skin was pale. And he was built strong. “There's a bad moon,” your gaze drifted down to the angry red claw marks on the base of his back, and it hit you, “on the rise.” The beast. Your heart stuttered.

The song began to break up and the radio began to crackle. You held your breath. Turning around, the man reached for the antenna and twiddled it till the song came back and the crackling ceased. You took in his feature. He was beautiful. His eyebrows were thick and bushy, just like his beard. His skin was smooth, and as pale as the moon herself… he looked tired. Purple decorated the soft slopes bellow his round eyes.

The soft instrumental sections filled the cabin. The memory rushed back. Your hand reached up to your neck, caressing your skin, you felt no wound, no blood, no pain. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. How? Your movement caught the eye of the shirtless man. He turned his head in your direction. Without a word, his azure eyes scanned your form. You felt a delicate tingle under your skin where his gaze landed. He was calm, and seemed please with his observation.

It all started to make sense. The breeze, the haze, the bite, and this connection.

Grabbing the plate from the counter top, he gingerly made his way toward the bed. You felt strangely at ease in his presence. A complete contrast to how you had felt last night.

Cautiously, the man perched himself on the end of the bed, half expecting you to scurry away. When you didn’t, the corner of his lips twitched into a small smile. He placed the plate in your lap. Cottage cheese and jam was swirled atop two slices of rosemary bread. Your stomach grumbled in acceptance as your mouth watered. “I’m Walter,” he broke the silence. The drone of his voice made you shiver. His wide eyes gazed into your soul, and you could swear you could hear the thump of his heart. It was fast. The deep wrinkles on his forehead that he got from raising his eyebrows at you like a puppy, had you melting into a puddle of adoration. A low rumble rolled off your tongue, surprising Walter as you saw his cheeks flush. He looked a little uncomfortable. He was waiting on your reaction. Probably expecting the worst. You stifled a giggle. “Rena,” you extended your hand out for him to shake. Confusion flashed across his face, and a little uneasily, he clasped his large hand around your much smaller one, and shook it hesitantly. Was he afraid of you? “No. Well, maybe a little,” he spoke bashfully. Wait.

“Trust him,” the light breeze echoed through the cabin while wind hissed outside. That’s when it hit you. The myths, the curse. Oh, Walter...

“Weird circumstances, huh?” you asked, a sheepish smile on your face.

Walter chuckled, and a small smile brightened up his face. Your heart warmed at the sight. “Weird is an understatement,” he huffed, rubbing his hands together nervously. You reached your arm out and held his hand. Looking into his eyes, you gave him a warm smile. We’re in it together now. Walter sighed in relief, his shoulders sagged, releasing the tension they had been holding.

“There's a bad moon on the rise,” whistled the wind.

Sinful!Henry waking you up with an orgasm.

Summary: Ever so in love with you, he can’t hold back and decides to please you even in your sleep.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (2nd person POV)

Words: 650

Warnings: 18+, RPF, smut, somnophilia, fingering, female orgasm, male erection, hinted sexual intercourse, savouring on bodily fluids, body worship, male POV, Freya’s use of poetic sex metaphors.  

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

N/A: Decided to try something different, told from a male pov while it’s still reader inserted. Not beta’d; we die with our typos like August getting hit with a hook, falling off a cliff and crashing into an explosion. Divider by @firefly-graphics 

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

Midnight Glow.

The shades of a midnight glow veiled you, slumber an unjust kiss that kept you away from my bewildered gaze. Leaning on my forearm to watch you sleep, I was in awe, but of course, forever will I be taken by your deity.  

My dear love. My definition of beauty. 

Not wishing to wake you from your sleep, I carefully reached a knuckle to brush upon your cheek - the surface of your skin so supple it felt like silk. The faintest flutter waved through your lashes, and a dark crease parted your lips though you did not wake.

"Are you dreaming?" I whispered while carefully, my hand glided below the blanket shielding your perfect body. God, your flesh simmered below my palm as if my trail left a path of blazing flames behind it. I took your left breast and gave it a light squeeze, my thumb massaging your hardening nipple, making the beat of your heart quicken, and a shudder of breath left your quivering lips.

"Are you dreaming about us?"

A part of me wanted to wake you, to sink between your parted legs and make slow love to you, but I couldn't resist the temptation of bringing you to ecstasy within the tendrils of a delirium. 

My hand continued to survey down the valley of your torso, following the warmth calling me from between your thighs. I leaned closer with my upper body, almost hovering from above while two long fingers parted your soft petals, and my thumb found the jewel hidden at your apex. I wanted to breathe in the silent moans that escaped your lips as slowly my thumb began to draw languid circles over your clit. 

The moan that cracked from your throat thrummed through my lungs, and just then, I felt dew pooling at the honeyed crease that longed for my penetration. 

"I love you," I uttered and kissed below your eyes. The pillowy pads of my digits traced the seams of your dripping slit, raking the smooth wetness on and on before entering your succulent cove.

Little wrinkles formed in your brow. You moaned even harder, your entire body writhing and coiling, spine rising from the matters with the invasion of my fingers into your heavenly cunt. It almost seemed as if you would levitate, possessed by the spirits of pleasure I provoked within you. In and out, I continued to tease your clit by my thumb and pumped in you, my cock stirring in unfulfilled desire to conquer while your hot canal milked around my fingers.     

Hanging between fantasy and consciousness, you bucked your hips into my hand and called by my name. 

"Henry..."

Enamoured, I entered you knuckles-deep, pressing into the sensitive spot that made you quake with rapture. Finally, your beautiful eyes flared open, your mouth did too as your pussy clamped around me. I could feel you spasming against my hand, the tidal convulsion of your ecstasy spurring before you fell back to pillow gasping with astonishment. 

"Good morning...?" you panted, looking at me semi-amused and semi-stunned.

Leaning in, I drank the mead of your lips and brushed my nose over yours. 

"Actually, it's the middle of the night..." I retorted with a sheepish grin and then slowly slid my fingers out and brought your elixir to my mouth. 

Your sharp fangs grazed the pillow of your bottom lip as I savoured on your taste. Impressed by my devotion, you ran your hands down my abdomen, weaving through the hair of my body. 

"Then why did you wake me?" 

"Couldn't sleep again," I shrugged and groaned as I felt your nails scratching below my navel.

"Well, it seems like someone else is up. Should I... fuck you to sleep?"

I smiled groggily and flipped onto my back, letting you climb onto my body and take the reins.

The last thing we were going to do tonight was sleep. 

The Reunion

Summary: A long time ago the three of you could never be apart. Tonight you will be closer than ever.

Prompt: 

My mind went straight to sharing a truck and sharing a lover.

Pairing: Syverson x Reader x Walter. (No ethnic or body type description)

Words: 1.6K (for fuck sake I don’t know how, it’s utter rubbish)

Warnings: 18+, sex, double penetration, threesome sex, anal, vaginal, mentions of alcohol, a very brief mention of high school bullying, biting, unprotected sex, love triangle, slight jealousy, creampie, anal creampie, slight anal play, femDom if you blink, somewhat size kink though the reader’s body type is not mentioned, they are just two huge men.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own.

A/N: So take my migraine, a panic attack and a tendency to write trashy smut and this is what you get. Not beta’d. Sorry if it’s terrible.

The Reunion

It was always the three of you; The Bull, The Bear and their benevolent queen. Decades past since the day you first met - and still, the memory sat sharply in your heart.

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