Tame Me If You Can. (Captain Syverson X You)

Tame Me If You Can. (Captain Syverson x You)

Description: Being a beauty with brains, you had enjoyed attention your whole life. So when your neighbour Captain Syverson didn't give in to your charms and brat behavior, refusing to follow you around like a puppy as all the other guys did, the man really started to get on your nerves. And then all of a sudden he just went off to war one day?! Like. Seriously, how dare he?! But now he is finally back and this time around, you are not sure if you can hold back the pent up frustration for much longer. 

Type: Oneshot. 

Disclaimer: I do not own the character Captain Syverson. Contains dark content, you've been warned. This is all fiction and fantasy. Minors do not interact. 

Warning(s): Dash of breeding kink, spit kink, biting, scratching, spanking, brat!reader, brat!tamer Syverson, degradation, manhandling, size kink, age gap (Y/n is a uni student), begging, overstimulation, obvi Dom!Sy, Sub!You (female reader), hair pulling, inspection kink, humiliation, slightly sadistical Sy (?), fingering, cunnilingus, cum play, idk filthy shit. 

Note: I feel like this is a mess but lmao so am I so it's fine ig. Anyways Captain Syverson is a brat tamer who likes it the nastiest it can get and you cannot convince me otherwise thank you.

"Basement, thank you" Captain Syverson sometimes couldn't help his habit of giving out commands even when it wasn't needed or in some cases, welcomed. His teeth trapped a small bit of his bottom lip in between them to confine the smile that was threatening to dominate his features because he knew exactly what was coming next. 

"Don't tell me what to do, this isn't your barracks or whatever" you shot back before rolling your eyes and huffing, begrudgingly punching in the button despite the brat in you telling you to press some other floor purely out of spite. But the laundry basket in your hands would just make you look like an idiot and there was only one of that in this elevator and that wasn't you. 

"Sorry, ma'am" your fists curled at his nonchalant words and you rolled your eyes. 

Just how hard was it for him to give you the attention you craved and quite frankly deserved? Why didn't he follow you around the apartment complex like a lost puppy running your errands for you like the other guys?! 

Other guys that you didn't even want! 

"Your minions didn't do your laundry for you while you were busy saving the world?" You shot his basket a dirty look, scoffing and waiting for him to respond -give in- like your parents always did before handing you whatever it was that you desired. 

The elevator dinged as the doors slid open, granting you access to the basement where there was a common laundry in the middle of the huge space with the storage cells along the sides. Your nostrils flared up when Sy simply snorted at your attempt to provoke him before stepping out of the elevator, once again denying you the attention you so desperately craved as he entered the area with you in tow. 

You couldn't take it anymore, not that you'd ever admit it yourself. Sy had attracted you the first time you saw him with his laid back and composed demeanor, offering you no more than friendly smiles in the hallways and elevators whenever you would run into each other, giving you just enough to stay hooked but not enough so that you were satisfied. 

Being the person that you were, -although you would never admit it to yourself- that became the reason why you would then go on a journey to try to start shit with him every chance you got, failing each time when he'd handle it like an adult while treating you in a way that would make you feel no older than a whiny child instead of giving you the kind of attention you wanted. 

Just what kind of attention you wanted from him you didn't know either and instead of figuring it out like the adult that you were, you had resorted to doing what you did best; bratting. 

"That's it!" You huffed and tossed your basket on the floor before stomping across the room to the washing station Sy was using, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips. "What are you doing?!"

"Huh…?" Taking one earbud off, the military raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to repeat the words his music had blocked out. 

"Ugh!" You snatched his iPod away, only succeeding because he wasn't expecting it. "What is your problem, huh?! What are you doing?!" Slamming the gadget down on one of the washing machines, you turned towards Sy to glare back up at him. 

"Doing my laundry, ma'am…?" His obliviousness fired you up even more. 

"No you're very obviously not!" The man bit his lip at how loud your voice was, taking a silent deep breath to maintain his composure. 

"I am not?" 

"No!" 

"Then what is it that you think I am doing?" Your breath hitched and defiance wavered the moment he placed his hand on the machine next to you and leaned down to get a better look at you, nonchalant to the proximity between your bodies. 

"Y- You… you…" Raising an eyebrow, Sy encouragingly nodded, waiting for you to finish. "Y- You're annoying me!" 

"I am sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am. I will try not to do that" giving you a brief apologetic nod, the man reached for his iPod as his body leaned back to his full stature again. 

"Is it really that fucking hard for you to see?! Are you gay?!" Sy wasn't born yesterday. In fact, he was born a great deal before you. 

Of course he knew. The entire apartment complex did. You did a good job at making your little crush as obvious as it could get. 

He just wanted you to give in and say it. Straightening brats like you was his favorite leisure. 

"See what?" You felt like screaming at this point. He couldn't possibly be serious. 

"You know what, Syverson?" Before rational thoughts and reason could stop you, your smaller hand had already fisted his tank up from the middle as you pulled him towards you -only succeeding because he leaned in himself- before standing on the tips of your toes. "Fuck it." The moment your lips crashed against his and your upper lips got tickled by his beard, you moaned. 

His minty breath tasted so good. 

Your approach was enough to set Syverson off as his bigger and rough hands grabbed at your hips, roughly groping them before he pulled you closer to his hard chest, pushing his tongue in your mouth and exploring the wet cavern. 

The pent up sexual frustration had you both grabbing and clawing at each other wherever you could reach, hungrily eating at each other's mouths and exchanging breaths while your hips grinded together. 

"Fuck-" you panted against his mouth when you had to unwillingly break apart for air at last, whimpering when your body was manhanlded to press against one of the machines. "So you did fucking want me too!" Rolling your eyes, you pushed at his shoulders. "So much for acting all cool and uninterested."

Sy chuckled as his hands felt your body all over. "Rule number one of dealing with brats," flipping you over and pushing down on your upper back so now you were bent over the gadget, a loud squeak escaped you when a sharp spank landed on your ass, causing one of your feet to shoot up in defense. "Don't give them attention" the hairs on your nape rose when he pulled your head back by wrapping one hand around your hair and near his lips before whispering words in your ear from behind, the other one fondling your clothed ass. 

"That's fucking bullshit" another squeak escaped you when a sharper slap accompanied the previous one on your other ass cheek. 

"Watch your language, you brat" rough fingertips hooked in the hem of your short shorts, pausing briefly in their stance for your consent and only stripping the bottom half of your body nude when you nodded and pushed your ass back towards his body. "Now what do we have here" heat pooled up in the base of your stomach as you felt your ovaries flip, goosebumps forming on your skin as he ran his rough fingers down the length of your legs. 

"Mmmm~" you moaned, loving how controlled and small you felt for once where your bratting wasn't being given into, cheeks burning in sweet humiliation when another punishing spank landed on your ass, tiny drops of arousal climbing their way down your entrance. 

"Is this cute ass all mine?" The back of your thighs trembled when you felt Sy spread your legs even more, pulling open your slightly sore cheeks to a point where you felt a slight stretch in your pucker before he took a quick sniff of your sex like an animal, the action making you gasp in surprise as sweat broke out on your skin due to the sensation of his facial hair tickling the skin of your bare behind. "Is it?" Another spank landed when you failed to respond as you were too busy biting back your moans. 

"Y- Yes! Yes! It is!" You whined shamelessly, pouting as you slightly swayed your hips the best you could in his beast-like grip, trying to find yourself some stimulation. 

"Hmm, look at this cute little pucker" Sy chuckled, tracing the said hole and adjusting his crouching position when the tent inside his pants started to poke against its restraints uncomfortably. "And this wet little cock pocket" your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he pushed past your squishy folds and teased your entrance that had only ever been violated by your fingers or a dildo. "Aw, it's blinking for me" your cheeks warmed up in embarrassment. "How cute and surprisingly obedient." 

"Stoop!" You huffed and kicked one of your feet. "Gimme more!" 

Sy cocked an eyebrow, distancing himself from your body before standing back up. "You think you call the shots here?" His laugh was full of mock and disbelief as he landed a set of painful spanks against your ass, gulping down the bile forming in his throat when you yelped and gasped with each hit, Sy grabbing your hair once more when he was satisfied with the dark pink appearing on your skin as a result of the spanking. 

Your arms trembled and jolted away from their place when you felt his warm breath against your ear again, head tipped back to hear him loud and clear by the help of your own hair. "You seem to be mistaken, slut." A strangled cry escaped your dry throat when he squeezed one of your freshly spanked cheeks painfully hard, pressing his teeth down on the skin of your shoulder until you cried once again, murmuring a plea. "Pathetic brats like you don't get to decide what happens to them." His words were harsh in your ear as he grinded his hips against your sore ass, his hard bulge stroking your crack, one hand stroking the inside of your thigh as the other pinched one or your nipples over your shirt. "They welcome whatever comes their way and thank their Master."

"S- Sorry, Sy" you whimpered, the brat backing down because of how powerless you felt against him, slightly turning your head to try and reason with him by using your puppy eyes. "P- Please, more… Need more" this time it was your pussy lips that suffered a painful pinch before scolding words followed. 

"It's sir for brats like yourself, tsk. You really need some training" shaking his head, Syverson spanked you one last time before flipping you back over to face him. "Look at you, so dumb. Still wearing a shirt in front of your Master like a thing such as yourself deserves any form of dignity" your insides were burning from his nasty words, not even your dirtiest fantasies ever having included this. 

But you'd be lying if you said you were complaining. The liquid flowing down your petals was evidence of your arousal. 

"S- Sorry, sir" without thinking twice, you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it away, panting as your heart threatened to burst through your ribcage, the thumping in your pussy sending its ripples all the way up to your belly and down to your knees. 

"Hm. Not half bad" Syverson nodded as he took a hold of both your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples and fingers softly massaging the cushions of flesh. "Tsk, look at you. So shameless and pathetic. All nude in front of me like this in some basements. Such a whore you are, Y/n." His words made you realise the contrast between you two. 

Where Syverson was still fully clothed, you were a heaving and panting nude sweaty mess covered in your own juices. 

"But then again, isn't that why brats like you act up? So they can be stripped down to nothing like they're supposed to be and fucked back intheir rightful place, huh-"

"Then quit your fucking yapping and get to it, why don't you? Talking all big game like you know everything yet standing there like a fucking bitch while just running your mouth like this is your fucking barracks or some shit" you shot back, rolling your eyes and huffing, only not yet knowing that you really shouldn't have challenged him like this. "Just shut up and fuck me already before you've to fucking run off to war for months again, Jesus!" 

You had had enough of his fucking games. 

Syverson's eyes darkened. "Want to be fucked, huh?" 

"No fucking shit, Sherlock." You rolled your eyes again before letting out a loud gasp when you were thrown over his shoulder the very next moment. 

"Oh, I'll fuck you alright." Tapping your warm ass in a promising manner, the man punched his floor number on the elevator, a new kind of quietness present in his tone. Like a calm before a storm. "Also want me to fuck a baby in you, huh? So you know who you belong to when I am not home? So instead of whoring around while your man is at war you look at that growing bump and remember who's seed is growing inside you?" He had actually retired this time around but you didn't have to know that, yet. 

Frustrating you was Captain Syverson's favorite game.

"If you still have it in you, ancient one, sure." A giggle left you when he growled and punishingly bit the side of your thigh, heavy footsteps almost shaking the entire floor as he neared his apartment. 

"You need some serious discipline." Clicking his tongue in distaste, Sy placed you on his bed once you were the inside the foreign apartment and inside the master bedroom, the man kicking his shoes off and crawling on top of you before you could brat anymore, capturing your lips in his and moving you to the middle of the bed, one of his hands manhandling your thighs apart as his body fit itself in the middle. "Mouthy whores are no good."

"Oh yeah?" You challenged dumbly, resting your body on your elbows as a shaky wince left you, shudders gliding down your back one by one when his fingers brushed against your privates. "And what are you gonna do about it, Captain?" Sy snorted to himself knowingly, pushing you until your back was flat against the mattress only to make it arch up towards the ceiling when your folds were provided the friction they so desperately desired. 

Fuck. The man did it so well and better than you. His rough obviously uncared for fingers were much rougher and thicker than your softer and nimble ones, rubbing you in swift circles. 

"O- Ohhh… fuck!" Your left leg trembled as you stared at the ceiling, mouth parted as your torso pushed against the military's face who was kissing and sucking at the tender skin of your chest. "Oh… oh… I am close~!" Having not a lot of experience, you were already chasing your dawning orgasm, hips bucking up in the anticipation of the approaching bliss. 

"Cum" Syverson was slurping his own spit back up from one of your nipples, circling his tongue around it before biting down on the nub, making you cry out as your brain registered faint aches on your chest which were the result of the hickies the older had decorated your skin with. "Cum for me!" A strangled cry escaped you before your insides felt as if they bloomed, the relief of your arousal washing over you from being rubbed alone. 

A few moments passed as you stared at the ceiling, blinking away the stars in your vision while your hips that had subconsciously started to grind against his fingers slowed their movement until they eventually came to a halt. 

"W- What…?" You groggily blinked and looked down when your insides recoiled in defense and legs tried to close in response to your swollen clit still being stimulated but this time dangerously close to your opening. "S- Stooop~" you whined, not really meaning it as a faint torch ignited somewhere in your belly again, lips puffing into a pout when one of Sy's hands firmly pushed your thigh away from his face, causing you to whine out.

"Stop? But I thought you wanted to be fucked." The man innocently tilted his head to the side, totally not looking like a person pushing his first digit inside you would look as the humiliating squelch your pussy made got overshadowed by the yelp you let out, ass trying to move away from the military. 

"S- Sy-" you stopped when he shot you a warning look in form of a wicked and twisted smile, massaging the walls of your damp and tight cavern with his middle finger. "I mean- s- sir~" you pouted and let out another whine, feeling your sweat glands pour out cold liquid all over your body. 

"Don't tell me you've already had enough when I've barely even started?" Sy chuckled at you in disbelief, adding another finger as his thumb started drawing shapes on your folds, causing you to let out a strangled moan as you tried to move away again but who were you kidding, the man was thrice your size! "Wow, you sure are all talk for someone who mocks others for talking big game."

You didn't know whether to ask him to stop or beg him for more at this point. Conflicted between the rising heat between your legs and sweet but punishing sensation inside your walls, you were still trying to decide what you wanted -like Syverson cared- when you felt a blob of his spit land on your overstimulated flesh. 

"W- Wha- ohhh~" your eyes fluttered shut as your head fell back on the soft mattress, fingers gripping the sheets as your toes curled, mouth forming an 'O' which was followed by your hips bucking up when you felt the first swipe of his long tongue lap at the liquid. 

"They better not close" Syverson warned you in a deep and commanding voice, his usual gentle demeanor nowhere in sight as he warningly tapped your cold thigh with his free hand before moving it up north to toy with your breasts, mouth joining his fingers on your overstimulated pussy as he lapped and sucked at the juices and liquids, working you up for his cock because your tiny hole was to rip otherwise.

"O- Oh… oh, please!" You'd never been treated like this before. Both so dominated and pleasured. While the overstimulation made your organs want to double over and shrink, the pleasure building past them as Syverson kissed and sucked at the skin while jabbing three of his fingers all the way up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, his beard tickling your cheeks and petals had you nibbing on your lips in anticipation, heart hammering against its cage. 

An incoherent train of loud whines, moans, pleads, shudders, praises and cries was departing from your lips every moment as you gasped and panted for air, yelling out a profanity when you felt Sy's tongue replace his fingers inside your tight ring of muscles that was more flexible now, still trying to clench around the oral muscle to try and defend the invasion, your eyes hitting the back of your head and chest jutting upwards when you felt the tip of his tongue tickle your special spot.

"OH, FUCK! PLEASE, FUCK!" You shrieked, feeling your stomach flip as your vision blackened once again, the only sensation your body being able to make out the merciless thrusting of Sy's tongue as it fucked you deep and dumb, one of his thumbs abusing your labia the fastest it could, free hand holding your hysteric body down against the mattress by his palm laying flat on your belly. 

By the time Syverson pulled his tongue out after making sure your high had subsided, your hearing had been dominated by a faint whistling, whatever he was saying not really audible to you as you could make out his face as he peppered kisses all over your mouth, giving your lips a long and elaborate lick where he traced their shape. 

"Look at how good you taste, pet" the name didn't fail to tickle your worked up insides as he pushed his cum covered digits in your mouth, watching your flushed and tear stained face smugly as his free hand now worked to unleash his raging hard on. 

You weakly sucked on his digits, whining around them as your eyebrows came together when you felt his wet tip against your entrance. Syverson had distracted you with his little punishment so well that you'd completely forgotten about his cock that your body was both hesitant but at the same excited to take as that had been the main goal all this time. 

"H- Hurts, sir~" you whimpered when his fingers finally unplugged your mouth to allow you to breathe. 

"Oh, I know, my precious bunny" Sy tenderly stroked the hair pieces which were sticking to your face that he adored so much away, his smile so sweet that one would forget that he was about to absolutely destroy them with his cock. "And so there is a little lesson here then, no?" A hiss left you as your shaky hands grabbed at his strong arms, nails pressing into the hard skin when his hips dipped and in went his cock, pushing open your numb walls to make way for itself, the bulging veins pressing soft dents against the flesh. "A lesson to not fucking challenge me."

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Yes, professor

A/N: I watched Sandcastle. I’m ruined.

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Pairings: College!Professor!Cap. Syverson x female reader (no descriptiors)

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI, please), p in v, fingering, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, creampie, unprotecetd sex, language, age gap (reader is over 18)

Everybody knew Professor Syverson. There wasn’t a soul on campus, who didn’t - even the new students knew about him, and hushed whispers about him rang through the halls at all times.

Mostly the women talked about his thighs, his arms and his crooked smile. He was a retired captain from the army and got a tenure to teach modern history 1 at your college, and had apparently made the entire faculty and student body lose their collective minds.

You hadn’t been to a class of his yet, but you knew him. He was a force in the hallways, a big, somewhat scary demeanour that made people in the halls part like the red sea. He was handsome in that brooding, bulking way and you had spotted him several times having to go through doorways sideways. He terrified you slightly. A lot of people also said he was a hard professor, both to impress but also in his teachings - he took no shit, no being late, nothing and you had wondered if the military ever really left anybody.

So when your finally got your classes for this semester, you had groaned and instantly regretted to take the stupid class in the first place, but when you signed up, i was professor Castle who had taught, a gentle, sweet man in his late 50’s.

You decided to at least try to join a class or two before asking to be transferred to another class. There was no reason to write it off before you’d even tried it.

The only problem now? You were late. By ten minutes. You had rushed through the halls, chest heaving and now, as you stood in front of the door to the lecture hall, you were seriously considering just skipping it.

Instead you grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, stepping inside and hurried to an empty seat - which, of course, only was on the front rows. Wonderful.

“Miss Y/L/N, did you not read my mail?” His voice rang clear as day through the hall. It was stern and dark, and he hadn’t even looked up from his papers. You grimaced and sat down, wondering briefly how he knew your name before remembering his list of students - you were probably the only one who wasn't present as he called out names.

“Sorry.” “Not good enough. I’ll let it slide for this time…” He looked to you, stopping himself mid sentence as his eyes roamed your chest and face, a devious smile playing at the corner of his lips. “But I’ll need you to see me in my office after hours.” You nodded and bit your lip. Great, not even a week into the semester, and you were already going to get written up.

“Think you can manage getting there on time?” Your face was burning.

“Yes, sir.” “Good girl.” Your breath hitched at the voice it almost sounded like praise and his southern drawl made his voice smoother than whiskey.

“Now, back to the Second Congo War…”

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You had been writhing in your seat during the full lecture. He kept glancing at you, that fucking smile on his lips, exposing his teeth slightly and it made you feel hot every time you saw a flash of his fucking fangs. He must’ve known how you were feeling, because he constantly called on you and you were wildly unprepared for a quiz.

His arms were bulging against the buttoned, light blue shirt he was wearing, and a part of you wondered if a quick movement would rip the fabric in half as he crossed his arms and leaned against the desk in the middle of the room. You kept zoning out, focusing more on his arms, thighs and that one goddamn vein in his neck that kept popping out.

He had caught you staring a few times and each time, a smirk had graced his lips and he had cleared his throat, making your cheeks burn and you to look down as quickly as you could.

“Alright, get caught up to the reading, I’ll have your goddamn heads if you show up unprepared tomorrow. Y/L/N, down here.” He said as the class finished beckoning you down with a finger, his eyes on the papers on the table. You walked down to him, painfully aware of your bare legs and the triangle of slick that had gathered in your underwear during class.

“Ms. Y/L/N.” He looked at you with a lifted eyebrow. “I don’t tolerate students being late.” He said, sitting down and crossing his leg over his knee, leaning back - he looked fucking dangerously sinful. “I’m sorry, I got lost in the hall…” You started. “I don’t care. If I have class, you’re here.” You nodded. “If I call your name, you better answer correctly, darlin’, or I’ll have your ass.” You felt your cheeks heat up yet again. “Yes, sir.” His eyes gleamed. “My office. 30 minutes.” He dictated and you didn’t dare do anything else but nod again. “Yes, sir.”

He dismissed you with a wave of his hand and you quickly left, cheeks on fire and an unsettling heat in your stomach.

You went straight to the bathroom, splashing water on your face and adjusted your shirt. “Get it the fuck together.” You whispered to yourself before rushing to the cafeteria and bought a bottle of water, chugging it and glanced at the clock. You might as well be early.

You sat on the wooden chair outside of his office, watching the time tick away, and a minute before time was up, you stood, smoothed your skirt down, drew a deep breath and knocked.

“Yes?” His voice rang out. You walked inside and shut the door behind you. “Lock it.” You followed orders, although you were unsure why.

He had shed his blue shirt and sat in a tattered Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt that splayed across his chest - it looked like it was about to pop at the seams.

“Sit.” You did and looked at him, your hands folded in your lap. He let his eyes wander your body, resting shortly at the swell of your breasts. He stood up and leaned over the desk, his face inches from yours. He was intoxicating, his blue eyes hard and a scent of harpics and pine lingered over him.

“Do you know why you’re here?” He asked in a brash voice. You nodded and he narrowed his eyes. “Words.” He practically spat at you.

“Yes, sir.” “Why?” You shifted a little in the chair, and felt your skirt ride up - you saw his eyes quickly dart to the exposed skin.

“I was late.” He hummed and stepped around the desk to stand against it in front of you. “And?” You frowned. And what? “I’m sorry?” He crossed his arms.

“And you weren’t focused or prepared for class.” You sighed. “I’m really sorry, I had an off day, and I…” You trailed off at the glare he sent you. He pushed off of the desk and placed his hands on the chair, capturing you in between his arms.

“I don’t care if you watched your dog die in front of you, you either tell me you aren’t prepared or aren't showing up, or you. Fucking. Show. Up.” His voice was dangerously low.

“Yes, sir.” He drew a deep breath and sent you a smirk that made you squeeze your thighs together - which didn’t go unnoticed by him. He chuckled darkly.

“Am I making you feel some type of way, Y/L/N?” you bit your lip. “Sir, I’m…” He swallowed hard, eyes trained on your heaving chest. “I saw how you were looking at me during class.” He stated. You nodded, not bothering to lie or deny. “You have a dirty mind, Y/N?” He asked in a low voice, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue made you shiver.

“Yes.” “Yes, what?” His hand was on your arm now. “Yes, sir.” He grinned dangerously and dipped his head to yours, lips almost touching. “Good girl.”

In a fraction of a second, he had you on your feet, turned you around and pushed you against the desk, his hands on your chest - you mewled at the feeling of his rough fingers tugging harshly on your pointed nipples, and his fingertips travelled quickly from your clothed nipples to the top of your shirt. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Are you attached to this shirt?” “Uhm, a little…” He ripped it straight down the middle and smiled wickedly at you. “Not anymore.” Now, with your breasts free, he attacked you again, fingers nimbly rolling and tugging your nipples as your head fell back and you moaned.

“You’re a fucking dirty girl, aren’t you?” He whispered, letting one hand wander down to the edge of your skirt, inching it up.

“If you don’t want this, you better fucking tell me now, because I aint goin’ back after going up here.” He grumbled, the tips of his fingers grazing your heat. You groaned. “I want this, sir.” You moaned, arching your back.

“You’re fucking dripping.” He rumbled and pushed you to sit on the desk, spreading your legs and pushing your thong to the side, slipping a finger inside of you and without pause, he started to pump his finger, curling it against your g-spot.

You felt dirty, halfway laying, halfway sitting on his desk, spread out in front of him, as his mouth found your nipple - you groaned and rolled your hips against his fingers, the sound of your wet, throbbing pussy almost filling the room.

“Shit…” He said, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look at him as he added another thick finger, his eyes boring into yours.

“You want to be fucked by your professor?” he asked lowly, dragging against your walls. You nodded and he pounded his fingers in you, making you gasp soundlessly. The palm of his hand rested on your clit, pressing down on it and your legs twitched around him, close to falling into pleasure. “What did I fucking tell you, dirty girl?” He growled, pressing harder down on your clit as he impaled you on his fingers. “Fuck!” You couldn’t focus on what he wanted from you, feeling yourself teetering on the edge, almost exploding in pleasure. “Use. Your. Fucking. Words.” Every word was punctuated by another deep plunge into you.

“Yes! Yes, fuck me, please!” You gritted through your teeth. “Want to come on my fingers, darlin’?” he almost commanded you to do it. “Yes…” “Yes, what?” He growled. You rolled your hips against him, every nerve in you was on fire.

“Fuck, yes, sir!” He picked up the pace and bit your bottom lip, pulling at it slightly before letting it go and his eyes burned into you.

“Come for me.” You exploded around his fingers, feeling yourself gush over his fingers as you moaned and writhed under him, riding your orgasm out on his fingers shamelessly.

He didn’t give you time to come down, but slid his fingers out from you and grabbed your hips, lifting you from the desk and turning you over, bending you over the desk as he pushed your skirt up, bundling it on your hips and pushed your chest down into the cool wood.

“You’re dripping for me, huh?” He whispered. You moaned as you heard his zipper go, and your body tensed in anticipation.

“I’m goin’ to fucking punish you now.” He growled, his hand falling on your exposed ass, eliciting a squeal from you. He wasn’t holding back.

“Count ’em.” He rumbled as his hand went harshly to your ass, once, twice, five and ten times. At the end, your slick was almost running down your legs and tears were welling in your eyes. He chuckled. “Want me?” He was so fucking collected, it almost made you angry. “Yes, sir, please.” Your voice was needy as he pushed the tip against your folds. “You’re so wet, you like bein’ punished, huh?” You could hear his smirk. “By you, sir.” You were skirting a line, you shouldn’t, and you knew it. He groaned and pushed into you, stretching you to an uncomfortable degree. “Fuck, you’re too big…” You moaned as he forced his length deeper, but he just chuckled. “You’ll take me.” He rumbled and pushed against your cervix. He moaned, the sound sending flames licking up and down your skin, and he didn’t give you time to adjust - he began dragging his length against your walls in a speed that was impossible for you to handle. Filthy sounds rolled from your mouth as he fucked you hard with his thick cock, his groans matcing you. His fingers went to your nipples and tugged them harshly. You bucked under him and he picked up the pace.

His left hand went to your ass, cupping, grabbing and diggin his fingers into it, and his hips stuttered against you. “I’m going to fill you, and you’re going to take it, hear me?” He mumbled between moans, rutting hard against you. “Yes, sir.” He groaned and leaned over you, his chest flush with your back and his teeth found your sensitive skin right at the junction of your throat and shoulder. You mewled and bucked your hips, the orgasm slamming into you as a freight train.

He roared as he came, filling you with his spend fucking you until your legs buckled under you. He pulled out, chuckling at the sight of your spent hole, throbbing and leaking. He smacked your ass for good measure before zipping his pants.

You pulled your skirt down and sighed unhappily at the sight of your ruined shirt. You were going to have a shitty time walking through campus. He quirked his eyebrow at you and handed you his blue shirt. You looked at it, dumbfounded.

“It’s just a shirt.” You took it with a small smile.

“Thank you, sir.” He cupped your face in his hand and finally kissed you. It was soft and surprisingly chaste considering his cum was currently leaking out of you.

“You can call me Logan when we’re here.”

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The Devil’s Tongue

Summary: A mask of virtue hides a man riddled with lust and while his stoicism proceeds him, even he can’t withstand a begging girl. 

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x OFC (3rd person POV)

Warning: 18+. Manhandling, abuse of power, MaleDom/FemSub, some thigh riding, unprotected sex, deflowering, loss of virginity, mild mentions of blood, sex in front of mirror (auto-voyeurism), profanities, bodily fluids, possessive behaviour. 

Words: 4.5k

A/N: Many thanks to my muse @agniavateira for supporting me through this story and for betaing. This was inspired by a certain scene in the film. My pervy mind took it elsewhere. Sincerely, I am not sure how I feel about it, so I’ll let you be the judge while I’m having my panic attack. 

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Title: The Devil’s Tongue

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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.

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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.

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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.

Wake up sleepy head

Henry Cavill x reader

Not my gif! Credits to: @demivampirew

Summary: After a very tough filming day for Henry and you leaving him pant up the entire day by a hot picture of yourself, he remembered a certain fantasy you had told him in which he could find some release as well.

Warnings: pure filth! Smut! Somnophilia but with CONSENT! P in V, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, eating you out while you asleep, face sitting, blowjob, deepthroat, face fucking, throat bulge, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, fingering anal, pet names, cockwarming, one ass slap, rough but passionate sex, overstimulation, controlled orgasm, Dom/Sub dynamic, praising kink, slight chocking

Words: 3,3K

A/N: This fic is entirely written with consent in mind.

Sleepy head

You were lounging on the couch with Kal by your side. It was later in the evening and you tried staying up for Henry, your boyfriend. You haven’t seen him in a while and well you wanted to see him but you also hadn’t had sex in quite a while because he was on a busy schedule with filming. It was over a month now and it was torture for the both of you.

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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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