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littlegodzilla · 1 year

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Could you write Murphy with a nurse at the prison after the 2nd movie? I think he would be a big flirt.

Hi anon!!

Sorry for making you wait, here I come with your request!

Hope you'll like it!

Enjoy!

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The Prisoner and the Nurse.

Murphy Macmanus x Nurse!Reader.

One shot. Anon Request.

Warnings: fluff and flirting. Murphy being cute.

Words: 1900.

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The sun is barely rising over the horizon when you park the car in your area. All is quiet, not even the birds seem to have woken up, you give your coffee the last treat to try to engage your brain and sigh turning off the car engine. Your gaze drifts forward, metal fences and a huge concrete building, rough and barely windowed welcomes you. You sigh heavily, you don't hate your job, you like it, you became a nurse to help others, but sometimes, days are hard.

When you are totally convinced that you should start the day, you get out of the car taking your personal things plus a box with new material, the prison works with Boston Central Hospital, they are the ones who supply you with drugs and clinical material when you run out, but the other day you stopped by their office to sign some reports and you took the opportunity to take some things yourself, the rest they would bring with a delivery van, as usual.

As you walk down the corridor outside, the security guards greet you and say good morning as they do every morning. You wave with a smile and enter the rough building, greeting more of your colleagues inside.

"Good morning." You say signing the sign-in sheet as you do every morning. "How was your night?"

"Quiet, there was a little commotion at dinner time, but it stopped quickly."

"Good, that means I'll have a quiet morning." You say with relief, but you see the policeman smile. "What?"

You open the security door to the infirmary and then close it behind you, it's a direct access from the entrance area where prisoners can't get in, it's always locked and guarded to prevent escapes. You leave your things on your desk and put on your work clothes. You take the box you have brought with you and look over to the area where you have the stretchers. You roll your eyes as you discover one of the prisoners there. He's sitting on the edge of one of the gurneys, waiting impatiently by the way he's moving his legs.

"What was it this time, Murphy?" you say, setting the box down on another empty gurney.

Murphy MacManus is one of the newest inmates to arrive at the prison along with his brother Connor, the twins have life sentences without the possibility of parole or reduced sentences for killing a few people. None of them were good people, but justice says murder is forbidden, no matter how many corrupt pigs you take down, so there he is. In the time he's been there, his brother Connor is calmer and more level-headed, but Murphy, hyperactive by nature, gets into more trouble and spends more time than you'd expect in your clinic, it's common to find him sleeping there when you showed up in the morning or in the middle of the day to be escorted there by the police with a face full of blood and red knuckles.

"Don't worry, lass, ya'll see the other one." He always joked, though it was never funny.

"Morning, love, ya look beautiful in the morning." He compliments you and you feel your cheeks redden.

He does that a lot too, compliments and compliments are the order of the day when he visits you. It doesn't get uncomfortable because he doesn't go overboard with them, he just does it to see your reaction and when he finds out what you're uncomfortable, he stops. Murphy has learned to read you from day one, he is observant and easily absorbs the information people offer him, even if they don't realize it.

"I just woke up, we both know that's a lie." You reply and he lets out a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. "Okay, where's the fire?"

"There isn't any, I've been a good boy and I haven't fought with anyone." He says puffing out his chest with pride.

"Then what are you doing here?" You look at him raising an eyebrow. Murphy looks at you with intensity, stops shaking his legs and chews his lip nervously. You feel a shiver run through you and try to ignore it.

"I was just coming in for my usual checkup."

"Your checkup was last week, Murphy." You remind him.

"I know, I'm here for the results."

"Don't you think we would have let you know if there were any abnormalities?" you insist, but he shrugs without moving from his seat.

"Maybe I've come for something else." He insists and you look at him sideways.

"For God's sake, I'm gonna throw up." You hear a male voice on the other side of the curtain, on another of the gurneys.

"Shut up!" Murphy barks.

"Connor?" Surprised, you peek over, Murphy's twin is lying there, he does have a swollen cheekbone and a split lip, not to mention a bandaged hand. "But... What happened?" You look at him worriedly approaching him.

"It was nothing, lass, some guy got really annoying yesterday and I politely explained him to shut up." Connor comments, sitting up a little on the gurney as you examine him closely.

"So where's the other one?"

"They took him to the hospital."

"Connor!" You look at him, eyes widening.

"It was just some broken ribs!" He defends himself. "But the guy wouldn't stop crying and they had to take him away."

"For God's sake..." You snort in frustration. "Is it every day you guys have to hit someone?"

"It's not our fault, love, they just don't have any manners." Murphy explains.

"Yeah, of course..." You laugh softly shaking your head. "Does it hurt?" you look at Connor massaging his wrist gently.

"It was just a bad gesture, I'm fine." He nods, you hum and change his bandage tightening it a little more.

"Is it okay?" You look at him.

"Perfect, thanks... you can keep flirting with my brother, I'm gonna sleep some more." He tells you mischievously.

"I don't..." You stammer, but Connor looks at you with a smirk and you punch him in the arm. "Shut up." You mutter leaving him on the gurney, returning to your desk where you've left the box with the new stuff.

You know it's not right, that you shouldn't feel so comfortable with them, but they are not bad people, you have fun with their jokes and their company, it's funny sometimes you feel safer with them than with the guards when you are with another prisoner. Still you're aware that you can't have that trust and affinity with them, they're prisoners, they've killed people, that should scare you and keep you on your toes, so Connor hinting that Murphy is flirting with you should bother you more than make your stomach fill with butterflies.

"Do you want me to help you?" Murphy asks you, close behind you.

"Thanks, Murphy, but no need." You smile kindly at him, opening the box and peering inside.

He looks at you a little disappointed by your refusal, bites his lip and steps back a little, so as not to disturb you, putting his hands in the pockets of the orange jumpsuit. You sigh and look at him, it's like you left a puppy abandoned on the street in the middle of a storm.

"Okay, I'll tell you what's there, the quantity and you mark it on the delivery note." You tell him pointing to the paper. "Okay?"

"Sure! We make a great team, you'll see."

Connor on his gurney, rolls his eyes rolling over trying to get some more sleep. All the inmates there have tasks and duties throughout the day, always imposed by the warden or the guards, but they always seem to do as they please. You read the names of the medicines and utensils you have brought with you, Murphy at your side hums for you to continue as he makes marks on the paper you have given him, verifying the contents and the exact amount. Some things are missing and others you've been given more than you asked for, but that's okay, you know you won't have to make a long list for the next order and if you have an emergency, you'll have plenty of supplies to spare.

"Thank you, Murphy, you've helped me a lot." You tell him sincerely, he smiles happy to be of help, like a puppy when he learns a new trick and gets a treat for it. You laugh softly and stretch to place the new boxes of bandages on their corresponding shelf.

"Wait, lass, let me help you." He moves quickly and stands behind you.

Taller than you, he reaches for the box without much trouble, your hands touching, his fingers brushing your skin to remove the box and put it back in place. You freeze, his body pressing yours against the table, you feel his chest pressed against your back, the warmth of his skin transmitting to yours, his heavy breathing brushing against your ear, giving you goose bumps. Your heart starts pounding as you hold your breath, but you don't say or do anything, you let him slowly pull away and when he does, his fingers run over your head and down your side, an unnecessary touch, of course, but the butterflies inside your stomach don't let you think straight. You turn slowly, his body still very close to yours, you look sideways at him discovering a shy smile on his mouth, but his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Murphy..."

"Is everything all right here?" The warden's voice pulls you out of your reverie and you quickly push the prisoner away from you. "Nurse... Are these guys giving you trouble again?"

"No, no, Connor had an accident yesterday at dinner time, sir and I was giving him a check up." You explain quickly trying to regain your composure.

"Ya, I heard about his "accident" as usual causing trouble... And his brother? He looks pretty healthy to me."

"Murphy was helping me with the inventory." You say sincerely. "I brought some stuff and medication that was running low and he helped me set it all up."

"An inmate with access to medication and sharps? I don't think so, miss, you should be more careful." He reproaches you and you lower your gaze, embarrassed. "You were recommended for this job because you were professional and above all smart, don't make me regret my decision." He warns you. "Never trust them, they are here for serious crimes, you never know when they might act again and you are vulnerable... you would be their first target." He makes you understand and you nod your head.

"Of course sir, I apologize, it won't happen again..." You assure him by nodding your head.

"Alright boys, take the MacManus brothers back to their cells, they have outdoor yard duty today and their mates have already started."

"But sir, Connor MacManus has an injured wrist..."

"Well, he has the other hand." He shrugs and you open your mouth to protest again.

"Don't worry, lass, it doesn't hurt, we can work." You're cut off by Connor getting off the gurney. "Thank you for your care, come on Murph."

The two brothers are handcuffed by the guards to be escorted to their cell to get their things and get to work with the rest of their ward mates. Murphy looks at you one last time, his face has darkened a bit, he seems annoyed that you have been interrupted, still he gives you a soft smile by way of farewell. You look away, wanting to ignore him. The director is right, they are dangerous people, you can't let those sweet, kind eyes soften you.

You know it's not right, but you still can't control the butterflies in your stomach.

The End.

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naavispider · 1 year

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What do you think Spider's reaction would be if everyone withheld from him that he was Quaritch's son? All his life he would have thought his father was unknown, and he would only find out the truth when Quaritch first spoke to him (when Recoms tried to kidnap the children as hostages)

The unnatural man's eyes scanned over the rest of the group. "What's your name, kid?" he said, catching sight of Spider.

Spider struggled again against the man holding him from behind. His scalp burned from where the Na'vi was pulling on his hair. Golden yellow eyes met his soft brown ones, and Spider stilled for a moment, unsure why the man was asking.

"Spider," he spat. "Socorro."

He breathed deeply, waiting for the stranger's verdict, but what he wasn't expecting was the look of confusion that fluttered across the man's face, followed closely by... what was that? Disbelief?

The man narrowed his eyes in thought, crouching down to be at Spider's level. He signalled the Na'vi behind him to let go of Spider's hair, leaving Spider tense, unsure of what was happening.

"Miles?"

A cold shiver ran down Spider's spine. "How do you know that?"

The man in front of him blanched, as if taken aback by Spider's words. Spider watched as something akin to understanding bloomed behind those yellow eyes, spreading slowly across the man's features, blurring into a picture of thoughtfulness. He didn't answer.

"What are we doing, boss?" one of the other avatars spoke, impatience thinly veiled behind his words.

The one in front of Spider stood slowly, keeping his eyes trained on him for a few more moments, before turning around and pressing a hand to the communicator at his neck. "Iron Sky, this is Blue One actual, we are ready for extract."

Spider threw a look of panic at Lo'ak - this was not good. Lo'ak's eyes reflected the fear growing in Spider, and his ears were pinned back in protest at the avatar holding him. Kiri was also struggling, but Spider couldn't catch her eye before they were all being pushed in the same direction towards the clearing - the clearing where a demon ship could come down at any moment and swoop them up.

There were avatars on all of his siblings, and Spider watched as they were all forced down to the ground. The person holding him however, kept him upright. It was almost like they were afraid to let him go.

Frantically, Spider scanned the edges of the clearing for signs of Jake or Neytiri, but nothing seemed to be happening. His attention caught on the avatar that had asked his name. The man was staring at him with the strangest look in his eye, and Spider wondered how long he'd been watching him.

When the man caught Spider looking, he began to walk over. Spider's heart began pounding in his chest. Shit, why hadn't he just kept his head down?

How did this man know his name?

He avoided looking at the avatar until he was right in front of him. The darkening sky was making it difficult to see as far in the twilight, but Spider thought he could make out the name tag on his vest.

M. Quaritch.

His breathing got faster, afraid to even look any longer at the man now crouched in the grass in front of him.

When had the avatar behind him let go of him again?

"How did you know my name?" Spider hissed.

The avatar paused for a moment, staring directly into Spider's eyes. "Because I was the one that gave it you, kid."

... No.

No. Spider didn't know what to do with this information - that couldn't be right... that would mean....

"Those insurgent bastards never tell you who your daddy was?"

It felt like Spider's whole heart had stopped. There was something deadly wrong with him - he was malfunctioning, was he having a heart attack? Surely he was going die.

Keeping his feet underneath him suddenly felt difficult, and it was all he could do to remain standing, staring at the man - Quaritch - in front of him.

And then it clicked.

Quaritch - he'd heard the name before, it had been whispered during his childhood, never outright discussed, but spoken about enough for Spider to gather that it was he who was ultimately responsible for the fall of the first Hometree. It was he who had destroyed the lives of hundreds of Na'vi. It was he who had the blood of hundreds of Omatikaya families on his hands.

Spider couldn't breathe... It wasn't making sense. That man... that man had been human... he had died, Jake had murdered him.

How was this happening?

"You're not..." was all he managed to choke out.

Quaritch watched him carefully, a grim look on his face, but Spider wasn't aware of any of that. He was trying to concentrate on pulling enough air through his exopack to satiate his suddenly empty lungs. Why wasn't it working? Was his mask broken?

He stumbled a little, and a large hand on his shoulder forced him down to the ground. "Don't sweat it," Quaritch said. "I ain't exactly overjoyed myself."

Fuck. So it really was... This man, Quaritch, had been his father? Nausea swelled in Spider's throat, and suddenly he was ripping his mask off, throwing up in the grass next to him.

It was difficult with his hands bound, but as he wiped his face and pulled his mask back on, he began to crawl away from Quaritch, putting as much space between them as the Na'vi would allow.

He cast around for Kiri - or Lo'ak or Tuk - wanting someone he knew to be close, wanting to be held by familiar hands, and spotted Kiri only a few feet away. He made his way towards her, and Quaritch seemed to let him.

He could tell by the look in Kiri's eyes that she'd heard the whole thing. Her face was anxious, shocked... confused.

"Kiri!" Spider hissed, as he scooted up to her.

"I know," she replied.

"It can't be true. It can't be true," Spider repeated, as if saying it enough times would manifest it.

"It's okay..." Kiri spoke softly, trying to comfort. She wrapped her arms around him as best as she could with her hands tied, and Spider gratefully sank into her touch.

He was too far gone to realise Neytiri's disguised call, coming from the eastern edge of the clearing, but Kiri wasn't. Her ears pricked up and she looked over at Tuk and Lo'ak to make sure they'd heard it too. Tuk was wide-eyed, casting around for their mother, and Lo'ak looked stoic, clearly trying to think the next few critical moments through.

There was the call again. Loud as a drum, subtle as a bird.

The arrow that shot straight into the avatar's heart that was looking over Spider and Kiri pulled Spider immediately from his spiral. He wasn't sure what happened first - Kiri gasping, Tuk shrieking, Quaritch yelling, "Contact made!" or the sounds of gunfire from the surrounding avatars' ARs. The noise was like thunder in his ears, and the heat of their fire blazed across his face.

Kiri was yelling now, pulling on his arm, but then just as suddenly, a larger, stronger hand had grasped his shoulder, forcing him back, before the owner fell limp, impaled by a poisoned arrow through the heart. He stared at the dead avatar for a moment longer before Kiri was pulling him away, towards the trees, and they ducked and dived for cover as bullets soared all around them.

He only hoped that Lo'ak had managed to grab Tuk.

There was no time to pause - no time to stop and check - they were running, sprinting as fast as they could away from the fire. Then suddenly, an explosion rocked them both from behind. The force of it was like nothing Spider had ever experienced, and it sent him flat to the ground, knocking the air out of him and sending a trilling noise through his ears. He lay still, trying to gasp air back into his lungs while simultaneously shaking the ringing from his eardrums. He could hear Kiri shouting, trying to pull him up, but she sounded far away. Hands were on him - but they weren't hers. They weren't even Neytiri's. They felt like Jake's.... could Spider dare believe...?

He opened his eyes. Cold terror swept through his body at the sight of Miles Quaritch bending over him, then lifting him up and swinging him over his shoulder. It was all Spider could do to strain his eyes and watch as if he was a passenger in his own body. He couldn't make a single noise of protest. He was too shocked, too stunned, too confused.

Where had Kiri gone?

"Don't worry, kid. You're coming home now."

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umtrem · 6 days

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I was asked to draw Espio... and here it is :33

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fortheloveofhylia · 11 days

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Everyone PLEASE send me LU headcanons to write about. I want to write more about these idtios so much but I only write stuff for Wars and Wild. If you have any for the others I'd love to hear them and write about the whole chain. Or any HCs you have for scenarios between reader and the Chain.

My Asks are open!

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nanoseven · 1 year

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For requests draw your favourite character in your favourite clothing

I drew Seto Kaiba from YGO as my favourite character 😃

There wasn't any particular clothing I had in mind, except for this pilot suit worn by Hathaway Noa from Hathaway's Flash

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yikes-00 · 1 year

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For the smut prompts:

“Use your words, baby.”

Thank you!!!! So I’ll edit this better tomorrow when I’m not half asleep but here you go!!! I hope you enjoy!!

WC: 478

Rating: Explicit/E- minors DNI please✨

Tags: d/s themes, dom Bradley, sub Jake, implied brat Jake, boot worship, hand jobs, cuddling as aftercare, sex with clothes on, dirty talk.

AN: please be kind✨ good vibes to everyone💙

“Use your words baby.”

Jake forces his eyes open. The dull ache of the cement ground is nothing compared to the pulsing need that moves through him with every slamming beat of his heart. His cock hurts trapped in his pants. His boxers are too tight and he tries to subtly shift to relieve the pressure.

Bradley’s hand is rough against his face. His fingers slide over Jake’s sweaty skin before tracing the outline of Jake’s chapped lips. Jake’s mouth opens and Bradley’s fingers slide against his tongue.

“So pretty,” Bradley says roughly. As if they didn’t just have the biggest fight of their short time of knowing each other, “you’re so pretty, but you already know that.”

Jake’s throat flutters as Bradley slides his fingers deeper into Jake’s mouth. Jake lets his eyes close as he sinks into the feeling of Bradley filling him up.

“You just need something in your mouth, don’t you?” Bradley asks softly. His finger gently move, pushing deeper into Jake. “Something to keep that bratty mouth of yours shut.”

Jake moans softly and Bradley huffs out a laugh.

“I’ll take my fingers out and then I want you to tell me what you want.”

Jake grunts softly at the loss as Bradley’s fingers slide from between his lips, a string of spit thinning and then breaking.

“I wanna come,” Jake says roughly, “please.”

Bradley smirks. His lips turn up. Jake keens low in his throat. Bradley’s boot slides between Jake’s legs pressing against his cock.

“Go on baby,” Bradley says nodding down, “show me how much you want it.”

Jake rolls his hips forward. His rhythm is slow and tentative. The first pressure sends shivers down Jake’s spine making the heat in Jake’s gut pool. Jake lets out a broken noise as he jerks forward rutting against the hard friction chasing his release. It’s hard to stop once he starts. His body moving on its own accord.

Jake lets his eyes close. He can’t look up and see the disinterest or distain in Bradley’s face. Jake feels it before it happens. The rush of blood through his ears as his motions lose rhythm. His moans turn to please and Jake isn’t even sure what he’s begging for.

A wrecked noise is torn as Bradley pulls away the friction. For a fraction of a second, Jake knows that -

His orgasm slams through the second Bradley’s hand slides into his pants. Cum coats Bradley’s hand and the inside of Jake’s boxers. His weight falls forward as he leans into Bradley letting the numbing bliss of his orgasm rush through him. Bradley’s hand is tight enough to let Jake work himself through it.

“So pretty,” Bradley’s voice is barely an echo, “such a pretty boy for me, using your words to make a mess of yourself.”

Jake sigh softly as he lets Bradley hold him, gently hands rubbing over his body grounding him.

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ccuniculusmolestus · 3 months

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It’s okay if you deleted it XD

Now write it 🔫 🥰 (just kidding!) but seriously. Write it👽

(The story is set in Rome, a week and a half since they landed. All the deets in the book abt Henry's irritation w Bunny are relevant. To start off, they went to a boutique Bun really wanted to visit :3) Anyway, nsfw below! I tried! I'm so sick bcs of my meds rn but this ask for some reason has been haunting me (jk) anyway it was an interesting concept (the concept: bunny rides henry) and i wanted to write it so lets go :3 Request: Winterbunny smut Words: 2953

At the store, Henry’s patience was tested once again.

He bought Bunny two Italian suits and they’d cost him another fortune. But as long as Bunny was happy, right? (Wrong.). But now that Bunny was happy (and this would not last long, Henry knew), his glee turned him even more talkative than he'd been all week, which was really saying something. And it meant that now, he was fantasizing about getting even more things. When they returned to the palazzo, Bunny was buzzing with energy. On the other hand was Henry, utterly miserable and sapped of his energy and of his will to live.

He wasn't at all prepared for a chatty, excited Bunny when they got home. Henry just wanted to rest. He wanted to eat some dinner and maybe read some Homer. He was exhausted. He didn't want to spend time chit-chatting with Bunny, so he went to his room and bothered only with his coat– dropping it blindly into the seat beside his bed, and then he laid down with a groan.

In not even an instant, Bunny was beside him, excitedly yapping his head off, not even pausing for a damn breath.

Henry of course couldn't even sleep because Bunny was now in his ear, babbling a mile a minute.

He tried to ignore him, closing his eyes and turning his head away.

Bunny was, contrary to Henry’s understanding, also a little tired. Neither of them were fatigued just yet, but they were both tired. And Bunny’s talking was beginning to exhaust even himself (thank god!). As Bunny’s chatter slowed down, he rested his head on Henry’s arm.

Henry felt the boy's head, but otherwise he didn't react.

He was just completely done. If Bunny wanted to use him as a pillow, then so be it. He didn’t give a damn.

Bunny fell silent for a moment.

Thank God, thought Henry.

And he would be proven correct in just a while.

Perhaps the gods were finally feeling bad for Henry, and perhaps they’d decided he’d earned some relief, perhaps they’d taken Bunny’s annoying voice away for a while. But Henry knew better than that. This was Bunny. He was bound to resume his babbling in another moment. Even the gods couldn’t stop him from running that mouth.

Henry moved again, to lay on his back (and also it was an attempt to brush Bunny off). But Bunny’s head was now on Henry’s chest, and he was, in fact, climbing Henry a little.

……what?

Henry looked down.

Bunny was on him. He was lying. On top of Henry. One of his legs was in between Henry’s own, and he was attached more to the side of Henry’s body.

Henry gently moved Bunny's head off of his chest.

His head just moved back into place.

“Henry, do you think the drug cartels are a good way of making money?”

Henry blinked at the ceiling, wondering if he’d heard the question right. Once again, he questioned his own sanity or ability to hear.

“What in God’s name are you talking about?”

“You know, drug cartels.” Bunny mumbled, cheek squished against Henry’s chest.

“My pal Cloke, you know him, was telling me about these guys he knows in New York. They run a tight circle. They make a lot of money.” Bunny was just babbling again, playing with the button on Henry’s shirt.

"No, I don't believe that drug cartels are a good way of making money." Henry repeated bitterly, a mocking element to his tone.

He was fed the hell up. This boy had the attention span of a two-year-old. He should have been exhausted from all the bullshit he had been spewing from his mouth the entire evening, but no. No, no, no, Bunny Corcoran was never tired.

“But it’s quick and it’s easy,” Bunny insisted.

He readjusted with a small grunt, having almost slipped off Henry.

And it's illegal, Henry rolled his eyes.

He was so irritated with Bunny’s lack of general awareness; Henry didn’t want him on top of him, he wasn't interested in discussing this topic. Space. Please. All he needed was some space.

"You do realize that it's illegal, right?"

“Well, your dad does illegal stuff too.” Bunny said without thinking. “It’s how everyone makes money.”

Henry was struck speechless. He didn’t know if he should be offended or surprised or nothing at all– he knew his father’s company was not as pristine and crime-free as it presented itself. And while corporate crime was greatly different from trafficking crime, at the end of the day, crime was crime.

Bunny was much smarter than he seemed. And he had quite a knack for hitting below the belt. Though Henry wasn’t sure if Bunny was trying to be purposefully antagonistic at the moment.

Bunny’s head moved on Henry’s chest. He turned his face the other way. And he clung to Henry a bit more, trying to not slip off him. His little movements were putting a strain on Henry. He really did treat him like a damn plush toy. Henry could feel him trying to get as close as possible.

Bunny sat up a little and put his other leg over Henry’s other one, so now he was straddling him.

“So illegality isn’t an issue, really. Is it?”

Henry's eyes snapped open as Bunny straddled him, all sleep and fatigue flying out of them.

Not that he was bothered, of course. He didn’t mind Bunny’s body pressed against him.

…….

No… wait, no, of course he did mind it. He very much minded it. He was very not okay with this.

…….

Goddamn it all.

“I mean, are we concerned about morality? Are we really?” Bunny pressed on quietly, his voice soft, his eyes glinting strangely in the moonlight.

Were they still talking about cartels and crime?

Henry’s brows furrowed. Bunny was really doing a number on his brain this evening.

"If we're talking in terms of morality, then of course drug cartels are not morally sound."

Bunny leaned over Henry, “But do we care if it’s moral or not?”

Something strange was happening. Henry couldn’t really fathom it– his mind felt so twisted and stretched around whatever was going on…it was not in its capacity, it seemed, to really register what the hell was happening. This was a side of Bunny he had never seen before. And even more crazily enough, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

“Well, do you care?” Henry asked, his voice sharp… and not entirely platonic.

He knew he himself didn’t particularly care about morality.

“If I have to be honest,” Bunny mumbled, lips hovering too close. “Not really.”

Again, Henry had to wonder, what were they really talking about?

He could feel Bunny's breath on his skin.

It didn’t make sense to him– why did he feel so damn relaxed, despite having one of the most awkward conversations he’d had in a while? And the more Henry tried to make sense of it, the more he realized he couldn’t. He kept getting distracted. Bunny’s eyes were boring into his, and somehow they were silencing every single thought.

“Do you care? About morality? About sin?” Bunny asked.

What are we getting at here, really? Henry wanted to ask, but he could only stare for a while, eyes a little wide. They weren’t talking about drug trafficking anymore, were they?

"Not really." Henry mumbled, his voice distant, as if he was very far away.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Oh, they definitely were not still talking about crime.

Henry's breath caught in his throat. Bunny was insane. This was insane. The world was insane.

But what was he waiting for?

He had no damn clue.

“What am I waiting for?”

Henry's heart thumped in his chest.

“Yes, what?”

“I…” Henry couldn’t finish his sentence. Bunny was too close, too tempting.

He was just as much of a tease as he was a pest.

Bunny’s lips were trembling with want, and the frustration that came with it— he was ready. He was being bold despite his own inhibitions. He went all this way— if Henry hesitated now…

Thankfully, he didn’t. Henry finally reached up to pull him down.

He had been resisting him for too long, anyway. It was time.

Bunny moaned softly as Henry’s lips crashed up into his own. He made a sweet sound. Henry’s lips pushed back against Bunny’s with an almost desperate intensity. It was soft– softer than it should have been. Their faces pressed into each other.

Bunny was still straddling Henry, and he moved his hips— he didn’t know how to, at least not consciously. But his body seemed to know what to do just fine. Henry could feel Bunny moving against him, and before he could stop himself, his body responded. He pressed up against Bunny, grinding against him, and it felt so damn….good.

Bunny’s mouth fell open in a sharp gasp as Henry grinded his hips upward. A guttural whine was ripped out of his throat, his back arched a little and his head leaned back.

Henry was losing all control as he pushed himself into Bunny as tightly as he could. And the sound of Bunny's groan did something very unexpected to Henry. It caused a sound to come from him as well. A sound as raw as Bunny's, as uncontrolled as Bunny's. Something very foreign to the cold exterior he usually projected.

"Gods…." He moaned.

Bunny said Henry’s name.

Henry's whole body was trembling now. His body could not move any further into Bunny's. When Bunny said his name, he froze. He didn't know what to do. His mind was a scramble of emotions and thoughts, and he realized what was happening and he thought of putting an end to it all–

But then Bunny moaned again, and the sound sent a jolt of electricity rushing through his body.

He knew he liked the sound of it too much to want to stop now.

Henry’s arms wrapped tightly around Bunny, holding him close as their bodies writhed and grinded together. Henry’s breathing became faster and more labored as he pushed himself as deeply into Bunny as he could, and Bunny’s quiet gasps and heavy breathing matched his. It was very obvious in that moment what role each of them would be playing in this moment, and those to come.

Henry squeezed Bunny tighter. Bunny made sounds from the back of his throat, right next to Henry’s ear. They sent shivers down Henry's spine, through his body and right down to the tips of his fingers and toes. Henry felt, just then, something drop in the pit of his stomach. And it was very uncomfortable, but it felt pleasurable at the same time.

As their bodies rocked and rubbed against one another, there was some confusion, some struggle to get it just right. It felt clumsy, so Bunny sat up a little to try and grind against Henry’s hips better.

When Bunny did that, Henry's eyes went wide. It worked. They’d aligned perfectly, and now the movement, the friction, the heat– it was perfect. It was heaven. Bunny threw his head back and they went at it. In a blur of heat and lust and sweat and passion, their bodies were stripped of all fabric, and their lips were once again melting together.

Their bodies moved and responded to each other instantly, as they kissed in a fever.

The sensation of being this close was dizzying.

Henry could feel the heat coursing through him, burning him up. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, thudding and beating, and he could feel Bunny’s pulse too.

They remained in that bubble for a while, and then Bunny reached behind and slowly took Henry in his hand– it was so odd for both of them. Bunny’s touch was electric at first, and then quite warm. Henry shivered. They both braced for what came next, and , honestly, Bunny’s initiative really quite shocked Henry, as he rather bravely did the next few steps all on his own. Slow and cautious, he pushed his hips down, panting and groaning with every little slip inside, lips pursed, expression the most focused Henry had ever seen him. He brought his hand back up and then their hands were tightly clasped, resting on the pillow on either side of Henry’s head.

Henry’s mouth hung open in a small o as he felt himself penetrate Bunny. It was a gentle moment of cautious movement, both of them still, glancing down, sometimes catching each other’s gazes as they hissed and groaned till they had become one.

Bunny steadied himself a little, panting with effort— effort Henry had never really seen Bunny put anywhere else. So he was good for something other than just complaining and whining and spending ridiculous amounts of money. Surprising.

Then Bunny began moving, and Henry almost lost all self control. It took all his willpower to not tear into the boy and just take him, take from him and make up for everything—

Henry held himself back, letting Bunny ease himself into it. And then Bunny moved his hips, and it started to feel good. Better than it should’ve.

Henry’s mouth was open, he inhaled sharply, as he felt himself slip slowly inside Bunny. They both were getting lost in the motions of it all. Every time he thought he had found the best feeling, the feeling that sent a shiver of pleasure through his body, their movements would change slightly… and that feeling would get even more intense. It felt almost as if they had truly become one whole and Henry had to force himself back.

It was a losing battle.

Bunny’s sounds were enough to drive him completely insane. How tight Bunny felt against him was enough to drive him insane. And his movements, in perfect rhythm with Henry…..

Bunny’s panting got louder and heavier. He was saying incoherent things, his sentences short but dragging, falling off his lips, nonsense words and phrases. The only coherent thing he said was Henry’s name— and how he said it. Henry couldn’t believe his ears. He couldn’t believe Bunny could ever sound so…..

It was like he was praying. Henry’s name on his lips was holy. Divine.

When Bunny said it, Henry felt something inside him begin to bloom.

This was no mere pleasure that he was feeling. This was something very different. Very different.

Bunny was praying to him like he was a god and that was enough to send Henry over the edge. The sensation of his name coming from Bunny’s throat— even if it sounded different than it usually did— it sent ripples of pleasure through Henry's body. And he knew it was not going to be long now. His body was growing too sensitive. He could feel it coming, growing closer every moment. And Bunny did too.

The blond collapsed on Henry as the passion got more and more intense. But he was still moving his hips, Henry’s name was still on his lips, and he was begging– what for, even he himself did not know. His hips moved, Henry’s hips moved, and then they were both thrust into a moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy.

Everything paused.

The pleasure bloomed and burst.

And then they melted together— rigidness turning to softness. Muscles taut, then relaxing. Soft sighs and whispers of sweet nothings.

Henry's breathing slowed, and he shuddered as the ecstasy passed.

He held Bunny carefully.

He couldn't move.

"Dear God."

Bunny kissed the corner of Henry’s mouth lazily.

“That was something, wasn’t it,” he chuckled.

Henry could not say much. He didn’t really know how to react, whether he should laugh like Bunny was, or shove him off and say goodnight. He was stumped. How could they go from what they were, to what they’d just become? How could it be that just that small movement of Bunny's lips on his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his entire body when just an hour or so ago, Henry had wanted to choke him out?

"That… was…. something." Was all he could manage.

“Dear lord.” He said again.

Bunny collapsed into a fit of giggles as he rolled off Henry.

“You’re such a geezer. Who says that?”

Henry tried to laugh too, but it came out as more of a wheeze.

"Shut up." Henry groaned but his attempt to be stern was ruined by a few small laughs.

Bunny laughed too. And then he fell silent.

He thought about what he’d just done. And there was a strange feeling. He couldn’t pinpoint it— he wished they could be like that forever. But he also wished he didn’t love his best friend. He loved him. He loved him. He loved him.

He tried to shut his mind off.

Henry was not unaware of the silence that had descended upon them. He knew Bunny’s playful behavior now was just an attempt to brush off or dismiss the heavier realization of what they’d just done. Perhaps what they’d been building up to for months. Or even years. It was undeniable that for as long as they’d known one another, something strange had underlied all their interactions. Something both of them ran from, albeit for very different reasons.

But to be honest with not only each other but also their own selves– what more could men want?

"Do you regret it." Henry asked, staring up at the ceiling.

Bunny was quiet for a while.

“I guess I’ll know that in the morning.”

And if Bunny did regret it, neither of them would ever know, especially while they were still in Rome, where they found themselves wrapped up in each other every night or so.

#not my best smut but i tried <3 #i love exploring the absolute insanity of this duo tho #when one is a golddigger and the other is a repressed narc u kno the sex gonna be crazy #ok jk henry might not be a full fledged narc #ask requests #the secret history #bunny corcoran #tsh #henry winter #tsh donna tartt #winterbunny #asks!#ask #ask fic

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shrugsinchinese · 6 months

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If I can still throw one in the ring 👀 something with Essek and Yussa hanging out? :3

The one-sided beef (he gets over it eventually)

#essek thelyss #yussa errenis #critical role fanart #ask requests

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mangokabuto · 26 days

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For drawing requests, I'd love to see you draw Usopp with his mom!

Banchina my beloved <333

Featuring my HC that Usopp's go-to pre-ts bandana was oroginally hers, and that they would go fishing together before she got too sick.

I really want to do some redesigns for her and some of the other strawhat moms... Except Kokoro, she's perfect <3. Oh and Dr. Kureha, she's perfect too. And Bellemere is mostly great. ...Ok maybe its just Banchina, Sora, and Olivia who need help aksjdksl

My design & personality hcs for her are very heavily influenced by @r0ttkins 's banchina!! Go check his comics out fr!!

#my art #ask requests

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hadideedee · 5 months

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How about Luffy? :) Your art is super cute btw!

Thank you!!! Here’s some sleepy lufs

#one piece #luffy #my art #ask requests

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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Hiiiiiii ✨✨✨, I love your writing and I was wondering if I could make another request?

The request: you’ve been part of the cast of Twd since s8, your storyline has been build up to be Daryl’s girlfriend so you’ve become close to Norman, always had a huge crush on him and even tried to flirt with him but he has been really respectful to you, one day you post on your ig story a mirror selfie in a bikini, you realized Norman has seen it and the next day you over hear JDM tease Norman about the picture, so you decide to add only him to you “close friends” list and post more seductive pictures, a little of flirty texts after that and then some smut in Normans house when he invites you to rehearse a scene together? Maybe some age gap, reader in her last 20 and Norman his current age 🤍

Thank you so much!!

Hi sweetheart!

I'm glad to see a new request from you, that's make me think you liked the last one! I like to write about Norman, I changed some things I hope you don't mind and enjoy the story as well.

Hope you like!

Co-workers

Norman Reedus (52) x FemReader(29).

Requested by @mariannambl

Warnings: friends to lovers. Age gap. Smut. Dirty talk. Oral sex. Unprotected sex.

Words: 5200.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog @hail-yourselves

Norman is at home in his New York apartment after a few months of non-stop work between the series and his own personal projects. He's sitting in his comfy armchair with a beer in his hand, absentmindedly stroking Eye in the Dark's head who is purring loudly happy to see his owner, his eyes darting around his social media with boredom as he stares at one particular photo and feels the beer catch in his throat.

It's a picture of you on your vacation, you're with your friends sharing a day at the beach, you're in a bikini, the top lifts your chest and the panties enhance your ass in a sexy but discreet way, but Norman can't take his eyes off your silhouette.

"Enjoying the last few days before returning to set." You caption and Norman bites his lip tugging at the hair on his goatee.

"Be careful with the sun. See you in a few days, girl." He adds in a comment below and when he sends it he freezes.

Maybe he shouldn't have? What if people misinterpret it? Not that he cares what people think either, but....

You've been castmates since season eight, the battle against Negan brought in new companions and you were one of them. Your character was a soldier of The Kingdom in the service of King Ezekiel, when the communities united to drive out Negan and the Saviors, your relationship with Rick's group grew closer, as the episodes and seasons went by Daryl and your character had become good friends, which meant you had more and more scenes together and you and Norman became good friends outside of the TV series. At first it was strange for Norman, he used to have no problems with relating to the people on set, with the kids and teenagers he was always joking around, teasing them without being annoying, with everyone else it was fun and they used to go out for a few drinks on nights when they didn't have to work the next day. You were in a range in the middle, you were not a kid, but it was weird to see you with them playing darts or drinking beers. Especially since you had accepted them all as friends and that meant you felt like one of them, so you weren't ashamed to jump in on conversations or joke around with them, you quickly became friends with Christian, Lauren, Alanna. Norman couldn't look away the first day he saw you walk into the bar in that dress, and after that, the blouses, the shorts....

"I'm a fucking dirty old man." He said to Jeffrey and Andy one day. "Every time I look at her all I see are her legs and..." He covered his face with both hands hearing his friends laugh.

"And her ass, yeah, we noticed that too, but man it's normal, she's young and pretty and you're single." Jeffrey finished the sentence for him and Norman groaned. "What, come on you guys are friends, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Then stop worrying."

And Norman tried to stop worrying, tried to act with you like he did with everyone else and found that the two of you fit together better than it seemed at first. You found music and travel as a common factor between you, different but very similar tastes that makes you recommend different bands or different destinations, which made you become closer, meet often for coffee and even went out in New York to spend the day, sometimes you would find some picture online of the two of you together and Norman felt something weird. Maybe he was taking too many liberties with you. That's why after writing on your photo he regrets it a little, he doesn't want people to misinterpret things, although in reality that's out of his hands, whether it's true or not, it's the good and the bad of being famous or that people consider you their idol. Whatever it is, good or bad, it is going to be judged and they will come up with their own theories whether they are true or not. You had to deal with some hurtful comments when your character started to become romantically interested in a female companion in the series and she was not the one the public expected, it still surprises you that your character has been well accepted by the fans.

"I'm looking forward to coming back. See you, Norm."

You've replied to him privately, his eyes dart through the sentence several times before he smiles and puts the phone aside. He knows that if he answers you'll be engaged in a long conversation and he doesn't want to disturb you on your vacation days with your girlfriends.

It's a few days later when Norman returns to the set he feels the stares of his co-workers on him and takes a deep breath when he sees Jeffrey's smile on his face. He walks up to him giving him a little squeeze as a greeting.

"How are you Norman, everything okay?"

"All good, non-stop, you know that." He shrugs. "What?"

"Nothing, I've seen you very entertaining with our partner."

"We just talked a little, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, nothing. She looked very pretty in those pictures."

"Jeffrey..." He looks at him sideways and he shrugs.

"It's true, she did look good on the beach and in the sand."

"Okay, I've just been curious as a friend."

"Come on, are you going to tell me you didn't wiggle it a little while...?"

"Jeffrey!"

"Hey, guys!" You greet them in exaltation, they both turn to look at you, Jeffrey greets you with a huge hug and Norman swallows nervously. Did you hear what Jeff said?

Yes, actually you heard it, Negan's interpreter has not been very discreet and was mocking his friend very openly, but it didn't bother you, on the contrary, you're almost curious to know what Norman would have answered, but hearing him shut him up in such a blunt way it's obvious that the subject makes him uncomfortable so there's nothing to expect. You're a little disappointed to tell you the truth, there has always been a significant age difference between the two of you, but you fell like an idiot for his friendly smile and easy banter. Norman was a person who made you feel loved, both on set and off, he always cared, he always counted on you for plans with the group and you fell in love. You know you're not the only one, you know that other went through that same stage of passing infatuation with the actor of Daryl Dixon, but you already had a crush on him for several years. However Norman has never shown that kind of interest in you. He's always been nice and has been able to discreetly reject you without hurting you in the process, but then he comments on your photographs and makes you think that maybe you're not as neutral to him as you think. Whenever you think something like that you feel your heart racing.

"Hi! How was your vacation?" Jefrrey asks hugging you tightly. "We saw that you had a good time."

"Yes, I had a pending trip with my friends and we finally made it." You laugh and look at Norman who immediately opens his arms and you hug each other warmly as well. "It's good to see you both. You guys haven't done anything?"

"I've been busy with the kids and the farm, non-stop." Jeffrey says.

"You have to invite me over, I want to squeeze your animals...and the kids too." You joke and the three of you laugh.

"Sure, anytime, Norman can take you he knows the way by heart."

"That would be great." You smile without taking your eyes off them and Norman nods. He doesn't quite know how to react to that conversation.

You have to get to work on the script for the third and final part of the season. You're all nervous and excited, you're sad to see the series end, but new projects are coming and you're excited about that too. You are going over the script and you are implementing some scenes being guided by the directors of what you should or shouldn't do.

"So they're arguing and...all of a sudden they kiss...isn't that too rushed?" You read the scene several times looking at Norman a little unsure.

"Your characters are always in a constant tug-of-war despite getting along. It's a good way to get the relationship on track to where we want it to be and then develop it in Daryl's story after the series."

You tense for a second looking at Norman with surprise, but he too seems just as shocked as you, neither of you expected that news, it was confirmed Daryl's new storyline, but no big details were known about it and now it seemed you were part of that storyline, but no one had told you anything.

"I-I didn't know..." You mumble, looking at the script in your hands again.

"We're still finalizing details, but yes, we want to include several characters and yours, of course, would be there too, even some children."

"C-children?" You redden violently and Norman laughs.

"People are going to love seeing Daryl with kids, his relationship with Judith and RJ people love." Insists the producer and you feel goosebumps rise on your skin.

Fuck, kids, that implies a lot of things, your character and Daryl's relationship not only becomes intimate, but a strongly built relationship, looking out for each other, protecting your family, your kids. Sex. It would involve sex with Daryl, also you in a scene with Norman where maybe... unless the story started after your kids were older.

"Hey, you still there?" Norman taps your shoulder and you react at last.

"S-sorry, I was thinking about...nothing." You mumble, looking down, your face red as a tomato.

You have been filming for several days, there is still a long way to go but the final is already taking shape and you are getting more and more anxious about how everything is going to end. You have taken a few hours of rest and you have taken the opportunity to go around and take some pictures, you send one to your social networks. The good thing about working in Georgia is the scenery, every day you spend among its roads, fields and forests you fall a little more in love with it all. No doubt it's going to hurt to leave. You take out your phone and take some pictures of the surroundings and yourself and re-post them as you walk along the promenade near a small lake. Your pocket vibrates and you pull out your phone seeing that Norman has come back to look at your photos.

"Perfect place to get lost." He's written to you and you laugh.

"It's a very nice place, I'm sure you already knew about it." You text him privately. "It has a lake." You send him a picture privately, but first you unbutton your jacket, revealing your sports bra and focus on you and the lake behind you.

Norman from the comfort of his home looks at the picture you sent him, of course the scenery is a marvel, but he can't take his eyes off your body; your bare shoulders, your tight, tight sports bra giving the perfect shape to your breasts, your bare belly soft and squishy to the naked eye, he knows what you're doing, it's not the first time you've tried to lure him in. He chews his lip several times and points his phone towards the garden of his house.

"If you want to take a swim, I have a pool." He writes to you after sending you the picture of his backyard. "We could take advantage and prepare some scene from the script before shooting tomorrow."

You read a couple more times his invitation, it's not the first time you've prepared the script together, it's not a strange invitation on his part, yet he sends you shortly after another picture of swim trunks on an unmade bed.

"Even I'll take a bath." He perks up and you walk nervously as you return.

"Okay, I'll stop by, but I don't have a swimsuit."

"Don't worry, I promise not to look...if you don't want to."

It's the first time Norman has responded to your flirtation, maybe not the most blatant you've ever had, but he has responded. Feeling your heart pounding you quicken your pace towards his house. When you arrive, Norman greets you at the door wearing one of his inseparable punk band t-shirts and swim trunks, he smiles and wraps his arms around your shoulders giving you a kiss on the cheek. You reciprocate his affection with another kiss. Norman has always been a loving man and you like that he is, there are never any double entendres in his hugs or his words of encouragement, he's just naturally that way.

"Come in." He invites you into his home and you set your backpack aside in the entryway. "I have cold beer, would you like one?"

"Please." You thank him by following him into the living room, where the huge windows look out onto his backyard, where he has the pool. "It's starting to get really hot again." It's the only thing you're having trouble adjusting to, Georgia's warm weather is my worst enemy.

"Yes, the hard months of shooting are coming." He comes back to you offering you the bottle of beer and you both drink at the same time. "Have you been out for a run?"

"What? no." You snort in amusement. "I just went for a walk, I like to take advantage of the days we have off and take some pictures... Did you know the place?"

"Yeah, I've gotten lost out there a few times myself when I take the bike."

You already imagined that Norman knew the place, after all he had been there the longest. After the second beer and a bit of discussion about how the TV series is going, you get to the script, you've come by the house to get yours, so you can read and discuss it comfortably. Being the last part of the series and trying to channel your friendship into a couple's relationship, the two of you share a large number of scenes. You're standing in the middle of his living room, arguing; your character and his are having differences about trusting the Commonwealth after discovering that they're not as good and kind as they first seemed.

"You know Dixon? Screw you." You say angrily, blustering. "I can understand you doing this for the kids, for Judith and RJ, but I never thought you'd turn your back on your own."

"I'm ain't turnin' my back on them. We came here 'cause it was better, people needed a safe place while they repaired Alexandria. It was a decision I had to make."

"So now what? you're just going to let them all die? I thought they were your family. I thought they were important to you." The anger in your voice goes soft and turns to resignation, Norman watches you intently chewing on his lip. "I thought I was...do as you please, Dixon, but I'm not going to stand idly by while they kill our people." You rebuke him by jabbing him in the chest with your index finger and turn around pretending to walk away.

Norman then acts quickly. He drops the script on the coffee table, grabs your arm making you turn around again, his free hand brushes your cheek and he leans towards you, kissing you. You open your eyes wide for a second, but you remember that the scene had a note on it that Daryl was supposed to kiss your character, you relax and let yourself go, maybe Norman just wanted to give you a peak, so that later when it came time to film it wouldn't be so violent for either of you, but you can't control yourself. You open your mouth under his lips and brush the tip of your tongue against his lips, you feel him tense for a second before holding you tighter, you lean against his waist and the kiss intensifies, your tongues meet and Norman growls. He never thought at his age he still had that effect on women. You pull apart in search of airlessness, barely moving away from each other, your gazes connected, but neither says anything. Norman caresses your lips with his thumb, without looking away you half open your mouth, trapping his finger between your lips, sucking. Norman's gaze falls on your mouth, watching as his finger disappears between your lips, as your tongue brushes the tip of it making several wet, obscene noises that strike directly at his crotch which begins to harden. His thumb closes inside your mouth trapping your tongue, you protest painfully holding him by the wrist, but he hisses to calm you down, his gaze fixed on you, a sly smile on his mouth gets your body trembling.

"Want something better to suck on?" he whispers, his voice husky and you groan against his finger nodding your head slightly. "Good girl." He says pulling his finger out of your mouth and kisses you again.

None of you are sure how you ended up in that situation. You were preparing the script and now you are kissing like two teenagers, but that's not all, without needing him to ask you, you kneel in front of him loosening the swimsuit and pull him freeing his cock that jumps in front of your eyes. Your mouth waters, it's not completely hard, but its size pleasantly surprises you. You hold his length rubbing up and down feeling it harden in your palm, you stick out your tongue and lick his size from the base to his tip where you close your lips trapping his head between your lips, sucking gently.

"Fuck..." Norman grunts as he feels your mouth taking him as much as you are capable of.

You slide inside your mouth his size, you feel his tip slide in deep and you hold back a gag, you look sideways at Norman before pulling it out again, you lick, suck and play with your tongue on his glans before slipping it back into your mouth starting to move your head up and down in a rhythm. Norman gasps and grunts without looking away from you, watching as his cock disappears inside your mouth, feeling your lips tighten on his length, as your saliva soaks his skin mixing with his pre seminal fluid, each time your mouth focuses on his tip licking and sucking as if it were a piece of candy.

"I love your mouth, babe, it feels so good." He says in a husky voice, never taking his eyes off you. He huffs and curses as he feels a tug on his balls and holds your head stopping you for a moment. "I'm going to cum... Can you hold it?" He says stroking your hair, in response you press your lips a little tighter on his cock, cupping your cheeks and Norman pushes his hips thrusting deeper into your mouth.

You rest your hands on his thighs and let him lead the pace, pushing into your mouth erratically, but without being rough, his cock quivers and swells against your tongue, Norman closes his eyes throwing his head back as he cums inside your mouth. The first spurt trickles down your throat forcing you to swallow fast, your mouth fills with his cum and you swallow slowly looking up watching Norman enjoy and his fingers tangle in your hair. Your whole body trembles and you feel yourself getting soaked wetting your panties. When you feel his fingers release your head you pull away pulling his cock out of your mouth, licking his length one last time, sucking on his glans hearing him hiss.

"Give me a break, girl, I'm not a teenager anymore." He whispers holding your chin. "But don't worry, we aren't done yet." His husky voice and darkened eyes elicit a moan from you and he smiles biting his lip. "How long have you been waiting for this, huh? Get up."

You obey without a word, Norman caresses your lips before kissing you, you open your mouth and his tongue makes its way out tasting itself on your tongue. You gasp again holding onto his waist, feeling him guide you until your legs bump against his couch. You pull away from his mouth, his fingers caressing your cheeks again. You'd like to say something, maybe ask where this is leading, what's going to happen after the passion fades and you're aware of what you've done. Norman has always brushed you off respectfully and politely and now however his fingers skillfully undo your clothes, he removes your jacket exposing your sports top and now tugs at your shorts. He kisses you urgently, bites your lips and when he pulls away he points to the couch with his head.

"Take off your clothes." He orders you getting rid of his own clothes and sits on the couch watching you.

Once again you obey what he asks, you unbutton your pants as you get rid of your shoes, your pants and panties go right behind, you want to take off your bra but Norman spreads his legs apart and taps his lap.

"Come." He says to you, his eyes fixed on your body.

You walk towards him, straddling his legs resting your hands on the back of the couch, Norman caresses your legs, pulls and removes your socks, his hands run up your legs, his fingers tighten on your waist moving up your back pulling you towards him to kiss your neck, your collarbone and up to your mouth. You sigh against his lips before kissing intensely, eagerly, your tongues tangle, the need and desire building, Norman holds your ass, massaging your cheeks. A new moan escapes your mouth and he growls.

"Sit on my face." He growls, his lips brushing yours. "I'm going to eat that pussy of yours until you lose your mind." Norman assures you and your whole body jerks against his. Your pussy gets wetter just thinking about it.

You sit up on top of him, Norman moves under your body and lies down so you can sit on him again. You lean against his chest biting your lip, you've never done anything like this, but Norman looks at you with such intensity that you can't wait for him to do it. He holds you down, guiding you so your legs are on either side of his face, you swallow nervously leaning back against the couch so you don't carry all your weight against him. His hand on your lower back guides you lowering your hips a little more. Your breath hitches the second his tongue brushes your slit, Norman caresses your lower back and ass at the same time his mouth opens and kisses your pussy, running his tongue up and down your slit, prodding your clit with the tip of his tongue, sucking on your sensitive muscle, trapping your folds in his mouth, to repeat over and over again. You moan and wiggle your hips unconsciously as his tongue delves deep into your pussy, fucking you over his slick muscle, you throw your head back as a cramp of pleasure runs through you.

"Oh fuck, Norman..." You call out to him without stopping moving, his nose presses against your clit and it gives you another jolt of pleasure.

He enjoys hearing you moan, every time his name comes out of your mouth in desperation his cock hardens starting to rise again resting against his hip bone. His thumbs part your folds giving him greater access to your cunt and his tongue goes much deeper, his nose presses against your clit and you moan loudly pulling on his hair.

"Norman! There! Right THERE!" you cry out unable to control yourself, thrusting your hips against his face feeling his tongue move expertly inside you, his lips suck on your pussy and his nose rubs relentlessly against your nub of nerves. "I'm... I'm so close...!" you moan and feel Norman's hands pull you closer, you're sure you're choking him, but neither of you stop.

The orgasm hits you violently, you feel it run through your whole body from your fingertips to your head, you spasm hard and dig your nails into the couch, your body lurching forward unable to control your own movements, you've never cum so violently, you've squirted in Norman's mouth, it's the first time anything like this has ever happened to you. You feel ashamed all of a sudden, maybe it was too much, maybe Norman wasn't amused that you cum in his face like that, you want to get up and apologize, but Norman keeps holding you against him, his tongue running along your folds, you even hear him humming in satisfaction. Your cheeks turn a reddish color when you can finally move, sitting on his lap as he sits up, his face wet and a mischievous smile on his mouth. He holds you by the nape of your neck and kisses you intensely once more, you gasp in response to his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, clinging to him as much as possible.

"You've squirted..." He whispers against your lips and you jerk away. "Do you think you could give me another one like that?" he asks and you look up at him, opening those wide. "I've never been with a woman who squirts and I admit it's made me so fucking horny." His tone is an octave lower than usual if it sounds like the voice he uses when he plays Daryl and you moan low.

Norman's mouth is back on yours, he kisses you with desire as his hand spreads your legs and caresses your thighs until he reaches your core, his thumb caresses your clit in small circles, still sensitive from your previous orgasm but you immediately feel the pleasure rush through you again, and you spread your legs further apart. You gasp and moan, Norman begins to lick and bite your neck as his middle and ring fingers work their way into your cunt. You hold onto his shoulders moving your hips against his fingers as he moves them in and out, still caressing your clit with his thumb as well. Your orgasm builds faster than the last, Norman finds the exact spot to make you shudder, your nails dig into his skin and he gasps in excitement.

"Give it to me, babe. Don't hold back. Soak me again." He whispers in your ear moving his fingers faster and bites your neck.

"N-Norman!" you moan and your legs begin to tremble.

Your juices splash and wet Norman's hand and the fabric of the couch as his fingers keep fucking you, driving you to a second high that almost makes you lose your mind. You close your legs as you feel your clit can't stand the continuous attention from Norman's fingers, your body is shaking and it's starting to get uncomfortable. You hug him making him understand, he pulls his hand away removing his fingers carefully and embraces you with his free arm licking the fingers of his hand enjoying your taste again.

"I love you girl, I could spend all day listening to you moan and tasting you." He confesses to you and you are only able to moan in response. "I want to fuck you, I need to feel that tight, juicy little pussy of yours around my cock, I want to feel it squeeze me as I cum, can you handle it?" He asks you, despite his need, he wants to make sure you're okay with it.

"Oh God, Norman..." Your pussy pulses wanting to feel him inside, despite your overstimulated and aching clit, your pussy moistens and clenches at his words. "Fuck me, Norman, please..."

"My beautiful, dirty girl." He whispers and kisses you more slowly this time, his hands tug at your sports bra, removing it at last, he licks and sucks your nipples making you hornier if possible and stares at you. "Turn around."

You drop to your knees on the couch, your hands gripping the backrest, you throw your hips back and raise your ass spreading your legs further apart. Norman watches right behind you, stroking his cock slowly, your open, shiny, wet pussy fully exposed for him, for a second he wants to kneel down and eat you again, but holds back when he sees you move your hips towards him, he smiles and places a hand on your ass, caressing your skin.

"Are you impatient, honey?"

"Norman, please..."

"I love hearing you beg." He gasps and guides his cock to your entrance.

Your insides receive him wet and warm, still with some spasm from your second orgasm forcing Norman to stop and curse under his breath, you exclaim excitedly, his size dilating your walls, rubbing against your sensitive insides.

"So tight..." You hear Norman mumble.

"Oh fuck...!" he slips out of you as he moves back and slips back in with a single thrust.

His hands clamp down hard on your hips, pulling you in, laying you down a little further on the couch, forming you to lift your ass further and stick your pussy to him, finding an almost impossible angle that makes every time he enters, your insides tremble and your vision blurs. Pleasure washes over you for the third time making you move to his same rhythm listening to him gasp and moan, enjoying it as much as you are.

"Oh my God, Norman, I'm going to cum again!" You assure him, surprised and overcome, he snorts in pleasure behind you and increases the speed of his hips.

"I'm close too, honey. Milk me, let me fill you with my cum." He groans and his lunges become increasingly erratic.

Norman cums as your walls tighten around him deliciously preventing him from being able to control himself any longer. He moans and grunts thrusting one last time inside you, wanting to go as deep as possible, his cum fills you and even overflows a thin trickle staining the couch despite still being glued together. You gasp trying to catch your breath, you can feel Norman also trying to control his ragged breathing, his hot breath hitting your back giving you goosebumps, his fingers loosen their grip on your waist caressing your skin now, waist, back, shoulders, you feel him give you some kisses too and you sigh. Norman finally pulls away from you, letting you settle on the couch, it bothers you a little to sit up and he seems to notice. He sits next to you, leaning your body against his, rocking you lovingly, one hand stroking your hair and another resting on the bare skin of your thigh. You wrap your arms around his waist and settle on his legs. You're nervous, you don't know what's going to happen now, what exactly this has all been about. You nervously bite your lip and open your mouth ready to speak, but Norman speaks first.

"Marry me." He says suddenly and you look at him ready to laugh at his crazy idea. "I'm not going to let anyone else touch you. You're mine and I'm yours." His gaze bores into you and his eyes are darkened. "Marry me."

Your laughter catches in your throat, he's serious, he's talking seriously, it's no a joke. Your heart then starts pounding at full speed.

"Yes..."

The End...

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