#it's just frustrating as ffffuck

[vickyvicarious]

ooooh, I love Patrick Hennessey's voice!

Renfield getting possessive over Dracula... or possibly just recognizing that the boxes being taken away means Dracula might leave too, and he wants to prevent that.

kfjsldf Renfield is so good at managing the staff here. politely gaslighting them to believe he's oblivious to his own actions then escaping

OHkay the dull thuds were quite awful when he's slamming the guy's head into the ground

"you know I'm no lightweight" between this and Seward knocking Renfield off with one punch I now find myself imagining them like. wrestling each other for fun or something at least once. (jack would have gotten very bisexual about it and then refused to look dr. hennessey in the face for days probably)

"'I'll frustrate them! They shan't rob me! they shan't murder me by inches! I'll fight for my Lord and Master!'" I love how rough his voice sounds here, so different from usual. Also the murder me by inches is such a vivid and bleak way to describe being deprived of the chance at supernatural life.

sorry for your finger, Hardy

YES, the first of the very thirsty men who are suddenly more relaxed when given a drink. it's so funny

but really, Hennessey managed that very well. his quick smoothing over and attention to detail could be really helpful if anyone decided to sue them or something over this.

the phonograph noises at the beginning of Jack's entry at first made me think they were at the end of Hennessey's report, and it would be very funny if Jack insisted on getting his report in phonograph form. That, or Hennessey just wanted to take the chance to see what all the fuss was about.

...and then Jack started speaking and all amusement was lost. God, he's wrecked.

the stop and scoff before "too miserable" GODDDD

"the flapping of the wings of the angel of death" yeah he's been flapping a lot the bastard

but really, the way Jack lists them off, so bitterly, damn it's horrible

is he drinking? or trying to keep from crying? I mean he's definitely doing that either way but

the shake on "we must not all break down"

van Helsing speaking SO GENTLY to Arthur, auuugh

"You shall lie on one, and I on the other, and our sympathy will be comfort to each other, even though we do not speak, and even if we sleep." this is so sweet, I can't believe I'd forgotten about it

"in this room, as in the other," of course, it makes sense not to keep Lucy in her own bedroom, where the windows are shattered and where her mother died... but I wonder where she is. Did I miss a line about it somewhere? A part of me imagines Mrs. Westenra's room, which would mean they both die in one another's beds. :(

NOT THE TEETH

"Her teeth, in the dim, uncertain light, seemed longer... and sharper than they had been in the morning. In particular - by some trick of the light, the canine teeth looked... longer... and sharper than the rest." he repeats 'longer and sharper' twice, and especially the second time sounds so... nearly fascinated. It reminds me of Jonathan describing Dracula.

"there came a sort of dull flapping or buffeting at the window" there he is, the flappy asshole. angel of death himself.

"It struck me as curious that the moment she became conscious she pressed the garlic flowers close to her. It was certainly odd that whenever she got into that lethargic state, with the stertorous breathing, she put the flowers from her; but that when she waked she clutched them close." SHE'S TRYING. GOD I WANNA CRY

van Helsing's fear and despair is so well conveyed. and when he spends several minutes staring at her and then sounds so calm - he is determined.

"I went to the dining-room and waked him." the way Jack says this line is just. brutal.

I CAN'T LISTEN TO ART BREAK DOWN THIS IS GONNA DESTROY ME

the saddest "my dear old fellow" in the world

brushing Lucy's hair... I love that this makes Jack cry, because it makes me cry too.

ffffuck her shaky greeting to Arthur.

so I was talking a little bit ago about how Jack seems to distance himself unconsciously and start referring to Lucy as a thing whenever she is in more vampiric mode, and I love to hear it reflected in his voice here too. He goes from being so choked up with emotion to sounding almost cold as he says "the mouth opened,"

and he sounds so disturbed when he calls her eyes "dull" and her voice "voluptuous"

oh no oh no that "oh my love " is SO DAMN SINISTER art don't do it don't do it. like damn, I can't even make a joke about van helsing playing chaperone I'm just thankful that he's there!

it's not like being a vampire is transferrable through saliva or anything anyway but. she sounded so scary there.

Jack's delivery about van Helsing pulling Arthur back from the kiss was so funny. He sounds so incredulous: "dragged him back with a fury of strength which I never thought he could have possessed," van Helsing may joke about him being bitchless but Jack was here thinking he was a frail old man so who's laughing now. (van Helsing. definitely still van Helsing.)

van Helsing's panting!

art, bless him, choosing not to get into a fight over his fiance's deathbed. (the way Jack's voice gets rough on "and the occasion" uggggh)

god, Lucy's voice makes me so sad. that final "and give me peace"......

"Their eyes met instead of their lips; and so they parted." THIS LINE.

nooooooo don't make me listen to Art cry fuck it's breaking me

the music while Jack is talking about there being peace for Lucy is so ominous!!! also I love the way he is so clearly trying so hard to stay composed and say something nice and look on the bright side if only a little... and then van Helsing has to be mysterious and ominous and ruin that for him too

van Helsing Barbie strikes again

"only some letters and a few memoranda, and a diary new begun." those last few words are so sad. She never got to do more than just begin her diary. She never got to even begin her new life before it was taken away from her.

"we both started at the beauty before us," Beautiful Corpse Jumpscare

"He had not loved her as I had, and there was no need for tears in his eyes." I get how you feel but that's pretty dang rude, Jack. He's told you that he loves her and wanted to save her. He already cried for her once.

kjdsfljksdf THE DELIVERY of "I want to cut off her head and take out her heart." and. no DUH he's shocked, vH! don't go acting like this is typical surgeon behavior/reaction. omg.

and then that sigh and 'kind' concession that 'all you have to do is help me cut off her head that's all'

I fucking love the delivery of "no good to her, to us, to science, to human knowledge"

"I may err—I am but man; but I believe in all I do." the way his voice almost wavers on the word 'believe'. Not out of doubt, but emotion.

"and she kiss my rough old hand and bless me?" the way he says this line... he was so affected by her trust in him and her final request. he feels honored and burdened both.

Jack being so emotional about the maid grieving for Lucy... and me sitting there knowing that she's in there to steal from Lucy. (or at least, she does even if it's not why she went in)

mr. marquand! you are a decent guy, thank you for trying to look out for Lucy's interests. anyone who tries to give her agency is good in my book. even if your rejoicing is in. rather poor taste. (Jack's laugh at that is great!)

Art bringing Jack in with him is so sweet, god, god, his crying.... THE WAY HE SAYS JACK'S NAME. THE WAY HE SAYS THERE'S NOTHING TO LIVE FOR

Jack's line about men only needing "a grip of the hand, the tightening of an arm over the shoulder, a sob in unison," was already ridiculous but the way says it like he's trying so hard to convince himself

I hit the bulletpoint character limit. Wow.

Anyways the delivery is so stiff-upper-lip-this-is-fine, it's great. especially as the further into the line he gets the more you can hear him trying not to sob as well.

THE SADDEST SMOOCH NOISES

the way Art reacts to being called 'Lord'. ""No, no, not that, for God's sake! not yet at any rate." he sounds so desperate, the POOR MAN

and the way he is taking deep breaths while talking to van Helsing. He is working so fucking hard to be kind and try and make things easier and get through this without lashing out at anyone. I love him so much.

and van Helsing immediately follows up with "I stole your dead girlfriend's letters, can I keep them?" I KNOW he feels bad about it and he feels it is necessary and everything but. damn okay.

NOT A LULLABY NOOOOOOOOOO

GOD THAT'S SO SAD. DO NOT COME INTO THE NIGHT DO NOT GO TO SLEEP MY DEAR :( :( oh how dare you with that line about eternal life/shine so bright" AND TAKE MY BITE NOOOOOOO

#dracula daily #re: dracula #lucy westenra #van helsing #jack seward #arthur holmwood

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I'm so fucking simpy for Connie right now.

He's so stupid (not really, though!!!) and hot. Imagine him getting out of the shower, wearing only redonk low-hanging sweats and a towel around his shoulders to catch those last annoying drips of water from that shaved head that would feel so good tickling between your thighs. Imagine looking down and seeing him just leering at you. Not out of anger or frustration (not too bad, anyway). But he just loves eating pussy so much that he's going to get you off a few times before he even takes his cock out of his pants. And when he does finally take his clothes off, oh sweet mother of colgate toothpaste. He. Is. So. Fucking. Beautiful. He's not obscenely huge like Erwin or Reiner or anything. But he is CUT like a fucking diamond in the rough. He's packin' some heat. 7.5" and he knows how tf to use it. He climbs up over the edge of the bed and lays between your legs, replacing his face with his body that is just all hard. You could rub yourself against his chest and get yourself off. (He'll come back to that another day, though). "Hi." He says as he starts kissing your tits and all the way up to those little secret spots he's discovered on your neck. You wanna talk but can't form a sentence when he's sucking on your skin the way he is. But he loves how he leaves you speechless. Running his hands up your thighs to your waist and he pulls you in closer to him (as if that's even possible). He drops his hot lips along your jaw and makes his way around to your lips and he just kisses you. So fucking slowly that you're like, lifting your hips off of the bed to fucking feel something more because he's not moving enough for you.

Buttt he knowsss.

He knows that even though he made you cum like 3 times that you can't stand how he feels on top of you. His hard, hot body. FINALLY he scoots up more so that his shoulders are just above yours and he takes his leaky cock in hand and drags it over your wet pussy. Teasing you with his tip. Putting it in and you're like "Oh thank fuck, thank you, thank you, Connie. You feel so fucking amazing" and he's all, "Oh? This?" And he is balls deep in you in less than a second. "Oh fuck yesss," you hiss as you start to move in sync with him. But he's a little brat and will play with you. He'll pull out everything but the tip and fuck you like that for a while. Completely avoiding your needy clit. And you're about feral for him at this point. "Con, stop fucking around." You whimper. He starts sucking on one of your nipples and you're just so fucking worked up that you're about to cum from that alone. But before you can, he buries himself inside of you again and starts thrusting at the perfect speed. It feels good, but not too good just yet. For you, anyway. He's a moaning baby on top of you. "Ffffuck, honey, oh fuckkk feel s'good, hoh damn. Why you so tight right now, huh? Your little pussy squeezing me more than usual. Fucking pretty little thing, huh? Ahhh fuck, cum with me cum with me cum with me!!" He rolls his hips into you a few more times, so precisely that you cum with him as he blows his load into your cunt.

He's got it down to a science, making you cum with him. He's such a good boy, yeah?

Tagging ::: @arlerts-angel @callm3senpaii @bakubunny

#connie #connie springer #connie springer aot #aot connie springer #attack on titan #attack on titan connie #connie springer smut #connie aot smut #connie x reader #connie aot #aot #aged up character #aged up connie

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Sneaky Rat~

Minors do NOT interact. Dom! Listener, Charlie is a peeping tom (manifested it before Yan!Charles fr), name calling (called pervert, he just found something about himself), face riding, riding dick (assumed bc it got to long)

When Casper was told by Charlie he wouldn't be here for the day they shrugged it off "Okay! I'm probably not gonna do anything today, so love you and be safe." But when he left. Casper couldn't help but think about his hot mouth, how even when just talking to them he'd slur some of his words. In this way that just got Cas going.

It didn't help that they heard a whimpering audio on tiktok that almost sounded like Charlie. Fuck, they just want to use that tongue of his now. Shaking that thought away quickly as it came since Charlie needed to do that thing. Cas couldn't remember what it was but it was something. So instead they grabbed their phone and a toy.

Playing with their sex, they though how charlie moaned for them. How he would get this fucked look on his face, even drooling a bit. Luckily Charlie was into audio recording of both of them fucking. "Casper! Ffffuck! Yeah...ye-yeah! Oh baby fuck!" Words worked their way into their groin.

Casper made the toy go faster, fuck it wasn't like Charlie's mouth or dick. With a frustrated noise they went quicker to try and mimic the way he would. Moans bounced off the walls as they went faster "Fuck! Oh Charlie~ shit! Fuck need you." Throwing their head back they moaned as they felt their climax raising.

While this was happening Charlie was watching intensely from the bedroom door. His dick was hard, slowly getting it out, he began to pleasure himself. Matching the strokes of Casper's toy, he felt himself buck into his hand as Cas moaned for him. Their back was arched as they moaned louder "FUCK! YES! OOOHHH~" Casper let out as they finally came for the first time.

It didn't satisfy them, sure the audio was Charlie. But it wasn't Charlie, fuck they need him so bad right now. While on the other hand the blonde was panting hard as he saw their mess leaking all of the toy. His throat suddenly felt dry, the urge of lapping it up overcame him. But, suddenly a dazed Casper looked over and blinked "Charlie?" He froze as his dick was still in his hand and his cum was dripping down to the floor.

Smiling sheepishly he greeted them "H-hey Cas..." he looked down and then back to then "So...uh...want some help?" Asking as his face felt like fire as he burned for Cas. His heart dropped when Casper gave him that devilish smirk they do. Opening their legs more "Oh? Being a pervert now? How naughty of you Charlie~" pulses of arousal shot to Charlie's dick when they called him a 'pervert'. Don't even get him start on the way they looked at him.

"Well? Come over here and suck me. Since you want to be a perv and look, you might as well be useful." Casper taunted as they beckoned him to them. As if in a trance Charlie nodded and walked slowly to them, waiting for another command. His partner smiled "Strip and lay on the bed." Nodding he rushed to rip his clothing off.

When Charlie did what he was told, his dick got hard as he saw Casper stripping the rest of their clothes off as well. He layed on the bed as they climbed on as well, lightly tracing their fingers on him. With a sinister smile "I decided how you should help. Let me use that mouth of yours." Charlie nodded as his face felt as if it was steaming.

Casper shuffled to his side then swung their leg over his head. Charlie was shivering in anticipation, Casper looked down at him smiling "Oh? Are you getting more excited?" Casper held their sex showing it off to Charlie. His breath against them made the choice of sitting on his face more desirable.

"Open." The command made Charlie listen and he did. Casper them hovered over his face and smiled "If you don't make me cum two times, you won't." Charlie nodded and Casper finally sat. With a satisfy moan Casper began to rock on Charlie's face "fuck that mou-AH!" Charlie began to work his tongue on them sucking and teasing.

Charlie was clutching their hips pulling them closer as they rocked harder on his face. He moaned as they gripped his hair, their thighs closing in around his head made him dizzy, a moan told him Casper came. But that didn't stop him from continuing faster, his hair was then gripped harder by his partner as they moaned louder.

"Fuck! God I love your tongue! Yes...yes-es...yes yes!" Casper was rocking down hard on Charlie. His nose felt so good against them. But, his tongue even better, moaning in surprise one of Charlie's hands gripped Casper's ass hard. The other went to play with their sex with his tongue, nose, and fingers Casper threw their head back.

Charlie felt arousal build in his stomach as he heard Casper's moans. Rutting against air he felt himself cum along with Casper. Fuck they tasted so good on his tongue, but before he could go again to taste more Casper yanked him back slowly lifted themselves off of him. Panting hard they looked down and smirked "Such..." They then looked back glancing at his dick.

"Oh?" The tone of their voice made Charlie feel even more arousal "Did you cum with just tasting me?" They looked down as Charlie tried to look away from their eyes. But with a slight tug of his hair didn't let that happen "no no no baby. Come on did you really?" Charlie gave a slight nod "Y-yes I did Cas." His voice was small as he look pleasingly in Casper's eyes.

"Awe. Poor lil perv go off by just tasting me. You were already hard while watching. How about I give you a bit more?" Casper then sung their body off of him. Then went to straddle his waist "Say you want me to ruin you." Casper looked down at Charlie with seductive eyes.

With a tremble in his voice Charlie repeated what Casper said, "I-uh want you to ruin m..me." With a sharp smirk Casper readied themselves to take him. Charlie held their waist as they slowly went down on his dick.

.•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•.

might do a part 2 tbh bc this got long-

So yeah this is the other smut I was writing Auron's is still in the works along with Alphonse's domestic fluff!

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice smut #red writes

[diaco1968]

hi i wanted to request a lilttle something... bakugou with a s/o who is jumpy but then gets angry (not full on raging just a couple of curses) at other person for doin it like umm gets scared not scared but gets a lil heart attack when someone suprises, not even intentionally, like they might doin some shit and were unaware that he was standing behind and gets surprised when they turn around. also i hope you're doin well and takin care of urself!! and pls dont overwork urself!

Thank you that's very sweet of you, Hope you're doing well too :* also I think this one was sfw so I did a bit of a crack/fluff. And wasn't sure if it was headcanon or story so did a bit of both, hope you enjoy it! <3

No Warning, just a bit of cursing.

Easily jumpy you say? You can bet your bottom dollar he will exploit that. He will scare you indeed but not in a "boo! Gotcha" way, more in a stand there and loom over you until you notice his presence and crap yourself. Also will like to always deny he enjoys it so he prefers the passive way. He finds it kinda cute, kinda funny, when you, looking all tiny compared to him, and all mad, start cursing away with that pretty little mouth of yours. Probably likes it cause you remind him of a mini-Bakugou?

He will usually brush you off with a forehead or top of the head kiss as well just to add to your frustration.

The only time he will draw the line though is when even though you know things can make you jumo easily, but you are being clumsy about it... :

You squinted your eyes at the glass wondering how stubborn can a stain be as the water rinsed away the foam and the bubbles off and the stain remained just as it was before you even started to clean the windows. You were alone in the house and got bored so you decided to be productive and clean up. And You've been doing this particular window for some time now, the music was blasting and it was all you could hear except the screechy noise of your cloth wipe over the glass of the window, that's why it was only natural that you didn't hear Bakugou walk in a while ago as he stood a couple steps behind the chair and watched your whole body jiggle as you struggled on.

He had his hands crossed over his chest deciding how to approach the situation, annoyed that you were standing on a chair so close to the window, not even worried that you might fall out. On the other hand he didn't want to alarm you by declaring his presence and actually causing the fall, knowing your history of jumpiness.

He didn't decide quick enough though.

You hand was cramping by now and your shoulder was aching so you stopped wiping your forehead in frustration with the back of your arm after you threw the cloth in the bucket and you turned around on the chair to hop off to fetch some other chemicals.

That's when you saw the figure standing behind you.

Your heart skipped a beat as all your muscles went momentarily rigid, a quick cold shiver running down your spine and as per your usual reflex your mouth was the first thing that got control back.

"Ffffucking bitch ass dick suckerssss!-"

By this time you had mentally realised that it was just Bakugou and not some scary entity or invader or anything and that it was going to be fine to calm down. Except. Your foot slipped on the chair and you started falling back. Towards the window.

In the midst of your own panic you didn't have time to see Bakugou's eyes widening in fright and as you closed your eyes bracing yourself for your fate you cursed the universe one last time,

"Son of a bitch!"

You did not feel anything but you heard the window shatter and then nothing. Took a you a while to notice the sound of heavy deep breaths over you. Probably through angry flared up nose trills? None other than Bakugou?

You opened your eyes and sure enough he was staring at you through narrowed eyes ready to explode.

He had wrapped his arm around your waist and was standing in a very awkward position with you literally draped backwards on his arm. You had even gripped onto him in your panic without noticing. You looked up at him through your lashes still feeling your heartbeat in your throat, and seeing as his chest was flushed against yours he could probably feel it too.

He glared at you a few more seconds and finally let out a sigh through his clenched teeth, settling on insulting you instead of scolding you.

"You total dumbass!"

You rolled your eyes and tried to find your footing.

"I'm the dumbass? You scared the hell out of me! You silent creepy lizard!"

His eye twitched but you could victoriously notice the hesitation in him as he tried to figure out from where did you pull that colorful one out of. It always surprised him how you exploded onto him whenever he scared you, intentionally or not. He found it cute and funny. But not when you almost got yourself killed.

"Why were you standing on the chair by the window? Didn't I tell you I will do the windows myself?"

You blinked remembering that he had specifically told you not to do the windows.

"Uh...no?"

He didn't buy it though.

"Okay, sorry... just wanted to do something useful around the house. No pleasing you, huh?"

His expression immediately softened and he heaved another sigh, before stepping out of the broken shards on the floor, putting you up on your feet and hugging your face to his chest.

"If you are waiting for me to apologize for scaring you, you can stop holding your breath,"

You could hear the vibrations of his rapid heartbeat as he pressed you more to himself and you hugged him around the waist.

"you scared me way worse."

"I know..."

The hug lasted a few moments until you had both calmed down and he finally unwrappes himself from around you.

"I'll go find out who to call for the broken window. Don't touch anything. Do NOT cut yourself."

He warned as he walked off leaving you nodding at the stain that was still perfectly preseved on one of the shards. You leaned down and picked it up. Rotated it to the side that would be facing outside the window and the stain immediately came off as you rubbed your thumb over it.

"Bloody fucking cunt!"

#REQUEST #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou

[cemeteryxdriven]

now my brain is all bzzzzzz in a kinda bad kinda frustrating way, it’s fucking almost 2am and I’m half pining and half trying to make myself get over the person I’m pining for

(even though I really don’t ever want to get over them and I know i never will, soulmates don’t work like that, they could come running back to me in 20 years and I’d drop my entire life for them)

so I’m chainsmoking and waiting for the two ativan I just popped to kick in because ffffuck thissss I just want brain quiet so I can sleep

fuckin jinxed it by reminiscing on my hoe days and wondering what happened to old hookups w my bff earlier tonight

i wound up tinder doom-swiping out of boredom and I match w this dude who I’ve got history with and somehow we always end up running into each other when we need to get over someone or something, there’s a complicated history

like yeah I know I swiped right it takes two to match but idk where imma go from here

like I’m not entirely sure if I’m going into a manic spike bc it’s been a while and if that’s the root cause I don’t wanna make a dumb fucking choice that non-manic me will regret ya feel

#part of me wants to do a shot but I do not need to puke tonight and I’m not the drinker I once was #I have no weed rn that’s not helping #brain brain go away #it’s 2am why am I fucking like thissss

[countlessrealities]

@thcpresidcnt sent: 🍷 { To SR from E-Rick 👀 } Send in 🍷 to walk in on my muse wasted

Rick liked thinking that he was a little more decent than most of his counterpart. He was quieter, more dutiful, more straightforward. Hell, he was nicer too. Not to mention that, unlike the majority of the Ricks, he had never been an alcoholic. He mostly drank socially or, at worst, he had something strong of a bad day.

Getting drunk wasn't his thing. When it happened it always because of a certain black market dealer. AR's rashness tended to be infectious and Rick wasn't immune to it. Yet he was still careful, to make sure that it wouldn't turn into a habit.

So, finding the guard at the bar most of his colleagues frequented, slumped on top of a table, was not just a rare sight. It had never happened.

Rick let out a low grunt, flagging the waiter Morty for another refill. He should stop, but he could still make out his own thoughts, which meant that he wasn't drunk enough yet.

What frustrated him the most was that Nora was right. He had never been a very present father, or grandfather, but lately he had been visiting her, Beth and Summer even less. Since the elections, things had gotten busier, leaving him few chances to travel back to his dimension. He had tried to explain himself, but his daughter-in-law had refused to listen.

And that was why he had ended up there, attempting to drink away the memory of Nora's voice telling him that he was "neglecting his family again", just as he had done after his and Diane's divorce.

"G-Goddammit," Rick muttered, making to reach for the drink the waiter had left on the table. The alcohol, however, had impaired his eye-hand coordination and he missed the glass, accidentally knocking the book resting by his elbow on the floor. A disgruntled sound left his lips and he ran a hand over his face. Great.

Bending over the edge of the edge of the booth to retrieve it turn out to be a bad idea. The novel was a little out of his reach and the extra stretch cause him to lose his balance and fall forward...right against someone's legs.

"Oh, s-shit! S-Sorry, I didn't mean to b-" He started, but the words got stuck in his throat as he looked up at the other Rick, instantly recognising him.

'Oh shit' indeed. The person towering over him was none other than the President's second-in-command. His boss. He was so screwed.

"Ffffuck...I-I mean! S-Sor...I-I apologise, Commander," he hurried to blurt out, clumsily trying to get back on his feet. "I-I didn't mean to...an-and I'm not...on duty, sir, I-I'd never...it's not what -"

He cut himself off abruptly once again as his body swayed forwards, too unstable to allow him to stand. Instinctively, Rick grabbed onto the other's arm to steady himself. The grip, however, lingered just for a couple of seconds because he let go, as if he had been burnt, the moment his mind registered he had done.

The too abrupt movement caused him to lose his balance again and he tumbled back on the floor, amid the laughter of the other patrons. God, this was so humiliating. Seeing no sense in trying again, he hung his head in shame.

"I-It's...I-I had a bad day."

#[ ic :: s314 Rick ] #&& 'Evil' Rick #[ v. Law and order...I wish! ; main verse :: s314 Rick ] #thcpresidcnt #[[ I'm crying this is his very FIRST appearance on this blog xD ]] #[[ and he's thoroughly embarrassing himself in front of his BOSS xD ]] #[[ I'd say that I'm sorry but I'm not xD ]]

[saixpuppy]

i feel. frustrated.

i am generally apathetic and avoidant towards most things, because it’s generally not worth my time/energy investment. but the one stupid instance where i do actually get angry, and feel vitriolically aggressive, is towards people i care about or have invested time into, when they make questionable decisions or fail to act in their best interest.

and i ffffucking hate it. i feel like i turn into a raging asshole, and only ever at people who i actually give a shit about. genuinely, it would be so much easier if i just did not care about anyone. because i wouldn’t have any sort of engaged response.

i feel like i’m missing some stupid script about “how to express concern without being a raging cunt to people you care about.” i probably am! there’s a solid chance it’s all some dumb manifestation of schizoid symptoms.

doesn’t stop me from being the kind of person who is a royal cunt, but only to people they care about. love to see it. why can’t i just be nice?? if i didn’t have any reason to be mad, if i didn’t care, i’d have no problem just turning the fuck off and nodding politely and letting people reap what they sow. at some point i have to wonder if i wouldn’t be better off just disconnecting and self-isolating for both my own well-being and the good of others.

fussing. i probably need more fucking sleep.

#.eros #long post stupid vent feel free to ignore. #or advise. i'm open. #i really need to change my personal tag. egh. #delete later?? delete later

[for-fvckssake]

"it- ffffuck- it doesn't hurt to try, hm? fucking fake it till you make it", his chest rumbles in a deep laugh before it melts into a sultry moan. your squirming and unsuccesful attempts to meet his thrusts making his fat cock twitch inside you as your frustration seeps into him.

eren sits back up, pulling you by your thighs to bury his dick impossibly deeper  a suttle telltale that he was about to cum. "g-gonna fill you up so fucking g-good! and you're gonna hold it in for daddy cause we can't let it go to waste, can we? gotta make sure it takes", his eyes threaten to rolls back, hips speeding up as he chases his own high

-Ren

f-fuck-yeah, yeah anything you want ren, just keep on fucking me-!

i say with a sob as i clench around you and hold as tight to you as i possibly can, whining into your neck while you fuck up into me, hard

d-dont- stop-!!

[arcaneyouth]

we all know having 1 mental illness makes you so likely to have like 15 other mental illnesses, but today i have realized it’s the same with physical illness! you get one, you get them all or you’re constantly at risk for getting them all! yayyy!!

#vent post #negative #ok to reblog #if anybody wants to reblog just to yell in solidarity either for the mental illness or physical illness i am so ok with that #hi! i am chronically ill. i have cystic fibrosis. the basic rundown explanation for that is #my nose pancreas and lungs are all kinda fucked up #if there were any merciful god in the world that would be the end of it cause that already sucks #but i'm also at risk for bone disease teeth problems diabetes higher risk of mental illness (i already have like 4-5 of those so yeah) #heart problems other lung problems and i think like kidney bladder problems has been brought up before that's fun #and the meds i'm on put at me at risk for cataracts #i've been lucky with most of these but my luck is gonna run out at some point :) #fully expecting to eventually end up having diabetes too cause now my dad has it. #and apparently my back is ever so slightly not curved right but that hasn't caused issues. Yet. #or maybe it has and we just don't know it. cause my back got so fucked up i needed surgery a couple years ago. we still don't know how #it's also easier for me to get sick so you can imagine i've been having a GREAT time during this pandemic #WHY does my BODY have so many PROBLEMS and POTENTIAL PROBLEMS #not looking forward to getting old. my body is already pretty fucked what's it gonna be like when normal people's bodies get fucked #made this post cause i've potentially got more bone problems who knows lmao #also if anybody's wondering i'm doing fine i'm on really good meds and i got the covid vaccine a while ago #it's just frustrating as ffffuck #5/10

[hext00ns]

.

#hex bitches #I’m fuckin frustrated cause I can’t sleep #I’m so stressed about a buncha stuff that I can’t relax or sleep or anything #it’s really frustrating #I feel like #stuck rn #and I ffffucking hate that feeling #it’s driving me crazy #I have so much shit on my plate and like #not all of it is bad but it’s a lot and it’s frustrating me #I’ll be fine and it’ll be okay #it’ll all work out I know #just gotta yell and bitch and scream cause I’m really feelin it rn

[the-slasher-files]

UNDER THE STARS

KINKTOBER - SERVING ORAL - BO SINCLAIR

This is definitely a softer side of Bo and it is basically just about him eating a female reader out with female parts. No warnings except the daddy kink... Hope you enjoy🔪💕

MASTERLIST

It was a rare night with you two, something was on his mind all day but it was a touchy thing to ask Bo about his feelings or his trauma, so you forced him out of the town that would be his grave. On the road about 45 minutes, he brought you to an open meadow, off the beaten path that his old truck conquered easily. He had brought you here before on a quiet night like now, the Lousiana cadence soothed you and the damp, warm air filled your lungs as you both laid on the truck flatbed.

Gazing up at the stars together, well, you were. Bo just looked at you with a million thoughts running through his mind but he almost looked bored.

"Are ya done yet?" He broke the calm silence making you sigh, closing your eyes for a moment and turning your head to meet the beautiful baby blues.

A soft smile graced your face "Can't you just sit and enjoy something for more than 5 minutes... Boregaurd?" You teased with a giggle. Years ago that name would've gotten you killed but tonight there was no malice on either side, it just made him huff and roll his eyes.

"Alrigh'" Bo groaned and sat up, jumping off the truck and standing where your feet hung off the rusted tailgate.

"Bo, what are yo- Bo!" You were about to ask but then started to giggle when his large hands grabbed your ankles, pulling you so your ass was on the edge of the tailgate.

"Sit n' enjoy or whatever you said" He murmured as his large rough hands smoothed up your thighs making your spine tingle and an easy arousal start in your core.

Biting your lip, you watched Bo; His navy blue button-up was only half buttoned and with the oil-stained sleeves rolled up, tossing his old trucker hat to the side and the brown curls hanging on his forehead. Bo's intense blue eyes always made your insides turn, at first in a bad way but now it was always in need for him, a deep ache in your body and soul for the man you knew was truly Bo.

"Baby, you were supposed to sit with me and enjoy, not just me." You teased him with a smirk but he just smirked right back, lazily kissing up your clothed thighs.

"Oh, I will enjoy with you, babygirl" Bo drawled and quickly yanked down your pants making you squeak with a slight whine. "Daddy will always take care of you"

"Dadd-"

"I know, darlin'. I know"

You could already feel yourself getting wet just but his roughness but his soft words were the deadly combination to make you totally submissive, and he knew that. Of course he did. Slowly his warm tongue licked up your bare thigh, making you shiver as the breeze cooled the sensitive flesh and by instinct your legs pulled apart for him, waiting. Usually, Bo would just aggressively take you without even a second thought, but tonight was different, maybe it was because you weren't in town and he was free to be his true self, away from the pain, trauma and away from his brothers.

Bo's lips slowly grazed your panty clad pussy, "Awe, so wet for me already... poor girl." His warm breath against your heat and the smug attitude you could never get enough of making your heart beat faster with each moment.

A comment was about to fall from your lips but it was lost once the ripping of fabric could be heard and there was a sudden assault on your dripping cunt. Throwing your head back, Bo worked like a starved man, licking up all your juices and never not looking away to see every twist of pleasure on your beautiful face.

"Ffffuck, B-Bo. God-" You moaned out, grasping his hair with a shaky hand making a growl erupt from the man between your legs, you could care less if he was mad about the hair tugging, his mouth was just too good and it frustrated you that he knew that and he wouldn't use it often... well for this at least.

Propping yourself on your elbows, you met those eyes and your core tightened, feeling Bo's tongue wiggled inside you as his teeth grazed your throbbing clit.

"Daddy... Please" You begged out into the quiet night "Oh my god Boooo"

As you felt yourself getting close, he stopped, his mouth and chin glistening in the moonlight and he spat on your clit making you jump a little. "Sshh, we have all night, angel"

#my writing #kinktober #kinktober 2021 #bo sinclair #house of wax 2005 #horror #slasher #slashers #x you #slasher x s/o #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #slasher fanfiction #slasher fandom

[dakarimainink]

I’m gonna fuck you the way you need to be fucked

pairing: johnny silverhand x female v

word count: 3,5K (probably too long for a one-shot)

warning: smut, rough ;), bodily ~~, multiple :o

note:  (I forgot to post this here!! I posted it on my ao3 and have received a lot of great feedback on it. ;_; )

Originally posted by john-seed

V slumped down in bed; her body worn after a stressful but successful mission. She let out a deep sigh as she kicked off her shoes and threw her jacket on the floor. She closed her eyes when the familiar sound nagging at the back of her head echoed in her ears.

“That went fuckin’ well.”

“Shut the fuck up. We got the goods.” V growled and sat up in bed. She found Johnny leaning against the wall, arms crossed with an I-don’t-care attitude. “I need some rest, so can you just fuck off for the rest of the night?”

He shifted, crossing one foot over the other and lit up his usual cigarette. “At least take a shower, you fuckin’ stink.” He took a deep drag and blew out the smoke towards V. “And you got blood covering half your face.”

V rolled her eyes in annoyance and slid out of bed. She glanced at her jacket and noticed small splatters of dried blood covering the black leather. The memory of bullet exchange and screaming ringed in her head. She shook her head at the flashback and walked over to her bathroom.

Her reflection appeared in the mirror and it was covered in blood. “Told you your face was covered in blood.” V saw Johnny’s reflection, leaning on the wall behind her. “And again, you smell like shit.”

V grabbed her hairbrush, turned around and threw it at him. He disappeared and reappeared sitting on the edge of the counter. “I knew you were going to throw that hairbrush before you threw it, dumbass. We share same mind.”

“Fuck off.” V hissed and pulled off her t-shirt. “I mean it, Johnny, piss off.” Johnny let out a sigh before disappearing in his usual glitchy way. She took off the rest of her clothes and stepped into the shower. She placed both hands on the wall as the water fell from above and flowed down her body. As her muscles finally begun to relax, she felt that itch she had before she took on the mission.

V looked over her shoulder. No sign of Johnny, even though she knew he was somewhere inside her head. She lowered her right hand and slid a single finger into her slit. A low moan escaped her lips as she curled her finger and pressed the palm of her hand on her nub. A small fire licked her insides and her head snapped back with a delicious sigh. Another finger slid in and she picked up her pace. It was heavenly to let go off some steam and to scratch the aching itch. She kept rubbing her clit, feeling an orgasm grow within her and her legs starting to shake.

“Enjoying yourself?” Johnny’s voice made V’s eyes snap open and she retrieved her hand as if she had been burnt.

“Fuck!” She barked out and looked over her shoulder. Johnny was leaning against the wall, looking up and down her body. “Johnny, for fuck’s sake!” The fire within her turned to anger and she turned off the shower. Without trying to hide her body, as she assumed he had already seen her naked all the other times she was in the shower, she grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. “Five fucking minutes, Johnny. That’s all I am asking for.” She stomped out of the bathroom and over to her closet, where she put on a pair of panties and a t-shirt.

“I felt your orgasm build up, V. Of course I’m gonna come out and have a look. Seeing you in the shower, playing with yourself.” He bit his right knuckle and tried not to think of the beautiful sight he had just seen.

V let out a deep sigh as she sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling her sore muscles sigh out with her. Johnny appeared in front of her, standing with crossed arms. “You’re not gonna finish?” He asked curiously as he looked down at her.

“No… No I won’t.” She crawled further into bed and laid beneath the duvet. “I’m going to sleep, so you may truly fuck off now.” She turned her back to him and closed her eyes shut. It didn’t take long until her worn out body fell asleep.

~

V opened her eyes. A few slivers of moonlight shone through her blinds. It was quiet and V turned to lay on her back. The aching itch was back and she bit her lip. “Ah fuck it.” She whispered and slid her hand down her stomach. She rubbed the outside of her panties and a low moan left her lips.

The friction felt good, but the ache needed more than just some soft rubs outside the silky textures of her panties. She knew she wouldn’t fall asleep again without setting an end to this itch.

She slid her slender fingers down her panties, through the dark curls and begun to make circular motions on her clit. The touch made her lightly pant and spread her legs further apart. Her middle finger slid down between her folds and bent into her wet hole. She followed with her index finger as well. Even though she wished it were more filling, it would do for now. At least she would be able to fall asleep after this.

She curled her fingers, not quite reaching the perfect spot within herself, sending a spike of frustration through her, but the sparks of joy were flickering within her. Her eyes were closed, images of past brain dances popped into her head. The erotic images and sexual noises hummed inside her head, making fingering herself more enjoyable. A moan escaped her lips as she rubbed her palm against her clit with her fingers inside.

“This isn’t gonna make you cum.” Johnny’s voice startled her. Her eyes snapped open and she found Johnny standing next to her bed.

An exasperated sigh came out of V as she rolled her eyes. “What the fuck do you know about that?” She retrieved her hand.

“I’m inside your head, V. Don’t pretend like your fetishes are unknown to me.” He crossed his arms and looked down at her. His gaze sent a shiver down her spine. “It’s fuckin’ frustrating for me as well when you keep fingering yourself, but nothing comes out of it. It’s about time someone makes you cum.” He stepped onto the bed and before V could utter a word, he was lying on his side, leaning on his right elbow next to her.

He placed his left hand on her thigh. His cold metal against her warm skin. Goode bumps popped up all over her skin. Both watched his hand slowly creep up to the apex of her thigh. His fingers slid over her panties, gently pressing down over her nub, circling it a few times before continuing up her stomach. V was already panting when his hand cupped her right breast.

“I know what you fuckin’ crave, V.” He mumbled as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger. V took a sharp intake of breath as her tits perked up and Johnny moved his hand to her left breast. He gently squeezed it before pinching the nipple. “Now…” He whispered as his hand travelled further up her body. “I’m gonna do three things to you.” His hand went up to her neck and wrapped around her throat. He squeezed, lowering the oxygen intake as he forced her head to turn to him. Their gazes were locked, both filled with lust and desire. “I’m gonna eat you out.” His words tickled her insides. His breath hot on her face as he spoke. “I’m gonna fuck you the way you need to be fucked.” Her panties were already soaked from his whispered promises. “And I’m gonna make you cum so hard you’ll never have a more pleasurable experience again.” A gasp left her mouth and he caught her in the moment of shock. His lips crashed onto hers and forced them quickly apart to taste her tongue. He squeezed a little harder as their kiss grew more desperate.

He finally broke the kiss and her pleading met his dark desire. “I’ll be the only one who can make you cum after this.” He added with a smirk.

He crawled between her legs and sat on his heels. V looked at him and saw him cock up his eyebrow. Her panting quickened as he hooked the sides of her panties and swiftly pulled them off. He bundled them in his hand and inhaled slowly. “Ffffuck, you smell amazing.” He stuffed the panties in his back pocket and laid down on his stomach.

Her pussy was glistening from his dirty foreplay and the thoughts of his promised words. But Johnny wasn’t done teasing her. He wanted her to beg, just a little, before he dove into her beautiful petals to taste her delicious honey. The thought made his cock twitch beneath his pants. It made him ache to be inside of her, but he had to restrain himself. This was more about her than of him, which was unusual of him to even think of.

He placed butterfly kisses on the inside of her left thigh. Her whole body twitched with need as he slowly made his way to the apex of her thigh. His beard lightly scratching her, leaving a gentle red trail. When he reached the apex, his mouth lingered above her pussy. His hot breath sending tingles to V’s stomach. He barely flicked the tip of his tongue on her clit, making her squirm. He leaned his head back and begun the same slow torture on her right thigh. Light butterfly kisses to the apex, before gently breathing on her drenched pussy.

“Johnny, please.” V whimpered as he flicked his tongue on her clit again. “Ffffuh…” V bit her lower lip as she looked down on him. His lustful eyes smirked, and with their eyes still locked, he drew the flat of his tongue along her whole sex. V’s back immediately arched up, eyes closed and her whole body was set on fire as he dove into her delicate folds with his tongue. Her whole body was heating up, sweat prickling her brow. She slid her t-shirt over her head and threw it to the side. Her heaving breasts kissed by the slivering moonlight.

She tasted like heaven. It was like licking honey straight off the cube and his cock strained against his pants. He sucked on her clit, making her moan loudly and arch her back more. She entangled her fingers into his black locks as he continued his slaughter of eating her out.

V had never felt such pleasure from being licked, sucked and penetrated by a mouth. The sweet motions of his tongue were in stark contrast to his beard scratching against her sensitive skin. She could feel herself nearing the edge of ecstasy as his tongue dove into her. The fire had quickly broken out within her and she was gasping for air as the orgasm was on the verge of tipping her over.

Johnny reached up and grabbed her right breast, squeezing it hard in his hand as the other held her down, keeping her from moving away from his skilled tongue.

“Johnny.” She squirmed. “I’m…” She didn’t manage to end her sentence as he focused on her clit, sucking and circling it with his lips. He knew exactly where she was, and he wanted her to explode. He massaged her little bundle of nerves with the flat of his tongue up and down. Her fingers had gone from his hair to the bedsheets, clawing at the fibres beneath her.

He pressed his face deeper between her folds as she screamed out his name. Her body shaking and shivering from the high of orgasm. He licked and swallowed every drop of her delicious elixir. Her chest pumping up and down, sucking in all the air she could as she slowly made her way down. Her legs were still shaking as Johnny discarded his clothes to the side. V looked through heavy-lidded eyes the athletically built man standing on his knees between her legs, his cock brushing up against her inner thigh.

“Holy fuck, Johnny.” V whispered as the ecstasy was wearing off. V would never admit it, but she didn’t have to either, but Johnny looked good, with and without clothes. She couldn’t help but bite her lip when she realised the size of Johnny’s twitching cock. She licked her lips in anticipation.

“Not tonight, V.” He winked, with a hint of disappointment, but as he agreed with himself of earlier, this was about her, not him.

Johnny bent forward and begun trailing wet kisses from her hips, to her navel where he dipped his tongue in and up to her breasts. He caught her left nipple in between his teeth while fondling her right breast. He squeezed her right breast hard, making V gasp in pleasure.

He knew she loved it, he knew every little thing that turned her on and it drove him wild as well. The thought of controlling a woman to the finest points made him crazy. He was in full control and he knew she loved it.

He nipped and sucked on her nipple. Her fingers entwined into his hair, gently pulling at it for each nibble he took on her. V knew Johnny could make her come just playing with her tits. Hell, just the fucking dirty talk could make her completely soak her panties. His cock was gently rubbing against her drenched folds. The teasing was almost unbearable for both, but Johnny wanted her to beg more. Seeing her become so small and helpless beneath his touch made him want her more.

Another moan escaped her as he sucked on her right nipple and his cold steel hand squeezed her left breast. Her nipple hardened more from the cold touch. V enjoyed the contrast and swallowed thickly. “Johnny, please.” She begged. “I need you inside of me.” Her words grew a grin on his face, but he continued to bite her nipple. Her back arched as she sighed with pleasure.

He trailed wet kisses up to her neck and licked up to behind her ear. He caught her earlobe between his teeth before whispering into her ear. “Tell me how much you want this.” He slid his right hand down between her legs and slowly rubbed her clit. “Beg me for my cock, samurai.”

His slow torture was delicious. “Please, fuck me Johnny. I need it. I need your cock inside of me.” She pleaded between her panting and moaning. He caught her lips in his and invaded her mouth with his tongue.

He ended the kiss and caught her gaze. He spit on his fingers and lubricated his dick, even though V’s slit was more than enough coated in her cum and his spit. He pumped his shaft a few times before placing his head by her entrance. They both held their breath before he slowly entered her, feeling his cock invade her delicate folds. They both groaned at the tight and perfect fit of them both. It was if he was made for her, and only her. When he touched her deepest wall he slowly pulled out and slammed into her. It caught her by surprised and a loud moan ripped through her whole body before exiting her mouth.

He was leaning on his elbows on either side of her, keeping a medium pace for her to match. Her hips meeting him in perfect synchrony. Their breaths mingled and their eyes were locked. It was the most intimate sex V had ever had. She could never look at her one-night stands in the eyes, but with Johnny it felt natural. As if she was drawn to keep eye contact while he slammed feverishly into her.

“Fuck, V.” He breathed. “You feel fucking perfect around my cock.” His words made her arch her back, close her eyes and tilt her head back into the pillows. Johnny looked down on her bouncing breasts and watched his cock go in and out of V. His cock glistening every time the moonlight peeked through the cracks of their moving bodies.

Johnny grabbed her left thigh and pulled it up to his side, squeezing his fingers into her soft flesh. Their grunts and moans filled the quiet room as drops of sweat formed on his forehead. They both were heating up each other, but neither wanted to stop. Their flesh slapping against each other, each thrust getting louder and with more force. He was hitting her inner wall and it made her toes curls.

Her insides were twisting as the second orgasm was coming close and fast. His rhythm was punishingly good, and it was the perfect motion for her. She was starting to wonder how long he would last, as she never wanted this to end. She spread her legs further apart when Johnny leg go of her thigh. He slammed into her hard with a quickening pace, deeper with every thrust.

Her whole body shivered, toes curled and back arched as she howled out Johnny’s name. Her fingers were digging into the mattress as Johnny continued fucking her through the orgasm. He was slowly slowing down as she climber down from her high again.

“V…” Johnny panted, a drop of sweat landing on V’s glistening skin. He bent down and kissed her feverishly. She responded with as much urgency as he did. He broke the kiss and gave her a cocky smile. “Get up, hands on the window.” He pulled out of her; his cock still hard. The emptiness was unforgiving and she quickly did as he had said.

V got out of bed, faced the window and placed both hands on the chill glass. She watched Johnny’s reflection in the glass as he placed himself behind her. His soft touch almost surprised her as he stroked the backside of her thighs. He bent forward and kissed the bottom of her spine all the way up to her neck. It sent pleasant shivers down her back and a smile grew on her lips.

“Open the blinds.” He commanded with a deep voice. His finger stroke ghostly over her body, covering her body in goods bumps. She bit her lip and opened the blinds with a command. “Good girl.” The praise from him made her moan.

He placed his cock by her entrance and without warning slammed into her. The slap between their skin left a stinging sensation on V’s butt. They stood still, revelling on the sensation of being one. He stroked his hands from her back to her breasts and begun to massage them. V leaned back and rested her head on Johnny’s shoulder. He kissed her neck while slowly beginning to move.

“Fuck, you feel so good, V.” He murmured into her ear. They moaned together as he picked up his pace. He placed his left hand on her stomach and his right on her throat. He choked her gently while pressing her closer to him. “I want you to cum with me.” He groaned, half choking on the sentence as he felt her insides tighten around him. She was getting close again. His left hand slid down, his chill steel snuck between her wet and warm folds and begun rubbing her clit. She let out a loud whimper, making Johnny’s cock twitch.

“Johnny…” She gasped as he tightened his grip around her throat.

“Come on, samurai.” He mumbled through clenched teeth, trying his best to hold back. “Come with me.” He rubbed her clit faster and her knees were slowly crumbling beneath her. He squeezed harder until she could barely breathe.

Her fingers dug into his arms as her walls clenched around him. The lack of oxygen sent her higher than she had ever been. She couldn’t utter a single word and her knees finally buckled beneath her. Johnny let go of her throat and she leaned forward on the glass, gasping for air as her orgasm rippled through her body. He thrusted hard into her before letting out a loud grunt, spurting his cum inside of her. Johnny was leaning over her bent and shivering body, kissing her spine as she was still too high. He pulled her tightly to him, wrapping his arms around her from behind, feeling the shock still lingering within her. She was still at a loss for words and they stood still, watching their reflection on the window. He finally pulled out of her and they both let out a sigh. He kissed her shoulder and neck while her trembling slowed down.

Johnny led her to the bed and they laid down next to one another. Their eyes finally met and a smile painted her lips.

She opened her mouth to say something when Johnny interrupted her. “V, you’re fucking mine and mine alone.” He whispered with almost a threatening look in his eyes. “No one will ever get you this high, because I know when you’re at the verge of passing out, because I can fucking feel it too.”

“Johnny.” She interrupted him and placed a hand on his cheek. “I know.” They sealed their undisclosed contract with a deep kiss. And Johnny was right, no one would ever get her that high, except for him.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #johnny silverhand #johnny #female v #v #smut #one shot #rough #rough smut #keanu reeves #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction

[thomasxsides]

Snake-Imposed Self-Care

Fandom: Sanders Sides Ship: Thomceit Words: 2,425 Rating: M for Mature/X for Explicit/A for Adult (only read if you’re 18+) Warnings: reptile anatomy, smut Characters: Character!Thomas, Janus Sanders Additional Tags: fluff, “self-care” and by that I mean Janus is the one taking care of c!Thomas, handjobs, mutual (?) handjobs, Janus teaches Thomas how to touch him, thigh worship A/N: This is based on prompts sent to me by @theprincey​ and an Anon. I decided to combine the two (pictured) into one story. Enjoy :) Also, Janus’ lies are shown in bold. Please remember, reblogs get a lot farther than likes so if you really like my work, consider reblogging. Thank you! Feel free to send me a Thomas X Sides prompt! (only send NSFW if you’re 18+) 

Working out obviously had its benefits, but Thomas was regretting it as he had apparently pulled a muscle in his shoulders. Or maybe it was the way he sat for hours at a time working on editing, but he’d rather blame the exercise than the job he loved so much. His eyes were on the TV- Parks and Recreation, again- but his mind was on the pain as he tried to contort his arms like a pretzel to massage away the pain and he was struggling with it, gradually getting more and more frustrated.  Cue Janus. The half-reptile Side appeared at Thomas’ side, startling him. “Oh. Hi, Janus.”  “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” “At this point, I’m afraid to ask.”  Janus rolled his eyes a little to himself. “Thomas, you’re in pain. In a way that suggests you’re not taking proper care of yourself. You once knew me as ‘Deceit’, but I happen to also be your sense of self-preservation. Things like this are my responsibility.”  Thomas huffed softly. “Sure, I get that. I’m trying to take care of myself. But it’s my shoulder that’s bothering me and I can’t seem to--”  “You need a shoulder massage. Well, I can help.” Thomas turned to properly look at Janus finally. “You... you’ll do that for me?”

“Of course. Thomas, it’s... it’s just my job, I don’t care about you at all outside of that. As my host.” 

Nodding softly, Thomas turned his back to Janus a little. “Okay. Thank you, Janus.”  Janus hummed softly as if to nonverbally say ‘Don’t mention it’ and he moved in nearer to Thomas, closing his eyes briefly as he took in the inviting heat radiating from Thomas’ body. He placed his hands on Thomas’ shoulders and hesitated a moment before withdrawing his hands; he carefully, hesitantly removed his gloves and leaned over, placing them neatly on the coffee table out of the way. Thomas noticed but he said nothing, fearing making Janus self-conscious or insecure about it, but it makes his heart flip. 

Taking a breath at this new state of vulnerability, Janus put his hands on Thomas’ shoulders again, starting with a gentle pressure and being rewarded with a soft hum. He kept up this way for a moment before pressing into the muscles a bit more firmly, working them loose with dedication and care.  Thomas groaned quietly at the relief it brought. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone did this for him and Janus was particularly good at it.  With Thomas distracted and facing away from him, Janus let out another pair of arms to work on the rest of Thomas’ back, working deep into the muscles and loosening knots, releasing tension. Thomas noticed there seemed to be more than two hands touching him, but he felt so wonderful that he couldn’t bring himself to be repulsed or even really care. He closed his eyes and let Janus do what he’d offered to do, relaxing and groaning softly at Janus’ touch.  An innocent shoulder rub, maybe, but the sounds Thomas was making, even as soft as they were, caused Janus’ mind to wander a bit to the other ways he could take care of Thomas, relieve him, soothe his stressed and tense body and mind... It was only when he noticed that he was, in fact, erect that he withdrew his hands from Thomas’ body and moved away a bit, clearing his throat and putting his gloves back on as he returned to a two-armed form. “Well, then, Thomas... That should do it. I’ll be going then.”  A soft, warm hand wrapped around Janus’ own, still ungloved, and the Side turned to give his host a puzzled look. “Thank you, Janus... I appreciate you always taking care of me. You don’t... have to go if you don’t want to.” The air between them seemed to buzz silently with a warmth Janus was... not unfamiliar with, but unused to. Silent, save for the sounds of their breathing, though Janus wondered if the beat he heard was Thomas’ heart or his own. Loud, heavy, persistent, quickening by the passing second. Janus wasn’t sure which of them moved first, but they were pressed together, sealed by their lips and Thomas tasted of watermelon Jolly Rancher and strawberry lip balm, too sweet and not sweet enough at the same time. Addicting, comforting, enticing.  Together, they moved both too quickly and too slowly. A bowler hat and capelet landed on the floor, joining a pair of patent leather shoes and yellow gloves. Thomas made patient, steady work of the closures on Janus’ shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. It was Janus’ instinct to recoil, to hide, but when Thomas appeared unafraid and instead delicately ran his fingers over the scales on the left side of Janus’ body, Janus sighed, releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.  Seeming to have noticed Janus’ unspoken insecurity, Thomas captured his lips again gently as if in reassurance, making Janus melt. When they parted from their kiss again, Janus carefully, and with Thomas’ silent encouragement, pulled the T-shirt he was wearing up over his head and pressed slow kisses to Thomas’ soft, smooth, warm skin, moving down his beautiful neck and across his collarbone.  Thomas was receptive to Janus’ attention, making the sweetest sounds, encouraging the Side and running gentle fingers through his hair, down the scaly half of his back. Janus pulled away almost reluctantly. “May I touch you,” he asked, not wanting to go any further without Thomas’ explicit consent.  “God, Janus, yes please...”  Janus smirked a little, his eyes brighter than usual, as he opened the button and drew down the zipper of Thomas’ jeans, working them off his hips and thighs as if unwrapping a present. And it was, in a way, a gift: this intimacy, this trust, this affection; just the two of them and no one else. Just a Side and his gorgeous, generous, warm Host.  Thomas leaned back against the arm of the old sofa that so often seemed so uncomfortable and yet now was the most comfortable place in the world. He spread his legs and the sound that left Janus- desperate and awed- made him laugh softly. Hands- one of them scaled- caressed the outsides of Thomas’ thighs as softly trembling lips pressed reverent kisses of adoration to the insides. A forked tongue made an occasional appearance to taste the warm flesh of the human’s thighs; teeth grazed and sank in gently and love bites began blooming over the pale skin, leaving barely an inch untouched, unappreciated.  Neither of them had any idea how long Janus’ brazen worship of Thomas’ thighs had gone on, but it left Thomas squirming. Unwilling to let Thomas go another moment uncared for, Janus finally sat up and curled his fingers in the elastic waistband of Thomas’ boxers, pulling them down and off, discarding them on the floor with the rest of their garments. Thomas flushed as he was fully exposed, his cock hard and pink, twitching occasionally with need and throbbing in time with his elevated pulse.  “I’m going to take care of you, Thomas,” Janus promised. With a snap of fingers, a bottle of lubricant appeared in Janus’ left hand and he poured a small amount into the palm of his right hand, setting the bottle on the coffee table. He was left handed, but he felt Thomas would be more comfortable being touched with flesh than scales. He wrapped his hand around Thomas’ cock and began slowly, gently stroking him, finding a good pace and establishing a rhythm. Thomas’ head fell back against the arm of the couch and he moaned softly, but encouragingly. The sound ignited Janus’ own blood, but he remained patient. Thomas was his priority. He gave a slow, experimental twist of his wrist and Thomas’ cried out in unmistakable pleasure.  Soon, Janus had sped up and established a rhythm that had Thomas’ moaning and his breath hitching as his thighs tremored with euphoria. He moved steadily and quickly from head to base and back again, twisting his wrist on occasion, enjoying how much that made Thomas gasp.  “Ja-Janus... I’m... I’m close, I’m gonna...”  “Shh. I’ve got you. I’m taking care of you. Let yourself go for me, Thomas.”  And let go he did. Thomas went slack against the sofa, moaning out almost constantly between panting breaths. Janus watched with delight as his face flushed bright red and the muscles in his stomach and thighs tensed just before he came, arching slightly off the couch cushions, toes curling as he moaned loudly, unrestrained. “Janus... oh! Oh... ffffuck... Janus...” Thomas’ hands clenched into fists and relaxed again and he pushed his fingers into his own hair, unsure what else to do with them as the waves of his orgasm continued to pulsate through his body. His moans finally quietened as his orgasm began to subside and Janus finally stopped stroking him, not wanting to push him too far into overstimulation.  Slowly, Thomas opened his eyes to stare up at his ceiling, his mind whirling and his heart racing, pounding heavily against his ribs as he tried to catch his breath. Janus smirked to himself as he cleaned off his hand and gently, carefully cleaned Thomas’ stomach, cock, and thighs. “Can I touch you now?”  The question caught Janus off guard. “What?”  Thomas sat up and looked at Janus, repeating his question: “May I touch you? I... I want to return the favor.” “Well, Thomas, I was supposed to be taking care of you. Self-care, you know.” “I know, but... I *want* to.”  “I...” Janus sighed. “Okay, but... there’s something you need to know.” He didn’t see a way around this. He could either tell Thomas and prepare the man, or Thomas could be unpleasantly surprised. Either way, it was likely to frighten him off. And this way was easier to accept rejection. He took a deep breath. “My anatomy is... not... average.”  Thomas neither moved nor spoke.  “You see, because I am half snake, I have... a... ‘hemipenis’. It is not scaled. It’s made of flesh, same as yours, but... it looks...” Janus ran a hand through his hair, huffing in frustration at his own nervousness. “It looks like I have two. They are... identical. They sh-share a... base and... an internal... system, though I do still have external testicles. They are... well, for lack of better description, they are side by side. I just... didn’t want to scare you off.”  “Oh.” Thomas took a second to process this information, not sure what he should have expected. This felt a little like a paper bag marked Dead Dove, Do Not Eat that contained an actual dead dove. Janus was half snake. Of course he would be different. “Okay,” he said at last.  “Okay?” Thomas nodded. “I think you might have to teach me how to touch you, but I still want to, Janus.”  A little blown away, Janus nodded and leaned in for another kiss. Thomas cupped both sides of his head gently and held him there a moment longer before they parted again. Janus removed his own slacks and underwear, revealing his hemipenis. The scales on the left side of his body continued down to his toes, but just as he’d said, his cocks and testicles showed no sign of ever having had scales. The human half of him was hairless much to Thomas’ surprise, but it wasn’t anything more than surprising, and he’d already been prepared for the surprise.  “Wow,” Thomas whispered. “And you can use both at once?”  “Yes. It feels best that way.” Janus gently took Thomas’ hand, but he didn’t move beyond that. “You still want to touch me?” Thomas licked his lips and nodded once more. “More than anything.”  “Then, I will teach you.” Cautiously, in case he still decided to recoil and retreat, Janus guided Thomas’ hand to his cocks and showed him just how to touch them, stroking first one, then the other. He then taught Thomas how to take both of them into one hand with a firm grip and stroke.  At first, Thomas’ touch was barely there, uncertain and insecure much like Janus himself in that moment, but he built confidence and started a rhythm like he’d done this a dozen or so times before. Janus moaned softly and mostly let his hand fall away since it was clear Thomas could handle it on his own. “Yes, Thomas... Mm, that’s it, darling. You’re doing... ooh-- perfectly...” He moved his hand down, touching the delicate folds of skin between his cocks at the base, stroking them and moaning loudly as it increased his pleasure fivefold.  Awed, Thomas couldn’t look away; he watched his own hand moving over Janus’ cocks, aided by a generous amount of leaking precome. He watched Janus touch himself in what was evidently a very sensitive area. It was thrilling to experience something so new, so unheard of, and it caused a shiver to run down his spine.  “Kiss me, Thomas. Please. I long to taste you again.” Without hesitation, Thomas captured Janus’ lips with his own once again, swallowing down his sweet, indulgent moans as he continued stroking his cocks, speeding up steadily. The feeling of Janus’ forked tongue brushing against his lips and then moving into his mouth and gently moving against his tongue made Thomas moan softly. Janus’ free arm wrapped around his waist, holding him close even as he broke the kiss. “I’m very nearly there, Thomas. Please... please don’t stop.”  Thomas continued determinedly, stroking Janus’ cocks firmly and quickly until the Side began to tense and moan louder between gentle gasps for breath. “Oh god, Thomas... Oh--” Janus lifted his hips from the sofa, his eyes rolling back and falling shut as he came hard, making twice as much mess as Thomas as he spilled over Thomas’ hand, his own hand and thighs, and his own stomach. He let out one last moan and shuddered as the final wave of his orgasm passed through him like a tidal wave. Thomas slowed to a stop before gently releasing Janus’ cocks.  Lazy and orgasm-dizzy, Janus waved his hand, making the mess disappear from both of them without a trace and he gave Thomas a sleepy smile. “That was marvelous, darling.” He pulled Thomas in for a soft, sweet kiss. “Thank you for letting me take care of you.”  “Thank you for being willing to be taken care of in return. You’re important to me, Janus. I love you.” 

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Stars Align: Chapter 7

“Oh, I found a hot water bottle too. Uh…which room would you like?” Sam asked as he walked over to the doorway that led to the two split rooms.

Cait turned her body around in the little wooden dining chair. She had a full belly and was feeling pretty toasty, but very exhausted. She craned her neck and peered into the bedroom.

“Um…I don’t mind…maybe that one?” Cait tilted her head and looked up at him.

“Okay. I’m going to go unpack a bit,” Sam pointed towards his new room.

“Okay,” Cait nodded, “I’m horrible at unpacking. It’s so tedious. I’ll do it in the morning, time for bed.”

Cait yawned and reached both arms up, stretching. This caused her pyjama top to creep up her belly a tiny bit, but it was still enough to catch Sam’s eye. He peeked for half a second and quickly looked away, through the doorway.

“Yeah yeah, you sleep. I’ll be quiet,” Sam gave her a cheeky smile.

Cait reciprocated, then took her bowl and cups to the sink to wash them up. She brushed her teeth, then took the towel off her head. Her hair was mostly dry now, and only slightly wavy.

‘Yep…the perm is well and truly gone,’ Cait thought, moving her mouth to one side and sighing.

She grabbed her phone and charger, filled up the hot water bottle and headed to her room. She looked around the room and smiled, especially at the big bed that looked ridiculously comfortable. She pulled back the covers and slinked down, sighing happily as she did. It WAS ridiculously comfortable. She cuddled the hot water bottle to her chest and was asleep twenty seconds after her head hit the pillow.

 **

 A few hours later, after unpacking of all his bags, Sam slowly and carefully slid the sliding door across just enough for him to fit through. Luckily it hardly made a sound. He tiptoed across Cait’s room and slowed down when he came near the foot of her bed. He couldn’t help but peek over at her. She was on her belly, shiny chocolate brown hair sprawled over the pillow and half of her face, both arms bent underneath the pillow, breathing in and out peacefully. Sam smiled crookedly, until he noticed the hot water bottle on the floor. It had obviously fallen out. Sam crept to the side of her bed, bent down like a ninja, and reached across to pick up the hot water bottle, his eyes flicking up to her every few seconds. He was just able to reach it, then got back on his feet and walked carefully out to the kitchen to refill it with hot water.

Her bladder woke her up then. The broth, soup and coffee had caught up, and the more awake she became, the more busting she was.

She huffed, swung back the covers weakly, and headed for the doorway. Little did she know there was a giant Scot coming through the door with her hot water bottle. She gasped loudly and crashed straight into his chest and was knocked backwards. Sam, with his fast reflexes, caught one of her wrists in his free hand, steadying her. They both exhaled as they got over the initial scare. Cait was just grateful she didn’t piss herself.

“I’m so sorry Cait, are you alright?” Sam apologised with wide, concerned eyes, gentling his hold on her wrist.

Exhaling again and looking down, Cait huffed out a laugh, “yeah, I’m alright. I just wasn’t expecting you to come through the door.”

“Yeah, uh…” Sam began as he let go of her wrist and allowed her hand to slide through his as they parted, “I was coming through, and I saw this on the ground. I thought I’d refill it for you, it was cold,” Sam explained shyly.

Cait looked at the hot water bottle in his hand and smiled, “oh, thank you. That was kind of you,” Cait looked up into his eyes as she took the water bottle.

Sam shrugged and smirked at the ground, then he looked up and met her eyes. It was so easy for him to become hypnotised in a daze of those blue-grey eyes. Her hair was free and wavy around her shoulders, dark and shiny, making her milky skin look even lighter and more flawless still. It was like a magnetic force, his eyes couldn’t look away, even if he wanted them to.

Cait suddenly breathed in rather sharply and quickly blinked a few times. Sam’s trance was broken. Cait looked down and took half a step backwards. She nervously smiled up at him briefly and turned to slip the hot water bottle under her blankets.

“I…I just need to…” Cait stammered, pointing towards the bathroom.

“Oh yeah, sorry,” Sam let out a nervous laugh and moved out of the doorway so she could get passed.

“Sorry again for bumping into you…yet again,” Sam scratched the back of his head and bit his bottom lip.

Cait flicked her hair as she half turned back around and smirked at him, “well, when we start filming, I suppose I’ll have to get used to that,” her smirk turned into a provocative smile, and she turned back and walked into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind her.

Sam felt his cock move slightly, which made him flinch. He didn’t know whether it was the smile she just gave him, the way her arse looked in her sleep pants, the way her hips swayed when she walked, or if she was referring to the sex scenes and the “bumping” into each other they would be doing.

‘Ah fuck…if you’re getting a semi stiff one now, when she hasn’t even touched you, what are you going to do during the actual sex scenes!’ Sam flared his nostrils, then drew his eyebrows close together. He shut eyes for a few seconds, frustrated. Then stomped back to his room.  

Cait caught herself in the mirror after she closed the bathroom door. She was smiling to herself, but then she froze, wide-eyed, looking at herself in the mirror. It dawned on her what she just said to him and how it sounded. How extremely SEXUAL it sounded.

‘Oh no! No, fuck! I didn’t mean it like that! What if he took it the wrong way…what will he think? Ugh! Jamie and Claire do a lot of bumping into each other BEFORE the sex scenes even happen! Oh no…’ Cait panicked, covering her face with both hands, completely mortified.

She took a deep breath in, with her eyes closed, and let it out slowly. She opened her eyes back up and looked back at herself in the mirror.

“You’re probably overthinking it. Wouldn’t be the first fucking time,” she whispered to herself.

“Just stop thinking about it…and go to the bloody toilet already!” she spat out, pointing to herself.

Sam was sitting on the edge of his bed, leant forward with his elbows resting on his legs, and slowly rubbing his hands together, thinking.

‘I’m going to make a fucking fool of myself! We’ll be doing a sex scene and I’m going to have a fucking boner! Bloody embarrassing…’ Sam struggled and got up and paced back and forth in front of his bed.

‘Maybe she’ll just…take it as a compliment. After all, there’s only so much control I can have over my body when there’s a…very beautiful…attractive woman…writhing against me…’ Sam’s cock twitched once again, ‘ffffuck!’ he clenched his fists as he paced, then rubbed the back of his neck and huffed out a sigh.

‘No, whatever happens, you will be professional about it. You’ll deal with it,’ Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he reasoned with himself, finally gaining a clear head.

Just then, his phone rang. He grabbed it and Ron’s name was on the screen.

“Hi Ron,” Sam answered, moving to the farthest side of his room, and keeping his voice down in case Cait was back in her bed, trying to go back to sleep.

“Hi Sam. Just letting you know that the boot camp starts on Saturday. So, the day after Caitriona’s perm appointment. It will be three weeks long, then we jump into filming. So, horseback riding, learning the Gaelic, training with the weapons and such. Alright?” Ron explained.

“Okay, yeah, that sounds good,” Sam nodded.

“Could you let Caitriona know? I didn’t want to call her phone in case she was resting,” Ron replied.

“Sure, no problem,” Sam agreed.

“How is she doing?” Ron asked.

“Well, she ate and now she’s sleeping. She kept telling me she was okay,” Sam explained.

“Good. I’ll check in with her tomorrow evening. Bye, Sam,” Ron stated and hung up.

Sam wanted to keep his mind distracted, so he picked up his script, laid down and went through his lines.

 **

 A few hours later and it was 6pm. Sam heard laughter and talking outside. He peered out his window and saw a large bunch of people all standing together. He recognised a fair few and realised that it was the other cast of Outlander, they had arrived. He smiled, as he saw Gary Lewis, whom he’d previously met before. Sam quickly changed his clothes, put on a jacket, shoved his phone in his pocket and sneaked out from behind the dividing door. He peered over at Cait as he quietly walked past, she was still fast asleep. Sam grabbed the key, quietly closed the door behind him, and locked it. That way, Cait was safe inside, and she can unlock it without a key from the inside if need be.

Sam walked towards the crowd and caught the attention of a few of the other cast.

“Look! There’s our Jamie Fraser!” Nell Hudson pointed and squealed excitedly.

“Och Sammy! How are ye goin’?!” Gary Lewis smiled as he roughly pulled Sam into a hug and slapped him on the back a couple of times.

Sam smiled politely as he introduced himself, shaking many hands. The group conversation was then focused completely on Sam; his acting experience, his character, his Scottish background, his knowledge of the locations in which they were going to be filming. Then the conversation switched to Outlander scripts, the upcoming read-through and filming, bootcamp, and the first Outlander book.

“So, Ron informed us that our leading lady isn’t well, the poor thing. I forgot how to pronounce her name…is it Kate-ree-oo-na…? Or Kate-roh-na…?” Graham McTavish asked, genuinely trying to remember.

“It’s pronounced like Katrina. Irish-Gaelic spelling,” Sam nodded.

“Ah! Okay, I’ll remember that. Is she alright?” Graham asked.

“Yeah, she’s just recovering now. She’s asleep,” Sam explained.

“At least we’ll get to meet her at the read-through,” Lotte Verbeek smiled.

Everyone smiled and nodded. They were excited to meet her.

“Shall we all go for dinner and perhaps a drink after?” Tobias Menzies suggested.

They all went to a local restaurant and spent the night getting to know one another. The energy of the group was so positive, everyone was easy going, funny and got along well with each other.

‘Wow. What a great group of people. This is going to be a really fun journey,’ Sam thought happily.

Then he thought of Cait. He pulled out his phone and pressed her name on his text list.

 -          I hope you’re sleeping well Cait, and I hope this doesn’t wake you. The rest of the cast has arrived, and we’re just at dinner. I didn’t want to wake you. Just thought I’d let you know where I was :P I’ll see you soon!

 **

 Cait’s eyes fluttered open to complete darkness. She stretched, slowly sat up and looked around. She picked up her phone from the bedside table. It was 10:28pm. She then read Sam’s text and smiled. She slid over to the edge of the bed and got up. She turned on her room light and crept over to the dividing door and gently slid it across. Sam wasn’t home. The trailer was completely quiet. Then the grumbling of her belly broke the silence, so she headed to the kitchenette to put on some more soup.

She stood at the stove stirring her soup around the pot then heard a key in the door. It swung open and Sam stepped in. He immediately smiled at her.

“Hi! How did you sleep?” Sam took off his jacket and walked over to her.

Cait noticed he was looking a lot more presentable than her and she couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious, especially about her bed hair.

Cait gave him a shy smile, “hi. Pretty good, I didn’t realise it was so late. I woke up starving. Weirdly though, I’m still tired. I could easily go back to sleep after,” Cait expressed as she tried to casually run her fingers through her messy hair, then tucked one side behind her ear.

Sam clenched his jaw briefly, then nodded, “that’s good though. The more you sleep, the quicker you’ll recover.”

Cait nodded and smiled, “yeah. So how was meeting the cast? I can’t wait to meet them.”

“Oh, they’re a great bunch of people. Really easy to get along with and talk to. Yeah, they’re just really easy going. They’re excited to meet their leading lady,” Sam grinned as he leant against the countertop and crossed his arms across his chest.

“Aw. Well, that’s good to hear. It’ll be a good time working with them then,” Cait grinned up at him, in between stirring her soup.

“Yeah, definitely…Ron didn’t tell them what happened, he just told them you were unwell,” Sam reassured.

“Oh, good. Saves the embarrassment for both of us,” Cait giggled as she readied a bowl and spoon.

“True. Also, Ron rang earlier to let us know that boot camp starts the day after you come back from London. So, it’s where we have training with the weapons, horse riding, me and a few of the other guys will learn the Gaelic parts. Yeah, it goes for three weeks, then we start filming,” Sam explained.

Cait nodded with a fairly nervous look on her face, “I know I’ll have to do a lot of horse-riding…god I haven’t been on a horse literally since I was a little kid…so I’m a bit nervous for that…” Cait bit her lip, as she carried her bowl over to the dining table and sat down.

“It’ll be okay, I’ll be there too. It’s been a few years for me. We’ll be alright,” Sam gave her an encouraging smile.

Cait reciprocated with a small smile and nod, then dug into her soup.

“Alright, I’m going to have a shower,” Sam lightly brushed her shoulder then headed to his room.

Cait couldn’t help but think about the fact that he was going to be naked and wet, eight feet away from her. Then she started choking on a little bit of the liquid in her soup and had a slight coughing fit.

‘Serves you right, idiot,’ she scolded herself when the coughing ceased.

After Cait washed up her bowl, she scrolled through her phone while waiting for Sam to finish in the bathroom, so she could brush her teeth and go back to sleep.

Ten minutes later she heard the bathroom door open and saw a cloud of steam slowly fly across the kitchenette. She dropped her phone on her pillow and sat up. Sam poked his head into the doorway carefully, which made Cait laugh.

“I just wanted to make sure I didn’t barge into you again,” Sam giggled.

She saw his full form then. He was barefoot, wearing grey tracksuit pants and a loose black shirt. His hair was damp and curly around his neck. Cait tried very hard not to stare at him, so she quickly made her way to the doorway, where he was standing, avoiding eye contact.

She briefly stopped and peered up at him, “goodnight, Sam,” she smiled.

“Sleep well, Cait,” Sam grinned back.

Being in close proximity, when he said that, she could instantly smell the mint on his breath, which made her salivate. She swallowed hard and quickly walked to the bathroom, shaking her head slightly, as if it would take away what she was feeling at that moment.

 **

 4am. Cait was asleep on her back but was awoken by the loud sneezes of the man in the next room. Her eyes fluttered open slightly. The room was lit up by moonlight streaming through her window. It was a surprisingly clear night. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the dividing door move slowly across. She quickly closed her eyes again. She could hear Sam’s slow and steady footsteps on the carpet. Cait opened her eyes just a tiny bit, thinking that he had reached the door, but he was just passing her bed. She was not prepared for what she saw. The moonlight only accentuated this now topless man, and every single line of his defined muscle tone. Her breath hitched in her throat; her jaw would’ve dropped had she not been frozen in that moment. A fire started between her thighs, the butterflies in her belly went mental, and the cold shivers were creeping up and down her spine, painfully slow. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears as it picked up the pace, and her face was hot with blushing fire. As soon as Sam walked out and Cait heard the bathroom door close, she let out the breath she was holding. She breathed heavily for a minute and then bit her lip. She turned on to her side, so her back was facing the doorway. She smiled in a satisfied way, then pulled the blankets up higher to warm her goosebumps. It did nothing for her intense blushing, or the pounding she could feel in places beyond her heart.

‘That’s another thing you’ll have to get used to…’ she thought to herself and couldn’t help but smirk.

Cait heard the bathroom door open back up, and it wasn’t long before Cait deliberately gave herself another eyeful of his body as he walked past, the strong lines of his back, and his very firm arse.

‘Okay, that’s enough, stop now. Cold shower first thing in the morning, because all hope of sleep is lost now, definitely,’ Cait shivered once more.

To distract herself, she quietly got out of bed and went to refill her hot water bottle. She got back into bed and scrolled through her social media a bit, then watched some YouTube videos; anything to distract her from thinking about her co-star’s body.

The time she saw last on her phone was 5:42am, and she woke back up to the sound of her 6:30am alarm. She flinched and squinted at her phone. She was relieved that she was able to get a bit more sleep. As she stretched, she heard the key in the door, and in came Sam balancing two packages of hot food, and two coffees.

“Good morning,” he poked his head in and grinned.

Cait smiled back, “good morning, Sam,” and then the blush came back. She was reminded of what she saw just a few hours ago.

Cait sucked her lips into her mouth as she felt the blush wash over her entire face, hot and tingly.

‘Fuck!’ she thought, embarrassed.

“Would you like some breakfast?” Sam asked, from the dining area.

“Oh uh, yes please,” Cait stammered, half covering her face with one hand.

Cait pulled back the covers and swung her legs over the side. She had only just stood up when Sam entered her room with the food and coffee.

“No, it’s alright, you stay there,” Sam encouraged.

Cait looked back down at her bed, smiled shyly, and sat back down. She shuffled up to lean against the headboard and pulled the covers over her legs. Sam bent down and put the boxed food onto her lap, and her coffee on her bedside table.

“Breakfast in bed? Sam…” Cait’s expression, although happy, was clear that she thought it was too much.

“You’re having to stay in bed because of me, remember. I just want to try and make it up to you a bit. I insist, Cait,” Sam looked at her over his coffee cup.

With a little breath of air out of her nose, Cait laughed, “if you insist. You do know I forgive you, right?”

“Yes, and I’m grateful for it. But I still want to make this situation as good as I can,” Sam gave her a small, coy smile.

Cait smiled down at her scrambled eggs and toast and nodded, “well thank you, I really appreciate it. Everything,” she looked up at him and wouldn’t let go of his eyes.

After a few seconds too long, Sam cleared his throat, picked up her coffee and held it out to her, “here.”

Cait put her plastic fork down and took the coffee, feeling his cold fingers, from being out in the frosty morning, caress her warm, slender fingers. They glided apart slowly. Sam rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous giggle. Then he turned and walked out of the doorway. What Cait wasn’t expecting was for him to come back in her room carrying one of the dining chairs. He put it down at the foot of her bed, then went back out to get his food and coffee. He carefully placed his coffee on the floor by his chair and balanced his food in his lap.

Cait smiled wide at this very sweet gesture, “you can eat at the table you know, it’s alright.”

Sam shrugged, “would be a bit awkward, wouldn’t it? Unless…you want to eat in peace? Which is fine, I –,” Sam began.

“No no. It just looks a bit difficult eating from your lap, that’s all. But if you’re happy,” Cait tilted her head.

“It’s fine, Cait,” Sam gave her a reassuring smile as he chewed.

They made comfortable small talk for the next hour, laughing, joking, getting used to each other.

**

 The next morning, Sam and Cait were getting ready for the table read.

“So, are you feeling back to your normal self?” Sam asked from the dining table, where he was looking through his script.

Cait was in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror applying some mascara and cursing her hair for being a little frizzy this morning. She was actually excited to get it permed again.

“Yeah, I feel fine now. That much needed time in bed did the trick,” Cait answered, running her fingers through her hair, trying to dull the frizz.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t get sick…Sassenach,” Sam cheekily smiled.

Cait poked her head out of the bathroom door inquisitively, “what was that?”

“Sassenach. I’m going to have to get used to calling you that when we start filming,” Sam shrugged, smirking.

Cait tilted her head then nodded, “true. And I’m going to have to get used to being called that.”

“At least it’s a term of endearment and not an insult,” Sam laughed.

Cait giggled, then sighed, “Alright well…I suppose I’m ready. My hair is…well it leaves a lot to be desired. I actually prefer the perm over…this,” Cait stood in the doorway of the bathroom, holding some of her hair up in one hand, looking self-conscious.

“No, you look nice, and your hair looks fine to me,” Sam stood up from his chair, quickly looking her up and down.

Cait shyly tucked some of her hair behind her ear, looked down for a moment, then made eye contact with a smile, “thank you. You do too, I like the leather jacket.”

Sam shoved his hands in said leather jacket and let out a nervous laugh as he looked at his shoes.

Cait was wearing a blue camouflage jumper, black skinny jeans, and boots. She put on a long black coat and a blue and white scarf. Sam was wearing a grey fitted shirt that showed off his biceps nicely, dark blue Levi’s, black joggers, and his brown, hooded leather jacket.

“Oh god, can’t forget my reading glasses,” Cait rolled her eyes and smirked, then ran to get them out of one of her bags.

“You wear reading glasses? That’s something new I’ve learnt about you, Caitriona Balfe,” Sam smirked at her from across the room.

“Yes, unfortunately. They’re a bit of a pain…but what do you do,” Cait shrugged, putting them in her handbag and walking to the door, where Sam was.

 **

 Sam and Cait were among the last few to arrive at the table read. Cait looked around at the sea of people eyeing her curiously. Lotte was the first to come over and say hello to her. The next was Tobias, and then more and more of the cast followed. Meanwhile, Sam was just about crash tackled by Gary. Then Gary spotted Cait.

“Caitriona! Hello, how are you, princess?” Gary shook her hand gently, “Gary Lewis. I’m playing Colum MacKenzie.”

“Nice to meet you, Gary,” Cait smiled politely, “I’ve seen you in so many things, you’re so great.”

“Och, thank you, thank you. It’s nice to finally meet our leading lady. Are you feeling better?” Gary inquired.

“Yes, yes I am, thank you,” Cait grinned and nodded.

“Ron’s here now, better sit,” Gary smiled and cocked his head to the side.

Cait walked over to Sam, who was already sitting, and he pulled the chair out a bit for her. Cait pulled it out the rest of the way and slipped on her glasses as she sat down.

“You suit reading glasses. They make you look very professional,” Sam smiled at her.

Cait was filling up their cups with water, starting with his. She gave him a cheesy smile as she poured.

 **

 The table read began with different scenes from episode three.

During the scene where Cait had to pretend to faint, as best she could while sitting in a chair, she made quite a few of the cast laugh, including Sam, which made her laugh. Once she starts to giggle, she’s not able to just cease straight away, it takes her a bit to get over it. Cait had her face close to the script as her shoulders bounced up and down as she laughed silently.

Sam, laughing at Cait’s shaky shoulders, leant in, and giggled, “what are you going to do during the actual scene?”

Cait flicked her hair to look at him, still laughing and shook her head. Sam giggled and quickly looked back at his script, so he didn’t lose track.

 **

 The next few days were a blur. Everything was happening so fast. Before Sam and Cait knew it, bootcamp had begun and it was Day One of horse riding. Sam was excited and was determined to not let any of his stuntmen do any of his riding scenes. Cait on the other hand was a nervous wreck.

‘What if I fall? What if I have trouble getting on the horse and make a complete idiot of myself?’ Cait chewed her bottom lip, pacing back and forth in her room, waiting for Sam to finish getting dressed.

Sam pushed the door across and could see the fear sprawled across Cait’s face.

“Are you alright?” Sam asked, concerned.

“Um…just a little scared,” Cait played with her fingers and looked at her feet.

Sam walked over and held one of her shoulders, slightly rubbing it up and down.

“It will be okay. You’re a beginner, they’ll take it slow,” Sam tried to reassure her.

Cait nodded, still looking down. Sam gently squeezed her shoulder before letting go.

“All ready to go?” Sam asked, tilting his head down to try and catch her eye.

Cait finally looked up at him, “yes,” she forced a smile.

 **

 When Sam and Cait arrived at the stables, Tobias was also there. His practise was up first, then Sam’s, and Cait was last. Tobias was already in on the horse, cantering around the ring. Tobias had lots of experience with riding. Sam and Cait stood at the gate watching Tobias. A few minutes later, Tobias had finished, and was due for weapons training. He said a brief hello and goodbye to Sam and Cait, then rushed off. Sam spoke to the riding instructor, and it wasn’t long before he was on the horse.

“Oh god he’s high, isn’t he?” Sam commented to the instructor, as he adjusted himself in the saddle.

Sam started out walking, then trotting, then cantering, until he was used to it and confident with controlling the horse, stopping, starting, etc. Training with weapons and riding was on another day, Sam was most excited for that. In preparation for this, Sam was instructed to only hold the reigns in one hand, as much as he could.

While Sam had his lesson, Cait watched for a bit, then looked behind her to see a few more stables with horses in them. She slowly wandered over to a brown horse with a black mane. “Travis” was on the front of his stable. She slowly and carefully raised her hand up to his nose and stroked gently. A smile spread across her face, and she continued to stroke and pat the horse from his mane, down his neck. The horse was very calm and seemed to enjoy her attention.

“You’re a beautiful boy, Travis,” she whispered soothingly, gently putting her forehead on the side of his face.

Travis softly whinnied in response and Cait giggled, scratching him behind an ear.

An hour later, Sam shook hands with the instructor and thanked him. Then he saw Cait. She was so happy that she was positively glowing, as she stroked Travis and leant against his stable door.

‘That sweet smile, she’s so happy. She obviously likes horses, just not being on top of one. She’s so adorable…and beautiful…and smart…and talented…stop staring at her, idiot,’ Sam snapped himself out of his thoughts.

“You’ve made a friend, Cait?” Sam smiled as he walked over and stroked Travis on the other side of his neck.

Cait grinned at Sam, “yes! Travis is such a sweetheart. He’s so calm.”

“Yeah, he’s a beauty,” Sam agreed.

Cait managed to pull herself away from Travis and stood next to Sam, nervously eyeing the riding ring. Sam followed her eyes.

“The taller one’s mine,” Sam said pointing to the magnificent, black stallion, “you’ve got Alfie.”

Alfie resembled Travis a lot but was a darker brown.

“Alfie…should we go, and see?” Cait suggested.

“Yeah, we’ll go and have a look,” Sam replied encouragingly.

Cait greeted the riding instructor, who pointed out Alfie. Sam walked inside the ring and leant against the wall to watch.

The instructor lowered the stirrup for Cait to put her foot in. She held onto the horn, and with a few bounces on the leg she was still standing on, she successfully and gracefully pulled herself up and over, placing her other foot in the stirrup.

“Nice!” Sam clapped once, smiling.

Cait let out a nervous giggle and gripped tightly to the reigns. The instructor asked her to squeeze her calves into the horse to make him move forward. Cait did just so, and Alfie slowly walked forward. The instructor walked alongside, and Cait was almost to the other side of the ring. The instructor then showed Cait how to use the reigns to turn Alfie. Cait, being a fast learner, mirrored the action perfectly and Alfie turned around smoothly and continued to walk.

Then, out of nowhere, Alfie made a loud noise and darted forward at a fast rate. Cait jolted backwards and gripped the reigns tighter, grabbing the horn.

“Woah woah woah!” Cait panicked.

“Pull back, Cait!” Sam yelled.

The instructor shouted the same thing and Cait pulled back on the reigns. Alfie came to a holt and sharply moved his head up and down. Cait was breathing heavily, in a panic.

“Alfie! Ye daft bugger, what were ye thinkin’?!” the instructor bellowed as he caught up and held on to Alfie’s throat latch.

Sam quickly walked over and put his hand on Cait’s leg, “are you alright?” he asked, looking up at her.

Cait exhaled deeply, “yeah, I’m okay.”

“I’m so sorry, Caitriona. I dinna ken what startled him…he was a wee bit unsettled earlier, but he’d calmed down since…best have a wee break, aye? Catch your breath,” the instructor suggested.

Cait nodded. Noticing Alfie had his head down, sniffing at the instructor’s shoes, Cait swung her leg over Alfie’s neck, so that she was side-saddle, facing Sam. He instinctively held his arms out to catch her. She had only just slid off Alfie’s saddle when Sam had already caught her, both hands just below her armpits. As she fell more, her body gently crashed into his and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her back to make sure he had a proper hold on her. Their noses brushed together, they breathed each other’s breaths, their bodies were so tightly bound together that they shared a racing heartbeat. Their chests heaved against each other’s. Sam knew he needed to lower Cait onto the ground and take his hands off her, but he was stuck, frozen, in a hypnotic trance, once again. She was making no move to loosen her hold around his neck. The only movement she was making was the intermittent flicker of her eyes between both of his.

‘Oh god, I can’t move. I don’t want to move. She smells so good…she feels so good, her body against mine. Her eyes…her mouth. I…I really want to…fuck no, that could end very badly! Does she want to? Does she want me to? She’s not moving either…maybe she does…what if I…’ Sam’s thoughts frantically swept through his mind.

Ever so slightly, testing the waters, Sam tilted his head, never breaking that powerful, unbreakable connection of their eyes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33179176/chapters/82373908#workskin

[misc-headcanons]

Cursed Throught- Trying to peg Saitama. It just wouldn't work 😐 no matter how hard to try nothing will get passed that man's cheeks.

FFFFUCK

He's the kind of guy who's down to try anything once, even if his own tastes are kind of vanilla. But he's so confused when he doesn't feel anything when you try to put in the strap. "Is it in there? Do I need to...I dunno, move my ass up more or something?" Eventually he gets bored and starts to wave his ass back and forth just to be (hehe) cheeky.

Saitama: (chanting in a monotone voice) Come on ____, put it in. Put in in, in my butt. Come on ____, put it in--

____: Okay, that is NOT helping!

The slipperiness of the lube in your hands doesn't help, and out of pure frustration you just say fuck it and try to RAM it in there (pro tip: in real life, please do NOT try to ram it in there); the dildo just gets launched across the room--and through several walls of the apartment complex. The only thing it ends up penetrating is some random monster who was getting ready to ambush Saitama outside of his building and wound up getting a dildo straight through the chest.

#ns.fw #opm #opm headcanon #opm headcanons #one punch man #saitama #silliness

[an-annyeoing-writer]

Suga x Reader: morning gravity.

Word count: 936

Tags: it’s just pure fluff, honestly

It’s not really the best because I tried experimenting with translating my own piece into English. Now I know not to try it ever again lmao-

The window was located on the east wall and you thoroughly hated this fact. It wasn’t even six AM when the bright light entered the room, falling straight onto your face and cruelly, unscrupulously waking you up.

You tugged on the sheets to cover your face.

The person behind you whimpered, suddenly pulling the sheets in the opposite direction as if their life depended on it.

You murmured something not-too-pretty. The bed was quite big, but the sheets – definitely too small.

After a moment of hesitation you rolled over to your other side, leaning into the man’s back. Only then, had the sheets been enough for the both of you. You sighed with slight annoyance, because your arms were uncomfortably wrapped around your own torso. Straightening them in a comfortable way was impossible due to the other’s silhouette.

Said silhouette moved slightly, tilting its head back and unconsciously brushing your face with its hair.

You sneezed.

“Hm…?” The quiet, sleepy voice made you smile.

“Sleep, it’s not even seven yet” you whispered, not daring to even flinch. He probably wasn’t aware that you were right behind him. Usually, he’d go to bed when you were long asleep, and lay in the other corner of the mattress, so despite your sleep being quite light you never noticed it. You slept together, but you rarely had been close to each other.

You waited for a moment, until his breath slowed back down. You pressed your ear against his back, listening to the smallest murmurs his body made.

These were probably the nicest murmurs you’ve ever heard. You suspected, though – or actually considered pretty obvious – that such statement was completely subjective. But you didn’t mind. At this moment, you allowed yourself this carefree subjectivity.

Carefully, you wrapped your arms around him, slipping your hands underneath his shirt. His skin was warm, which, on this chilly spring morning was unusually pleasant. Encouraged with lack of reaction, you leaned closed, luxuriating in the warmth. You brushed the nape of his neck with your lips, and nuzzled the messy, morning hair away.

Yoongi moved slightly and you froze, scared of waking him up in such way.

His chest moved and you heard a quiet chuckle. Before you could move away though, he put his hands over yours, making it impossible for you to back out. He pulled your arms forward, making the one stuck underneath him bend in a pretty painful way.

“Ayy…” you whimpered, trying to break free from the hold. Not hard to guess – you were unsuccessful. Yoongi used his whole weight to immobilize your limb.

You growled shortly, frustrated, and, faster than you managed to think, decided for the most ruthless action: biting the other’s ear.

Yoongi whined loudly, jumping away so energetically that he suddenly… ran out of bed, and fell onto the floor with a loud, effective thud.

You smiled with satisfaction.

“Morning, sunshine” you purred, stretching casually.

Yoongi sleepily sat up and graced you with an annoyed stare.

“[F/n]...”

You stretched your limbs all over the bed, staring at him innocently.

“Hmm~?”

“You’re on my half” he noticed, and his face was suddenly stretched with a very sly, cat-like smile.

“Your h- oh no.”

The heavy body in less than a second fell onto yours – small and fragile. In comparison to this, the crushed arm before was a pleasure.

“Ffffuck, my ribs” you whined pathetically, making the other grin cruelly. “…I hate you, I hate you, so much…”

Now it was Yoongi’s turn to laugh victoriously, because your attempts to push him off turned futile.

“You fuckin…” You used all your strengths, but Yoongi didn’t even flinch. As for a thin and short man he was, he weighed surprisingly lots, especially considering the famous morning gravity.

When he finally got bored of torturing you and decided to move his ass, you didn’t waste even a second, snatching the closest pillow and pressing it into his face. And he didn’t even flinch when you hovered above him, using all your strength to deprive the man from air. 

Not even half minute passed when the morning melancholy turned out stronger than your murderous intentions, and you pulled the pillow into your chest: it was big enough for you to wrap arms around it and lean your face into it. You closed your eyes, deciding that you can fall asleep in this position.

Only when some time passed and you epened your eyes again, had you noticed that Yoongi’s were fixated on you, and just stared at you, with a thoughtful expression on his slightly red face. He wasn’t smiling – just observing.

“What you starin’ at?” you murmured.

But no reply came. The man’s arms wrapped around your waist and their power forced you to rest on his chest in this romantic way you’ve often seen in movies, yet, considering your lifestyle, didn’t get to experience often.

It was nice. Pleasant as it was – even despite nothing much happening, just the two of you lying down and slowly waking up through the morning haze. But it reminded you of something important, something you rarely thought about on usual.

“I love you” you whispered, not really expecting an answer.

You heard a small huff, one that often followed in the wake of a snort. Yoongi’s lips pressed against the top of your head in some sort of sweet peck.

“Good” he replied in a suggestive, but careless way, one that you knew just too well. “Because I was about to ask if you’ll make the breakfast.”

And then he, with a little of your help… landed on the floor again.

#btsbookclub #bts suga #bts yoongi #bts imagine #bts fluff #suga fluff #suga imagine #yoongi imagine #suga x reader #bts #suga #kpop fluff #kpop imagine #vg: suga #vg: bts #vg: drabble