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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year

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Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: For @sillyrabbit81’s follower milestone celebration; Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Prompt [screenshot at the end]: Slow & Romantic, Tied Up, Clark Kent

Warnings: Subby Clark should be considered a warning, rope bondage (Shibari), poorly hidden Anakin Skywalker quote, oral sex (f/m receiving), cum swallowing

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. [I promise I am working on Bright Like The Moon still, but Sub!Clark though!]

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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It had been days of him dropping hints. He was sending me links to shibari websites, referring to me as Miss without provocation, and kneeling at my feet when I entered a room.

The man was relentless, but I understood it perfectly when he explained it over dinner. He was calm and collected, but I’m sure it took all of the Kryptonian’s strength not to melt.

“I save people all of the time, it feels nice to be so needed. It feels amazing to be in control, don’t get me wrong,” He looks at me while rising from his chair and coming to kneel next to mine, “But I want to relinquish control. I want someone else to have power over me. I want you to own me, Miss. Please, will you help me?”

His politeness always went straight to my pussy. This man could hold the planet but needed to feel protected, I could do that. “I’ll help you, Clark. On one condition.”

“Anything,” he whispers, already slipping into submissive mode.

“You give yourself over to me completely. From this moment on, until you can’t take any more, and I’ll be the judge of that, you are mine to do with whatever I please. Do you understand?” I ponder aloud, my hand ghosting across his jawline.

“Yes, Miss. I understand that you are in control,” he breathes, his blue eyes blazing in the low light of the dining room. Damn, he is such a good little sub already.

“Good boy,” I hum, running my fingers through his curls. Now, I expect a response and when I didn’t get one, I let him know what happens when he does the wrong thing. Grabbing a fistful of his hair and tightening my grip, I growl in his ear. “I didn’t hear a thank you.”

“Thank you, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss,” he whimpers, eyes remorseful.

“Now he gets it,” I purr, releasing my grip on his hair. “You’re going to go to the guest room. You’re going to crawl on your hands and knees. When you get there, you’re going to strip completely and wait for me. When your head is down and your hands are resting on your thighs, I’ll know you’re ready to begin. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss, I understand,” he affirms, looking down in servitude.

“Good boy,” I beam, getting up to stand over him, “Go on then, show Miss that you can follow directions.”

“Yes, Miss,” he says, hands going to the floor in front of him as he begins to crawl on his hands and knees through the house, looking for all intents and purposes like a cat stalking after prey. But this time, I was the predator. Watching his shoulder blades shift through his tight dress shirt, his perfect ass swaying in those perfectly tailored dress pants. The man was a vision of lust. And I was ready to tear him apart.

In truth, I did make him wait for just a hairsbreadth longer than I intended to. I took my time getting ready, slipping into some new lingerie Clark had never seen and dabbing his favorite scent on my wrists and neck. I grab the rope and my Hitachi and put on my highest stilettos. I walk slowly to the guest room, letting the click of my heels alert him that I was coming.

Entering the room, I see Clark kneeling with his back to the bed. Head down, hands resting on his thighs. My sub is so good at following the rules. And by the way his cock hangs heavy between his legs, I can tell he is beyond excited to start.

“Such a good boy, waiting so patiently for me,” I purr, stalking over to him and placing one hand within his curls and one on his cheek, “We have a few things to go over and then we can get started, ok baby?”

“Yes, Miss,” he acknowledges his understanding, turning to my hand to kiss my palm.

“That brings us to Rule #1: You don’t get to touch unless I give you permission. I will allow you this one mistake, but be clear that is the only one. Rule #2: You cum when I say you do, no sooner or later. Rule #3: If I ask you what color, you respond with green for good, yellow for slow down, or red for stop. Do you understand these rules?” I step back and raise his chin so he can look me in the eye.

“Yes, Miss, I understand these rules,” he sighed, pupils blown and wild.

“Good boy. To make sure Rule #1 is followed to the letter, I’m going to take away your ability to use your hands. May I begin to restrain you?”

“Yes, Miss,” he agrees, watching me as I pick up the red rope I brought into the room with me.

“Good boy. Stand for me so I can tie your chest and arms,” I croon, waiting until he was at his full height to kiss and nip at his jawline as I untwined the rope slowly.

I find the tails of the rope, holding onto the bight, and begin to tie the Shinju harness across his broad chest. As I tighten the rope every so often, I also tease Clark’s nipples with the soft pads of my fingers. I lean in and lick and bite at his pectoral muscles until he squirms. I connect his arms to the harness, keeping them straight to emphasize his chest as he is forced to stand straighter. I finish and stand back to look at my work.

“We both know you can get out of the rope if you need to. But in keeping with the rest of the night, I’m going to let you out of the ropes if you need to be rid of them. Color?” I prod, suddenly feeling the reality of domming Superman.

“Green, Miss,” he assures, cock bobbing happily between his legs.

I reach down and lightly squeeze the base of his cock and he whimpers. “On your knees facing the bed,” I insist, pushing down on his shoulders. I sit on the bed after taking off my lace thong and I put my shins on his shoulders. “You look hungry, Clark. Why don’t you eat my pussy until I cum on that pretty face of yours?”

“Yes, Miss” he breathes, getting to work with that wicked tongue of his. I don’t understand how he is holding himself up without the use of his hands, but it must be a balance thing. I don’t put too much thought into it as my focus is elsewhere.

Before I know it, Clark is humming around my clit at just the right decibel to have me screaming his name. He then laps up my juices as they flow uncontrollably from me, leaning back after I push him back.

“Thank you, Miss,” he says, ever the polite submissive.

“Such a good boy, you are, Clark. I think you’ve earned an orgasm,” I praise, getting up to grab the Hitachi. I play with the settings, letting the lowest setting stay on while I tease Clark’s nipples. When he starts to wriggle at the sensation, I push the head of the Hitachi against the underside of his balls. This is where the fun begins…

With his balls being stimulated, I lean down and wrap my lips around his cockhead, swirling my tongue. Clark groans so loud and for so long, it feels like his entire being will explode.

“May I please cum, Miss?” he yelps, his breathing fast-paced.

“Cum for me, Clark,” I confirm, watching as Clark’s tension ebbs away. His tightly shut eyes pop open and he cries out as his cock erupts into my eagerly awaiting mouth. After a few seconds, I realize he is still cumming and turn off the Hitachi, putting it to the side. I wait until his cock only twitches but doesn’t release any more spunk and I pull off of him in enough to catch him as he pitches forward.

“Clark, I’m taking off the ropes, ok?” I don’t wait for an answer as I make quick work of releasing his arms and sliding the ropes off of him. I roll him over on his back and see his eyes searching mine. “I’m right here baby, are you ok? I think that orgasm might have been a little too intense.”

“I’m…k. Yeah, in…tense. Thank you…Miss,” he stutters, a lazy grin on his face, cock still twitching.

“You did so good baby, I am so proud of you,” I croon, leaning Clark into my lap while I check his arms and chest for rope burns. When I see nothing to worry about, I run my fingers through his curls. “How are you feeling now, Clark?”

“I think a few brain cells are gone completely but it was so worth it. I think I was deep in subspace for a second there,” he smiles up at me, love beaming in his eyes.

“Yeah, I would say so. That means you really needed it,” I kiss the tip of his nose, “So, I think I know the answer, but for my own ego, how did I do?”

“You took such good care of me. I felt so safe with you. And the way you took charge and realized I needed to end the scene? That was perfect. I couldn’t ask for a better Domme. Thank you, baby,” He brings my face down to his and kisses me.

“You are very welcome. What do you say we go take a bath together and then watch some bad tv?” I smile down at him and wiggle my eyebrows at him.

“That sounds wonderful,” he chuckles and gets up from the floor, reaching his hand out to me.

I take his hand and allow him to lead me to the tub. We bathe and get dressed in comfy jammies and spend the rest of the night watching tv and cuddling.

**Tag List**

Henry Fanfiction: @astheskycries @enchantedbytomandhenry

Prompt screenshot:

#rabbitsmilestone23 #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x reader #ellethespaceunicorn fanfic #clark kent #clark kent x reader #clark kent x black reader #clark kent x black!reader

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Under Your Skin

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (Tattoo!Artist!Eddie AU)

Word Count: 2,913

Summary: You and Eddie have been friends for some time but you still haven’t been in to visit him at work but you finally get up the nerve to do it and maybe even to do something even more exciting...and then some.

Author’s Note: I’ve been wanting to write his AU with Eddie for a while and I cannot thank my lovely friends enough for all their insight into the world @sillyrabbit81 @mrsmischief209 @ysmmsy @buckysdollforlife @blizzspeaks This is for my sweet Jen’s @late-to-the-party-81 1k Follower Celebration and Challenge Yourself Challenge! This is the first time I’m doing this AU so it seemed like the perfect push! Thank you for hosting love and congratulations on a much deserved and amazing milestone! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by @wannabehamlet thank you darling so much! 🥰

Warnings: fun and flirty tension and fluff :)

GIF NOT MINE: Creidt goes to @barnesdjarin thank you sweets 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Your hand is clammy as it closes around the handle of the door and you give it a pull that’s too hard, the motion making you jerk back unexpectedly.

You crash into Robin with a muttered apology and step inside. A little bell over the door chimes and indicates your arrival. You take a deep breath and survey the shop.

The first thing you notice is the clean and sanitary smell. That, and the fact that the colorful paint on the walls is barely visible under all the artwork, photos and records that lines them.

“Wow,” you whisper in awe, taking it all in.

“Now that’s what I like to hear when people walk into my shop.”

Your attention is momentarily drawn away from the decorative walls when you hear the sound of his voice.

“Hello ladies,” he croons before his gaze settles on you. “So glad you finally made it in to see me.”

You stop and stare, a new kind of nervousness making your heart skip a beat.

It’s the first time you’re visiting Eddie at his new Tattoo shop and you’re already in love.

“Hi Eddie,” Robin says, elbowing you.

“Oh!” you squeak. “Hey Eddie.”

“So, what can I do for you?”

“We want a tattoo,” Robin says with a bright smile. She then points at you and says, “well, she does.”

His eyes are trained on you as they sweep down your body and back up to your face.

“This is your first one right?” he asks with a wink.

“Yes,” you declare and dip your head.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you.”

He moves closer and rests a gentle hand on your lower back, ushering you forward.

“Not gonna lie, I’m really fucking excited you’re here,” he says quietly, his lips just barely brushing your ear.

You shiver in response and turn your head, your faces only inches apart.

“I’m nervous,” you blurt out, your breath catching in your throat when his eyes drop to your lips.

“You’re in good hands,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers up your back before he motions for you to sit on the couch.

Robin joins you, grinning as she looks at the shop walls.

“Are these pictures of your band?” Robin asks.

“That’s us. Corroded Coffin,” he answers with a pleased smile while he rummages through supplies on the table.

“I like your guitar,” you say as you study one picture in particular.

“Thanks. She’s a beauty right?”

You nod and continue to look around. Without thinking you get up and start to move about the shop, noticing that some of the artwork is signed with Eddie’s name.

“Your artwork is amazing,” you point out.

“Thanks,” Eddie answers. “Wait until you see your tattoo.”

He waggles his eyebrows and sticks out his tongue, his silly face making you laugh and easing some of your anxieties.

“So, I sorta have an idea, but I don’t really have a solid idea. I kind of know what I want but at the same time I don’t have a clear picture and I’m nervous it will hurt and…”

Eddie gives you a soft smile as your words trail off and you shuffle your feet. You can hear Robins pained groan but you keep your eyes on him.

“I can help you bring your idea to life; you just tell me what you’re thinking and I’ll make it happen.”

“Really? It’s that easy?” you ask, your tone disbelieving.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he tells you. “Like I said, you’re in good hands with me sweetheart.”

You audibly swallow and will your heart rate to slow down.

“Give me a minute. I was just finishing some paperwork when you came in,” he says.

He walks to the back of the shop and disappears behind a door. You swing around and look at Robin with wide eyes.

“He’s too hot,” you whisper shout. “I can’t let him give me a tattoo! This is too much.”

“Oh don’t be such a dingus!” she answers, throwing her hands up. “And why can’t you!? You heard him. He’s talented and you’re in good hands.”

“His hands…” you nearly whine, rubbing your own over your face. “The rings…I’m not gonna make it.”

She smirks with a sparkle in her eye and you blow out an exaggerated raspberry.

“I’ve been here less than five minutes and I’m already making a fool of myself and if he actually puts his hands on me I’m going to faint for sure.”

Before Robin can give you a proper pep talk, Eddie saunters back into the front of the shop with a smile.

“So talk to me sweetheart, what are you thinking?”

He sits down on a rolling leather stool and slides himself toward you.

“Maybe on my shoulder and something with the ocean? A wave? A sea turtle? Some other cute sea creature?”

He smiles brightly and the skin around his eyes crinkles delicately, their warm color making you inwardly sigh.

“Can you take this off for me?” he asks, motioning to your hoodie.

“Sure,” you answer, feeling your skin heat.

You shrug off the garment and turn your body to show him the spot you’re thinking of putting it.

His eyes fill with heat at your newly exposed skin and you lick your lips and when he softly brushes his fingertips over your skin it sends a rush of warmth through your body.

Once you determine how big you want it and the spot you want it in he grabs what he needs to sketch it out.

“Tell me about your favorite memory of the ocean or the beach,” he says, placing his pencil to the paper.

As you rattle off your thoughts, Robin smiles and gets up from the couch to look around more. You don’t even notice that she’s gone and by the time you’re done talking Eddie has a sketch drawn up and he’s grinning.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry for my rambling. I hope that wasn’t too much.”

“Nah sweetheart, it was perfect. Are you ready to see?”

You nod excitedly and wait.

He lifts the sketch up and turns it around so you can see. You gasp softly, covering your mouth with your hand as your eyes take in the drawing.

“Eddie,” you whisper. “Wow.”

“That’s the second time you’ve used that word in my presence,” he teases. “You’re going to give me a big head.”

You giggle and take the paper from his hand. “It’s absolutely gorgeous. I love it. I didn’t even know I wanted this.”

He leans closer, studying first the drawing then your face. “It’s going to be even more beautiful on you.”

Robin’s playful scoff pulls both you and Eddie out of your moment and your heads simultaneously turn her way.

“What?” you ask with narrowed eyes.

“So cheesy Munson,” she states with a deadpan look.

Eddie narrows his eyes and throws her the finger.

She laughs and gives him one back.

“But it is really amazing,” she adds.

The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifts into a boyish smile and he winks at you again.

“Ready to get started?” Eddie asks, taking your hand.

You visibly stiffen and your palm starts to sweat against his.

“I uh…I think so.”

He pulls you to your feet and tucks you into his side.

“Come on, let’s get you comfortable,” he says assuredly.

He brings you over to the tattoo bed and has you sit down.

“You have to sign this waiver first,” he explains, letting you take your time reading over the paper.

“Any allergies?” he asks.

“Nope,” you reply as you sign your name.

“Did you eat lunch?” he asks, giving you a lopsided grin when you look at him like he’s crazy.

“Umm, I did but that was about two hours ago.”

He holds up a ringed finger and jogs to the back of the shop, returning quickly with some juice and cookies.

“Here,” he says, holding both out. “Have a drink and a cookie. It’ll help.”

You open your mouth to say “wow” again, your lips shaped just so and Eddie grins, staring at your mouth before he drags his eyes up.

“Were you about to ‘wow’ me again?” he asks, his eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” you giggle. “You really meant it when you said you’d take care of me.”

“Of course,” he tells you.

“I’m sure this is how you treat all your clients,” you say with a lighthearted roll of your eyes.

“Nah, only the ones I’m hoping to keep around,” he simpers.

“Smooth Eddie,” Robin pokes from her spot across the room. “Real smooth.”

Eddie ignores Robin’s jabs and keeps his focus on you.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and lower your lashes, hoping to hide how his words affect you.

“Hey,” he says quietly and you bring your gaze back up to meet his. “You good?”

“I’m good.”

“I want you to talk to me the whole time and if it ever gets too much just let me know,” he says, giving you a pointed look.

“I will,” you whisper.

“Pinky promise?” he asks, holding up his pinky finger.

“Promise,” you smile and wrap your pinky around his.

You watch as he gathers his tools, double checking that everything is clean and sterile. He prepares the ink and the machine, explaining everything as he goes.

“Ok, we’ve gotta get these out of the way,” he says as he slips his fingers under the straps of your tank top and bra.

He slowly slides them down until they rest along your upper arm, before softly caressing your shoulder. The whole interaction feels intimate and you take a deep breath, relieved that he can’t see your face at the moment.

“This might be a little cold,” he warns as he preps your skin by cleaning it.

Even with his gloves on you love the feel of his hands on you. When he places the stencil over your skin you can feel the press of his rings and you have to suppress a shiver.

“Here, take the mirror and make sure it’s where you want it.”

You stand and use the small mirror to check the placement, your eyes drifting to meet Eddie’s in the reflection.

“That’s the spot,” you say.

“Fuck yeah! Let’s do this sweetheart. I’m ready to start if you are.”

He straightens out the tattoo table and helps you get comfortable lying on your stomach with your face resting in the hole. You can see his spread legs as he rolls his stool closer and it momentarily makes you forget why you’re there.

“Still with me?” he asks softly.

“Yes,” you breathe out, the combined nervousness of the impending tattoo and his close proximity mixing into some kind of dizzying intoxication.

“Robin can hold your hand if you want,” he says, peeking over at her. “I would do it but I need both of mine.”

His charming words make you smile and some of your tension eases with your deep exhale.

Robin rushes to your side and sits with her hand held out.

“You’ve got his babe,” she says confidently.

“You do,” Eddie adds.

The buzz of the machine makes you visibly tense and Eddie rests his hand on the back of your thigh.

“I need you to be a good girl for me and relax sweetheart,” he tells you when he leans down near your ear. “Can you do that?”

You make a small sound of agreement, holding back a whimper at his use of ‘good girl’ and decide that concentrating on his thighs is a good distraction. The first prick of the needle is painful but you start counting the rips in his jeans and the pain slowly eases into a mild discomfort.

Heat radiates off his body and you soak it in, the smell of his shampoo lingering in the air every time he shifts and his curls bounce and sway.

After his third check in you ask him for a small break. He helps you to sit up, your arm curled around his neck and your body slightly shaky.

“You ok sweetheart?” he asks, pressing his fingers under your chin and lifting your eyes to his.

“Yea. Maybe just another sip of juice?”

“Of course,” he says, but keeps you in his arms. “Hey Robin, can you grab her glass for me?”

Robin gets it and starts to hand it to you but Eddie intercepts it and holds it to your lips.

“I can take a drink myself you know.”

Your words end on a giggle but you don’t stop him when he says “open up,” and gives you small sips.

“Better?” he asks.

“Much.”

He takes the glass away from your mouth and holds it out to Robin but never takes his eyes off your face, his gaze dropping to your lips. When he feels the weight of the glass disappear from his hand he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Just had a little spot of juice…”

His words are whispered and breathy as his head dips lower.

“Her tattoo isn’t finished you know!” Robin chirps from the other side of the table.

Eddie jerks his head away and shoots Robin a glare. You bury your face in Eddie’s neck and give him a squeeze.

“Alright then, let’s get this piece finished,” Eddie grumbles, still giving Robin a look.

Once you’re settled comfortably again he gets back to work, continuing to check in with you regularly.

“We’re almost done,” he says excitedly.

Robin squeals. “It looks insane!”

His fingers press against your skin, warm and strong and with a few more touches he’s finished.

“Are you ready to see it?”

His eyes are bright with anticipation as he helps you into a sitting position. You start to stand but he stops you.

“Slow down sweetheart, don’t stand just yet. I can get you the mirror to see.”

He positions you so you can see your shoulder in the reflection and your eyes go wide.

“Oh my god,” you gasp.

Eddie suddenly looks nervous, his palms sliding down his jeans and his shoulders tensing.

“Is that good?” he asks, his tone worried.

“Wow,” you say, turning your eyes to him with a huge smile.

“Another wow huh?” he grins, instantly relaxing.

“Eddie…it’s…it’s…wow.”

“That’s two!” Robin states, looking between you both.

“I’m so glad you like it sweetheart. Looks gorgeous on you.”

“Thank you, I really love it.”

You continue to stare at the piece of art tattooed on your shoulder and the longer you do, the happier Eddie gets.

“Can I stand up now?” you ask with a smirk.

“Sure,” he replies, taking your hand.

You stand on wobbly legs and fall into his arms. He catches you and cradles you against his chest, smoothing his hand along your back.

“I got you,” he whispers.

“I feel a little dizzy,” you explain.

“That’s totally normal. Why don’t we sit?”

He leads you over to the couch and sits, patting his leg.

“There’s plenty of room on the couch,” you tell him with mischief dancing in your eyes.

“Yea but his lap is better,” Robin interjects as she gives you a light shove.

You plop down into Eddie’s lap with a small oof and he wraps you in his arms, careful not to touch your tattoo.

“Better?” he asks with a smug smile.

“You’re very comfortable,” you say in response before glaring daggers up at Robin.

“What?” she asks incredulously. “You’re a dingus. I know that’s where you really want to be.”

Your mouth drops open and you huff out in frustration but regardless curl yourself into Eddie’s chest.

“How long should I sit?” you ask him.

“As long as you want,” he murmurs. “But I do have to go over a few things with you. After care and all that.”

He tilts his head, inching his face closer to yours.

“That’s my cue to leave, my work here is done! Bye dudes!” Robin sings with a triumphant grin and rushes out.

Neither you nor Eddie even notice.

“Uh huh,” you nod, twirling a piece of his hair around your finger. “Like what?”

“Likeeee,” he drags out the word and pretends to think as his eyes wander over your features. “Don’t go swimming anytime soon and stay out of the sun.”

“Eddie. It’s January.”

“It is?” he asks, dropping his nose to your neck and inhaling softly with a satisfied hum.

You make a small whimper and your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Anything else?” you manage to ask, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.

“Hmm, you have to clean it 2-3 times a day and I can give you some ointment for it….and I have to clean it again and cover it before you leave.”

“I think I can manage that,” you tell him, biting your bottom lip when his nose runs the length of your neck and you feel his lips trail along your jaw.

“You did so well today,” he whispers, as he tilts his head and you feel his hands flex on your hips.

“I did?” you ask, your words nearly breathless as you squeeze your legs together.

A muscle in his jaw flexes and he smooths one hand up your arm until his long fingers cradle your cheek.

“Such a good girl,” he promises with the lightest brush of his lips, just a whisper, before he captures your mouth in a hungry kiss.

@dreamlessinparis @hiddles-rose @goldylions @blackwidownat2814

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martha-oi · 10 months

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#captain syverson #sand castle #syverson #sy vibes #henry cavill characters #captain syverson vibes #my hubby #henry cavill #syverson vibes #sy inspo

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livingbreathingdreams · 2 years

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Period Comfort Fics 🩸

• DIN DJARIN • JOEL MILLER • FRANKIE MORALES • BUCKY BARNES • CAPTAIN SYVERSON • HARRY STYLES •

🌶 Spicy, consume at your own risk

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sillyrabbit81 · 25 days

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Henry Cavill Stringout Featurette THE MINISTRY OF UNGENTLEMANLY WARFARE 2024

#henry cavill #the ministry of ungentlemanly warfare #henrycavilledit #guy ritchie #henrycavillgifs #hcavilledit #cavilledit #sillyrabbit81 gifs #rabbitsgifs henry

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poledancingdinos · 1 year

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Little Comforts

Pairing: August Walker X OFC

Word Count: 1073 words

Warnings: Daddy kink, Dom/Sub, Period pains, Feeling awful, Hurt/Comfort

Taglist: @amberangel112 @utterlyhopeful-fics @marantha @kebabgirl67 @littleone65 @omgkatinka @luclittlepond @elizabetharegina @enchantedbytomandhenry @narnianaos @geralts-yenn @peaches1958 @avengersfan25 @sillyrabbit81 @lena-banena

A/N: This post has been edited to format it for Tumblr instead of the AO3 link

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“Daddy…” she whimpered, hearing August step into the bedroom.

“What’s going on, baby?” He hated to say it but his girlfriend looked terrible. He’d only been gone a few hours, what had happened in that short amount of time?

“I’m tired, Daddy. Everything hurts.”

August brushed her hair back behind her ear. “What hurts little one?” She caught his large hand in both of hers, pulling him closer to her. She cuddled his arm like a heating bag, squeezing it between her thighs and nuzzling his biceps

“Daddy.”

Her weak voice made August’s chest clench. She was still new to having a dom, both in bed and as caregiver of sorts, only ever using the term ‘sir’ until then. She must have felt really ill to start behaving so small and being so dependent on him.

“Okay, little one, I’m going to help you, but I need you to let go of my hand first.”

She shook her head, a pout becoming briefly visible before being hidden under her thick comforter.

“Daddy will get you what you need to make it feel better, I promise. Do you trust me?”

She sniffled a few times but her forehead brushed against his biceps as she nodded in acceptance. This time, when he pulled his arm away, she didn’t resist.

He escaped to the bathroom where he kept various items under the sink for occasions such as that one, pulling out a bottle of painkillers and an animal shaped heating pad. When he made it back into the kitchen, he put the heating pad in the microwave and prepared a tray of snacks. He had a nagging feeling that the pain had most likely kept his little submissive bedridden and that she probably hadn’t bothered eating or drinking anything all day.

He prepared a mug of peppermint tea in case she was also having bouts of nausea and finished loading the tray with a bottle of water, assorted fruit and a bag of her favorite candy from the back of the top shelf. The microwave beeped just as he finished collecting everything that was needed. Perfect timing.

He carried the tray over one arm while holding the near burning stuffed manatee by the end of its tail. He didn’t miss the way his treasured submissive opened her eyes to peek at him when she heard his footsteps but he focused his attention on keeping the tray balanced as he set it down on the dresser.

“All right, little one, I need to pull back the blankets,” he cajoled as he tugged on the corner of the thick blanket. She allowed it to be moved but curled into a tighter ball as the cool air hit her skin. She was only wearing the small camisole and flannel shorts she'd slipped on the previous night, making the goosebumps traveling over her skin fully visible. She’d rolled over since he first arrived and August sighed upon noticing the small spot of blood on the back of her sleep shorts.

“Princess, I’m going to have to take you to the bathroom to clean you up. Lift your arms.”

She didn’t feel like moving but the promise of being in her daddy’s arms was enough to convince her to cooperate. When he slipped his arms under her form, she wrapped hers around his neck. He sat her down on the counter and handed her the warm manatee.

“Hug this while I go get you a change of clothes.”

She immediately obeyed, sighing as the warmth quieted the angry cramps twisting in her stomach. Getting her cleaned up was a bit of a struggle since she refused to stand on her own but August eventually managed to coax her into some clean boyshort style period underwear allowing him to spray some hydrogen peroxide on the stained shorts and leaving them to sit over the side of the tub.

When she was back into bed, still tightly clutching the heating pad, he brought the tray of food closer.

“You need to eat before you can take these painkillers, little one, so what do you want first?”

She wanted to say the gummies but she knew better than to do so, even under the current circumstances. August cared about her health first and foremost. He would treat her to the candy only after giving her a minimum of nutritious food and would reward her all the more for making the decision herself.

“Berries please, Daddy.”

“Good girl, you even remembered to use your manners.”

He held a quartered strawberry to her lips which opened to accept the sweet fruit. August continued to hand feed her until he had deemed that she had eaten enough to take the medication without irritating her stomach.

“Do you want tea or water?”

“Tea, please.”

“Sit up more for me, Princess.”

She pushed herself upright, a task that seemed to demand all of her strength, then leaned half her weight against the headboard and the other half on his shoulder. Cupping the offered mug in both her hands, she took a sip before August placed the blue tablets on her tongue. When she had washed both down with a few sips of tea, August returned the mug to the nightstand.

“You did so good for me, Princess,” August whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “How about we spend the rest of the day in bed and watch a movie?”

She nodded weakly, her eyes already falling shut. He had barely tucked them both under the covers and turned on the television before her breathing switched to a slow, steady rhythm. At some point she had abandoned the manatee in favor of wrapping herself around his arm again but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He used his left hand to select a nature documentary from his saved titles and lowered the sound nearly all the way. He had grown used to reading the subtitles but his Princess always slept better with a bit of noise in the background.

August only hoped that when she woke up she wouldn’t go back to being hesitant or embarrassed about giving up total control. And if she did, well, he would just have to keep proving to her that she could always trust him to take care of her to the best of his abilities until she fully submitted herself to him. He couldn't wait until that day finally came.

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scaryrabbit · 1 year

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Class of '07 (2023) | S1Ep1 Bird Shit

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✨Moodboard Tag Game✨

Rules: Open Pinterest, make a moodboard out of the first nine pictures that show up, and tag your mutuals!

Thanks for tagging me @tropes-and-tales!

“Eyes That See” is the only reason Captain Syverson makes an appearance on my Pinterest ☺️ And that biscuit chicken pot pie picture? I actually made it last night and it tasted like Thanksgiving, it was amazing!

No pressure tags (it’s also open to anyone who would like to play!): @just-chirpin @velocibee @xxdrixx @sillyrabbit81 @thoroughlymodernminutia @musings-of-a-rose @charliehoennam

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Thrilling Evening part one - Syverson

Summary: It’s been a while since you and your two best friends went out since your breakup. The three of you having a long lasting friendship based on the most ridiculous and challenging bets. After losing a bet against them where you have to wear your vibrating panties for the evening the three end up in a bar where you meet this handsome man. Which makes your evening even more thrilling…

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Warnings: kissing, grabbing, implied smut

A/N: Haven’t been on Tumblr for a few years but am now back since watching The Witcher and falling totally in love with Henry Cavill. After reading some of the most amazing (smut) fics (from @sillyrabbit81, @littlefreya and @hertzwritings ) with some of his amazing characters I decided to give it a go myself. This story has been in my head for days and here is me trying to write it out. Hopefully you enjoy it too. Please let me know if I am missing something. Feedback is very welcome!

P.S. English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies if some parts are not quite right, I’m trying :)

Thrilling evening

“Oh come on Y/N!” Cassie says while twirling your unused vibrating panties around her fingers with a smirk on her face.

“It’s such a shame you never got to wear these when you were with Colin” You roll your eyes at her statement.

“As if these panties could have saved our dead boring relationship” you responded.

You had a relationship with Colin for almost 2 years but the more time passed you realized that this wasn’t going to work. Even though he was a super sweet and quite handsome accountant you missed the thrill in your relationship. He was way too soft for you and your needs. The biggest turn off for you was his reaction to that one time when you bought a very revealing body with matching handcuffs. His eyes widened like a deer in headlights telling you that “no way you put that on looking like a whore”. Not to speak of the fact that you had your left nipple pierced and ordered the vibrating panties, which you unfortunately never got to wear with him.

Your two best friends since high school, Cassie and Lauren, had shared their thoughts on how Colin was quite a marshmallow and you probably should’ve listened to them earlier. Oh well, even though the first few weeks were a bit of a bummer you weren’t that heartbroken over him and actually enjoyed your time being single.

The three of you went out more often just like the good old days when Lauren came up with this idea of playing a game to spice things up. Before going out you rounded up at Cassie’s place who lived in the city center with loads of bars, pubs and clubs around the corner. Before leaving you got ready together and played the ‘blow out’ game which you all quite mastered by now.

On the table there would be a glass filled with tequila topped with a deck of cards where you had to blow off at least one card but also not all of them. The previous loser got to come up with the new ‘loser prize’ and since you lost last time, where you had to make out with 5 people within the hour, you brought the vibrating panties which you hadn’t be able to use yet. Thinking that this would bring you all some fun and the thought of Lauren of Cassie wearing them in public while controlling them brought you to tears.

The excitement rising in the three of you as the deck got thinner and thinner. It was your turn to blow the deck consisting of a few cards. Taking a deep breath you let if out slowly resulting in four cards flying off the deck which now consisted of two cards. You already felt the victory.

“Oh fuck you Y/N!” Lauren complained while Cassie leaned over the table onto her arms to observe the cards. You gleamed while taking a sip of your drink and humming to the music that was playing.

“Nice to know that these panties won’t go to waste and will give us some fun tonight”.

You wiggled your brow at Cassie who kept looking skeptically at Lauren and the deck.

“I’m not so sure who will have the most fun though” Lauren said while also leaning forward onto the table.

Cassie took a big breath and began to blow slow and subtle. Most of the times she would blow neither or all the cards when there were such few left. At first the cards didn’t budge but when she blew a bit harder one of the two remaining cards flew off the deck onto the table. Resulting in Cassie coming up cheering and pointing at you.

“Fuck you bitch!” She yelled with triumph and made a victory dance move. Lauren started laughing too and clapped her hands.

“Seems like you get to wear them yourself after all girl!” She said while bending forward blowing the last card of the deck revealing the glass filled with tequila.

Your eyes widened. “Oh fuck me!” Slamming the table with your hands Cassie shoved the glass in your direction while twirling the panties in your face. You didn’t expect to lose this round.

“Bottoms up and panty’s on!” she smirked which made you all laugh out loud.

“Oh heavens, may the Lord have my soul tonight” you sigh picking the glass up while Cassie and Lauren gave each other a high five. You set your lips against the glass and tilt it back so the two gulps of tequila made its way through your throat leaving a burning sting.

“You go girl!” Lauren cheered you on while Cassie cooed for you.

“Urgh” you grunt while slamming the glass on the table. “Didn’t think I would lose again tonight”

Cassie grinned “Not so sure if you are really losing tonight though, it’s kind of a win win situation knowing you’ll get an orgasm without having to do anything for it!”.

You chuckle at her words and shake your head. Lauren got up and stretched.

“Alright time to get dressed and head to the pub”.

The three of you got up and got dressed. Since you were going to a pub you decided not to go too classy but the unwritten rule was to at least wear something with heels. Cassie wearing a denim short with a deep blue sleeveless turtle neck. Lauren went for a body con army green dress with some deep brown boots while you put on a short skirt, deep cut long sleeved red shirt and some black heels and of course your vibrating panties.

“Okay all good to go” you say after checking your make-up in the mirror. You covered your eyelashes with a layer of mascara and went for a deep red lipstick which makes your lips pop.

“Yeah almost, just one more thing…” Lauren says when you’re checking the mirror and touched up your deep brown hair. While looking in the mirror you suddenly feel the panties vibrate which makes you yelp, the unexpected vibrating sensation reaching your core.

“Oh God” you squeaked at the sensation making Lauren and Cassie laugh out loud. Looking over at Lauren who holds the small controller of the panties and waving with it. She turned it off and you let out a sigh in relieve.

“You girls are gonna be the death of me tonight” with these words you got your bag and head to the door.

“Oh we’re gonna have so much fun with this” Cassie said while pulling the door shut behind her back leaving for the pub.

Not even twenty minutes later you arrived at the pub which was already buzzing with loads of people sipping mostly beer, playing darts or having a chat while in the corner a few people were moving to the loud music blasting.

On the way to the pub your friends teased you by turning the panties on to the maximum level which made you sat down on the sidewalk, clutching your thighs together while the intense vibrations shot a throbbing feeling through your pit making it hard to stand, let alone walk.

The tree of you laughing so hard that you stopped walking and trying to catch your breath. This is going to be a difficult evening for you knowing that your friends will tease you all night, already regretting choosing the panties as the loser prize for the blow out game.

“Okay girls, the usual?” You asked when Lauren and Cassie took a seat at the booth.

“Yes please, and maybe a single orgasm for you?” Cassie asked while taking over the controller from Lauren and pressing the button which made you lunge forward on the table squeezing your legs shut while a “fuck” crumpled over your lips.

Thankfully she turned it off quickly while smirking at Lauren. “I already think this will be my favorite loser prize of all time” Lauren nodding at her statement.

“Can we please have a little more time between the torture, especially when we are here now. I would really like to enjoy it without coming near an orgasm every few minutes”

Both Cassie and Lauren smiled and nodded at you while you were making your way towards the bar to get your drinks. Bartender Mike was just taking an order which gives you time to look around to see who was at the bar. Seeing some strangers and a few familiar faces you’ve seen before, who waved at you when they saw you looking. Waving back with a smile you turned your head looking indirectly at the people at the bar through the mirror plastered to the wall.

At the bar there were sitting four quite massive men, by their looks you are guessing army guys or at least somewhat which contains physical labor.

Your eyes glided over the man sitting closest to you, who was wearing a black Lynyard Skynyrd shirt which almost seem to pop at the seams by his strong bulking arms. Eyes trailing over the rest of his robust feature ending at his face, covered by a bushy beard, a buzz cut and the most beautiful bright, blue eyes. He picked up the glass with whiskey Mike just put down for him and raised his glass towards the other men. His eyes locked with yours in the mirror giving you a wink before taking a sip of his drink. Holy fuck he was pretty hot.

“Hey Y/N what can I get you girls?” Mike asked while leaning over to you so you could hear him over the music, snapping out of the stranger’s gaze.

“Three Jack and Coke please” you answer while letting out a small breath you didn’t know you were holding. Reaching in your bag for your card you felt that either Cassie of Lauren had pressed the button again but this time the vibrations are a little more intense causing you to gasp and snap your hands at the bar which caught the attention from the blue eyed stranger next to you.

“Ya alright darlin’?” The stranger asked with a strong Southern accent, turning his body to you while his eyes shamelessly roamed over your body. Damn he was handsome.

“Yeah.. I-I’m good” you managed to answer looking over your shoulder at your friends who laughed and waved at you which you answered by flipping your middle finger. The vibrations turned down to a lower level which makes you sigh with relieve and turning back to the bar, handing your card to Mike. Looking at the stranger directly you see him looking at you curiously wondering what made you slam the bar.

“Your mother never taught you that staring is rude?” You ask him.

“Well, my momma told me loads of things. One of them was to only look an’ no touch” he replied with one side of his lip curling up.

Mike handing your card back which you put back into your bag while placing the drinks in front of you. “Cheers!”

Maybe it was the glass tequila you gulped before or the fact that the vibrating panties caused a throbbing feeling, or probably both, you felt cheeky and leaned over to the stranger.

“Oh did she now? Well isn’t that a shame” you replied only so he could hear, his curled lip turned into a deep chuckle increasing the wetness between your legs.

“Did your momma never tell ya not talk to strangers?”

“Well, maybe you should tell me your name then”

“Of course, apologies for my manners. The name is Sy” He extends his hand, grabbing yours while placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, feeling his beard flutter your hand making you shudder.

“What’s ya name sweetheart?” Sy asked, still holding your hand, while his clear blue eyes staring right into yours, making you feel weak.

“Nice to meet you Sy, my name is..” before you can finish your sentence you feel the vibrations switching to maximum power causing you to gasp and squeezing Sy’s hand hard while leaning into him.

Sy cocks his eyebrow and looks over seeing your friends having a very good time teasing you. Noticing the small remote on their table, seeing you squirm and feeling the slightest vibrations coming from between your legs against him makes him connect the dots. His eyes begin the glisten as he smirks and turns his body to yours, opening up you fall into his embrace. Clutching onto his biceps while leaning closer to him, feeling his strong, massive chest against yours while his lips brush against your ears.

“Well Sugar if I’m not mistakin’ I would say you’re gettin’ pretty close already”

The drinks clouding your mind, the vibrating curse between your legs and the feeling of Sy his body pressed against yours makes you almost lose it causing you to let out a soft moan.

“Oh.. Sy” you mutter while holding on to him for dear life. You are definitely going to kill your friends for this. Leaning into a strangers, even though handsome, arms while almost falling apart.

“Damn girl, look at ya” Sy grunts, shifting his colossal hands to your waist giving it a squeeze making your skin cover with goosebumps. Even though you just met something about him makes you feel safe and at ease.

“I ain’t even tryin’ and ya already be falling apart in my arms. Guess I should thank ya lovely friends for that but I would rather let ya scream my name myself”

His whiskey scented breath flows over your face while you’re trying your best to keep it together. The warmth of Sy’s hands and chest radiating yours making you wonder how it would feel when those hands would roam over your body, ripping off your clothes and taking you vigorously, feeling his hot skin slapping yours.

“I-I can’t..” You start to whisper but your orgasm washes over you like a big wave, you dig your nails into Sy’s arms leaving small crescent shapes into his skin which makes his nose flair whilst hearing him grunt.

He jumps off the bar stool, said a quick “see ya” to his mates whilst gripping your arm and dragging you with him towards the back door of the bar which leads to an abandoned alley. You manage to quickly glance over at Cassie and Lauren who watched you wiggling their brows and holding a thumbs up, luckily they are the only ones who noticed what was going on while the rest of the visitors just continued their drinks and chats like nothing happend.

The cool midnight air welcome you and you feel the vibration panties stop, probably because you are now out of reach of the remote or that your friends turned it off. Sy spins you around against the wall, caging you between his bulging arms by putting his hands next to your head.

“Do ya have any idea how hot that was and how much I had to keep myself together for not fuckin’ ya right there on the bar?”

Still coming down from your high, his dirty words and panting chest brushing against yours makes you slip a moan while you grind your hips into his. You let your hands roam over his chest just like you imagined when you were inside, feeling his buffed, muscular chest under your palms making you feel weak.

“Oh you have no idea how badly I want that” your reply makes him lower his arms, grasping your waist again while grinding back into you and slamming his lips onto yours.

He’s kissing you full with need, almost aggressively but you don’t mind. The feeling of his lips crashing onto yours heats the hot pool in your throbbing core while you claw at his neck and buzzcut.

Sy’s hands roam over your ass, squeezing it tightly and lifting you up against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist, giving him more space to come closer to you and feel his hard groin rubbing against your sensitive mound. He backs away from the kiss, both of you panting while he is staring at you with dark, lustful eyes.

“Fuckin’ hell Sugar, ya in for a ride?”

“Yes Sy.. please” you beg him which turns a smirk on his face.

“One thing first tho”

You looked at him confused. “What?”

“Whatcha name? Than I know what to call ya while I fuck the livin’ shit out of ya”

A/N 2:

Once again, this is my first ever go on writing something like this. What happends next is already in my head but I haven’t got it on paper yet. Please let me know what you think and if I should write a part 2.

A/N 3: Read part two here

#henry cavill #cavill #captain syverson #syverson #syverson x reader #syverson fanfiction #syverson x you #syverson smut

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What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Stardust (2007)

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: For @sillyrabbit81’s follower milestone celebration; You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Prompt [screenshot at the end]: Playful & Happy, Stepcest, Humphrey (Stardust)

Warnings: smut between step-siblings, I'm not sorry for the title of this fic

A/N: First time and possibly not the last time I write for Humphrey, enjoy!

Divider: @firefly-graphics

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It’s not like you and Humphrey were exactly friends, you were acquaintances at best. But when your father and his mother decided to marry, you became his stepsister. He spent more time in the mirror than you, his boring girlfriend hated you, and he was always busy so you had no time to get to know each other.

It wasn’t difficult to get on Humphrey’s nerves and you excelled at it. You would move a perfect curl off-kilter or crinkle his sleeve and it would piss him off so much that he would hiss at you. But after a while, he would anticipate your attempts to annoy him. He would come to love it, expecting your advances around every corner.

He would playfully wrestle you, trapping your wrists above your head. Enjoying the way your breathing hitched and how your breasts would heave up in your dresses. Anyone who would see this would know Humphrey was playing a dangerous game. Which is one reason he kept these feelings close to his chest.

Victoria and you were none the wiser, even when Humphrey would make faces at you across the dinner table. His roaming hands would linger at the small of your back on a stroll through town. He would take you on picnics and feed you pieces of fruit, making it impossible not to take his fingers into your mouth. When passing you at home, he would make sure to bump his crotch into your ass too many times not to start to notice something was up. He was doing the most and he was getting sloppy. You could just let it go, but if you were one thing, you were horny.

Horny enough to get into the pants of your gorgeous and willing stepbrother. I mean, you weren’t blood-related. You didn’t even look alike, so you saw no problem with having a taste of forbidden fruit.

You were patient with Humphrey and with your newly married parents. Soon, your schedule would make it perfect to be alone with your stepbrother. Your parents would be attending a dinner in a nearby town and Humphrey was tasked with keeping you company while your parents were away. You both kept up appearances by seeming bothered, Humphrey’s hand under the table squeezing your inner thigh told a different story. It conveyed to you all you needed to know.

While your parents busied themselves with preparation, you and Humphrey were in the library, taking turns reading to one another. You read humbly so that your parents couldn’t hear the erotica you read your stepbrother. His rapt attention feeds your willingness to give him more. You ghosted your hand down your neck and over pert and supple breasts. The book in his hands is soon forgotten and dropped to the floor as your parents step in to say their goodbyes.

You lock eyes with Humphrey as you hear the front door close.

“Yours or mine, dear Sister?” Humphrey got straight to the point, his erection straining in his pressed pants.

“Neither,” He was undoubtedly confused, his brow furrowing, “I want you to take me here so we can be reminded of each other daily. I hope you can be amenable to that, dear Brother?”

“More than amenable,” he enunciates, unbuttoning his breeches to free his eager and flushed cock, “I’d say I was downright enthusiastic.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” You declare, kneeling in front of him to stroke his girth, “I’ll take matters into my own hands, sweet Brother.”

“I’d rather you take matters into that filthy little mouth of yours,” He fists your hair, tilting your head back until you smile at one another, “You like it, don’t you? You like being my little slut?” Your moan is more than enough of an answer, but he still shoves you down the length of his prick.

He fucks into your mouth as you move your hands from his hips around to rest on his ass. He enjoys how you are trying to get every inch inside, pulling him closer until your nose is buried into the curly hair at the base of his dick.

“That’s my good girl,” He proclaims, knowing how to keep you merry, “Fuck, your mouth is so hot and tight, but I bet it pales in comparison to your cunt. Shall we test that theory?” He pulls his cock out of your mouth, a wet trail of spit still connecting the two of you.

You smile up at him, already cock-drunk. “Please, use me, Big Brother, I’m all yours.” You plead with him, knowing you don’t have to beg. He’s more than happy to use you.

“Such a good girl for me, Little Sister. You make me so delighted. Lay on your back, love, I wish to see your face when I enter you,” You flop on your ass, laying back and all but ripping down your pettipants to reveal how soaked you are.

Humphrey holds your legs open and enters you after running the tip of his dick through your folds, grunting as he does so. He smiles as he watches your face, adjusting to the squeeze of your tight pussy. He leans down, feigning as if he were to kiss your neck, and blows a raspberry on it instead, sending you into a fit of giggles.

“At a time like this, you wish to make me laugh?” You hold your side, laughter dying down as Humphrey nuzzles your nose with his own.

“I couldn’t help myself. I enjoy you, Little Sister,” He hits a particular pace that is gentle yet firm, “As I enjoy you, I enjoy this cunt of yours. Or should I call it mine?”

“It’s yours, Big Brother. Fuck your fucking cunt,” You all but scream out, Humphrey’s strokes and words exciting you to no end.

“Cum on my cock, dear Sister, show me how you enjoy my dick inside you,” At Humphrey’s words, you feel the bubble burst on your orgasm, your pussy fluttering around him setting him ablaze. “Fuck, I’m going to fill you so full of my seed, Sister…” He trails off, his hips stuttering as he stills abruptly.

“Yes, Brother, fill me until I’m so full of you,” You can still feel him twitching inside of you when he suddenly pulls out, going to lay between your legs. You think he wishes to watch his seed leak out of you, then you feel his tongue. His tongue dances along your folds, no doubt tasting your combined arousal.

“Cum on my tongue, Sister. I want you to give me all you’ve got,” And those words are enough to elicit from you another orgasm, this time on his lips and tongue instead of his prick. He laps it up like the polite boy he is, pulling your skirts back down over your legs and laying down next to you on the library floor. He reaches an arm over you, closing his eyes for a moment.

You both lay on the floor until you hear knocking at the front door.

“Fuck me, I forgot I was supposed to see Victoria today!” Humphrey harshly whispers, not moving to go answer the door, “Perhaps if I ignore her, she’ll give up?”

“Yeah, she’s definitely the type to give up when she doesn’t get something the first time,” You tease, wriggling out of Humphrey’s hold on you, “Just go and end her suffering and go to dinner or whatever it was.”

“No, I’m happier here with you, Little Sister,” Humphrey gets up from the floor and straightens himself before walking to the front door, coughing and sneezing before he opens the door.

You can hear him putting on the act tenfold but you don’t dare peek around the corner, keeping your mouth covered lest she hears your laugh. You hear the door close and footsteps come back down the hall and stop behind you.

“So what do you say we have an early dinner and I’ll read to you about those old pirates you love so much,” He could always persuade you, that was more than evident as of now.

“That sounds lovely, Big Brother,” You lifted yourself from the floor finally and followed him out of the room and through your home.

A/N: I’ve never written Humphrey before, so yeah. But I’ve seen Stardust probably around twenty to thirty times so I feel like I’m doing good.

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**Screenshot of Prompt:**

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thigh riding - captain syverson

Captain Syverson x Fem!Reader

KINKTOBER DAY 21 - THIGH RIDING

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

TW: thigh riding, use of pet names (bug, darlin’, sweet girl, big daddy), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), daddy kink. If I missed anything please let me know and I’ll update the warnings.

You start inconspicuously at first, just a squirm here and there. Sy thick thighs radiated scorching heat beneath, searing the backs of your thighs through his utility pants. You had really tried, honestly. Sy had manhandled you onto his lap about 20 minutes into the movie, his hands planted firmly on your hips, his thumbs rubbing little circles on your spine as he focused on whatever rom-com you’d chosen for the night. So Julia Roberts flick you’d seen a million times because it always inevitably ended up this way. One of you would tease the other until they broke and it looked as if Sy had taken it on upon himself to take the lead in that category tonight.

Every so often he’d lean forward and press a kiss to your shoulder or your neck after he’d been home late every night and gone early in the morning, you’d barely been touched by him all week. Clearly Sy was taking of this fact, teasing you with touches and jostling his thigh every now and again, the second time he’d done it. He’d conveniently slotted his thigh between your legs. Now all he had to do was flex his thigh and it rubbed against your clit.

You knew he could probably feel the wet spot that was rapidly spreading across the front of your panties. Once again he flexed his thigh and you could no longer contain yourself as a moan spilled from your mouth as he flexed his thigh and bounced it up and down.

A deep rumbly chuckle escaped from Sy as he tightened his grip on your hips. “Took you long enough to break it, didn't it, bug?”

“Daddy,” you whined, bracing yourself on his free thigh.

“What is it, darlin’. Tell Big Daddy what you need.”

You whine again, starting to rock against his thigh. “I need to cum.”

“Oh yeah? You need to come little darlin? How about you make yourself cum right now my thigh? Can you do that for daddy?”

You whine again, rocking yourself faster.

He grips your hips, forcing you to stop. “Darling you need to use your words.”

“Yes! Yes, I can!”

“Good girl,” he purrs into your ear, kissing the sweet spot on your neck.

You can feel him rock hard against your ass as his grip moves from your hips to your tits, cupping them through your shirt as you resume your previous rocking, whimpering as the cotton your panties pulled tight against your folds, providing much needed friction.

“That's it, darlin’, I can feel you making a mess on my thigh,” he murmurs, pinching at your nipples through the fabric of your dress.

“Daddy, I’m close,” you whine softly, humping his thigh.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum for daddy,” he says sternly and even through the haze of lust that has settled itself upon you, you know that its an order.

You cry out as you cum, crumbling forward in Sy’s hands as you tremble with your climax.

Sy pulls you to him and cradles you to his chest, cooing in your ear as he kisses your cheek. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

You nod, turning your head and meeting his eyes.

He tilts your chin gently, capturing your lips in a scruff coated kiss. “Sweet girl, let’s move this to the bedroom and I’ll take good care of you.”

“Yes please,” you whisper, relaxing into his warmth, safe and secure in his arms.

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