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Inside No. 9 + ao3 tags (part 3)

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Viktor smut coming tomorrow evening 🤭

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hi!!!!! first off genuinely thank u so much for all your fics i can’t believe the rate you get them written and published!!!!!!

secondly, do u think you could do something with zach and f!reader for number 12, but maybe he’s the one whose hair is being gripped 😳😈 maybe some submissive/needy zach u know the vibes

thank you!!

Thank you so so much!! 🥹💛 I was so excited to get this request! Ive been itching to write it!🫣💛☺️

12. 'On your knees' while their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you to the floor

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Warnings: smut, oral sex, nsfw, sub/dom, swearing, masturbating

Tag list: @pleione-sketch , @fandomsmeantheworldtome ☺️💛

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Zach's eyes meet mine as I pull from the kiss, their sapphire irises clouded with lust, dark and carnal. He looks wild, mouth parted, tongue flicking out to lick his lips, breatsh coming hard and fast, his hair a mess (more so than usual). He grips my hips tightly, grinding his noticeable bulge into my abdomen, clearly already struggling to hold himself back from throwing me down on the floor and fucking me how he wants. I just smirk, lifting a hand of my own to comb through his hair. He hums, leaning into the touch as he presses me harder against the standing stone.

'You going to behave for me today?' I murmur to him, brushing my lips teasingly over his.

The change in his gaze is almost instant, something curling in his eyes until they're swimming with desperate need. His hips jerk into me, a quiet groan escaping him at the pressure to his clothed cock.

'Yes, (Y/n)...please...' He replies, voice pitching up a little.

'Good boy,' I grip his hair tighter, relishing his whimper, 'On your knees.'

I urge him down, smiling as he immediately complies, letting me guide him to the floor. His hands stay on my body, cupping the backs of my thighs, his face resting at the top of my left leg as he stares up at me. There's a silent plea in his gaze. Keeping a hand in his hair, I undo my trousers, pushing my hand under the waistband until I'm cupping my cunt. The man whines as I begin to play with myself, his hands squeezing my thighs as he watches me sigh in pleasure above him. I make a show of it, rolling my hips into my own touch as I massage my clit. Zach whimpers softly, trying not to buck his pelvis forwards.

Finally, I take pity on him.

'Fuck your fist for me, Zach,' I command him, smirking at the brief flash of glee that brightens his gaze.

Almost instantly, he's tearing his waistband down, yanking his cock from his underwear. The moan that escapes the man at my feet is loud, unrestrained, full of relieved pleasure. His eyes fall closed as his fist begins moving, sliding hard and fast over his exposed, throbbing cock.

'Keep your eyes on me,' I reprimand him, pulling on his hair once more.

Gasping, he does as he's told. I watch as he twists his wrist over his tip, gathering the copious precum that's already spilling from him to lubricate his movements. I can hear the slick sounds rising from the way his hand is sliding over himself, mingling nicely with the soft whimpers and moans pulling from his parted lips. My gut tightens, need searing through me at the sight of him, my cunt clenching around nothing. I growl, pulling my trousers down properly, returning my grip to his hair to pull him closer.

'Give me your mouth, Zach. Make me feel good,' I tell him, leaning back against the stone.

He groans and leans in gladly, his free hand gripping my arse to pull me closer. I see stars as his mouth instantly fastens to my clit, sucking me into the wet warmth. His tongue presses hard against me, dragging over my soaked cunt skillfully as I moan and grind down on his face. His facial hair feels good on my thighs, the pleasant burn of the friction sending energy sparking through me. I can hear his hand moving faster, a low moan vibrating through me as he presses ever closer.

'Oh, fuck, Zach! Just like that-' I gasp, 'Good boy, making me feel so fucking good...'

His eyes burn brighter and he slips his tongue inside me, sliding as deep into me as he possibly can. Instantly, I'm clenching around him, bucking down against his face. Something snaps inside me and I him away, ignoring the protesting yelp from him. I push him backwards.

'Get on your fucking back,' I growl, admiring the way he looks as he gets into position, his legs spread, cock standing proudly between them, 'You're going to fuck me until I cum, and only then are you allowed to finish.'

Zach makes no complaint, only groaning as he pulls me down onto him. As he lines himself up with me, he waits for me to give him permission, throbbing at my entrance.

'Be a good boy and fuck me, Zach.'

He doesn't think twice, slamming into me in one, hard thrust.

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smut prompt list no. 3

1) mirror sex

2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them

3) fully clothed x stark naked

4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)

5) body worshipping 

6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)

7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc) 

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

9) revenge sex

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials 

12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing

13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor

14) library sex for those dark academia vibes

15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar

16) accidental i love you’s during sex 

17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place

18) a/b/o

19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit

20) sleepy domestic sex

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INSIDE NO. 9 | S6E3 "Lip Service"

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DOUBLE INDEMNITY (1944) // INSIDE NO. 9 - S6E3 "Lip Service"

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He looks like he’s experiencing the horrors

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So sorry to send two requests in one day 🙈 but I found the amazing smut +18 prompts on your blog and got inspired hehe

May I request Mr. Warren for number 13?

13. "Smirking into a kiss/against your skin when you whimper at their touch."

Thank you so so much!

Thank you so much for requesting! ☺️💛 I hope you like this!!😁💛

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Warnings: smut, nsfw, fingering, slight choking, biting, dom/sub, virgin!reader, first time

Tag list: @pleione-sketch , @justanothercomedynerd

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'I saw you watching,' The witch hunter's voice reverberates through me as he presses to my back, 'You were not afraid, were you? Not even as I sentenced that witch to its fate.'

I gasp quietly, squeezing my eyes closed at the burning proximity. Roughly, I have to swallow down the anticipation searing my throat as his hands find their way to my body. One lands at my hip, holding me against his lithe frame, the other snaking up over my chest. He creeps his touch tantalisingly close to my clothed breasts, but remains chaste, continuing until his fingers close lightly around my throat.

'Answer me, girl,' Warren commands, pressing his fingertips threateningly into my neck, 'Were you afraid?'

'N-no...'

'No, indeed. You felt something else, didn't you? Something far more...sinful,' He purrs cruelly in my ear, his breath fanning out over my skin.

'Y-yes.'

'And now here you are,' He chuckles, 'Bare as the day you were born, brought to submission by only a few words.'

My face burns and I bite my lip, unable to stop the slight roll of my hips as his words send a crackling need blistering over my skin. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, something almost feral, his grip on my neck moving to my chin, yanking my head around until he's breathing hard against my cheek. I open my eyes, only just able to meet the darkened blue of his as they bore into me.

'You will answer me, or you will face consequences. You have seen that I can be unkind.' His voice is stern, but his lips are quirked up at the corners, something merciless dancing in his stare.

'Y-yes, sir,' I reply shakily.

He makes a noise of approval. For a moment, all is silent, before the hand on my hip slides down my front. I have no chance to react as his fingers delve into my uncovered cunt, claiming and possessive. I whimper loudly as he hooks a finger into me, stretching me around the digit as the heel of his hand grinds hard against my clit. His lips meet the exposed skin of my neck and I feel him smirk against me, chuckling as he mouths at the soft skin. His hot mouth leaves a trail of burning in its wake, his tongue laving languidly over every kiss he plants on me. The sensation has me writhing in his grip, eyes falling closed at the dual feeling of his lips ravaging my neck as his finger begins to thrust into me. I can feel my arousal dripping around him, lubricating his every move.

'My, you really are a sinful little thing. I have barely touched you, and yet your body is already craving a more carnal pleasure,' Warren laughs, plunging another finger into me to drag another moan from me, 'Tell me, girl, have you ever taken a cock before? Has any man plundered your body before I?'

I whimper, arching my back in his grasp at his lewd words. Weakly, I shake my head.

'N-no, sir. Only you.'

Mr Warren makes a sound that can only be described as a growl, tugging me impossibly closer as he fucks his fingers into me. I yelp as he bites down onto my shoulder, his fingers digging into my cheek as he sucks a claim onto me.

'Then you shall know no other. You will never crave another.' His words send shivers through me, something twisting inside me at the thought of him taking me as he pleases.

'Please...please, sir...take me, let me be yours and yours alone...' I pant, opening my eyes and turning my head further in his grasp to implore him.

I barely have time to see his smirk before I'm thrown onto the bed, watching as his clothed form looms over me.

'Oh, I intend to,' The witch hunter promises.

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smut prompt list no. 3

1) mirror sex

2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them

3) fully clothed x stark naked

4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)

5) body worshipping 

6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)

7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc) 

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

9) revenge sex

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials 

12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing

13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor

14) library sex for those dark academia vibes

15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar

16) accidental i love you’s during sex 

17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place

18) a/b/o

19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit

20) sleepy domestic sex

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random inside no. 9 textposts

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Source

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Prompts for this week! 😁 same rules as last time: send me a request with one or more of these and a (or multiple) character(s) and ill write a drabble!

Normal requests are still open, for smut and non-smut! 😁☺️💛

smut prompt list no. 3

1) mirror sex

2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them

3) fully clothed x stark naked

4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)

5) body worshipping 

6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)

7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc) 

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

9) revenge sex

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials 

12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing

13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor

14) library sex for those dark academia vibes

15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar

16) accidental i love you’s during sex 

17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place

18) a/b/o

19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit

20) sleepy domestic sex

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Will You Stay?

Dr Laurence Flynn (TLC) x gn!reader

Warnings: smut, handjob, nsfw, swearing, burnt out Dr Flynn

Synopsis: the reader is a colleague of Flynn's and helps him relax after a long day.

A/n: i felt bad for Flynn :(

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Tag list: @pleione-sketch , @justanothercomedynerd , @fandomsmeantheworldtome ☺️💛

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I knock tentatively on the door, quietly listening for a response. It's silent for a long moment, before a weary voice answers, somewhat muffled but still audible.  

‘What now?’ Dr Flynn calls out, an edge to his voice.

‘It's me, can I come in?’ I reply, placing my hand on the door handle.

There's a soft rustling behind the wood separating us, before he responds.

‘Yeah, go on.’

I check down the corridor behind me, then pull the door open and step inside, closing it firmly. The room is dim, lit only by the small lamp placed on the bedside table, casting a warm glow around the tight space. Flynn is sat on his bed, his shirt unbuttoned and pulled around his shoulders, legs still tucked under the sheets. His blue eyes find mine, ringed with dark circles, skin pale, hair messy and unkempt. His shoulders are hunched, his hands playing at the sheets covering his lower half. 

‘What're you doing here, (Y/n)?’ He asks, voice ragged.

‘I just came to check if you were OK,’ I tell him, offering him a soft smile, ‘I know it hasn't been easy today.’

‘Yeah, tell me about it,’ He huffs, ‘I'm fine. Just tired.’

‘You look it,’ I chuckle softly, cursing internally as I watch his face crease into a grimace, ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.’

‘No, no, it's fine…sorry, I'm exhausted,’ He sighs, leaning back against his headboard.

I give him a sympathetic look, going to sit on the side of his bed. He watches me carefully, suspicion curling in his gaze. Taking a breath, I reach over and place a hand over one of his.

‘I'm sorry about the way they treat you, Flynn. It's not right,’ I start, squeezing his hand gently, ‘They shouldn't do it.’

‘It's alright…not your fault, after all,’ He murmurs, then frowns, ‘Unless you're just winding me up again.’

I shake my head frantically, ‘No! No, I promise you, I'm not! I wouldn't nor have I ever done it!’ 

He looks unconvinced, his gaze flicking to the rest of the room, lingering on the door for a long moment.

‘Flynn, I promise. I'm not winding you up,’ My face heats as I turn my head away a little, ‘I just care about you…’

This time he pulls away.

‘You can drop the act now.’ The young doctor crosses his arms over his chest, scowling and looking away.

‘What act?’ I frown.

‘This,’ He gestures to me, ‘Pretending you give a shit about me. What, is Noble going to burst in with a camera or something? Send the Chaplain in?’ 

My heart throbs at the dejected look on his face, a tightness clutching at my throat at his lack of trust. Feeling bold, I reach out and take his face in my hands, angling him towards me.

‘Look, I'm not trying to trick you. I came here to check on you and make sure you're OK. I'm worried about you, you look shattered, you're the butt of everyone's jokes, unfairly, and you look like you could just use a friendly face.’

My voice drops as his eyes widen.

‘I really do care about you, Flynn.’

Something seems to change in him, his shoulders dropping, his face softening. 

‘Really?’ He sounds small, unsure.

‘Really. Will you let me help you?’ I reassure him, moving my hands to his shoulders. 

He waits a second longer, then nods, dropping his gaze to his lap. Smiling, I lean in and pull him into an awkward hug, rubbing his back carefully. The tension floods from his body and his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to him. His face drops to my shoulder, a sigh escaping him. 

‘Will you stay with me for a bit?’ He asks softly, hesitantly.

‘Of course,’ I reply, giving him a reassuring squeeze. 

He pulls back and lies down, keeping his gaze averted as I shed my white coat and slip under the covers with him. Without a word, I pull his back against my chest, slipping my arms around his small frame. He's warm in my grip, his scent, clean but somewhat sweaty, surrounding me as he pulls the sheets up and over us. I breathe it in, nuzzling closer to him as he shuffles back into me, the both of us subconsciously letting out a relieved exhale. 

Gently, I run my hands over his chest and arms, trying to smooth the knots of tension from his tired muscles. He shivers under my touch, his body loosening minute by minute, turning to putty in my hold. 

‘You have a nice body, Flynn,’ I murmur absentmindedly, enjoying the way his skin comes out in goosebumps as my fingers drag over it.

‘Thanks,’ He mutters back, sounding somewhat bashful.

After a while of soothing him, I notice his breathing starting to get a little heavier, the sound of it catching in his throat unmistakable. I slow my hands, afraid I've made him uncomfortable. My eyes widen as a small whine escapes the man in my arms.

‘Are you ok? I haven't made it weird, have I?’ I ask him cautiously, ready to withdraw if he asks me to.

He's quick to react, grasping my hands in his and clamping them down against him, only to stop and reluctantly let go when he realises what he's done.

‘No, no, you haven't at all! It's really nice, I'm enjoying it a lot…’ He falters as he babbles, his ears going red.

‘Are you sure? You've gone a bit tense again,’ I check, ‘It's fine if you want me to stop…’

‘Please don't!’ He blurts out, cursing softly at his obvious desperation, ‘It's just…’

‘What is it? Can I help?’

Flynn is silent for a long moment, then sighs and speaks again, barely audible.

‘I'm…I'm hard…’ He stammers, burying his face in his cushion, ‘I'm sorry…it's just been a while, I know it's stupid, I'm so sorry…’

I smile, turning my head to press a careful kiss to his neck. He freezes in my grip, then lets out a long, shuddering breath.

‘It's alright, Flynn. Really. I'm quite flattered, honestly, ‘ I admit, shyly stroking his abdomen, ‘Can I…help you with it?’

He hesitates, but nods, body tense as if he's still waiting for me to pull some horrible trick on him. I smooth another kiss to his neck, then run a hand down his front. I let my fingers trail over his pelvis, enjoying the soft inhale it pulls from him before I carefully grip him through his briefs. This time, he gasps and bucks a little into my touch, his bulge hot and hard under my palm, throbbing as I begin massaging him. Leaning forwards, I kiss his shoulder, moving my hand quickly to push under his waistband and take him in my grasp. Awkwardly, he helps me pull his briefs down enough to pull him from their constraints, his length twitching from all the contact. 

Slowly, I drag my palm down to his tip, tearing a rough moan from deep in his chest. He rolls his hips into me, thrusting into the circle of my fingers needily. 

‘It's ok, Flynn, I've got you,’ I hum into his shoulder, my thumb swiping over his frenulum.

It makes him gasp and press forwards again, noticeably pulsing under the pressure.

‘I-it's Laurence,’ He pants, ‘My name. It's Laurence.’

I smile against him and kiss his skin once more, moving my hand in a regular rhythm over his aching cock.

‘Just relax, Laurence. Let me take care of you.’

He whimpers and nods, letting himself go boneless in my arms as I stroke him. Precum has started beading on the tip, allowing me to slick my movements and use a faster pace. The young doctor moans, tipping his head back against me, sighing as I gently trail kisses up towards his jaw and back down again. My tongue flicks out to test the waters, drawing a line along his pulse as he hisses an expletive, the sensation clearly sending shockwaves of pleasure directly to the throbbing cock in my fist. 

He shifts in my arms, pressing a hand to my wrist to stop me after a little while. I remove my grip immediately, afraid I've done something wrong until he turns to face me, scooping me up in his arms and crashing his lips against mine. The kiss is soft, passionate, as if releasing weeks and weeks of tension into me. Letting out a moan of my own, I close my eyes and kiss back, returning my hand to his cock as he pulls me into him. At the feeling of my hand reappearing on his weeping cock, Laurence whimpers, opening his mouth enough for me to slip my tongue past his parted lips. Slowly, wetly, we kiss for what feels like hours, our lips moving in perfect sync as I pleasure him. 

Heat curls in my own gut, but I try to ignore it, focusing instead on the twitching cock in my hand. Laurence is a writhing mess in my arms, hips rolling and bucking against me, cock dripping precum over my fist, mouth meshed sloppily against mine, moaning unabashedly into my lips. I pull him closer, swallowing his needy sounds until I need to come up for air, parting for a mere second before he's mewling and dragging me back in. Needily, he kisses me and ruts into my fist, his hands clutching at the back of my uniform.

Without any warning, he suddenly breaks away, spasming in my arms. His cock jumps, his voice breaking as he cums all over my hand, fucking up against my grip desperately as he spills ropes of his load onto me. My name drips from his lips along with various expletives and words of gratitude. I stroke him gently until he's ridden his orgasm out, his moans fading to whines of oversensitivity. 

Pulling back, I wipe my hand on a towel he has lying on the floor by his bed, carefully cleaning him up with it as I do so. He pants bonelessly on the bed, watching me with trepidation etched into the lines of his face. It's only as I reposition myself in his arms, holding him close to me, that he relaxes again. He drops his head to my chest and nuzzles closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

‘Thank you,’ He murmurs after a little while.

‘You don't have to thank me, Laurence,’ I tell him softly, rubbing soothing patterns onto his back.

‘Will you stay?’ He asks, sounding small.

I smile and press a kiss to his forehead.

‘I'm not going anywhere.’

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Intimacy goes beyond kisses, cuddles, and sex. It's when you're feeling low, and your partner gently comforts you, listens to you, and helps you unpack your insecurities through deep conversations. It's about calling to check in, making sure they've eaten or taken their medicine.

it's more than sex.

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