#elle's dirty drabble prompts

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Birthday Bingo Madness

Prompt related details: Family is designed to be vague to fit whatever you feel you want to write where Family Values is more fixed on who teaches their family things or people who taught your chosen character something. The Loose Rules: Submissions can be anything written for example : a ficlet, headcanons, drabbles, one shot, whatever you want.   Fics can be a ship, a reader insert, an OC, basically whatever you want. Any/all fandoms we share welcomed, but here’s some ideas; - FBI - CSI (All variants) - Law & Order (All variants) - Criminal Minds - Star Trek - Star Wars - Blue Bloods - NCIS - Dracula 2000 The     Firm Rules:         You must tag me @baubeautyandthegeek and use the hashtag #flickbirthdaybingo35     on each creation  Bingo      always open.  Please   only one square per creation on each     board.  No     underage characters/readers/oc's in sexual or romantic situations please.  Anything     that gets to over 1000 words should be under a read more.  Please     use appropriate tags and trigger warnings  Ensure     trigger tags are also shown at the top of fics         Please do ask if you have any other questions

Prompts under the cut if you can’t see the boards:

My Current Top 35 Characters: 1. Elle Greenaway 2. Emily Prentiss 3. Erin Strauss 4. JJ Jareau 5. Penelope Garcia 6. Alex Blake 7. Kate Callahan 8. Tara Lewis 9. Ashley Seaver 10. Kate Joyner 11. Katie Cole 12. Clara Seger 13. Abi Borin 14. Holly Snow 15. Hollis Mann 16. Jenny Shepard 17. Kate Todd 18. Abby Scuito 19. Kasie Hines 20. Sarah Porter 21. Alex Cabot 22. Casey Novak 23. Melinda Warner 24. Kim Greylek 25. Dani Beck 26. Connie Rubirosa 27. Serena Southerlyn 28. Alex Eames 29. Serena Stevens 30. Zoe Callas 31. Megan Wheeler 32. Jackie Curatola 33. Erin Reagan 34. Isobel Castille 35. Marisol Delko 35 Smut Prompts: 1. Daddy Kink 2. Mommy Kink 3. Spanking 4. Breathplay 5. Lingerie 6. Choking 7. Consensual Somnophilia 8. Biting 9. Marking 10. Collaring 11. Scratching 12. Vibrators 13. Strap-Ons 14. Tied Down 15. Cuffed Down 16. Mild Flogging 17. Begging 18. Body Worship 19. Dirty Talk 20. Praise Kink 21. First Time Together 22. Virginity 23. Light Whipping 24. BDSM 25. Dom/Sub Dynamics 26. Alpha/Omega Dynamics 27. Fingering 28. Oral 29. Professor/Student Kink 30. Uniforms 31. Suit Kink 32. Blindfolds 33. Temperature Play 34. Delayed Orgasm 35. Multiple Orgasms 35 Random Prompts: 1. Vampire AU 2. Werewolf AU 3. Hurt/Comfort 4. Losing A Child 5. Losing A Loved One 6. First Kiss 7. Workplace Romance 8. Soulmate AU 9. College/School AU 10. Model/Photographer AU 11. “I miss you” 12. “I thought I’d lost you” 13. “Please come home.” 14. “Marry me?”

15. Gunshot Wounds

16. “Why are you bleeding?”

17. “Kiss me!”

18.  Secret Romance AU

19. Celebrity AU

20. First Fight

21. “Bring the fucking fight box… I’m not losing you over this.”

22. Polyamory

23. Poison

24. Crying

25. Movie Night

26. Family Values

27. Family

28. Birthday Party

29. “Birthday Girl”

30. Wedding

31. “My wife…. Still not over that.”

32.  Honeymoon

33.  Sickfic

34.  Accidental Baby/Pet Aquisition

35. “What did I tell you about breaking the law???” “I didn’t…”

[plumfondler]

18, 57, and 59 with Henry, please and thank you.

I....got a bit carried away with this one.

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18. Are you going commando right now?

57. Why does it have to be a sex thing?!

59.I’ve been told I give great back rubs.

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“Oh my god, being on my feet all day was so rough,” you groaned, falling onto your bed face-first.

“I would’ve preferred that to sitting in the makeup chair for most of the day,” Henry grumbled, falling onto his back next to you.

You turned your head to look at your best friend, “is your back throbbing?”

“No, because I haven’t got these massive tits weighing me down when I stand,” Henry replied, staring at the ceiling, holding his hands in front of his chest to mime large breasts.

You smacked his arm and turned your face back into your pillow, “you really do, though.”

“I do not have massive tits!” he gasped, feigning offence.

“You do, but they’re sexy, solid, and fuzzy, so they’re the good kind,” you said without thinking.

Henry laughed, thankfully ignoring your sexy comment, though he would probably bring it up later.

“Do you want a back rub?” he asked, “I’ve been told I give great back rubs.”

“You mean sex?” you asked.

“Why does it have to be a sex thing!?”

“Because everyone knows that back rubs lead to sex!” you said.

“Oh really! And how many back rubs have you had that have led to sex?”

“...none…” you mumbled.

“See?”

“Well, what about you?” you asked.

Henry was silent for a few beats, “alright fair.”

“HOW MANY, HENRY.”

“At least seven.”

“You absolute fuck machine.”

“Look, I can’t help it if having my hands on a naked, oily woman gets me a bit horny,” Henry shrugged.

“So your intentions were pure, with those seven or more?” you turned your head to him again.

“Oh good lord, no, sex was a sure thing, that was foreplay.”

“Right, right, and how many women have you given back rubs and not fucked?”

“I want to say… none,” Henry said, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

You shoved your face back into your pillow, “my god, Henry.”

“Do you want a backrub or not?”

“Will there be sex afterwards?” you asked, not sure of the answer you wanted.

“Do you… want there to be?” 

That was not the answer you were expecting. There was something in his voice that you couldn’t place; a tone he had never used with you before. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you were unusually aroused from having done nothing but talk to the good-smelling slab of pure beefcake laying inches away from you. Of course you were attracted to Henry, but you were both dating people when you met two years prior, so you fell into a very easy friendship. Now that you were both single, you didn’t know what to do, so you just treated him as you always did.

Henry cleared his throat, “I, uh… can… go?”

“Not without rubbing my back you won’t,” you said, successfully dodging his question.

“Understood,” Henry nodded, sitting up and going to your bathroom.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, suddenly not sure how your evening was going to turn out. Did you want to risk losing your friend over a rub down and a fuck? Though you’d never forgive yourself if you didn’t take this chance; it might be your only one.

Henry came out of the bathroom and gave a dramatic sigh, “why are you still clothed! Come on, I’m a professional, I have all these oils I just stole from your bathroom.”

“Fine, fine,” you grumbled, tugging your shirt off over your head.

You rolled over and sat up, throwing your shirt at Henry’s head.

“God, you really do have massive tits,” he sighed adoringly.

“Turn around,” you said, moving to unhook your bra.

Henry pouted but complied.

You undressed completely, because, fuck it, and slid under the sheet of your bed after throwing the duvet on the floor. You folded the sheet over just above your ass and laid on your stomach.

“Alright, time to impress me. No pressure. Well, yes, pressure. Please use lots of pressure. I am in considerable pain.”

Henry chuckled and put the oil bottles on your nightstand, selecting your favorite after a moment of consideration.

“How would you like me to…”

“Just climb on, Henry.”

“Fair enough,” he nodded, kneeling on your bed and straddling your ass.

You heard the sound of the oil opening, then his hands rubbing together to warm it up.

Henry settled some of his weight on you and you tensed slightly as he put his warm hands on your sides and slid them up to your shoulders. You remained tense as you felt the weight of his cock against the small of your back. Goosebumps covered your arms and you took a deep breath, trying to think of how to diffuse the situation. 

“Are you going commando right now?” you asked for some reason, your heart pounding as he leaned over and squeezed your shoulders, rubbing circles with his thumbs.

“Why would you ask such a question!”

“Because I can feel your penis, Henry, why else would I ask that question,”  you said, lifting your head.

“How!? It’s not like I’m sporting wood or anything!”

“Then I guess you just have a fat dick, Henry, I can feel it on my lower back.”

Henry was silent for a moment, presumably looking down, “Oh god... I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s nice,” you said, settling your head back on your folded arms.

“I… okay then,” Henry said, resuming your massage.

Henry really did have magic hands, they were big and covered so much area, you couldn’t help but feel like you were melting. After a few minutes Henry hit a particular knot and you moaned- loud.

Henry cleared his throat, “so, keep going?” he laughed.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up.

“Why are you apologizing! How else would I know if I’m doing it right?”

You snorted a laugh.

“Yes, yes, I get it, sex phrase,” he sighed.

He went over the spot again and you gasped and moaned, “fuck, keep doing that,” you almost whined.

“You couldn’t pay me to stop,” he said quietly, pressing a bit harder into the knot, his legs squeezing your sides slightly.

Henry successfully loosened the knot and you groaned, almost disappointed. 

“Where else can I focus my efforts?” he asked, rubbing his hands up and down your back gently.

“God, wherever you want,” you moaned softly.

“Is that so?” his voice dropped almost an octave and your entire body was buzzing. 

Henry’s fingertips grazed the sides of your breasts, but then immediately went back to the middle of your back. You whined and threw caution to the wind, your head clouded with lust; you arched your back and stuck your ass up. Henry sucked in a breath and lost his balance, falling over you- his hands supporting his weight on either side of your head.

He was most definitely sporting wood now- you felt it pressed into your ass and you moaned again, desperate to feel it without the layers of fabric between you.

“Fuck,” Henry whispered, “I-I’m sorry…”

You felt a sudden wave of horror that you were reading things completely wrong. You tensed and were preparing to apologize profusely when you felt Henry grinding into your ass.

“Why are you sorry,” you replied hoarsely.

“Because I didn’t think I would get this fucking horny, I’m usually so good at hiding my feelings around you.”

Your heart leapt and you pushed yourself up faster than you could think. Henry bucked up off you and fell over to the other side of the bed with a surprised “oof”.

His face was still one of shock and confusion as you yanked the sheet off of yourself and straddled him, his hands instinctively going to your hips. Henry's eyes widened as he realized you were naked on top of him, his hands sliding up your back as you leaned over and kissed him.

You both moaned as your lips met, tongues immediately tasting, searching, swirling. Henry’s hands slid up and down your back, then squeezing your ass and pushing you against his hard cock that was trapped between your bodies.

You cried out and rocked your hips, not caring that you were likely soaking his shorts as you put all of your weight into your movements.

You pulled away from his lips briefly to tug his shirt off over his head, your hands running over his chest. You whimpered as you felt the soft hair and muscle under your fingers; you already knew he was going to ruin you for any other man.

You knelt up and reached down to push his shorts off, unsuccessfully. Thankfully Henry knew what you were getting at and lifted his hips, pushing the gym shorts down swiftly. 

A record scratch played in your head and you almost fell off of him when you saw his cock. You froze, staring at the long, thick gorgeous thing just resting against his firm stomach, suddenly unsure of what to do next.

“Did you… change your mind?” he asked softly.

“What??” your head snapped up to look at Henry whose eyebrows were furrowed together.

“Oh my god no! I’m sorry! My brain just short circuited because I was like, my god he really does have a fat cock and I just couldn’t move on from there.”

Henry threw his head back and laughed, reaching up to take you in his arms. He kissed you tenderly and you melted into his embrace, running your hands through his thick hair. Henry sighed and rolled you onto your back, hovering over you. You reached up and held his face and you smiled at each other, every doubt and worry you had melted away as he gazed into your eyes.

He leaned down slowly and kissed you, the excitement and arousal quickly returning as he held your body close and started exploring you with his hands. His thumbs ran over your nipples and you moaned, your hips instinctively bucking towards him.

You kissed for what felt like ages, just rubbing and grinding, gasping and groping, but it wasn't going where you'd hoped.

You pulled away, panting, "Henry, if you don't put your fat dick in me right now I'm going to cry."

Without another word, Henry spread your legs with his knees and pushed his cock into you.

You let out a guttural cry, pounding your fists into the mattress as he filled you.

"Oh fuck!" Henry threw his head back and tensed as he let you get accustomed to one another.

You were dripping for him, but he was still a lot to take at once.

"Oh my fucking god," you wailed, arching your back and tugging your nipples as Henry squeezed your hips with his big hands.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I should have…"

"No, stop," you interrupted, "don't be sorry, that's exactly what I wanted, I just… oh my god I'm so fucking overwhelmed right now give me a minute," you breathed, suddenly feeling tears sting your eyes.

You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath as you felt Henry's hands gently stroke your arms and sides and face. His warm palm cupped your cheek and you opened your eyes.

"Love, are you certain you're okay?" He asked gently.

"Yes, Henry, I'm sorry if I worried you," you smiled, taking his hand and kissing his palm. 

"What's going on in that head of yours?" He asked, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

"Really? Right now?" You smiled, your face flushing slightly.

"Of course. Now more than ever."

Your stomach fluttered.

"Just the sensation of you being inside me after dreaming about it for so, so long, and the emotional part of it hit me all at the same time," you said, studying his face. 

He nodded and stroked your cheek, "I know how you feel."

"You do?" Your whisper was barely audible, but Henry nodded.

Henry dropped his head to kiss you softly and you sighed, feeling everything in his kiss. He rocked his hips gently and you gasped and moaned, meeting his movements instantly. 

Henry groaned and started slow, deep thrusts; your head was spinning from the start, and you reached up to hold onto him tight.

You kissed again and his thrusts sped up, your breathing ragged, your grunts and cries becoming more frequent.

Suddenly, Henry pulled out of you and you let out a cry as he pushed himself down your body.

"Henry! What! Are you doing!"

"I need to taste you," he said, kissing down your stomach.

"Now?" You said, looking down at him.

He nodded, "besides, you've said you can't come from just dick anyway."

If you didn't know you loved this man yet, you most definitely did now.

Henry's tongue licked up your slit and you arched your back with gasp. He spread you open and immediately went for your clit, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around slowly. You cried out and grabbed his head as he worked you up quickly- his obscene slurping and moans pushing you closer to the edge.

"Henry!" You couldn't get anything else out as your climax took over, your thighs clamped down on Henry's head and you wailed your release, your body shuddering as the hot wave washed over you.

You collapsed and Henry nuzzled his face into you, gently kissing your tender lips and oversensitive clit before pulling himself back up your body.

"Oh my god," you whispered.

Henry beamed and kissed your neck, the sensation of his wet beard making your stomach jump.

"God I think I'm still coming," you exhaled, your body shuddering as Henry's hands roamed your body to soothe you.

"Just let me know when you're ready agai-"

"Oh now, right now, back inside me, now," you said, wrapping a hand around his thick cock and giving him a firm stroke.

Henry moaned and knelt between your legs, watching your hand as you explored him. Your fingers gently stroked down his shaft, tracing every ridge and vein; when you reached his head you squeezed and massaged over his foreskin before sliding it back and tracing his swollen, velvety flesh with your fingertips. Henry exhaled shakily and moaned as he watched your fingers.

"Now? Or are you not quite finished having your fun?" Henry grinned as you circled his tip with your thumb- he groaned.

"Sorry, now," you said, releasing him, "but I do want to continue that another time."

"I am at your beck and call, my love," he said, kneeling up and positioning himself to enter you again.

You reached for his hands and weaved your fingers together as he pushed into you once more. You could have wept from the relief of being so completely full again.

"Henry," you breathed, "god I love how you feel inside me."

Henry nodded and reached for your cheek as he withdrew his hips slowly, and pushed back into you at the same speed. You both moaned as he started a steady pace and soon fell into a rhythm as you clung to each other, sweaty and panting.

"Can I cum inside you?" Henry breathed, his lips grazing your ear.

You cried out and felt yourself tighten around him at the thought, "yes! Oh god, please," you begged.

Henry moaned and wrapped his arms around you tight, his thrusts powerful but steady. His fingers were in your hair as he held your head, looking in your eyes. You tilted your hips up and gasped as he started grinding into you with every thrust.

"Fuck, oh fuck, oh my god Henry, you're… oh keep doing that!"

Henry nodded and continued his movements, the combination of his pubic bone and soft hair rubbing against your clit absolutely perfectly.

"Oh! Oh god! Faster! Please!" You felt the tingling of your release on the horizon and Henry helped you chase it. He moved faster and grunted, his jaw clenching and his knees firmly planted in the mattress as he fucked you into it.

"Come for me," he whispered in your ear, his voice and breath sending a chill down your spine.

With a choked cry, your back arched off the bed and your nails dug into the muscle of Henry's back as your orgasm washed over you. You felt your cunt throbbing around his cock and Henry groaned.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," he gasped, the warning barely leaving his lips before he cried out, his hips jerking and cock swelling inside of you as he filled you with long, thick streams. You immediately felt him leaking from you as his cock pulsed with each burst of his release, and you clung to him and gasped at the sensation. 

Henry went limp on top of you, his entire body shuddering as his hips jerked with a few aftershocks. He whimpered as your hands ran up and down his back, your face nuzzled into his neck.

"Oh my god I almost just blacked out,” he said into your neck. 

You laughed and he gasped, his thick, soft cock slipping from your tight grasp. 

"Ooh," you exhaled softly, feeling the slow leak of his warm seed.

Henry rolled to your side and wrapped his arms around you, you were both trembling. 

"My god," you both said together, sending you both into a fit of giggles.

As you both came down, you stroked his sweat dampened curls and sighed, "You're right, you do give great back rubs."

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5.5k Celebration Prompt List

[tragicxensemble]

Hello everyone! Welcome to kinkmas 2021!! I finally decided to challenge myself with some writing prompts such as these for Christmas-themed ones this year! This is a collab with @spexialvixtimxunit you should check out their works! (I changed up my list just a little bit compared to @spexialvixtimxunit’s list.) This kinkmas is featured with the Criminal Minds crew! :D  (THESE ARE SHORT DRABBLES)

(Featured characters)

- Emily Prentiss

- Jennifer Jareau

- Elle Greenaway

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Day 1: Mirror Kink I Praise Kink - E.P

Day 2: Angry Sex | Wall/Window Sex - E.G

Day 3: Formal Wear | Semi-Public - J.J

Day 4: Getting Caught I Fingering - E.P

Day 5: Spanking | Oral Fixation - E.P

Day 6: Threesome I Dirty Talk - J.J + E.P

Day 7: Nipple Play | Exhibitionism - E.P

Day 8: Video/Pictures | Mommy Kink - E.P

Day 9: Lap Dances | Ass Worship - E.G

Day 10: Sensory Deprivation | Edging - J.J

Day 11: Collaring l Lingerie - E.G

Day 12: Pregnancy I Breast Worship - J.J

Day 13: Face Riding | Food Play - E.P

Day 14: Lip Teasing I Public Sex - J.J

Day 15: Bondage I Begging - E.G

Day 16 Orgasm Control + Toys | Public - E.G

Day 17: Thigh Riding | Public - E.P

Day 18: Aftercare | Mommy Kink - J.J

Day 19: Humiliation + Degradation | Office Party - E.P

Day 20: Loud Sex | Taming - E.G

Day 21: Breath Play | Thigh riding - J.J

Day 22: Plane Sex | Biting - J.J

Day 23: Drunk Sex | Riding - E.P

Day 24: Car Sex | Tribadism - E.P

Day 25: Slow Sex | Marking | Praise Kink - E.G

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[chaossmagic]

Drabble prompt: “you make me want things I can’t have.”

teenage runaways au

this is kind of a random mid-story thing and a sample of what is a fully-forming idea in my head of a multi-chapter fic. warnings for homophobia and homophobic/parental violence/child abuse.

When Aaron rounded the corner of the park, bag hitched up onto one shoulder and eyes firmly on the ground, he saw the familiar old and worn blue-grey beanie before anything else - and his chest clenched, like his breath wouldn’t come out of his throat the right way.

A lone figure on a bench, their bench, a tuft of blond hair sticking out from that stupid old hat, a ratty black school bag next to him. He remembered that bag, remembered the way the boy on the bench had clutched it to his chest fearfully the first time Aaron had ever met him, hands shaking around the straps, tear tracks staining his cheeks and fresh blood pouring down his chin from a nose that had recently been smashed in. 

Robert.

Robert.

And suddenly Aaron was marching across the grass, his stride purposeful and angry, ignoring the passers-by who gave him dirty looks as he shoved past them without seeing them. Just another surly teenager with a grudge against the world. That’s all they saw. He preferred it that way.

On reaching the bench, he dumped his bag on the ground, nostrils flaring as an anger he didn’t know he possessed tore from his throat and he barked, “Oi! Where the ‘ell d’you think you disappeared off to? Thought you’d gone and ended up in a ditch somewhere, didn’t I?”

When he got no response, he shoved Robert’s shoulder harder than was necessary, still shouting. “Tell me where you been, Robert!” And then, much quieter, “I was worried off my ‘ead about you!”

And that was it, wasn’t it? He was angry because he’d upped and left without a word, sacked off with his sleeping bag one night without saying goodbye. He’d been gone for two weeks and - Aaron had worried. Aaron had missed him.

That’s when Robert finally raised his head to look at him - and Aaron swore under his breath, because on Robert’s face was a fresh bruise, bright purple-black and shining, covering his left eye and cheekbone. His lip was split and bleeding. He was so pale, the freckles that starred his cheeks and the bridge of his nose stood out like spots of blood on white paint. 

“I’m sorry,” Robert croaked, wincing around his split lip. “I thought - I tried to be more like I’m supposed to be. Brave. Proud, I s’pose. Didn’t work.”

“Shit, Rob,” Aaron said, falling to his knees on the grass, his fingers itching to wipe away the tears he could see were clinging to Robert’s eyelashes. Long eyelashes they were, like a girl’s. He remembered teasing Robert about them the first time they’d shared the same sleeping spot, close enough that he could feel his breath on his face. “What did ya do, muppet?”

“Went back, didn’t I?” Robert grunted. “Tried to stick up for meself. Show my dad that he…that I….that he couldn’t push me around just because I’m -”

“Different,” Aaron finished for him. Robert nodded, and the penny dropped. “Well, bloody hell.”

“He gave me this,” Robert pointed to his blackened eye, “‘cause I tried to tell ‘im that there was nothin’ to be ashamed of. Me, being, y’know,” he took a shaky breath, “liking blokes and girls both. Said I was off my head, clearly deluded, and - that I was no son of his.”

“Fuck him,” Aaron hissed through his teeth. “Fuck him, Robert, just - fuck!” He stood up, brushing the grass from his knees, kicked his bag over just for something to do instead of - well, the desire to wring Jack Sugden’s neck. It wasn’t far off the hatred he felt for his own father, and that was saying something. “Why did ya do it, Robert? Why did ya go back there, after everything?” 

“I told ya,” Robert replied. “I wanted to stand up to him.”

“Well, that didn’t work out, did it?” Aaron snapped. He clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides. “God, you’re - you’re so stupid, Robert! After everythin’ I told ya, you just - go and do the exact opposite of what we decided!”

“I did it because of you!” Robert shouted back, standing up his full height. “Don’t ya get it? I did it for you. Because you’re - you’re so much braver than I am. You don’t care what people think, ya just - do things. You told me not to be ashamed so I wasn’t ashamed. You told me to be brave, so I was brave. Everything I’ve done since I met you has been for you.”

“What the hell are ya even talkin’ about? I didn’t mean to go back to your old house and get yourself beaten up again, you-”

“Don’t you see?” Robert begged, interrupting him, and Aaron saw tears shining in his eyes, turning them a brilliant blue, searing straight into his heart like daggers. “I did it all for you. It’s you, Aaron,” he said, choking on a hoarse whisper, “You make me want things I can’t have.”

“Like what?” Aaron dared him. Part of him knew what the answer would be, but he was absolutely terrified of hearing it.

“You know what,” Robert said quietly, so quietly that Aaron would have missed his words entirely if he hadn’t seen his lips move. and in seconds he was stepping up to Aaron, ducking his head, and pressing his lips to his in a soft, gentle, chaste kiss that tasted like blood and salt and everything Aaron had ever feared but still desired, deep in his heart, as if he wasn’t shit scared most of the time and running, always running, from his terrible past and worst secret.

He’d feared it because of what his….dad, had done to him.

He’d feared it because his mum didn’t want him.

He’d feared it because Robert was the reason he got angry, lashed out, did stupid impulsive stuff like try to nick a full bottle of whiskey off an alkie vagrant passed out in the doorway of a newsagents’. Because Robert was there. Because he wanted to impress him. 

Because even after everything, he still had felt sick with fear when he’d left that night and hadn’t come back for two sodding weeks.

“You know” Robert said, his throat tight, once he’d pulled back from him,“don’t you? You’ve felt it?”

Aaron swallowed, nodded, once, twice, three times. His head was spinning and his lips were burning, like they were on fire. “My dad,” he started, stumbling over his words, “my dad, he-”

“This has nothing to do with your dad,” Robert replied firmly, his blue eyes flashing steel-coloured with sudden anger. “Or mine. Us, what we are, has nothin’ to do with them, alright? This is different.” 

“I don’t know how,” Aaron protested, shaking his head. “I don’t know how to - feel normal about it. You. This, this - thing.”

“You don’t have to,” Robert said. “You’ve got me.”

Robert offered Aaron his hand, and he took it out of blinding courage, grasping onto him with as much bravery as he could manage. His palm was warm and soft, and not at all like he’d imagined.

“Robert?”

He blinked, curious. “What?”

“Could ya kiss me again?” Aaron asked. 

“Of course,” was the whispered reply. “It’s us against the world from now on.”

This time, he didn’t taste blood. Instead, Robert’s kiss tasted like a promise. It tasted like hope.

[taketaemtoyourleader]

elle’s kinktober prompts

so i kinda wanna try to do kinktober this time around but a lot of the lists have me Squicked for various reasons (some of them for personal its-not-my-kink-but-u-do-u reasons and others for im-definitely-kinkshaming-this reasons)

so i made my own list lol! and i thought i’d publish it in case anyone else is looking for inspo and wants to do kinktober with me. (fan artists, feel free to use this list too!) where there are multiple items listed for a day, they’re either related kinks or sex acts, or suggested substitutes. also not everything on this list is necessarily a kink, but i hope it will help fuel your imagination regardless.

this isnt a challenge with any hard rules so feel free to use or not use part or all of this list, or to use it in any order u see fit. drop the kinks u dont like, add stuff u prefer. (this isnt an exhaustive list.) also, drabbles and sketches are welcome!

i will be reblogging shinee kinktober content, starting October 1st. ill be checking the tag “shinee kinktober” so tag your fics and art with that if u want me to see it. you can also DM me if you’re worried i missed it. i reserve the right to not reblog something, since it’s my blog, but in most cases i’ll be interested in reading and reblogging.

ill tag my fics and my reblogs with #nsfw, and any pairings/ot+s, and kinks. ill also add content warnings to the top of my own fics.

1. Spanking / flogging / impact 2. Dirty talk / body worship 3. Watersports 4. Public sex / glory hole 5. Biting 6. Begging / orgasm denial 7. Bondage / lingerie 8. Size difference / size kink 9. Creampie / felching 10. Deepthroating / facesitting 11. Breathplay / bloodplay / waxplay 12. Cumming untouched / multiple orgasms 13. Tentacles / aliens 14. Rimming / cunnilingus 15. Tit fucking / thigh fucking 16. Sensory deprivation 17. Pegging / sounding 18. Dom/sub / caregiver/little 19. Nipple play / breastfeeding 20. Petplay 21. Threesome / bukkake 22. Double penetration 23. Fisting / muffing 24. Exhibitionism / voyeurism 25. Crying (because its too good) / overstimulation 26. Toys 27. Humiliation / praise 28. Latex / mesh / bodysuit 29. Suspension / fucking machine 30. Roleplay 31. Paranormal/magical/fantasy sexy times (bc its Halloween)

please reblog to make other writers and artists aware!

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[plumfondler]

I’ve just discovered your blog (like literally right now) and I’d love to request a fic (before I delve into your already published works) I’m looking at Henry with prompt 42?

Warning: sex and weed

42. I don't think you're as innocent as everyone else thinks you are.

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"No thank you!" You turned down your third drink of the evening, the set designer walking away dejected.

"You know, it's rather annoying that people can't take no for an answer."

You turned to see Henry leaning against the bar next to you. 

You shrugged, "some people think they're special- that they're the one that can get me to drink."

"It's so disrespectful though," he frowned.

"Yep! But that's life as a woman, so I'm desensitized."

"That is so upsetting," Henry frowned.

"Yeah, but what can you do? I mean, I like women and all, but sometimes you just need a man, you know?"

Henry threw his head back and laughed, "you know, I don't think you're as innocent as everyone else thinks you are," Henry grinned. 

"You're probably right, especially when it comes to vices."

"Well you don't drink, you never swear, you've not dated anyone on set," Henry started to list things on his fingers.

"I don't like how being drunk feels, I'd much prefer to smoke a bowl. I don't swear around people I don't know because I don't want to offend people, and I've not dated anyone on set because no one worth saying yes to has shown any interest in me," you responded with a shrug.

"I knew it! Come on, let's get out of here and you can smoke me out. I've been wanting to for ages."

You raised an eyebrow at him, "well who would've thunk, Superman is a stoner."

"Not really, I just need to unwind every now and then, and I would love to get high with you."

"Well I guess we're about to blow everyone's minds by leaving together," you smirked.

"Wanna hold hands and get people talking?" He smirked.

"Nah, but a piggy back ride would be fun."

Henry spun around and crouched down without a word and you snorted a laugh.

"You are sorely mistaken if you think I'm joking," he said over his shoulder.

You shrugged and climbed onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck; he smelled delicious. Henry stood and grabbed your thighs, bouncing you up slightly to get you positioned. You squeaked and tightened your arms around him and he chuckled. 

"Here we go," he said, his voice vibrating through your entire body, giving you chills.

Once you got outside the bar, you tapped his shoulder and he let you down. 

"As fun as that was, we should probably take a car, it's a bit far to ride you all the way to my place."

You froze and pressed your lips together and Henry let out a booming laugh. 

"Let's wait until we get there for that, we'd attract way too much attention," Henry grinned.

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"Alright it might not be fair, but I'm going to go change, these jeans are cutting off my circulation," you said, dropping your bag next to the door.

Henry pouted.

"I can see if I have anything left from my large days, so you can join my pj party?" You offered.

"No I was pouting because I like your tight pants."

"Well you might like my pajamas better, who knows," you winked, "come on, let me see what I can dig up for you."

You tossed a pair of grey jersey knit pajama pants and a men's tank top at Henry.

"Here, these will probably fit you, if you want."

Henry looked at them and raised an eyebrow.

"I lost about half a person recently, haven't gotten rid of any old clothes yet. I liked men's clothing because they were more comfortable," you shrugged.

Henry came out of the bathroom and you sucked in a breath; you were not prepared for that, and you were certainly glad you were sitting down.

You didn't try to hide it, your eyes traveled up and down Henry slowly, taking him in: the black tank top fit him snugly, his broad shoulders and arms on display, and the loose pajama pants hung perfectly on him. You saw him toss his clothes in the corner and to you swore you saw a Calvin Klein band; your body flushed as he walked towards you and it was obvious your mind hadn't played a trick on you. You shamelessly watched the thick bulge in his pants move freely as he approached you. You stood and finally looked at his face, he was smirking. 

"Thanks. I'm much more comfortable now that we match," he said, not addressing the fact that you were staring at his dick for a full minute. 

You shook your head and motioned for him to sit while you readied your pipe. Henry lounged on the tall bean bag, angling it so he was partially reclined. 

"Wow this is incredible, what is this?" He asked, looking at his seat.

"It's called a Yogibo, I got it at PAX," you said, packing your bowl.

"Oh my god you go to PAX!" Henry's face lit up.

You nodded, smiling at his excitement.

"I attended every year, then I started working for a production company that also worked on games, so I eventually started going as an exhibitor. It was a dream."

"That is so exciting. I've always wanted to go, but…"

"You'd be surprised how many people wouldn't care that you were there, honestly," you shrugged, sitting in the bean bag next to him, "if you dressed like a nerd, or even cosplayed if you really wanted to blend in, you could wander mostly un-bothered."

"Cosplay, eh?"

"I could help make you actual Witcher armor, I have friends in high places," you said, playing with your lighter.

Henry was bouncing in his seat, "oh! OH! The Viper set, oh I want the Viper armor so badly."

"We'll make it happen," you grinned.

"Well then you'll need to be Yen," he said, gesturing as if it were obvious.

You raised an eyebrow.

"I mean you'd look silly walking around with me in normal clothes! Unless you'd rather be Triss?"

"No, no, I'm Yennefer," you grinned, "I'm just surprised you'd want to go with me."

"You're the coolest person I've ever met on any set I've been on, of course I'd want to go with you."

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you shook your head, smiling, "well alright then, good thing I already have my Yennefer cosplay ready to go."

"Oh my god I cannot wait to see that."

"If you're good maybe I'll model it for you later," you said with a wink.

You talked and blatantly flirted for half an hour when you remembered why Henry had invited himself over in the first place. 

"You still want…?" You raised your navy blue and cyan glass pipe to him.

"Yes, please, it's been a long shoot, I deserve this," he said, lifting a hand when you tried to give it to him, "ladies first."

You took a hit and handed it to him, but he lifted his hand again to decline. You raised an eyebrow, then after a second pointed to your mouth; Henry nodded, wetting his lips.

You stood over Henry and he looked up at you, reaching out to you; everything was moving slowly as he bit his lip watching you. You took his hand and straddled his lap, settling into him and wrapping your arms around his neck. 

Your thighs tensed slightly as you settled against his soft penis, thick and warm nestled against your suddenly throbbing core. 

Henry's hands held your back and his lips parted as he stared at your mouth. You leaned into him and pressed your lips to his, exhaling into his mouth. Henry inhaled the smoke and held it, his soft lips still firmly attached to yours. 

Henry's tongue slid past your lips and you sighed, rocking your hips toward him unconsciously. Henry moaned softly as your tongues swirled, exhaling and surrounding you both in a cloud as your kiss deepened.

Your hands roamed his body, wanting to touch every inch. Henry slid a hand up the back of your tank top and swiftly unhooked your bra. Still attached at the mouth, you shrugged off your straps and pulled your bra out from under your tank top, throwing it behind you. Henry sighed into your kiss as his hand caressed your back uninterrupted. Your head spun as you felt completely surrounded by him, safe but so very aroused. You tugged his tank top up and parted briefly to get it over his head. Pushing Henry back slightly, the beanbag leaned with him; you settled at his side with a leg hitched over one of his, your hand exploring his broad chest as you kissed again. Henry tugged down your tank top and you moaned as he kissed down your neck to your breasts, capturing a nipple between his lips. You grinded into his thigh, your clit throbbing as he sucked your nipples back and forth.

You moaned and dragged your nails down his chest, pausing a beat before rubbing your palm over the bulge in his pants. Henry sighed and you rubbed your hand over his soft cock a few more times before dragging it up and pushing it beneath the waistband. 

Henry's hips bucked slightly as your fingers wrapped around his heavy length; your pussy clenching as you felt the substantial girth of him only semi-hard. You gave him a squeeze and he moaned, kissing back up your neck to your lips. He kissed you with more intensity, his tongue immediately lapping into your mouth as you stroked his swelling cock. You moaned and whined into his kiss as his hand dipped between your legs, pressing his fingers against your clit through the fabric layers. You gasped and he made slow circles, rhythmically increasing pressure.

"Oh my god, Henry, if you keep doing that, I might come," you gasped, pulling away from his kiss and taking your hand from his pants to wrap around his wrist. 

"Yeah? That's kind of the point?" He smirked.

"But like this?" You asked, your head cloudy with your attraction to him, and a little bit of the weed. 

"Darling I am going to try to make you come as many ways as I can," he said, lowering his head to your breasts once more.

You cried out as he rubbed your clit faster and sucked your nipples in turn. Barely a minute later you were grasping at his biceps and trembling in his arms, crying out as your orgasm soaked through your panties. 

"Mmm, you sound so beautiful when you come, I can't wait to hear it again," he said, kissing you tenderly. 

"I need a second," you exhaled, closing your eyes and laying back, your body still trembling.

You heard a lighter and opened your eyes to Henry taking a hit off your pipe; you smiled and put a hand on his cheek. After inhaling he pointed to his mouth and made a face that said "oh did you want this?" And you giggled, nodding.

Henry leaned over and kissed you softly, exhaling into your mouth. You breathed him in and moaned softly, holding his face as he held your kiss. 

When you exhaled, Henry nuzzled his face into your neck, kissing and nipping, gently rolling you onto your back. 

You watched as he made his way down your body and tugged your pants off along with your underwear, discarding them on the floor. Henry kissed up and down your legs slowly, watching your reactions as he nipped and licked and left a few marks behind after sucking and biting your thighs. You grinned at him and he pushed your legs open, kissing up and down your slit with a contented sigh.

Henry placed your legs over his shoulders and dove into you, licking and sucking, lapping and probing. You cried out and arched your back, your fingers tugging at his curls.

Henry worked you up slowly and steadily, until you were writhing and gasping his name, pushing your hips into his face as you came. 

As you calmed, Henry kissed up your body and weaved his fingers with yours, squeezing gently.

"My god you are talented," you breathed, chest still heaving. 

"And you're delicious," he said, lifting your fingers to kiss them one by one.

Your attention was caught out of the corner of your eye as you saw the tent in Henry's pants. You squeezed your legs together and reached out to rub the wet spot of precum around his tender, swollen head. 

Henry moaned and you quickly removed the pants, leaning over and immediately wrapping your lips around his gorgeous cock. He gasped and his hand went to your head, gently resting as your tongue swirled around under his foreskin. You suckled at his tip and gave him a firm squeeze and stroke, his foreskin gliding down to expose his fat head. You took him into your mouth completely and moaned at the silky feel on your tongue, sucking and drooling all over his length. You stroked him up and down as you sucked desperately on his head, making him squirm and grasp at your arm. 

"Oh god please, please stop! oh god I don't want to cum yet," he begged. 

You slid your mouth off of him and frowned, "sorry."

"Please don't be sorry, love, that was outstanding. I'M sorry I suddenly have the discipline of my teenage self," he said, pulling you up and wrapping his arms around you before kissing you tenderly. 

You moaned softly and lost yourself in his kiss, holding his face and letting the world spin around you. Henry squeezed you and ran a hand down to your ass, grabbing you possessively. You moaned and straddled his lap, your dripping pussy hovering over his cock. You reached behind Henry to your bookshelf and knocked a small box off of it onto the floor. Henry looked at your curiously as you rummaged behind him and eventually produced a condom from the variety you kept.

He grinned as you sat back on his massive thighs and opened the foil packet, carefully sheathing him as he watched. 

"Is that okay?" You asked.

"Perfect," he said, grabbing your hips and lifting you up.

You couldn't help but squeal as he lifted you effortlessly, positioning you above his cock. You knelt astride him and sank down onto him slowly; you gasped as he filled you and you settled down onto him. Henry's head was thrown back and you watched his adam's apple bob as you got used to each other. Your fingers traced down his jaw, his stubble giving you chills. You ran a hand down his chest to his stomach, and then to where you were connected. You traced your fingers around the base of his cock, feeling his girth as it stretched you. 

"You feel so fucking incredible," you breathed.

Henry lifted his head and reached up to cup your cheek, pressing his thumb to your lips. You took his thumb in your mouth and sucked on it gently as you rocked in his lap slowly. 

You both moaned as you rested your hands on his chest, slowly moving your hips forward and back. Henry held your face in his hands and pulled you in for a kiss, sliding one hand down your side to your back, holding you down firmly. You gasped as he started grinding up into you, your kiss slow like the rest of your movements. You gradually moved faster together, your kisses desperate as you started bouncing on his cock, whimpering and crying out as he rubbed against spots inside you that you'd never felt before.

Henry pulled away from you briefly to bring two fingers to his tongue, wetting them just to slip them between you and find your clit. You gasped as he started slow circles and you grabbed his shoulders to keep yourself steady. 

"You're so fucking beautiful, look at you falling apart on top of me," Henry groaned, bucking his hips up and making you cry out.

"Yes, yes, don't stop! Fuck, Henry I'm close," you whimpered.

Henry kept rubbing your clit in circles and you tensed around his cock, he moaned in your ear and seconds later you were coming, shuddering and digging your nails into his biceps.

"Fuck yes, oh god you feel so incredible coming on my cock," he gasped, grabbing your hips and guiding your movements harder. 

"Oh fuck," you whimpered, dropping your head to the crook of his neck and increasing your speed. 

"Oh my god, oh god!" Henry moaned as you just moved your ass up and down, slamming yourself onto his cock as fast as you could. 

Henry let out a strangled cry and squeezed your hips, holding you down against him as his hips jerked and his cock pulsed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Henry panted as he throbbed inside of you, emptying himself into the condom.

With a gasp you collapsed onto his chest, both of you panting and whimpering softly. Henry held the back of your neck while his other arm wrapped around your back, holding you tight. 

You lifted your head and his lips met yours in a tender kiss, both of you winding down and kissing lazily.

"I don't think I'll be able to smoke alone ever again," you mumbled, nuzzling your face into the crook of Henry's neck.

Henry hummed and ran his fingers down your spine, "then I guess you'll just have to invite me over every time, now."

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5.5k celebration Prompt list

[plumfondler]

33 + 45 with Napoleon Solo for the prompt list??? I’m so excited to read all of these!

33. Remember that time you saw me naked?

45. I said DON'T come in!

warning for fingers in unexpected places. you know very well what place.

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"Hey, did you read this yet?" You asked Solo as you pushed open his bedroom door. 

"I said don't come in!" He cried.

You, of course, looked up from your report to see Solo in nothing but socks and garters, holding a pair of pants.

"Oh god!" You squeaked, spinning around and running from his room. 

Seconds later he came into the sitting area and cleared his throat, "I'm sure you were too deep in your reading to hear me, so why don't you just tell me what you read and move on," he said, slightly uncomfortable.

"I cannot recall anything that I just read," you said, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose, seeing nothing but Solo's gigantic dangling manhood in your head when you did.

Solo bit his lip to fight the smile but he couldn’t help it. He sat on the couch opposite you and picked up the file from the coffee table, beginning to read it intently.

"How do you just walk around every day with that thing!?"

"What?" Solo picked up the coffee cup in front of him, preparing to take a sip of the room temperature liquid.

"Your penis, Solo. It's absolutely gigantic."

Solo choked on his coffee and put the cup down.

"I'm sorry, I just never in my life seen one as big as yours," you said.

"And seen quite a few of them, have you?" He regained his footing and was back to sassing.

"Yes, what is it to you?"

He shrugged, "well then I'm sure you've heard plenty that it's not the size that matters.”

"But I'm sure it doesn't hurt!" you said.

Solo smirked in anticipation.

"Well actually, yours might. I've only seen it in one state, but I'm sure it gets bigger," you said as an afterthought, tapping your chin with your fingers.

"Are we finished talking about my privates yet?" Solo asked.

"Sorry. I'll try to forget it."

"I hope you don't," he winked, "but don't let it distract you from our mission too much."

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Your mission went smoothly and was a success; the intel could not have been easier for you to acquire. You had been given a week, and you did it in three days.

You heard the shower stop and you sighed, preparing to make small talk with your partner once he emerged from the bathroom.

When he did, your heart skipped; he was wearing nothing but a pair of blue and white striped pajama pants. You found yourself staring at his broad chest, dreaming of running your hand through the soft hair. Then he spoke and shattered your daydream.

"Remember that time you saw me naked," Solo smirked, sitting in the chair next to the couch you were on.

You pulled a pillow over your head and groaned, “Solo I said I was sorry can we please never talk about this again?”

“You had an awful lot to say about my penis, if I recall.”

“Yes, I know, it was three days ago. Don’t remind me.”

"You want to see it again," it wasn't a question, and you couldn't find it in yourself to be ashamed.

You dropped the pillow and met his eyes, "I really do."

"Is that all you want?" he asked, uncrossing his legs.

"No."

"Well get over here," he said, settling into the chair and spreading his legs wider.

You walked to him and stood between his knees; he smirked at you and you knelt, reaching for his waistband. Solo lifted his hips and you slid down his pajama pants and exhaled slowly as you saw him. 

You ran your hands up his powerful thighs as you stared at his soft manhood, thick and long, inches away from you. You reached out and glanced up at him, getting a nod. You wrapped a hand around his heavy length and sighed, giving him a squeeze. Solo hummed and you leaned over to run your tongue around his head, wrapping your lips around it and suckling softly. He moaned and held your face in his hand as you sucked him until he was completely hard.

You lifted your head and marveled at the massive thing, running your thumb up and down his silky shaft.

“God you have no idea how wonderful that feels,” he sighed as you ran your tongue around his head and sucked gently.

You looked up at him and he licked his lips, holding your face as you started bobbing your head up and down on his cock, squeezing and stroking what didn’t fit in your mouth.

“Oh yes, just like that,” he moaned.

You reached up and cradled his heavy sac and squeezed gently, getting another moan out of him.

“You… you can be rough,” he breathed.

You tugged and squeezed harder and Solo cried out, “fuck, do that again.”

You focused on suckling at his tender head as you paid special attention to his balls, watching his reaction to every touch.

Solo was squirming in his seat as you sucked on him harder, your fingers creeping up under his balls to press gently.  He groaned and lifted his hips subtly to give you more room, you took this as an invitation and sucked your finger in your mouth with his cock, quickly removing it and sliding it back to circle his tight hole. Solo huffed and moaned, bucking his hips again to feel more. 

You stroked him faster, coating his cock in your saliva and taking him even deeper as your finger pushed into him. He exhaled slowly and let out a whimper as you brushed up against his prostate. Solo moaned and you did it again, and then a third time, when he gasped and his cock swelled in your mouth, his hips lifting off of the chair. Before he could think to warn you, his cum was quickly bursting into your mouth and he was crying out your name. You moaned and swallowed all of him, sucking him clean as he calmed down.

“Fucking hell, woman,” he gasped as you wiped your hands on his discarded pants and sat back on your knees.

He ran his hands through his hair, looking mildly distraught.

“Where did… how did you… what…” he trailed off and looked down at you.

“You knew I used to be a doctor,” you shrugged, “I know a lot about the body.”

“I never in my wildest dreams would’ve thought that about you.”

You stood and leaned over him, resting your hands on his thighs, “really? Your wildest dreams? You must have a pretty boring sex life with that dull imagination, Solo” you said, leaning over and nipping at his bottom lip before standing and turning away from him.

Solo stood and grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder; you squealed and laughed, “put me down!”

“Nope, you’re going to take back what you said,” he said, taking long strides to the nearest bed and tossing you onto it.

“And why would I do that?” you smirked.

Solo crawled onto the bed and onto you, making you lay back as he hovered over you. He leaned over and nosed at your throat and you dropped your head back to give him better access. He ran the tip of his tongue up your throat to your chin and then suddenly grasped your shirt with one hand, tearing it clean off your body.

“Because I’m going to show you just how imaginative I can be.”

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5.5k celebration Prompt list

[plumfondler]

PROMPT WITH HENRY... #94... ONLY 94.... make it work 😍🥰🥰😘😘😘

Not only did I make this work, it's going to be a full-sized story with chapters and shit. Here it goes...

94. This orgy is off to a slow start.

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You looked around the room and huffed; you hated being the most interesting person at a party. You knew this because no one had smiled at you, in fact, several people had given you disapproving or nasty looks. You were sure they weren't used to seeing a confident woman that looked like you, especially with your wardrobe and makeup choices.

Your boss, an agent, had sent you to this party in her stead, mostly full of old stuffy white men. She wanted you to sweet talk some Academy members and get her name out there more, which didn’t appear to be in the cards tonight. You were probably the youngest person by at least thirty years, and no one was interested in talking to you, so you decided to have some fun before you left.

You downed the rest of your drink and grabbed another from the tray passing you.

"This orgy is off to a slow start!" You exclaimed, downing the new drink in one gulp.

Breaking the silence you heard the distinctive noise of someone snorting into their drink and coughing. You looked to your left to see a gorgeous man clutching his stomach laughing. Where had he come from?

You sighed loudly and put down your glass, making your way towards the door.

When you reached the door you heard a throat clear behind you; you turned around to see the gorgeous man. Your stomach dropped.

Henry Cavill.

"Oh christ, of course there's one person at this place to embarrass myself in front of, and it's Geralt of Rivia."

His face lit up; it was the smile of a man who is constantly called Superman.

"Are you serious? That was hilarious," he said.

You raised an eyebrow.

"I was trying to think of a way out of this terrible place and there was no way I could live up to that."

"Oh, so you're leaving?" You asked, butterflies springing to life in your stomach.

"Yes, thanks to you…"

You introduced yourself and he shook your hand. His eyes meeting yours, sending a chill down your spine. The spark was instant and unmistakable; you were staring at each other holding hands for much longer than was normal. You realized this and dropped his hand with a nervous chuckle.

"Shall we?" He asked, gesturing to the door.

Once outside you shivered, not expecting the sudden drop in temperature. Before you could even think about being cold, Henry was draping his suit jacket over your shoulders.

"Can I buy you dinner?"

You turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow, "skipping having drinks and going straight to dinner?"

"When I'm interested in a woman I don't want to cloud her judgment with alcohol, also, the food in there was just awful."

You nodded, trying to play it cool, "it was. Yes, I would love to."

Your heart was hammering in your ears as he offered you his arm to walk down the sidewalk.

"I know a great place around the corner up here, you okay to walk that far in those?" He asked, gesturing to your three inch heels.

"Yes, thank you for asking. I can run in these if necessary."

Henry laughed, "I hope it isn't, but I'd love to see that."

The restaurant you stood in front of was the nicest one in the city and your stomach was doing flips as Henry stepped inside briefly to see if they had a table. They most certainly would not have, had you gone inside, but Henry came out less than thirty seconds later to get you. You got to witness the staff falling over themselves to accommodate "Mr. Cavill" as they guided you to a table in the back of the dimly lit restaurant.

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You closed the place. You hadn't realized the time until you saw someone sweeping out of the corner of your eye. You looked around and noticed you were the only two left in the restaurant; Henry following your gaze.

"Oh! What a bunch of twats! We've been here for almost forty minutes after close!" Henry said, slapping himself in the head, voicing your thoughts exactly.

"Please do not worry, Mr. Cavill, take your time," the waiter came from out of nowhere.

"Please, no, we shall get out of your hair immediately," Henry said, reaching for the man's hand and shaking it, handing him like several large bills.

"Please give my apologies to the rest of the staff," Henry said, handing him several more bills after the waiter took the first stack.

The waiter bowed his head graciously and turned to leave.

"That was quite generous of you," you said, walking out with Henry.

"I find it's easy to be, especially when it comes to those that work in the service industry," Henry said, opening the door for you.

Henry put his jacket over your shoulders again and you smiled, thanking him.

"I know we've been talking non stop for the past five hours, but…" you trailed off, suddenly nervous.

"I know, I don't want to part yet, either," Henry smiled, lifting your chin gently to meet his eyes.

"Why don't you come over for coffee or tea, then?" You asked, a surge of confidence bursting through you.

"I'd love to."

Your phone buzzed while you were in the back of the car to your apartment. Your boss was calling. Your boss never called.

"I'm sorry, she never calls, I should take this."

"Are you WITH HIM?" your boss whispered loudly as soon as you answered.

"What?"

"I've been texting you for HOURS. I sent you to that God forsaken establishment to meet Henry Cavill because his agent sent him to that party. We've been trying to get you two to meet for an actual year because you nerds were made for each other and KEPT MISSING EACH OTHER. I need to know if you met him and I'm pretty sure I know the answer based on the sound I'm hearing right now."

Henry was next to you laughing, covering his mouth, his shoulders shaking; you put a hand over your face, embarrassed.

"I'll call you tomorrow," you said before hanging up on your boss.

"I'm so sorry you heard that," you said, burying your face in your hands.

"That was incredible. They've been trying to set us up? I guess they should do that professionally because they were most certainly right."

Your heart skipped and he took your hand, weaving your fingers together.

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TBC...

[plumfondler]

17, 38, 55? With Napoleon Solo, smut or fluff or both?

17. “I told you this was a bad idea.” “NO YOU DIDN'T.”

38. I'm a little frightened but also very aroused.

55. Why do you have a shoebox full of expired condoms?

I’m considering doing a second part to this?? Should I?

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You fell into Solo's dark apartment as soon as he turned the knob, not realizing how heavily you had been leaning on the door. 

"I told you this was a bad idea," he laughed. 

"No you didn't!" You huffed, picking yourself up off the floor.

"You're right, I just told you to let me carry you, and you yelled at me."

"Listen, since it's your fault I got this drunk, I'm sleeping in your bed, you take the couch," you said, kicking off your shoes.

"You should feel honored I took you home, this is the first time I've not taken home a celebratory one night stand after a successful mission," Solo said, loosening his tie and turning on a lamp by the door.

"You're so charming, I can't imagine why you struck out tonight."

"I did not strike out! I made the decision to not pick anyone up as a courtesy to my partner!"

"Oh so now you call me your partner? After weeks of refusing and complaining about working with me…" you trailed off, falling onto his couch.

Solo sighed, "I'm sorry I complained so much, I was an asshole, and I'm truly sorry," he said, suddenly standing over you with a glass of water, "Please, drink this, you'll feel better in the morning."

You silently took the glass and side eyed Solo, he was being nice, hell, he was being downright sweet.

"Do you need me to carry you to the bed?" Solo smirked as you fell back onto the soft couch after attempting to stand. 

"Why do you keep trying to carry me places?! I'm fully capable! Don't make me fight you! You know I could drop you in five seconds. Probably less."

"I'm a little frightened, but also very aroused."

"You better not be touching yourself on this couch while I'm in your bed!"

"I wouldn't dream of it, darling."

You pulled yourself to your feet and stumbled to Solo’s bedroom, turning the light on and suddenly feeling warm as you looked at the cozy room. The carpet was plush under your feet and the bedding looked like a mountain of clouds; you couldn’t wait to fall into it.

You wandered into the bathroom connected to the room and found an unopened toothbrush in the cabinet where Solo had told you it would be.

As you brushed your teeth, you wandered through his walk in closet, marveling at how many dress shoes a man could own. You saw a box above all of the displayed shoes and curiously reached for it. Fortunately for you, it wasn’t shoes, so when it hit you in the head as it fell, it didn’t hurt. Unfortunately for you, you now had to pick up about 50 loose condoms off the floor.

"Why do you have a shoebox full of expired condoms?" You asked, box in hand as you walked into the living room. 

Solo's eyes widened as he stood and you froze momentarily as you saw his tight undershirt and boxers and nothing else.

"I uh… wow there really isn't a good lie for this one."

"Is the truth that horrifying?"

"Well, long ago, on my eighteenth birthday, it was a joke gift from my friends…"

"Did they do something to them? Why didn't you just use them?"

"They, uh, they're," Solo cleared his throat, "too small."

You glanced back into the box to see if they were small joke condoms, but no, just the regular size normal ones. You looked back to a now-blushing Solo with wide eyes. 

"Oh," was all you could say, glancing down at his boxers and back up to his face.

"Well this is awkward," he said, "I'm going to go brush my teeth."

You heard Solo brushing his teeth and you went back into the closet to put the shoe box in its place.

“Sorry I was snooping, I saw all your shoes and was curious why you had a pair in a box.”

“It’s, er, it’s fine, I’ve not many secrets or things to hide here, it’s just a small piece of my past I like to hang on to,” he said, sipping a handful of water and spitting in the sink.

“You sentimental softie,” you grinned, leaning against the doorframe.

“Now that is something I’ve never been accused of,” he said, rinsing off his toothbrush and putting it in it’s holder.

“Well it’s definitely endearing, partner,” you said, turning around and heading toward the cloud mountain that was calling your name.

“Can I get you anything before you become unconscious?” he smiled, leaning against the bedpost as you pushed the hose down from under your dress.

“Unzip me?” you asked, turning away from him.

Solo put a gentle hand on your shoulder and slowly unzipped your dress; you shivered when his knuckles brushed against your bare skin.

Instead of holding it up, you let your dress fall to the floor; you turned around and Solo swallowed audibly.

“Can I lend you a shirt to sleep in?” He asked, turning quickly to his dresser.

“That would be very nice of you,” you said, shamelessly standing in your slip, pushing the straps of your bra down your arms.

Solo handed you a shirt and you slipped it on, reaching underneath to unhook your bra and drop it to the floor between you.

“You should… I should get some sleep, sweet dreams,” he said, quickly turning and leaving, closing the door behind him.

You sighed and climbed into his bed after taking off the rest of your undergarments. You nuzzled your face into the soft pillows and sighed, the lingering scent of Solo wrapping around you as you burrowed into the bed, drifting off as soon as you closed your eyes.

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Part 2!

[plumfondler]

May I request both 1 and 73 with Henry? The thought of him getting turned on seeing reader in his clothes is nice....

1. Can you stop that? It's really turning me on.

73. Are you wearing my clothes?

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You shuffled into the kitchen and reached for a mug; you felt Henry's eyes on you as you made yourself coffee. 

"Are you wearing my clothes?" He asked. 

"Yes. They were the only thing I could find on the floor, you have a good throwing arm when it comes to my clothing," you said, adding sugar to your mug. 

You turned to the fridge and opened it, bending over to reach for the milk. 

Henry groaned, "can you stop that? It's really turning me on."

You stood up and turned to look at Henry, as innocently as you could. 

"What am I doing?" You asked.

"You're wearing my shirt and nothing else it seems," he breathed, eyeing you up and down as you took a sip of your coffee. 

"Oh?" You asked, turning away from him and leaning on the island, sticking your ass out.

"Oh you're asking for it," he said in a low voice. 

You couldn't help but feel the heat grow between your legs as you felt Henry standing behind you. His hands went to your hips and he rubbed his cloth restrained erection against you.

You moaned and pressed into him, desperate for his touch. Henry ran a hand down your ass and gave it a quick slap, watching it bounce before sliding his fingers between your legs and into your heat.

You cried out and arched your back, pushing against his fingers.

"Oh what's this, kitten? Look at you, such a mess already" Henry groaned, sinking his fingers into your cunt slowly, then pulling them out again.

"Oh god, Henry, you make me so fucking wet," you cried as his fingers danced along your slit and pushed between your folds to circle your clit. 

"Now be honest, did you come out like this to try and start something?" He asked, his fingertips barely brushing over your clit.

You whined and tried to thrust your hips into his fingers but his arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly against his body. 

"Yes!" You cried. 

"Mmm, good girl, I love how honest you are about this needy pussy. You need me to fill it up again?"

You nodded and whimpered.

"Use your words, my love," he whispered, nuzzling the side of your neck.

"Yes! Please, Henry! I need your big cock to fill my pussy again!"

Henry moaned and rocked his hips against your ass as his free hand slid up your shirt, his fingers tugging gently at a nipple. 

You cried out and his warmth suddenly left your pussy and you trembled in anticipation. You heard Henry push down his pants and you felt his thick, hard cock pressing against your dripping cunt. 

"Oh god you're so ready for me, aren't you?" He moaned, rubbing the head of his cock into your wetness.

"Yes!" You cried, grabbing the counter as he lined himself up and grabbed your hips.

"Mmhmm… good girl," he sighed, sinking his cock deep into your warm, waiting cunt.

You cried out, throwing your head back as your entire body buzzed. Henry started slow, deep thrusts that had you gasping, your hands tense as they held onto the wooden countertop. Henry grunted and lifted you in the air, holding you up as he fucked you, his fingers squeezing your hips as your skin slapped together. 

"Oooh fuck, you feel so amazing wrapped around me," he moaned, using one hand to slide around you and rub your clit.

"Fuck! Henry yes, keep doing that!" You breathed, your toes beginning to tingle as the warmth of your release started to build. 

Henry's fingers continued to stroke your clit as he pounded into you, grunting and groaning and whispering words of encouragement to you. He kissed up and down your neck and suddenly wrapped an arm around your middle, still holding you up and fucking into you harder. You screamed his name as he rubbed your clit faster, your arms reaching behind you to tug at Henry's hair. He moaned into your ear and you were done for. You cried out, your entire body going limp as your cunt squeezed Henry's cock, feeling it pulse as your release drew his out. Henry gasped and choked on a moan, stopping deep inside of you, his legs shaking as he filled you with long, hot spurts of cum. 

Henry moaned shakily as he let you down easily, slipping out of you with a hiss. You spun around and dropped to your knees to suck him clean, watching his surprised face as you licked and sucked your combined releases from his thick, pulsing cock. You moaned as he softened between your lips and he pulled you up off the floor as you finished. Henry held your face and kissed you tenderly, squeezing your hip and wrapping his arms around you.

When you parted Henry nuzzled your nose and lifted you up with one arm, holding you against him and grabbing your mug with his free hand. 

"Come on, you can finish your coffee in bed."

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[plumfondler]

Ooohh I loved your list. Could you write 32 with August, please?? Thanks peach xoxo

32. If you don't give that to me in five seconds…

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“Ooh what is this?” August snatched the remote out of your hands before you could even open your mouth.

“August, please, I need that, it’s important,” you sighed.

“Yeah, yeah, what is it?”

“It’s a remote to turn on a drone, now please, give it back.”

“Sure, fine, I just want to check it out,” he said, trying to pry it open.

“If you don’t give that to me in five seconds…” you warned, standing up and looking at him sternly.

“You’ll what? Tattle on me?” he smirked, tossing the remote onto the bed behind you.

“Why can’t you take this mission seriously?” you huffed, grabbing the remote from the bed and inspecting it.

“Because it’s bullshit and you know it; they know one of us is a mole, and this is them stalling for time because they can’t figure it out.”

“I’d love to see the look on Ethan’s face though, when he finds out it’s both of us,” you smirk, packing the remote in your bag.

“That would be nice, but I have a feeling that wouldn’t leave much time to kill him and rig the rest of the place to explode.”

“Yeah,” you said, chewing on your lip.

You glanced up at August who was watching your mouth, his tongue darting out to wet his lips; you suddenly felt very warm.

You cleared your throat and continued packing, “how long have we got before they come for us?” you asked.

August looked at his watch, “seventeen fucking hours,” he huffed.

“Jesus christ. What are we supposed to do until then? We have everything set up already so it’s not like we can force them to move there quicker, that would just make them suspicious,” you said.

“Right, so we just get to wait in his lovely hotel room and not go anywhere or talk to anyone for sixteen hours and fifty-eight minutes,” August said.

“Might as well get some sleep,” you sighed, shrugging off your coat.

“Oh christ, there’s only one fucking bed, you’ve got to be kidding me,” He growled.

“You’re the one who told them we were married, dumbass,” you said, throwing your sweater at him, "so I’ll be taking the bed."

“Oh no you don’t, I’ve not had a good night’s sleep in weeks, thanks to this stupid ass mission.”

“What’s one more night?” you smirked, taking off your bra from under your tank top.

August paused as he watched you, suddenly speechless and staring at your breasts.

“Yes?” You asked, pushing your jeans down and crawling into bed.

“You certainly have no shame,” he said, not hiding the fact that he was staring at the thin blue cotton covering your ass.

“What’s there to be ashamed of?” you said, falling back into the pillows with your knees up, letting your legs sway back and forth as August tried to get a peek between them.

“Obviously nothing,” he said, watching your legs.

“Come on, I’m not making you sleep on the fucking floor, get in,” you said, throwing back the sheets on the other side of the bed.

“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not that heartless,” you said, watching him as he started to undress.

“I never thought you were,” he said quietly, dropping his shirt to the floor and working on his pants.

“Jesus christ,” you mumbled as he pushed his pants down.

“What’s that?” he smirked, turning his head to look at you.

“Your ass is incredible, but I’m sure you know that,” you said, still staring at it as he turned around-now you were looking at something else that was incredible, and your eyes widened.

“See something else you like?” he asked, playing with the waistband of his underwear.

“I sure fucking do,” you said, unconsciously licking your lips.

August knelt on the bed in front of you and ran a hand over the large bulge in his underwear, squeezing and watching you squirm.

“I knew you fucking wanted me,” he said, crawling over you, his lips hovering above yours.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Walker,” you said, grabbing his head and pulling his mouth to yours.

He kissed you hungrily and tore your tank top off without warning. You gasped as he threw the cloth to the floor and immediately went to suck on your nipples, tugging gently with his teeth, making you cry out and beg for more.

August yanked your panties down with one hand and his fingers were quick to find you dripping .

"Look at you soaked for me already," he snickered, pushing two fingers into your cunt.

You cried out and arched your back as he pumped them into you slowly.

"Fuck," you gasped as his fingers slid from you.

August swiftly removed his underwear and your cunt throbbed at the sight of his thick cock. He grinned smugly and you rolled your eyes, parting your legs so he could kneel between them.

You bit your lip as he dragged his cock through your wetness and stroked himself slowly, spreading your wetness over his length. He groaned and pushed his fat head to your entrance, grabbing your hips and lifting you up to sit on his knees as he entered you.

You gasped and clutched the sheets at your sides, your cunt pulsing around his girth. When August saw your face relax as the pain faded, he pulled out slowly, just to slam back into you. You screamed his name and arched your back as he started pounding into you rapidly.

You were feeling dizzy when he started rubbing your clit, his fingers pressing firm circles on your swollen bud.

You screamed and nearly sobbed when you came, your body shaking uncontrollably, and seconds later he pulled out and came in thick spurts all over your pussy. You moaned as you watched him squeeze every last drop from his swollen, red cock, then rub his cum all over your tender cunt.

Your legs juddered with the last wave of your orgasm, watching and feeling his cock rubbing into you. You both moaned and August fell to your side, both of you trying to catch your breath.

"Well," you wheezed, "we have about fifteen more hours now."

August gently shoved you over onto your stomach and gave your ass a firm spank.

"Oh we're just getting started."

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[plumfondler]

this is a request from my AO3! I posted the list there as well.

15 and 51: Napoleon Solo

I’m hoping to see what you write~ 💕

15. Wanna make out?

51. It's weird that that turned me on, right?

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"You are insufferable," you huffed, tugging at the rope around your wrists. 

"It's your fault we're in this mess!" Solo whisper-yelled, struggling in his chair.

"Just shut up and let me work."

You wrapped your hands around the chair you were tied to and stood, smirking when you realized they didn't tie your chairs together. Amatures. 

You sat back down and felt the ties on your ankles loosen so you stood up again and jumped, landing down as hard as you could, hearing the legs on the chair splinter. You stood one more time and broke the legs off of the chair with a grunt, kicking the loose ropes off of your legs.

You stood again and took a breath before you ran backwards at the pipe on the wall, breaking the back of the chair in two. You got your arms in front of you and removed the rope and chair from your wrists. 

"It's weird that that turned me on, right?" Solo asked, watching you from his chair. 

You rolled your eyes and went to untie him from his chair. 

"Now what…" you said, looking around the empty room as Solo dusted himself off.

"Wanna make out?" He asked.

"Oh my god focus, we have to get out of here," you huffed.

"I'm having a hard time focusing after your performance, it was exquisite," he said, eyeing you.

"If we get out of here alive, you can fuck the soul out of my body, but for now, we need to get out of here and not die," you said, yanking at an immovable window bar.

"Promise?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Do you know me as someone who says things she doesn't mean?" You asked, trying the other window.

"Just checking," Solo said, walking up to the door and opening it. 

Your mouth fell open.

"I saw they didn't lock it when they left us, come on we don't have long, the guards are changing shifts as we speak."

You followed Solo out of the stone cellar you were in and suddenly fell out of a giant wooden door onto a dock.

"How did we get this lucky?" He mused, eyeing a boat preparing to leave, "come on."

You both sprinted towards the boat that was pulling away from the dock, leaping onto the back, the both of you rolling to a stop against a pile of rope.

"Now I guess we need to find a way to signal for extraction," Solo thought out loud.

"No need! You were right on time!"

You both jumped to your feet as you saw Gaby steering the boat to the horizon.

"Gaby what in the hell are you doing here!?" You cried.

"A little bird told me you were being held here, so I called in a few favors. I knew you'd get out of there quickly, they have a habit of losing prisoners, so I knew their security was lacking."

You fell back onto the seat next to her and laughed, putting your head in your hands.

"I can't believe we thought we were close to death, there."

"Yes, we all say and promise some crazy things when we think we're about to die," Solo sighed, sitting next to you. 

You raised an eyebrow at him, "well I certainly don't, do you?"

His eyes darkened and he wet his lips, "no, I suppose not."

Gaby turned and looked at you both and groaned, "please don't shag on this boat. Save it for land? Please?"

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[plumfondler]

So... let's try 39 & 40 with Henry then

39. Why are my genitals the topic of discussion?!

40. You better be very certain about the next thing that comes out of your mouth

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"No but what about Henry's dick! Have you ever seen it?" You friend drunk-whispered.

You slapped her hand and scolded her, "he is HOME right now in his ROOM, shut your fucking mouth!" You hissed.

"I wish I could see it, just a peep. Just to gimmie somethin for the ole wank bank," you other friend added, downing the rest of her wine.

You heard a door close and a heated panic washed over you. Henry walked into the living room where you were with your friends and he smiled and waved on his way to the kitchen.

"You do NOT SAY ANOTHER WORD, I am getting you both water," you said, sternly pointing at your friends.

In the kitchen Henry was bent over with his head in the fridge, so you took the time to admire his backside.

"How are your friends doing?" Henry's casual voice broke your concentration on his ass.

"Drunk as shit," you sighed, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet.

"Ask him if I can seeeeeeee it!" Called a voice from the other room.

"Jesus christ call an Uber!" You yelled back. 

"Ask me if she can see…?" Henry spun around from the fridge and raised an eyebrow at you. 

"Your dick, I'm sorry, she's leaving."

"Her phrasing suggests continuation of a previous conversation," Henry said.

"Yes," you sighed.

"Why are my genitals the topic of discussion?!” he whisper-yelled.

"We were talking about guys, and they asked if I'd ever seen yours, and why not, and don't I want to? I'm sorry, that's what happens when your roommate is a gorgeous man and you have two horny ass friends."

"Your roommate is a what?" Henry took a step closer to you.

"What?" You asked, not realizing what you had said.

"You said, when your roommate is a gorgeous man," Henry smiled triumphantly.

Your eyes widened, "I did?"

"You did," he nodded.

"I uh…"

"So, do you want to?" He grinned.

"Do I… want to…"

"See it?" He took another step.

Your mouth went dry and you could feel your heart pounding in your throat.

You took a breath and tried to speak.

"You better be very certain about the next thing that comes out of your mouth," Henry said in a low voice. 

"Well, now all I can think of saying is something about something going in my mouth," you said, biting the inside of your cheek, trying not to smile.

"Are your friends leaving soon?"

As if on cue, the front door opened, two voice screamed goodbye, and the door slammed.

"Yes," you grinned, just as Henry grabbed your hips and pulled you close, his lips crashing down onto yours in a hungry kiss.

Your hands slid around his firm back and your nails dragged down, Henry groaning into your kiss. You grabbed his ass and pressed his body into yours and moaned as his hips thrusted against you subtly. Your tongues swirled and Henry squeezed your sides, lifting you up and letting you wrap your legs around him. 

You pulled away, panting, and Henry smiled.

"So was that a yes, then?"

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[plumfondler]

Could I request number 1&3 with Napoleon Solo?

💜

1. Can you stop that? It's really turning me on.

3. Why do you have an erection!?

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"Can you stop that? It's really turning me on," Solo said from behind his newspaper.

You stood up from the deep stretch you were doing and scoffed, "can you not be a pig for once?" You asked, continuing your yoga.

Solo was your partner for this mission, yes, but you didn't have to like it. Before you were forced to team up, he was constantly trying to get you to bed which, while completely flattering, was annoying because he tried with every attractive woman he met. You may have told him that you don't date coworkers, which was true, but he knew you were attracted to him, so he was going to take it as a challenge.

"Look, we have to be in this tiny hotel for who knows how long until they drop off our intel," Solo said, folding up his newspaper, "so why don't we do something to pass the time?"

"I am!" You huffed, standing and crossing your arms as your partner stood.

"Why do you have an erection?!" You cried, putting a hand out in front of you to block it from your view.

"I warned you," he shrugged, putting his hands in the pockets of his sleep pants.

"Napoleon Solo, I swear to God…"

"I would love to hear you swear to God while wearing a little bit less, to be honest."

"Solo! We're on a mission!"

"Is that the only thing stopping you?" He smirked.

You let out a frustrated noise and stormed over to stand in front of him. He was still smirking and you wanted to slap his gorgeous face for distracting you so much.

"They probably won't be here for at least two hours,” you stated.

Solo's face lit up, "and?" He asked, not wanting to assume anything.

"And you better make me come at least twice in that time," you said, firmly grasping his thick, swollen cock through his pants.

He moaned and shuddered slightly, "Oh my dear, I will triple that," he said, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bed.

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[plumfondler]

Ooh could we also have 100+45 with Geralt please?

45 I said DON'T come in!

100 It doesn't make a difference to me whether or not you're clothed.

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"Wait a moment, Geralt and let me change, stay here," you said, leaving the sweaty Witcher on a large stump outside your cottage.

You were completely bare and searching for something breezier when your front door creaked open.

"Geralt! I said DON'T come in! I said I was changing!" You cried, grabbing the sheet from your nearby bed and holding it over yourself.

"It doesn't make a difference to me whether or not you're clothed," he said, falling into a nearby chair, "it's boiling outside and I need to cool down."

"It makes a difference to me!" You cried.

Geralt, ignoring you, began removing his armor, dropping it to the floor.

"I'm so glad you care for me enough to respect my wishes!"

"Had I known you were so shy, I would have waited outside, I'm not looking at you, by the way," he said, taking off his tunic.

"But by the way we've been bickering, and the bawdy jokes you and Jaskier tell each other while we travel, lead me to believe you were quite an independent, sensual woman."

You couldn't respond because the shirtless Witcher was now standing again, slowly removing his boots and leather trousers, leaving him in only a pair of white linen braies.

"Also, when we were in Novigrad, you told Jaskier you would kill to take the place of the woman I paid to bed."

You gasped and put a hand over your mouth.

"I hear everything, little vixen," Geralt said, walking towards you.

"I hear Jaskier trying to please you back at camp when I go hunt our dinner. I hear your exasperated tone when he asks how he's doing. I know the bard is learning your body as you both pass time, but it must be so unsatisfying for you in the meantime."

You are suddenly aware of the damp between your thighs as they quiver. Geralt inhales deeply and you know he's caught your scent. He stands before you, the heat of his body making you tremble even harder; you were afraid your legs would give out.

"Now won't you let me worship you as you deserve to be?"

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[plumfondler]

45, 48, 92. Bucky getting walked in on NAKEY?

45. I said DON'T come in!

48. Huh, so that's what you look like naked.

92. Well what do you think of my ass?

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You opened Bucky's door after he told you to come in, and we're immediately greeted by a bare ass. 

You shrieked and spun around as Bucky yelled.

"I said DON'T come in!"

"I just heard COME IN! Who says don't come in?! Why not just a minute! Or I'm NAKED WAIT A MINUTE!"

Bucky huffed, "you can turn around."

"ARE YOU SURE?"

"Shut up, I'm covered."

You turned around to see Bucky in a pair of gym shorts and nothing else; you were thankful you were already flushed from a minute earlier because Bucky shirtless definitely raised your temperature.

"Well?" Bucky asked.

"Hmm?"

"Well what did you think of my ass?"

You rolled your eyes and Bucky laughed, "What did you need?"

"I was going to see if you wanted to come to my room and watch a movie?" You asked, suddenly nervous, like you hadn't been talking to him about it earlier in the day. 

"Yeah, let me grab a shower and I'll be down," he nodded with a small smile.

"Great, me too," you nodded.

You showered quickly, washing away the mission grime and finally calming down.

You dried off and toweled your hair off as you stepped into your room from the steamy bathroom.

"Huh, so that's what you look like naked."

You dropped your towel from your head to see Bucky lounging on your bed.

You screamed and covered yourself, running back into the bathroom and slamming the door. 

"I'm sorry, your door was unlocked!" He called out.

"Oh my god, Bucky, you can't just…"

"What, open doors and walk into people's rooms?" You could hear the smirk in his voice and you opened the door after securing your towel tightly around your body.

"You know that isn't…" you huffed, rifling through your drawers to grab clothes to bring into the bathroom.

"Doll, come on, it's not so bad. You're pretty easy on the eyes, it's not like it's a bad image I'll be seeing every time I drift off to sleep now," he said, rubbing his hands over his thighs. 

"Now come on, let's get a movie goin' and forget all about this."

When the movie started, you and Bucky were as far apart as you could be on your queen sized bed, but as the movie played, you seemed to both be inching towards the center of the bed.

When your shoulders touched, you glanced at Bucky out of the corner of your eye to see him fidgeting with his fingers. 

You reached for his metal hand and lifted it, running your fingers along the grooves and plates mindlessly as you continued to focus on the movie. 

"I can feel that, you know," Bucky said softly as he watched your thumb trace over his palm.

"Do you want me to stop?" You asked, suddenly worried you had overstepped a boundary.

"No please, it's so nice to be handled so gently," he said softly. 

You smiled and lifted his hand to your lips, and kissed each one of his fingers. Bucky shuddered and sighed, running his other hand through his hair. 

Holding his hand to your face, you let him cup your cheek and you nuzzled your face into it. You met his gaze and kissed his thumb as he ran it over your lips. The room felt heavy and warm, your legs sought out Bucky's and they were immediately tangled together. Your breaths were heavy and ragged as Bucky pulled your face to his and kissed you tenderly. Your hands went to his hair and around his back, holding him close as his arms enveloped you. Your kiss immediately deepened and Bucky rolled on his back, bringing you with him. You hovered over him and smiled, holding his face and nuzzling his nose with yours before kissing him again. 

"Wanna see me naked again?" You grinned, nipping at his bottom lip. 

Bucky grinned and tugged your shirt over your head, throwing it on the floor, "for as long as you'll allow me to."

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