#prompt 91

[questionable-prompts]

Prompt #91

“I’m so fucking tired of your bullshit!”

“It’s your own fault for falling love with me.”

Sighs, “Yeah I know.”

[eerieechos]

Awfully bold of RQ to expect me to believe a bullet to the head could kill this insane mf

[umprompted]

#91

Of all the arms to die in, at least it’s theirs.

[bagelbucket]

some 90 year old guy but he was turned into a vampire when he was 89

[just-j-really]

If i had a nickel for ever afternoon i spent moping over my unrequited love for someone specifically because they indulged my general nerdiness on a level that made me feel Seen instead of just tolerated, i would have two nickels

Which isn't a lot but i guess it's reassuring that i eventually got over the first guy

[heart-songs]

my mirror knows all my secrets…

that I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t aching to be okay / how many warm cotton days I’ve wasted, digging the dread out of my stomach with the dull end of a spoon when I should have been carving my name inside of a heart with you / the sick satisfaction I get each time I lose another pound / how being less can feel like becoming more / invisible / like if I can see the curve and hollow of every rib… then maybe I’ll finally discover what’s caged within them / is there anything there at all? / how I don’t believe god gives a damn about me but I still pray for you until my lips turn blue / speaking of blue… how the lilt of your laughter pulls me apart like cornflower petals / he loves me / he loves me not / the deep down fear that I’m incapable of loving anyone more than I hate myself / how missing you has become its own language – tangible in tears and clenched fists and crumpled papers / how badly I long for you to come home and hold me, star kiss me on the forehead, and make all the hurt a thing of the past / that I both desire and dread to be rid of this pain / she causes me so much grief / but she’s been the only constant all these years / what will I do and who will I be without her? / that I stare through locked windows each night, haunted with envy by families of trees huddling together for warmth under haloed streetlights / how many hours I’ve spent holding hands with my insomnia in the dark, imagining a life where she isn’t my only friend / a life where waking up is slow… and time is measured in freshly baked cinnamon rolls and sticky fingers / where belly laughs are full, unfettered, and frequent, and cold sheets get warmed by body heat / where I can let myself love you with every part of me until my bones confess my sins through forgotten wounds / where I fall soundly asleep in the ethereal absolution of your arms, nothing but starlight on my mind / how clearly I can see it all / but I always end up clawing my way out of nightmares, a crumpled mass of broken limbs and scraped knuckles / that I’m tired, so tired of trying and failing / how tempted I am to give up / how the only thing stopping me is the false promise of true love / where are you? / how desperately I hope for it to be Heaven curling her fingers under my door / but shadows don’t lie and I’m pretty sure it’s the hand of Hell / that as I write these words, I’m still aching to be okay / just okay / just for a little while / because I don’t know how to do this anymore / that I want to be more than just a corpse flower entombed in cement, never budding nor blooming nor stretching towards the sun / how much I want to be seen by more than just my mirror /

[writing-prompts-musically]

Song Prompt #91

Stranded The Line - There Will Be Blood

A performance goes from graceful to disturbing.

[avvail]

prompt #91

The supervillain rose to their feet when they heard the doorbell of their home ring, smoothly adjusting the cuffs of their shirt before opening up the door. They were met with nothing but a big box, wrapped up in a vibrant red and gold wrapping. The supervillain’s brow cocked intriguingly, lifting the lid off.

Inside, the hero was curled up tightly, tangled and restrained in an array of brightly coloured Christmas lights. They blinked and shone against their skin, the hero’s watery eyes flickering up to meet the supervillain’s in fear.

There was a card tucked into their restrained hands. Merry Christmas, it said, signed by the villain.

A sinister smile spread across the supervillain’s face, admiring the scared hero wrapped up adorably on their doorstep. “Cute.”

[gettingcomfyinyourwalls]

DP x DC prompt #91

Batman tries to find out about the world's first hero, Phantom, not knowing that he works as one of his mechanics on the Watchtower.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 91

 “Elnath Peril Nightingale, I love you but what the fuck.” 

Danny was tired, he was really tired and could really use his partners’ help if they’d stop laughing at him. They were supposed to be lying low, they’d literally hopped to another world specifically to not bring attention to themselves. 

Yet here his darling clone-child was, beaming up at him while also holding the hand of… he isn’t entirely sure what they are except for some sort of undead. Some sort of undead who couldn’t sheath their claws and who had bright yellow eyes currently filled with utter befuddlement. 

 “I made friends! They were on the fire escape and this one was hurt and needs stitches. They have really weird yellow-ecto though…” 

 Ah. Yeah, that did sound kind of concerning. Maybe. Damnit he’d need to call Frostbite. 

[airaibunny]

GENERAL SMUT PROMPTS

1. “i need you, right here/now”

2. “louder/quieter”

3. “i dont care who’s outside”

4. “do you want them to hear?”

5. “what if i dont?”

6. “make me”

7. “you don’t get to tell me what to do”

8. “that’s strike 1/2/3”

9. “if you stop, i’ll stop”

10. “no more, please, i can’t”

11. “where are your manners?”

12. “what did you say?”

13. “try again”

14. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still”

15. “you don’t get to touch”

16. “i’m begging you, touch me, please”

17. “beg for it”

18. “i said no”

19. “stop pushing, it wont end well”

20. “you look so fucking hot right now”

21. “you don’t need anything, you want it”

22. “say it”

23. “use your words”

24. “i can’t understand you”

25. “i can’t read your mind”

26. “could he/she do it better?”

27. “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?”

28. “play with me”

29. “you’re such a needy girl”

30. “i don’t think your stage outfits cover that”

31. “let me focus”

32. “sluts don’t get to make requests”

33. “what happened? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago”

34. “stop talking”

35. “did i give you permission to talk?”

36. “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”

37. “you’re fucking soaked”

38. “you make me so wet”

39. “why are you already squirming”

40. “can i ask you for something?”

41. “please don’t stop”

42. “please don’t think i’m weird for this”

43. “i’ve been waiting all day”

44. “does that turn you on?”

45. “i need your fingers”

46. “i want you to fuck me”

47. “do it like you mean it”

48. “scream my name while you cum”

49. “call me mommy”

50. “touch yourself, i want to watch”

51. “come here, now.”

52. “on your knees”

53. “turn around”

54. “bend over”

55. “spread your legs/spread your legs further”

56. “you can barely speak, so cute”

57. “you’re so flushed, pretty girl”

58. “sit on my thigh/face/etc”

59. “lift up your leg”

60. “i’m bored, let’s play”

61. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass”

62. “if you make me/if i have to stop this car, im going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help”

63. “harder”

64. “let me do it”

65. “i didnt mean to, im sorry”

66. “dont cum until i tell you to”

67. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy”

68. “what’s the safe word? you’re going to need it”

69. “what about you?”

70. “it’s my turn now”

71. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry”

72. “you look so pretty on your knees”

73. “what are you going to do? punish me?”

74. “i think i deserve a reward”

75. “your *body part* are/is so pretty”

76. “i really don’t care that we’re in public”

77. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in”

78. “who do you think you are?”

79. “spank me”

80. “choke me”

81. “bite me”

82. “no, don’t go”

83. “you can practice on me”

84. “this is a one time thing”

85. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?”

86. “we can’t do this”

87. “i ordered us something”

88. “that looks too big”

89. “are you comfortable?”

90. “grab the handcuffs and come back here”

91. “you bought a vibrator?”

92. “how do i look?”

93. “you taste so sweet”

94. “i’m/it’s all over your chin”

95. “do you want to try?”

96. “you’re so cute”

97. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

98. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you”

99. “can we use a toy?”

100. “can i use a toy on you?”

101. “good girl, keep going/just like that”

102. “you’re doing such a good job”

103. “i’m so proud of you”

104. “nobody can know about this, okay?”

105. “how are you so close already?”

106. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts”

107. “can you be quick?”

108. “please, i’ll finish fast”

109. “use your mouth”

110. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?”

111. “i love your tits/ass/etc”

112. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “say the word”

113. “stop teasing me”

114. “i like it when you’re mad”

115. “punish me”

116. “are you going to stop me?”

117. “on the counter/table/etc?”

118. “you’re the only one that gets to touch”

119. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other member*?”

120. “i don’t care what the fans think”

121. “i really need to finish this”

122. “this is exactly how i imagined it”

123. “is that my shirt/underwear/etc?”

124. “everyone else is gone”

125. “fuck, i wish this room was soundproof”

126. “shut up”

127. “relax, angel”

128. “keep doing that, please”

129. “you feel so good”

130. “your skin is so soft”

131. “kiss/touch me, everywhere”

132. “no, you started this, now you’re going to finish it”

133. “pull my hair”

134. “open your mouth”

135. “clean my fingers, this is your mess”

136. “you’re such a messy girl”

137. “why are you so hot”

138. “fuck, i love you so much”

139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here”

140. “you’re so gorgeous”

141. “open your eyes”

142. “look at me while you cum”

143. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?”

144. “i want you to keep going, forever”

145. “do you want to join me”

146. “you’re not allowed to touch”

147. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum”

148. “can you tell me what you did wrong?”

149. “explain what you did, if you don’t finish before you cum, you don’t get to finish again for the rest of the night”

150. “you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”

151. “you’re such a fucking slut/whore/cunt”

152. “how bad do you want it?”

153. “make me cry”

154. “ruin me”

155. “i want to do so many things to you”

156. “you look amazing, really, but i think i prefer the dress on the floor”

157. “i need you”

158. “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait until we get to our bedroom”

159. “say that again, i dare you”

160. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down”

161. “what does this make us?”

162. “i love making you so flustered, it’s so cute”

163. “do you like it when i touch right here?”

164. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?”

165. “we could get kicked out for this”

166. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want”

167. “let me eat you out while you do that”

168. “can you teach me?”

169. “can i call you mommy?”

170. “what would the others think of this? their innocent little maknae being such a whore”

171. “shower with me”

172. “put your leg over my shoulder”

173. “there’s no one else here, be louder”

174. “look what you did”

175. “i want to taste you”

176. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are”

177. “stop being gentle”

178. “i don’t care what you do, just touch me”

179. “i want to fuck you so bad”

180. “i want to feel you, inside”

181. “i promise i’ll be good, just please…”

182. “you can’t leave marks”

183. “you’re not going to fall, i’ve got you”

184. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there”

185. “do you like it when i spank you right there?”

186. “stop moving on your own, you’ll take what i give you”

187. “use my thigh”

188. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?”

189. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?”

190. “i still hate you”

191. “this is just sex, no strings”

192. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?”

193. “you looked so hot out there”

194. “you can take it like a good girl, right?”

195. “swallow”

196. “i’ll untie you if you’re good”

197. “you heard me”

198. “that was a nice way to wake up”

199. “i want to make a mess of you”

200. “breathe, please”

201. “take it like a good girl”

202. “why don’t you make it up to me?”

203. “you think your begging is going to change my mind?”

204. “i don’t care that you’re sorry”

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 92

Part 1 Part 91

Eddie laugh cuts off with a snotty scoff directed toward Carol when she’d immediately walked to the thermostat to crank it up. Eddie’s face is a mess of blood and bruising, and he’s listing slightly as he walks. Will wants to grab the phone and call for an ambulance. Have all the doctors in their white coats scan Eddie’s brain for damage, his knuckles for breaks.

He clutches Steve tighter into his side, and stares at Carol as she whirls toward Eddie, brow furrowed as she mutters out a tired, “what?”

Her face is just as bruised and swollen, but there’s no blood clotting along her hairline or pouring out of her nose. And her steps are steady as she moves through the house.

The years of friendship and history trail her every movement in this house. The way she fished the key out of its hiding spot, the way she works the Harrington’s fancy thermostat with minimal fiddling. The way she moves with such purpose, like she knows every spot the floorboard creaks and what every cupboard contains.

It makes Will ache somewhere deep, where Mike and Dustin and Lucas live within him.

Did Steve and Carol have sleepovers, performing late-night missions for forbidden snacks and risky science experiments? Did they grow together, here in the Harrington’s empty mausoleum – elementary, to middle, to high school – chained at the hip until the chain snapped?

Will knows Steve in the way he’s a sword and shield. In the way his words take shape, and his body holds space. But he doesn’t know what haunts him through rooms, trailing behind like a ghost he can’t shake.

He knows the shape of his parents, looming in unreturned calls from hospital rooms, and the way sometimes other high schoolers will walk up to Steve around town, clapping his shoulder and shaking his hand like he’s someone they recognize, even while Steve’s smiles turns fixed and blank.

He knows what he’s observed from the edges of ghosts Steve hasn’t been able to hide.

Will wants desperately to know what’s knocking around inside Steve’s head.

They’ll get him back, so Will can ask.

“You really think that’s going to be enough?” Eddie asks, scowling at Carol with crossed arms.

Carol hits the button a few more times before turning back toward Eddie with a raised eyebrow. “What would you suggest?” She says it calmly, sweetly, but Will’s known enough scary people to see the murderous intent in her eyes.

“We run him a bath!”

Carol scoffs. Apparently, they’re trading them back and forth. “You think that’ll be hot enough?”

“The Harrington’s heat their pool in the winter. I should know, I got dragged into Hell through it!” Eddie gestures expansively at the closed blinds blocking their view of the pool.

“What are you—”

“I think they’re boiler can handle a measly bathtub!”

His Mom chimes in agreeing with Eddie’s plan, but Will barely notices. He stares out at the pool past the closed blinds, trying to capture the scene. The Demogorgon getting it’s claws into Eddie and dragging him through the pool. Steve, ever the hero, jumping in after to save his friend.

Had the chlorine burned? Had they been scared?

Will pulls their connection into himself, desperate to feel their liveliness pulling back. Eddie whips his head around, meets his eyes as he tugs back. Steve doesn’t stir at all.

He’s docile at Will’s side, something else holding Steve’s body upright as he’s trapped in his head. It should be a relief, not to have to lug Steve’s weight up the stairs, but it’s not.

Will wants him to settle his hand on one of Will’s shoulders, let go of some of the burden, show he’s still a person somewhere in there, with limits and needs.

But he goes where Barbara and Will prompt him, nudging him forward with a branding hand on his

“How are we going to keep the headphones and blindfold dry?” Carol demands, but she’s following closely behind, hand brushing Will’s side every now and then, like she’s got her palms raised to catch Steve if he stumbles.

“How hard do you think it’ll be to keep his head above water?” Eddie calls from a few steps above,  not turning around but shaking his head hard enough that his frizzy curls fly around, almost smacking them in the face. “Babies manage it.”

Carol doesn’t reply, but when they reach the second floor, she shoves past them all to lead down the hall, past the plaid bedroom where they’d found Steve curled up in his closet last time.

The room she leads them could fit the Byers entire living room and kitchen in it. It’s large and airy, but empty aside from a soulless painting of a cityscape across from the largest bed Will’s ever seen and a chest of drawers with nothing but a vase and a bouquet of fake flowers arranged atop it.

Will stops for a second, gaping around at the lifeless husk passing as living quarters until his Mom clasps his shoulder, pushing him along.

Carol leads them to a bathroom. It’s sterile and white, lighting like a hospital, tub large and deep enough to fit three grown men.

Will stops, staring down at the empty tub, bubbling with trepidation.

Steve’s vulnerable, possessed, and vacant, and now they’re, what? Throwing him into the fire?

This house is already so vast and empty, swallowing Steve back up like it’s been starving for him since he left. Should they do this here, of all places?

Will’s hesitation doesn’t stop anything. Steve’s placid enough that Barbara can lead him on her own. Once she reaches the lip of the tub, she leads Steve’s foot up and over the lip, settling it in. He follows with the other on his own, foot raised at the exact same height before he lowers it to join the other.

Once both feet are in the tub, Barbara pushes on his shoulders, urging him down in the bath, fully clothed.

Eddie’s shuffled up beside Barbara, reaching into Steve’s pocket and fishing Jonathan’s Walkman out, setting it gently on the porcelain tile below the tub. The headphone chord stretches taught, but the jack stays firmly in the port, just barely reaching its destination.

Carol reaches around Barbara, hand on her shoulder to keep steady as she reaches down to stopper the tub. Eddie reaches down, hands on Steve’s shoulders as he pushes him down until he’s prone, head propped up on the lip of the tub to keep the headphones and blindfold dry and in place.

“I’ve got you, Stevie,” Eddie whispers, but his voice carries in the confines of the bathroom. “You’ll be just fine.”

Everyone stares down at them for a moment, stalled at the threshold. Steve’s skin’s turning pink where Eddie’s hands are still holding Steve’s shoulders, pushing down with force, like he’s a mother getting ready to drown her young.

What will the hot water do to his skin?

It’s Mom that moves first. She turns the knob of the tub as high as it will go, and water cascades down.

It only takes a moment for the steaming water to reach Steve’s feet. He gasps, curling his feet into his ribs until he’s in the fetal position.

Eddie just keeps holding him there, whispering things into Steve’s ear that Will can no longer hear over the sound of the water filling the tub and Steve’s own whining gasps.

Everyone else stares, watching his skin turn a vibrant pink, darkening to red as it crawls up the back of his calves.

It’s not until the water starts raising, engulfing his back and ribs that the screaming starts. It’s guttural and loud, deep in Steve’s throat. It’s reverberating, like static from a misfiring radio, echoing strangely off the walls of the bathroom.

It sounds wrong, like nails on a chalkboard. Like the Demogorgon, screeching before it devours its prey. Like the Demodogs howls echoing from beneath the earth.

Something not Steve is calling out its pain from within him. Will hopes, fervently and with all he is, that Steve’s untouched somewhere in there.

Steve jackknifes up, back lurching out of the bathwater as Eddie does all he can to keep him down. Will rushes forward, dropping to his knees hard enough on the stone tile floor that he feels the reverberations all the way through his teeth. He sinks his own hands into the hot bath beside everyone else’s, pushing him back down.

Even with all their hands pushing, it’s a struggle to keep him under. Steve thrashes his head back and forth, Jonathan’s headphones falling off into the water and floating away on the waves made by his struggle.

Eddie’s sobbing, open and loud, tears trailing down his bloody nose and dripping saltwater and blood onto Steve’s own face.

They trail down Steve’s own cheeks, leaving bloody tears that look as if they’re leaking from his own eyes.

It reminds Will of the one time he’d gone to church with Mike, Christ on the cross, dripping tears and blood, a martyr of his own making as he slowly died.

Steve’s been dying by inches. Will latches onto their connection and yanks. Like he can pull him free from all that smoke, off the cross, into the boiling tub.

Beside him, Will feels Eddie doing the same, still weeping. He’s not pushing Steve into the water anymore, the rest of them strain harder against Steve’s thrashing to make up for it.

Eddie’s cupping Steve’s face, fingers digging into his cheeks like claws, opening scratches that mix with the blood already dripping down his face. “Get the fuck out of him,” he snarls, digging his nails in harder. “Do you hear me?”

“Is it working?” Carol demands, breathless with strain.

No one answers. The bathroom is growing hot even for them. It’s filling with steam and sweat and screams. It’s suffocating. Will wants to flee. To curl into the fetal position and wait for Steve to come back. His Steve. Not this thing.

But then he feels Steve pull back. It’s fluttering against Will’s ribs, like a caged bird straining against its constraints. Feathers flying until it’s free.

Eddie gasps, hand slapping against Steve’s face hard enough that the sound of skin against skin echoes even past Steve’s continued screams.

“It’s working!” Eddie cries.  

Will pushes harder against Steve as his thrashing grows stronger, more desperate.

The tubs full now, overflowing and flooding into the bathroom. Only Eddie’s iron-clad grip on Steve’s face is keeping him out of the water and breathing.

“Not fast enough,” Carol says, voice gravely like her throats all clogged up. “Aren’t you the one that said that the little punk girl doing whatever she’s doing could hurt him?”

“What do you want me to do?” Eddie demands shrilly. He’s leaning forward so far over the tub that his hair’s trailing into it, ends wet.

Will wants to tie it up in a ponytail for him the way he does for Mom sometimes when her hands are wet with dish soap. But then Carol lets go of Steve, storming out of the bathroom with a frustrating shriek down low in her throat, and Will’s got other priorities.

“Shit, hold him, hold him!” Barbara calls, and all three of them press down hard, Eddie fighting against them with his clutching hands.

Steve’s still screaming, and crying, and flailing. He doesn’t know it yet, but his oldest friend just walked out on him, just like his parents and every other friend besides those crouched over him now.

It's going to hurt, once he’s back.

Steve’s flailing more now, like that thing inside him can sense the weakness in their ranks.

Will stays and holds his friend down as he shakes. It’s not a surprise when he shakes them free, sending everyone sprawling down onto the wet tile with a splash.

It is a surprise when the first thing Steve does is lunge forward to wrap his hand around Will’s throat and squeeze.

Will gasps, fingernails raking against the back of Steve’s hands where it’s choking him. Around them, everyone screams. 

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Part 93

[unboundprompts]

Random Prompt #91

"What... what are you?"

"I'm anything you want me to be."

[scotianostra]

On 24th February 1923, the world famous steam train, the Flying Scotsman, went into service.

From the 1920s the train was considered the height of luxury. Onboard there were first-class restaurant facilities, a cocktail bar and radio equipment, so passengers could hear the horse-racing results.

There was even a hairdressing salon where men could have their facial hair shaved with an open razor, made possible because the barber's chair was set in such a position that there would be "no jolting". I'm not sure I would have a shave in a moving train!

The train's hairdresser was reportedly known as "Sweeney Todd of the Rails", given his precarious trade.

In 1928 the train broke the record for the longest regular non-stop train journey in the world, when the LNER ran an express service for the entire 393-mile route.

This record would last until 1948, when, unintentionally, the train broke its own record. The Flying Scotsman ran for 408 and a half miles in May of that year when flood damage to the main line caused diversions via St Boswells and Kelso.

Throughout World War II The Flying Scotsman was one of the few titled trains that continued to operate along the East Coast - it carried troops between London and Scotland, although the headboards and roofboards were removed for security.

And, on 21st June 1958, in a historic move which would signal the decline of steam, The Flying Scotsman was hauled for the first time by a diesel locomotive.

The service is currently run by government-owned East Coast.

In May 2011 they relaunched the service, painting one of their locomotives, the Class 91 No. 91101 with Flying Scotsman branding.

At the launch East Coast said the move was "part of our policy of bringing back train names and restoring pride, passion and even a touch of glamour and romance back to the East Coast railway".

It's not all a romantic journey though, just last September there was, what the called a "slow speed” crash with another heritage train hours before visitors were due to board it.

It happened lwhen the ocomotive was being shunted into place to be coupled with the Royal Scotsman train carriages, which were stationary.

A spokesman for Royal Scotsman train owner Belmond described the collision as “minor” and said there had been no major injuries.

"We are grateful for the prompt attendance by paramedics who were on site to assist the few passengers and team members who sustained minor injuries,” the spokesman said.

"One passenger and one team member are attending hospital for a precautionary check-up.

"All passengers have been transferred to a hotel where our team is on standby to offer support and to assist with our guests’ onward travel arrangements."

Last year ater travelling 10,000 miles across the UK as part of its centenary celebrations, world famous locomotive Flying Scotsman will spend the first part of 2024 on static display at the National Railway Museum in York before resuming rail tours later in the year.

The custodianship of The Flying Scotsman is up for tender later this year, so by this time next year I may be telling you about new "owners"

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #91

Wes Weston had made some pretty bad decisions in his life. Several of them were made today, in fact. Like slipping back into his old obsession with exposing Phantom as a practice ground for his newer investigative journalist methods. Like choosing “Why Superman would need a day job (and therefore a secret identity)” as his practice topic. Discussing the topic with his internship mentor in a public place like a coffee shop was probably a bad decision. Getting into an argument with another random patron at the shop and switching from hypothetical arguments to physical evidence was a bad decision in general. It was made even worse when it turned out that random patron was Lex Luthor, billionaire and Superman’s self-proclaimed personal nemesis.

Winning that argument (Possibly. The man seemed doubtful, but was willing to entertain the idea.) and being goaded into starting a whole profile on what Superman would look like and what work he would do in a civilian secret identity was definitely not a good decision, especially in front of his internship mentor Clark Kent- who fits the profile to a t and looks just like Superman.

Wes knows these were all very bad decisions for one very good reason.

“You look just like Clark Kent.”

Superman laughs from right outside his window. Eighth floor! I’m on the eighth floor and the fire escape is on the other side of the building! The same laugh as when the other new intern, Tom someone-or-other, made the reverse statement the other day. The man, the all-powerful benevolent alien of a man, looks him in the eyes and says in the exact same tone,

“I know.”

[angelltheninth]

Hello! I know you said you were not planning to write for HOTD but this is a request just in case you wanna do more: smut prompts #91 "Behave." and #92 "What did you just say?" for Harwin Strong. We have gotten crumbs from him in the show but I feel he'd be into brats

I'm not against writing more content for HOTD honestly, especially if I like the character I'm writing for.

Pairing: Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, teasing, praise, gentle kisses, sex starts out gentle but turns rougher, gentle dom Harwin, bratty Reader

Word count: 1.1k

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A/N: Another thing that helps with getting me to write stuff for the fandoms you like is if there's hot characters in it. And A Song of Ice and Fire has always had plenty of those for everybody.

91. "Behave" + 92. "What did you just say?"

You knew from the moment you saw him walk into your tavern that Harwin was a guaranteed good time in bed. A fact that proved to be true later that night, after many rounds of flirting and dancing and groping, when Harwin took you into the room he got for the night.

His hands were so rough and they were never too far away from your body and neither were his lips, even while the two of you scrambled out of your clothes. It took Harwin a little to unbuckle off of his belts, and you constantly palming at his hard on didn't make things any easier.

"I sure hope you're not planning on sleeping tonight miss." He growled against your neck when he finally got all his clothes off, his hands circling your hips and almost throwing you onto the bed, his legs already making room for his body between yours.

"I could ask you the same." You stroke his cock, it feels just as strong as the rest of him, with thick, pulsing veins running along the shaft, "You talk a big game Ser Harwin, but are you sure you back back it up? I've met quite a few knights that talk big but fall quote short."

Harwin chuckled, a loud and rumbly sound from deep in his chest. He gently slapped your hand away from his cock before gathering the drops of cum on his fingers, "Well after tonight I'm sure you'll have at least one good night to remember." He ran the pads of his fingers through your wet folds, smearing them with his cum, slowly coming up to your clit and circling it with his thumb.

Your hips jerk up, almost spasming from the teasing but delicious contact. He moved his fingers away just as you started to establish a rhythm, which made you let out a frustrated groan. You tried to roll your hips against him, only to be pinned to the bed. "Behave. Be patient."

Try as he might he couldn't hide his own lust, even though he wanted to make it seem like he was fully in control as he slid his cock along your cunt, sending tingles up your spine with every passage and press of his cockhead against your clit.

If this was about endurance to see who broke who first you could certainly play that game. With a wicked smirk you pushed a hand between your legs, making Harwin back up a little, curious. You winked at him as you plunged two fingers inside yourself, making sure to get as much of his cum in as you could.

"What did you just say?" You replay, your smirk morphing into a slack jawed gasp. You didn't bother holding your moans back, or going slow, letting him hear every lewd thrust.

Harwin inhaled and exhaled hard, his cock twitching in jealousy. "It seems like you're in need of discipline." His reached out and grabbed your wrist, gently pulling your fingers out and closing his mouth around them, licking them clean and releasing them with a wet pop, "Lucky for you I know how to handle people like you. Especially women like you."

Pinning your hands above your head he lined himself up with your pussy hole, teasing you by just pushing in the tip in and out. You writhed and rolled your hips into his in frustration but it didn't make Harwin go any deeper. Every time you pushed against him he pulled back, leaving you wanting more.

"I thought you were going to show me how to behave. If that's all you got then I'm better off using my hands." You knew you were just provoking him further, but you didn't care, he could get as rough or gentle as he wanted, you didn't care, and apparently neither did he. "Fuck, stop teasing and just put it in already."

"So bossy. You've very cheeky for someone who's about to get that pretty, glistening cunt pounded." Harwin growled playfully before he sheathed his entire length into you all at once. "But that's what you want isn't it?"

"Shit!" Your legs snapped closed around his hips, the heels crossing over his tailbone, "It's girthier then it looked."

"And by that tightness, to your liking." Harwin pulled out, then slowly slid back in, spreading your inner walls into the shape of his cock more and more with every stroke. "Let's see if you still have your bratty attitude when I fuck your brains out." He grit his teeth while his hips slapped against yours quicker, rougher, getting progressively rougher, showing you his prowess and power.

With one hand he pulled your wrists over your chest, keeping a firm grip on them while his other hooked under your thigh and lifted it over his shoulder, tilting your body slightly to the side, his cock reaching even deeper then before.

It wasn't long before you let go, your eyes staring into his as you squirted and gushed and clenched around his cock. As he felt your walls clamp down on him he increased his pace, the bed shaking from the force of his thrusts.

Just as you started to calm down from your high Harwin grinned down at you. He leaned down and captured your lips in a long kiss, his hips still pounding into yours, even with the shorter, sloppier thrusts. It didn't take him long to come inside you with a groan, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white, sending you into your second orgasm.

He didn't stop moving, in and out, slow and caring, until he felt your body go slack against the bed and your lips fell away from his, taking deep breaths to calm your beating heart.

"You want to know something sweetheart?" He asked as he lazily dragged his lips across your neck, his thumbs smoothing along the oncoming bruises on your wrists. You hum as he lays behind you, his cock falling out in the process. You press your thighs together in an effort to stop the cum from flowing out but to very little success. Harwin wraps his arms around you and pulls your back against his strong, yes surprisingly soft chest, "I think you're the best thing about this shabby old tavern. And definitely the sturdiest." He laughed as he shifted his weight, making the bed creak.

"Think we can break the bed?" You grin at him over your shoulder.

It was clearly a challenge, and Harwin was not one to back down from one. "I got you to submit did I not?" His cock was inside you faster than lightning. "The bed will be easy."

True to his word the two of you did indeed break the bed by the end of the night, after which you moved to fuck against the wall and ending up falling asleep on the mattress which ended up on the floor a few rounds before. Harwin assured you he would pay for the damages and for a better bed. After all you just got yourself a guaranteed repeat patron, he has to make sure that the tavern is up to his standards.