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The Black Kaiser's Nightmare

Duncan Vizla x Assassin!FemReader

A/N: Shout out to beelmons and G for their endless support and help with my fics <3 :') where would I be without y'all?

Summary: You run into your long-time nemesis in the last place you ever expected, but things take a turn for the worst when you find yourself stuck with him during a snowstorm.

WC: 7.2k words

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), enemies to lovers speedrun into the bed, mentions and depictions of violence, fighting, accidental assassination of a third party, some serious bickering, abundant cursing, rough sex (unprotected, don't do it at home!), choking, very light knifeplay, dirty talk, slight degradation mixed with some praise, rampant sexual tension, ooey gooey lovesick fools who are just SO SO STUBBORN, I think that's it but lmk if I missed anything!

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Triple Oak, Montana.

It’d been a while since you’d last found yourself in such a quaint little town, especially in the middle of winter, but you supposed you’d been in way worse places. It was barely even on the map, which made it a convenient place to lay low. 

You didn’t have to worry about interacting with many people, and you sure as hell didn’t think you’d encounter anyone you knew. At least for the time being, you felt like you could relax just a little bit while you made plans.

In a few more days, you’d continue driving north and cross the Canadian border into Saskatchewan, where you were meant to carry out your next assignment. Your target was a skeevy arms dealer that had to move his whole operation out of Serbia and was now shacked up somewhere in the vast prairies. 

You’d been tracking his activity for some time, slowly narrowing down the list of possible locations. You’d also scored some insider information about a big upcoming transaction with a terrorist cell, and your goal was to get to him before the sale was finalized.

Successfully eliminating him would pay handsomely, and you were already planning on a months-long vacation in which you’d go fully off the radar. Preferably somewhere by the beach, where you didn’t feel the constant threat of frostbite.

You pulled into a small gas station — the only one to be found in a long stretch of the highway between the town and more secluded cabins  — and occupied one of the three measly pumps. There was only one other old pickup truck next to you, but the owner was nowhere to be seen. 

You blew hot air into your hands as you walked into the convenience store, eager for some coffee despite how shitty it was. 

“Hey Lou,” you said to the now familiar attendant, the little bell above the door ringing as you pushed in. “How’s it goin’?”

“Eh, slow, the usual,” he shrugged. “At least it’s decently warm in ‘ere. They say there’s gonna be a snowstorm over the weekend, starting tonight.”

“Shit, really?” You groaned, not only because you loathed the freezing temperatures, but because it would set you back by a few more days. 

“Yup, perfect time to cozy up with the missus back at home.”

You poured yourself a large cup of black coffee and snapped the lid on top. On the way back to the register, you grabbed a couple of magazines and a pack of Ding-Dongs to eat on the road.

“Well, lucky you,” you said, putting everything on the counter. “I gotta find ways to keep myself busy and warm in case I lose power.”

As you spoke, the door to the restroom opened behind you and a tall, rugged-looking man stepped out. His eyes instinctively flickered between the two of you, even if he couldn’t see your face. He lingered close to the back, trying not to bring attention to himself.

“You sure you’ll be good all by yourself out there?” Lou asked. “Enough supplies and all?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself,” you said, fishing cash out of your wallet. “Give me thirty on number two, also.”

“You got it, tough gal.”

You chuckled as he rang you up, glancing outside. The man behind you tensed, gripped with the dread that came with sudden recognition. Your voice was one he knew well, the very same one he’d heard all seventeen times he’d almost died. Well, eighteen if he counted that one brief altercation in Belfast.

And that laugh… How many times had it been directed at him? Taunting him, teasing him, driving him utterly mad. 

It was perhaps the only thing that stopped him from actually getting rid of you that one night you slept so soundly at some shoddy little hotel in Madrid.  He’d watched your chest's steady rise and fall from his spot in the darkness, and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

And now he’d most likely have to pay for the consequences of his mercy. 

Lou looked over your shoulder at him, but you didn’t immediately notice since you were absently flipping through one of the magazines. 

“Need anything else, Duncan?” He offered. “Pack of Winstons?”

Your skin prickled at these two very familiar details, but you didn’t move, still staring down at the magazine without actually reading. It was probably a mere coincidence. Really, there had to be dozens of Duncans in the world that just so happened to smoke Winstons.

But then, a very particular smell reached your nose — cheap cologne you didn’t know the name of, with strikingly bitter notes that had flooded your nostrils when his hands were tightly wrapped around your neck.

You glanced up at the fisheye mirror above the register… and there he fucking was, in all his deadly glory. The Black Kaiser himself.

You couldn’t help an amused huff, especially after hearing the faintest rustle of a knife being unsheathed under his coat.

“Are you sure you want to stab me with that, old man?” You said slowly over your shoulder. 

“Less impersonal than a gun. I owe you that much, don’t I?” he said with that deep, gravelly voice of his that always made a stubborn tingle form at the base of your spine.

Your hand just barely inched towards the hidden holster of your gun. “Oh, but you know I get a little crazy when the knives come out.”

Lou looked between the two of you, confusion and a tinge of fear in his eyes. 

“Uh, you two know each oth—”

Before he could finish his sentence, you whirled around and shot Duncan’s head. He ducked, but not before hurling a large knife at you in return. You dove out of the way, hearing it whizz right past your ear, and it sank into Lou’s forehead with a wet thud. His body slumped behind the counter, blood spraying over the stuff you’d intended to buy.

“Hey!” You yelled from your hiding spot. “I didn’t even get my change back!”

“You’re not gonna need it anymore,” he said gruffly, his voice not too far from you. “But before that… want to tell me what the fuck you’re doing here?”

“I could ask you the same,” you said, glancing up at the fisheye mirror once more. 

Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t get a very good look at where he was, but you couldn’t stay put. You slowly began to inch to the end of the aisle, staying low. “Let me guess, you missed me so much these last three years that you decided to hunt me down.”

He scoffed. “Three years was not nearly long enough time away from you.”

You dove around the corner to the next aisle, but he wasn’t there. You started pulling yourself forward, but suddenly you were flipped onto your back. You were about to whip your gun around, but it was harshly knocked out of your grasp, sliding against the linoleum. You thrashed against the weight that pressed down on you, but he pinned your hands down beside your head. 

“Who sent you?” He asked. 

“No one sent me, you paranoid geezer!” You sneered, driving your knee up full force right into his crotch. “Not everything’s about you.”

He growled at the pain, swaying to the side, his grip on your hands relaxing. You pushed him off of you, scrambling to get to your gun. Right as you managed to get a hold of it, he was on you again, pulling you back by the legs. You tried twisting around all the way, firing another shot semi-blindly. It narrowly missed his shoulder, shattering one of the windows.

“Can’t kill me without paralyzing me, eh, little Nightmare?” He taunted.

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

You swallowed a scream as he stepped on the hand you held your weapon with, his heavy boot cracking your wrist. Your fingers splayed involuntarily due to the pain, and he bent down to take the gun. He kept it pointed at you as he removed his boot from your wrist and grabbed your arm.

“You’re coming with me,” he stated, starting to pull you up. 

“Like hell I am!” You spat, but you froze as you felt the barrel pressed against the back of your head.

“You were saying?”

He dragged you to your feet, leading you through the broken window, glass crunching under your boots. The wind seemed icier than it had been when you first arrived, which made you remember Lou’s warning about a snowstorm.

There was no way in hell you’d be stuck with him during it, so you’d have to find a way to weasel out of his grasp… and kill him in the process. 

He led you towards his truck, but you pretended to trip at the last second, bending down and retrieving a knife you had hidden in your boot. You stabbed backward, aiming for his femoral artery, but he moved and the knife stabbed into his thigh muscle instead.

“Motherfucker,” he hissed through clenched teeth, but he didn’t let go of you, tightening his grip on your arm. He fired off a warning shot into the air, which made you flinch a little. “Try me again and I won’t hesitate to put the next bullet through your thick fucking skull. I only have so much patience.”

He shoved you into the passenger seat of the truck, managing to tie you up with the seatbelt. Your bound hands were still slick with his blood, and you smiled triumphantly at him as he slid into the driver’s seat, immediately peeling out of the gas station.

“This is what gets you hard, isn’t it?” you said, raising an eyebrow at him. “You’re kind of a sick fuck, old man… but I didn’t expect any better from you.”

He said nothing, instead momentarily glaring at you. He grunted as he pulled the knife out of his leg, tossing it out of the window. You grumbled about him owing you a knife, but he continued to ignore you. He drove mostly in silence, winding through the icy roads as he gripped his wounded leg with one hand.

So far, it had been one of your tamest encounters. Really, it had all sort of felt like a game, but neither of you had won quite yet. After all, a game such as this could not be left unfinished.

Usually, the circumstances were vastly different. Your respective agencies had assigned you the same target a couple of times, and it always turned into a competition on who would finish the job first. As it turned out, the two of you were very competitive.

You’d left plenty of souvenirs on each other every single time you crossed paths – broken bones, an assortment of scars, and bruises as dark as the midnight sky. You wondered vaguely how much more damage you might make by the end of the day.

Why neither of you had succeeded in killing each other was… a bit of a mystery. Maybe he saw something in you that reminded him of himself, or perhaps he was growing soft with age. He would never admit it, but he’d had plenty of fun in this deadly dance with you so far, and it seemed a shame to let it come to its conclusion so soon. 

He’d have to do it though, after some thorough interrogation.

Soon enough, he pulled up a long gravel road hidden among the tall pine trees. In the clearing ahead, you saw what you supposed was his cabin. It was modestly sized and a little dilapidated, but at least it seemed to be sturdy enough to withstand harsh conditions.

“Nice place,” you said sarcastically. “I don’t suppose you have many visitors?”

“Rarely,” he said without looking at you. “I like the quiet. No one’s going to bother us here.”

“You mean no one’s gonna come running when you scream?”

He grunted, readjusting his position in his seat. You were mostly tied up at the arms so your legs had some room to move. Rookie mistake on his part, which you would definitely take advantage of. 

Before he could pull up in front of the actual cabin, you leaned back and kicked at the steering wheel. The truck swerved to the right, throwing you against the window. He tried to correct it on time, slamming on the brakes, but the snow made it careen right into a tree. 

It wasn’t a tremendous crash, but the windshield still broke, glass raining down on both of you. You were both disoriented for a moment from the whiplash, but then you began to untangle yourself from the seatbelt. You kicked at him when he tried to reach for you, but he managed to pin your legs down.

“Can’t you stay put for one fucking second!?” He growled, fully bracketing you between his sturdy legs as he freed you from the seatbelt. 

You panted heavily, trying to thrash beneath him, but he only pressed his legs tighter against your sides. A small, high-pitched whine escaped your lips as you felt the air being squeezed out of you, and you stopped moving. 

“Satis…fied?” You managed between gasps.

“Not nearly,” he said, grabbing a fistful of your hair as he pulled back. “Come here.”

He kept a firm grip on it as he dragged you out of the truck and towards the cabin. He wobbled a little with each step, his leg still bleeding some. 

“I warned you about the knives,” you said. “Even if you didn’t let me finish having fun.”

He chuckled sardonically. “No, you’re mistaken. The fun is only just beginning.”

He led you inside and locked the door behind him, making you sit down on a rickety chair. He bound your hands and feet with duct tape, wrapping some of it around your torso and the back of the chair for good measure. You decided not to struggle for the time being and instead ponder on your next move, covertly glancing at your surroundings for anything useful.

When Duncan was sure you wouldn’t be able to bolt, he went to grab something from an adjacent room, returning with his version of a first aid kit and a bottle of vodka. He looked at you from the corner of his eye as he undid his pants and lowered them to his knees.

“I didn’t realize it was that kind of fun,” you said, raising an eyebrow. 

Still, your gaze was drawn to his crotch first before trailing further down to the injury you’d caused. Rolling his eyes, he plopped down on the bed, which creaked a little under his weight. 

He took a long swig of vodka and then poured some on the bleeding gash, hissing through his teeth. Your expression of slight amusement didn’t change as he glanced at you once more, taking out a needle and thread.

“I have to be careful about infections, who knows where that knife of yours has been?” he said.

You merely watched as he began stitching himself up without so much as a grimace. His breathing was slow and steady as he concentrated, and you found yourself entranced by the precise movements of his hands.

An obscene thought about those hands wriggled into your mind, but you immediately pushed it away. It was all the more reason for you to get the hell out of there, especially now that his pants were down.

As he was finishing his stitches, you leaned forward onto your tiptoes and then threw yourself back as hard as you could. The chair broke apart under you, the force of the blow and the angle in which you fell spraining one of your wrists. The adrenaline made you barely register the pain, and you quickly wriggled out of the tape wrapped around you.

You pulled a Swiss army knife out of your boot and hastily sawed off the tape binding your ankles. He swore as you stood, lifting your arms and slamming them down to free your hands. You stumbled towards the front door and yanked it open.

Outside, the wind howled ferociously and a thick flurry of snow limited your vision of your surroundings. You felt the unforgiving cold slicing through you as you hesitated, knowing deep down that your chances of survival were very slim. 

Still, you were reckless enough to try and brave it. You started towards the steps when you were yanked back once more, your back pinned against the wall and Duncan’s hand around your throat.

“You just don’t fucking learn, do you?” He growled. 

“You only caught me because I hesitated, old man.”

His grip tightened a little in warning. “Didn’t anybody teach you never to hesitate?”

“There is a very fine line between foolishness and courage, you know…” The corners of your mouth twitched, an amused gleam in your eye. “I wonder how often you cross from one side to the other.”

He clenched his teeth and an absolutely devious, cheshire cat grin spread across your face. The mere sight of it made his blood boil with both rage and arousal, and he felt it flowing southward. Your back instinctually arched towards him, as if you could somehow sense the sudden influx of violent desire, and became infected by it.

You stared at each other for a charged moment before he suddenly fell upon you, intent on devouring you. His lips clashed with yours in a fierce kiss and you buried your fingers in his hair, tugging at it as you retaliated.

You bit his lower lip hard, making him groan into your mouth. You used this opportunity to slide your tongue against his, and he moved the hand that had been around your neck toward your jaw. Without thinking, you pressed harder against him, your fingers about to slide under the hem of his sweater.

He clasped your wrist to stop you, assuming you were reaching for some hidden weapon. You whimpered slightly, painfully reminded that it was in fact sprained. He pulled back to look at you, both of you panting heavily and still clutching each other tightly. 

“I fear that line was blurred a long time ago, and I suspect it’s the same case with you,” He murmured. 

His words broke through your daze and you immediately pushed him away from you, cradling your injured hand against your chest. A maelstrom of emotions roiled inside of you, predominantly confusion and a worrisome throb between your legs. 

“And what now?” You asked, glancing out of the window. “It’s clear neither of us are going anywhere any time soon.”

“Now we weather the storm,” he said, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“No, seriously.”

“I am being serious.”

You huffed in annoyance, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I… can’t believe I’m asking this right now but, maybe we can… put the killing each other thing on hold for a few days?”

“So you were coming for me.”

“No! I wasn’t!” You threw your hands up exasperatedly. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business, but I have work further up north. This was just a pit stop.”

He assessed you for a moment, trying to find any clues that you were lying. You stood your ground, keeping your eyes on his face. He sniffed, leaning against the wall to get his weight off his injured leg. 

“I’m fine with a temporary truce, but only if we both keep our weapons in plain sight at all times.”

“I am a weapon myself, big boy.”

“So am I. I suppose we’ll have to keep an eye on each other as well, then.”

“Fine,” you huffed, stomping to the couch and pulling it over to the kitchen. “I’ll stay on this side of the cabin, you can stay on the other side.”

“What!? This is my house!” He scoffed.

“Yeah, well, I’m being generous by letting you keep your bed. Not to mention, your life.”

He rolled his eyes, limping back over to his bed. “Whatever you say. Now, can I please fix my stitches in peace for one fucking second?”

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There was no sleep for the entirety of the first night. 

The cabin creaked and groaned, straining against the disastrously strong wind. Your breaths fogged up in the air as you shivered under the thin blanket Duncan had given you. The cold seemed to seep into your very bones as if punishing you for your decisions. To distract yourself from the chill, you kept an eye on his prone form across the room, knowing well he wasn’t sleeping either. 

When dawn broke, a thin grayish light filtered into the room. The storm raged on and all you wanted to do was doze off, but you were still on edge. You clenched your jaw to keep your teeth from chattering, irritated by a headache. Your mood didn’t get any better when Duncan rose from his bed, crossing towards the kitchen.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You inquired, not moving an inch.

He stopped in his tracks. “I’m hungry. Don’t you want to eat?” 

Your stomach growled in answer and he lifted an eyebrow in slight amusement. You unwillingly threw the blanket off of you, getting up with an annoyed grunt. 

“I’ll give you the food. Let’s see what you’ve got,” you said, rummaging through the cabinets.

“I could just show you…”

“No, stay on your side. Even better, why don’t you go sit back down on your bed?”

He followed orders, not really wanting to start quarreling with you so early in the morning. You finally found some oatmeal packets in one of the cupboards, and you took out a few and poured them into a pot along with some water. You left it to boil over the stove top, crossing your arms over your chest and turning to face him.

“How’s your leg doing, anyway?” You asked. 

“Fine. Why do you care?”

“I really don’t.”

He chuckled. “Good thing you’re a better assassin than you are a liar.”

You sighed deeply. “Well, it is your house, I should at least have some manners.”

He scoffed, still amused. “We are way past manners. Our only courtesy to each other would be a painless death.”

“Oh, really? Painless?” You arched an eyebrow. “Did you forget Lisbon? And that grenade launcher you stole?”

“Okay, well, I wasn’t technically aiming at you. You just happened to be in the way,” He argued. “And it’s not like you haven’t given me the same sort of treatment…”

You shrugged one shoulder. “It’s only fair.”

The two of you lapsed into silence as you turned your attention back to the pot. Once the oatmeal was ready, you spooned it into two bowls and walked to the invisible line that divided the cabin in two.

He got up and met you there, reaching slowly for his bowl so as not to seem threatening. Not that you were viewing him that way, anyway. At least not in the clearly exhausted state he was in. 

“Careful, it’s hot,” you said. “Need me to blow on it first?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, resisting the lure of your impish grin. He figured it was perhaps the more masochistic part of him that made him so drawn to you. Always pushing him, testing him, keeping him on the edge. He would never admit it to himself — much less to you — but it made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t for a really long time.

He muttered a quick thank you before heading back to his side of the room, plopping down on the bed and immediately digging in. If he burned his mouth, he showed no indication of it, but you still huffed in amusement. 

When he was done, he said nothing as he lied down, his back to you once again. A little confused and wary, you watched him as you slowly ate. Soon enough, his breath evened out into a steady rhythm, and you assumed he’d fallen asleep.

You glanced over at the dining table, where the two of you had laid out all your weapons, and considered them for a long moment. 

It seemed too easy to have such a window of opportunity. Normally, you’d have jumped at any such chance, but once more, you hesitated. Not out of any sort of newfound benevolence, but something deeper than that. Something that had been gnawing at you since the previous night.

In the end, you opted not to do anything. Surely, it was bound to be a mistake to not have killed him at that moment. But that would be a problem for another day, perhaps when the storm was over. 

You sat down on the floor by the foot of the couch, back resting against the frame. Sleep deprivation was starting to hit you as well, and you knew that if you were to lay down you would certainly fall asleep. Instead, your eyes focused on the suspiciously peaceful sight of Duncan sleeping. 

The longer you stared, the blurrier the lines seemed to get. Literally. His broad form was smudged into a single sphere, and without much thought about it, everything suddenly went black. 

Until… Shit. 

How long were you asleep?

It had been long since you’d last awakened to a man in front of you, let alone holding a knife to your face. The blade shone in your half-open eyes, reflecting the setting sun outside the window. You must have been unconscious for over two hours.  Stupid, so very stupid.

You blinked the haze of sleep out of your eyes and followed the glint to his fingers, his forearm, up his broad chest and shoulders, until it finally landed on his face. 

 “So, the game ends at last, huh?” you muttered, your gaze not wavering from his.

“Could’ve ended long ago, but it didn’t,” he said, once again looking every bit the coldhearted killer he was. You could still see, however, the presence of doubt in his dark eyes. “Why didn’t you kill me?” 

“I knew you weren’t actually sleeping…”

“Even so,” he pressed, straightening to his full, imposing height. “You didn’t even try. Why?”

You blinked, not really having an answer, not one that would satisfy him at least. What's more, you had a set of questions of your own, ones that would likely also have no answer. 

The words slipped before you could even think about them. “Why did you kiss me?” 

Silence hung between you like a heavy drape. You were cornered in more than one sense. Windows for precaution and escape had long since closed, maybe even since the moment you ran into him in that little gas station. And through hardships, you learned that if there’s no way back, the only way is forward. 

The wound in his thigh didn’t seem to bother him as much anymore, so there was no way you could outrun him. You looked down to avoid his scrutiny and he used the back of his knife to force your chin back up. 

He didn’t speak, but his eyes bore into yours, almost as if seeing through them into parts of you that were foreign even to yourself. The flat part of the blade trailed up to your cheek in what could be interpreted as a caress. 

Your hand unconsciously intended to return the favor, running up his knee to his thigh, extra cautious around his wound. You noticed a change of pattern in his breathing, and so you looked down only to find one of the answers you sought — the print of his hardened cock cruelly imprisoned within his pants. 

“Oh,” you breathed, surprised. Then again, when the reality of what you were looking at fully sank in. “Oh.”

Your hand moved on its own accord again, slowly slipping further up his thigh. Again, he tightly grabbed your wrist before your fingers reached their target, and you hissed in pain. He immediately let go, withdrawing the knife as well.

“Are you hurt?” He asked. 

“A sprained wrist isn’t gonna kill me,” you said, keeping your hand on his leg to drive your point across. “Now that, on the other hand, has to be taken care of.”

“Taken care of, huh?” He rasped, his voice hoarse with want and self-directed anger because of it. 

He raked a hand through your hair, gathering it in his first and pulling your head towards his crotch. He pressed your cheek against his bulge, his hips bucking ever so slightly. 

“And how do you suppose that’s gonna happen?” He added.

“I have a few ideas if you’re open to them,” you panted, ignited in a way that almost fully consumed you. 

His eyes searched your face for a moment, drinking you in as he searched for any indications of doubt, and then he whispered, “Are you sure?” 

This time you didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

He saw the feverish gleam of hunger in your eyes as he pulled away and unbuckled his belt, pushing down his pants. The outline of his cock was even more prominent through his briefs and you couldn’t help a sharp intake of breath at the sheer size of him. He was still holding onto your hair, stepping closer and effectively cornering you against the couch. 

You boldly started to reach for the hem of his briefs, but he said, “No. I want you to use your teeth.”

“Getting a little bold there, old man,” you said with a smirk, keeping your eyes on him as you dipped your head to plant a soft kiss on his thigh, right by his stitches. 

He winced slightly at the contact, but you could see his cock throb against the fabric covering it.  Your smirk only widened, “But I gotta admit I’m pretty impressed so far. Didn’t even have to slip a blue pill in your oatmeal.”

He gripped your jaw, clicking his tongue in disappointment. “I think you need more proof, actually. Allow me.”

With his free hand, he roughly tugged down his briefs and his cock finally sprang free — so thick and long and just fucking perfect — hitting his lower abdomen. The head of it glistened with precum, which he spread with his thumb. You shifted in your seat, biting your lip as saliva flooded your mouth.

“Open,” he ordered.

You immediately complied, wondering when the fuck you’d gotten so obedient. He gripped the base of it and fed it into your mouth slowly. You wrapped your lips around it, feeling it slide smoothly against your tongue. 

A small groan escaped him, his head tipped back at the first rush of pleasure. You hummed a little in response and he felt the vibration of the sound against his shaft. His hips began to move again, shuttling his length deeper into your mouth, until you could feel the head of it reach your throat.

He let you steady yourself by placing your hands on his legs, his hand returning to the back of your head as it bobbed up and down. Then suddenly, when you’d reached the very base, he kept your head down. Your nose was against his pelvis, your deep, even breaths fanning against the fine hair that curled there. 

Your nails dug into the flesh of his legs as you staved off your gag reflex as best as you could. Still, you couldn’t help but squirm a little, already pretty slick between your thighs.

 He cursed under his breath as he let you come up for air, an obscene string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

"If I knew you were such a cock drunk slut, I would have dropped my pants much earlier just to shut you up,” he said with a smug grin, looking down at you.

“More bold words from someone who’s only gonna last this round. I’m gonna have to take care of myself after you’re done,” you taunted lightly, making him pull at your hair.

You kept eye contact with him as you stuck your tongue out and traced it over a large vein on the underside of his shaft. You left a trail of wet, sloppy kisses as you made your way back to the tip, and he lightly slapped it against your tongue a couple of times before pushing your head back down on it. His balls tightened momentarily as he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, and you knew he was enjoying himself much more than he let on.

"Well, if it's gonna be only one, might as well make good use of it, don't you think?" He said, pulling you off of him and making you stand up.

His lips were on yours in the next moment, just as desperate and hungry as the first kiss. He kicked his pants off the rest of the way and yanked your sweater off along with your thermal undershirt. He reached for your pants, but you slapped his hand away, extricating yourself from his lips to undo them yourself.

As soon as they were off, he turned you around and bent you over the back of the couch. There was a wet spot in your underwear that made him smirk, but he also couldn’t deny the way his cock throbbed at the sight.

“This is in the way…” he grunted, tugging at your bra strap.

Before you even registered what was happening, he brought the knife back out and sawed the bra off of you. You let out a gasp that was both surprised and indignant as he proceeded to rip your panties off with his bare hands, tossing the scraps of fabric aside.

“Hey! Those are the only ones I have here!” You huffed, glaring at him over your shoulder. “Unless you have a secret stash of women’s underwear, you seriously owe me.”

He nudged your knees apart with his leg. “I don’t think you’re going to need them while you’re here. You were already ruining them yourself, anyway.”

Before you could retort, you felt him push inside of you slowly, grabbing your hips as he let out a low moan. 

“Fuck…” you sighed without thinking, leaning your elbows against the back of the couch. 

“Yeah? Does that feel good?” He cooed condescendingly.

“In your drea–”

His hips snapped into yours harshly, interrupting you. You felt the heat of him against your back as he leaned over you, his breath fanning across the side of your face. 

“If I were you, I’d be careful about lying again. I might just stop and leave you all drenched like this, with your hands tied behind your back so you couldn’t touch yourself.”

He felt you clench around him at that and his smirk turned victorious. He kissed and sucked at your shoulder and neck, making sure to leave plenty of marks. His thrusts were hard and deep at first, hips barely pulling back as his weight pinned you down.

You let out a sound that was a strange mix between a whimper and a gasp as he bit into the tender flesh of your shoulder, hard enough to leave teeth marks behind. The jolt of pain mixed with pleasure – not to mention the slight shame that came with the feeling of your arousal dripping down your inner thighs – only fueled the fire that was steadily growing within you. 

Then, a little mindlessly, you pleaded, “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

He straightened immediately, readjusting himself to start pounding into you at a nearly punishing pace. You bit your bottom lip to try and keep quiet, but wanton sounds of pleasure escaped your throat despite your efforts. He was hitting a spot that made your head spin, tugging you backward onto his cock to meet his thrusts.

The lewd sound of flesh slapping together, along with your collective pants and groans, filled the room. He reached forward to grab your throat again, keeping you semi-upright as he continued to take you. In truth, he was focusing hard to stave off his release. He had plenty of stamina for his age, but the way your cunt took him so perfectly, as if molded just for him, was enough to have his balls tightening again. 

But he would never hear the end of it. 

Your legs began to shake a little as the coil in your belly tightened, threatening to snap. “I-I think I’m gonna cum, fuck…”

“Not yet,” he said firmly, immediately stopping his motions. 

You cursed him under your breath, beyond frustrated. You pushed your hips back, intent on fucking yourself on him, but his firm grip stopped you. He landed a firm smack on your ass, making you involuntarily clench around him. He hissed, feeling the strong urge to give in and continue fucking you until you came all over his cock, but he kept his composure. He wanted to keep indulging you for as long as he could, still not fully believing he wasn’t just having a dirty dream.

“Do that again and I’ll rip your fucking head off,” you snarled as he pulled out, grabbing your arm and leading you toward the bed.

“I told you I was going to make it count.”

He tossed you onto your back on the bed, crawling on top of you and pushing your knees up to your shoulders. He positioned himself between your thighs and sank back into your cunt with no further preambles, his strong body covering yours once more.

His hands cradled your head as he began to move again, reaching impossibly deeper than before. You clawed at his biceps as he ground his pelvis against you, making your brain practically short-circuit.

“There we go… See? I knew you could take more,” he said, kissing the corner of your lips. “Are you scared I'll pull out again? You keep sucking me back in.”

Too dazed to form words, your lips chased his so he would kiss you properly. Your tongue trailed over his upper lip enticingly, and he opened his mouth so his tongue could meet yours. This kiss was deeper, less frantic, finally giving yourselves a chance to taste each other properly. 

Soon you were clenching around him again, too distracted by your mounting pleasure to continue kissing him properly. 

“Fuck, don’t stop, Duncan. Please, please, please, just like that,” you begged desperately, moaning as he moved to kiss your jaw. 

“Yeah? You want me to fill you up, too?” He rasped against your skin. “Claim this needy cunt all for myself?”

You nodded eagerly, face contorting with ecstasy as you held onto him for dear life. Your muscles seized up as your climax washed over you, overpowering your senses. His hips stuttered as you cried out, your hot flesh molding into his like the deepest embrace. 

He kissed you again as he felt his own release rippling over him, groaning into your mouth as he shuddered, unable to hold himself back any longer. He thrusted hard a few more times before remaining fully inside of you, and you felt heat flooding your cunt. 

A whimper of slight overstimulation escaped you, but he soothed you with a whispered praise in your ear. You couldn’t help but smile beatifically, almost purring in content as he kept his cum inside of you.

As you both rode out your highs, your kisses turned lazy, almost tender, and even the way he held you felt different. Somehow, in some deep recess of your mind, it seemed right… and that scared you a little.

Still, you tried not to let it get to you then. Not as he leaned his sweaty forehead against yours, still panting, and said, “I think I tore my stitches.”

You chuckled. “You should probably take care of that, then.”

“In a minute…”

He disentangled himself from you, pulling out and sliding his body down between your legs. You tried to draw your thighs together, but he stopped you, planting a kiss on your mound.

He spread your lips with two fingers so he could see his cum trickling out of you, but then he pushed it back in with those same fingers, making your hips jerk slightly.

“T-this was a one time thing, you know,” you breathed, trying to sound firm. 

He barely glanced up at you, seemingly unbothered. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

But only an hour or so later, you found yourself riding him on the couch. Then, he took you against the wall, over the kitchen counter, off the edge of the bed, and subsequently on the floor. He seemed intent on making sure you never questioned his endurance ever again.

Even throughout the night, you slept sporadically, pawing at each other whenever you stirred. Not many words were exchanged during this time, but that didn’t mean your mouths weren’t put to good use. As usual, you both wound up with bruises, bite marks, and scratches all over each other, but the intention behind them couldn’t be any more different.

The storm died sometime during the night, but instead of fleeing right away, you let him hold you until dawn broke. There were too many new questions floating about in your head, but you weren’t really sure you wanted the answer to any of them for the time being. Perhaps it was simply best to let what happened remain in the past and simply move on.

As quietly as you could, you got up from the bed, cleaned yourself up, and dressed. You sheathed your weapons, avoiding looking at him as you prepared to leave. When your hand was on the doorknob, his voice stopped you.

“You didn’t kill me again,” he said. “Should I take that as an indication that you like me?”

You looked over at him, frowning. “Absolutely not. I’m serious, this was the last time it’ll ever happen.”

“I’m not sure I can trust your word.”

You huffed, irritated. “Well, you’ll have to. I intend to keep it.”

You yanked the door open, about to stomp outside, but you heard the creak of the bed as he sat up. 

“You know, I’m going to be in Portofino in a few months. I heard it’s beautiful there in the summer, and I figured I could use a vacation.”

“Are you trying to make yourself an easy target?”

“...Maybe.”

“And if I decide not to hunt you down?”

He raised an eyebrow. “If?”

You grimaced. “All I’m saying is don’t get your hopes up. I’m a very busy gal, I don’t have time to play cat and mouse with you.”

“And who’s who in that analogy, hm?”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. “Goodbye, Duncan. Truce is over, do you hear me?”

“I’ll see you in Portofino. Make sure you bring sunscreen.”

The door slammed shut behind you. 

---——-

Part 2 out now!

[hugedancys]

✨ Duncan Vizla x Reader ✨ 

You find the man who assassinated your family and move in next door. He's not what you expected.

Tags: AFAB Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Daddy Kink, Mentions of Blood and Gun Violence

Words: 3175, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

[doki-doki-imagines]

Happy B-DAY!!

Gift for @mcdonaldsnumberone. With all the smut ideas we had I ended up writing the fluff one with a hint of angst lol. Hope you like it and again; happy birthday!

Daughter of Athena!Reader x Son of Aphrodite&Ares!Yukimiya Kenyu.

Prompt: A is losing control/berserking, despite dangers, B rushes in to help. The fic starts when things have calmed down

Tw: suggestive but nothing happens, description of wounds and blood.

Kenyu still can’t understand what really happened. First, he saw that damn son of Apollo, Kaiser, talking to you, and then blank, everything black, shouts of people he doesn’t recognize and smoke, a lot of smoke.

“Kenyu stop!” Your voice, finally a sound he could recognize.

“You are a real idiot Kenyu” Your voice breaks his trance. He is sitting on an old chair in his bedroom, sitting is a nice way to describe how slumped he is on it. His muscles scream and he hears a constant whistle in his ear; at least he has you in between his open legs patching him up.

He doesn’t reply, he just looks at you and nods, his vision foggy and his broken glasses somewhere on the floor.

You sigh, your crush for him really makes you forgive his every action; at least you know your feelings are reciprocated. Because you know what pissed him so much. Kaiser really shouldn’t have pushed him that far, kissing your cheeks so near your lips was a new addition to the established script. You got your answers but played a little too much with fire, you can already hear the future earful from your mother “Next time count to ten before bothering a hornet’s nest, even more if it’s the nest of a son of Ares...”

The room is silent while you clean his face from blood with a wet rag, your movements delicate on his beautiful face. Your chests go up and down, inhale and exhale, so near but so afar, your eyes full of sorrow, his chocolate ones filled with shame. You break eye contact, dropping the rag on the floor, face blank, Kenyu bites his lower lip ‘till he breaks the skin “I really fucked up”.

Your eyes meet again, one of his curls is now hiding his left eye so you gently brush it behind his ear, the sweet contact of your fingers makes Kenyu shivers.

He is so weak. And he so wants to kiss you.

Thankfully you do. Your soft fingers grasp his tense jaw and your lips meet. It’s a soft contact and last way too little, but it is enough to make his heart sink, die, and be reborn. Your lips meet again, the contact is still soft and still last too little, no words exchanged just your breaths mingling with each other.

But it isn’t enough. Like some pressure on his lips could satiate his hunger. He wants to gobble you up, Kenyu is gonna eat you entire with one bite.

He grips your thighs, his rough hands manhandling you in his lap, the apex of his tongue teasingly tracing your lips “Let me in” and you do, obeying his silent order completely enhanced by his lips. He wants to feel your skin, he wants to share your warmth, he wants your breath, Kenyu wants you.

And you feel it, the desire to conquer you, his desire heavy in his breath and you absorb it like a sponge, feeling warmer and warmer at every lick of his tongue invading your mouth, at ease like it always belonged there, each sucks a shock that makes you tremble on his lap.

You feel so pathetic but so happy, the whirlwind of emotions fogs your brain even further.

“F-Fuck! Damn-“ Kenyu breaks the kiss and his head goes backward, his face contorted in either frustration or pain, maybe both.

Kenyu wanted to lift you up, bring you to his bed have his way with you, but his muscles snapped, it hurts like crazy and he flops again against the chair.

Your surprise quickly dissipates, a smile gracing your face, you shine as the sun and Kenyu needs to close his eyes a little, still caressing your thighs up and down, the cotton of your pants soft, but he’s sure your skin would feel better.

“Kenyu you need to rest-“ He groans “We have all the time in the world, we can continue when you’ll feel better.” You kiss him again, soft as the first you shared, your arms around his neck, hugging him as delicately as possible.

“We also have to tell Zeus what happened.” Kenyu groans louder under you, the sound makes you giggle like a fool.

“Later, now you only have to relax.” You lift up from his lap, helping him lay in his bed.

“Sleep well, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You better be” Kenyu thinks, “we have to catch up a lot of lost time” the last thought before he falls asleep like a baby.

[pochunts]

JONETTA KAISER GIF PACK

— ✰ on the page linked below in the SOURCE LINK, you will find ( TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY ) hq gifs of JONETTA KAISER sourced from her role as SONYA KARP in the only season of VAMPIRE ACADEMY. jonetta is 27 (b.1994) but was 26-27 while filming this series; her ethnicity is currently unknown. all gifs were cropped at 245x145 and were made from scratch by feifer for roleplaying purposes only. therefore, i am taking full credit for these. DO NOT: add these gifs to any other gif hunts, gif sets, edit, redistribute, claim as your own, use in real-life celebrity rps, smut rps or for smut writing. DO: please give this post a like or reblog if you found these useful or have any intention of using these.

gifs feature: Mia Bruce-Mckenna, Max Parker, J. August Richards.

warnings/triggers: Kissing, open flames (candles), bar, bright light, neon lighting, powers, conversations/dialogue about the dead, visuals of self-harm (climbing on ledge), animals (bird, bats), transformations (black eyes, fangs).

[raleighcarreras]

perfectus

Part 1: and I know I said go slow

Pairing: wanda maximoff x black!fem!reader

Rating: M (language)

Wrd Cnt: 1.5k+ maybe?

Warnings/Tags: friends to lovers, angst, slow-ish burn, eventual smut

Part(s): 2,

Summary: You're determined to be in a committed relationship by Valentine's Day. So what if it's a capitalistic holiday that holds no real significance. In your 25 years of life, you've never had a Valentine and if you make it to 26 the same way, you might just jump out of a window. So, you and your best friend Wanda have 60 days to accomplish the impossible.

Little do you know, your Valentine has been right under your nose the entire time. And Wanda has a plan of her own. Sorta.

Notes: trying my little hand at a rom-com because I get to do whatever I want around here. here's the playlist for this fic. the title song is 365 by Katy Perry & Zedd. Translation done by Google translate of course.

Falling deeper than before. Say that you are ready, lock it up in a heartbeat.

How early was too early for stores to start prepping the shelves for Valentine's day? Christmas was still a week away. Certainly, you would have thought that would be too early.

But the Walgreens closest to your and Wanda's apartment had other ideas. They were shoving the teddy bears with hearts sewn to their paws right next to the teddy bears with santa hats sewn to their heads.

Even worse? They blended together seamlessly because everything was red!

You had crossed your arms and pouted severely as you recounted the blasphemy you had encountered (while trying to retrieve your daily vitamins and a bag of baked cheetos) to your best friend, Wanda Maximoff.

"Are you even listening, Wands?!" You shrieked something serious.

Wanda only peaked one of her eyes opened, "Yeah."

You flopped onto the couch heavily. You threw your feet to one end and laid your head in her lap, "Then what did I say?"

"You said that it was stupid to put the V-day stuff out so early but you only feel that way because it reminds you of how lonely you are."

You stared up at her, "That isn't what I said in the slightest."

"No, but it's what you meant."

You scrunched your nose up in offense, "I don't like you."

Wanda smiled softly, "Liar."

"You smell like smoke."

Wanda laughed out loud at that. She gestured for you to get off her lap so she could extradite herself from the couch, "That's what happens when you're a volunteer firefighter. Sometimes, you encounter fires."

Wanda stretched dubiously, as if to empathize her point. Her wife-pleaser raised above her midriff. You made it a point not to look. You had always been envious(?) of her body in a wierd homoerotic way that you rather not explore.

"Did you save everyone?"

Wanda walked over to the kitchen, probably in search of a Nutri-Grain bar, as was her routine.

"No one to save. Some teen thought it would be funny to light a match next to a newspaper stand."

You stretched your neck over the edge of the couch to see her. She was upside down in your vision, but you would make do.

"My brave bestie."

Wanda mumbled something that you couldn't hear.

"What was that?"

"I said it wasn't really about being brave. I could have thrown a cup of water on it and it would have been fine."

"Well, I still think you're brave. Even though you didn't run into a burning building today, doesn't mean you haven't before. And you're doing it for free? You're a hero in my book."

Wanda's cheeks reddened, "Thanks."

You hummed, "Where's Kaiser?"

"Who? Oh! I locked him in your room."

You gave a scandalized gasp and jumped up. You ran to your room, opening the door to the saddest puppy you have ever seen in your life.

You picked up the german shepherd and husky mix, cuddling him into your chest. You walked back into the livingroom with a scowl.

Wanda huffed, "What? He screams for you when you leave and I was trying to take a nap before I go to the bar."

"Your mommy is so mean, isn't she, my little kaiser roll?" You're 76% sure he nodded at you in confirmation.

"I'm not his mommy. He hates me! Despite having saved him from a tree. He's a dog, why was he in a tree!?"

"He's adventurous and he can smell your fear." You thought back to the day Wanda seemed to reluctantly come back home with a random puppy, despite not having left with one.

She told you that she had to boost Natasha into the tree during one of their shifts and in the process Natasha had stepped on her face to retrieve him. No one else could take him home and they didn't want to drop him off at a shelter because he was clearly not that smart. Wanda drew the short fire hose.

"He's the size of my shoe, I'm not scared of him."

"You're still a bad mom. Say sorry to our son."

Wanda turned to you with an incredulous look that quickly turned exasperated when she saw you were serious, "I'm sorry, Kaiser."

Kaiser gave her a look that was clearly meant to be perceived as triumph over Wanda.

"He said apology accepted."

Kaiser barked.

"No he didn't."

You placed Kaiser down on the floor and watched as he curled into a ball at your feet.

"Anyway, back to the problem I brought up earlier. I refuse to be without a Valentine next year. Tony is inevitably going to rent out your bar for a stupid little love day party and if I don't have a date I think I might explode."

Wanda returned to the livingroom. Kaiser nipped at her ankle when she got decidedly too close to you.

"Who cares if you have a date or not? You normally don't."

Your groan forced you deeper into the couch, "Exactly! All of our friends probably think I'm a loser and unlovable. And...and fuck, I just don't want to spend another year alone."

Wanda's brows furrowed, "You're not alone. You have me. And I know for a fact that you're not a loser and extremely lovable."

You pressed the palms of your hands into your eyes, "You're supposed to say that. You're my best friend. If you didn't think that the bestie police would like arrest you or something."

"That's not a real thing."

"Sure it is. And so is me needing to be boo'd up in the next 60 days." You crossed your arms over your chest.

"I'm still not understanding the rush-"

"Wanda, when was the last time I brought someone home?"

Wanda wished she didn't have to think so hard, "Oh! Three nights ago!"

"That was Pietro. And I definitely didn't fuck him. One, because he's gay, and two, because we were in here the whole night and you were with us!"

"Yeah...okay, last week?"

"That was Natasha." You deadpanned.

"The week before that?"

You rolled your eyes so hard Wanda feared she have to catch them when they fell out and rolled to the ground.

"That broad was here for you!"

Wanda sunk into the couch cushions, "Damn. It has been awhile."

"See?!"

"But that doesn't mean you need to fall over yourself to find someone by Valentine's day. Besides, we always do Galentine's instead. What about that?"

"Technically, I need to find someone before then because I want to be in a committed relationship by V-day. We can still do Galentine's with Nat and Carol. It'll just have to be earlier in the day." You said easily. You didn't notice the miffed expression Wanda was giving you.

"How are you going to even do any of this?"

You smiled brightly, turning to face Wanda, "With your help, of course! And probably Nat, Tony, Carol, and Sam's too. You guys will find me suitable dates. And we'll go from there. I'll even reactivate my Tinder account."

Wanda's frown deepened even further, "But you hate Tinder."

"That's how you know I'm serious about this."

Wanda watched as you frantically typed away on your phone. Informing your friends of your plans and setting up multiple online dating profiles.

"There's no talking you out of this, is there?"

You only shook your head with an infuriating smile.

"Fine. I'll ask around I guess."

"Yay! Thank you, Wands!" You threw yourself into Wanda for a hug. Wrapping your arms around her neck as much as you could.

Wanda patted your back.

"Youre welcome, Detka. At least this way I know they won't be the losers you normally have an affinity for."

You pulled away, "I do not have an 'affinity for losers'."

Wanda raised an eyebrow, "Which one of your exes has not been a loser?"

"Carly!"

"We were 16 when you dated Carly. She was definitely a loser."

"Jackson?"

Wanda's eyes widened, "Jackson tried to cheat on you. With me!"

You shrugged, more than over that by now, "Yeah, but he was so hot. And his dic-"

"Okay. You win. Moving on."

Kaiser hopped up onto your lap.

"Your mommy is so easy, Kai."

Wanda just scowled.

"And your dumbass agreed to that?"

Wanda huffed for the fourth time that evening.

This little coffee break with Natasha and Sam was not going well. She thought they'd be on her side when she explained the crazy episode you had the day before.

But instead, they were just staring at her like she had three heads. She wasn't the crazy one. You were!

"What do you mean? I had no choice. She volunteered me!"

Sam blinked. Once. Twice, "Did it not occur to you to just say 'No'?"

"Of course it did. But I couldn't!"

It was Natasha's turn to blink blankly, "And why not?"

"B-Because!"

Natasha and Sam shared a glance.

Natasha shook her head in astonishment, "Oh my God."

"What?" Wanda asked softly, thinking something was wrong.

"oH. My. GOd." Sam, for his part, looked just as confused as Wanda.

"What, Natasha?!"

"YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH Y/N!" Natasha exclaimed with a half shriek half laugh thing that caused her to choke. Sam patted her softly on the back while looking at Wanda in shock.

"Заткнись на хрен." Wanda said through gritted teeth, looking around the fire department's lounge like you would pop out from behind a light fixture at any second.

Sam pouted, "Hey, no Russian. Bucky still won't teach me anything. Not even the cuss words."

"She told me to 'shut the fuck up'. Which obviously means I'm right, Sammy boy."

Sam turned to Wanda, "Then why did you agree to this!?"

Wanda blew out a latte scented breath. The cat was out of the bag and there was no getting it back in. So, she might as well have leaned into it.

"Because she asked." Wanda shrugged.

"You simp. I'm so ashamed of you right now." Sam said with a shake of his head.

Wanda rolled her eyes, "When was the last time you said 'No' to Steve?"

"This isn't about me, Wanda."

"Anyway, so you're actually going to let her go on dates and potentially find a life partner even though you like her?" Natasha asked with a concerned grimace.

"Yes. As long as she's happy. If she liked me back she wouldn't always put me in second place."

Natasha shook her head, "That's not fair! You're always in second place because she doesn't even know you're in the damn race."

"And you're not going to tell her, are you?" Sam said with a soft, sad smile.

"No. I'm going to help her get ready for her dates with a big smile on my face. And if she finds the love her life. I'll be happy for her."

"Wanda?"

"Yes?"

"You looked like you were going to burst into sobs while saying that."

Wanda scratched at the side of her head, "Yeah. I'm-uh-still working on that."

Sam was silent for a moment, "Can we make a deal?"

"Depends?"

"If she still hasn't found a Valentine by February 13th, you ask her. And not in a 'besties gal pals BF4EVA' way. In a 'if you took off literally any peice of clothing even a sock I would have to change my pants' way."

Wanda dismissed her blush with a breathy chuckle, "Deal. But we all have to take this assignment seriously. I'm a last resort. No setting her up with losers."

Natasha and Sam both looked reluctant to shake hands on those terms, but they did anyway.

"Deal."

[itjazzbicch]

Pouring Hearts

Pairing:  Ludwig Kaiser x Fem Reader 

Summary: Next Part of Unlike Anyone Else:

The reader keeps both herself and Ludwig away from Gunther so they can be content and stress-free, their relationship deepening when Ludwig takes her out on a proper date...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) 

Word Count: 2.6k 

Author's Note: Just saying, hope y'all are ready for a series because I cannot stop with him now lolol

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

Just like I already knew, Ludwig was okay, but I was still very upset with Gunther. I didn't even want to think about him and I made sure he didn't cross Ludwig's mind either, stealing him for some time together, making sure happy thoughts were in my mind.

Doing what we loved most, I joined him for some workouts and training in the ring.

"Gosh, Y/N," He rolled out of the ring huffing, but with a smile on his face, "You have always been incredible in the ring."

"I always try my best," I rolled out too, standing at his side while he took a drink of water, keeping a smile on my face as his arm wrapped around my waist, kissing:

"And that's why you're the best."

No one has ever made me feel so soft and blushy, returning his kiss to thank him for his kind words, very intrigued by his next words:

"So, I had an idea."

"That idea is?" I pulled away to meet his gaze, growing even more blushy at the sight of his handsome smile:

"I want you by my side and so, let me treat you to a proper date tonight."

"That sounds lovely, Ludwig," I gladly accepted, butterflies in my stomach from how stunning his smile grew.

"Seven a good time?" He suggested, and I quickly nodded:

"Seven is perfect."

"Perfect," He smiled more, leaving me with one last kiss while in his embrace.

We got done working out at about one and the moment I stepped foot into my house, I flew up to my bedroom, raiding my closet for the perfect outfit, heels, jewelry, showering, and making sure my light makeup was nothing less than perfect.

Fixing a few strands of hair in the standing mirror, I took a step back to evaluate myself. The black, velvet dress I chose stopped at right above my knee, a slit in the left side to reveal my thigh a little, heels a perfect match, only keeping my diamond earrings and matching necklace.

I wanted to look good, but not overdo it. My outfit had perfect balance, but I was still so nervous. Ludwig and I have been friends for years, but now we were starting to date and there was no avoiding the nervousness.

Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, telling myself to just be the same old me who's known Ludwig all this time, and everything will be just fine, then my doorbell rang.

Seven right on the dot, grabbing my handbag and meeting Ludwig at the front door. I've never seen his eyes sparkle as they did at that moment, offering his hand as he cooed:

"You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Stop it," I whispered with a smile, making him laugh because I looked to the ground, trying to hide my heat-filled cheeks.

"So, keep telling you how absolutely beautiful you are?" He was the friend who liked to tease me and it was nice to see that wasn't changing, holding hands and heading down the small set of stairs:

"You're such a sweetheart," I kept smiling, loving how much of a gentleman he was, getting my car door and letting me in, not responding, but a bright smile on his face, noticing that there was some nervousness of his own that he was fighting.

He was so much better at hiding it than me, not so nervous when we were just ourselves, heading out for dinner and even in the classy atmosphere, we were still poking at each other like we always did, but he was still such a gentleman and kept the romance in there too, knowing exactly what we wanted for our meals, being treated to my favorite wine.

Our date was probably the most perfect date in history, finishing up dinner but that wasn't the end. I drank the last bit of my wine, eyes wondering out to see a small dance floor and I couldn't help my mind daydreaming, till I felt his hand on mine:

"Care to dance?"

"You dance?" I smiled, ready to go and learn, keeping hold of his hand as he stood, helping me out of my seat:

"Come with me and see for yourself, my love."

Head over heels was about to be more than just a phrase for me, his confidence beaming and a sweet tenderness in his words and move movements. It felt like I was dreaming while making our way out to the dance floor, the people around us disappearing the moment one hand found my hip, the other taking my hand in his near his chest.

I felt like a princess who just found her prince charming and sure enough he could dance, just us and the music, knowing how to follow each other's footsteps, having me giggle a bit when he tried to take me by surprise with a quick twirl.

Twirling right back into his arms, hands resting easily on his chest, getting lost in his blue eyes, heart skipping beats, saying softly:

"Ludwig..."

"My love," He smiled back, waiting for what I was going to say next.

I was so blown away from the amazing night we were sharing, instead of words, I caressed his cheek, pulling him closer to kiss.

With his hands squeezing my hips, closing the gap between us, my hands slid down his shoulders and back to his chest, gripping at the collar of his shirt, breathless when our lips parted. It wasn't our first kiss, but it felt like it again, bright smiles on our faces, noses nuzzling, having him giggle when I playfully pulled his shirt:

"You're coming home with me."

"I have no rebuttals, whatsoever." He kissed my nose softly, keeping his arm wrapped around my hip as we made our way off the dance floor, finishing up our date, but our night surely wasn't over.

I never smiled so much in my life, our hands interlocked almost the entire time on our way back, leading him to the couch once we came back to my house. Sitting, I leaned over to turn on the lamp, apologizing:

"Hope you don't mind. I just need to relax my legs for a moment."

"You're fine," He assured, uncrossing my legs and taking my left one softly, somehow knowing right where it was a little tense in my calf, taking it all away with a soft, deep massage.

Leaning against his shoulder, I closed my eyes and hummed, so happy with how tonight went and learning that it wasn't ending there, his head laying softly on top of mine, rubbing up to my knee:

"Feeling better?"

"Much better," I whispered, mind slipping into deeper thoughts, bringing both legs closer to his hand, letting my leg rise when he rubbed over to my right thigh, pulling it across his lap, nose nudging down to mine to bring my head up to his:

"Good."

My whole world changed every single time he kissed me, not wanting to leave it, wanting to be all over him with his hand making its way up my thigh, squeezing tight under its meaty side while my hand was unbuttoning his shirt, slipping in to feel all over those incredible abs of his.

"Did it get hotter in here or is it just you?" I giggled at how corny that was, but it was so true how damn hot he was, watching him rip his shirt open the rest of the way, flaunting his physique, playing along:

"I am pretty hot."

Lord that confident smirk of his only added to how hot I was getting, unable to help myself and feel again, except feeling further down this time, fingertips feeling the line of his hard-on, palming down to feel his length, thumb circling his head softly, whispering against his lips:

"You are so damn sexy, let me tell you."

Palming him sent him over, ready for more, and I showed him that I was too, holding onto his shoulders as he scooped me in his arms, not the first time he's been in my home and so, knowing exactly where my room was, placing me on my feet softly when we met the edge of the bed, wanting just one thing before taking another step further.

"I do love this dress," He smiled, hand feeling the soft velvet, slipping around to my back and finding the zipper, watching it starting to slip off and fall down to the floor, actually so lost at the sight of just me in my panties, breathless in his word, "But God, you're gorgeous in just your skin."

"You just never stop making me blush," He was always finding ways to keep my heart going double-time, sliding his shirt off of his shoulders, stepping out of my panties, having to look when he began to undo his belt, thumbs at his waistband, line of his inner hips so defined, perfectly groomed and eyes even more impressed than my hand was.

Again, I couldn't help myself, feeling down his abs again and this time, taking his cock softly, stroking gently, working him faster as he grew even harder in my hand.

"Uh, oh," I giggled softly, noticing how he was biting his lip with his eyes on my hand, desirous and keen, so I teased a little more, "I know that look."

"That look?" He wanted me to explain and his smirk showed that I was exactly right, kissing:

"When you're having certain thoughts, you make that face, and I already know that you're a sweetheart, but you're no saint."

We shared a slight chuckled while his eyes darted away for a second, looking back at me, ready and pushing on the pedal hard:

"Nope."

His hand threw my hips into him, the picked me up to lay me in the center of the bed, crawling back some when his lips smacked mine, taking the time to feel all over and learn my body since I already had my turn.

From my arms up to my shoulders, both hands covering my breasts and taking a squeeze, kneading, pressing them together while grinding against me softly, head dipping down for his mouth to learn too, hands still working and feeling both thighs, spreading my legs a little wider.

I was so sensitive, already moaning at the soft nibbles on my breast then my nipple, kisses leading over to the other to do the same, up my neck to hear my gasps, arm around his head and holding while his tip circled all of the wetness at my entrance, pushing in softly.

Letting me have the time to adjust, feeding soft thrusts and working in his length, we reverted a bit to our playful ways, him starting first:

"You telling me that I'm no saint makes me wonder..."

Knowing what he was going to say, I held his face with our noses touching, giving a sexy look, voice nice and soft:

"I'm no saint either and know that, you don't have to be so gentle with me. Sure you know that can handle-"

"Something like that?" He cut me off with a quick thrust, having our hips smack and it made my jaw drop but kept me smiling, nodding:

"Oh yeah. That's-"

Again, I didn't finish, moaning instead at another thrust like that, his hips keeping them coming and soon, turning me into a moaning mess that was melting into the bed:

"God, Ludwig!"

Even with some dirty talk and a small change from a more romantic mood like we were at dinner, there was still the intense, fiery passion that we always shared, it wasn't just sex. He had me going for a while, switching from that quickness to a slower pace once I came the first time.

Showing me how long he could go for, he let me have my turn on top of him, learning his body more and how he liked things from a receiving standpoint, but still had me a mess.

Hair in my face, I was trying to keep myself up but was shaking from how tight my walls were clenching him, keeping him in so deep and hearing a slight squelch, another orgasm coming around and I could barely process it.

"Ludwig, I-; It's just so good," I whined, trying to apologize in a way for not keeping a grip on myself, but it didn't bother him in the slightest, holding my hands and slowing the pace down to a stop when my extreme high lowered a little.

"You just keep enjoying yourself, love," He fixed my hair away from my face and behind my ear, laying on our sides, beginning to position my leg upward and over his, hand rubbing up and down my side, "One more time?"

"Please?" I got exactly what I wanted, letting his arm slip under and hold me, "I can't get enough of you."

"And I can't get enough of you," He cooed into my ear, kissing behind it, hand squeezing my breasts softly while pushing back into me softly, whining at the friction that was so much stronger, not too slow or too fast, still hitting every sensitive, sweet spot that made my chest start heaving again.

My orgasm came back around quicker than the first two, taking his free hand and holding it tight, so deep into thoughts and feelings that I wasn't afraid to admit to him:

"Ludwig, I love you."

There was a silence, but he took my chin, turning my head and whispering:

"Look at me."

I listened, holding in the noise wanting to fly out of me with his hips and cock still working, heart ready to burst from the look in his eyes when he truly meant:

"I love you too, Y/N."

Just that had me falling off the edge, let alone the deepest, most real, and passionate kiss stealing every last particle of air in my lungs, hand wrapping around his head and holding him tight, trying not to break up our kiss from whines, but with two fingers on my clit rubbing quickly, cock beginning to throb and still working so good and quick, other arm holding me tight, I had to.

Gasping and shaking, I was holding on with all my strength, body curling slightly, twitching and it was all so good, crying out:

"Damn it, I love you so much, Ludwig!"

Cuming for the third time was so intense that I was just stuck, head falling back into him limp, trying to breathe but was completely overtaken by the pleasure and bliss, a smile forming on my face still at his soft kisses up my neck between words, noticing how he was beginning to pant hard:

"And I love you. So, so much, my love."

Hearing him call me that made my smile even bright, gripping his hand again, interlocking, and his squeeze was tighter than mine, groaning pleasurably at the hard throbs of his cock, seed hot and strong while shooting deep into me.

"Tonight-" I really needed to breathe, but I had to explain since we were pouring our hearts out, "Tonight has been the best night of my life."

Pulling me back softly a bit so we could face each other, I didn't remember a time when he was smiling so purely, caressing across my temple and down my cheek, breathless too, but much like me, having to smile back:

"Undeniably, the night of our lives." 

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Imagine: Duncan seeing you after a long time

Duncan Vizla seeing you after he broke up with you for your own safety. He saw you. He saw how big of a smile you had. How your hands held the umbrella firmly while your body shakes with coldness coursing through your body he kissed so many times. How the rain held you hostage underneath its ungodly power, how much of your clothes still gave you a regal glow, and how your eyes sparkled when you looked for something. No. Someone. He saw a new person next to you holding your finger in theirs. The fingers he wanted to wrap in his cold hands. The smile got bigger now as your eyes looked down on the person... a baby, not even 2 years of age. Your laughter rang into his ear acting as a key letting all of his memories of you be thrown back onto him. You held the girl's hand with a soft squeeze, listening carefully as you passed the road. He watched. He couldn't believe it. Your kid. Maybe his. Duncan stops in his tracks seeing you stop at a food truck ordering your cheesiest nachos. The girl looks around seeing him hiding between a street lamp. She stares. Her piercing gaze reminding him of well his own. She smiles with your signature smile. You grab the take away food nudging your daughter to get a move on. And Duncan stays watching as the girl waves to the stranger and he waves back to his daughter.

Not my best work but it was an idea I had.

[skeeloo]

Heyo, I’m Skyla and welcome to my Black Clover blog!

Although my main purpose for this blog is a writing blog, I also draw stuff with ocs or just random art pieces!

Masterlist

Inbox Status: Gates are open bbies 💚

Behind The Blog ✨

As stated, I’m Skyla but if you’d like please call me Sky for simplicity if you wish!

💚 is like my favorite emoji to use- been a staple since ye old amino days

I call everyone Dude/bruh regardless of gender so I hope that doesn’t bother anyone ^^;

I’m 15, as stated in my bio so pls don’t act weird, as I’ve never had any bad experiences happen with creeps before and I’d like it to stay that way 😅

I’m also a sophomore in Highschool! I’m very nice and chill but I just have trouble interacting with people, even online cause anxiety ✨ hi moots!

I’m also a huge procrastinator... sometimes... ok most times

I love Yuno, Klaus Asta, Leopold, Mimosa and Mereoleona with my entire heart, the DT too! Im also a HUGE Simp for said characters

What I write! ✨

Headcannons

Scenarios/short stories

Some Oc fics

Incorrect quotes/ BC characters as things my friends have said

I do cannon character x cannon character, reader x cannon character and sometimes oc x cannon character but usually that last option is on my own terms or requests from good friends of mine ( mutuals, people on discord, etc- yes you, even if we don’t interact like that and you are a moot, it includes you!!)

Who I write for!✨

Mostly every character, even those we’ve only seen in the manga but with a few exceptions, those being the following

King clover

Sekke

Damnatio

Kaiser

Mars

Fana

Vetto

Solid

Nebra (idk how to write these Silva siblings I’m so sorry

Unless I say otherwise or are in incorrect quotes

What I WILL NOT write

🚫 Nsfw, gotta keep this blog clean, yunno? Also it’s weird asking for smut from a minor, weird shit-

🚫 Pedophilia/ Adult x Minor

🚫 Incest

🚫 anything involving self harm, eating disorders, etc- since stuff along those lines tend to be triggering

⭕️ doesnt include like for example take a Fuegoleon x depressed reader, it’s just the triggering stuff!

Rules

“Said play with my pussy but don’t play with my emotions” - Doja cat I love the song

Please do not rush me... like at all, I don’t appreciate it and I’m sure you wouldn’t if you were in my shoes as well ^^

Every time I do a x reader I do gender nuetral so if you want a specified gender, please specify in your request!!

Do not request NSFW, the ask will be deleted, I won’t waste my time with that

My inbox is open for interaction! So don’t be shy to drop by and say hi!!

I belive that to be it for the most part, so with that being said, hopefully you can find enjoyment in my writing endeavors and occasional random drawings and shenanigans!

-💚✨

[earthsickwithoutyou]

Chapters: 4/6 Fandom: Hannibal - Fandom, Hannibal Extended Universe - Fandom, Polar (2019) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Graham/Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser Characters: Will Graham, Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Romance, Angst and Fluff and Smut, domestic cuteness, Duncan is an emotional mess, Will is in loooove, Daddy Kink Summary:

In this fic, Will Graham takes the place of Vanessa Hudgens' character of Camille from Polar. The story picks up soon after the movie's conclusion. Although he's falling for Will, Duncan doesn't think the younger man could ever feel the same about him. Meanwhile, Will finds himself in love with the last person in the world he ever meant to fall for, the man he moved to this town to kill.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

the anonymous who requested Duncan here 🙋‍♀️, what about as a scenario our dear reader waking him up because she needs more of him?

GODDDDDD YESSSS!!!! Thanks for requesting I loveeee writing for Duncan (the rare times i get to 🥲) <33

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Duncan came to awareness as he felt your hand snaking over his midsection, fingers brushing over his happy trail. Still, he pretended to be asleep for a moment longer, if only to let you continue exploring.

Insatiable, he thought to himself. It felt like his head had just hit the pillow mere minutes ago, spent after hours of satisfying each other’s voracious appetites.

But no, it was the darkest part of night, and it seemed like the flame had been stoked inside you once more.

He felt your lips on his chest next, featherlight, teasing. You left a trail of kisses slowly heading downward, and it took all of his self restraint not to move.

But his body stirred regardless, and you smirked with satisfaction upon seeing his hardening cock twitching upward.

“Not so sneaky, am I?” You whispered mischievously, feigning innocence even as you kissed a spot right beneath his navel.

He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, shifting his hips. Of course you’d known he was awake. You knew well how to read him.

“Subtlety is not your strong suit,” he teased, his gravelly voice thick with the remnants of sleep and lust. “But I don’t think I can complain.”

He reached down to stroke your face, fingers trailing to your lips. His thumb gently pulled down your lower lip and you opened your mouth for him.

“Can I have you?” You purred, grinning in the most charming, seductive way. “Please?”

He sucked in a sharp breath as you licked his thumb, wrapping your lips around it.

“I’ll make sure to really put you to sleep this time.”

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[stingslikeabee]

Tag  eight  people  you’d  like  to  know  better!

Favorite color: I used to be a very edgy kid who replied ‘black, blue and silver’ straight away (whereas pink used to be my favorite as a child). Nowadays I still like these three quite a lot but I’ve branched out to others - I also like deep red and green hues. :)

Last song I listened to: It was ‘Kiss Me’ by DEAD END, which is a longtime presence in my old playlist of ‘songs to write smut to’ but now makes me sad because of YOU’s passing last June.

Favorite musician: I’m a sucker for most Japanese old school bands (GLAY is my #1 band, but other favorites are LUNA SEA, BUCK-TICK, PIERROT, Nightmare, DEAD END/Creature Creature, some D’ERLANGER - ironically enough I was never a big fan of Dir en grey or L’Arc~en~Ciel, or even X Japan). Other bands/singers include Panic! at the Disco, Bon Jovi, Shakira, Foo Fighters, U2, Skank, Alice Merton, Lady Gaga, Muse, Kaiser Chiefs, Tribalistas, Franz Ferdinand, Dua Lipa, Florence + the Machine, Gloria Groove etc etc etc - I even like classical music pieces (Georges Bizet’s ‘Carmen’ has a special place in my heart).

Last movie I watched: I think it was ‘Knives Out’ and I friggin’ LOVED it.

Last TV show I watched: As in the last TV show I finished or episode watched? It would be ‘La Casa de las Flores’ for the former and ‘Yu Yu Hakusho’ for the latter - believe it or not I had never seen Yu Yu Hakusho as a kid and I’m watching it from the beginning with my boyfriend haha..

Favorite character: of all time and all media? Prooobably Captain Jack Sparrow, with FFXII’s Balthier ranking a close second and apparently giving away I have a type? Just guess who my favorite character in ‘Once Upon a Time’ was hahahahaha (yes, it was Hook).

Sweet, spicy or savory: Not too sweet or too savory but tasty is fine for me!

Sparkling water, tea or coffee: I’m that snobbish person that now likes sparkling water after an espresso after lunch? But individually considered, coffe/tea.

Pets?: I am a cat person - I miss my little cat angel to this day but I no longer have pets of my own. I’m a pet... Auntie, tho? My sister has a dog (named Spock) who’s the cutest dog ever and I’m not even a dog person??? He’s crazy charismatic. o_O

tagged by: @devilreno (thank you!!! also your replies were so funny fdjfnjdsf) tagging: I’ve seen this quite a few times on the dash so steal and tag me so I can go back and read your answers. :)

[some-sick-deja-vu]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Hannibal - Fandom, Hannibal Extended Universe - Fandom, Polar (2019) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Graham/Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser Characters: Will Graham, Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Romance, Angst and Fluff and Smut, domestic cuteness, Duncan is an emotional mess, Will is in loooove Summary: 
In this fic, Will Graham takes the place of Vanessa Hudgens’ character of Camille from Polar. The story picks up soon after the movie’s conclusion. Although he’s falling for Will, Duncan doesn’t think the younger man could ever feel the same about him. Meanwhile, Will finds himself in love with the last person in the world he ever meant to fall for, the man he moved to this town to kill.

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Polar (2019), Hannibal (TV), Hannibal Extended Universe - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Will Graham/Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham/Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Will Graham, Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser, Hannibal Lecter, The Dogs + Rusty, Mason Verger, Alana Bloom Additional Tags: Murder, Assassins & Hitmen, Hannigram - Freeform, Grizla, Shooting Guns, Canon-Typical Violence, Cannibalism, Dark Will, Season/Series 03, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eventual Smut, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Explicit Language, Cannibal Puns, Threesome - M/M/M, Drama, Humor, Angst, Jealousy, Bisexual Will Graham, Bisexual Duncan Vizla, Pansexual Hannibal Lecter, Changing Minor Details Because I Can, Blow Jobs, Double Penetration Summary:

Will Graham moves to Washington instead of following Hannibal Lecter across the Atlantic. And yet when he gets a good look at his new neighbor, his plan to escape Hannibal's memory seems like it won't work at all. How can Will and this Hannibal look-alike get along? And how can they both handle their pasts coming for them again, and interfering with their growing relationship?

~.O.~

So I’ve gotten a lot of kudos and comments on this these past few days and I don’t know why but I’m glad people are liking it. ^-^

[clehjett]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Polar (2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Duncan Vizla/Original Female Character Characters: Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser, Original Female Character(s), Vivian, Camille Additional Tags: Love Stories, Domesticity and Violence, Fluff, Smut, Sex, Cynicism, BPD, Mental Health Issues, Depression, Anxiety Summary:

Duncan has resolved his 'retirement problem' and parted ways with Camille. Confident she can survive on her own now, he moves again to somewhere more populated in the hopes of disappearing into the crowd. He finds a kinship with a young woman whom he does not wish to bring into his world. But as always with people who hold people's lives in their hands like commodities, that never is the case.

[chantokahkol]

🎄 (I'm dying laughing already)

Chanto stares at the grinning hyur holding a mistletoe above his head with no one else around. “” He opened his mouth to speak only to furrow his brows even more as Kaiser seem to wiggle it more back and forth.….The tall and grumpy Xaela glared down upon the hyur, the tension in the air was far worse than the black shroud could give when a cursed creature wanders through the element-forsaken lands. He took one step closer to the grinning hyur with a glare that could easily be mistaken as passion, possession and perfection.      One arm wrapped around the hyur’s waist as Chanto pulled him closer, dipping him backwards just as he snagged the mistletoe away; “” His gaze never left Kaiser’s… His gaze pierced through the very soul of the man that was swayed by the brooding xaela. Kaiser found no words, no thoughts as he was clouded by the very being holding him up by one arm, one arm with chiseled muscles, one arm that has hunted many beasts and prey. Now… he was his prey, no, he was the Grumplord’s Nhaama.     “I…” Kaiser got interrupted by Chanto’s index finger gently touching upon his lips. Oh Kami, this was far too real, far too great. Chanto leaned in closer and closer… ilms by ilms their lips slowly met.“” Chanto grumbles and threw away the book into the piles behind him. It seems like the grumbling xaela was cleaning out some of his smut-collection back at home. “”

[ihavemanyhusbands]

okay i have a devious idea lmaoo what if this time Duncan was the one touching himself after getting too worked up from the car accident sweetie giving him a shoulder massage hahahahh (platonically ofc lol) would he imagine her on her knees? Bent over the kitchen counter? In the shower? The possibilities are endless 😭😭

(P.S please dont let these little blurbs keep you from writing a long fic 🥹 i need it like a shot of espresso in the morning)

-🌧

AUIFUEJHWJW god u just know me soooo well!! And don’t worry I’ll still definitely write a longer fic at some point <33 I aaaalready have an idea even 🤭 I love these two so MUCH!!

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Long after you’d fallen asleep, softly snoring under a pile of blankets, Duncan was still wide awake. He’d slid out of bed and had to lock himself in the bathroom, attempting to stifle the fever that had been plaguing him for hours.

Despite the massage you’d given him earlier, his muscles were still tight. He’d sat ramrod straight, barely even breathing, while your hands attempted to knead out the years of knots and tension from his broad shoulders.

Still, he had thoroughly enjoyed the attention, not to mention your touch. The latter he enjoyed perhaps a little too much, for his mind wandered to some lewd places. He couldn’t help but think of where else he wished your hands would roam. The way they would caress him experimentally, like he was a marvel worth exploring.

He’d been paralyzed by an intense desire, which left him mostly mute for the rest of the evening. Luckily for him, you thought you’d helped him relax enough to tire him out. And the way you nestled right into his arms as you went to sleep….

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, his other hand palming the prominent bulge in his underwear.

His eyes shut and he invariably surrendered to his fantasies and the promise of release. He freed his throbbing erection from his underwear, trying to imagine it was your soft hands stroking him and not his own rough ones.

A groan almost escaped him, but he bit his lip to keep it in his throat. He bucked into his hand as he thought of the way you felt against him, your smell and warmth overtaking his senses. The gentle touch of your lips to his….

Imagining how you’d moan, too, was a special kind of torture. Sighing his name near his ear, clinging onto his shoulders as you dissolved under him. He would completely get lost in you.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He bit back an even louder groan as he spilled all over his hands, his eyes screwed shut and head leaning back against the wall. His chest heaved during the comedown, his head swimming from how hard he came.

When had he become so hopeless? And when had his imagination turned so vivid?

As he cleaned himself up, he simply knew that this wouldn’t be the last time he’d end up in this situation. He just hoped that he wouldn’t be so obvious around you.

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