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When He Chose

(f. Valarr Targaryen) (SFW - fluff) - NOT PROOFREAD (when is it?)

W/C: 2.1k

Warnings: Literally none, love at first sight? Reader is missing part of their pinky due to riding accident, you have a loving Father and a dead Mother, if I missed smth sorry I just thought it was cute.

Y/N: Referred to as She/Her (im sorry), mutilated pinky, ya'll hate lemons in this, you have long enough hair for a tiny braid (if you're bald im sorry), no illusions to race/any other appearance.

Synapsis: Valarr is meeting with potential spouses, he seems to be having no luck. Then meets a Hornwood.

Valarr POV initially: 

Valarr was pressured into taking a wife. 

He was young, not ugly and apparently quite the bachelor to most of Westeros. 

Despite the gory and irrefutably damaged reputation his cousin Aerion had caused the ancient house he was quite known in the feminine social circle. Which had led the groups of young ladies being sent to the capital over the next three months as prospective brides for their noble houses. 

Valarr was now in the third cycle of ladies and he had met some nice young women.

And others.

Some were very smart, kind and some much braver than he would ever consider himself. Though none felt very real to him, as if they never dropped the mask around him or anyone. He chalked it up to nerves with him being a Prince and all.

He had just wished that people would lose the veil they seemed to drape over themselves with the moment they stepped into Kings Landing. 

“-My Prince?” Valarr bi-coloured eyes snapped up to the sound of Lady Lannister’s almost nasally voice, surely going on again about some new jewelry she had acquired from her Father earlier in the season.

“Yes my Lady,” Valarr nodded as he sat a bit stiffer, a soft but very forced smile on his face as he felt his attention start to slip once more. He had nothing personal against the young lady, she was beautiful- very beautiful in fact she was just trying too hard to be interesting when she really wasn’t.

Valarr shared a glance over her shoulder at his Father Baelor who was at a separate table with Lady Lannister's mother, who seemed to also not be enjoying his time there. With one very telepathetic look Baelor forced a smile and politely dismissed the two the best that he could, assigning a servant to see them out of the garden.

“Painful process son,” Baelor mumbled as they both nodded as the ladies left, Valarr could feel his smile slip as they turned the corner and out of sight. “Necessary but painful.” Valarr could only fight the pout that clawed at his face as his Father’s hand clapped onto his shoulder.

Valarr wasn’t wearing something he would wear on the daily, he was usually in his riding gear- his need to hunt and ride far outweighed his want to look like a Prince. Though the simple black leather vest overtop a dark grey high collared blouse was the best happy medium he could bear. He did have some boyish pride in wearing a matching cape with his Father, something to battle the small breeze.

“I do have a good feeling about these next two,” Baelor murmured as a genuine smile crept onto his face as the sound of boots scraping against stone. “Though a smaller house from the North- they have always been honest people.” Valarr had to do his best to mask the surprise on his face at the praise his Father was giving to them. If he wasn’t wrong, Hornwood would be next, east of Winterfell and south of the Boltons. 

Baelor’s hand left his shoulder as two people rounded the hedged corner, a younger girl with her arm linked with who he assumed to be her Father. They both bowed with formal greetings as his Father approached the two, Valarr was nearly dumbstruck as both men fell into a friendly hug.

Then his eyes flickered to the girl who was already beaming at the two, her eyes flickering over to his and he felt his mouth dry. She wasn’t a unique beauty or anything, not unworldly like how some men wished women were. She was just herself in the purest way with how her hair fell, a small braid tucked behind her ear tied with a wooden bead at the end of it. Clothing simple, unique touches surely done by her own hand with care on some random day.

Reader POV: 

“-Valarr,” Prince Baelor “Breakspear” Targaryen seemed almost frustrated with the third call of his heirs name. His hand clamped over my Fathers shoulder as he turned towards his son. I could feel the awkward smile that had taken over my features at Valarr’s almost blank stare, his one hand hanging at his side while his other rested on the hilt of his sword.

He was a handsome man, strong features and a beautiful set of heterochromic eyes inherited from his Father. He stood proud or at least I think he did originally before he started to gape at me like a fish for a handful of moments. The gaping gave me plenty of time to spot the speck of silver on the side of his scalp, hidden cream coloured hair in a sea of brown.

“Yes my apologies,” Valarr mumbled as if he snapped out of his daze as he nodded at both of us approaching me, his hand reaching out for my own. My right hand slipped into his, I usually ran warmer than most due to my northern blood but his warmth seemed to rival my own. It was hard to bite down my surprise as his lips grazed my knuckles, his thumb grazing the beginning of my fingers before letting go. 

After a bit of an awkward introduction that our fathers gave both of us I noticed the tiniest bit of pink on the tips of his ears as we both shuffled over to our designated table. Making sure to thank the servant who was serving tea before they left us to our own devices, my fingers picking at my cuticles at the silence that seemed to build between us.

“They seem to be having fun seeing one another again.” I attempted to start the conversation, my eyes flickering towards our fathers who seemed to have dove straight into a joyous conversation. Valarr’s eyes jumped up from our untouched teacups to glance over as well, he quickly nodded in agreement before clearing his throat.

Though that seemed useless as he only opened his mouth then closed it again.

“Do I make you uncomfortable, my prince?” I questioned softly as an almost sad smile crossed my face. Valarr’s eyes caught mine finally once more but his expression seemed the same. Just uncomfortable, which I could relate too. My Father wasn’t the type to parade me around as some object to sell, he always gave me the choice at the end of the day. He wanted to see me happy especially since his marriage with my Mother was so fruitful.

Ever since she passed he had just wanted to see me happy and safe- he knew how this world treated women. If he could, he would take care of me and protect my independence till the end of his days, but one day he would be gone.

I understood that.

 At the continued silence I took the opportunity to cover my expression with a sip of the tea. Just to choke on the absolutely shit tasting tea that hit my tongue, I failed on covering the repulse as I coughed. My free hand coming up to cover my mouth, my face burning in embarrassment and from the sudden exertion I experienced. 

“God that's shit-” I grumbled as I took the offered napkin from the prince, dabbing away at the gross sight I had caused before freezing. The handkerchief paused over my mouth as my eyes trailed up to the Prince, a small smile tugging at the left side of his face. “Im so sorry-”

“No it’s quite alright,” Valarr said, revealing his voice for the first time, it was as smooth as untouched frost. Clear but also being surprisingly soft for a Prince, holding warmth behind his tone with his few words. Not that I minded. “My Father’s tea choices are not why he is praised in court.”

That made me snort, my embarrassment subsiding as I felt myself relax for a moment.

“Trust me your highness I understand the struggle,” I said as I placed down the tea cup, my fingers trailing over the hem of the black handkerchief. “But with desserts- His lemon cake obsession is beyond me.”

“You don’t like lemon cakes?” Valarr asked with a playful tilt of his head as he also seemed to relax into his seat, his smile on his lips staying longer this time. 

“You do?” I poked, my mouth hanging open for a moment as I scoffed at his taste. “Lemons are for people who wish to sour their lives further.” I declared as I crossed my arms in response, a small laugh leaving as he gave me this odd look, one I couldn’t quite place. It was a common look my Father had given my Mother even in her final days. “I don’t think this marriage could ever work out now knowing of this betrayal.”

“Already looking for an annulment are you?” He said with an almost boyish grin on his face as he dragged a hand over his lower face. “I’m unsure if that has to be the case, I am willing to go without lemons if it means we can stay together for the sake of our make believe children.”

Cheeky was the only word I could describe him, I knew of his quiet and almost reserved personality through court gossip. Though it seemed to only be surface level compared to the man that was before me now.

It was quick how we fell into easy conversation after the disagreement on lemons. A few times he was able to get a sudden bout of laughter out of me, twice I was able to get a genuine chuckle out of him as we both exchanged stories of our families. A warm feeling swelling in my gut as the conversation went on, his posture completely relaxing as his left boot had accidentally nudged mine as he stretched out. 

Before he could apologize and retreat back into his shell I playfully nudged him back. The toes of our boots stayed connected for the rest of the time we spent together.

“Gods you tried to what?” Valarr investigated as I proudly held up my partially mutilated left pinky finger, twitching the phalange that was missing its top joint. 

“Tried to stand while shooting an arrow on the back of my horse Willow-” He snorted as his face fell into his hands, shoulders shaking. “-Stupid I know!” I scolded myself, unable to contain my smile as I leant forward. “My younger brother said I could not do it.”

“But he was right,” Valarr snapped back as he caught my eyes, which I rolled in response. “Was he not?”

“Only right for two months before I accomplished it right before spring ended.” I said holding up the number two to accentuate my point as I puffed my chest up slightly proud. Valarr shook his head in disbelief slightly huffing a laugh, his mouth opening to retort something surely bratty-

“Valarr,” His father’s voice made us both jolt, mine more physical as I stared up at the heir to the iron throne for a moment. Both of our fathers stood there with knowing grins on their faces as Baelor raised a brow at his son. Valarr stood as he cleared his throat awkwardly, offering me his hand silently.

My hand slipped into his as the other gathered my skirts as he helped me to stand. Both of them spinning on their heels as each Targaryen guided their designated Hornwood to the exit of the garden area we were in.

“It was lovely meeting you today,” Valarr whispered as his fingers squeezed mine lightly, the way he had said my name at the end of the sentence made my mind buzz. “Truly.” 

“I feel the same my Prince,” I whispered back as my eyes flickered very briefly at the pink on the apples of his cheeks then back to his eyes. When I looked much closer his eyes were truly breathtaking to look at, his brown eye plain but it drew me in with how it seemed to be consumed by his blown pupils. His blue one vibrant as the sea, specks of grey flitting through it. “Oh your handkerchief-”

“Keep it please,” Valarr said with a shake of his head as my hands moved to return it. “Gives me a reason to see you again.”

Oh.

Okay. 

I felt myself pause, glancing at the blood coloured threading that had his initials in the corner as I looked up to him almost flabbergasted by the blatant flirt. It seemed that I had completely forgotten he was a Prince during our time together.

“Yes,” I said slowly as my heart thundered beneath my ribcage. “Of course.” I said curtsying in almost a panic as my eyes went wide, my right hand only stopped trembling once I acquired a death grip on my Father’s offered arm.

“So?” Baelor mumbled to his son, his hands behind his back as he watched his eldest watch the Hornwood’s walk away.

“She had me at her hatred for lemons.”

Author note: if yall see any problems or large mistakes please tell me so i dont embarrass myself further.

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He'd Be Ass Up

(Clark Kent- David's!) (18+ material) - Not proofread (are we surprised?)

Summary: Reader thinks Clark is hot, she explains it to Cat. Unfortunately, Clark has super-hearing and decides to do something about it. (yes)

W/C: 3.7k

Warnings: Foul language, horny reader, AFAB insinuated, reader wears a skirt, fingering, dry humping???, intercourse (p in v), unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), semi-PUBLIC sex, bro cums in her just tellin you. There might be more but IDK.

Im sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes, love yall. No beta reads we die like alphas.

Clark cursed himself for his super-human hearing everyday, he’s heard many things he wasn’t supposed to. Secrets, whispers, gossip about who is dating who and who is actually cheating.

He’s heard unfortunate things as well- Some he rather never hear again.

But this? It feels illegal to be prying into her personal conversation, a war crime. Cleary against the Geneva convention and he needed to be in jail for life-

“Clark all the fuckin’ way.” I hissed through my teeth as my lips only briefly left the black mug which held a very strong passion tea. Cat gasped completely scandalized as she shimmied in her spot from across from me, her near-stark white hair jumping alongside her chest.

Whatever push-up bra she was wearing was doing wonders-

I was currently leaning against my desk, leg thrown over my other ankle, my one hand flicking through the recently published News Paper produced by the Daily Planet. Where the scene was currently placed and where my place of work was.

I’d like to say my job was easy, I wrote a small, consistently successful column on gossip and scandals. Another vital part of my job was communication, I always had an in somewhere which made me extremely useful.

Another anchor of job security I guess.

Let's get back to the main point of this whole thing, Cat approached with a simple question. Hushed as she sped towards me like a bullet, her heels clicking quickly behind her like a waning siren.

“So like- is that whole thing about Jimmy true?” She asked as she slipped a decently thick red folder under her armpit as her hands held one another in begging motion.

“What?” I asked with a huff of a laugh as I sipped the still too hot of tea, hissing as the tip of my tongue and rough of my mouth burned. My nose wrinkled as Cat groaned and stomped her one heel in her miniature tantrum, I loved stringing her along I had to admit.

“About Jimmy and you know who-” She said, slipping closer to my side as she glanced at said who- which was my dearest coworker Lois Lane. The woman stomping across the newsroom in her favourite chunky heeled boots, an iconic part of her two piece suit situation.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Cat.” I said with a shake of my head as I let the newspaper in my hand rest behind me as my eyes scanned the scene unfolding before me across the newsroom.

Lois had grabbed hold of Jimmy by the back of his collar, surely using her advanced interrogation skills to get to the bottom of the leak.

“I knew it!” She squealed as her hands grabbed my bicep of the arm that did not hold my tea, her eyes watching the whisper-shouting match occurring between the two. “Who would’ve thought Lois would choose Jimmy out of all of our coworkers.”

“You wouldn’t choose to fuck Jimmy out of everyone?” I asked, my mind flickering to the briefest of conversations I had eavesdropped into. Leaning against the backdoor had led me to listening in on a phone call Lois was having, how she was glad she had kissed Jimmy of all people at the last bar get together. 

That she would fuck him too if she had gotten the chance.

It was just too good to let it slip, and I would be paying the consequences for later I’m sure.

“You would choose Jimmy?” Cat asked, eyebrows jumping as I quickly shook my head. My eyes lazed over the entire office for dramatic effect as I only nodded my head in one direction, the only logical direction for an answer to this question.

Clark, the country bumpkin. 

He was lounging in his seat currently, slouched forward as he leaned on his knees. The black slacks that he wore strained over his groin region but were taut as they encased his thighs. In the most respectful but perverted way possible I’d love to dig my freshly manicured nails into the skin or the fabric of the charcoal trousers and show him the best head of his life.

His large hands holding the newspaper spread wide open as his eyes darted through each line, after finishing each paragraph he’d reread it. Mark what he likes with the red pen that was held between his teeth currently.

I’d like to see his teeth do something else.

I was a pervert, and proud when it came to that man.

His jacket was off leaving him in his button up (Thank the lords), with his sleeves rolled up his forearms. Thick black glasses held on for their life as they sat on the edge of his nose, his blue eyes focused on every letter, every comma, every indent.

His left knee continued to jump, shaking quickly as fast as a rabbit. But it always stalled for a singular column, based off of the page number and section he was staring at.

Mine was next and if on cue his knee stalled, his one hand abandoning the side of the newspaper he was holding snatching the pen from his mouth. His hand flicked over my written words as he read, then he reread.

And read- His posture shifted and my eyes instantly darted to Cat who was already grinning like an idiot at the revelation. As if the whole office didn’t know about my obsession with Clark and those geeky fucking glasses.

“Clark all the fuckin’ way.” I hissed.

After the minor celebration of Cat she squealed as we dove straight into girl talk, she thought he was cute. But she had admitted she believed Steve Lombard was more her lane, the rugged insecurity must’ve screamed out to her.

“I’d fuck the glasses off of him, put them on myself and ride till they fell off back onto the man.” I sang into Cat’s ear as she broke out into a fit of giggles, my mug being discarded on my desk soon.

“You’d let him bend you over?” Cat asked more just to continue the conversation but I completely shook my head and waved her off.

“He’d be ass up.” I clarified she only laughed once more before we broke apart. Perry was to make his rounds soon and he’d break us up anyway so we might as well do it ourselves and let Perry save his voice by just a little.

Continuing on with my work like normal, the only thing out of the norm was Clark. He didn’t approach my desk after Cat left, didn’t lead on his one palm as he asked quick rapid fire questions about the news gossip. Just to let me lean back in my chair and twiddle my hair as I dove into a deep explanation of whatever my column is about.

I always saved the special details for Clark.

Whatever, I didn’t-

“Hey sweet tea,” I said quickly as the man approached my desk, his cheeks flushed as his hands held each other nervously. He peered up at the nickname as he smiled at the nickname I had given him long ago, man so sweet he’d make your teeth rot.

“What’s got you troubled?” I asked as I sat straighter as he stood before me, his eyes darting away from my eye contact initially as they returned to my stare.

“Printer.” He said the word and I only laughed with a shake of my head as I stood quickly, gently tugging at my pencil skirt to make sure it didn’t ride too high.

“Let's go.” I said slipping past him with a reassuring touch of my hand to his bicep, the man followed behind me like a dog on a leash as I started towards the printing room. Whenever Clark had trouble, I was there. No matter how weird of a situation he got into in the development room, or how awkward the situation was.

I’d help the guy.

One cause, I liked him- A lot.

Two, because he was genuinely a good person who deserved the help.

Popping open the door, I briefly held it open for Clark who closed it behind us as I approached the printer, which seemed to be on. The printing room was full of four printers, some roof high filing cabinets and loose cardboard boxes full of miscellaneous files.

Moving on instinct I went to the only printer that was propped open, assuming this to be the broken one. Grabbing a loose leaf of paper I did a test scan as I felt him hover behind me, but the scanner worked.

Frowning I tried to print whatever was on it last, that worked too.

“Hey Clark whats-” As I turned I sealed my own mouth close once I saw the shameful expression on his face, no on his entire person. Head hanging low, posture shrimped, face completely flushed. “Sweet tea-”

“Is it true?” He asked his gaze jumping to meet mine, his one hand tugging at his collar roughly, popping another button open on accident.

“Is what true Clark?” I asked, crossing my arms. Now leaning against the printer hopefully my posture demeaning more offensive hopefully, I didn’t want to peer pressure him but I would. My expression fell as my eyes flickered to the windows that peered out of the printing room, they were shut. 

He wanted privacy.

What the fuck-

“That-” Then he mumbled something, another hand coming to scratch at the nape of his neck. With a singular raised brow I think I spoke my confusion loud enough cause he spoke much louder next with a lot of conviction. “-You’d fuck the glasses off of me, put them on yourself and ride till they fell off back onto me.”

My whole world paused, coming to a screeching halt. The world no longer spun, no birds chirped, no one breathed.

How did he hear about that, Cat would never spill. Did someone overhear? No, everyone was still just getting to their desks. He must’ve heard it, is that why he didn’t come over to my desk? 

I scared him off- shit.

“Clark I- I’m sorry, I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable-” I said as my entire demeanor deflated, no longer leaning against the printer any longer. My hands held up as if trying to calm a spooked animal.

“It’s okay,” he quickly interrupted, his head shaking quickly. “If anything im glad- I thought my crush on you would be for-”

Clark stumbled as I lunged at him, my left hand coming up and snatching his collar retching him down to my level. As my teeth clashed against his uncomfortably I claimed his mouth eagerly, biting into his lower lip which made him whine into the kiss.

My free right hand climbed up to gently cup the base of his left pec, my nails poking the fabric of his button up. He was stiff as a board as I invaded his space, his feet stumbling to gain ground as I shoved him into the printer behind him.

“God Clark you are so fuckin’ lucky,” I purred as my hands trailed where his side abdominal muscles would be, pricking at the hem of his shirt that was so neatly tucked into his trousers. Then they trailed down to the brown belt which held up his pants, said pants now obviously tenting higher by the second.

Someone raised the flag.

“I’d fuck the shit out of you right now if it we weren’t in this office.” I huffed out in half disappointment as a pout formed on my glossed lips. My eyes trailing up from where his navel would lie, ever so slowly climbing the sculpture of the man up to his bruised swollen lips. Which were now smeared with gloss, which was ever so slightly smeared closer to his left dimple.

Once my head was tilted up slightly his head ducked down chasing my lips in turn making me giggle into another clash of our teeth. Eagerly I licked into his mouth like a dog as one leg briefly slipped between his two.

His hands were hesitant to touch before gently falling to cup the space between the nape of my neck and the underside of my skull. They were large as his fingers curled into my hair, egging me on further as we swapped saliva.

It was messy, especially on his end.

He was awkward as we bumped noses in the beginning but he seemed to learn on the job as we soon found a rhythm, he continued to groan into my mouth as I’d fight against him once or twice.

“Your-” he said as he withdrew, my breath fogging up his glasses as blood flooded his cheeks. “You don’t want to?” he asked breathlessly and my eyebrows jumped up in surprise at his bold ask. His big blue eyes searching for answers, pleading with only the pinch of his brows.

“I mean-” I said with a purse of my lips trying to ignore the need to rub my thighs together tightly. My hands toyed with the skin under his shirt, absentmindedly counting his ribs as my nails mapped the expanse of his midriff. “-if the door was locked- eE!”

WARNING – NASTY TIME – licks lips seductively 

It happened so quickly, one moment I was leaning far too much into his personal space the next our positions were flipped. Clark was behind me, his hands holding my waist as my hands hovered in the air shocked. Before I could stutter out a question I felt his hips grind into my backside, his screaming hard on making me shiver.

“I’d think it best for you to hold onto this,” He whispered into the back of the shell belonging to my ear. His hands crawled to my arms sliding to cover my palms as he directed my hands to brace themselves against the printer he was just pressed against. The warmth that spread over my person in pure embarrassment made my fingers tighten around the edge of the printer.

“You're so pretty.” Clark had whined like a wounded dog as his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips and ass. I couldn’t think, I needed to think, get control over the situation- His hands crawled under my skirt, scrunching the skirt until I felt the Printer rooms ac cold breeze brush against my backend.

“Clark I-” I started but broke out into a shuddered moan as I felt one hand's thumb press into the fabric of my lips, a shiver spread throughout my body as his thumb pressed further. My essence soaking through my underwear as he prodded where my clit sat. My back arching as my mouth fell into a silent ‘o’ at the much needed pressure.

“I’ll buy you new stockings.” I had barely made out his words but I made out the pinch of my stockings near the top of my ass and completely registered the rippppp of fabric.

“Hey-!” I started but stopped as his knuckles brushed the soaked underwear, all confidence fading as my head fell forward slightly, my shoulders haunching. 

The tug of my underwear to the side made the blush on my face deepen as the air kissed my intimates, shame building deep within my chest at being used like a ragdoll at my place of work. But another part of me yearned for it, begging to be shoved against this printer just for Clark to lose it. “Are you just gonna fuckin’ stare or-”

A strangled moan left my lips as I felt his thumb roll at my clit and one finger intruding almost too easily, my hips cantering into his hold as he slowly fell into a rhythm. His finger that was lodged within me curled only twice, testing. Each time I gave him exactly what he wanted unintentionally, a cry muffled by my teeth biting into my lower lips.

Not long after the second finger, he started to scissor them as he stretched me open, his thumb unwavering at its antics on my clit. Not even stopping as my orgasm fastly approached my insistence of its approach met with him leaning over laying chaste kisses to the back of my neck.

“Please, on my fingers.” Clark mumbled as I leaned forward, my thighs tensing as my knees buckled slightly. His free hand sliding under my stomach to help me stand on my own. It happened quickly as I felt my core flutter around him, the molten feeling creeping in fast.

“Clark-!” I finished in a half squeal as the coil in my stomach snapped quicker than I wanted, my head lulling back slightly as my eyes fluttered with tears. My back was drenched in sweat as I fought to not let drool fall from my lips as my legs quaked and my stomach bloomed with heat. 

“Clark stop-” I said quickly as his hands never stopped which in turn made my lip tremble overstimulated now at his enthusiastic advances. He seemed to slow his advances slowly bringing me down from the clouds as I ended up completely leaning onto the printer.

“You were so good,” I heard mumbled into my crown as his hands let my privates, kisses littered the back of my neck and some exposed shoulder he had gotten his lips onto. “Perfect, so perfect.”

The words made the praise kink that laid deep within my soul scream in satisfaction, as I deflated on the cold printer. 

“Jesus all fucking mighty-” I huffed as I tilted my head towards him, his lips gently locking with mine briefly before we separated once more. Then I felt the twitch of his cock that was still in his pants which were pressed firmly into my rear. “You gonna put that dick to work?”

“I don’t have a condom.” Clark pouted as he brought his fingers that were coated with my essence up to my mouth, trying to discreetly suckle on them as his brows furrowed. “I don’t expect anything in-”

“If you don’t fuck me raw I will find someone else-” For some reason I knew the empty threat would get him going. Laughing as his back withdrew from mine, my attention falling to the wall in front of me as I heard the click of his silver beltbuckle.

His tip dragged through my folds with my panties still being tugged aside, then it nudged forward and I felt myself pale slightly. It was big- not it was freakishly big.

It was a monster and I was very suddenly less drunk off my orgasm, the fog fading fast as I rolled my shoulders anxiously. “Is that gonna- oh my god-” I fell forward as he nudged the tip in, the bulbous head bringing a delicious stretch that I thought his fingers could have only achieved. My core pulsed around him as I felt all the tension leave my body as he advanced his cock further into my awaiting heat.

“Your so-” Clark started but fell into a whine as his forehead came to rest between my shoulderblades, feeding inch after inch further into me. My jaw becoming looser as he pushed more of his cock- I could only start hoping it’d end. “-So smart and- and- and so good at your job- so freakin’ nice.”

His words were becoming mushed as my hands laid flat against the printer top nails scraping at the roof of it. Then finally his hips became flush with my ass, his trembling hands holding my thighs carefully as I felt one of my heels fall off my foot.

Then we both paused, my core pulsing alongside his cock as I tried to adjust to him the best I could. Wordlessly I nodded and I felt a couple more kisses pressing into my blouse as he pulled back the slightest just to ram back in. 

A choked cry left my lips as I braced for impact as he prodded my organs through what access he had to my womb. One of his hands came to clamp around my mouth as I refused to hold back the way he was rearranging my cuts while pressing me into a printer. Withdrawing quickly as his hips slapped into mine, his own moans being muffled but his teeth which were sunk into his bottom lip.

“Mmph- Clarmph-!” I cried as his one hand left my thigh and toyed with my clit which made my insides only clench and flutter at the attention.

Neither of us were lasting long.

“Stay quiet please-” He huffed out as his hand removed itself from the place on my mouth, a minor line of drool connecting my mouth and his hand only for a moment. Just to drip down my jaw and onto the printer below.

I have questioned his motive to remove the one thing that was effectively keeping me quiet until he tugged on my bicep, twisting me at an uncomfortable angle at my waist. My hair sticking to my cheeks and forehead as I looked to the fucked out expression on his face, flushed and lips bruising. 

“I just wanna-” he started as he quickened the canter of his hips as my calves twitched and jumped alongside his frantic movements. “-Wanna see you cum around my cock-” The words registered and that broke the second coil as my entire body tensed and convulsed around him. My vision shooting white for a moment, as my ears rang the bells of heaven.

Which in turn sent him over the edge, the tip of his cock pressing into my cervix. Clarks balls squeezed as he whined and cried, tears slipping past his one eye as his head fell forward once more.

He pumped every drop deep, spilling till there was no room left until it leaked past my lips and down my stockings. His nose dug deep between the crevice of my neck as he didn’t stop his cries of pleasure long after his cock went soft and as my hearing returned.

What the fuck. 

My whole being felt like jello, my muscles exhausted, bones telling stories of aches much older than I was.

But that also was the best orgasm of my life.

“Wanna do this again sometime?” I asked as I wiped the drool from my mouth with the hem of my sleeve, the breathy chuckle of Clark reverberated through my person as he enveloped me whole.  

“Yeah, I'd like that.”

I struggle a lot with writing smut so I hope this was up to standards, it's been a while since I've written it to be fair. Also, genuine question- Would it be weird to write out vagina? Like using the word.

Maybe I'm just too clinical when trying to use words but sometimes I just wanna use the word. I just hate words like member and intimates- giggled when i typed THAT out.

Got more planned for Clark, but it's mostly quick fluff blurbs, just ask if you want more. BYEEEEEEEEEE-

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(sabrina voice) Oh my god!

[slutimusprime]

I’ve never wanted to lick a man more in my life, my screen will have to do.

[slutimusprime]

Hey guys…. How about some Clark Kent late night thoughts???

Clark Kent x Photographer…..

(Late night write, obviously not proofread. Readers kinda horny ngl)

You only take pictures, that was your job at the Daily Planet after all. Snapshot the photo that would make someone pick up the newspaper, or that’d would make someone pause on their never ending scroll on their phone.

You loved taking photos.

Photos never needed words, sometimes a title.

But the best ones were the ones that didn’t need one, the ones that spoke for themselves.

You had snapped a grotesquely gorgeous photo of Superman last week, something you were planning to use. But you were being selfish for now keeping the photo logged onto the cameras memory, admiring it once in a while.

Like now.

Can you blame me?

The photo in question:

It was a close up from a bit of downturned angle, it was a 3/4 shot. He had a crooked grin showing off his dimple as he returned a small tabby cat to the girl after fetching it from a tall tree.

It was truly a human moment, I had cropped the cat and savoured just him. The shine in his eyes, the way the sun framed the man with a halo.

God was it a beautiful photo.

The man was beautiful so it made it all the easier.

An artist always did fall for their muses.

“Jesus Clark!” My eyes snapped up from the photo, I was just at my desk admiring my work on my camera when the commotion started.

Clark, ever the sweetheart- had accidentally spilt his coffee everywhere. Unfortunately it spilt right onto Jimmys shoes but the man pulled a strained smile.

Poor Clark, I really liked the guy. But he always seemed to be something like a bambi deer learning to walk.

Though a bull in china shop felt more accurate due to his size.

I’d fuck the glasses off of him and then put them back on for round two if I had the chance. But that felt like I needed to be here for more than two months and have more than eight conversations total with him.

Clark was laughing nervously as his face tugged on a crooked grin.

For some reason I leveled my camera with him, the angle smiliar to the one photo I was just admiring.

Clark was halfway looking down as he patted away at his white blouse with some napkins. The shirt already ruined with a smoky brown colour, almost akin to a golden-brown marshmallow.

I was thanking the lord for the way the sun seemed to beam down on him in the moment and then I pressed ever so gently down on the snapshot button.

Click!

The photo was gorgeous.

Clark was candid. Born for an artists eye.

Effortlessly beautiful.

Grotesquely gor-

…

Grotesquely gorgeous.

…

Huh.

“Oh gosh you got that on film?” Clark asked aloud as my eyes shot up like lightning to see the man now standing. Shedding the jacket of his charcoal suit, the brown stain spreading through the blouse.

My mouth felt dry.

Full of cotton that seemed to multiple the more I stared at him, the more I really looked at him.

Something morphed in front of my eyes, like his face seemed to change. Or just become familiar.

“My gods.” I said as my face morphed into something of horror, or disgusted fascination.

“Your Superman.” I had whispered under my breath, my camera covering my mouth for no prying eyes to lip read.

Nobody should’ve been able to hear that.

Unless they weren’t nobody, but somebody.

Somebody in-human.

Super- Clark’s eyes went wide, jaw falling open slightly as a grin tugged at the edges of my face. I couldn’t stop the blush either growing on my ears as he marched over, the man becoming ever so pale.

“Your-“ Before I could finish my much louder proclamation of his identity a large hand snapped over my mouth. Completely covering my jaw, upper and lower. The large smile under his palm reached my eyes as the man’s blue eyes skirted to the side nervously.

This kinda turned me on. The whole silencing thing, made my central nervous system kick into hard drive.

He had leaned in impossibly close, I couldn’t stop my eyes as they raked the strain of the white blouse he wore. Damn-

“How?” Was the next words that came out of Supermans mouth. He asked- No let me rephrase. He demanded an answer in a almost polite way, but he was terrified. Which understandable.

How was I supposed to tell him that an artist always recognizes their muse? Glasses or not.

Me dropping a blurb after a long ass hiatus: (my bad🫵🤩)

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UPDATE…

hey gang, i’ll be busy for a bit. I’m in my annual two-week HTTYD phase. So i’m working on my fanfic for that specifically for a bit (it’s like an actual long ass fic) The remmick fic will get a part 2 trust. 🏃💨

In the works:

-Remmick pt. 2

-Dr.Abbot (And the kung fu master)

-Dennis Whitaker (Fucking Gingers)

[slutimusprime]

I'm A Vampire, Duh

(Remmick) (18+ material) (modern AU) - NOT PROOFREAD

Summary: Reader dresses up as a vampire, meets a vampire. OR Remmick meets a reincarnation of his wife and gets obsessed.

W/C: 3.5k

Warnings: TW talk of death and extreme violence, Remmick, language, male masturbation (At the end I'll warn you), obsessive behvaiour, AFAB (20yr old reader mentioned but not a huge deal), Marijuana and alcohol consumption

“Fuck this.” Remmick mumbled, he was currently sitting like a loser on the end of the ramp of the backdoor of the club he just slipped out of. His eyebrows furrowed as he leaned against one of the metal railings, rain spitting down from the clouds above.

He’d been alive too long, and been through the same fucking day much too long.

Mary and Stack never understood why he hated Halloween, they didn’t need to know his wife was slaughtered on this holiday.

So the only day Mary and Stack saw as an opportunity to be their true vampire selves, was also the day they were celebrating the death of his sweet little ol’ wife’s death. To be fair she was long dead, killed much before he even became part of the undead.

Slaughtered just because she was able to be killed.

The men who had slaughtered her so cruelly were long dead, every bit of blood relative also slaughtered just because they were related to the original fucking bastards.

He only really allowed them to celebrate this bullshit holiday because they could feed as much as they wanted. No one questioned the weirdly shaped makeout between the two and one unsightly victim, they just had to jump town every year- Or at least hide the bodies better than they did in the last two fucking years.

So now he was going to pout for another year outside some sort of party while Mary and Stack found their next victim of the night.

“You okay?” The voice made Remmick actually jump, he flinched as he rotated at his hips. His eyes zeroed on the girl who briefly blocked the porch light. Eyebrows pinched in worry as her hands were shoved deeply into her jacket's pockets, her breath visible in the air.

“ ‘M fine.” He mumbled, shaking his head, turning back to look in front of himself. Arms resting on his elbows, his own heavy jacket hiding how tense he was. Hopefully his thin gloves hid the ever pointing of his claws. 

“You sure?” She insisted taking two steps closer, her voice like honey as it slipped through the cold air. “No water needed?” She clarified, probably trying to ease any tense feelings. Not insinuating his sobriety, offering a choice. That may or may not make her believe his answer of being sober or not.

“Sober if yer’ wonderin’.” Remmick bit out, she seemed to hesitate.

His ears picked up even the briefest of stutter of her breath, heart jumping slightly. If there were actual gears in her head he was sure they’d be creaking and moaning at the speed they were working at.

“I didn’t believe anyone else was out here.” She began, feet slowly stepping closer. “Thought I was the only party pooper.” The comment was something familiar he had heard about himself, which made him huff. Not a chuckle or giggle. A light-hearted huff as his shoulders relaxed just in the slightest.

She took that as a green flag.

Clearly she did because she eventually came up beside him, sitting down to lean her temple against the metal pole. Her skin surely screaming in response, he was sure the poor thing was freezing as her muscles tensed. 

Instinctualy she curled into herself, knees sealed together as they were tugged closer towards her chest. Arms tight around her lower ribs as she held herself.

“I just need a breather if you want me to leave.” She said, pulling a tight expression, a smile still tugging at her lips. 

But Remmick shook his head before he could even think of a response. His body moved out of his control, like when he didn’t have blood in a while.

That liquid gold that would leak between his lips as fangs dragged between tendons, flesh and veins, kept his head on straight. Made the small bit of conscious he had left that influenced his choices and actions still work, work for himself. But obeying her felt primal, craving her did as well.

“No ya’, ya’ good.” he reassured as she smiled wider, tension falling in her expression. The air around her seemed warm, something hot built in Remmick’s chest. The peaceful silence didn’t help, she seemed to ease the rain with her presence.

Or just ease his senses all round.

“Not dressed up? Hell, even I tried a little.” She teased, lightly her fingers sneaking out from their hiding spots in the crook of her elbows. Her fingers coming out to tug them deeper into her sleeves.

“No ya’ didn’t.” Remmick replied, his brows furrowing as his eyes raked up her form. Not a noticeable character, not one he recognized at least. She shook her head as she pointed at her mouth.

“I'm a vampire, duh.” She laughed as there was a quick flash of silver in her mouth as she pulled up her top lip. Along with small designs sculpted into the silver. She had fake silver fangs on her canines, sharp to a point. This shape modern literacy had taken on fangs was borderline insulting.

But he quite enjoyed hers, enough he laughed.

His shoulders shook for the first time in a long time, his head shaking as an amused chuckle left his lips. His eyes resting on her figure instead this time, her own set of giggles dying down.

“Well I’ll have you know,” He started as he felt saliva collect in the base of his tongue. His hunger lurching slightly. That dangerous red gleam appeared in his gaze as he felt his canines elongate between his words. “I'm also a monster of the night darlin’.” His hands laced together as her mouth dropped open.

“Your prosthetics are fucking awesome.” She let slip quickly as her knees that were pinched together pivoted to face him better. “Contacts go hard.”

Remmick could see her shiver though, out of fear. More uncomfortable at the gleam of his eyes.

Remmick laughed again, pushing back the dark green paper boy hat he had taken to wearing back just slightly. It exposed more of the curls on his head, the dry now becoming wet slowly with rain.

It also exposed the last ever gift old Sammie had left him with, long thick and jagged scar was pink and ugly. She could only really see the beginning of it but didn’t flinch away. She knew that one was real by just a simple glance, but didn’t question.

Didn’t flinch.

But stayed laughing with him. Like it was just some other detail about anybody else, like it was as simple as noticing the person's eye colour.

Remmick liked this, this normalcy she brought.

Her air- no the aura she brought was strikingly familiar. An old story, of an older friend he had swore to forget. Swore to never grieve for their death again, though he was grieving their life just a moment before.

He didn’t feel like he needed to forget anymore, this was deja vu. Or the start of something new, a redo. Another chance to experience it all over again.

“Thanks uh- my friend got ‘em done for me.” Remmick said, scratching the back of his neck, almost bashful now.

“Well they are mighty impressive I would say,” She said leaning back against the railing once more, her eyes catching his own. “Which makes me question why you spent so long on your fun prosthetics if you're not showing them off in the party?”

He frowned.

“You spent probably a decent coin on those mouth accessories and you’re not showing them off.” He countered but she was already laughing before he had finished his sentence which made his frown deeper. More out of confusion and a tad bit of embarrassment. 

“You mean my grills?” She asked and he nodded, he had forgotten the slang for it. “These were a gift long ago, got really into vampires as a teen and my ex had bought them for me.” She explained as I saw her unconsciously tonguing her grills. “Might as well put them to use.”

Then there was a moment of silence. 

“What's your name?”

“What's yours?” She shot back quickly and for a moment he thought about ripping her voice box right out of her throat. No joke. Then her name slipped from her lips in between her laughs, she must’ve seen the deadpanned look that crossed his features.

“Well I'm Remmick.” He offered her one brow jumping as his gloved hand was held out towards her.

She tested the syllables on her tongue, his eyes latching on to the gleam of her grills. He had to wipe the drool dripping from the seam of his lips.

He had fed plenty already tonight, but now he wanted to feed a different kind of hunger.

Remmick hadn’t taken any partners since his wife died, he had tried once but ended up eating them instead. The guilt had weighed too hard on his shoulders, but her? She wasn’t a replacement, he had tried that with his previous attempt.

She was more something he needed now, at least something he had to try.

“That's a name I haven’t heard before.” She said as she took his hand a quick polite exchange between the two. “It's old but I like it.” The compliment made his usually ice cold skin warm, the skin on his face at least. 

His cheeks specifically, and unfortunately his human trait of his ears turning redder than tomatoes seemed to transfer over to this undead version of himself.

“I better get going,” She started, she stood brushing off invisible dirt as she straightened out her clothes. “Gotta make sure my friend didn’t take off with some rando.”

Remmick found himself standing with her.

“You’re babysitting?” He asked and she nodded with a smile.

“Someone has to be the DD.” She said with a shrug and a stretch. His pinched brows made her raise a brow. “Oh, uh it means designated driver.” She explained and he nodded as his eyes jumped towards the club's doors.

“Guess that makes me one as well,” he grumbled out the lie, no matter how much the alcohol Mary and Stack consumed they were permanently sober. Only drinking the blood of someone extremely drunk would make them actually stumble.

Too bad the blood tasted like shit the more alcohol they had drunk.

“How about I help you find your lady friend? Maybe I'll find my two idiots along the way.” He offered his elbow, just slightly in her direction. She looked at it and cracked a confused smirk, looping her arm with his, that pleased Remmick more than it should’ve.

Her bicep brushed his own as he grabbed hold of the door, with a quick tug both cringed visibly at the smell and noise.

“Let's go,” She mumbled, walking through first. It was easy to skim through the bodies especially with Remmick on her arm. Whenever somebody brushed too close, Remmick seemed to scare them off.

It was something fun he had learned he could do.

It's like the living could feel his energy, like prey realizing that there was something else. Something bigger, something hungrier around them.

Like children who believed something was hidden under their bed, causing goosebumps. Causing them to fear what wasn’t there, or what hadn’t revealed itself just yet.

She didn’t know that of course.

“So we're both dressed as vampires,” She started and he almost snorted at that as they swerved through everything. Both eyes darted around searching for their friends, of course Remmick already knew where his were.

He would just prefer her warmth for a bit longer. A lot longer than he’d admit to anyone.

“-Both party poopers aka the DD’s-” His eyes looked down at her while she gave him a questioning look. “-don’t tell me they're also dressed up as zombies cause if we are it proves my theory that we are in a simulation.” He laughed as he shook his head.

“A Frankenstein couple unfortunately.” He spoke into her ear, his breath huffing straight to the shell making her whole person freeze. Then the red seemed to raise up from her neck to her face, her mouth pulled thin.

Damn man, I thought I told myself to stop falling for people who dressed up as vampires for Halloween. My ex girlfriend turned out to be as crazy as one, maybe that's why she made me wear the grills she bought for me during our first time-

“That uh-” I said, my head spinning to look away from him. “-Should be easy, people don’t dress up like them anymore.” I explained as I felt my face lit aflame, though it turned to a scowl as I couldn’t find her.

“How old are you, twenty-three?” I asked aloud, he might’ve been my age or at least slightly older. My face turned to his as he shook his head.

“Twenty-eight-”

“WHAT!?” I exclaimed as I leaned away from him slightly, my eyes wide as I looked him up and down. “I guess I could see it but you're like eight years older than me.” I paused with pulled lips.

I hadn’t even thought of the age gap.

“That scare ya’ darlin’?” he asked leaning in but I shook my head in response, my chin tucking into my neck slightly.

“Just surprised, sorry that was rude.” I apologized but he laughed again, that laugh was dangerous. A type of laugh I wouldn’t mind hearing more of. “Well it does-” I started but cut myself off my eyes jumping to see my friend.

My friend was currently leaning on a woman with brown hair, dressed like Frakensteins wife. Her hand was wrapped around her waist as a man leaned into her which made him life. He was dressed like Frankestein but with fat shades that were slipping down his nose.

“There!” I said pointing with my free hand. Instead of tugging him by his elbow I wrapped my hand right under his bicep into the crook of his elbow, fingers tight on his jacket. Remmick let me guide him through people, and weirdly enough the Frankesteins looked up at us before they even heard us.

It's like they locked onto our presence, cutting through the people and targeting us with their eyes.

There was a weird grey gleam in their eyes, it made me pause. Remmicks back colliding with my own as I froze, my expression pinched.

“I gave them those scary contacts, no worries love.” He huffed into my ear as his free hand pushed me slightly in my lumbar region of my spine. 

It felt like a shock, a silent command by an owner and I was his dog. Shivering by the touch I moved before I could stop myself, my feet dragging as I approached the group.

“Hey Ash,” I said as I was rooted in my spot, all the warmth I had in my face from Remmick dropped to my stomach. An uncomfortable feeling rooting deep within my gut. “-It’s time to go.” I instructed as the man in front of Ashley flicked his shades up.

“Now who are you?” He asked as his lady friends arm wrapped tighter around Ashely.

“Her friend who is takin’ her home, now cut it out Stack.” Remmick announced over the music and Stack straightened. “You had your fun, you two.” Remmick said as I stepped closer and snaked my hand around Ashley’s wrist, her gaze jumping to mine.

With a cry of my name she leapt forward and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck making me squeak and stumble slightly, Remmicks presence behind me made me slightly less afraid of falling.

My hands whipped around to hold onto her as she giggled into my ear, Remmick leaned over to my open one for a moment.

“Sorry for Mary and Stack, they usually like to find a third party to accompany them for their celebration.” My eyes jumped to them for a moment while I thought of it. A third for- oh.

“Ah.” I said as my face flushed once more at the thought, my fingers gripping the back of Ashley’s costume.

“As an apology I’ll help you load Ashley into your car.”

After a long drunken fight with a bawling Ashley, we had hauled her into my tiny car. Slamming the passenger door closed I looked towards him, he was much closer than before. He was looking down at me, eyes creased to match his smile.

“Um, thanks Remmick- It was really nice meeting you.” I said as I tucked my chin into the scarf I was wearing, the cold was really starting to nip at my cheeks the later it got in the night.

“Could I see ya’ again?” Remmick wondered aloud just leaning slightly closer, and my heart pounded in my chest and straight to my ears. My face is surely starting to grow redder every second.

“Sure um-” I said as I fumbled for my phone, whipping it out I offered up my contacts. His gloved hand slipped it out of my hold as he typed his number in slowly, glancing at me for a moment before continuing. “Oh thanks-”

I stopped as I read the contact name.

Remmick 🦇 

Unable to stop my laugh I spat it out as I ended up snorting in response when I tried to contain it. My hand clamping over my lips as I glanced up from my phone to see him already smiling, but it was different.

Not his casual one, not a genuine one- but a hungry one. It made me falter as my laugh turned nervous, the once happy feeling morphing into something similar when I saw his friends Stack and Mary.

But I gathered my bearings before he noticed, I think.

“I’ll text you when we get home.” I said as I approached my driver side, he was quick to follow. He opened the door for me before I could even reach for it, as I slipped into the driver's seat he held the edge of the door.

As I glanced up I swallowed, a nervous smile on my features. His eyes seemed to have that red gleam in them, like death had taken over it- A warning if anything.

A warning I should listen to.

“Thanks.” I said as I so desperately wanted to reach for the door and slam it close, all fun we had before seemed to have disappeared. My more primal instincts taking over, my ones too run.

“Text me alright darlin’,” he started as he leaned in just slightly, enough to make the blush return. “I’d really like to get to know ya’ better.”

“Yeah.” I answered once before I could stop myself, obeying his command. 

“Good girl.” He said as he closed my door gently, my hands shaking to move to turn my car on. I was ignoring my slurring and stumbling friend as I flicked my signal light on.

Then I was off.

“Who was-”

“None of your business, not yet at least.” Remmick had cut Mary off as his eyes stayed trained on the car who soon disappeared around the corner. Drool slipped from his lips and fell down his chin, he didn't bother to wipe it away this time.

The large wolfish grin that crossed Remmick’s feature made Mary grab onto Stack unintentionally, Stack hadn’t seen that type of joy for years. Not since the Juke Joint at least. It made him feel uncomfortable, less immortal.

“You encounter her again and you treat her with respect ya’ here?” Remmick said as he looked towards the two. “I won’t let my wife be mistreated.” He finished as he spun away, before Stack and Mary could question it Remmick vanished.

(NSFW below cut)

“Oh god-” Remmick muttered out, his face completely flushed as he palmed himself through his jeans. His back pressed hard into the wood of his front door, the one he had barely gotten through.

He panted openly as he fell onto his ass, his legs spread as his hands fumbled for his zipper. Once his cock hit the cool air he openly moaned, ripping his one glove off by his teeth, instantly he wrapped his hand around it. 

Whimpering in his own hold his thumb pressed into the top making him choke, the idea of her grabbing him instead made his chest stutter. Even just the idea of her watching him now made him almost cum, he had to squeeze his dick to an uncomfortable point to stop himself.

God he needed her, needed to taste her.

Needed her on his dick again, it’d been so long.

Even when they were alive their time as a couple was short. 

It’ll be different this time, he won’t waste a second.

His phone lit up, the stupid device showing an unknown number.

“Hey it’s me, your fellow vampire, I'm home! Hope you get home safely.”

Then he came, hard. It squirted past his now clawed thumb as he stuttered out a moan. His eyebrows pinched as his eyes squeezed closed, cum shooting out quickly. Just the idea was perfect, she cared. Cared enough to text him, now he didn’t have to hunt her down.

ENDNOTES: Uh- trying to learn tumblr formatting but my paragraphs have always been chunky so any suggestions is appreciated. Also are y'all okay with like more actor AU of Remmick, cause I got a lot. If y'all more of this AU just ask. Idk what to say.

Also thank you for the support.

Night y'all its almost midnight.

[slutimusprime]

Five minutes

(f. Langdon) (smut -18+) - NOT PROOFREAD (im lazy as fuck) W/C: 1.5k ish Can be read as EITHER a pt.2 of 'Glitter Tits' or a stand alone. Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, (f) receiving, make out sesh, talk of (m) receiving, quickie, risky spot? (Single stall bar bathroom), I probably missed some ngl Y/N: Referred as She/Her, implied AFAB-

“Frank-” I had started but couldn’t finish my sentence as his mouth found mine for the third time since we stumbled into the bathroom. His hands holding the sides of my face tightly as he caged me against the bathroom sink.

It dug into my back as he groaned deeply into my throat, his tongue licking in any crevice it could find. I could only gasp and groan in response. My main focus is the bulge in his pants that grazed my upper thigh once or twice, my other focus on not tripping over my own two feet.

My hands that were once holding onto his collar flew behind myself to steady my balance. The cold feeling of the sink doing nothing to ground the hot air being exchanged between our lips. 

Our teeth scraped in the fight, he smelled of booze but I’m sure half of what I was smelling was from my own lack of restraint.

This was a work party for Christ's sake, being held at Robby’s favourite bar. A gift after the second mass casualty that had occurred that year, the second one I had thrown myself into head first. I was an attending in New York, freshly transferred to Pittsburgh- My first day was supposed to happen the next day.

But it occurred later since I was shot on scene in the shoulder. I was fine, back to my full strength- But now with a leech of a man attached to my hip after I had been wheeled in, my hand shoved into a man's neck to stop the deadly bleed.

The rest was history.

Well after a few too many shots on Frank's end, and a few too many teasing words slipped into his ear we had then found ourselves in the bathroom.

“-Frank- fuck-” I said between the surges of his jaw against mine, my ass completely on the sink now- his hips slotted between my thighs. “-Pause!” I exclaimed as my back pressed into the mirror behind me, my hands shoving themselves into his chest.

He heaved but stopped, eyebrows furrowed but pupils blown impossibly wide.

“We have five minutes at most until someone realizes we're both gone-” I started my chest heaving against my shirt as I swallowed down my need, and some of his spit. “-and our first time is not happening in a gross bathroom.”

“Who said about fucking?” Frank said, shaking his head as his hands slipped away from its spot on my face, fingers trailing down to the seams of my pants. My thighs flinched at the feeling, squeezing his hips for a moment. “I just want a taste, that's all.”

“A taste?” I asked as his hands, just slightly placing themselves at the waistband of my jeans. A silent ask, my molars held each other tightly together. 

“I’ve wanted to taste you since I saw you smeared in blood and glitter-” Frank started stepping closer, his eyebrows pinched upwards. His expression was pathetic to say the least as he leaned in, his nose brushing the underside of my jaw near the lobe of my ear. 

His hands eased themselves onto my waist. “-If you don’t to it’s fine, I just needed you for myself for-”

“Ohmyfuckinggod-” I groaned as I leaned away, his expression sobering for a moment. But before he could go off on another yap session I grabbed his jaw with my one hand. Securely holding it between my fingers as his eyebrows shot up.

“We have like four minutes if you shut the fuck up and help me out of these jeans.” I think all the blue left his eyes as his pupils grew a concerning amount, I could see his mouth tense then his adam's apple bob.

“Thank you.” He had mumbled once into my mouth after my confirmation of his kiss sealing the deal. And a second thank you mumbled thrice into my inner thigh once we had worked my pants only halfway off.

Now I pressed into the wall my hair a mess, and my pants only off of my one leg exposing my underwear to him. He lapped twice at the crevice between my pelvis and thigh. Goosebumps jumped in response, my palms slapping against the drywall.

I had never done something like this before. This was new.

“Langdon you better- Oh geez-” I had cut myself off as he wedged his tongue between my folds, my breath stuttering for a moment as I realized he was still licking me through my underwear. “Langdon my under- fuck-” I cut myself off again as his tongue pressed and prodded.

My thighs twitched, my right one which still had my pants around my calf was slung over his shoulder. The back of my calf only tugged the man closer with each pursuit of his appendage. My other leg shakily held myself up, his one arm wrapped around the one on his shoulder. The other held firmly on my ankle that was holding me up.

The sensation was odd, rough- uncomfortable for moments but it made me shudder. A familiar fire burned in my belly as I pulled one hand close to bite into it. My teeth dug into my fist as his teeth tugged lightly at my underwear. His spit was slowly mixing with the wetness that seemed to build and leak out from my own undergarments.

“A minute forty in and you’ve made no progress.” I hissed out the blatant lie and he moaned into me, the vibrations that had come from the back of his throat made my breath stutter. His one hand left my ankle and tugged my underwear to the side as he dove straight in.

“God Frank,” I huffed as my stomach tightened, a pinching feeling starting as the bottom part of my jaw started to shake. The tendons in my calves tightening as I keened over slightly. His hand that was now holding my underwear to the side made it easy for him to find my pearl that had been aching for his touch.

My eyes flickered down just as his lips wrapped around my clit, my spine straightening as it slapped into the drywall with a thump! My hips jolted into his mouth as he cried into it, his own hips stuttering alongside my own. The thin air surely provides little to no comfort.

My hands had finally found his dark curls, tugging at the roots as my eyes squeezed shut, my hips desperately rutting against his mouth as his hands held me tightly. Surely bruising his fingertips deep into the skin below.

“God Frank please.” I whimpered, cracking my hard mask. My lip wobbled as the pressure in my abdomen became uncomfortably tight, impossibly tight. 

“Please,” He mumbled between his ministrations, the bulge in his jeans swelling. A small wet spot forming where the head surely sat. “Please come in my mouth.” he half-sobbed as his pelvis twitched, his face coated in my slick.

“God you're so hot-” I had huffed as I cringed into myself, the belt finally snapping. My vision went white as my vision blurred. I came with a silent scream, only a small choked sound left my lips as my legs twitched and shook. Till they finally squeezed as I rode out my high on his face, his nose putting the right amount of pressure on my clit to ease me out of it.

Tears broke my tear ducts, as Langdon moaned deeply. A guttural groan left him as he whined, his face shifting into the flesh of my thigh. Before I could ask him anything he gasped as he shook, forehead pressing deep into me. I could feel his slick covered chin graze my skin making me cringe at my own release.

Then it was a few still moments of his hips twitching, heavy breathing, and the gentle tremble of my legs.

“You okay Langdon?” I mumbled as I loosened my hold on his hair as he shook his head, his sweaty forehead smearing against my own sweaty leg. He was gasping for air as he grasped at gaining control of himself. His breath was still hot on my inner thigh, the arousal that pulsed deep within my abdomen never left just became quieter.

“I came in my pants.” I don’t believe I had heard him properly for the first time, my eyes squeezed and my head shook.

“Sorry what Langdon?” I questioned, pushing at his forehead so he could look up at me properly.

His cheek was pressed into my clothed thigh, face flushed almost completely pink as sweat built on his forehead. Pupils completely blown as a large smirk crept onto his face.

“I came in my pants-” he started with a half chuckle. “-only from eating you out. Holy fuck.” 

Holy fuck was right. Because now I only had a minute and fifteen seconds to tug down his own zipper and see if I could do the same from sucking the ever living soul out of him.

Hey y'all, hoped you like it. It's been forever since I've actually written this shit so any tips much appreciated. Suggestions are open. I'm gonna go to bed now, maybe

sorry for bad grammar.

[slutimusprime]

THE PITT BLURBS

(I really gotta find a different time to think of shit)

(Dr. Michael Robinavitch x College Reader)

NSFW UNDER LINE.

Your friend is diabetic, she drops and you panic. After dragging her to the ED and who helps you? Dr. Michael Robinavitch.

He reassures you and helps your best friend. Past the tears and the hugs you eventually leave, the older doctor stuck in your mind. So much so your fingers find their way down past your shorts and cotton underwear once or twice his name on your lips.

During an exam celebration you spot someone very familiar across the bar, his eyes already jumping away from your gaze.

He was watching first, so you decide to approach first.

Hands skim his shoulder first as you slip beside him, eyes raking up to his eyes as you smile innocently.

It starts with ‘You were a paitent-“

Replied by a ‘My friend was-‘ your hand climbing to adjust his already perfect collar.

Next it’s ’You are young-‘

Replied by ‘Old enough to drink and plenty old enough to suture any old wounds closed-‘

A nursing student freshly graduated he had learned as you had guided him towards the bathroom.

And lastly its ’Hike your leg up for me-‘ Whispered between breaths as he pushed your skirt up, cotton underwear tugged to the side. Your back pressed into the single stall of the bathroom wall.

His beard itched your thigh, his nose nudging your clit.

Replied by- Cries of his name, soon muffled by your hands at his order. Your hips cantering upward to meet his persistent devouring. Legs squirming as a coil tightened. Then shattering as if cold water was poured over your person, hips stuttering.

then finally

‘I have a good couch.’ You mumbled as he stood, wiping his lips. Brown eyes big as his calloused hands steady you by finding place on your hips.

‘I have an even better idea.’ He mumbled, nose skimming your own. You hummed at the idea. ‘A bed, mine.’

Much later you wake up, sore- But never more glad for your friends episode, or you wouldn’t have the arm of an ER doctor wrapped around your naked middle.

Only downside? He was a penguins fan.

(Sorry yall couldn’t sleep 😴)

[slutimusprime]

"Glitter Tits"

4k words - NOT PROOFREAD, also rushed

Warnings: Blood, gore, shootings, medical terms kinda, talk of addiction, horny Langdon, top reader if you squint. (If there's more sorry I missed it)

I mostly wanted to build a story, a baseline. I'll add more and tag y'all if ya want it. I just want a bite of his ass ngl

“Yeah I have an older sister.” Mel said hands wrung together as her eyes jumped away from the charting screen between Langdon and Mohan who seemed extremely confused. Mohan was more confused why she was being told this and Langdon more confused why he didn’t know. 

Mel was like a younger sister, he always knew what was going on with her.

Who was in her life, and who wasn’t. 

“She is just super busy in New York, being an attending.” Mel mumbled this time, her eyes shooting down as her stool spun slightly towards the chart on her computer screen. Before her mind and hands could get back to work his hand grabbed the back of her chair spinning her so he could analyze her. His eyes squinted, searching almost. 

Langdon had taken up to gossip and details as some sort of filler for his addiction for muscle relaxers aka the prescription painkillers he had stolen for a few months. He’s never felt more awake in years, since he ground out med school he’s just been cruising through residency. The painkillers made it easier to cruise, but now he needs every detail of everything. 

To keep his head on his body.

To keep him thinking about literally everything else other than his personal life.

The divorce was quick and easy, the three months of rehab without work was more torturous. His marriage with Abby was already on the rocks before this was the final cut and push Abby wanted. He didn’t resent her, he already knew deep down that they had forced it to work just because. 

It had been a full eight months since the pitfest massacre and the worst day of Langdons life.

Now he was in full gossip sessions with Perlah and Princess in between Robby breathing down his neck like he was some second year med student.

He had to repeat his fourth year, with consulting a attending or a fourth year resident other than himself. With weekly drug tests during any point.

But back to the topic, the one that didn’t involve his personal life.

“Your sister is an attending in New York?” Langdon asked leaning closer to Mel who nodded, her hands tucked close to her chest as she leaned away. Langdon was caging her in, pressuring her. This secret sister could get him the gossip about Santos and Garcia from Perlah, its gossip for gossip Langdon learned quickly.

“Yep, she was in charge of the night shifts ER for a year until she decided to advocate for pregnant patients and women's health.” Mel was proud of her elder sister, she always wanted to boast about her. Especially since she was currently covering the cost of Becca’s housing and just footed the bill for the rest of Mel’s education.

Her older sister was awesome and kind- Super smart too-

“Geez who knew you came from some sort of legacy.” Langdon mumbled, finally leaning back and off the pressure. His hands working in a nimble manner unwrapping a small Werther’s and slipping the caramel delight between his lips. “If ya’ told me that sooner I would’ve rolled out the carpet.”

One dry look from Mel with strained lips made him sigh.

“ ‘M jokin’.” Langdon mumbled mouth full of Werther now, his eyes darting down to the patient's chart in front of Mel. His tongue toyed with the caramel, the taste easing the bounce in the back of his heel.

“I know,” Mel said with a small smile tugging at her lips. “She’s actually coming to talk at a conference down in Pittsburgh in a week.” That made Langdons eyebrows jump in question. “But I am actually meeting her for dinner tonight, then we are going out.”

The way she said it made her almost uncomfortable, excited but uncomfortable.

“You go out?” Mohan peeped up for the first time, her single eyebrow raised in question. She was currently leaning on the nurses station, her hands spinning her favourite pen in between her fingers. “I didn’t take you to the party type.”

“No,” Mel answered honestly, suddenly aware of the pressure on her next few words. “But my sister wants me to relax and get out there.” She said with a shrug as she finished up her chart, her eyes jumping to Robby who was making his way towards the three. “Robby alert.”

That made both residents' eyes jump open, that's a fun saying she had learned the nurses and students used when a chief resident would swoop in. That being either Dr. Jack Abbot or Dr. Michael Robinavitch.

Mohan beelined it out of there and Langdon spun like a ballerina and off to a shattered ankle.

Langdon had to admit it, he was very curious about this older sister. He was going to need to stalk someone's instagram and find every detail about this because if he couldn’t have pain killers. He was going to need some new information to spew to his four year old and two year old during their mandatory IHOP breakfasts.

“Hey Mel, can I talk to you for a moment?” Robby asked as Mel stood, his glasses slid off his nose and dropped onto the front of his scrub top. His hand nervously found the back of his neck as he itched the itch that wasn’t there. That's another nervous tick she had also picked up in the last eight months.

“Mmhm.” Mel hummed in response as Robby guided her off to a side hallway, his hand hovering on her lower back. He hovered once more as he looked down each way of the hallway. Though there were busying bodies hovering and feeding the hive's ever growing comb there were no prying ears.

“Hows your relationship with your older sister?” Robby asked point blank, eyes squeezed shut as Mel’s eyes shot open in surprise. “Please tell me it's good.” Robby prayed aloud as his hands came together like a nuns as he peaked at Mel's shocked expression. She did not seem upset, which was the first green light in his head.

“It is.” Mel quickly said, nervously adjusting her black stethoscope around her neck. “Why?”

READER POV:

“If you want me to call back and tell that Gloria chick no I totally can.” I quickly said as my elbow looped with Mel’s, my precious younger sister. Mel quickly shook her head no as she had a wide smile on her face. Her hair was down and straightened, small bits of silver tinsel shone in the nightlife of Pittsburgh. 

I had dragged Mel down to the floor of my temporary apartment, straightening her hair weaving the tinsel into her roots. She was giggling the entire time as I did small tad bits of makeup dabbling it over her face. Then squeezing her into a low cut shirt and dark wash boot cut jeans. Then finally gifting her my favourite brown leather jacket as some sort of shield. 

She needed to let go and try something new, I had basically abandoned her while she watched Becca and I fucked off. She needs me now, and I was going to take care of her.

It starts with something fun.

“No, I want you there.” Mel reassured me, my top teeth biting down on my bottom lip. I didn’t want to barge into her life and mess it up though, she deserved to choose. “Really I do, I think it would be fun.” She said with a rise of her shoulders as her hands wrung the leather strap of her cross over bag. 

I sighed heavily with pinched brows. I had done myself up a little more, more grungy than the professional look I had been rocking. 

Short jean skort with a heavy belt, a few too many rhinestones on the ass that would surely scrape some wooden barstools. A fun short tank top  with ‘Richer Than You’ bedazzled across the chest, my favourite shoes. A bit of jewelry and bangles then finally glitter smeared across the top of my eyelid and some dropped on my collarbone

Mel had taken lead and smeared more golden glitter with flecks of rainbow across my arms, and on my neck.

I had let her, she seemed to be having fun getting ready for once.

Maybe as excited as she was for my white coat ceremony.

“I can’t wait.” I almost squealed, squeezing my own bag slightly tighter, I was now dragging Mel into the closest gay bar I could find. “We are going to have so much fun tonight!”

“Whoohoo.” Mel said with a large smile as she inhaled the booze the moment we pushed through the glass door streaked with sweaty fingerprints. She wrinkled her nose in response. I cringed but distracted her quickly with a bit of a spin to the music which was currently Chappell Roan being blasted on some shitty speakers.

“Let's get smashed!” I cheered, my chest full of hope, and my boobs slowly acquiring more glitter than necessary.

“Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME.” I grumbled as I dragged Mel out a back door, my grip on her hand iron. The shots had lit up the fourth bar we had jumped too, my head spinning as I ignored the screams alike. Panic was rising alongside my blood pressure. Blood was surely soon to start spewing alongside drunk projectile vomiters who wretched at the sight of the wounds and blood.

Then my shift focused, to Mel.

For a moment I felt like a young teen again, hugging my sister close.

So I pulled her tighter for a moment. 

I could feel Mels bones shaking and goosebumps screaming as we dropped beside a dumpster. My one hand sprawled against the greasy green garbage can, my other around Mel’s shoulders. My mind was rattling as I had Mels nose tucked into the crook of my neck, I could feel her shaky hands grip the sides of my tank top tightly.

“We're fine, the shots are done.” I whispered into her ear, my body leaning to peek out of the alleyway we were stuck in. The bar across the street had actually been lit up, by stray shots shattered the front windows of the one we had been in. I had dragged her out of the bar quickly just in case a second round went off. There was no way in hell I was going to risk any stray bullets even risk grazing Mel.

“We gotta go.” I mumbled standing up, Mel quickly followed as she pushed her hair behind her ears. My hand left her shoulder but found her hand quickly. I felt terrible, our luck was shittier than the dumpster we were standing beside.

“Go where?” Mel asked, lip quivering. For a moment I paused, brushing her stray hairs back. I could see her eyes well with tears.

“Go help, because that's what we do.”

THIRD PERSON POV AGAIN:

“Mel?!” Dr. Jack Abbot exclaimed in alarm, his grey curls turning greyer as he leapt into the back of the pickup truck as quickly as his prosthesis would allow him. Mel seemed to look at him with big watery eyes. 

She was petrified, her one hand gripping the back truck to hold balance while her other hand held pressure on a gunshot wound to the right lower quadrant. Of what seemed to be a young twenty-five year old male who was celebrating pride month, the boy's face pinched in a grimace.

“Are you okay?” Abbot said inspecting Mels bloody form, elbows down covered in blood. Her shins also soaked in the red liquid. Also more flickers of blood on her face, neck, and lap. But nothing coming out of her body, nothing but a few tear tracks. Her head started to shake before her words could leave her lips.

Abbot’s hands moved carefully patting her down, checking his gloves once in a while.

He wasn’t going to risk one of his favourite residents' life just because he trusted her words. She was sweet, he had learned that over the night shifts they had shared together. Hell she had been involved in a rooftop chat, the ER needed people like Mel.

“ ‘M fine, they aren’t.” Mel said shakily, her body flinching as Abbot’s hands moved. Abbot's eyes flickered over the six other patients. Four greens, two yellows then the pink Mel was keeping alive currently by her fist being wrapped in some sort of shirt that was shoved into his abdomen.

“You're good, you're fine.” Jack quickly said as he started slapping wrist bands on everyone quickly, his hands moving robotically. This was the third batch of patients, more was surely coming. Unless they died. Which was terrible but it would technically make his job easier- 

“Was all that work yours?” Shen had to ask as he helped unload the patients quickly, his hands securely holding on to Mel's and she shook her head. She seemed steady, steadier than he had expected. The girl had hardened slightly but she was still kind, the pitt hadn’t killed her yet.

“Not all of it,” She murmured as her head was abuzz, confused but working. “My sister helped a lot.” Then she smiled, Shen quickly helped her jump down as sirens of speeding ambulances lit up all their internal alarms.

“You have a sister?” Shen asked, Abbot also frowned as he grabbed hold of the bleeding patient's ankles, dragging the poor boy to the edge of the truck's bed. His hands worked to control the bleed and inspect it as gurneys and wheelchairs shot out of the ED doors from nursing staff and others alike.

“Yep, she's super cool.” Mel mumbled as she fell into the steady flow of the ER.

“Who the fuck did that?” Langdon asked with a smile, arm deep into some chick's chest. His eyes had jumped to the weirdly crafted chest tube shoved into another lady's chest. It was terribly crafty, random things pulled off what seemed to be a keg just shoved into her skin between her ribs.

But it was done right, and damn good. Messy because of the arts and crafts that was needed to do it, but it was clean and done by an expert.

Almost textbook. 

Except the little bit of glitter smeared around the general area of the patient's ribs.

“Some lady, with a shit ton of glitter on her tits.” Her friend beside her said, her eyes full of tears as she stroked her friend's hairline. Her lip wobbled but she recalled the memory easily, the girl was a god damn god sent back when she slipped between the barstools eyes sharp- knife between her fingers even sharper.

“I was saved by glitter tits too!” A man said as he was wheeled by. He was clutching his lower leg which had an at-home type of tourniquet 5cm above the wound right below the joint. Which was also done nicely, with its own bit of glitter traced on his knee.

Langdon frowned, and slowly started to realize how many of the patients had this certain type of glitter smeared near their wounds. Gold with flecks of rainbow.

Those patients were all currently alive right now, some only alive because of said individual.

“Glitter tits.” Whitaker had mumbled, who was currently pressure infusing blood into Langdons patient. His ginger eyebrows furrowed as he looked towards Langdon. “Sounds like some weird godmother.”

“Sounds like a great fuckin’ story to tell, imagine it.” Langdon said as his patients blood pressure shot up, as did his patients heart rate. “Getting shot, then saved by a fairy with glitter tits, sounds like a weird wet dream.” Langdon smirked at the idea, a weird feeling blooming in his chest. Must be some insane EMT on their night out.

“I think we have different ideas of wet dreams.” Whitaker deadpanned and Langdon wanted to punch him in his little doe eyed face for a brief moment. 

“Yours probably involve some sort of cattle or cousin so how- OW!” Langdon groaned as he felt a hard smack on the back of his head. He turned to glare but cowered slightly when he saw Dana’s own glare. She smirked at that, that head charge nurse pride swelled in her chest at the cowering resident.

“Robby.” Dana quickly said her tone dropping as her eyes read her phone, Robby paused mid-glove change. “Another round of shots were fired, the shooter was killed but-” Her eyes paused for a moment, then they darted to Mel. “Same area where she’s probably working.”

Robby knew Mel’s sister was in the field, he paused himself.

“Not a word to Mel.” He said, leaning in his finger steady. “We’ll just keep taking the patients, tell me if there is any word on a <HAIR COLOUR> female roughly early thirties or late twenties. She is a full code.” The words were quick and whispered as Dana’s hand worked quickly, the message being sent to the incident command. 

“Three reported reds left! Two yellows alongside a green maybe?” She announced listing off the numbers she had just received over the phone moments before to the rest of the emergency department. “Then the rest of whatever crawls out of the alleyways.”

“Perfect as always Dana!” Robby announced as his eyes jumped to poor Mel, he needed to play it cool. She was currently attending and checking up on the yellows, Robby had offered her to opt out but she shook her head and cleared her tears.

He was in a hard place, he wanted to tell her.

But-

“My sister already benched me, I’m not being benched again.” Mel had said through tears putting her hair up in a sloppy ponytail, her eyes darting to Robby’s. “She had shoved me in the back of the pickup telling me to go take care of our patients and that's what I’m going to do.” 

Robby had been taken about by her firmness, he hadn’t seen it before. She didn’t waiver this time, sure her hands shook but she didn’t waiver. 

Mel wouldn’t admit it to anyone else except her sisters.

Her sisters would snuggle under their favourite and heavy blankets, popcorn between their teeth and secrets leaving their lips.

Then in a break of vulnerability Mel would whisper to her elder sister, hand covering her mouth: I want to not waiver like you, be unbreakable.

Then she would look to Mel, her own vulnerability being exposed like an ugly wound. A wound she wanted to keep sealed, the more you exposed a wound the greater risk for infection. She would pause, hesitate. Then she would trade secrets with her.

“I don’t waiver, because I know-” She would pause because she was nervous, afraid to break that elder sister mask. The shield she had up since their parents had died, the shield she swore she'd let splinter but never shatter. Then Mel would squeeze her hand. “-because I know I can be as vulnerable as I need to around you.”

“Langdon your mine!” Abbot said which made the resident flinch like a rat caught in the dumpster, he was hunched over a leg as Abbot made a steadfast approach.

“Uh- I’m not O negative.” Langdon blurted out his hands raised in defense and Abbot paused as he grabbed the front of his gown dragging him towards the ambulance bay. But Robby grabbed Langdons arm before Abbot could steal him away.

“Take Mel!” Robby did a trade with residents as Mel was soon whisked away, she was quick on Abbot's feet. Langdon felt buzzed, pure on adrenaline- Last time something like this happened his life was ruined, changed forever. He didn’t know how or what to feel-

“-Langdon, you there?” Robby asked, he was quick to swoop in.

“Yeah, sorry just a lot.” Langdon said shaking his head and Robby patted his shoulders twice which seemed to shake his limbs back into action.

“Take a sec, then find your flow.”

LANGDONS POV:

It had been eight minutes since Langdon found his flow again, nine minutes since Mel left to help Abbot.

Now fifteen seconds since he had been starstruck as a girl was wheeled in on top of a boy that was laying down on said gurney. She was in her bra and a jean skort, blood smeared down from her right shoulder and her legs and thighs were just covered in it. Her hands already had clots forming between her freshly done nails, her hair must’ve been thrown up in a rush with what seemed to be the closest thing she could find. Which was a pen, belonging to a pub Langdon frequented.

Her thighs caged the boys ribcage, her hand shoved into the boy's neck as her voice carried through the ED.

Strong and commanding. Even with glitter smeared between pools of blood. The only place with glitter that was not tainted by blood was her eyelids, and right above her breasts of course.

“This must be Glitter tits! A fairy godmother is what they're calling you.” Langdon found his voice as quickly as he found the bullet hole under her left collarbone, closer to her armpit than her lung.

“Really? That's so sweet.” She said as she glanced over her shoulder, eyes locking with Langonds. They seemed to gleam with pride as Mel appeared by her side. Mel’s eyes watery as her hands slipped over Glitter tits, her eyes stuck on her bullet wound.

“Thanks Mellie.” She said quickly as Robby jumped to aid the patient, Langdons hands finding her waist offering support. Rotating to face the edge of the gurney for a moment she sat up on her knees, she was looking down at Langdon eyes almost hungry.

“You must be Langdon.” The words made Adam's apple bob, he stepped back slightly as her legs swung over the edge. “Mel said you were like a big brother.” Her touch lit his skin on fire from under the scrubs, only feeding the fire in the pit of his stomach.

She was bossy, silent when needed, loud when required.

Her arts and craft work spoke for itself, and her living patient count spoke even louder volumes.

The nickname and mention of Mel made it click, Mel’s older sister.

Langdon moved at her silent command as he steadied her off the gurney and into a wheelchair, and he moved her quickly to a small separate area. His fingers already going to probe the wound, gauze finding the wound. How he found the gauze or how he steadied his hands he didn’t know.

He felt himself being analyzed, devoured from the inside out. His skin peeled back as she took in each layer, even vein, every microbe that crawled between his cells.

He didn’t know if it would be too forward to ask to maybe take her out to eat, or eat her out later.

“Langdon,” His name made him jump, his eyes finding hers as he was kneeling before her. A nurse already working an IV. She licked her lips which quickly developed a smirk. “You alright?”

Maybe she wanted to eat him out, he’d let her. Never considered that type of thing but he could already feel something deep down in his pelvic region simply simmer at the idea.

“Yep.” He said and she laughed. “Would it be too forward to ask in advance for a drink when you feel better?”

She seemed to think about it then, she grimaced in pain, her body flinching obviously because of her shoulder. But she shook it off. While Perlah looked like she was going to strike him. 

She didn’t get it.

She didn’t understand the fire that was being lit from a simple look.

“Got yourself a deal Langdon, now help me with this shoulder.” She murmured and Perlah almost gasped, but snuck a fist bump in between.

“Yes Ma’am.” Langdon said. Now he had something else to simmer on, another person to learn about. In more ways than one.

WHO SAID THAT? If y'all want actual smut, then just ask. Please do I actually really wanna write it I just want to know if y'all wanna RECEIVE IT. Okay bye I work in t-minus five hours and gotta sleep. Thanks for the support y'all.

[slutimusprime]

THE PITT BLURBS

(obv b4 i have to wake up for work in t-minus 3hrs)

How would yall like a Dr. Langdon fic about Mel’s older sister?? The title “Glitter Tits”

They meet after a mass casualty and Langdon is super confused why a shit ton of the patients had flickers of Gold and Rainbow glitter littered everywhere?? Even better when he sees the glitter fairy rush into Mel’s arms, bloody but hot?? Her hands bloody as they cascade through Mel’s hair.

Now Langdon has to know who she is, what she does, and if she will run her bloody and glittered hands through HIS hair while he eats her out.

Just me? Okay 🏃💨

NOT CHEATING FIC BTW. fuck that noise.

[slutimusprime]

Actor AU: Trip and Fall!

NOT PROOFREAD - die like soldiers, also I'm lazy bites lip

Also minors DNI like in general, I see y'all

1.7k - Just fluff

First day on set, first scene with Jack O'Connel

WARNINGS: Uh nerves? FEMALE PRONOUNS USED IM SORRY, Claws and shit but you know what you're getting into. Idfk I haven't done this in a LONG time. Also you may get more who knows.

“I feel so fancy in these shoes.” I mumbled as I ground the kitten heel of the small red pair of shoes I was wearing deep into the red dirt. It kicked up little dust from what I could see, it was late at night. The hot air of Louisiana kept even the colder nights where the moon was raised high in the air, even just lukewarm.

The dress I was wearing was a light blue dress with a low u-collar, it was in a drop-waist type of style. On my arms was a thin red shawl that matched the red of my shoes, the shawl had some long falling tassels that my hands seemed to consistently play with. Then a simple string of pearls resting just below my collarbone, they were fake but they felt nice.

Then I heard a call of my name.

Spinning I saw a makeup artist hurry over, in her hands a small mirror and some product I didn't quite recognize. She seemed to have an arsenal of things on her belt, blush and other products alike.

“Just touching you up.” She mumbled and I let my eyes flutter close as small bits and pieces of product layered onto my face, thin and barely noticeable. Just making me a tad prettier for the quarter million dollar camera that was about to capture every flinch of my arm and crease of my brows. “Finally a mole,” She barely whispered as I felt a blunt poke and roll of an eyebrow pencil. “You're all done.”

“Thanks Kate.” I said with a smile as my eyes cracked open again then I made my way towards my starting point. My hands played with the straw purse my character needed, a simple pair of keys and fake makeup products filled the thing. Lines flashed behind my eyes briefly as I whispered them to myself, glancing behind me for a moment I saw my partner for this scene only briefly.

My first scene, our first scene together.

My cheeks warmed as I felt him walk up beside me, he wore a white wife beater with simple brown trousers and suspenders. This Remmick seemed to be mid-vampire transformation, long claws with long teeth to match. But he still seemed human, hands not too long nor his canines. I had seen some of the later prosthetics, those were the ones I was excited to see. He must’ve seen my line of sight as a small smile cracked onto his lips.

“Don’t tell me your scared of lil’ ol’ Remmick-”

“Don’t even start Jack.” Laughing I shoved him lightly, my eyes only staying trained on the claws for a moment longer. “Just a wee bit nervous for this all.” I mumbled the last part as I cracked my knuckles, my palms becoming increasingly sweatier the more we waited. And the more I had to divulge in the torturous small talk that was between me and the hottest colleague I believe I've ever had since working at my local Starbucks.

“You’ll be fine.” he almost purred as he shook out his hands. I wanted to physically recoil at his words and throw myself into a bonfire.

But I chose to wave him off instead. 

Shaking my head I felt a small nudge to my side, the director. Nodding I heard some machines whirl up as suddenly the small area that was supposed to be Clarksdale, Mississippi was suddenly being pounded in artificial rain. Taking a few steps I let myself get decently wet then readied myself to a run.

“Everyone ready?” I heard a call beside me, the director holding the clapperboard in hand. “Scene two, <your characters name> dash-” He started his call, my heart thrummed beneath my chest as I quickly shook my nerves out of my wrists. “-and go!” With the call the top of the clapperboard snapped down with a crack! 

Suddenly I wasn’t myself anymore, but a poor petrified girl running for her life.

“Help! Please!” I pleaded aloud as my heels smashed into the manmade puddles beneath me, my skirt, heels and legs caking on mud already. Tears brimmed my eyes quickly and fell just as fast as I sped towards one of the faux buildings the production crew had made. A small chapel-like building on the edge of town.

The spot my character was going to find sanctuary. 

“Please I beg!” I wailed as my one hand grabbed a fistful of my skirts as I soon went into a full desperate sprint. Then I slipped, my heel scrapping a bad piece of rock. My left leg swung under me taking out my other leg. With a real yelp I slammed into the ground below, my hands threw out to soften the fall but barely. 

I don’t know what came over me, maybe it was the thundering of my heart or the rasp of my throat. Or it was my reputation for my obstinacy but I only cried and scooped myself up, dropping my shawl in the process. Barely feeling the burn of my wounds I crawled my way back to my feet as I stumbled up the church’s steps.

Fumbling my hands into the purse they shook with every crack or cry of faux thunder. Crying aloud as I dumped my belongings onto the ground, between pieces of makeup I snatched up the keys. Blindly I shoved individual keys into the keyhole hoping for the lock to click open just for it to fail.

Then a body slammed itself overtop of mine, a chest into my back making me scream in genuine surprise to top of my lungs as I felt hand full of claws greedily wrap itself around my neck. The other hand slammed beside my face, then finally a knee slammed wedged itself between my legs, hosting me slightly off my feet.

If I wasn’t supposed to be playing a petrified girl, I'd be extremely horny right now.

Not saying that I'm not a little turned on right now-

“Aw hush my little canary,” The irish accent of my pursuer purred itself straight into my ear, his breath hot on the little spot between my head and back of my ear. My body shook down to the marrow within my bones, the crawl of his words making genuine goosebumps jump and scream. “You just gotta’ let me into yer’ soul- and a little more.” I whimpered as I sobbed into the church's door, my cheek smashed against the peeling white paint and then as his sharp teeth started to scrape against the nape of my neck I screamed.

Piercing the air my vocal cords rattled like a rattlesnake's tail, this highnote surely didn’t exist as I felt myself dizzy. My eyes squeezed shut as I drew out the note as long-

“CUT!” The director screamed over a microphone and I instantly muted myself. Then fake rain cut off as the man behind me removed his hand from my throat and dropped his knee. As I took a dizzying step back I felt clawed hands plant themselves on my waist, my eyes fluttering for a moment as I turned in his hold.

Remmick- Or Jack stood there with a tilted closed mouth smile, eyebrows pinched slightly in worry.

“Remind me to bring earplugs when you're on set next.” I bursted out laughing as my hands grabbed onto his forearms to steady myself again, a large grin left on my face as the director made his way towards the church's steps.

“You alright there?” The director asked but quickly interrupted himself. “The fall, though accidental, looked amazing!” I nodded quickly with a strained smile. “Great take, I don’t think we’ll need another as long as the second shot looks fine.” He explained as I hummed in response, suddenly aware of the burning sensation in my palms and down my left lateral shin. Glancing down at my palms first they had few rocks and itty bitty droplets of blood, surely my shin the same. 

“-Hey.” Blinking at a call of my name I noticed Jack looking down at me concerned, his smile slowly slipping from his mouth. “Ya’ took a pretty bad fall, you alright?” He mumbled and I nodded but he shook his head. “I'll take her to the first aid station.” 

The director nodded as he cringed once he glanced at my leg, before a protest could leave my throat Jack's right hand left my elbow and slid behind my back. His palm spread out on my lower back as I was guided down the steps. Flushing in response he guided me into my chair as the medic quickly fussed over me.

“Thanks Jack you didn’t need to-”

“I wanted to.” he quickly said as he pushed back his now soaked hair, though a wig it looked pretty damn real. Nodding as I puffed my cheeks full of hot air I suddenly realized how soaked through we both were. My eyes briefly settled on his exposed collarbone-

My god I am better than no man-

“-geez did you hit your head?” Jack said quickly and I shook myself out of another trance.

“Sorry what?” I said breaking out into another nervous smile and he laughed. Not a chuckle but a deep rumble coming from the back of his throat, it made me swallow back some saliva.

“I said, I wasn’t too rough with you there?” I must’ve given him a weird look because he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb towards the church. “When I slammed ya’ into the church?”

“No-” I said quickly, shaking my head as I also waved him off with my hand. “-it was fine, I enjoyed it.” After a pregnant pause I quickly realized my words after a snort from the medic. My was most genuinely on fire as I felt bile claw itself up my throat “Oh my god no -like it was good! No not like good but like fine- It was great acting!” My ramble was cut off with a hearty laugh leaving Jack’s throat as he paused hand mid drag over his mouth, his eyes seemed to read something in my pinched expression.

“I’ll remember that for our next scene.” He said with a final wave as the director called him over. He slowly walked away, my eyes trailing down his back between the suspenders that tugged at his shoulder. My mouth clamped shut to make sure none of my own drool slipped from between my lips.

Note to self, wire your fucking mouth shut.

Sorry I'm a whore catch y'all later, and if y'all see weird grammar or spelling mistakes no you didn't. Bye sexies

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Pro-Hero Shoto fic - NOT PROOFREAD (im lazy)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: UH-Readers a Hooker, Not Proofread, Shoto's Dense, implied violence, partial mentioned nudity, shitty flirtin.

Y/N: Referred as She/Her, implied AFAB, She's a hooker, streetname is 'Lucky'

“I’ll supervise.” Shoto said to the police officer beside him, the dingy living room they were standing in was two thirds destroyed at this point. The authorities and heroes were in a second story condo in Euscha city, it was in the more active part of the city. Obvious paraphernalia and other questionable substances littered the chaotic and unkempt house. Two villains and another accomplice were being placed in cuffs as police were inspecting the area. Shoto was leaning against one of the far walls that had stayed up as he looked out the very large hole in the building that showed the still hustling streets of the district.

“If I had one yen for every time I slept with a guy who was then later arrested for villainy I’d have five yen.”

Shoto flinched once he heard the unfamiliar and feminine voice on his left. The wall he was leaning on was beside a hallway, and supposedly the police had searched the rest of the house and deemed there were no more occupants.

All the trust Shoto had developed with the police department in the last seven years since the Stain incident had suddenly vanished.

Maybe he should start doing sweeps now-

“At this point it’s ridiculous-” Hearing her voice again made him snap out of his train of thoughts as he properly looked at her. “-Like seriously how am I this unlucky?” The woman was loosely draped in a blue blanket which was pulled over her shoulders and tugged over her chest as a form of modesty. It fell a little below her knees as she took her place leaning on the far wall of the hallway. 

‘Why was she wearing a blanket-’ Shoto thought to himself before pausing, quickly cluing in. ‘Oh, she was naked.’ 

“Are you a villain Miss?” he hesitantly asked with a raised brow, the chances were low but not impossible. There was a pause, her face blanking before she burst into a fit of giggle before blowing her hair out of her face.

“Nah- That's not my type of occupation.” She said casually and Shoto visibly relaxed as he resumed his leaning position on the wall. “I just suck the cock of any sorry sack that offers me cash. Unfortunately this is like the fifth time my clients have been arrested before I got paid- I really kinda’ find a different job.” She grumbled glaring at the one man that was face down on the floor in quirk suppressant cuffs.

“-Or find a more reliable clientele.” Shoto absentmindedly suggested, horror quickly crossing his features as he realized what he said. His head slowly turned towards her but she cut him off with laughter that echoed throughout the room catching at the attention of everyone there.

“I’ll let you off with a warning since you’re cute, but it’s not a bad suggestion.” She said as she peered behind her looking for something. Shoto gave a gentle smile in relief as she gave a sigh before facing him. “Well it’s best if I change-”

“Uh- you can’t.” An officer quickly said, camera in hand as he photographed the scene and the mysterious lady and Shoto both raised their brows in response. “We- we aren’t supposed to tamper with the scene till its documented.” He explained quickly, staring directly at Shoto.

“I’m sure there's nothing criminal about my panties and booty shorts- other than how criminally dry they were after tonight.” She piped up and- 

Shoto had no words, literally he had nothing to say in response as he turned towards the officer who was redder than beetroot.

“Then can you kindly take crime photos in this area first so she can change?” Shoto suggested a little firm and the officer quickly nodded, slipping between the two. “I’m sure you'll be able to change soon.” Shoto said softly, facing the woman and she smiled in return.

“Thanks, well I guess I forgot to introduce myself. Everyone calls me Lucky.” She said using one hand to conceal herself while her other was outstretched towards him. He quickly took it with a shake, electricity instantly shooting up others hands.

They both quickly dismissed it as they released one another, missing the dark indigo that was spreading on each other's palms. The mark that had connected each other since the beginning of each others lives, a feeling they both dismissed simply because-

Both of them believed it unfathomable that one other could possibly deserve someone as special as a soulmate. Let alone the kind person in front of one another.

“I am Todoroki Shoto, it’s nice to make your acquaintance. I wish we could have met under better circumstances.” He said letting go of her palm, instantly missing the warmth it had brought. Pins and needles now laid nestled under his skin as he crossed his arms trying to ease the feeling as he watched the woman. She seemed so unbothered with the situation, like violent crimes had surrounded her whole life.

“Honestly this is preferred,” she started and he raised another confused brow. “I feel like a princess being saved after she decided to jump in the goblin den.” The comparison made him pause, which made her grin grow. He processed the metaphor before nodding in understanding and that made her snort once again. “Who knew the prince would be as dense as the news actually says.” he paused again.

“Am i-”

“Yes Todoroki, you are the prince in this metaphor.” She explained and he sighed at his ignorance.

“So you’re a-” he paused. “Prostitute?” He asked carefully, watching her expression carefully, she cringed at the word.

“I prefer hooker, it makes me feel less gross for some reason.” She explained and he nodded.

“I see, I didn’t know if there was another term for the occupation- I apologize.” He said with a bow and she jumped at the gesture. 

“No no- it’s alright, you didn’t know and some of us prefer different titles.” She quickly said and he nodded as he made a mental note for the future.

A scuffle of boots made them both glance down at the hallway, both taking note of the officer leaving the area giving Shoto the nod of approval. Which made Lucky frown but shrug it off as she started down the hall, which made Shoto quickly take the stance of a bodyguard in the hallways entrance. “Aw you’re guarding the hallway, so sweet.” Shoto heard from behind him and he peaked behind him to see her peeping from the bedroom door, drape gone but her very exposed shoulders and collarbone made him assume she was still nude.

He quickly whipped his head forward again, a blush turning his ears a pretty pink.

It made her laugh again.

God, did he really start enjoying that sound.

And she sure as hell started to enjoy watching the pro blush.

“Alright I’m done,” He heard from behind him and he turned to see her dressed. Wearing short denim shorts, a loose tank top with a sweater of sorts in her arms alongside her purse. She turned towards him with another toothy grin. “Thanks again-”

“Sorry but I'll need your statement Miss.” an officer interrupted quickly making Shoto frown but Lucky shrugged in response as she went to follow the officer giving Shoto a small wave.

Shoto made sure to stick around even after he was dismissed, first he found a wallet that had belonged to who he assumed was the main villain. Carefully opening the wallet he found quite the amount of cash and carefully took it all out and tidied up the bills in a nice stack before dropping the wallet. As soon as it looked like the officer was done with Lucky he quickly approached her with the wad of cash holding it out to her.

“Here's the payment he owes you for-'' he hesitated, glancing at the cop. “-talking to one another.” Gently she reached out and grabbed the edges of the bills, just barely missing his touch. Her eyes scanned the stack and her mouth opened to protest but he quickly interrupted. “I'm sure he’d love to tip you due to the inconvenience of this evening.” 

“Well thanks Hot-stuff, who knows maybe I’ll see on my next shift!” She said cheerfully stuffing the cash into her purse. Quickly she kissed the pads of her middle and pointer before gently touching them against Shoto’s lips. She quickly left shouting over her shoulder. “That’s my payment kiss!”

Shoto smiled as he felt his chest tingle alongside his lips where she had pressed her fingers. 

“Uh- Sir what do you have on your lips?” Shoto paused as he looked at the officer's pale face, moving to a shattered mirror which rested on the wall he paused. Two faint indigo fingerprints laid across his lips, right where she had touched. Attempting to wipe his mouth with his sleeve, nope- It was fading at the same rate as before. “Who knew Shoto’s soulmate would be a prostitute-”

“Hooker.” Shoto quickly said frown, taking over his features as he looked towards the officer in question.

“Sorry sir?” He said nervously as his colleague side-eyed him from afar.

“She prefers hooker.” Shoto said simply crossing his arms as he stared down the police officer who was in disbelief. “Did you get her name?”

“We- we only got her street name sir! Lucky wasn’t it?” The other officer jumped to save his friend as Shoto nodded as he started towards the doors. “Uh Sir- Where are you going?”

“To find my soulmate.”

"The prositute-" One police officer asked before a hand quickly swatted the back of his head.

"It's hooker sir."

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Keith Kogane fanfic — too lazy to edit lol

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# Not Requested

# AFAB reader

It was mindless joy.

A small feeling of giddy budding in between my bones and blooming in my heart when I heard that he was returning. My tongue slipped between my teeth and gently poked between my lips as I made it towards the loading dock. My cheeks hurt from trying to contain my smile as I tried to get to the glass that over viewed the whole station. It was a slightly difficult trip due to polished marble and socks being a terrible combination. Giggling as I turned a specific hallway I noticed Allura standing near the glass leaning on one of the metal poles that sectioned the glass into three. 

“Hey Allura!” I exclaimed with a rapid wave of my hand and I made it to her side quickly. Sliding on the marble I wasn’t able to stop so I only ended up gently bumping into her which made her chuckle but I saw her face morph into a somber expression. Stepping back, my hand was on her forearm with a comforting rub, I was about to ask what happened but the roar of an engine snapped my attention to the window. Gasping I ran right up to the window and plastered my hands against the cool glass as I vibrated with excitement. When I didn’t see his red and white uniform at first I became worried. 

Then I noticed a slightly familiar figure. Pushing myself closer to the glass I visibly gawked when I realized it was him. Keith had returned but- He looked different, much more different than I expected him too. His hair was much longer, it was still a mullet but I was disappointed with the maintenance of it. Keith had grown much taller, his physique had improved. Improved so much I felt a small blush run down my neck.

Waving my arms wildly while jumping up and down must’ve caught enough attention for Kieth to also follow the line of stares. Once I noticed his attention fully locked onto me I felt my heart implode as I exploded, it felt like fresh water filled my lungs and put my heart into harddrive. Other (what I assume) Galran crewmates slowly turned towards Keith who was watching plainly as I lost my shit. They broke into laughter, some clapping him on the back while others gave me a thumbs up. I could see the dread of the future teasing he would receive but I didn’t care.

Because once he looked back up at me, adoration shining in his eyes as a small toothy grin crossed his face I knew it. Keith was back. And no way in hell was he going to leave without a proper hug this time.

Spinning on my heel I went to pass Allura when her hand latched onto my bicep stopping me. Looking towards her confused I felt my joy slipping from beneath my feet as I took in her serious expression. “Allura are you-”

“Do you still care about him even though you know what he is now?” She asked her eyebrows digging deeper into her face, her expression was nothing less than disgust and disappointment. My body faltered as I tore my eyes away from hers as I tried to rationalize her words, swallowing down some bile my expression hardened as I ripped my arm out of her grip. She looked taken aback as I took a step back, taking a deep breath I looked at her once more.

“I suggest you forget you ever asked me that-”

“What his people did-” She tried to argue but once my nose scrunched and my expression sharpened she stopped herself and looked away.

“That was ten thousand fucking years ago, these people have done nothing wrong to earn your ignorance. I shouldn’t have to scold a princess on proper manners.” I finished as I stormed off rage replacing the once childish joy I was feeling.

“Such a fucking bitch for no reason,” I grumbled as I threw my pillow against the large window in my room as I thought back to the past hour. Allura put the mandatory hold and decontamination on the Galran crew as she wanted to debrief Voltron on potential risks of Galran. The moment she mentioned their risks I had stood up and walked out, she had “ordered” me back but Pidge followed after me before she could get another word in. Lance wasn’t far behind as Hunk shook his head in disappointment while he left with us. I was glad the others stood up to her with me but I needed to be alone because in the end Allura had full control which was bullshit-

Repeated knocking to my door made me sigh as I grabbed a sweater to slip on top and over my bra and walked toward the door. Waving at my door it slid open and I started talking before looking at who it was.

“Allura you know I don’t want to ta-AH!” I exclaimed, jumping back when I realized it was Keith. He had jumped to his eyes wide as he took me in.

“Expecting someone else?” He asked, his voice was different too. Closer up I could see he was freshly showered, his hair only partially dried. Scrapes were visible on his forearms as I noticed the sweatshirt he was wearing was rolled up to his elbows. He was wearing some regular sweats that were also just in his socks and I suddenly felt extremely exposed from wearing only shorts, a sweater, and mismatched socks. 

“Holy shit- you- hey.” I said as I suddenly felt all confidence drain from my body as I took a step back while he just leaned against the doorway. “You wanna come in?” I asked and he paused his expression slightly surprised as he nodded and he walked in the door sliding shut behind him as he awkwardly stood there.

“So-”

“We- Shit sorry-” I said, stopping myself with my hand covering my mouth as he also stopped mid sentence. “You-”

“You can-” We both stopped again as we tried to offer the other a chance to speak. Bursting into a fit of giggles I tried to stop my laughter with my hands but I couldn’t stop another laugh bubble up and out of my chest. Keith only paused before breaking into his own fit of laughter, leaning against my desk for support as I tried to calm myself. We fell into comfortable silence as Keith just looked around my room. His eyes jumped to the new clay figures I was molding beside me on my desk before they rested on me once more. 

“You have grown so much.”

“You haven’t grown much.” He said quickly which made me scoff and heave myself on my desk as my legs kicked the air.

“You grew into an asshole.” I huffed out crossing my arms and he laughed.

“Correction, a bigger asshole.” My jaw dropped as he took a couple steps till he was right in front of me. Watching as his right hand found my left, his fingers started to trace the crevices of my palm before my fingers slipped to lock into his own. Our hands palm to palm. 

“You’ve gotten bigger,” I stated absentmindedly as I tried to ignore how close, my head tilted down looking at his socks. “A lot bigger.” I mumbled looking up so our eyes caught one anothers.

“In more places than one.” The comment caught me off guard as I tried to sputter out a response, a raging blush crawling onto my face.

“I can tell- Your ego grew and so did your feet Bigfoot.” I snapped back, removing my hand from his as he raised a brow at that.

“You know what they say about big feet?” He teased placing both hands on the sides of my legs, his lower thigh grazed my knees as I felt something crawl up my back.

“You know I didn’t-”

“Big shoes.” He said simply and my face dropped before it twisted itself into a scowl. He blatantly laughed in my face as he leaned forward his nose finding itself into space between my left shoulder and neck. Shivering my hands found themselves gripping onto the front of his sweatshirt as he lips grazed my collarbone. We had left off at a weird spot in our relationship, we did everything a couple did but kept it to ourselves. Then he left for two months, in respect to his privacy we only waved at each other but- I wasn’t able to get him out of my mind, his voice plagued my thoughts. He was able to wiggle himself into my dreams, jolting me from my slumber.

“It’s been a long two years.” He murmured as he leaned closer in, his left leg pushing between my legs. The fabric of the sweatpants rubbed against my skin making my jaw clench as his hand slowly found the outside of my thighs.

“Kinda forgot my two months were two years for you.” I mumbled as my hands slid to his sides now clinging to the fabric there.

“It was a long two fucking years.” He said withdrawing himself from the crook of my neck. He was looking down at me with an expression I couldn’t describe as his right hand lifted and started to cradle my left cheek. His calloused hands were warm and rough against my cheek, it was comforting. “Can I?” He asked which made my eyes snap to his as his pupils were blown wide as his eyes flickered to my lips then back up to my eyes.

“You may.” I said in a fancy tone which made him laugh before both of his hands cupped my cheeks and brought our faces together. Our lips connected like puzzle pieces as he hovered over me. After a few moments of our lips mashing together I felt a whine build in the back of my throat, his hands left my face and scooped under each thigh. “Shi-” I started but was silenced again with another kiss as he quickly moved the both of us to my bed. The comforter was nice against my back but I didn’t have time to appreciate the silk as Keith was distracting me with his ‘fuck me’ eyes. Feeling his fingers at the hem of my sweater I nodded and instantly the sweater was pulled up past my chest making me shiver at the cool air.

“I’ve missed this,” Keith mumbled as he leaned down and slowly started kissing up from my navel and made it over to my left breast. “I’ve missed you.” Gasping as he tugged my bra down and latched onto my nipple. Swallowing hard my moan turned into a groan that rattled through my throat, I could feel Keith smile which made me frown. He had already pushed my thighs to the side so he could get a proper grip on my chest. After attacking me like some mosquito I finally pushed him back far enough so he was up straight. “What?”

“You’re a little too dressed for me.”

“Wha-WOAH!” He exclaimed as I had grabbed his collar and heaved him down and off to the side, in one foul movement I had claimed my spot right on top of him.

“Plus you’re nowhere near as decorated as I am.” I noted leaning down and finding my favourite spot right under the right side of his chin. He instantly shivered as my nails found his front, tracing every new scar and every dip in his chest I was able to grab both sleeves and slip it off. Sitting back I only had time to admire him now I’d be too busy later. A blush was crawling up his neck and spreading to his face every extra second I had spent looking, only small hickies blooming on his neck. 

His mouth quivered which indicated his patience was wavering so I got straight back to work around his neck while his hands found the in between of my ass and thighs. Not even a minute passed before I felt his hips grind into mine, his hands moving my own against his. Pausing my attack on his neck to take some deep breaths when his pants moved against my hips just right almost made me lose my composure. Sitting up I used my left hand on his chest to support me while my right slowly made its way behind me.

s m u t s t a r t s h e r e . . .

“Wai-” He started but his left hand flew and covered his mouth as my hand found the bulge in his pants. I started a slow stroke, the fabric of his pants rubbing against his shaft. He cried into his mouth as his hips started to move in sync with my hand. His groaning became harder to muffle as the speed increased, once my hand made it to his head I could see the stain forming on the pants. Then I stopped, he choked as hips tried to make up for the loss of friction but it was fruitless. “Please-” He cried and I slipped off his lap and fell onto the floor, I pushed his knees apart. He went to sit up but instantly threw himself back on the bed when I took a long stroke of my tongue against his bulge. 

Taking the opportunity of his vulnerability I tugged down his sweats and underwear, he once again shivered at the cool air as he stood erect. My left hand reached out and pushed his precum down his shaft as my right hand rested on his thigh. Leaning forward I gave chaste kisses to his thighs as my left hand worked on his shaft with another steady rhythm. His hands were still muffling his moans which I excused since it was his first time in a long time. As my hand left his member I could hear a cry of protest build in his throat. Waiting till his hand left his mouth to speak I instantly wrapped my lips around his head and sucked. He openly cried out his hands gripping the side of the silk sheets, unsheathing my mouth I felt a grin spread to my lips.

“So neglected, I wonder how you took care of yourself without me.” I whispered and he whimpered words I couldn’t make out. “What was that?” I asked and kissed his shaft as he trembled.

“I- I didn’t.” He croaked out as my left hand creeped up to just hover under his balls.

“What a good boy.” I praised and I saw how he tensed at the praise and I took him into my mouth properly. He cried as I started to move slowly, gradually taking him in inch by inch. I didn’t stop till his pubic hair tickled the brink of my nose. Slowly moving up I started a pace which made his hands dig themselves into my head slightly tugging at my hair. I couldn’t stop the moan that rippled through my throat as my hips started to grind itself on my heel. The searing pressure encouraged me to continue as I started to chase my own high. That meant I didn’t see the telltale signs of Keith nearing his orgasm. Missing how his toes curled and his hips thrusted I was surprised when a hot liquid burst from the tip of his mouth and launched itself down my throat. Choking in surprise my head flew back as I coughed in retaliation, after a few moments I cleared my throat as I watched Keith take his breath.

“You know, I never said you could cum.” I pointed out and I saw Keith freeze as I stood to my feet. “If you wanna make it up to me you’ll sit against the headboard.” Keith shot up slightly dazed but shuffled back till his back connected with the metal backing. As I crawled onto the bed he was able to wiggle off his pants so he was completely bare. Finally I ripped off my sweater as it was becoming too much. As I climbed onto his lap I was about to remove my own shorts when I paused. “I don’t have a condom-”

“I'll tell you when- Please I want this so badly.” He pleaded with his hands finding my hips.

“Alright.” And I peeled off the last bits of my undergarments and adjusted myself. Slowly I sunk down the familiar burn building up deep within my pelvic area. Gripping his shoulders tightly I inched further and further, Keith's cries got louder the further down I got. I needed to pause once I was fully seated, I could feel his head kissing my cervix which made it hard to process anything really. Needing to lean forward and use Keith as support I took a few deep breaths as I tried to relax to the best of my ability. Keith was struggling enough as his hands had a death grip on my sides. 

“Are- Ah- Are you alright?” he huffed out and I nodded as I threw my head back to slowly start an up and down rhythm. Each time I dragged myself I felt my insides clench harder to hold onto him. Tears broke onto my tear line as I shoved myself back down and Keith inhaled hard before inhaling hard through his teeth. A gentle rhythm started once again as we fell into pace with one another, both passionate and desperate for release. “God,” I heard him mumble which made me groan as I could now properly hear his pleas. “Please I- Gods please-” He whined my name along with it which started to tug on the coil that tightened in my abdomen. It was growing pressure, like a hot iron twisting and prodding my insides. 

“God Keith.” I whined as Keith bit his lip but soon regretted as his new canines broke skin. I had in all honesty lost control as I started to increase the pace faster than he could, my movements desperate as he repeatedly hit the right, the right angle.

“Please- Wait-” He started but it turned into a deep growl as I noticed something change within him. His eyes shot open and his pupils sharpened as he opened his mouth wide to reveal his teeth, he shot forward and latched onto my neck making me cry in surprise. The bite had sent my nerves in a frenzy and the quick pace of our hips had broken the coil. My orgasm rocked my world as Keith kept going chasing his own. His jaw stayed latched on my neck as my nerves burned as my cunt was abused.

“Remember to-” I couldn’t finish my sentence as a second coiled boiled and snapped again, unfortunately Keith's broke as well. I choked as my insides burned as he slowly rode his way through his orgasm, his arms wrapped tightly around my body as his thrusts came to a halt. Moments passed and his jaw let go of my shoulder, a bright crimson falling down and onto my breast. Looking down I could see a ring of white between us, I could still feel his cum inside me move as he shifted uncomfortably. 

“I forgot to pull out.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No you aren’t.”

“Yeah.”

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(Update upon requests)

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑊𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟 :

* smutty gore

* piss

* shit

* child and adult (sexual) relationships

* fisting (no)

* really hardcore mean smut (hurts my feelings)

𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 :

State the name of the fandom and which character, then what relationship. ex: (Reader x Bakugou or Bakugou x Kirishima) Then I’ll see if I write it. 

Thank you