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[glasswingsndreamz]

Kinktober Day 3: Blindfolds and Edging

M!Favorite Character x Reader

You’re hardly able to control your breathing. It’s just as difficult to urge your flushed cheeks to cool down. It certainly doesn’t help that your lover has worked you up for well over two hours now.

The person who’s responsible for the blindfold blocking your vision openly admires the effect he has on you. It’s clear in the way his own breathing matches yours as his hand roams your body. From the occasional groans, you can imagine what his other hand is doing pretty well.

Honestly it’s either admirable or masochistic how long he’s kept both of you from reaching your climax. Both of you are stupid on lust and the endless kisses, sucking and licking upon each other’s most intimate areas.

“You’re so pretty,” he grunts. “So damn pretty like this.”

The immediate giveaway, how badly he needs you, was the sudden hard prodding of his cock against your inner thigh, smearing pre cum. Neither of you can wait any longer and it’s a fucking crime that you can’t even see the expression on his face.

Pressing a hand firmly against your thigh to push your leg apart, he makes himself room between your legs. 

Your lover leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck, relishing the surprised moan you give when he grinds down. The feeling of his bare cock rubbing against your most sensitive area nearly makes you come then and there.

“Yeah? That feel good?” He asks huskily while aligning the head of his cock with your entrance. The feeling of the tip pushing in has you nearly sobbing for more. The way he’s tormented you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm time and time again without being able to finish.

Lifting your hips, you take him in inch by inch with a sudden thrust of your hips. Your lover nearly collapses on top, barely able to hold himself up at the final relief of your warm, wet walls clenching around him.

Although he can’t help but shout out your name and bury the rest of his cock as deep as you can take. Either his restraint has snapped, or he’s finally decided to reward you for your patience. You can’t really tell or think of anything other than the way he can’t seem to control how his cock pounds in and out of you at a furious pace.

“Fuck.” He hisses out followed by a string of words that don’t make any sense put together. The way he groans and chants your name with each thrust.

With your vision blocked, all you can focus on is the begging, pleading, sobbing voice of your lover and how his cock feels as it fills you over and over. In a matter of minutes you’re crying out in relief as, finally, you cum.

As if answering your call, the male follows behind in three thrusts and soon you can feel your cum mixing together and leaking down your body. 

With a murmured “I love you”, he gives you soft kisses while removing the blindfold.

The first thing you see is his wide smile and adoring eyes.

[coveredincrumbs]

Vague Self Insert Reunion Fic

I just wrote a little reunion self insert thing today in class. I kept it vague both because I’m self conscious and because I want to make it a bit more relatable for others. I just based it off of a storyline I’ve got going in my head. I haven’t edited it or anything, so I apologize for any typos. Hope you enjoy!

It had been years since I’d seen him. Years since our relationship had been rather forcefully broken off. I knew he was alive, but he had had no idea about me. I wished I could’ve gotten word to him, but it would’ve been to dangerous for both of us. He had never been a stoic man, but there was such a clutter of emotions on my face when he saw me that I couldn’t discern them from each other. He had stopped dead in his tracks. My smile hadn’t left my face, but I could feel a hint of melancholy sink into my eyes.

“I thought you were dead.”

“I almost was.” They had even gotten me into my shallow grave. I’d dug myself out of it and found sanctuary. One of many times I’d been close to death. It probably wouldn’t be the last.

He raked his hands through his dark hair, more indecisive than I’d ever seen him. Then, he stumbled forward, his arms wrapped tightly around me, one around my shoulders, the other my waist. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. He didn’t hate me. I hadn’t thought he would until those few short moments before he had made his decision. I would’ve remained with the group regardless of his reaction, they needed me, but it would’ve been harder had he chosen the more resentful path. A path I could never blame him for taking.

For the years we had gone without so much as hearing of each other I’d lain awake at night, kicking myself for the events to come. I could try to stop them, but I knew that no matter what I did I would be too late. I’d started being too late the moment I’d been dragged out of the castle. We’d both been through so much. He’d been through more, more and worse. I hadn’t been able to do anything about it.

I pushed down the burning in my nose and eyes as I buried my face in his shoulder. The past was the past, and dwell on it as I may, there was nothing I could do about it now. Now. Right now, in this moment, I was with him again, and it felt right. His embrace was more shaken than it once had been, but I still felt safe. I had moved on. At least, I thought I had. I had been with others since. I knew for a fact that he had too. Being near him again, though. Being near him again stirred feelings in my chest that I thought I was no longer capable of having for him. Perhaps I was wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last. Exactly what I was wrong about, I just didn’t know yet.

We had both grown so much. We were different people than we had been last time we saw each other. And yet here we were. I found it hard to believe that we had changed at the same rate, in the same ways. All I knew was that it didn’t feel as different as I’d expected it to. It would’ve been so much easier if his body had felt foreign. I didn’t know how long it had been. No less than a few minutes. I was afraid to open my eyes and see the looks the others must’ve been giving us. Still I held on. Any internal conflict either of us was feeling wasn’t important right now. In a feat that had only gotten harder with time, I shoved my thoughts aside.

Under layers of linen and woodsmoke and blood and sweat lay a familiar scent. I leaned into it, relishing in the comfort it brought me. He had bulked up a bit since I’d last seen him, and it seemed he was using every bit of that extra strength to keep me against him, as if I would disappear again if he let go. Not this time, I wouldn’t. Not again. It didn’t matter what we were then or now or what we would ever be. He still deserved better than what I’d given him, and I would do everything within my power to make up for that. One of my hands gripped the fabric of his shirt where it reached the back of his neck, a desperate attempt to bring him even closer.

His breath was still shaky, but not as uneven as it had been. His grip on me had loosened slightly, but he still seemed reluctant to let go. The hand that had been pressed between my shoulderblades slid into my hair as he firmly kissed the side of my head. As intimate as I was sure he’d get with me for now, or possibly ever. I rubbed his back in return.

He eventually pulled back a little bit more, straightening. I realized he was now even taller than me than he had been before. I had stopped growing about a year before we’d even met, but he evidently hadn’t. The top of my head reached just above his nose. He looked down at me, searching my eyes and face for gods know what. Answers, probably. We had a lot of catching up to do.

I reluctantly looked up at the people around us. Much to my relief, most of them had made themselves busy, surely familiar with what was going on to some extent themselves. A few still looked on, and I got a particularly suspicious look from on woman in particular. I wasn’t sure what her relationship was to the man I had just spent many minutes embracing, but suspicion was a fair reaction to have regardless. I would’ve been suspicious of myself too. She was one of the only people in the group that I didn’t recognize from one chapter of my life or another. It seemed I’d made my way around.

“Welcome back,” one of the other men on the boat said with a grin. I returned one of my own, as the joy of once again being among old friends sunk in.