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safarigirlsp · 8 months

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Wicked Fairytales

My fun little series in which I give my own twisted twist on some classics.

Bah Humbug

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Kylo Ren x Reader

Charlie Barber x Reader

Clyde Logan x Reader

Henry McHenry x Reader

Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Commander Mills x Reader

Word Count: 35.4k

Warnings: NSFW. Extra Smut. Language. Angst. Romance. Graphic Violence. Murder. Main Character Death. Light Violence Against Reader. Old Timey Sexism. Bastardization of Classic Literature.

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Based on A Christmas Carol

A Comedy of Eros

Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Word Count: 13.5k

Warnings: NSFW. Humor. Romance. Soulmates. Violence. Non-Con Elements. Physical Aggression Toward Reader. Possessive and Jealous Behavior. Dominant Men. Bitchy Women. Conniving Wizards. Drugging - Kids today might call it Sex Pollen. Confusion. Duplicity. Bestiality. Orgies. Cuckolding. Exhibitionism. Misogyny. Old Timey Sexism. Toxic Men. Jacques/Pierre Canon as Developed by Silky and Myself aka Shithead Behavior. Bastardization of Shakesperean Tropes. Misuse of Shakespearean Quotes, try to count them all. Fear Not, No Attempts at Ye Olde English Contained Herein. ☠️Rey☠️

Don’t let the warnings scare you! This is Romance and Comedy.

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Based on A Midsummer Night's Dream

Outrun the Devil

Lawyer Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 14.9k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Blood. Gore. Murder. Beheadings. Supernatural Themes. Romance.

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Based on The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

Love & War

Regency Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 15.5k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Non-Graphic Mentions of Violence and Death. Old Timey Sexism. Fluff. Romance. Humor. Stilted Language.

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Admiral Ren in Love

Top notes of Pride & Prejudice with undertones of Cinderella.

The Beast

Vampire Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: None! Shocking! Some light horror and sexy themes.

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Notes of Beauty and the Beast, Dracula, and The Raven in my best Poe-ish attempt.

Music of the Night

Victorian Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 14.4k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Graphic Violence. Fires. Guns. Murder. Old Timey Sexism. Romance. Dark Phantom of the Opera Vibes. Victorian Kylo.

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Based on The Phantom of the Opera

Here There Be Monsters

Pirate Captain Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Word Count: 51.4k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Action. Adventure. Romance. Light Violence. Swords. Guns. Orgies. Bar Fights. Pirate Shenanigans. Old Timey Sexism.

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This is the result of my love for Pirates of the Caribbean. Yes, it's a classic.

Maneater

Commander Mills x Lawyer Reader

Word Count: 37.5k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Violence. Blood. Gore. Graphic Dinosaur Violence. Enemies to Lovers. Idiots in Love. Sexism in Survival Situations. Hot Toxic Masculinity. Character Crossovers. The Commander Mills Jurassic Park AU that had to happen.

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Mixing two of my favorites together for a fun AU - Commander Mills and Jurassic Park! Yes, it's a classic.

Ghost Town

Gunfighter Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 14k

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Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Alcohol. Graphic Violence. Gun Violence. Lots of Violence. Horror Themes. Possession Themes. Supernatural Themes. Shameless References to The Shining. This is a Darker take on Flip than I usually write, but it’s Halloween!

Inspired by the Seven Deadly Sins.

Everything A Big Bad Wolf Could Want

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Fluff. Language. Chasing kink. Primal Play. If there’s such a thing as Lumberjack kink, it’s in here. Extreme bastardization of fairy tale dialogue.

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If I were Little Red Riding Hood...

Cinderella

Kylo Ren x Reader

HCs Only

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Light Smut. Fluff. Happy Murder Thoughts. Humor.

Cinderella Themes.

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glassbxttless · 1 year

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Hi! Here is where all of my older work and characters I no longer write for will be linked! Note, that I DO NOT write for some of these characters any longer but I wanted to keep them up to share! For characters I do write, check out my writing rules page!

This content is 18+— Smut is indicated with *

**as of 03.27.23 this list is still being updated**

( CLYDE LOGAN X F!READER )

Valentine

Dad!Clyde // one , two , three , four

Kiss Me Again

Help Me Get Rid of This Asshole

All Day, All Night*

Wedding Date*

After Shower Special*

See You at Home*

Ohio Bound*

Mother’s Day

There Ain’t No Skiin’ in West Virginia

Kitty Eatin’ at the Duck Tape*

Mama Bear’s Spa Day

Homecoming

A Quick Dip

Just a Gallon of Milk

Someone Borrowed*

Hey Bartender

Do You Mind?

Showering in Adoration*

( ADAM SACKLER X F!READER )

As You Grew, So Did We*

Talking Body*

Tongue Tied

Becoming a Dad

Pretty Please?*

Banana Pudding*

Earn It*

( FLIP ZIMMERMAN X F!READER )

Call Me That Again*

I Want to Spend My Life with You

What Do You Think?*

Actirasty*

Holiday Party*

Mark You Mine*

Truth or Dare*

My Girl*

Daddy’s Good Girl*

“I’m Sorry, Sugar.”*

Hiking to the Falls*

Your Parents’ House*

Our Marriage Story

Did You Eat?

Marlboro*

Happy Holidays

( DANIEL JONES X F!READER )

( PHILLIP ALTMAN X F!READER )

( CHARLIE BARBER X F!READER )

( RONNIE PETERSON X F!READER )

( BEN SOLO/KYLO REN X F!READER )

( RICK SMOLAN X F!READER )

( JUDE X F!READER )

( PAUL SEVIER X F!READER )

( HENRY MCHENRY X F!READER )

( JASON ROBERTS X F!READER )

( AL CODY X F!READER )

( ADAM X F!READER )

( ALLAN X F!READER )

( PATERSON X F!READER )

( MAURIZIO GUCCI X F!READER )

( MATT SOLO X F!READER)

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desiraypark · 2 years

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Hello. It's been a while.

Here's a little self-indulgent Henry McHenry smut for you. Do "adult gummies" make anyone else horny? Just me? Okay. Well, this idea came to me when I was high and of course, horny.

Fun Fact - it was almost Sackler x Reader.

Content Warnings: Smut, Reader is high and Henry is sober. There are implications that Henry has some "dark" energy but there's nothing dark or triggering in this.

Okay, bye!

A long, hard day deserved an evening in which time slowed down. The plan was to go home, take a bite of something nice, have a nap, and catch a ride to Henry's show. The crowded city would be of no disturbance to you because you'd be relaxed and moving on your own time. Fluid and still, at once.

However, you woke up to rain, thunder, and darkness. Lightning illuminated the sky. But the darkness stood over you. You jumped awake. It wasn't the clap of thunder that yanked you from your sleep. It was the presence.

"You didn't come..." he said.

You tried to rise from the bed--the singular cashmere blanket fell down revealing your breasts--but your own body smacked you back down. Oh, right.

You felt your blood pump in your veins--rushing through your body like a hurricane. The chaotic heavens sounded like they were five feet away from you. The bedroom's usual scent of wood and a sugary plug-in fragrance was heightened. And Henry smelled like rain and trouble.

"I'm sorry. I overslept," you responded.

His eyes scanned your body. Without a word, he turned around and walked into the bathroom.

The THC made every inch of your body pump.

Every inch.

You didn't notice until Henry went into the bathroom.

Your nipples were suddenly erect--your pussy throbbed. This always happened when you ate one of those gummies. Sometimes, you wondered if you partook just for this reason.

Your eyes closed again. You heard the shower water run, then, everything went black again.

Cold air hit your body.

"I looked everywhere for you," a voice boomed above you. Your eyes popped open again. "I couldn't see beyond the footlights, but I still looked for your silhouette."

Your blanket was gone. Henry straddled you, held your face with one hand, and trailed his tongue down your cheek before meeting your lips with a kiss.

"I--" you started. Peck.

"I--"

Kiss. You bent your knee so that your foot was flat on the bed--leg elevated, making more room for him.

"I didn't mean to sleep so long..."

"Mmm..." Henry growled before planting his lips against yours again. His hand left your face and slid down your neck, over your chest, and over your breast. He cupped the flesh in his hand, and you bent your knee more--pulling your foot back further.

"I even searched the balcony..." he said. He pulled his face from yours and dipped over your chest--taking your nipple into his mouth. A chill went down your spine and a gasp left your lips.

"I didn't know me being there meant so much to you," you said.

"It always does," he said--the clearest sentence he'd formed all night.

"I'm s--"

"Shh..." he whispered, before sucking at your nipple and switching to the next. Your heavy head fell deeper into the pillow as Henry devoured your breasts. Then, that one hand made another journey down your body--sliding across your belly, then gripping your raised knee. It rested there as he sucked on your nipple. Then, it made its move down your thigh, over your mound--and with a bite to your areola, he slid three fingers inside of you.

"Fuck..." you whispered.

Henry continued licking and sucking at your breasts as the pads of his fingers rubbed your velvety interior. The sloppy sound of your wetness nearly echoed throughout the room. You were certain that you could feel Henry's fingerprints being embedded upon your walls. But you needed more. Immediately.

You ran your fingers in his hair and whispered toward his ear...

"Fuck me..."

That was all he needed. There was no teasing. No question of if you deserved it after missing his show.

Henry pulled himself away from you, stood over the bed, and peeled his robe away. The robe fell to the floor with a whoosh--sending the faded scent of fabric sheets through your nostrils. He scanned your naked body again as he tugged at his cock. Then, he dropped one knee onto the bed to lean over you again. As he gripped his dick, he rubbed his fingers over your clit.

You opened your legs wider for him. Anxious. Your clitoris pulsed and your cunt ached to be filled. Hard enough, Henry climbed on top of you, grabbed you by the sides of your knees, and pulled you closer to him.

Finally, you felt your body opening. Henry slowly pushed himself inside--filling you with every inch before resting his body against yours. His pecs initially felt cool against your breasts, then, the coolness immediately turned to warmth--his body still somewhat moist from the shower.

With every push in and every drag out--you felt every part of him. Every vein, every twitch--that separation between his head and his shaft. Everything. You almost wanted to cry, he felt so good. He completed you so much.

"Let me on top," you whispered.

Somehow, the two of you reversed your positions. You fought against your high--and the internal battle put a smile on your face. Entering a "goofy" stage, perhaps. Mischievous. You knew something that he didn't know--and it made you chuckle inside.

You bit your lip and rested your hands on his torso--preparing yourself as you lowered on his length. Your eyes rolled back and the tip of his cock nudged your cervix. You knew it would hurt the next day, but right now, the foreign chemical in your brain whispered:

"Let it hurt...let it hurt...hurts so good...let it hurt..."

Henry rested his hands on your thighs as you rode him. His eyes traveled your body--your face. Your eyes were closed, a soft smile still painted on your face. Then, he smiled.

"Are you high?" he asked, his voice low and soft.

Teeth appeared behind your smile. "Yeah..."

You fell forward, smashing your chest against his as you lifted your hips and dropped them back down--repeating the act in slow motion. Suddenly, his hands slid up your backside and rested on your waist.

"Mmm..." he growled again. His fingers slipped down onto your hips, and he pressed them deep into your flesh. His body lifted beneath you--and he pushed deep, deep, deep inside of you, making you gasp and grip the pillow behind you.

His voice commanding, but soft. Like a lustful demon, he whispered in your ear, "Stay like this."

You gripped the pillow tighter and whimpered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pinned your body against his. His little bird had flown too...high.

But no worries.

He'd get you back down again.

#hello there #henry mchenry x female reader #henry mchenry smut

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paterson-blue · 3 years

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The Night, The Flame

Summary: You come home to an unexpected visitor.

Word Count: 2,114

Warnings: femme!reader, sub!reader, dom!Henry, pussy eating, pussy worship, cigarette smoking (y'all already know lmao), degradation, edging, overstimulation, brief mention of consensual somnophilia, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, kinda dub-con if you squint I guess, possessive!Henry, insecure!Henry because it's me & I have to do that shit-- fuck, I think that's all, but let me know if I need to add anything else!

A/N: Uhm. Cannes. That is all.

Your apartment is dark and silent when you arrive home. It’s late, and after a night out with your friends, all you’re thinking about is a shower and straight to bed. You don’t notice that things are a little off—the door to the coat closet slightly ajar, a half empty glass sitting abandoned on the kitchen island, the small decorative glass ashtray usually kept on the coffee table missing.

You don’t notice until you spy movement from the corner of your eye, out on the balcony. Your heart leaps into your throat for a brief moment as you freeze in place, but then a split second later you recognize the lean silhouette, as well as the tell-tale orange glow of a cigarette.

Henry.

You sigh in relief, and just a little bit of annoyance that he’s startled you. You hadn’t been expecting him. Walking over to the sliding glass door, you open it up to peek your head out at him. He’s sitting in one of the patio chairs, long legs resting on the balcony’s edge as he overlooks the view of the city. He’s wearing nothing but a tight pair of black boxer briefs, wavy hair blowing in the slight breeze; you wonder, idly, where the rest of his clothes are.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming over,” you finally say when he fails to acknowledge you. He takes another deep drag of his cigarette before reaching one long sinewy arm out towards the patio table, where the ashtray sat. He taps off the excess ash; you notice that the little container is already half full. How long has he been here?

“How did you get in?” you ask, not quite knowing what else to say.

He hums, the sound low and quiet; still doesn’t look at you. “You gave me a key.”

You blink, but then—yeah. You had given him a key. A “just in case” key he hadn’t wanted to take. Just in case what? he’d asked, making a face at the object like it offended him. You hadn’t really had an answer. Just in case you want to see me. Just in case you need me. Just in case you want something more than this.

Henry had been giving you the best orgasms of your life for four months straight, but the man was so broody and flighty that you didn’t dare bring up a relationship. Didn’t dare ask him to stay. The only outcome would be disaster, this you knew. So, instead, you’d said: in case you’re antsy after a show and want to come fuck me while I’m asleep. And oh, how his eyes had gone dark and hungry.

He’d taken the key.

But, of course, you’ve forgotten about that. Because it’s been two months since then and he hadn’t used it once (at least, that you’re aware of, and doesn’t that send heat down your spine?)

You stand there for a moment, watching him smoke; somewhere in the distance a police siren cuts through the low hum of night time traffic. Henry stabs the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray and promptly lights up another, the flame momentarily bathing his face in light. A deep breath, then he’s leaning his head back, letting smoke curl up towards the heavens. His dark hair falls over his slim shoulders, ones you knew were decorated with freckles you couldn’t see.

Why was he here? What did he want? You try to think, to remember if he told you something about tonight—he’d had a show. A new set of some sort, a new venue. And now here he was, three in the morning, half naked and chain smoking on your balcony. Your gaze traces over his form, recognizing the tension in his jaw, his back.

“Bad night?” you ask softly, gently. You want to reach out and caress him, to soothe him, but you aren’t sure if it will cause him to flee. You compromise your urge by moving closer, but not too close, settling in your own chair across from him. He doesn’t answer but at this point you don’t expect him to—he was in one of his moods. You gaze out at the cityscape with him, waiting for him to finish, for his inevitable leaving. Maybe he’d just needed a place to clear his head.

After a while you feel yourself starting to get a little sleepy—you’re beginning to consider grabbing that shower and telling him to let himself out when he’s done with whatever it is that he’s doing—when he stands. You jerk your head over to look up at him, arching a brow in question. He brings his cigarette up to his plush lips, studying you, eyes dark and wild. It makes you feel cornered; makes you feel like prey.

Henry always seems to have this effect on you.

Silently, he grabs the throw pillow he’d been reclining against, and then leans down to stub out the rest of his cig. You track the movement, watching the soft glow of the embers scatter close to his large fingers. There’s a brief moment of suspense where neither of you move, blink, breathe—and then he’s stalking towards you, a lion going after it’s kill.

He tosses the pillow onto the concrete floor in front of you, and then he’s kneeling on top of it, right between your legs. You feel your face start to flush, and you instinctively press your thighs together as you look around furtively. “Henry.” Your voice trembles, breathless already; he hasn’t taken those eyes off of you. “Henry, don’t.”

He ignores your warning, strong hands gliding up your calves and under your dress, gripping your thighs and prying them open. You gawk at him, but he’s not focused on your face, not anymore.

“Henry, someone will see.” You try again, pushing against his grip; he pushes right back, keeping your legs spread for him. His eyes roam over the sheer white lace of your underwear, and his lip curls up into something akin to a sneer.

“What’s this? Hoping you’d find someone to show these to tonight?” His fingers press into your skin as if to accentuate his words. You frown at him, and start to speak, to tell him no and to stop being an asshole. You don’t get the words out. Anything you’re about to say flies out of your brain when he presses his face between your legs, planting his mouth over as much of your cunt as possible.

You squirm in your seat, letting out a little whine. He works his jaw, sucking on you through your underwear, and you know the fabric will be sopping wet in no time with how messy he’s being, letting the lace capture his saliva. He presses his nose right up against your clit—inhales deeply and lets out a low groan. It’s possessive. Your heart feels like it might beat out of your chest.

“Fuck, Henry—“ you curse, moaning softly when he rubs that stupid perfect nose up and down, up and down, taking his damn time, his breath hot where it fans out against your skin. “L-Let’s go inside, please?”

He bites the inside of your thigh in response, and then suddenly he’s wrenching your underwear down your legs. He tosses them over his shoulder and you yelp when they go over the side of the balcony.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you snap at him, but then he’s shoving your legs up and back until your knees hook over the arms of the chair you’re in. When he looks up at you his eyes are ablaze, his hands pressing at the backs of your thighs, his big thumbs opening your pussy to the cool night air.

“You’re gonna sit right here and let me taste you.” His tone is dark and demanding, and you look down at him in disbelief. Your mouth opens to say something—anything—but then he’s yanking your forward by your ass and burying his face into your pussy. He doesn’t start out slow; apparently, that’s not the mood he’s in tonight. Instead, he shoves his tongue into you as deep as he can, rubbing his nose against your clit—and even still, he’s grabbing at you so hard you think he’s trying to get deeper.

You clench around him and he moans, moving to suck messily at your folds. You’re hyper aware of how fucking noisy it is, the way he’s eating you—slurping at you—and your face feels like it’s on fucking fire. Christ, what if one of your neighbors heard? What if they saw? You clutch a hand into his hair, hips rolling up into his mouth without your permission.

Henry seals his mouth over your clit and sucks hard, tongue beating out an insistent pattern against the bundle of nerves. You gasp, wriggling against him, and he just holds you even tighter, nose pressing into your pubic bone in a way that surely can’t be comfortable.

“Oh shit.” You whisper, voice breaking as you try to stay quiet. You’re already close, somehow, just on the edge, thighs trembling—and he fucking knows it. He fucking knows it because he stops that gorgeous rhythm, presses his tongue back inside and groans at the taste. He starts the process all over again and you’ve never hated him more.

He does the whole thing twice more before you’re making incessant, involuntary little noises, still making a futile attempt to stay quiet. Henry looks up at you as he circles your clit with the hard point of his tongue and for some reason that’s what does it. You clap a hand over your mouth as you cry out, the noise close to a sob. He’s snatching your hand away in an instant, his fingers wrapping all the way around your wrist, holding it tight.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ muffle yourself. What the fuck’s your problem, huh? Don’t want anyone to hear what a little slut you are? Don’t want anyone to know how good I make you feel?” He’s speaking loudly, voice carrying into the night. He grabs your other wrist, holding them both and squeezing so hard you think they might bruise. “You fuckin’ ashamed of me?”

That seems to cut through the haze in your brain, and you manage to shake your head at him, holding his gaze. Of course you weren’t ashamed of him. Why would he think that? Henry seems to flounder for a brief moment, as if he hadn’t expected those particular words to come out of his mouth. But then he lets out a growl, and he’s leaning forward, spitting right onto your pussy.

You gasp, clit throbbing as you feel the liquid trail over your skin. Henry uses the index and middle digits of his free hand to push his saliva into you, his fingers following as he stretches you out deep, deep inside. When he looks up at you he’s composed himself, back to his normal guise of control. “Let them hear,” he snaps, “I want them to hear.”

He gives no warning before he’s setting a frantic pace with his fingers, fucking you with them harshly. You let out a shaky cry, and he gives you a sharp grin.

“Louder.” He demands, his own voice rising in volume. “Scream my fuckin’ name.”

You do, you do, lost to the merciless pace of his fingers inside you, to the wet squelch of your cunt as he hammers your g-spot. You can’t escape his touch, can’t escape the intensity of his gaze as you cum all over his hand. Henry fucking laughs, the sound ringing out over everything else. “Listen to that sloppy pussy. You’re gonna bounce on my cock right here until I fill it with cum, and then I’m gonna fuck you again over the railing. You’re mine.”

He doesn’t stop, even when you sob out from overstimulation, body shaking with it. Your cunt grips his fingers like a vice, and he lowers his mouth to your clit just in time to bring you to a quick second orgasm. Your thighs close around his head as you scream for him, just like he wanted—you don’t even recognize the sounds you’re making.

When your legs finally fall back open to release him, Henry pulls his fingers from you into his mouth, sucking at them as his dark eyes stay trained on your slick folds. You’re panting loudly, all pretense of politeness forgotten as you focus on him. He reaches out to brush a feather light touch over your pussy, humming low in his chest when you twitch for him. “Pretty thing. I bet my cock’s gonna slip right in.”

You bet it will, too.

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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The Forever Bite [drabble] {vampire!Henry McHenry x Reader}

anonymous, for spooky sunday:

Vampire Henry biting you while he fucks you so he can keep you forever 😍😍😍

oh yes, yes to all of this! I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not very well-versed in vampires since I don’t really write them. but, I tried to research and do my best with it :)

warnings: smut. biting. possessive-ish behavior.

(possible) tw’s: vampire stuff. descriptions of blood.

word count: 463

Shuck-shuck-shuck.

The headboard slams against the wall as Henry’s hips swiftly drill into you, skin smacking together with a lewd squelch. He’s looking down at you with a fierce snarl, pearly white fangs shining in the low glow of the moonlight.

“You’re mine.” He growls, hand wrapping around your throat. “Say it.”

You nod in agreement, gasping softly. “I’m yours, Henry.”

His hand pulls away from your neck, but his fingers remain, trailing over the taut flesh. He pushes against the veins, the tendons, groaning softly.

“Your blood must taste so sweet, my lover.”

Your eyes widen at his comment, seeing the way he licks his sharp fangs. He’s thirsty, you know it.

“H-Henry--”

“Let me bite you, please. I’ll make you mine forever, Y/N. It’d be so easy to just...” His fangs gently press into the skin on the curve of your shoulder. “Sink my teeth in, taste your delicious blood. God, I can smell it through your skin, your veins, just begging to be set free. Begging to be drank by me.”

You whimper, back arching instinctively, hands in his long black hair. “I...I don’t know.”

He’s close, now, the thought of sinking his fangs into your flesh getting him even more riled up than he ever imagined it would.

“There’s a c-chance you won’t become a vampire.” He breathes, fucking you harder. “And even if you do become one, you’ll get to live forever with me, be mine for the rest of eternity.”

You give it a thought as you reach down, clit tender when you begin to rub it. You bring yourself to a quick but pleasurable climax, and in your dopey state of mind, you look up at him with a wild expression in your eyes.

“D-Do it, Henry.”

Henry grins, quickly bending down to sink his fangs into your skin, groaning at the first taste of your sweet blood. His orgasm comes only seconds later, drinking your blood as he buries his load deep in your cunt.

You let out a loud yelp at the initial pain of bite, but the pain quickly settles and you feel your body relax slightly. Nothing feels any different as he takes a drink from your veins before pulling away, lapping at the skin he’s just abused.

When he finally pulls away after a minute or so, he immediately kisses you,, keeping you in a tender embrace.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asks, looking into your eyes for any signs of transformation. “Normal? Different?”

Nodding, you smile, reaching up to caress his cheek. “Yes, I feel fine, Henry. I feel completely normal.”

His lips pull up into a small smile and he plants a kiss on the tip of your nose, which makes you giggle softly.

“Good, I’m glad.”

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carloswilliamcarlos · 3 years

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Smoke Show (Henry McHenry x Reader)

AN: You can’t tell me Henry eats pussy in Annette and show me a gif of AD smoking and expect me not to do this. Here is some unedited smoking porn, sorry.

CONTENT WARNING: SMOKING & tiny mention of cigarette burns!

NSFW / Words: 1.4k

It all happens at once. One moment, you’re in total darkness, only the soft ruffling of sheets in your ears, the smell of musky cologne in the air, and the heat of Henry’s bare body, kneeling between your legs on the bed, warming the insides of your thighs. It’s silent, but the static of anticipation makes the room tingle. And then in a flash, a spark, with the clink of metal, his face appears. Eyes trained determinedly on the flame. Hair reflecting hues of orange and amber. Full lips wrapped around the tip of a cigarette, balancing it expertly, holding it exactly where he wants it, exactly how.

It’s there in a flash and then gone. You’re back in darkness, just a tiny glowing tip floating in the air. It moves away, and your eyes can just barely detect the expanse of his chest falling as he exhales, his head falling back and tumbling his raven waves over his shoulders. He breathes out, and the air above him greys with swirling tendrils of smoke, escaping from his lips and trailing all the way up above him until they lazily fade. It’s slow, all of it, each curl of the smoke, each movement of his chest, the way his head lolls back in sated satisfaction. Unhurried. Unrushed. Unbothered. He’s not going anywhere. And neither are you.

A hand, large, warm, soft at the fingertips with a ruggedly rough palm, moves to rest over your ankle. It traces a teasing trail up the inside of your foot’s arch, smooths over your calf, and gives your ankle a slow, deep squeeze as the other hand lifts the cigarette back to his lips. He inhales and the hand glides its way up your calf, over your knee, and pauses halfway up your thigh.

Henry leans dangerously over you, leaning on a forearm placed possessively up by your head. The hand leaves your thigh and pinches your chin between its thumb and forefinger. It squeezes at your jaw, and when your lips remain unopened, shakes it back and forth insistently, demandingly, just a little too rough for comfort. You open, and the hand grabs harder, hinging your jaw wide open. He can’t quite see your eyes in a room this dark, but he can hear your desperate, hushed whimpers, can feel your chest quivering beneath his.

He moves in closer, closer, until his lips brush yours. And then he exhales, slowly, intentionally, releasing rolls of white smoke into your warm, waiting mouth. It dances over your tongue, exploring the inside of you, and as you breathe in, it travels down your throat, through your lungs, and into the very core of you. And then he kisses you, deep, trails of white still escaping your nose. He pulls your face even harder against his, licking over your tongue and trapping your sultry lips between his.

And then he moves away.

The heat of him leaves you as the glow travels back up and away, filling his mouth with another dreamlike cloud of smoke. The hand at your jaw moves down your neck, down the middle of your chest, down over your tummy, down around your hip, and under your thigh, grabbing it and hitching it out to the side. His knee nudges your other leg away, and you can feel the silky skin of his sides as he slithers down between your legs, his hair tickling the sensitive insides of your thighs. His fingertips dig into your flesh, pressing deep and making greedy intendentations in the softest and most sumptuous parts of you.

You lay back, way back, so relaxed you could sink like a beautiful stone right into the mattress. Your arms fall lazily back up above your head, the headiness of all things Henry sending you into a blissful trance. You don’t know, and Henry doesn’t know it, but you’re smiling wider than you have in a long, long time.

The tip of Henry’s nose teases at the meeting your lips, trailing from the bottom up to the top of your slit, just above where your needy clit is throbbing in slow, heavy pulses. As he balances the cigarette between his fingers, his thumbs pull you open, exposing just how shining, wet, and swollen you are. There’s a deep, deep chuckle that rumbles ever so slightly through his chest, but he can’t let too much air escape him now. Oh, no. He needs it all for this, for you.

He exhales carefully, wafting smoke over the sensuous, tempting expanse of your needy pussy. It tickles just a bit, the way he breathes over you, blessing every inch of you with the smoke from his lips. He loves the way it dances over your entrance, follows the curve of each crevice, splits around your clit and disappears into the cold air away from you. Whether he’s claiming you, anointing you, sharing with you, or simply admiring you, he’s not sure. He only knows he’s never seen a sight that satisfied the innate hunger within him more than the view of your cunt drowning in his smoke, emerging from the cloud like a gift from heaven.

When the smoke clears, he attacks. He licks hungrily, with a wide, strong tongue, all the way up you, tasting the way the ashy tinge lingers on your skin. It’s everything he’s ever wanted, the taste of you and a cigarette mixed on his lips. So he licks again, the point of his tongue this time diving into every curve and fold, leaving no tiny part of you untasted. As he swirls your clit, a filthy, indulgent, drawn out moan leaves you, and the sound of your own fucked out groan makes you even wetter.

All pretense is gone here, in the dark like this, with mystical smoke swirling and the red little glow illuminating just the tips of Henry’s fingers. It’s all relaxed, unwound, hedonistic and delectable. Just two bodies gratefully accepting pleasure, performing a dance their bones have known like breathing since the beginning of time.

Henry’s tongue dives deeper, pushing into your entrance and swirling to stretch its edges. He captures all of you in a sloppy wet kiss, pinching your clit between his lips and sucking rhythmically until you moan like a whore yet again. This time when he chuckles, you feel it vibrating right into you, and your chest picks up in frantic heaves, little cries leaving your lips.

One of your hands instinctively drops down between your legs to weave into his hair, pulling tight at the silky tresses. It’s only a matter of time now, and he knows it. His lips suck at you greedily, his tongue travels in deft swirls up and down and around your clit. When you tug even tighter at his scalp, and the pitch of your voice lifts to a pathetic whine, he licks back and forth over you again and again and again and again, in trained, expert repetition, until your hips cant frantically up into the air, pushing up into his sinful mouth. And just then, he lets that glowing red tip brush the skin your thigh ever so slightly, sending a twinge of pain all the way up into your head and all the way down to your toes. Your body wracks violently in the wake of pain and pleasure, and you gush into Henry’s mouth, clenching wildly, your neck stretched up to the ceiling, your legs shaking, and your nails scraping against his scalp.

He tastes it all, not dreaming of slowing until you’re pushing him away, unable to take another second of it all. And even then, he nuzzles at your thigh, presses gentle kisses into it, and rubs his thumbs back and forth over you reassuringly until you settle, until your sighs finally even out and quiet down.

The heat of him leaves again, retracting from between your legs and away. He inhales again then, leans over your beautifully blissed out face, and exhales all over you. He flips the cigarette around and lifts it to your lips, fitting it between them. You let your mouth fill with smoke, pull the cigarette away and kiss him, pulling him closer with a heavy hand wrapped around his neck. He takes all you give him and exhales with a final, deep sigh.

Then there’s nothing, and then the door clicks, and then he’s gone.

#henry mchenry #henry mchenry x reader #henry mchenry x reader smut #tw smoking #cw smoking #tw burns

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prince-kyloren · 3 years

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800 Follower Celebration!!🎉

It’s just come to my attention that I hit 800 followers?!? Holy shit! To show my appreciation for all of you, let’s do drabbles & headcanon requests, and ships!

Drabble & Headcanon Requests:

Send in your smutty, fluffy, angst requests for any of the following boys!

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

Adam Sackler

Flip Zimmerman

Clyde Logan

Paul Sevier

Ronnie Peterson

Maurizio Gucci

Paterson

Charlie Barber

Ships

For this one, send me an ask describing yourself; personality, hobbies, dislikes, that sorta thing!! It’s more about the personality than it is looks! (If you feel your looks plays into your personality, include a bit about it as well! Things like tattoos, piercings, fun hair, etc)

Let me know who you ship me with!

I will write up a few headcanons I have about you and whoever I ship you with!

Thank you all so much for stickin’ around with me, and appreciating my writing when I have the chance to share it with you all! It really means a bunch!! xx

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ohsolonelyghosts · 3 years

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hi there! I know I’m not a big account by any means, but I did want to put out into the world that my requests are in fact open!

I will write for any ADCU character!

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brideofkylosolo · 3 years

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Kinktober #1 is up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34195810

#kinktober 2021 #kinktober #annette #henry mchenry #new oc dropped #new oc who dis #Smut

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inklore · 3 years

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— 𝐅𝐀𝐐 ⋆ ˚｡

this blog is strictly multifandom, but that does not mean that i don’t play favorites for certain fandoms/characters. so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

requests: are closed, but thots are always welcome!

in no way shape or form should minors be interacting with anything on or posted to this blog. this is an 18+ space. anon hate and celebrity discourse also has no place here, so please respect that. if you are racist, homophobic, bigoted, zionist, islamphobic, judgmental to what people enjoy writing/reading, can’t depict fiction from real life, you will be blocked.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

rpf, necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, daddy/little play, age play, spitting, kitten, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, alpha/omega, domestic violence, kid fics, male!character x male!oc, i hate the word ‘doll’ as a pet name so i avoid it like the plague.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

smut (refer to the above list when it comes to this), fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to a certain degree), blood play, knife play, some bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, capture x captive, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, step siblings, supernatural, villainary, choking, mommy/daddy kink (to an extent).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

marvel ↷

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler

#faq #who i write for #guidelines #fandoms #dni

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sacklerscumrag · 3 years

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Insatiable

Henry McHenry X Fem!Reader

Notes: This is totally based on the naked gif and shower gif from Annette going around Twitter. It's also been A WHILE since I've written anything so this is my way of getting back into it.

Warnings: PIV sex, oral sex (fem receiving), smut, it’s all porn no plot

Word Count: 755

Henry's pace quickened as his breath grew more and more ragged beside your ear. Splitting you impossibly open on the spear of his cock with every snap of his hips. His hand enveloped your face while the other wrapped around your ribcage to cup your breast, teasingly running a thumb over the stiff peak.

"Henry, please." Your desperation seeped through, unable to restrain yourself any longer. Henry's large frame wrapped around yours from behind, thrusting impossibly deeper inside, making you feel every vein and ridge of his thick cock as he dragged it along your walls.

Your juices sloppily leaked over him and covering your thighs, the sticky mess of his cum from earlier still squelching inside of your pussy. Being filled by Henry, again and again, was nothing short of divine. The feeling of his thick shaft emptying spurts of hot cum, filling you to the brim until it was leaking from the sides. Allowing himself to stay inside as long as possible before pulling apart from you and pressing all of it back in with calloused fingers.

Henry's hand ran over your oversensitive clit, making you arch your back against him. Achingly dragging in and out, hitting a new angle that had you writhing in his arms. The tension coiled in your core and....nothing.

Your eyes fluttered open, finding yourself flustered while laying on the supple skin of Henry's chest as his arm cradled you closer. Your breathing was struggling to return to normal as you slowly came to realize...it was all a dream. Henry placed a light kiss on the crown of your head before you locked eyes with him to see his dark curls sprawled out on the pillow beside him.

"Was I-Oh god," Henry observed with a stoic expression as you glanced down at the shining spot on his bare thigh. The mere thought of what happened while sleeping next to an almost stranger had your head spinning. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"I could've." Henry leaned in closer, barely a whisper in your ear. "But watching you mindlessly fuck yourself on my thigh like the rabid thing you are is far more entertaining, my love." His whisper sent a chill running down your spine as he kissed the supple skin of your neck. "Come with me." Henry slowly slipped away from you, his naked form towering over the bed, hand extended towards you to escort you out of bed and over to the shower.

His vast and graceful figure stood in front of you under the hot stream. The way the water warm as summer rain dampened his locks as it rolled off of his pronounced pecs and glistened on his sculpted shape had you entranced. Henry's fingers traced along the outline of your breasts, his eyes darkening as your nipple grew stiffer under his touch.

He stepped towards you, his hand resting on your neck, deliberately caging you against the shower wall. His lips were warm and soft as they parted to peck along your collarbone. The gentle graze of his breath beneath your skin as your fingers carded through his hair, lightly guiding him to work his way down. His palms reaching for your tits while his hands caressed the skin of your thigh. The hypnotizing smell of your sex had Henry growling into your skin, becoming more ravenous the closer he got. You trembled in his arms, the warmth overwhelming you as he nuzzled his prominent nose into you and pressed a tentative lick along your cunt.

It wasn't long before he was utterly devouring you, wrapping your engorged clit between the plushness of his lips while his fingers succumbed you to your first orgasm of the night. You allowed the pleasure to ripple through your veins as he sucked and consumed every last drop. Henry rose to his feet and pressed a kiss against your lips with such passion, stealing your breath, all while condensing a million thoughts into that one moment. It still wasn't clear if you dreamt this moment to life, but there was no denying the raw emotion in the way his hands cradled you to him.

"Now it's my turn." He whispered before cupping your ass and lifting your leg around his hip, sliding into you with ease. Your bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall, tasting one another's shared breath, feeling the thud of your combined heartbeats as he repeatedly thrust into you. Pressing you further and further away from any coherent thought until he consumed every single one of them.

#henry mchenry x reader #henry mchenry x fem!reader #henry mchenry #annette #I’m sorry in advance if it sucks 😫#also no tag list because I have none for this character lol #Annette #okay I’m running away now

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desiraypark · 3 years

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DesirayPark Masterlist (ADCU)

Image Description: The text: "ADCU Masterlist - DesirayParker" is in the foreground of the image of a sunset over a body of water. The image has a soft pink border.

2020 ("It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.")

Current (2021-Onward) Adam Sackler

Stuck in the Mud - ft. OC (AU/Woodstock) Waxed - ft. OC (Modern/Smut) Let Me Be Here - ft. OC (Modern/Angst) Ominous (Series) - ft. OC (Modern/Angst) Charlie Barber Suddenly Complex - ft. Fem Reader (Angst/PPD) You Should Have Talked to Me - ft. Fem Reader (Angst) Henry McHenry Guess Who's Home? - ft. Fem Reader (Smut) Kylo Ren/Ben Solo Lights in the Dark - ft. OC (Angst/Romance) - AO3 Paterson After Midnight - ft. Black Fem Reader (Fluff) The Garden (Series) - ft. OC (Fluff/Romance) - AO3

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paterson-blue · 3 years

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Last Updated: 12/30/21

Requests/HC’s/Etc: closed

This blog is 18+ only. If you are a minor, you will be blocked. YOU MUST HAVE YOUR AGE IN BIO TO BE ADDED TO MY TAGLIST.

Hiya everyone! Thanks for your interest in my work. Under the cut I’ve provided all my adcu fics/one-shots/what-have-you’s. This list is a constant work-in-progress & will be updated regularly.

Happy Reading!

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Clyde Logan

Fics:

Honey, You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago)

Clyde x Female!OC

AO3 I 3.6k + 4k + 4k + 4k + 4k

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 * I Part 4 * I Part 5*

One-Shots:

Cinnamon & Chocolate*

A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Beta!Clyde x Alpha!Paterson x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader

AO3 I 7.6k

Charlie Barber

Fics:

Deep End Distractions

Charlie x Fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 4.2k + 4.6k + 4.9k

Part 1 I Part 2* I Part 3*

Ficlets:

Wildest Dreams

Charlie x Fem!Reader (can be read as Gender-Neutral!Reader)

AO3 I 1.6k

Henry McHenry

Series:

A Study in Henry

The Night, The Flame*

~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader

~~~~~ AO3 I 2.1k

Fine Line*

~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader

~~~~~ AO3 I 2.3k

Maurizio Gucci

Fics:

Gold Rush

Maurizio x Fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 5.5k + ?

Part 1* I Part 2

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

Fics:

Shadow of the Sea

Merman!Kylo x fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 4.3k + ? + ? + ?

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I ?

Ficlets:

A Shrike to Your Sharp & Glorious Thorn *

Kylo x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 1k

Paterson

One-Shots:

Cinnamon & Chocolate*

A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Alpha!Paterson x Beta!Clyde x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader

AO3 I 7.6k

Adam Sackler

One-Shots:

Fever Pitch*

A/B/O Dyanmics; Alpha!Sackler x Omega!Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 5.9k

Impulse Control* - ADCU Summer Fic Exchange

Adam Sackler x fem!AFAB!reader

AO3 I 8.4k

Nervous Energy* - Marie Sackler Giveaway

Adam Sackler x fem!AFAB!reader

AO3 I 3.7k

Flip Zimmerman

Ficlets:

Likes, Loves

Flip x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I < 1k

Paul Sevier

One-Shots:

Dreamscape*

Paul Sevier x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 3.1k

Rick Smolan

Ficlets:

A Night at Home*

Rick Smolan x SoftDomme!Reader

1.1k

Father Francisco Garupe (Francis)

One-Shots:

Moment's Silence*

Francis Garupe x afab!plus size!Reader

AO3 I 2.6k

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Spousal Privilege {Henry McHenry x Reader}

author’s notes: hello, hello! I deleted the original request accidentally, but essentially, it was the prompt written below, but instead of getting married for tax benefits, you get married because he needs you to help keep him out of jail/the courtroom for Ann’s murder.

**just because I write it doesn’t mean I condone it. writing a fictional piece and condoning are two very different things. this is fanFICTION.**

original prompt (from @dailyau): “we got married for tax benefits, but you aren’t in love with me and I didn’t develop feelings for you until after we got married. in practice, we’re just roommates. However, we’re staying over with someone who knows that we’re married but not why we’re married so we were only provided with one bed for our stay.” (slightly modified) prompt: “we got married for [the benefit of spousal privilege], but but you aren’t in love with me and I didn’t develop feelings for you until after we got married. in practice, we’re just roommates. however, we’re staying over with someone who knows that we’re married but not why we’re married so we were only provided with one bed for our stay.”

warnings: angst & smut. not-so-mutual feelings. non-con elements (but they’re not unwelcomed). taking advantage of someone else’s feelings for you to benefit sexually. masturbation. (kind of) mutual masturbation.

tw’s: consumption/use of alcohol (briefly mentioned). !!non-con somnophilia. !!non-con voyerism.

word count: 2.4k

“Spousal Privilege”: if you’re married, your spouse cannot be forced to testify against you in a court of law.

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“It’s just one weekend, Henry. One weekend. We have to at least pretend to be married.”

He sighs, reclining on the large lounger on the back deck, rolling an unlit cigarette between his thumb and forefinger. “Y/N...you know that I can’t come with you. I’ve got a show this weekend; I can’t just skip my own show to be your plus-one at a wedding.”

It feels like you’re the only one actually trying to appear as a couple, since your union is a sham. You made the grave mistake of visiting the McHenry residence on the night of Ann’s murder, finding a blood-spattered and disheveled Henry with his hand on the butchers knife impaling her chest.

And then, a few weeks later, your friendship became a marriage. You knew Henry was a good guy, and you’ve been friends with him a very long time, so...you helped him out by becoming the second Mrs. McHenry in order to protect him in case of a criminal trial. Spousal privilege is a powerful weapon in the judicial system, one that Henry successfully secured.

Almost a year has passed since that fateful night, and the police investigation has all but stopped due to lack of evidence. The only living people who know what happened are you and him.

The worst part of it, though? You’ve fallen for him, hard. Sure, he’s been your friend since high school, but you never thought of him as partner material before. But, now that you live with him and spend lots of time together, you realize that he’s an amazing guy that you really feel connected to.

Unfortunately, he’s not in love with you, and probably never will be. But, you soldier on, putting your feelings on the backburner for the sake of the false union.

Henry sticks the cigarette between his teeth, the familiar flick of the lighter slicing the tension between you. He takes a long drag, exhaling loudly.

“Fine. But at least I’m actually trying to make this whole arrangement seem real. At this point, I’m the only one trying at all.” You huff, shaking your head as you walk back into the house.

You arrive at the large rented house for the bridal party, greeted by several of your closest friends as you walk through the door. Immediately, they ask about Henry, and you tell them that he won’t be joining you this weekend, that he has a show that he just can’t miss.

They’re understanding, of course, knowing of Henry’s blossoming career as a comedian. You spend the rest of the afternoon catching up with your friends, who seemed to be acting a bit strangely. They’re looking towards the lobby religiously, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive.

Probably just one of their boyfriends or husbands, you think, dismissing it with little thought as the waiter comes over with a tray of cocktails.

It’s nearly midnight when you finally head back up to your room, eyelids heavy as you fumble with the key and open the door. You’re startled when you see a large shadowy figure sitting on the queen bed.

You quickly flip the lights on to reveal the mysterious figure’s identity.

“Henry? What are you doing here?”

He stands, grabbing a small bouquet of flowers before bringing them over to you.

“I’m sorry for being so unreasonable about this trip, Y/N. You’re right, I haven’t been trying as hard as I can to spend ‘couple’ time with you lately. And I know how important this trip is, so...I postponed my show to next weekend in order to be here with you.”

You’re unable to stop the grin that spreads across your face at this genuinely kind gesture that he’s done for you. You take the flowers from his outstretched hand.

“Wow, this is...thank you, Henry.” You meet his eyes. “I mean it, thank you. I’m, uh, I’m glad you’re here.”

His cheeks are dusted pink as he looks down at the carpeted floor, running a hand through his hair. “It’ll be nice to spend some time together, I think. We’ve been a bit disconnected lately, off doing our own stuff without really connecting all that often.”

You nod in agreement, filling one of the hotel glasses with lukewarm water for the flowers. You set them on the desk, then look over at the bed.

Bed, not beds.

“I...I can ask for a different room. She just put us in here because she knows we’re married...”

He shakes his head. “No, no, it’s alright. We’ll make do.”

You’re a bit surprised by his mellow, chilled reaction to the situation. You thought surely he’d want to change rooms, since the two of you have never shared a bed before.

Really, at home, you’re just roommates; each having your own separate living spaces. But of course, your friend Jen doesn’t know of the...unique aspects of your outwardly loving union, like the fact that it’s not genuine.

Both of you quietly unpack your things into the shared dresser. You keep your pajamas out and after you place your emptied duffle in the closet, you shed your top and bottoms, leaving you in just your undergarments.

When you turn around to grab your pajamas, you catch Henry looking at you, a fact that brings a sheepish warmth to your cheeks. He was shirtless, standing in only his black jeans, which has you quite flustered. Henry’s very much in shape, you’re painfully aware of that in the moment, and you can’t help but let your gaze fall to his chiseled abdomen.

His eyes quickly dart away from you, as yours do from him, and his cheeks turn pink. He continues folding his clothes, putting them in the top two drawers of the dresser. You bite your lip as you grab your pajamas and head into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

The mirror blurs with steam from the hot water as it emerges from the shower head. You’re quick to peel the panties from your hips and the bra from your chest, tossing both on the tiled floor before stepping under the steaming stream.

You groan softly as the hot water massages your tired muscles. The ache between your thighs is anything but soothed by the water, though, and your mind is playing the sight of Henry’s sculpted body on a loop, only intensifying your arousal.

It’s gotten to the point where the need for a bit of relief is inevitable, despite your efforts to prevent it.

Your hand trails down and dips between your legs, fingertips sliding around your slickened folds, attempting to locate the special bundle of nerves nestled beneath.

Breath hitching, you sigh softly as you begin rubbing it in small, lazy circles. Small gasps and moans escape your lips as the flames of your arousal are flamed with each swipe of your fingertips.

Unbeknownst to you, Henry has abandoned his putting-away efforts in favor of standing outside the bathroom door. He’s heard a few soft, muffled noises coming from the room, so he decided to approach and make sure that nothing’s wrong.

His length twitches to life beneath his jeans as he realizes what exactly it is those noises mean, what you're likely doing in there. He wonders, as he reaches down to cup his swelling arousal, if this was brought on by the sight of his naked torso.

You exhale shakily, lining up and pushing two fingers into your wet heat, biting your lip to try and suppress the gasp that escapes your throat.

Henry grunts softly upon hearing this slip-up, shaky hands fiddling with his belt buckle, then with the button and zipper on his pants. He pulls his cock out in a rushed manner, ear pressing against the door while his hand starts to move up and down his shaft.

He hears something come from behind the door, but it’s too muffled by the wood that he can’t make out exactly what you said, which is probably a good thing.

“F-Fuck...Henry.” You breathe quietly, moving your digits in and out of your entrance swiftly, curling them up sporadically in order to tease your g-spot. “Shit.”

A low growl slips out as his length hardens further with his hand’s movements, slit starting to drool semi-transparent beads of liquid. He slicks them down his shaft, allowing his calloused palm to glide easier.

Your release quickly builds up inside you, hips jerking and twitching instinctively each time your fingers stimulate the special spot on your inner walls. It’s not long before you’re cumming all over your fingers with a series of soft moans and whines.

These small noises meet his ears and, within a minute, Henry reaches his own climax. He covers his mouth, a long groan muffled by the skin of his palm as ropes of seed spill out all over his palm and some onto the doorframe.

He rushes to wipe the evidence of his release from the scene, scrambling to grab his dirty t-shirt in order to do so. He hears you stepping out of the shower and quickly tucks himself back into his pants, running over to sit on his bed.

You emerge from the bathroom a minute or so later with only a towel on. He avoids eye contact, gathering his own clothes and heading into the bathroom for a quick shower.

You’re already tucked into bed and reading when Henry comes out of the bathroom in his boxers, ruffling his hair with the towel once more time before hanging it back up on the bathroom hook.

After finishing a chapter, you tuck your bookmark back between the pages before setting it down on your bedside table, turning the lamp off. You doze off soon after.

Henry waits patiently, very patiently, until he’s absolutely sure you’re fast asleep. His cock twitches and stirs in his boxers as he thinks about his plan of attack, how he’ll do this without waking you.

He knows this is wrong, but he just can’t help himself; it’s been too long and his hand simply isn’t doing this trick anymore. And you are his wife, after all.

His fingers reach under the covers, experimentally dragging his hand up your exposed thigh. You don’t seem to really mind, but an innocent-enough thigh touch and his cock inside you are two very different things.

So, he figures that he should probably try his fingers first. At least that’d be easier to explain in the event that you wake up and find him knuckle-deep in your cunt.

Sure, he thinks you’re physically attractive, objectively, but he doesn’t have any more than sexual feelings for you. You’re his best friend and he wants to keep it that way.

But...all that can wait until tomorrow. For now, he needs this from you; he desperately needs this.

You’re laying on your front, so he’s careful as he mounts you from behind, gently encouraging your legs apart with his knee. Once you’re spread apart enough, he slips his hand down to cup your crotch, biting his lip when he feels the natural heat already present.

He smirks, slipping his fingers between your pussy lips, searching for the spot that’ll get you nice and wet for him. Your hips naturally surge upwards when he finds it, a small grunt escaping your lips, but you remain asleep.

A breath of relief slips through the gaps of his perfectly crooked teeth as he continues rubbing you. It’s not long before you become slick, providing the natural lubricant for his fingers to glide easier.

His fingers begin to tease your puckered entrance, and he slowly slides one of the thick digits in, groaning under his breath as you clench so tightly around him.

“Little slut. Wants it even in her sleep.” He muses with a devious smirk, beginning to move his finger in and out with great care and caution.

You moan softly, subconsciously spreading your legs wider for him. He shudders with arousal at this simple movement, palming his hardened cock over the thin material of his boxers while a second finger joins the first inside of you.

He’s so hard, he almost can’t see straight, absolutely loving the way you react to his touch. You’re fast asleep, unaware of his touch; and yet, you’re still soaked and squirming for him. There’s something so deliciously wrong about this that makes him throb.

Soon, he can’t hold himself back anymore. He pulls his cock from beneath the airy fabric, stroking himself as he allows his hand to run over your backside. His jaw clenches, suppressing the moans that so desperately want to come out.

Finally, the moment of truth. Will you wake up when he slides in?

The buzz, the adrenaline rush he’s getting from this is practically unmatched by anything in his day-to-day life. Not even his shows, his performances bring him this much of a rush.

He lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly, biting down on his lip hard as a soft groan slips out. You’re so tight, so wet, so hot, so perfect.

You moan loudly, body and hips wriggling as your insides adjust to his length and thickness. It takes every ounce of his willpower to stay still, to let you adjust to the sudden intrusion. He wants nothing more than to pound you into the mattress and cum deep inside you, but he can’t do either of those things.

His hips roll softly, gently, cock dragging against your walls at an almost painfully slow pace. Your walls clench so tightly around him and he has to white-knuckle the headboard in order to keep himself centered and restrained.

You’re stirring a bit, but you’re still asleep, and Henry feels his climax already starting to build. Normally he’d be ashamed of this fact, but it’s probably best if he doesn’t drag this out.

The little noises escaping your lips only spur Henry on, each of your little grunts, groans, whimpers and moans are like music to his ears.

With only a few more thrusts, combined with the sight of your ass jiggling each time his skin collides with yours, Henry’s cumming. He pulls out in the knick of time, shooting his seed all over your little pajama shorts, secretly hoping his cum stains them.

He strokes himself through orgasm, riding out his high to its fullest before re-adjusting your shorts and tucking himself back into his boxers, laying down next to you.

A soft sigh leaves his lips as he catches his breath, flipping over and sitting to grab the pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, heading out to the small balcony.

Plumes of gray smoke linger in the still summer night as Henry looks out onto the lake, admiring the soft moonlight reflecting off the bouncing water. He comes back in after a few minutes and climbs back into bed, eyes fluttering shut.

Maybe being married to you wasn’t so bad, after all.

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