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Happy Birthday @jeremymarsh💕🎂 I hope you've had the best day! Enjoy a little InuKag fluff that goes along with @clearwillow's amazing art that you can see here.
Springtime Naps
She had forgotten how much she enjoyed sitting in the grass, appreciating the earth around her. Spring was in full bloom, with flowers coloring the fields and the cloudless sky giving her a perfect view of the village, of her home. Sighing happily, Kagome leaned back on her hands, aware of soft footsteps approaching behind her, his aura caressing hers in a loving way.
“Whatcha doin’ up here by yourself, wife?”
“Just admiring the view.”
He didn’t say anything, just merely collapsed to the ground beside her and snuggled his way into her, his head perched on her thigh. While this particular position wasn’t new to them, Inuyasha having done so outside of their home was. Running her fingers through his silver locks, she thought back on the last year, the year she returned to the place she now considered home.
It was late into last spring when the well reopened and she was married to Inuyasha by the end of the summer, taking the time to build a home together. The image of her husband cursing up a storm when he clipped his finger as he hammered down the roof, made her giggle.
“Oi, what’s so funny?” His deep voice pulled her from the memory, Inuyasha pulling her fingers from his hair to intertwine his own with hers.
“I was just thinking about the past year, particularly when we built our home and you being on the roof.”
“You were laughing because I kept hurting myself with that damned hammer.” he wasn’t angry at her, but the faint blush of his cheek told her he was still slightly embarrassed at reacting the way he did by the time the roof was finished. He all but flung the hammer into the woods and somehow managed to hit Miroku as he was walking down the path towards their home. Sango almost beheaded Inuyasha for knocking her husband out when he was supposed to be helping her deep clean their home. That had been a day to remember.
“It’s amazing how many hits Miroku has gotten over the years and he’s still the same, just like my favorite hanyou.” She teased him, leaning down to place a quick peck to his warm cheek.
“Favorite? You only know two other hanyou. I don’t think that’s a good enough title.”
“How about my favorite husband?”
“Now you’re gonna get it.” Using his youkai speed, he managed to flip their positions, so her head now settled in his lap and his fingers danced along her side, making Kagome squeal. Begging for him to stop, he repeated her action from earlier and placed a kiss to her cheek, his happiness contagious. Her yawn snuck up on her, causing Inuyasha to chuckle as he shifted his leg once more, making her as comfortable as possible.
Closing her eyes, basking in the sun's warmth, she felt him recline his body, their hands somehow still intertwined as if it were their lifeline.
The last thing Kagome thought before she fell into a light doze was the quick prayer to whatever kami was listening that they would have peaceful springtime naps together for the rest of their lives.
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it’s a dangerous thing - C. Cizikas
Summary: Casey’s relentless flirting is the bane of your existence (or is it?).
Warnings: flirting, implied smut but no actual smut, casey cizikas being seductive af
Words: 1.7k
A/N: Happy birthday my dear @texanstarslove! I had an absolute blast writing for Casey for the first time, Em, so I really hope you enjoy this flirty little fic.
Title from Hide the Wine, by Carly Pearce
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Casey Cizikas was a pain in your ass. There was no other way to describe him. He was the epitome of Trouble with a capital T, and by the way he smirked whenever he saw you, he knew exactly the effect he had – on you, on women in general, on every damn person in the room. There was just something so infuriating about the way he flirted so casually, relentlessly charming, knowing how it stirred you up and carrying on with it anyway. The man was a pest, and it took all your self-control to keep yourself from crossing the invisible lines you had drawn, right from the moment you’d met him all those years ago.
Personally, you thought he enjoyed how much he could push your buttons, how close you came to unravelling, how your heart raced faster and your breath came shorter. Trouble. Casey was Trouble and he damn well knew it.
“Now the party’s here!”
You rolled your eyes fondly at the crowing of Matt Martin as you sat down at the large booth, kissing Syd’s cheek in greeting and waving across the table to the familiar faces. “Excuse me, some of us take time to look this good.”
“And damn do you look good.”
Starting off strong tonight, apparently.
“Hello to you too, Casey,” you mused as he sat down on your other side, effectively trapping you in the booth.
You kissed his cheek in greeting too, Casey just winking at you as you settled back into your seat, leaving you to hide your heated face behind the large glass of wine that you’d picked up on your way across the bar. Being able to meet up with your friends like this wasn’t as often or as easy as you would like, with their schedule and with your own work, but nights like this with the full crowd around made up for everything. This evening was going to be a good one – you could already tell.
Time seemed to slow down as everyone started talking to each other, catching up, telling dumb stories, teasing the rookies, laughing at Mat for spilling his drink. Nothing out of the ordinary but it just felt so right to sink back into the swing of things, sipping at your wine as you let the stress of the week drain out of you.
“Alright, this round is on me.”
Casey’s voice rung out across the table, Anders in particular tilting his mostly-empty bottle in acknowledgement, people calling out their orders with enthusiasm.
“Shitty beer for Marty and vodka soda for Syd…” Casey listed, earning a middle finger from his friend, “And you…yeah you definitely need another glass of wine.”
As valiantly as you tried to ignore the way his murmured voice sent butterflies through your body, you knew he could sense something in your expression, in your eyes. He always could. It was a ridiculous super power.
“You trying to get her drunk?” Matt teased.
“Don’t need to get her drunk to have a good time,” Casey shot back.
Oh fuck. The smirk he sent you only made Matt laugh harder, earning both of them an unimpressed glance as you fought to hide the tingles that ran down your spine. Casey really was on a mission this evening, wasn’t he?
“So, wine?”
His soft words, murmured directly into your ear, made you break out of your thoughts with a soft gasp, and it took all your strength not to shiver when you realised how close he was leaning to you.
“Seeing as you’re paying, sure,” you nodded, smiling up at him.
“I like a girl who knows want she wants,” he grinned, standing upright, “Good thing I have the credit card to match.”
Oh fuck him.
“You are such an asshole!” you called out to his retreating back.
“And you love it!” he yelled over his shoulder, that familiar smirk on his lips.
You rolled your eyes as his teammates laughed, unable to stop yourself from smiling at his ridiculousness. There was something different in the air tonight, the bar crowded but not heaving, creating an atmosphere of absolute intensity that felt so incredibly electric – and you knew you weren’t the only one who felt it, by the glints in your companions’ eyes, let alone Casey being on fine flirting form. But you weren’t going to complain; something was telling you that the evening’s fun had only just begun.
Soon enough Casey returned to the table, having roped a few rookies into helping him carry the drinks back, and as always the attention turned right back to him.
“Baby, here’s your wine,” he said loudly, sitting down next to you once more.
“Oh my god, don’t call me baby, people are going to get the wrong idea,” you groaned, Syd just giggling.
“Maybe I want them to, ever thought about that?” he grinned.
“You are an insufferable flirt,” you said dryly, earning laughter from the group.
Casey just shrugged, unashamed. “Gotta do what I can to keep your eyes on me, no? Can’t say I like the thought of other guys having your attention.”
What?
His blue eyes blazed as they stared down into yours, sending your heart racing, and you bit your bottom lip briefly, steeling yourself as his eyes flicked down to watch. This flirting was different – more personal, with more of an edge. You could fight fire with fire, right?
“You don’t like the thought of other guys flirting with me? Buying me drinks? Making me smile?” you said softly, eyes wide and innocent as you took a sip of your new glass of wine, your words only audible enough for him.
His eyes flashed with an intensity that made you shiver. “You know I don’t. And even if you didn’t know…don’t play with me, baby.”
“I should’ve known you were the jealous type,” you murmured, pushing even further.
Casey’s hand slid onto your thigh, squeezing gently, making your lips part in a gasp.
“You have no idea,” he said lowly, “I don’t share.”
Oh fuck.
This had crossed the line that the two of you always danced around, never getting as close as this to tearing apart the fragile balance his flirting always left you on. What were you doing? What was he doing? Were you really going to fall into his arms and his bed like he’d always wanted?
As his hand squeezed your thigh again, you found your cheeks heating up at the intimate contact, Casey just smirking as you cleared your throat to clear your head. You didn’t know when his arm had slid over the back of the booth behind your back, but now it had inched down to rest across your shoulders, bringing you ever-so-much closer together, his chest pressed against your arm. To anyone around you, to any strangers glancing your way, it would just look like close conversation, two people talking intimately over the noise of the bar. But to you, you knew it was so much more; the way his thumb ran back and forth over the skin of your inner thigh showed that much. But the fact that you were willingly letting him break down those carefully crafted boundaries, his breath dusting across your cheek as his heated gaze watched you? Well, that was a whole new level that left you not knowing quite where you stood.
“Are you trying to flirt with me for real this time? Like, not just your dumb flirty banter you do with everyone?” you asked.
You had to know. You needed to know, because if he was just playing around you didn’t know if you could handle that. Not now.
He tilted his head slightly, looking at you as if he was trying to figure you out, before his smiled softly.
“Yes, is it working?” he said simply, seriously, telling you everything you needed to know.
Casey Cizikas wasn’t just flirting with you. He was seducing you. And it was absolutely working.
“Damn it Casey.”
“You’re so cute when you blush,” he added, leaning a little closer to you.
Your breath hitched in your chest at his words, voice so soft it was practically a purr, and you knew he noticed by the way his grin sharpened. You were falling, hook line and sinker, and he was ready to catch.
“You’re very lucky I have questionable taste,” you managed to say.
“So my flirting is working,” he grinned.
“Don’t celebrate too hard. It’s a slow night and there’s literally no-one else available,” you said, pursing your lips to hide your smile.
“Oh baby you won’t be thinking about anyone else when I’m through,” Casey murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
Oh fuck, how was that so hot?
“Do you two maybe want to get a room?”
Matt’s dry teasing broke you out of your little bubble, your cheeks heating up again as Casey just laughed along with everyone else that you’d honestly forgotten were still around you.
“That’s a great idea, Marty,” Casey shot back, eyes flitting down to yours as his smile softened, “Your place or mine?”
You ignored the hoots and catcalls as Casey moved his hand from your thigh to your waist, beautiful blue eyes searching your face, questioning, giving you an out if you needed one. It was that gesture that made your decision for you.
“Yours,” you said simply.
His gentle expression shifted into that all-too-familiar smirk, making you shudder in anticipation, even as he linked his fingers with yours and flipped his cackling teammates off with his free hand.
“I’m going to give you the night of your life, you’ll see,” Casey murmured into your ear as the two of you weaved through the crowd.
Of that you had no doubt.
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“Alright, you win, four times in one night is a record,” you laughed, panting as you ran a hand through sweat-damp hair.
Casey just smirked, sending fire through your blood. “Records are meant to be beaten.”
What had you gotten yourself into?
#my writing#casey cizikas fic#happy birthday em!#casey cizikas imagine#casey cizikas fanfic#casey cizikas x reader#nhl fic#nhl imagine#hockey fic#hockey imagine
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It's my bday on sunday, if you want, can you write something about Darcy covering for Bucky cause he wants to hang out with strike alpha without steve worrying. Her excuses getting crazier until she finally goes "ok I'm sorry hes actually camping. I lied about the clown college course and fundraiser for three legged cats 😔."
Here you go! Happy Almost Birthday!
Chapter 42: The Serpent Society of....Paintball?
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Luffy luffy luffy<333
Hi!! Sorry for being ia again T_T I'm still gonna be super ia after this since exams coming up and I'm super busy w it!! Hopefully I can draw in between and render some after exams
Also this was supposed to be in luffy's bday☠️
Full pic/comic(?)⤵
#one piece#one piece fanart#fanart#op art#op fanart#monkey d luffy#monkey d. luffy#luffy#luffy fanart#digital art#art#one piece luffy#i had this idea since weeks ago lmao#i have some other doodles that i wanna render#hopefully i remember to do em☠️#also ignore the last pic of luffy<3#happy belated birthday to him</3
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@usergif NEW YEAR NEW FONTS: DAY 5: FAVORITE FONTS
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happy birthday to my bestie and fellow ezra simp @starwarsrebels
#swedit#starwarsedit#ezrabridgeredit#ezra bridger#star wars#*#usersem#userelio#usernik#tusererika#userannalise#usershreyu#usersalty#usersophie#usershale#useryoshi#underbetelgeuse#useralison#tusernicky#HAPPY BIRTHDAY EM I LOVE YOUU
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A little birthday present for my wonderful friend @moonlight-breeze-44
#leverage#leverage ot3#eliot spencer#alec hardison#parker#leverage fanart#happy birthday again em i love you#echo's drawings#artists on tumblr
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VERNON x FACE THE SUN ERA
happy birthday @bandzboy 🖤
#woooo happy birthday tris <3333333 i hope you have the loveliest day ever!!!#vernon chwe#seventeen#svtsource#kpopedit#userfairy#homerunj#heymax#userzaynab#maddieblr#eritual#heyteo#noablr#mygifs#svt#tumblr user em facethesuns finally living up to her url.....
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Saving the Best for Last
Written for @steddiemicrofic Special prompt for @wynnyfryd's birthday!!: Bottom | WC: 345 | Gen | Tags: Getting Together, Post-Season 4, Fluff
A/N: Happy Birthday, Wynn! I love your writing, and I'm so grateful for all you do for the fandom! I hope that today is the absolute best.
Eddie wasn’t expecting to do anything to celebrate his birthday aside from sitting with Wayne to watch some horror movies, seeing that he was still being persecuted by the majority of Hawkins.
Instead, the trailer was overrun with The Party. They eagerly joined in on the movie marathon, even bringing some gifts along that they put aside for Eddie to open in his own time.
It was perfect.
When everyone was gone, Eddie opened the gifts. His heart warmed at the thoughtful presents- new tapes to make up for those destroyed in the old trailer, a ‘coupon’ from Buckley to explore Indy with her- he even got some new minifigs from Nancy.
Eventually, he reached the gift on the bottom of the pile, a box with ‘from Steve’ scrawled on top. Its contents had him pushing the present aside so that he could make a call.
“Harrington residence.”
“Steve, are you- shit. Is this what I think it is?” His question held a clear double meaning.
He and Steve had grown inseparable over the last two months- he’d barely left Eddie’s side at the hospital, and given that Steve saved his life (and that Eddie had a crush on him), Eddie wasn’t eager to push him away.
The gift was his vest- but not really ‘his’, as the note inside explained. Steve had taken the pins and patches from the old one and decorated a new, bloodstain-free vest, even embroidering his Warlock, his Sweetheart, over the spot covering Eddie’s heart.
It was probably the most thoughtful thing anyone other than Wayne had ever done for him, and had his brain catching up with his heart, making him realize that maybe his feelings were reciprocated.
“The vest or, uh-” Steve cleared his throat. “Or… us? Because… yes to both, I hope.”
“Yeah? Then come over so I can thank you properly.”
Eddie pulled Steve inside when he arrived, greeting him with a kiss that was enthusiastically returned.
Later that night, with Steve wrapped in his arms, Eddie knew he was holding the best gift of all.
#stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#my writing#em writes#steddie fic#steddiemicrofic#steddiemicroficbottom#happy birthday wynn! Take some fluff <3
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ermergerd its mah burfdai
I turn 40 tomorrow!
40!!! 🎂🥳💃🏻✨
Thats so rad. Anyway, you all get 40% off my entire store from right now til Monday because WHY NOT?! Yay bday! Yay 40! 🌟
(If the link doesn't auto apply the discount you can use the code BDAY40 at checkout ♥)
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happy gogy day !!
#happy birthday to GNF!!#georgenotfound#gnf fanart#minions#love em#gnf#illustration#illustrators on tumblr#mcyt#digital art#digital illustration
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bangtan boys in turtlenecks, kim seokjin special edition (pt. 2)
↳ for @jinstronaut 💟 | cr. 0613data
#userbangtan#usersky#annietrack#heyryen#shirleytothesea#trackofthesoul#useremmeline#usermaggie#userdinnerthing#dailybts#turtleneck!bts#dailybangtan#kim seokjin#seokjinedit#mine!#happy birthday em!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i stalked you to figure out your birthday omg once i saw you were a gemini i had to figure it out#let me make YOU a set for once perhaps?#anyway i love you so much you deserve to have the best year of your LIFE and you bring me so much joy and happiness on here#please have some turtleneck jin from one jin stan to another#ily 2 the moon and back & whatever#💞💕💘💖💝💟💗💓💞💝💘💕💖#em 🫘
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Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite.
Sam + Be Your Own 3am by Adult Mom for Suncaptor's birthday event
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posted this on twitter already but uhh here's a very rare drawing from yours truly
#this was a bday gift for @enden-agolor !! go wish them a happy bday 👊#also just posting this because ive been going thru a rough art block as usual and im finally gettin back in my groove of drawing em#sorry tho its very gay#and 🫵 it is also my girlfriend's birthday today so everyone better wish her a very happy birthday as well 😤#mcsm#minecraft story mode#mcsm lukas#mcsm jesse#jesskas#lukesse#arts
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It is finally October! Lots of art I have planned for this month, but for now take this character study for fem!Obi-Wan. Because I love her (wrinkles, grey hair, wide shoulders, and all) and thus wanted to kick off my birthday month with her specifically.
Stay tuned for plenty more, and happy October everyone!
#there she is#in all her ginger glory#I honestly hate my birthday#but I am doing this to try and make it better#encourage happy thoughts#with happy art#or at least art that makes me happy#some of the pieces I planned are less then happy#but I hope you like em all the same#fem obi wan#afab obi wan#obi wan kenobi#my art#star wars#tattoos#scars
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Honestly, it’s like my body wants to get up and wander about, you know, like it has to get the 10,000 steps in. And I don’t even know about it until I wake up wherever.
↳ for @anakinpadme ♡ happy birthday, em!
#marveledit#moonknightedit#moon knight#marvel#mcutv#usersem#userelio#usershreyu#usermorgan#usersawah#underbetelgeuse#userkosmos#usergiu#useryoshi#usersophie#useralison#tuserdi#usersmia#*#happy birthday em!!!! sorry this is a few days late but ily bestie 🥰
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"You Love It." Charles Lee Ray X GN! AFAB! Reader.
Hey, hey, hey! This is a birthday fic for my good friend Bug! They deleted their blog a while back but fuck me, I love em and this is such a stellar fic, I had to share! I am so excited for you all to see it! A hot, fun, Charles Lee Ray moment! Let’s GO!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.4.K. Charles Lee Ray X GN! AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings. Dub-Con. Somewhat Established Hookup. Stalking-ish. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Overstimulation. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Dirty Talk. Degradation. Praise. Smoking. Burns. Pain Kink, Dom/Sub Dynamics.
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He hated not seeing you as often as possible, but he also hated being open or honest about his emotions, especially ones that made him seem weak, or needy, like he relied on not just you but anyone. He likes to think himself an independent person through and through. All the logic in the world can’t stop the damn itch though, that longing and craving he feels for you, squirming under his skin, refusing to leave him and he knew the only thing to satisfy those cravings would be seeking you out. Feeling you against him, how sweet you could sound, the taste of your skin, fuck, the thoughts of you had him hard enough that his pants felt annoyingly, boarding on painfully tight.
The scrape of his zipper is what pushes him to pick up his car keys and take off towards your place. The ride was quick with the late hour, the little traffic and how much he was speeding. He parked down the road from your place and started the walk up to your building and as his eyes drew up as he walked, he realised something, it was well past midnight and you were still up, he could see you on your balcony. It makes him pause with a smile, he pulls out the pack from his coat pocket and his lighter from the other one, he lights up and watches you for a minute.
You however, luckily, had not seen him yet, something he could totally work in his favour.
After slipping inside and coming to your front door, the fact he was not in possession of a key wasn’t something that would deter him or even slow him down, he knew his way around locks and didn’t have to break it to break in effectively. A slip of a card through, pressing just so and the latch releases, he holds the knob and eases his way in carefully, he pauses in the doorway, he can see you standing there, your back to him on the balcony, clearly not aware of his presence. He knew he was being quiet but he wondered how you hadn’t noticed quite yet but he saw the headphones on and plugged into the device at your side, ah, that’ll do it, plus it was so you, can’t sleep, up late, lost in music.
He closes the door, making sure it latches quietly, not even a click before he starts his slow approach, just the sight of you was enough to start doing him in. He watches and takes a deep drag as he does so, he doubts he will ever get tired of playing voyeur and watching you do just about anything. Right now however it is making the craving worse, it fills him with a particular urge and he decides to go for it.
You were relaxed, enjoying the chill of the evening air, arms resting on the railing in front of you, taking in the music and letting the calm of this time of night wash over you, truly at peace. It made it so the next feeling that was foisted upon you was one of extreme shock.
One hand is over your mouth and an arm slips around your waist, pulling you to him, the fear that sinks in is immediate, wondering how and why the fuck this was happening, who the hell this could be. You could smell the cigarette and feel the small brush of stubble on your cheek and then you know what is really happening, The hand on your waist lifts slightly, fingers hook the wire of your headphones and he pulls, they slip off, sit around your neck and you know it’s him. He was the one who forced his way inside, snuck in and was now holding you, his voice now filling your ears, the slight background of the music bleeding in at the edges as he says, “Shouldn’t be outside and up this late at night, it’s a bad fuckin’ idea.”
You bite back the smile before it can truly form against his hand that was over your mouth, the thought of you not even being safe on your own balcony and it counting as being “out too late” makes you want to laugh, it is so him.
“Makes a man like me wanna do terrible things.” A push of his hips, you feel him, Christ, how long has he been hard? How long has he been watching you from inside your apartment? Your head too full, you let out a questioning hum.
“Oh don’t play so dumb, it’s cute but it’s not you. I know you-” He sing-songed out those last three words, a chuckle before he said, “-and you, are not dumb.”
Another hum and he tsks, “No, no you’re not, you might do stupid shit sometimes but who doesn’t on occasion?”
You could see the cigarette now as opposed to just smelling it, the glowing orange end passing by your head, he inhales and it's almost like he can sense your longing, he asked on his exhale, “You want some?”
A small nod, as much as he would allow, eyes slipping closed and then you expected his hand to lift but instead you felt it, burning and stinging sensation of pain, a sharp inhale through your nose, your eyes drop to see him burning your exposed thigh near the hem of your shorts. You squirm, you whine and he lifts it up, the pain lingers, he coos to you, “Awe, what? Is that not what you meant?”
Shaking your head and he sucks his teeth before letting out a low whistle, “Too bad I’m not invested or interested in what a whore like you wants.”
The hand on your face, his fingers drum over your lips and he asks, “You gonna scream when I take this away?”
Another shake of your head and he does so, pulls it away slowly and you don’t scream and he smiles at that, he turns you around roughly, one hand cupping the back of your neck, the one still holding the end of his cigarette on your hip. His hands don’t stay still, as if he needs to keep moving constantly needing to feel, explore, as if the craving isn’t remotely satisfied even with his hands already on you.
He wasn’t being that careful, a few more grazes of the lit cig brushing sensitive skin making you squirm, “I was just walkin’ by and looked up and happened to see you and just knew I had to come up here and do something about this-”, his point emphasised and driven home with a grind of his clothed erection against one of your hips, thumb pressing along the underside of your jaw. “-I had the thought that someone like you has to know their way around a dick, figured you could help me out.”
A final burn pressed into your arm causing you to hiss before it was dropped entirely, both hands free he groped you, felt your braless tits through the thin material of your shirt, thumbs passed over your nipples and he sighs, “Fucking Christ, this body of yours-”
You could still clearly smell the smoke clinging to him as he leaned in closer, lips dragged over your throat, tongue peeks out and he got the first taste of you, and it caused his hands to move down your sides. “-you’re just so soft. How can I resist? You’re practically begging me for it.”
One of those same hands was between your legs now, a firm press of his fingers and you arch away from the sudden rush of sensation and he doesn’t take kindly to that. Pushing your back hard into the railing you were leaning on,, pulling back from where his mouth as been on your throat, sick smile on his face, “I don’t fucking think so, you’re not going anywhere-”
A shifting of your weight from one foot to the other, another attempt to try and get away, it is many things, weak futile, adorable, he still says regardless, “-you’re gonna take it and there’s nothin’ you can do to stop it”
Like you’d ever dream of stopping him from anything he wanted to do to you.
All this has happened with some pretty startling speed. He has been here for about five minutes and was sliding a hand into your shorts and underwear, the first contact of his hand makes you want to whine, he isn’t gentle about it. Fingers pass over your hole and he inhales through his teeth, “You’re this wet already?”
A laugh before he says, “Here I was thinking you’d put up a fight about doing this out here but no convincing needed, your body loves it.”
Two fingers slide in with ease and he curses, “Fuck, you’re so hot inside, can’t wait to get in there-”, a rock of his fingers, palm pressed to your clit and he continued on, “-do you like the thought of people seeing you like this? Watching you out in the open?”
At the mention of him being inside of you, fucking you here, on your balcony out here, it makes you clench around his fingers, something he naturally has to comment on, “Ooh yeah, I think you like it a lot.”
His fingers pick up the pace, harder, rougher and your breathing does the same, eyes starting to slip closed as you soak in the feeling, it wasn’t all pleasure, the treatment brought an edge of pain that was helping, elevating the idea and the fantasy.
Him speaking in those low tones, feeling the breeze, his touch, a sound breaks out and he just cannot shut up, “What was that?”
A curl of his fingers, pressing on that particular spot that makes you feel weaker in the knees and that same sound got louder, a curse, “Ooh you do speak. Good to know.”
He leaned closer and said, “I wanna hear more, c’mon, talk.”
A nod, a hard swallow and you ask, “Wha-what do you wanna hear?”
“What’s on that mind of yours. What are you thinkin’?”
You groaned out, “With what you’re doing with your fingers? No-not much.”
Another laugh he grinds his palm against you, “Cute.”
He pulls his fingers out, you start to protest before he brought his hand up and sucked his fingers clean, a groan of his own before he slipped them out, “Fuck you taste good.”
Reaching out, his fingers hooked in the waistband of your shorts and he ripped them down, “Just realised you are wearing just these shorts! You are too much-” He leaned over, he pulled over the chair you’d set out on the balcony ages ago, he moves you, pulls you, one foot rested on the seat, shorts hooked around your ankle and his belt and fly are dealt with in short order.
His hands back on you, one on your hip and the other on your thigh, the brush of him against you, intense eye contact, his lips were inches from yours and he asked, “Still not gonna protest?”
A bite of your lip and what you say next has no bite behind it, a heat laced whisper of, “No, please, stop.”
A drag of him through your folds, he nudges over your clit and he says, “Fuck. Tell me no. Tell me you don’t want it.”
You play along, play the part, feed into this further, “No, no, don’t, please, please, please-”
That last please pitches up as he sinks inside of you with a groan.
Holy shit did you ever need this and hot damn was it hard to pretend like you weren’t enjoying every moment of this. He soaks up this moment, the look on your face, brows knitted together and the harsh inhale, the flex of him inside of you and the squeeze of your walls on him and he can’t linger, so he does what he does best, he takes.
The pace is far from easy after that, your hands reach back, lock on the railing to help keep yourself mostly upright. He isn’t that shy at all about how good it felt, heavy breathing, broken praise, “Shit yes-”
His head tipped forward, his nose brushing over your cheek, slotting himself closer to you, breathing you in, an almost tender gesture, a stark difference from how brutally he was fucking you. “-feel so fucking good inside.”
A moan tumbles from your own lips, pressing your hips forward, more friction just the way you need, your breath catches and of course he notices, he helps, a hand on your hip, he helps you grind better, harder and the next moan is significantly louder.
“Shh, shh, you wanna get caught that badly?” He asked, your palms hurt from how you held the rail, a questioning sound leaves your throat and he says, “I can see we aren’t alone, some people are down in the parking lot, you want em to see you like this, eh?”
Is there? You cannot turn your head to see, you couldn’t hear anyone but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t anyone there.
You don’t close your mouth but you do attempt to quiet yourself and he clicks his tongue disapprovingly, he shifts himself, one hand down, thumb presses, hard circles where his pelvis had previously been providing stimulation and you gasp loudly. The climb is sudden, quick and overtakes with essentially no warning, tensing against him, a curse that if there was anyone in the parking lot they surely heard it.
He doesn’t relent. He doesn’t slow, he keeps rubbing, cock sliding in and out just as rough and you whimper, still being so unrelenting overstimulation starts to set in, you can’t control the sounds you are making, body shivering. He manages to pull another from you, forces it from you in short order and when your eyes start to tear up from the pain sinking in he forces himself as deep as he can, he cums with the praise sweet on his tongue as the tears roll down your face, “You’re beautiful.”
That is when he kisses you, hot, all consuming, tongue in your mouth and you return it, your hands reach out, trembling, one in his hair and one gripping his jacket, needing him close as he could be. The movements of your lips against his slow, you disentangle, he pulls out and tucks himself away. You sit down on the chair you were previously using for leverage and he takes the one across from you, his feet up on the small table he fishes out his cigarettes again, lighting up he is aware you are watching him.
After he lights it, inhales he offers with that same sick smile, “You want some again?”
You think that you did.
#Charles Lee Ray x reader#Chucky x reader#slasher x reader#BHF writing#Happy birthday Bug!!!#I sent it to em day of but I was waiting till they read it to post publicly#Enjoyyyyy
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