Christmas requests are open from December 7 to December 21. Make sure you get your request in before then!

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Christmas Requests 2016

Open from December 7 to December 21

It’s almost Christmas and you guys know what that means!  Time to reopen the Christmas requests and do some serious writing ;)  This year I wanted to do something different.  I’ve decided to take both lemon requests as well as oneshot requests.  It’s been way too long since I’ve written oneshots and I thought it would be fun.  I guess we’ll see how it turns out! 

Please read through the post to make sure you know how I do things, and as always, feel free to leave questions down in the comment section.


1.   As mentioned above, I’ll be taking both lemon and oneshot requests this year.  I’m still figuring out where I’ll be posting the oneshots, but I’ll update you all when I know.

2.  Requests should be sent to my email address: Please don’t post any requests in the comment section.

3.  Please only request characters from my Accepted Fandoms list, which you can find over on my Contact Me page at the top of the blog.

4.  As for prompts, I love it when people have something specific in mind for their requests.  It’s always fun to see what prompt ideas people come up with, so feel free to give me an original idea of yours if you’d like.  If you can’t think of something, I’ve compiled a list of prompts below.  If you want me to surprise you with a prompt, I can do that too.  The prompt field of the request sheet is optional, so it’s entirely your choice.  The chances of me accepting your request are higher if you do include a prompt though!  They inspire me ;)

5.  Also, I only write in 2nd or 3rd POV, so please don’t bother requesting 1st cause it probably won’t happen.  I just don’t feel like I write anything good in that POV.

6.  Oh, and make sure you specify what type of request you want!  Lemon or oneshot!  I’ve included a Genre section on the request sheet specifically for oneshot requests.  This is just to clarify the general theme of the oneshot.  If you want something slightly smutty, or angsty or happy, please let me know.

7.  I am accepting Baby Daddies, but if you’re planning on requesting one, I recommend also putting in a request for a lemon or oneshot.  I’m always either really inspired to write BDs or not inspired at all, so I can’t promise I’ll be in the mood. 

8.  Multiple requests are welcome and might even give you better chances of me writing one of them!

9.  Accepted requests will be added to the list found on the right hand side of the blog.  When your request is posted, I’ll send you an email and let you know!

Request Sheet

Character You Want:
Type of Request:
OC Info:
Prompt: (Optional)
Genre: (You only need this one if requesting a oneshot.  Ex: Angst, smut, etc.)
Point of View: (2nd or 3rd)
Any Additional Info:

Wake up from a smutty dream
You look weirdly sexy making breakfast
Don’t move a muscle
Lessons in obedience
Keep your clothes on
Blindfold the world away
Kinky roleplay
Strip poker
The lady doth protest too much
I’ll buy you the flower shop
Song for a Winter’s Night
You’ve got a very…spacious throne, my King
Sorry, I’m a little busy saving the world right now
‘Will fight for food’
Sparring lessons
I’m a little rusty…
Yoga is good for the soul
Mint hot chocolate
Tea time
Annual Christmas party
Sick in bed on Christmas Eve
Snow kisses
Gone hunting
Standing under mistletoe
Hot bath after a long day
Relaxing massage
Wrapped up in sheets
Hot tub
Christmas shopping
Baking Christmas cookies
The whipped cream is for the dessert
Putting up a Christmas tree
Snowed in

I also wanted to let you all know that I’m now accepting requests from Dragon Age 2.  I’m a bit rusty on those characters still, but I’m willing to give it a try if you’re interested.  And of course, Dragon Age Inquisition is also on my list. 

Finally, to anyone who has emailed me over the last week-week and a half: I’ll be responding to emails as soon as I can.  I’ve been extremely busy with work and preparing for my final exams, so I haven’t had much time to do anything else.

That’s it!  Looking forward to see all of your requests!
Questions can be left in the comment section or emailed to me.  And keep in mind that this year, the last day of requests will be December 21!

     Strangely Overcast

Friday, November 11, 2016

A Germany Lemon -- Allure

Character: Germany

Fandom: Hetalia

OC: Adriana, honey brown hair, is autistic

Inspiration: Sorry this took so long!  I dropped off the face of the earth for a while there.  This one is a bondage!Germany smut, though I’m not sure how well the bondage part ended out.  It isn’t as kinky as I wanted it to be.  Hope you guys still enjoy it
Also, the France request will be out shortly, I'm just finishing it up!

Adriana’s not sure what she’s expecting when she comes home after her long trip to the Great Lakes, doing fieldwork for her zoology job.  All she knows is that she walks into the one situation that probably shouldn’t surprise her at all, yet it really does.  She knows her husband very well by now, but she’s still more than shocked when, the moment she steps inside and wheels her suitcase into the living room, Ludwig glances over at her, crosses his arms, and says, “Strip.”
It isn’t exactly the kind of greeting she expects after being out of the country for nearly an entire year.
Her eyes bug out.  “What?”
Ludwig just raises an eyebrow at her and walks into the kitchen without another word.  She pauses, hesitating, wondering if he’s angry for some reason.  Though usually when Ludwig is angry, he doesn’t just randomly tell her to get naked.  Usually.
She can’t get out of her coat fast enough, and drops it onto her suitcase before following him into the kitchen.  Questions are naturally spinning through her mind.  Confusion colors her thoughts.  She thinks it’s probably okay to be confused, right?  She hasn’t seen him in about a month, not since he’d flown over to the States to visit her.  She kind of thought that he’d wrap his arms around her and give her a proper ‘welcome home’ kiss the moment she walked inside.  That’s what anyone else would do.
Then again, Ludwig is not just anyone else, a fact that he enjoys reminding her of every once in a while. 
In the kitchen, he’s standing in front of the stove, spooning what looks like a pasta casserole onto a plate.  Adriana glances around quickly, pausing for a moment to bask in the familiarity of her home.  A year away has been grueling but necessary for her career, and it amazes her how much she’s missed the simple comfort of standing in the middle of her own personal world.  A world that is quickly narrowing down to the man who turns to her, looking a little miffed.
“I thought I told you to strip?” he wonders, casting a glance down at her still-clothed body.  She stares at him, matching his expression perfectly.
“I’m confused,” she admits, blurting the words out before she can rein them in.  She really doesn’t understand what goes through his head sometimes.  Isn’t he about to feed her?  Isn’t that why he’s getting a plate ready?
Ludwig’s face immediately softens at her words.  He chuckles, sets the plate down, and walks over to her.  At once, she’s surrounded by the strong warmth of his arms as he pulls her into an embrace.  She melts into him without a struggle.  This house isn’t the only thing she’s missed.
“It’s been a month since I’ve had you,” he murmurs, kissing her cheek and then dragging his lips over her jaw.  He tilts her chin up and her breathing stops, skittering away from her at the close proximity of his body and the heated look he’s sending her.  His fingers weave into her light hair and he all but growls, “So strip for me, liebling.  I want to see you.” [1]
Adriana definitely can’t breathe.  She stares at him with her mouth hanging open in surprised desire – and it is surprising, the way her arousal suddenly burns through her like fire scorching through a dried field.  The analogy is probably more apt than she cares to admit; she hadn’t had sex in what feels like ages. 
It’s a sin, really, to be married to such a perfect man and not being able to touch him for practically a year.  Never mind that they’ve flown back and forth numerous times to see each other – it just isn’t the same as the relaxed knowledge that there is no time limit to their love.
When she doesn’t immediately move, Ludwig chuckles again and tilts his head.  “Should I do it myself?”  He tugs at the casual tee she’d thrown on before the flight and quirks his mouth up.
Adriana bites her lip.  When he goes to lift the shirt up, she bats his hands away and does it herself, tossing the fabric on the kitchen tiles without a backward glance.  His eyes are absolutely on fire as she tugs off her jeans next, followed quickly by her bra and the comfortable cotton underwear she’d opted for on the return journey.  Then, standing naked before him, Adriana peers up into his eyes and tilts her head to match his.
“Is that better?” she asks, feeling only a little bit self-conscious.  Anyone would have made her nervous at such abrupt orders, but Ludwig…well, she can’t quite explain it, but he makes it seem as natural as breathing.  (Something that she finally remembers how to do.)
His eyes flash, but he doesn’t react in the way she expects.  Apparently, all of her expectations are being blown away tonight, because instead of taking her back into his arms, Ludwig just hums and turns back to the stove.  She stands there, bare as the day she was born, and stares in baffled confusion as he takes the plate back into his hands and walks to the small table several meters away.
“Sit,” he says, nodding at the chair.  Her mouth falls open.
“What?” she asks.  She’s even more confused than before.  And she’s getting a little cold, too.  The tiles are freezing on her bare feet and the chill of Autumn is easily seeping into her skin despite being inside.
Ludwig bites back a smile and pulls the chair out silently.  Just as silently, Adriana steps over to it and sits down, feeling very out of sorts.  She doesn’t think she’s ever sat down to eat dinner while being stark naked before.  It’s naturally a little disconcerting, especially when Ludwig sets the plate down in front of her and hands her a fork.
“You must be hungry,” he murmurs, then moves to stand behind her.  As she grasps the fork between her fingers, he starts massages his fingers through her hair.  It feels so good that she forgets about the meal sitting in front of her.
Ludwig leans down, nips at her ear, and whispers, “Eat, liebling.  Trust me.”
Trust is a funny thing, really.  What’s that silly phrase her old American professor used to say?  It’s a two way street?  She is so far out of her comfort zone that she can’t even remember where said zone begins, and yet she does trust him.  So explicitly that she stabs some of the pasta and digs in.
“Good girl,” he purrs, scraping his nails over her scalp.  She moans a little at the wonderful feeling, which he promptly rewards by kissing the top of her shoulder. 
As she swallows her bite and goes for another, Adriana asks, “Have you already eaten?”  She’s suddenly ravenous, and realizes that the last thing she ate was the hasty hotel breakfast earlier that morning.  The salted peanuts on the plane really don’t count.
Ludwig hums, which she takes to mean that he has.  The fact that he ate without her means one of two things: either he had just been that hungry and hadn’t wanted to wait, or he has plans for her tonight.  She has a feeling that it’s the latter.  Why else would he immediately tell her to strip down the moment she walked through the door?
His hands drift down her shoulders to cup her breasts, and she leans back because he’s so warm and the heat feels good against her cold skin.  Squeezing them gently, Ludwig kisses the side of her head and murmurs, “…I had dinner already, but I’m in the mood for some dessert…”
Adriana tilts her head back to send him a raised eyebrow.  She might get occasionally confused with his mannerisms, but she’s not daft enough to let his somewhat cliché response get passed her.
“Really?” she asks dryly, and he chuckles.
“Mmhmm,” he replies, and suddenly sinks to his knees.  She almost chokes on her pasta when he shoves her chair a few inches from the table and spreads her knees apart.
“Ludwig – “ she starts, putting her fork down.  This is the strangest thing she’s ever experienced.  It’s also possibly the most arousing.
“Shh,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss her inner thigh.  His hands slide around her waist and he scoots her down the chair until she’s mere centimeters away from his mouth.  It’s a very enticing sight.  She can only imagine what she looks like.  From the heat in his eyes, she has a feeling he’s more aroused than he’s letting on.
“Eat,” he orders, glancing up at her through dark stormy eyes.  She stares down at him for a split second before obeying, bringing her fork back to her lips and chewing on another bite of pasta.  He watches her for a moment as if he’s making sure she’s actually taking him seriously, then he sends her a wolfish grin and leans in to kiss her stomach.  Her muscles tense beneath the kiss in anticipation.
When his kisses get lower and lower, Adriana finds it harder to remember to actually eat.  She’s too busy staring at him, watching every little move he makes.  And the moment his tongue slides over her cunt, she really can’t help but forget entirely.  How could she possibly eat when he’s licking at her like that?  Her hunger seems to vanish immediately, replaced by hunger of another sort.
She decides that this is definitely more arousing than it is strange.  It’s not her fault that she forgets all about his order and just watches him, fingers tangling into his blond hair.
Ludwig notices though.  His eyes dart up to hers and, against her cunt, he growls, “Eat, and I’ll let you come.”  The ultimatum makes her whimper.
“But Ludwig – “
“I don’t plan on stopping once we get started, Adriana,” he warns, squeezing her leg gently. 
He pulls away for a brief moment and she practically wrestles his head back between her thighs, gasping, “Alright!  I’ll eat!”  And she does, though to say that she fully enjoys the meal isn’t entirely true.  She shovels a large bite into her mouth and chews almost frantically, too overcome by her own aroused impatience to take her time as she normally would.
Ludwig just chuckles at said impatience and continues his work on her, spinning his knuckle around her entrance and lapping at the top of her clit with firm, controlled movements.  He definitely appreciates the way she rolls her hips into him, or tries to.  The grip he’s got on her waist doesn’t allow her much movement.
She can’t concentrate on anything while he’s doing this to her.  Even something as simple as eating has become a chore.  Her distracted mind is in shambles.  She can barely remember how to chew, and she scarfs down the food too quickly.  She’d better not get indigestion from this or she’ll hurt him. 
The moment she’s finished, she slams her fork down and exclaims, “Done!”
He draws back, sets his elbow on the chair beside her thigh, and rests his chin on his hand.  In a drawling voice, Ludwig says, “Water.”
Adriana could cry.  She grabs her glass of water and practically chugs it down, tipping her head back with vengeance and emptying the glass.  He watches, the edge of his mouth quipped up in an amused smirk.  The moment she slams the glass onto the table, he stands up with a graceful prowess and moves behind her.
His hands are in her hair again, twisting it around and over her shoulder as he leans down to kiss her cheek.  “Good girl.  Now give me your hands.”
At this point, Adriana doesn’t even stop to argue with him.  Though she does poutingly wonder, “I thought you said you’d let me come.”  The slight whine in her voice makes him chuckle.
She lifts her hands for him and isn’t surprised when he somehow manages to procure a rope out of nowhere.  Well – probably from the back pocket of the jeans that he’s still wearing, despite the fact that she’s completely naked.  His power plays are, admittedly, getting a tiny bit old.
Yet his next sentence makes that thought utterly disappear as he murmurs, “I said I’d let you come; I didn’t say when.” 
He slips the rope around her wrists and gently ties it.  She groans, her impatience rising.  She knows he’ll make this worth her while, but it’s been so long and she wants him now.
He’s the image of patience as he leads her through the house.  He doesn’t even have to tug on the ‘leash’ he’s just put around Adriana’s wrists.  She’s more than happy to follow him.  She’s absolutely aching from his teasing ministrations in the kitchen, and the thought of what’s to come has her scurrying behind him eagerly.
Ludwig notices.  He notices everything.  He sends her an amused glance and, feeling too aroused to be embarrassed, Adriana grins back.  The low scraping chuckle he gives at the sight of her makes another sharp shiver jolt through her body.  Seriously, does he even know what he does to her?
She thinks he probably does – nothing gets past him.  He can be very observant when he wants to be, and as Ludwig leads her to the bed, he proves it when he murmurs, “One month is a long time, isn’t it liebling?”
Adriana hums in agreement, but doesn’t get the chance to say anything.  He’s gesturing to the bed and she decides that she likes to listen to his orders much more anyhow.
“Get on,” he tells her, nodding to the mattress.  She scrambles to obey, knowing that the faster she does, the more willing he’ll be to reward her.  She should’ve known it wouldn’t be so easy.
She curls herself onto her knees and blinks up at him, but he doesn’t make a move to follow her.  Instead, Ludwig merely starts to loosen the buttons of his dress shirt, slowly revealing more and more of his toned chest.  She’d like to help, but the moment her hands reach for him, he steps back with a raised eyebrow and says in a scolding, authoritative voice, “Patience, liebling.”
She’s not sure what’s hotter – him using that voice on her, or the way he pulls off his shirt without breaking eye contact.  Still, she withdraws, mouth set in a pout that only gets more desperate as he starts to slide out of his jeans.
“Now,” he says after he’s standing in only his briefs, “I want you to lie down.  And shut your eyes.”  The little addition makes her mouth water despite it being a travesty.  She wants to see him. 
But she also knows that when he’s got that look in his eye, it’s usually better to just obey.  She knows he’ll make it worth her while, and she doesn’t feel like fighting him tonight.  It’s been too long and her body is betraying her at every turn, so Audrey just sighs and scoots back towards the pillows to lay down for him.
She closes her eyes dutifully but can’t help but peek through them in her curiosity.  When he doesn’t immediately join her on the bed, she knows exactly what he’s planning.  She peers at him as he walks to their closet and riffles around for a moment or two.  When he straightens his back and turns toward her, she jolts in surprise as his eyes lock with hers.
He doesn’t look very surprised.  With a snort, Ludwig drawls, “I thought I told you to close your eyes.  You’re ruining my surprise for you, liebling.”
Adriana gives him a half hearted smile.  He turns back to the closet to grab one last thing before strolling back to her side.  To her chagrin, he keeps his ‘surprise’ behind his back and doesn’t let her see.
“What am I going to do with you?” he murmurs, shifting one knee on the bed.  The mattress sinks down to accommodate him. 
“First you fight me in the kitchen, and now you’re blatantly disobeying orders,” he muses with a sigh.  The corner of his mouth slips up just a tiny bit, betraying him, but by now Adriana knows better than to call him out on it. 
She pouts up at him and says, “I’m very sorry, sir.”
She might twist her body at little, upper back arching, breasts shifting – she doesn’t necessarily do it on purpose, of course.  Or at least that’s what she’d tell Ludwig if he asked.  As it is, he appears to be a little distracted as his eyes drag down to watch her.  He seems to stiffen, shoulders back and gaze hard, and when he looks back at her face, he lets out a growl and edges closer.
He throws her legs around his waist, anchors himself between her thighs, and murmurs, “You seem to want punishment tonight.  Would you beg for it, I wonder?”
His hands fan out over her thighs, fingers press between the conjuncture of her pelvis, caress her hipbones, slide up her abdomen.  Adriana doesn’t answer him.  She isn’t sure she even can, not when he’s so close.  The only thing that shatters her desire is the fact that he’s still wearing his briefs.  Still, even that is easily rectified, though she realizes a moment later that she will not be the one to do said rectifying anytime soon.
Handcuffs.  She should’ve known.  They are his go-to tool whenever he’s feeling in the mood.  Adriana’s eyes widen the moment they’re revealed, but she doesn’t stop him from dragging her wrists up to the metal headboard and securing them there.
His hips surge forward as he does, grinding against hers as he binds her wrists together and locks them above her.  Adriana’s quite sure he does that on purpose – there’s a certain gleam in his eye as he smirks down at her.  Her eyelids flutter at the movement of his hips, and it’s during this mindless distraction that Ludwig brings out his other tool.
She feels the silk before she sees it, but when she does open her eyes it’s too late  He’s already tying the blindfold around her head and tugging at the knot to make sure it won’t loosen. 
“Ludwig?” she murmurs, twisting her head to see if any light shows through the fabric.  But she knows it won’t.  This isn’t the first time she’s worn this.  She feels safe despite her position – they’ve done this too many times before for her to feel any differently.
Still, the surprised excitement rises up within her, strengthening when she feels his hand slide down her body from her collar to her naval.
“I told you to keep your eyes closed,” he reminds her in a low, erotic voice.  “This is just for extra security.”
She whimpers when his thumbs brush against her clit for half a second before darting away completely.  He seems fully intent on making use of her new predicament. 
And what a strangely erotic one it is.  With her eyesight gone, Adriana feels hypersensitive to everything else.  Her skin burns when he comes into contact with it.  Her seems to pick up on every sound she hadn’t before – the crease of the sheets beneath her, shifting as their bodies move; Ludwig’s low breathing; her own breathless pants – it invades her ears like a riotous symphony of unperturbed sound that makes her quake where she lays.
That’s not the only thing that makes her quake.  She moans in surprised delight when she feels his mouth lower itself to her breast, tongue circling her nipple teasingly before he laps more energetically at her.  His fingers shift against her, dragging her hips abruptly against his and molding them together.  She gasps tightly at the move, because somewhere between putting the blindfold on and touching her like this, he seems to have removed the last piece of clothing separating them.  When her lower half connects to his, she feels his erection press against her clit in the most arousing way imaginable.
“Ludwig,” she moans, twisting into the sheets, hips bucking into his shamelessly.  His teeth gently sink down around her nipples and she keens, jerking her wrists against their binds in her desire to hold him.  But she can’t move; he’s got her pinned to the bed in more ways than one.  When he holds her hips down firmly, she nearly cries.
“Please,” she begs, closing her eyes beneath the blindfold.  She’s never been a particularly patient person, and this is torture.  The events in the kitchen have already made her desperate.  She can’t take much more teasing.
“Please Ludwig,” she gasps, writhing into him when his hips smoothly thrust against her.  His cock brushes over her clit, spearing open her folds, but it isn’t how she wants him.  He’s not inside her, and she doesn’t care if he’d been planning on dragging this out longer.  She’s been gone too long for this.
“Please please pl – mmmmmm,” she moans, a long drawn out sound that she never even knew she could make.  But Ludwig seems to have taken her pleas into consideration, because she can suddenly feel the tip of his cock breaching her entrance.
He chuckles lowly, darkly.  “How could I say no to those pretty words?” he asks, twisting her nipple teasingly even as he holds her hips down.  She isn’t against bucking up into him and taking him further – and he knows it.  She’s rushing him a little, but he’s the one setting the pace.
She moans again when he pulls out and pushes back in, just barely taking her.
“You look so perfect right now,” he tells her slowly, brushing his fingers against her hipbone.  “You’ve got no idea what you even do to me, do you liebling?”
There’s something in his voice, something that makes her moan again.  It’s aroused but gentle, loving somehow.  She can’t deny that it makes her skin burn as if she’s on fire, and she is at once breathless in a way she hadn’t been before.  She wants him so much, it hurts.
“Please Ludwig,” she whispers once more, body tilting into an arch that makes his throat tight.  His breath hitches as he watches her, rock hard even as he sits at her entrance, half inside her.  He probably thinks this every time he’s about to take her, but he’s never wanted to fuck her more than he does right now.
“So polite,” he murmurs, sounding raw and hoarse.  If she picks up on it, she doesn’t say.  Adriana’s vocabulary seems to have diminished down to one single word at the moment.  A word that happens to make Ludwig so aroused he can barely even breathe.
How can he say no to her when she’s like this?  It’s an impossibility he can’t even consider.
“You remember your word?” he asks, leaning down and brushing a finger down her cheek. 
She turns to the touch and whispers, “Yes.”
Ludwig fights back a smile at the impatience in her tone.  Since she’s so eager, he decides not to warn her.  When he suddenly starts pressing himself inside her, Adriana whines loudly and moves to shift her hips again, but Ludwig tsks in her ear, grappling her ass and pulling her nearly sideways as he enters her with one fluid stroke.
“Oh God!” she cries out, burning against him.  It’s so intensely glorious, having his body right there, close enough to touch – and yet not being able to.  She feels him everywhere.  They’re practically chest to chest.  He’s filling her so perfectly that she wants to scream.  Especially when he forcefully drags her hips against him to meet his thrusts.
The angle of it, the determined intent behind his every movement…well, she can’t be blamed for the way her voice rises and creases with moans.  She’s not usually so loud, but she doesn’t remember ever being so turned on, either.  She doesn’t even try to keep her voice down.  At this point, she doubts she’d be able to.
Besides, Ludwig seems perfectly fine with it, if the muffled German he’s muttering against her neck is any indication.  She can’t pick out the words in her state but she knows it’s hot as hell.  She wishes she could see him properly – he rarely lets himself go to such an extent.  The longing must’ve been bad for him, too, because the sheer relief in his voice is enough to make her crazy.
He kisses her neck, moves his lips to her ear, groans a deep, delirious moan that nearly sends her tumbling right into her orgasm.  His thrusts turn equally as deep, like he’s drinking her in, absorbing her into himself.  He’s so hot and hard and perfect inside her that Adriana whimpers and tilts her head back, arching her body gracefully against his.  She hears him curse solidly and starts to move faster, pulling himself up onto his elbows.
His hands flutter down her legs and suddenly he’s pushing her thighs against her stomach, bearing his weight upon her as his thrusts turn frantic.  The new angle gives him deeper access to her and its at once heavenly – utterly amazing – and she nearly sobs as she feels him overtake her.
“Ludwig!” she cries, and for a moment she’s extremely thankful to have the blindfold because she can feel tears collect at the corners of her eyes.  She’s not in pain; she’s merely so relieved that they’re finally together again and can still have this despite the time spent apart.  She never has to leave him again.  The thought is sweeter than anything in this moment and she smiles.
It’s that smile that sends him over the edge.  He’s not entirely sure why she’s grinning, but he does know that it looks enchanting on her face.  There’s something about her smile that’s always captivated him, and when he sees the happiness shine through it, Ludwig exhales sharply and groans.
He doesn’t bother warning her.  Instead, he just presses his thumb to her clit and starts brushing firm circles against her.  Watching her reaction to his touch is so arousing that he can’t halt the sudden tide of his orgasm as it sweeps through him.
Luckily, she’s not far behind. 
“Oh God,” she sobs, bucking her hips up to feel more, always more.  Her body arches again into that elegant tilt and it’s so beautiful that Ludwig can’t look away.  She throws her head back, exposing her long, pale neck.  She doesn’t refuse the firm insistence of his touch, especially not when she hears him groan and start ramming into her faster, harder – a telltale sign of his end.
“Come for me, liebling,” he tells her, voice ground up into shards of smoky desire.  It sounds so erotic, matches the perfection of his thrusts, the arousing atmosphere of their bedroom, that Adriana can do nothing but obey.
“Oh yes!  Fuck!  Ludwig!” she cries, sounding hoarse but so eager, so relieved.  Her hips buck furiously into his, tilting down to meet him with a ferocity that hadn’t been there before.  And he meets her, filling her so perfectly that she could cry.  Actually, she does cry.  She feels the tears soak into the blindfold and doesn’t try to stop them.
He spills into her almost suddenly, as if he can’t hold himself back a moment longer despite all his efforts.  Her orgasm sweeps through her only seconds after, made all the better from the way she feels him filling her up.  And then Ludwig is leaning down, stroking into her long and deep, dragging their orgasms out in the best way possible as he gathers her up in his arms.
Now, more than ever, she wishes she could hold him.  Fortunately, she gets that wish soon after.
They lay together for a few peaceful minutes, both too tired to move quite yet.  He lays his head on her chest and heaves out a deep sigh, fingers tracing her skin in an almost idle manner. 
It’s only when Adriana murmurs, “Untie me?” that he seems to remember her current predicament.
With a soft swear, he pulls himself up and hurries to unknot the silk ties around her wrists.  When he eases the blindfold over her forehead and sees the watery gaze that blinks back at him, he freezes.
For a moment, he’s horrified he did something to hurt her.  Adriana has never been comfortable speaking her mind entirely.  For the first couple years into their dating, he’d had to force her opinions out of her.  But then they’d gotten married, and by then she had dropped that shyness around him.  It is easier, now, for her to speak her mind, for her to tell him if she’s okay with his slightly kinkier bedroom plans.
His face creases into a frown.  Hands flutter down her body, suddenly intent on finding every hurt, every pain.  Those watery eyes make his heart stop.
“Ludwig,” Adriana murmurs, laughing a little.  It’s a breathless, beautiful sound, but he can’t bring himself to enjoy it.
“You’re crying,” he says, point blank.  “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head, but it brings little comfort.
“It’s just…I’m so relieved that we’re together again,” she whispers, almost as if she thinks that admitting something so intimate will make him laugh at her.  Her eyes dart away.  “You didn’t hurt me.  I’m only so happy.”
Her voice breaks a bit on the last word, and Ludwig can’t stop the smile from overtaking his face.  He should’ve known.  Adriana is a very emotional person, but she tries to hide all that away whenever possible.  It’s one of the things he loves about her.
He chuckles, relieved, and returns to her arms.  As they settle back down together, he leans up to brush the corner of her eye and murmurs, “I’m happy too.”
She tries to fight back a grin, but she fails.  He chuckles against and lowers his mouth to hers, kissing her solidly as he wraps her up into his embrace.
He loses track of how many times they make love that night.  All he knows is that as dawn approaches and they finally close their eyes, he suspects they transcended happiness and are well on their way to euphoria.



[1] liebling … love

Thursday, October 6, 2016

A Steve Rogers Lemon -- I'll Be Seeing You

Character: Steve Rogers

Fandom: The Avengers

OC: [Name]

Inspiration: Sexting at work pft.  Enjoy~

The first one comes at two o’clock.  Steve is walking down the hallway with Bucky in tow, both sweaty from their workout in the training facility.  Lunch is at the forefront of their minds and they are throwing suggestions back and forth as they amble up to their rooms.  Showers are a definite necessity.
When the soft ping of an incoming text rings through the hall, Steve pulls his phone out and glances down at the screen.  The 21st century still confuses the hell out of him, sometimes, but he has at least some technological proficiency, and when he sees who has texted him he stops walking.  [Name] never texts him in the middle of the afternoon.
Bucky glances over at him with a raised eyebrow.  “What is it?” he asks, hands in his pockets as he watches his friend.
Steve purses his mouth, “It’s from [Name].  I’ll look at it later.”
Conversations with his fairly long term girlfriend (a year is apparently considered long term in this century) usually last a while.  She likes to tell him what she’s up to at the hospital where she works, and he likes to hear her stories.  It’s surprising, how much drama a hospital setting can incur.
Bucky gives him an almost cringing look, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?  Dames don’t like being ignored.”
Steve laughs.  So much has changed, in the world and between them, and yet here they are.  Bucky’s still giving him relationship advice and Steve is still treading with so much uncertainty around dating.
“Women aren’t the same as they used to be, Buck,” he says.
Bucky just smirks and rolls his eyes, “The women didn’t change, Steve; they just got empowered.”
They don’t say anything more on the subject though, and when Steve returns to his suite he tosses his phone on the bed and goes for a shower, almost forgetting about the unopened text entirely.  But by the time he comes out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and steam billowing behind him, Bucky’s words come back to bite him in the ass.
He sits on the edge of the bed and glances at his phone, only to see that there are two more texts.  A jolt of worry suddenly hits him at that – perhaps he should have opened the original one the moment he got it instead of taking his shower first.  What if something’s happened at the hospital and [Name] needs him? 
He grabs his phone and opens the texts without a second thought…only to start coughing the moment they load.
He hadn’t been expecting this.
Stockinged legs stretch out on the screen.  Her ankles are crossed and vibrant red heels are on display.  There’s so much leg that Steve feels his face redden as he stares.  If she’d taken the picture any higher…
“Oh God,” he mumbles, and looks at the message beneath the picture.
‘I forgot to tell you I have the day off.  Fancy stopping by for some lunch?’
He knows enough about [Name] by now to know that her current definition of ‘lunch’ doesn’t involve eating food.
He scrolls down to her next text message, which reads, ‘Playing hard to get?  ;)’
And, apparently not appreciating his accidental silence, the next text is a bit more impatient: ‘I can play hard to get too…’ 
There’s another picture attached to the message that makes Steve stare, his heart fluttering wildly in his chest.  This time it’s not her legs, but her upper torso.  She’s wearing a robe – the thin black one that he remembers her wearing several times before.  A lacy black bra is peeking out from the fabric, which she’s holding against her chest with a surprised expression, as if he’s trying to wrestle it off of her and she’s defending her dignity.
…Is this really a thing now?  Sending racy pictures like this?  He vaguely remembers Tony telling him about all the inappropriate things one can find on the internet these days, but he hadn’t expected it to extend to something like this.  What if someone else were to see these?  It’s extremely improper.
Yet the rest of his body doesn’t seem to care.  He really should have held off on taking that shower.
Slightly afraid of having her send him another picture (only slightly), Steve hurries to type in a response to her.
‘I’m a little busy right now, [Name].’
He sends it without thinking it through, and immediately regrets it.  It’s too harsh.  He hurries to add, ‘But I can stop by in a few hours if you’d like.’
He sends that one too and then wonders if it sounds too eager.  He has no idea what he wants from her at this point.  Does he want more pictures, or does he want her to stop?  Steve scrubs a hand over his face with sighs.  He doesn’t even have that much experience with dating 20th century style, let alone dealing with all this.  He’s so far out of his comfort zone that he forgets what his comfort zone even looks like.
He stands up to get dressed but doesn’t get very far when [Name] texts him back.  Turning back to his phone, Steve clears his throat and opens the message.  This time, he’s a little more prepared for what’s to come.  (But only a little, and he still starts coughing and blushing because this is so new to him and it’s doing things to his body that he doesn’t want to admit - )
‘Oh, am I making you uncomfortable?  Is this a good enough apology?’  And beneath the text is another picture, this one worse than the last.
She’s lying in bed, hair strewn out as if she’s just fallen down.  Her robe has shifted and is now splayed open to show off the majority of her bra, which looks like it’s been pulled down a fraction because her breasts are very nearly on display.  He can just make out the shape of her nipples through the lace and swallows tightly when he sees how hard they are, as if she’s been playing with them…
That’s not the only thing that’s hard.  A rush of heat catches him off guard as he stares at the picture, spiraling through his body with the dull burn of arousal.  The audacity of that woman!  He has work to do and now all he can think about is joining her on that bed and giving those breasts the attention they deserve.
With a blush, Steve flings the phone down without answering.  He needs to distract himself before he gets a hard-on and people start wondering where he is.  He gets dressed in record time, not wanting to fall to the temptation of returning to the bathroom for another quick, cold shower.  He doesn’t have time for that and besides, Bucky’s probably waiting for him.
He puts his phone in his pocket and steps out into the hall, trying not to linger on the sight of [Name] on that bed, looking up at the camera with that sultry, come-hither expression.
Bucky is waiting for him, and as Steve approaches he gives him a look.  “What took you so long?  Got chewed out by [Name]?”
Steve pauses, then chuckles.  In a manner of speaking, he did.  “Yeah, actually.”
Bucky sends him an I-told-you-so look and they amble down to the kitchen for that lunch.  They’re in the middle of making sandwiches when Steve’s phone goes off again.
He ignores it.  He’s not going to open that text up in front of Bucky.  But ignoring it has consequences because after a few minutes, he gets another one.  And another one.
Bucky looks a little suspicious, and he’s not the only one.  Tony, who’s waltzed into the kitchen a few moments after them, is staring at Steve with a curious look on his face.  That expression never bodes well.
It’s the usual lunch hour and the kitchen starts filling up as Natasha makes an appearance, followed by Bruce.  Clint is nowhere to be seen – small favors, really.
“So, Cap,” Tony drawls as another soft ping goes off.  “Your girl seems to be blowing up your phone.  Aren’t you gonna answer her?”
Steve sends him a glowering look and bites into his sandwich with vigor.
Tony smirks.  “There are only two reasons why a woman sends texts like that.  Either she’s furious, or she’s sending you dirty pictures.”
Steve immediately starts choking and Tony looks extremely triumphant.  Everyone else just looks vaguely intrigued – but not overly so.  Whether it’s because they’ve also gotten to know [Name] and aren’t surprised by her antics, or because it’s just a normal happening in this strange new century, Steve isn’t sure.  Bucky is the only one who looks taken aback.
“[Name] is sending you dirty pictures?” he asks, sounding slightly incredulous.  There’s an amused gleam in his eye though.  Probably due in part to the way his friend is going beet red.
“I’m not answering that,” Steve says staunchly.  He isn’t going to say a word about it.  It’s his business, not theirs.  He doesn’t kiss and tell. 
Bucky laughs.  Tony just sends Steve a shit-eating grin as another soft pinging sound alerts the room to an incoming text.
“Damn it,” he mutters in a rare display of language, and whips out his phone.  Everyone gravitates towards it so he stands up and sends them a glower.
“Don’t be like that, Gramps.  We all wanna see,” Tony says with a smirk. 
Steve sighs and mutters “I’m leaving.”
Tony laughs as he walks to the door.  “Enjoy your cold shower!”
The door slams shut behind him and Natasha rolls her eyes.
Meanwhile Steve is scrolling through the new texts with a growing wariness that comes entirely from the fact that every picture he sees shows less and less clothing.  As well as an increased amount of teasing and impatience for his silence.
‘I know you’re not that busy today.  You should be happy I’m such a good girlfriend.’
‘Oh and btw, these stockings are surprisingly comfortable by themselves.’
‘I’m also extremely horny now.  Should I wait for you or not?’
Steve stops walking when he reads that last one.  His pants suddenly feel incredibly tight.
“Shit,” he mutters, and scrolls down further to look at the latest picture.
This time there’s no robe.  One bra strap is falling down.  She’s still lying on the bed but the way she’s angled her phone showcases her arm, which is suspiciously trailing down her stomach.  He can only imagine where those fingers are right now and it’s making him feel slightly insane.
He still has several things to do today but that last picture makes his mind up for him.  He turns on his heel and all but jogs to the elevators, intent on reaching the garage as soon as possible.  The doors have just closed when yet another text comes through, and Steve grits his teeth as he opens it.  This time the message isn’t quite as amicable.
‘If you don’t respond, I’m going to send Tony something.’
He stares at it for one long second before frantically pulling up the keyboard and typing, ‘I’m leaving now and don’t you dare.’
She doesn’t respond and he decides to take it as a good thing.  As he gets into his car and pulls out of the garage, all he can think about is her touching herself as she waits for him.  He can’t get that last picture out of his head – the sight of her face, the melted expression and the parted lips…
He very nearly swears again when he misses the green light.
[Name] doesn’t live that far away from the Tower, but New York City traffic is abominable no matter what hour it is.  What normally takes fifteen minutes drags into twenty when a taxi cab cuts him off and he ends up having to stop for a group of pedestrians.  He’s practically steaming by the time he pulls into [Name]’s apartment complex and is thinking more about aggravating drivers than he is about her…until he enters the building and realizes that he’d gotten another text while he was driving.
He hadn’t noticed – he doesn’t look at his phone in the car.  He read a study a few months ago about how many deaths per year happen just because of innocent little text messages but – God, what is he even thinking right now?  He all but barges into the lobby and pulls open the text.
Then nearly trips over his own feet when he sees the message.
‘I’m almost there, hurry up and finish me off’, accompanied with the raciest picture yet.
This time the camera is angled downward, showing everything from the waist down.  The stockings are gone and her knees are up and parted.  He can see her hand at the apex of her thighs, and even though it’s covering everything it doesn’t matter.  His cock twitches to life and he barely manages to pull himself up the stairs.
He’s half hard by the time he reaches her door, and panting just a little because he decided against taking the elevator and he took the stairs two at a time.  It’s a good thing he’s in great shape because she lives on the seventh floor.  It’s also a good thing he knows her pass code by heart.
The door is slamming open within seconds and he’s barging into her room.
She lets out a surprised yelp when he makes his sudden and very forceful appearance at her bedroom door, but Steve can’t be bothered to apologize for catching her off guard.  If anyone’s been shell shocked, it’s him, and he’s more than ready to return the favor. 
[Name] looks up at him with wide eyes.  She’s right where she’d been in that last picture, one hand between her legs, panties nowhere in sight, and bra hanging off her frame.  She makes a pretty picture and he’d like to stop and admire her a moment, but to be honest, the thought of gawking at her doesn’t align with the desires that are currently tenting his pants up.
The determined look on his face reminds her of his expressions when he’s out on the field saving the country.  His jaw is clenched as if he’s holding back a wave of pain and his entire body looked tense and unyielding.  Perhaps that’s why, when he suddenly rocks forward to reach the bed, [Name] squeals and pushes away.
He doesn’t let her get very far.  Hooking his hands around her thighs, Steve drags her hips to the very edge of the mattress and kneels in front of her, wasting absolutely no time at all as he throws her legs over his shoulders and gets to work on her cunt.
And then he’s abruptly licking at her, fingers spreading her folds, daring his tongue over every inch of her very wet clit as [Name] drowns on the bed and moans his name.
“Steve – you’re acting a little – mmmph!” her back arches when she feels his finger thrust inside her with no warning.
What had she been trying to say?  She can’t remember.
He drags one of her folds into his mouth and scrapes his teeth over it, twists his finger inside her to rub against her sensitive inner walls, and growls, “There’s absolutely no way I’ll be able to take this slow, [Name], so you’d better be ready for me.”
She gapes at him and opens her mouth to complain (just for the fun of it, really; she utterly melts at those words - ), but when he suddenly adds another finger and starts lapping at the top of her clit with abandon, the only sound she can give is a long, drawn out moan that goes right to his cock.
“Fuck!” she hisses, throwing her head back and her breasts up.  She tries to rock her hips downward but Steve catches them at the last moment and all but slams her back to the bed.
If she’d known that this would be his reaction to sexting, she’d have damn well done it a long time ago.
“I’m gonna come – Steve!  STEVE!” she yells, nearly sobbing.  He doesn’t let up even for a moment.  If anything, he seems to go faster, thrusting his fingers harder and lapping more furiously as she bucks into his mouth.  Her orgasm shoots through her so recklessly that she forgets her own name.  She only knows one name and it becomes a repeated mantra as he devours her.
“Steve, Stevestevesteve – “
And then he’s standing up, pushing her hips down, reaching for his shirt.  She watches him with her mouth hanging open, completely unable to so much as move as he tears the shirt away and jerks his pants down.  His cock springs up into the air, hard and gleaming with precum and Jesus Christ she thinks she might come again just from the sight he makes as he props one knee onto the mattress.
His hands slide up her body.  Fingers make quick and almost ferocious work of her bra, all but tearing it from her chest.  He flings it over his shoulder with a glint in his eye that makes her shiver likecrazy and grapples with her legs.  A moment later, he’s hooking them around his waist and she feels his hard length sliding over her cunt and it feels so good that she moans again and arches into him.
“Fuck,” she whispers, staring up at him through blurry bedroom eyes.  Her voice is just as blurry, as if she’s at the bottom of the ocean and the world around her is a watery, quilted mess. 
“You must’ve really liked those pictures – fuck!” she moans, her words abruptly cut off when he lines himself up and pushes into her without a moment’s hesitation.  Fuckfuckfuck-
“Oh God yes!” she cries as he starts a fast pace, bucking into her so deeply that she can feel him hitting her womb.  He’s stretching her inner walls and feels so big inside her after her self-inflicted sexual frustrations that she really can’t help the way she reaches for him and starts rutting against him like a fucking wild animal.
Or should she say a wild fucking animal?  Or a – “Shit,” she sobs, because Steve is suddenly thrusting so quickly and deeply that she can’t even remember what she’d been thinking about before.
She can only think of him and the way he’s filling her up so perfectly and making her already sensitive flesh throb with the beginnings of another orgasm.
“I loved those pictures,” Steve suddenly growls into her ear, leaning forward and laying himself over her body.  He hooks his hands around her shoulders to hold her in place and pistons into her, using his momentum to fuck her – and what a good job he’s doing.  She’s never been fucked so thoroughly before, especially not by a super-human soldier who’s got more muscles than is evolutionarily fair.
Her fingers sink into his back, scratching at him like a wild cat, tossing her head back as he buries his face into her hair and nips at the top of her ear.
“Did you like…mm, sending them to me?” he asks.  He sounds only a little breathless.  Mostly his voice is just determined and tight, strained in a way that tells her how close he is to filling her up in more ways than he is currently doing.
[Name] moans loudly and cries, “Yes!  Yes, fuck yes, Steve!”
It had aroused her more than she’d like to admit, sending him all those pictures and dirty messages.  Just imaging his shocked and reluctantly pleased reaction to them had made her ridiculously horny.  But his actual reaction is so much better than any she had come up with in her mind.  This – the crazy, raw way he’s taking her right now easily surpasses any of her smutty little fantasies of him.  (And she’s got quite a lot of them.)
He groans, “Tell me how much you like me inside you.  Fucking you like this.  Tell me, [Name].”
Her eyes widen, fingers sinking further into his skin as she listens to his out-of-character dirty talk.  In all their previous encounters, he’s never said such dirty things to her.  She can only imagine that she’s unlocked some crazed, unheroic part of him today.  She decides that she quite likes it.
She likes it so much that she whimpers into his ear and obeys his every command as she moans, “I love it, love – mmm!  Love you inside me, love you fucking me – don’t stopdon’tstopdon’tstop-“
“Fuck, [Name],” he groans, thrusting hard inside her as her words force his orgasm to the surface.  He’s been holding back as long as he could but the sound of those pretty pleas leave his control in shambles.  He’s going to come.  He knows it can can’t possibly stop himself from tumbling forward on the mattress and practically tearing his hips into hers as he tilts over the edge.
“Steve!” she cries, eyes watering.  His pace is even more erratic, as is the look in his eyes as he bolts forward and comes.
She watches him through half lidded eyes and jerks in surprised arousal when she feels his fingers brushing firmly over her clit, wanting her to fall with him.  That little move of his does quick work on her and she’s soon bucking her hips just as furiously as her orgasm rushes through her.  His name fills her small bedroom, increasing in volume at every thrust, until she feels the heat of his finish fill her up.
He keeps thrusting, dragging her orgasm out just as perfectly as he did his own.  He watches her come with a hard gasp, choking on his name in the prettiest way as her eyes turn foggy and clouded.  And then he leans down to deposit and thorough kiss on her mouth, cock still inside her as he enjoys the way her inner walls spasm around his length.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” [Name] whispers against his lips.  Her eyes are starry and full of wonder when he opens his own and looks down at her.  A boyish smile flits over his face.
“Language,” he murmurs jokingly, and kisses her cheek before laying down beside her.  A moment later, Steve is dragging her body firmly against his, their legs halfway off the bed as they stare up at the ceiling in languid post-‘best-sex-ever’ bliss.
She grins and glances at him.  “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever had,” she says with a smirk.  He raises his eyebrows and gives a surprised laugh.
“Thanks?” he questions, not entirely sure what to say to such a compliment.  She wiggles her eyebrows at him and he laughs again, leaning over to kiss her.  His mouth is softer this time, gentler in a way it hadn’t been before, and she moans again. 
“Tell me you don’t have to go back to the Tower,” she pleads, nipping his bottom lip as her hands tumble up his gloriously bare torso.  She’d love to spend some time licking every muscle, biting and nipping at every inch of his skin.  If he leaves her now after that amazing sex, she thinks she might actually cry in frustration.
Steve is usually very strict with himself, but today is apparently an exception.  Before she’s even finished with her question, he’s flipping her back over and kissing down her neck, hands sliding over her body.  Against her skin, he growls, “I’m sure I can take one afternoon off in favor of giving my best girl some attention.”
[Name] moans and slips her fingers into his hair.
“Thank God,” she whispers, and grins giddily.  “I should send you dirty pictures every day.”
He chuckles, “If you do that, I’ll never get any work done.”
He licks at her breast and she breathes, “Mmm…exactly…”
Steve sends her a serious expression, but she can see the amusement that colors his eyes.  With a raised eyebrow, she pushes his head back to her breast in a silent demand.  He doesn’t complain as he starts kissing over her skin.
As he does, [Name] murmurs, “You know, proper etiquette dictates that you should’ve sent one of those dirty pictures back.”  She almost laughs out loud when his expression morphs into affronted incredulity.
“Send one back?” he repeats, lifting his head up to stare at her.
“Mmm…there’s still so much I have left to teach you,” she whispers and leans up to kiss his jaw.  The scrape of his stubble feels wonderful against her lips.
He gives her another look and grumbles at her before rolling forward to tickle her.  She squeals loudly and tries to bat his hands away, but he’s got that determined look on his face and she knows it’s a lost cause. 
…Which is probably just as well, because when his tickling turns into languid kisses and then into heady touches, she decides that lost causes are always the best anyhow.