#Jenkins x reader

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: swearing, spoilers for the librarians

Jenkins and I moved around the improvised dance floor in the middle of annex. Flynn was twirling Eve around and Jake was trying to convince Cassandra to dance with him. Ezekiel laughed into his shoulder the whole time. I smiled at the scene around me.

“penny for your thoughts?” Jenkins asked, drawing my attention back to him. He looked at me fondly as he gently led me through a spin.

“just thinking how lucky I am.” I responded when I had been pulled back into his chest. “To have friends like this. A boyfriend like you.” I leaned in to kiss him and Jenkins hummed.

“I think we’d argue we’re the lucky ones.” He shot back. I smiled at him and gently pried my hand from his only to wrap my arms around his neck. Jenkins smiled as his hands settled at the small of my back. “I know I am.”

“Let’s agree to disagree.” I laughed. “My knight in shining polyester.” Jenkins smiled at me, trying to hide the slight waver in it.

“do you know who I am?” He whispered as he pulled me closer, resting his cheek against mine. I nodded subtly, eyes scanning the room to see if anyone was paying attention to our conversation.

“Galahad.” I whispered back. “I figured it out when Eve described watching you sword fight against dulaque.” Jenkins tensed slightly.

“she doesn’t know I remember that.” He whispered back. I nodded and tangled my fingers in his hair. “Does anyone else know?”

“I doubt it.” I responded. Jenkins let me pull back to look at him. “I understand why you want to hide it. So consider it a birthday gift to me. The knowledge of your secret.” Jenkins nodded.

“I trust you not to tell anyone.” He said softly. “In fact you’re the only one I trust with that secret.” I smiled at him.

“I’m honored.” Jenkins smiled with a small shake of his head. “My knight in shining armor.”

“I’m far from the knight I once was.” He said as he drew me back to him. “The round table is buried so far in my past that you would need an archeology degree to find it.”

“well I always did wonder how the holy grail ended up in the library.” I teased. Jenkins huffed and I could practically feel him roll his eyes. “You’ll have to tell me about that sometime. Until then,” I pulled back to kiss him. “You just keep protecting us the way you do, brave knight.” Jenkins blushed slightly and pulled me in for a kiss.

“happy birthday my love.” He whispered. “I’ll give you your present later.”

“I love forward to it.” I responded with a smile and a wink.

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Hi!!! I saw that you write for Howls and I was wondering if we could get some hcs in how his so cares for him? Whether that be after a tough day physically or mentally or silly pampering him. How does Howl want and receive his comfort?

Preen

note: sort of went on an unofficial hiatus lol, but im finally on holiday yippee :)))) anyway i'm sure I've done this sort of request or smth before but I just love howl so much, he deserves all the love mwah <3

Warnings: nthn, just clingy howl and lots of sickening fluff.:3

Howl Pendragon x reader

It feels like the exhaustion is trying to imbed itself within his bones.

Howl struggles past the front door, His feet dragging as the castle door close with a resounding ding! signaling a new and hopefully much more calming scenery outside. He can't think of that now though.

bed, sleep, rest..now...

he could topple over at any moment.

The aroma of hot savory onion soup overtook his senses, he could almost feel the heady warmth of the liquid down his throat, burning away the worries and hardships of the day leaving him sated and drowsy. He could barely wait.

"Oh no you don't." Suddenly, soup didn't seem all that important.

Nimble fingers slip past his shoulders, pushing away his coat and fussing with its buttons. Howl's eyes landed on you blearily as he called out your name dreamily while reaching for you, his fingers smoothing out over any exposed skin he could reach and nuzzling into your blushing neck.

"Missed you." He mumbles quietly, his breath tickling you slightly. He pulled you in tighter as if trying to carve himself into you, trying to mold your bodies and souls into one. Too bad your offending apron and clothes prevented him.

"Poor baby." You coo as you brush through his hair, fingers carding through messily strewn strands and pressing into worn out muscles. "Okay time for a bath, then dinner."

"Nooo diner-"

"No, c'mere." You grinned with an air of finality, ushering him up the stairs ensuring he doesn't try flopping onto the cushy sofas in front of a grumbling calcifer, you're too used to his tricks and it comforts him to fall into your familiar routine. You sneak some more wood to the fire demon, a silent promise from his side to keep the thick onion soup bubbling and the bathtub upstairs equally toasty.

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Howl's staring into the soapy water, helplessly letting you wash his hair and scrub the grime off his skin, occasionally he plays with your free hand. you're both so very naked, so very vulnerable yet peacefully cleaning and gently caring for each other. A silly smile overtakes his lips as he remembers his flirtatious attempt for more...unorthodox intentions while you rolled your eyes and cheekily pushed him into the tub.

It should feel like a snug fit in the tub but magic has its perks and you're both settled into a pool of bubbles that would comfortably fit around three to four people. Howl shivers once more while you splashed water onto his richly dark hair. It hung limply over his eyes as you rubbed his back and pressed deliciously into his taught tendons, it took everything in him to not wantonly moan into your ear so he only let soft ragged breaths escape him as he gripped at your palms where you were sat behind him.

He could feel your smirk. You truly were his undoing.

Just as howl was about to let his eyes fall close and sleep to overtake him you pushed at his shoulders and complained loudly.

"Bath time is over you big oaf, get off i cant breath!"

Howl immediately saw his opening to tease you.

"I don’t know” He airly replied, slumping further into you while pretending to sleep and become dead-weight on top of your struggling form “It’s so comfortable here, I could just rest for a while~”

“Howl.” You warned.

“You wouldn’t mind right?”

You tugged at his hair with slight harshness

“Ouch!”

“Out! You’re clean. Now stop pouting.”

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Finally in fresh night-clothes, bellies full of soup and crunchy buttery toast, you're longing for sleep but the need to be in each others presence is stronger so you move to the living room in front of calcifer's hearth as he grumbles away about how much work he does around the castle. Howl shushes him with more firewood while you tuck little Markle to bed, before returning to cuddle up on the loveseat with a blanket wrapped round to stay cozy.

Eventually you find yourself preening through Howl's nearly-dry hair again whilst he settles his head against your chest and the rest of his body lays between your open thighs with his back facing you. All is quiet for a moment, only calcifer's crackling and your calming breaths fill the room as you rub at his scalp and untangle stray locks when a thought strikes you.

"Howl, dear."

"Hmm?" He hums tiredly letting one eye open.

"You know, you're a lot like a bird." You put a finger over his lips before he starts scowling about his more beastly raven-like form " In the sense that you always like your hair played with, a lot like how birds like their feathers preened. Especially by their bird partner."

You smiled down at him openly, he couldn't help but smile back.

"Oh? So that makes you my bird partner now, doesn't it?" He had one eyebrow raised while peeking up at you.

"Of course." You grinned, playing along.

"We'd make wonderful Swans then." He said with a serious expression.

"Why is that?" You blinked curiously, wondering why he was reaching closer for your face.

"Because they mate for life.''

and he followed his silent promise with a deep kiss.

BONUS:

“You know, I think you’d make for a wonderful peacock instead. Show off.” You muttered

“Quiet now, you love me.”

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Hey!!! I was wondering if we could get some howl pendragon fluff? Maybe reader and howl showing a more parental side towards Markl? I will always live for a family dynamic haha!

Three's Company (Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 "𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗼𝗱" 𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 (𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗟𝗢𝗟)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Howl likes it dim and stormy and cool. Markl likes it bright and sunny and hot. So you comprise and suggest that the picnic takes place on a day with just enough cold and a nice, cooling breeze to help beat the summer’s heat. 

  As always, your boys agree.

  Of course, there are some grumbles and some sly words here and there, trying to convince you to change your mind. As you’re leaning over Calcifer, trying to pan-fry some of the meat for the sandwiches, Markl pulls a chair up beside you under the guise of wanting to help. Of course, he can’t do without a sample of your cooking. And he can’t do without whispering in your ear that he thinks Howl could use some more sun. Naturally, you sent Markl always with a playful roll of your eyes as you told him to fetch a basket from the closet. 

  As he scampers away, Howl takes no time sliding up to you and wrapping his arms around your torso as he leans into you. He tries oh-so-very hard to be sly as he presses small kisses to below your ear, and reminisces about the times the two of you would spend napping in the sunroom as the castle travels across miles and miles of grass fields being doused in heavy rain. He tries even harder to entice you with a plan that involved moved the castle to somewhere with least a light rain storm and hosting the picnic indoors as you watch a storm roll by.

  You just tutted and sent him to help Markl find the picnic basket instead. 

  With that, it doesn’t take you too long to finish up. Especially since Calcifer is starting to like the idea of getting a couple of lazy hours to himself once the three of you go on your outing. As you make the sandwiches and package up the little side dishes that Howl made earlier, you hear the two of them bickering with each other. Although Howl seems to be holding his own against the young boy, it still has you hiding your giggles as struggling to pack away the plates and utensils as you hear Howl argue about how nobody ever wants to do anything outside with him in the rain. 

  To his credit, he’s right. But you can worry about that later.

  Because soon enough, you’re done with preparing the food, and you’re calling for your boys to come back. Markl comes sprinting back with the basket in hand, hoping to get you first as a last-minute resort to get you to tell Calcifer that the castle should be moved someplace “just a little sunnier! Please, please, pleaseee!” Howl comes in not too long afterward, but it’s just enough time to see you patting a pouting Markl’s head as the last of the sandwiches a couple of pieces of fruit fitted into the picnic basket. 

  For a moment Howl looks hopeful. As if he has a chance to get you to change your mind and break their tie in his favor. But at the sight of you passing the picnic basket into his hands as you reach for a light shawl to cover your exposed arms, that look of hope becomes quickly dashed.

  But then you turn to your boys. They’re nice and cleaned up in clothes you know they can afford to get grass stains on. The look on their faces are just a little sour, but Howl is still cradling the picnic basket very, very carefully and Markl is doing his best to hold onto the picnic blanket he found, along with the couple of bottles of juice he has tucked under his arm. You give them a warm look and you smile nice and big and bright.

  “Well?” You tilt your head to the side, a teasing lilt to your voice as your eyes jump back and forth between their gazes. “Any more objections? Or shall we enjoy the day?”

  At that, both boys' cheeks start to redden. Markl looks away quickly, his pout growing ever so slightly more, but he finally relents and says he guesses he doesn’t mind if there are some clouds in the sky- so long as it’s not cool to play in the river, of course. On the other hand, the ever-so-collected Howl looks a bit embarrassed now that you’re joking about the two of them and their little tantrums. But he owns the blush adorning his face by meeting your eyes and offering out a hand. 

  “Thank you, my starlight,” He tells you, his sincere and gentle voice filling the room. It’s so honest and so earnest that you’re taken for a surprise just a teensy bit, before reaching out and placing your hand in his- an even bigger smile now spreading across your lips. “For planning this. For all that you do.”

  “Yeah, thanks a bunch!” Markl is quick to follow behind Howl with his own expressions of gratitude. Although he can’t take your hand and help you down the stairs like Howl is (despite you telling Howl that he really doesn’t need to be doing this when you’re not even carrying anything), Markl offers up a look of excitement and appreciation so sweet and so pure, you completely forgot about how sneaky and sly he was trying to be earlier. Well, almost forgot. You’ll have to get on Calcifer for teaching Markl about all that later… “The food looks really good, so thanks for that too!”

  With that, the three of you head to the door and step out of the castle. Calcifer calls a promise over Howl’s shoulder that he’ll look after the place, while you have to step further into the field of grass and flowers the castle is in to tell Markl to be careful as he runs off. But then you hear his laughter- the carefree laughter of a child. Of the boy you consider to be your son. And you let out a laugh too. It’s a tiny one. But it’s light, and it’s carefree. And it’s quickly joined in by Howl as he leads you to where Markl chose a spot to set up the picnic blanket. 

  The day is spent laughing. How many seconds? How many minutes? How many hours? You aren’t sure. But the day is spent without pouts on faces and complaints about the weathering being too much of this or too much of that. The day is spent telling stories and sharing jokes. It’s spent watching Howl point at different plants and quizzing Makl about what he knows. It’s spent with your point at your favorite clouds and your boy's guesses at the shapes that you do or don’t see. It’s spent with each other.

  And that’s all that matters, truly

    Though at some point, when you’re cuddled up to Howl, you whisper to him. It’s after all the food is gone. After Markl had kicked off his shoes and waded into the stream to look for nice rocks and tiny little fishies swimming along. It was after the two of them had agreed that today was the perfect day to waste with each other in complete and utter happiness. But it’s only after that- only after your bellies, and nice and full, and the cool breeze is starting to make you a bit too sleepy to do anything but curl right next to Howl and hold him that you whisper to him. Whisper how you promise you’ll do something with him outside the next time it rains.

  He thinks for a moment, letting the wind pass you both by as a slow-moving cloud moves out of the way to spread its sunrays across your skin. He thinks, and he thinks, and he thinks. And just when you think that you’ve stumped him or he must not have heard you, he opens his mouth once more.

  “I’d like to go dancing one day.” He says finally. His voice is quiet, but it feels so warm and so sweet and so safe that you swear that alone could lull you to sleep. “I’d like to go dancing with you one day in the rain.”

  You smile at him for the umpteenth time that day. You look him in the eyes, and you smile at him, and only for him, and only because of him.

  “Okay,” You promise him, the words barely passing through your lips like the wisp of a pretty breeze, hoping to take your voice far and wide. “I’d like that.”

  And your Howl…your wonderful, beautiful, glorious Howl? He smiles back at you. Gently. Sweetly. Looking forever more and more like the very person you fell in love with so, so long ago as his hair sways slowly and his bright blue eyes bore into yours. Telling you how much he loves you. Cares for you. Adores you. All with his gaze. All while your eyes? Well…

  “Thank you, my starlight.”

  Would it be so surprising if you said they were doing the same?

[scruus]

★̶̲ [𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞]

✎ sub afab howl + dom gn amab reader notes: edging, vibrator, rope binding and blindfold, begging, rough sex, degradation, tummy bulge, mean reader, howl is possessive; part 2 of this fic.

lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ you put a spell on me - austin giorgio

Howl’s legs thrashed against the mattress, body writhing against the covers and desperate sobs turned to screams as you snatched away another orgasm from reaching him.

The pink vibrator which was covered with his dripping slick and fluids was pulled inches away from his trembling hole. Clit so red and puffy, so neglected and almost numb because of the repeated orgasm denials. Nerves on fire as his thighs quaked from the rejection.

“Oh god! please let me cum”, he cried, hands clenching into fists which rattled against the headboard, trying to overpower the ropes binding him. He couldn’t. You had laid a spell on them and they wouldn’t untie unless you said so.

Howl knew that, obviously. He was the greatest wizard of the empire! He knew all your tricks. But there was an unspoken rule between the two of you in situations like these. He will submit or you shall make him.

“You s-said you would let me!!”, needy wails so loud everyone could hear it within a few metres of your apartment. Surely, the couple next door won’t come knocking the next morning.

Your fingers trailed down his chest, dancing in rhythm and humming along to his pleas. Such heavenly music.

Slowly, they would circle around his puffy nipples and flick it. However you weren’t entirely mean! Oh no no! You would brush out the hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, or just lean over and press kisses on his quivering lips that were covered in saliva. An act of mercy maybe?

The blindfold was only preventing howl from seeing your face but every touch lingering on his body was enough to tell him of the expression. Grinning, eyes laced with a sadism only he could ever be a witness to. Something playful yet sinister. And fuck did that make his already aching clit throb!

“Aww look howl, the cloth is all wet!”, you mumbled, tracing a line along the blindfold, brows furrowing up.

“Its soaked with your pretty tears”, pouting you wiped the few droplets that were still trickling down his cheeks, a result of the consequent edging that was slowly pushing him to the tip, “-that won’t do”, you shake your head.

With shuddering breaths, “p-please i want your cock please~”, he pleaded, trying to get you to finally give in. To let him feel you buried in his warm walls after being such a good boy. Its been so long now, his entire body was furious. His insides burning with a frustrated desire you just wont allow.

“hmmm…”, you nodded, slipping your hands behind his luscious head of hair and untied the fabric with the spell, ignoring the drowsy smile tugging on his lips. Howl’s eyelashes fluttered, looking up to you seated in between his wet thighs. Shirt discarded on the floor so you could feel his stare run down your abs.

Ocean eyes trying to study smiling lips and that cocked eyebrow of yours.

His unfocused gaze lingered down to your crotch and he licked his lips, salivating. Your pants were hardly able to conceal how fucking hard you were. It looked like your shaft would rip out into the open any minute now. As if you were under the restraint of that fabric.

Chuckling softly, you unbuckled your belt and zipped down your pants. Look at how he eyes it, you squint, so eager. Reaching inside your briefs, you took your hard cock out and hissed feeling your warm hand enclosing around it.

Breathing in a whiny moan, howl’s legs closed in on one another, maybe in an attempt to rub himself. The heat was spreading under his skin and prickly bumps adorned his limbs. You didn’t even touch him yet he could feel it all. All of you. Deep in his bones.

Your leaking dick looked the prettiest in howl’s manicured, prim and proper hands but right now it was getting catered by your own. Throbbing and pulsing so much, howl could count each vein popping out along the length. His heart pounds against his chest, yearning hole clamping on nothingness.

Did you get huge suddenly? because for some reason your cock looked a bit more bigger than usual. Was it a spell? Or was howl just way beyond horny, in a realm of pure lust?

“ohhh…”, howl whined, as the thought of you stretching his cunt out, burned into his marvellous mind. All those times when you were trying to just accommodate your thick tip in at first, gently, afraid of hurting him. And then slowly pushing it all the way in until his blurry vision could see stars.

“shhh…you’ll get it if you’re a good boy”, you moaned. stroking your length up and down as pearls of pre cum dripped down on howl’s thighs. Your eyes run over his pussy lips, peeking at you and the swollen pink nub begging for attention.

Well as much as howl wanted to drool all over that fat fucking cock and take it all down his throat until he chokes on it, it was a plan for another day. For now, he just wants that hot thing ramming inside of his empty dripping cunt and his hands clinging on to you until your chest and back were decorated with pretty marks. A practice of showing everybody who (y/n) belongs to.

“daddy…untie - please”, he asked, sniffling his whimpers in and biting his bottom lip. Ah! The signature puppy look. The hidden ace up his sleeve which you can never turn away from. Come on now, he is your baby. Your perfect boyfriend. The love of your life. Doe eyes which were covered with a glassy sheen, trying to pull you in a hypnotic maze. Naive and innocent.

You will listen to him right?

You laughed, hands coming down to grip his thighs and harshly pushing them wide apart, “oh no no love, you’re not getting to touch me”, his folds being parted by your fingers while your thumb dragged across slit.

His eyes widened, lips parting in surprise, what?, a shaky breath leaving them.

“no…no no no why? whyyy??”, he cried. His arms trying to move and flail around, reaching out for you through the tied ropes, but failing to do more so than just a few jerks. He wants to touch you so bad. He wants to have your body rubbing against his. His hands scratch down your back while you kiss his lips.

“fuck wh-“, you smacked your palm across his cunt, sending jolts of pain. Howl choked out a garbled moan at the impact, head jerking back.

Did you just spank his cunt?! You never did that before!

“Shut the fuck up bitch”, you spat as your palm slapped his clit again, the other pushing his leg down and refusing to let them close in on reflex to the stinging pain. “You think I would listen to you after you were fingering yourself out in the living room like some slut?”, another smack. Howl’s cries upped a pitch as his hips stuttered, tingles firing up in his poor bud.

Fuck it felt so good when you degraded him and roughed up his dripping pussy like the dirty whore he was. His face was a flaring red, eyes all hazy and prickling with a new set of ready-to-spill tears.

“What if my friends had come in with me? huh?”, you scowled, getting annoyed at the thought, “but lets be real, you would have actually liked that wouldn’t you howl?”

Howl nods in response, those glassy tears streaming down his rosy cheeks while his chest heaves up and down. His pulsing hole getting wetter with each passing second and his mind, a foggy mess.

“Would have liked to be fucked by your daddy in front of everyone and bred like a greedy cockwhore? wouldn’t you?”. Oh shit. Shit shit shit. You were breaking his mind now.

You slipped the tip of your cock against his pretty folds, sliding it up and down between his pussy lips and wincing in pleasure. Howl lets out a relieved moan, drawn out and debauched, when he finally can feel your dick flat against his hungry cunt. His hips were trying to buck up but your arm was keeping them down. Whimpers getting more desperate and excited.

“in..in..in…put it in”, he babbled, wriggling against the ropes trying to get further friction on his swollen bud with the help of your dick. He whimpered in pain, eyes shutting close when you slapped his thigh, “again? didn’t i tell you to shut up?”.

Nodding and muttering sobbing sorrys, he pleads. His voice now a hushed purr. Blood thumping in his ears because of the drawn out denial. At the verge of losing his mind. Why were you being so mean?!

A depraved shriek escaped his lips the moment you went inside him. In one single thrust. No warning, no gentleness and no care. Just a straight up merciless enter. His tight pussy lips struggling to ease around your thick shaft, the burn of his ripping cunt tipping over the bucket of arousal in his stomach. And so he came.

Hips jerking up and his hot insides clenching down on your cock so hard, you thought it would break. Choked moans from his throat while his entire body twitched, his head tilting back. A spray of water covered your abs, your eyes widening. He had squirted the moment you pushed inside him.

“holy fuck…”, you panted looking down at the mess. This was so hot. Shivers running up your body. Your fingers digging into his supple marked up thighs. But you were far from done.

Lifting his legs on your shoulders, you began hammering your dick inside his sopping warm cunt. You smelled your favourite scent on his ankles. Lavender. Did he put perfume on his ankles?

Did he know you would fuck him like this?

You grinned and flicked his nub with your fingers, intensifying the stimulation. A look of pornographic bliss on his face. His cute little cunt swallowed your dick all up from the tip to base like some cheap whore. There were sounds of filthy squelching paired with hips smacking against each other, hard and rough.

Howl shook his head, legs kicking up in the air but your gripping hold kept them in place. Staining red marks on the blank canvas of his beautiful lower limbs.

The bed creaked with each merciless pump inside, not slowing down for a second. Not even letting him adjust around your hard, throbbing length. Just splitting him open brutally, working him wide and full. His hands scratched at the headboard, trying to support himself.

Howl was brainless at this point. Just a flesh-light for you to pound in. Eyes watering and rolling back so hard, he could see nothing but a dark looming vision. Hiccuping moans accompanied with loud sobs to ‘slow down’, he was gonna cum again.

“so big, bigggg~”, his cunt was burning, you were stretching him out so much, it was ungodly. Sinful. Absolutely lewd. Your dick was forcing his walls to shape around you. It felt so full. Forcing him to fit you like a glove, because you belong in there. Its your own. “Take. It. All”, your demands bending his soul over.

Howl is for you to own. He belongs to you. His filthy tender hole, his round ass, his adorable perky nipples, his plush and soft lips, they all belong to you. And you belong to him.

He could feel you all in him, marking your claim. The outline of your dick making its bold show every time you pounded inside and it took every ounce of your moral will to press your weight down on it because if you did, you knew howl would come almost immediately.

Rutting into him like someone in heat, driven by a maniac lust, ignoring his screams. “oughhh g-god shhtop”, he slurred, choking on his saliva. He was hardly able to make out his own voice. Body all hot, like someone had pushed him into a vault of fire with you.

But everything was so damn addictive. Every thrust, every vein rubbing along his walls, every twitch of your tip and your rough palms rubbing his clit. It was so deliriously perfect that it made howl break out into a crazed smile.

Thats it, fuck me like am your cocksleeve. Your cumdump. Fill me, mark me up, break every part of me. I am yours, you are mine.

He was loving that hint of pain in his loins. It was mixed with pleasure. And a lot of love hidden beneath lust. It was a recipe of a drug only you two knew of.

“oh fuck…am close”, you moaned, leaning forward to place your lips on howl’s. Bending his knees till they were right beside his head. You lapped up his drool, pushing your tongue in him while howl continued to whine inside your mouth. He adores you so much.

Your tip was kissing his cervix, in so deep its like you were all up in his head. Plaguing his mind. You were definitely fucking a baby into his womb at this rate. Which, surprisingly, made howl jittery.

“ouhh ha-harder!!”, his wails riled you up. The coil in his stomach tightened again as his release felt near. And you understood from the way his voice increased in decibel. Girlish, high pitched moans spilling from his mouth. So obscene.

You swing an arm under his back and he moved into you, his back arching. Your gut felt heavy and close, clenching inside. “B-Breed me~”, he begged and that’s all it took.

You spilled into him. Emptying every inch of your cum deep inside him, till his tummy was swelling up and he could feel it all moving inside. Some of it trickled down, leaking out, and pooling in the already wet patch of the bed.

A strangled moan left his mouth the moment you came undone and his legs jerked on your shoulders. Toes curling because of the shattering sensation. His milky white body trembling in your arms, soft to touch but ruined from the inside. Falling apart in front of you. But that was fine. You would always be there to catch him.

Your head felt dizzy. A known indicator that you came alot. It happens rarely but it wasn’t something too weird.

Within a few seconds you could feel his breaths relax, returning to the easy and lazy routine he always has. Your dick was still sheathed inside him because you knew all your sticky cum would gush out of his gaping hole and then you would have to rush him to the bathroom. As all good lovers should.

But this moment felt too intimate. You wanted it to last for a bit longer. Eyes gazing at his swollen bruised lips and then running back to his eyes. A bit red and still tearful. But they were sparkling. His blue eyes were whispering praises to you.

You muttered a spell and his hands came untied. Landing on your shoulders.

Sweeping a strand of hair behind his ears, you rub his cheek. “Am sorry, i went too rough”, you pout, a feeling of remorse building up in you before you hear his chuckles. Raspy but still adorable.

“I can barely talk right now but-”, he sighed, “-I need to tell you that I loved it”.

“I love you darling”, he pressed a kiss on your lips, bringing his forehead down on yours. “My lovely darling”, mumbling with affection, he pulled you into a warm embrace.

“I love you sweetheart”, you smiled against his lips before taking him in a deep kiss again.

[kazuha-pista-badam]

howl: come on, i wasn’t that drunk last night

calcifer: you were flirting with sophie

howl: so what? she's my wife

calcifer: you asked her if she was single

howl:

calcifer: & then you cried when she said she wasn't

[blue-sadie]

A Thing Of Beauty

Imagine:

Being howls wife and having to console him after Sophie's mistake causing his hair to change color and your only way of calming him down is sitting next to him as he layed on his bed speaking to him softly.

"You are not hideous howl, you are amazing and beautiful you make the men jealous as you walk past and as much as I hate it girls fall in love with you at just a glance, a little change won't change that"

[cloudy-em]

Howl Pendragon Fluff Headcanons

❁ Howl is incredibly loving. He is kind, caring, loyal, a bit overdramatic, and simply an amazing man to have around.

❁ One of his favorite ways to show you love is to give gifts. And I mean he makes it his sole purpose to spoil you. Love to read? Whoops, suddenly the castle has a library. Enjoy nature? He's taking you out to see the most beautiful waterfalls he knows of.

❁ He wants you to see yourself as he sees you; like starlight. He'll try everything he can to turn you into a real narcissus. Not in a "bad" way; he just wants you to know exactly how stunning you and your soul are.

❁ Howl also loves to show you off. He walks proudly around as though parading you around with your arms hooked, your hand resting just in the crook of his elbow as he leans his head down to whisper something to you.

❁ While you're shopping for bread and speaking politely with a vendor, Howl suddenly runs his hand down your bicep. When you turn around, he's bowing and offering you a flower that he bought from a nearby stand. You blush (and he takes great pride in this) and accept his gift, and when you do, he gently lifts your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

❁ I personally have an idea in which Howl gifts you books and puts folded pieces of paper between the pages to point out the quotes he thinks describe you. (Would anybody read? Please comment or send an ask!)

[daryascurse]

May I ask for Mr. Howl Pendragon? D, P, S 🌸

You’re going to destroy me thinking about this okay okay… Howl… I can’t lie I’m so besotted and obsessed. I hope this is the right level of filth because my brain was burning. Aaaack.

ɴꜱꜰᴡ | ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ + BLANK / AGELESS BLOGS ᴅɴɪ // cw: praise kinks, finger sucking; no physical description of reader but called "good girl" (ofc)

D for Dirty [How do they dirty talk? What do they say?]

When Howl Pendragon talks dirty, his voice becomes like cream – thick and sweet and with a pouring, throaty flow to it. Of course he calls you a good girl, and then he tells you why, tells you of your beauty, your perfect fit around him, adores the wetness, the softness he loves to play with. It makes you spellbound, with a different kind of magic than that he usually practices. He endlessly showers praise in these murmurs, some coming in a foreign tongue that you may not understand, but that have the same delicious ring to them as they roll off the tongue. Before you realize it, he’s made you develop a praise kink, so desperate to keep hearing him worship your body. It wasn’t his intention to cast the spell either, this primal magic that you’ve now been trained in exercising too, dripping and desperately needing friction between your thighs as soon as he says anything sweet or passionate. “You came when I called you a good girl? Will you do it again for me?”

P for Position [What is their favorite position(s) and why?]

Any position where Howl can see your face is his favorite. He wants to cup your face in his hands, tenderly stroke fingers down the side of your cheeks, maybe slip his thumb into your mouth right when he slips inside you and feel every minuscule muscle tighten with the agony of his first slow, building, thrusts. He thinks your face is beautiful, always, but he wants to see your pupils dilate, wants to see if your eyes tighten, your nose scrunches, your mouth presses together or drops open, as you get flustered. Maybe your lips fit around his tongue, desperately sucking, desperate for more filling, and he’ll smile at you in turn as he gives you what you see you need. “You’re doing so well, doing so good for me.”

S for Sexy [What would they do/wear to turn on their partner?]

Howl, in his vanity, keeps his jewelry on during sex. He loves the feeling of luxury, of royalty, of being adorned in gold and gems as his hands run across your body, turn under your jaw, twinkling just like your eyes. You look so irresistible, framed by velvets and flowers and brocade patterns of his room. And what Howl does, when you’re on him, below him, but your hands are close to him, is makes you part of that beautiful picture. His hands are locked on yours, but he’ll gently lift yours free, and as he fucks you, he slides a ring off his finger and right onto yours. He can tell, in the way it makes you clench, and rush wet for him, that looking at it shining so innocuously between your middle and pinky finger gives you the same thrill it does him. He has to hold back a groan, hold himself up from frantically fucking into you harder, and he resists until he hears the whines coming higher and faster from your own throat. “It suits you. You look so perfect being mine.”

[qtkat]

more than god loves them

“freddie! mate, the sun’s shining, we’re bevvied, spliffed, and sorted. this feels like the beginning of something.”

in which y/n miles travels back to bristol for college and befriends her form mates, getting swirled into all the drama that comes along with them.. accidentally catching the eye of a weird guy with a weird name

READER, is female and uses she/her pronouns — is described as having longer hair and blue eyes to match chris’ since she’s his little sister. she is sixteen at the start of this series and she ages along with the characters. hair color/texture and skin color are not specified.

WARNING, this story contains explicit and mature content and themes such as drugs, sex, and very bad decision making. throw yourself off the deep end here instead of in real life lovelies. this does contain spoilers for both gen one and gen two of skins uk.

chapter index.. 𓏲ּ

𐝃ْꦌ prologue

𝜗𝜚 chapter one.. wip

[breedbun]

are you guys excited for my first long fanfic

[squishi-bunni]

🧶💝As Special as You💝🧶

Reader who was in a past toxic relationship is shocked by Howl spoiling them.

Reader likes to crochet

Howl x Reader

tooth-rotting fluff , comfort , cheesy

The castle creaked and huffed as it crawled across the rolling green fields. I watched the bright blue rivers wind across the plains from the balcony. The Wastes were quite beautiful, despite their name.

In my lap sat a half finished crochet project -  one mitten out of a pair. The yarn was a bright fuscia, vibrant against my wooden crochet hook. I finished the last row of the mitten, cut the yarn, and sewed the ends in with a darning needle. I put the mitten on my hand and smiled at its perfect fit.

The flung open, startling me. I whipped around to see none-other than my love, standing proudly by the door and beaming at me with excitement.

"There you are!" he proclaimed."I've been looking for you!" He grabbed my arm and yanked me put of my chair before I could say a word. "Come downstairs my love -- I have something to show you."

I stumbled down the stairs as I was being not-so-gracefully dragged to the living room by the eccentric wizzard. I laughed at his antics. "Slow down there, Howl! I'm gonna trip if you're not careful!"

We reached the living room and Howl stood next to the center table, presenting to me a long wooden box and sealed black bag.

I cocked my head at him. "What's all this?" I asked, eyebrows raised with intrigue.

"It's a gift!" he said, "for you!"

I was stunned. I wasn't used to getting gifts, or just having anything done for me in general. Even a flower picked from the garden would shock me when Howl gifted one.

"Don't just stand there," he said, gesturing towards the gift. "Open it!"

He beamed at me as I carefully opened the wooden box. The hinges at the back creaked as I slowly lifted the lid.

I was presented with a set of gold plated metal crochet hooks of every size available. There was a hook small enough for a piece of sewing thread, a hook which took up the circumference of my hand, and every size in between. Howl's delighted chuckle is what indicated to me that my mouth was agape. I could feel my smile reach up to my eyes.

"I-- you-- Howl--" I stammered.

"You still need to open the bag!" he reminded me.

I looked over to the velvet back and opened it. There was assortment of yarns of all different colors, thicknesses, materials. I dipped my hand in the bag to feel the yarn, and it was like how I'd imagine shoving your hand in a cloud would feel. Each yarn was soft and somehow silky.

I felt the tears come to my eyes then. I choked on the built up air in my throat and broke out in sobs.

Howl's beaming smile turned into a concerned frown. He rushed towards me and held my shoulders gently. "What's wrong my love?" he asked, brows furrowed.

"I--I just," I choked out. "I haven't-- No one's ever gotten me something so nice." I hugged him and buried my face into his shirt. "This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

Howl wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight embrace. "My love, you deserve every precious thing in the world," he said. "Only a fool would fail to make you feel as special as you are."

I looked up and gave him a chaste kiss through salty tears. "Thank you so much."

He smiled at me. "It's no problem love -- I'm happy to make you happy."

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: swearing

“a winter formal?” Cassie asked. Eve nodded. “What’s a winter formal?” She looked around at us. Jenkins furrowed his eyebrows. “Brain grape…” she trailed off while waving towards her head.

“it’s like a prom. For college kids. Or corporations.” Jake jumped in. “A big dance. Usually right before the break for winter holidays.”

“Or after. If you were my college.” I said. Cassie nodded.

“oh.” She whispered. I rubbed her arm as Jenkins looked at me. “Sounds fun.”

“if you go with the right person.” Eve said, eyes downcast. I nodded in agreement.

“damn. Yall really had shitty lives before this didn’t ya?” Jake said, frowning at us.

“nah. Just shitty taste in partners.” I said. Jenkins stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I leaned back against him with a smile. “Present company excluded.”

“well there isn’t any harm in going.” Ezekiel said as he moved away. “Although we’re all going to need to dress up.” Cassie turned to look at me and eve. I shrugged and looked at eve.

“dress shopping?” Eve asked. Cassie nodded excitedly. “Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?” I laughed and turned to kiss Jenkins goodbye.

“because you always regret taking us out in public.” I joked. Jenkins set up a door for us and I nodded at him in thanks. Linking arms with Cassie, we headed out of the annex. “I have something here anyway but I think it’s time we got you some more nice things Cassie.” She nodded with a big smile on her face. “It’ll be a night to remember.” Eve trailed behind us and immediately went to look at the most expensive dresses at the store.

“do I need…” Cassie started as she watched Eve. “One of those?” She stared at me wide eyed.

“no. You can get whatever dress you want. Cheap or expensive if it makes you feel good and you look good in it then that’s the dress for you.” I smiled softly at her. Leaning closer, I nodded at Eve conspiratorially. “Eve just has really expensive tastes.” Cassie giggled and I sent her off to find something she liked.

“How are you getting Jenkins to go with?” Eve asked as she sat down next to me, dress folded over her lap.

“who said I was going to ask him to come with?” I shot back. Eve gave me a look. “Alright. Alright. I don’t actually have an idea. I thought I would just ask him.”

“it’s Jenkins.” Eve said. “He never leaves that Annex. Not unless it benefits him.” I looked over to where Cassie was exploring the dresses. I got up and sighed.

"He leaves the Annex Eve. You've seen it happen." I said before walking over to Cassie. "How's it going?" She looked at me with wide eyes. "Yeah. It's a lot to take in. Find anything you like?"

"I found too many that I like." She said sadly. I looked at her. "What?"

"You do realize that this won't be the last time we need to dress fancy right? You can get more than just the one dress." I said carefully. Cassie looked at me before jumping up and down. She threw herself at me in a hug. I stumbled back as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you." She whispered. I rubbed her back and gently pushed her off me.

"It's on the library's tab so go all out. Get whatever you want." I said before Cassie took off to grab all the dresses she had liked. I watched as she ran off to try them on. Eve smiled at me before jerking her head to the dressing rooms. Jenkins stood off to the side, frowning at the expensive dresses that were sitting right next to him. "Hey." I breathed out as I walked over. Jenkins smiled at me as his attention was drawn away from the dresses.

"Hey yourself." He said back. I smiled at him and he took my hand before I led him over to the suit department. "Need a new tie?" I nodded.

"Yeah. Thought I might as well match Cassie. She's going to need someone to stay by her side so she doesn't run off and get into some trouble." I said offhandedly. Jenkins nodded as he looked through the bow ties that were on display. "Figured since I didn't have anyone to come with me I would take the job." Jenkins looked over at me as I picked up a tie.

"What makes you think you're going on your own?" He asked. I paused to look at him, confusion gracing my features. "Who said I wasn't going to go?" I shrugged as I put the tie down and moved to stand next to him.

"You hardly ever leave the Annex. And when you do..." I shrugged again and watched as Jenkins took my hand in his. "Well it isn't for things like this." Jenkins nodded.

"That was before I started dating you." He said softly, looking up at me from our joined hands. "I didn't have reasons to leave the library. Now I do." He squeezed my hand and brought it up to kiss the back of it. "Would you go to the winter formal with me (Y/N)?" Jenkins asked. I looked over at him and smiled.

"Yeah." I breathed out. "I'll go with you." Jenkins smiled at me before leaning over to kiss me. I cupped his cheek and broke away. "Need a new suit?" Jenkins shook his head. "Ok. I still want a new tie though." I went back to searching for the right tie as Jenkins watched me. When we all went to check out, Jenkins had deposited a new bowtie next to my tie. I smiled at him as he tugged me closer before paying. The four of us headed back through the door and split off to get ready for the winter formal. Jenkins came over and straightened my tie as I stood in front of the mirror. I looked at him over my shoulder and smiled.

“how is it you always manage to get your tie crooked?” He asked. I shrugged. “There.” Jenkins smoothed down my tie.

“how do I look?” I asked. Jenkins smiled and leaned down to kiss me. “Must look pretty damn good if that’s your response.” Jenkins chuckled and I reached over to fox his matching bow tie. “You look really good.” Taking his arm, we headed out into the annex. Flynn stood with Eve on his arm and Jake stood next to Cassie.

“jones opted out.” Jake said. “Flynn offered…” I nodded and smiled at Cassie.

“you all look good.” I said. Nodding to Jenkins, he set the dial for the winter formal. The two of us waited until everyone was through before heading through ourselves. “Ready for this?” Jenkins chuckled.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He said. Squeezing his arm, I pulled him through the door. We appeared in the gymnasium and immediately noticed that everyone had everything covered. “Would you care to dance?” Jenkins asked, smiling over at me. I smiled back and took his hand.

“that sounds wonderful actually.” I said as I let Jenkins pull me onto the dance floor.

[cosmic-waves7]

Jealousy, Jealousy.

Note: I tried Smth new w howl, pls pls lmk if u like it cuz I was half asleep as I typed this out (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

He's jealous.

It was only a quick pitt stop at the Wizard Pendragon's shop (one of Howl's many aliases) that set it all off.

A calm morning for the Pendragon's moving household was set to start and the shop needed a bit of upkeep as customers were running dry. So with the creaky floorboards all swept up and Calcifer warned to not misbehave, the clock-like magical device that hung next to the door signalled with a resounding ding and a switch in colour indicating where the castle had teleported to.

There was a long day ahead but you couldn't be more pleased.

As the hours went on Howl worked in rhythm with you as tinkering laughter was heard throughout the shop and bubbling mixtures were stirred harmoniously in cauldrons. There was a calm air to your love as he flitted around you with hands briefly coming to couch and maybe even teasingly squeeze at your hips as he passed.

"Pass me the dandelion leaves ?", He asked while focusing on the lilac fluid seeping from the side of the potion bottle he was pouring into.

You nodded with a kiss atop his freshly midnight-dyed hair - courtesy of sweet Sophie, you know she didn't mean it but you couldn't thank her more for the darkened charcoal colour that had seeped into his golden locks- and off to the ingredients section you went muttering past bottles of all sorts.

Coming back empty handed with no dandelion leaves in sight you let your eyes wander to his sprawled out form in the chair by the fire, Howl only looked up and smiled a bit disappointedly before getting to his feet and tugging on his boots.

You could already see long black feathers creeping out his cloak, predicting his speedy mode of transport for the errand.

"I'll be back in a moment sweetheart, not to worry. Markle will take care of everything."

Knowing full well the small child would've dosed off by now as he'd left to play in the fields while you both worked, you were left to manage the quaint store while Howl flew out for after a dizzying kiss goodbye and mumbles of bringing you wildflowers to carefully twist into your hair.

Then and only then did a customer decide to come in.

He was a polite young man, easily flustered and a soldier of the royal palace you noted due to the bluish uniform donning his slightly hunched physique.

He was nervous.

You grinned trying to ignore his demeanour so that maybe the pink in his cheeks would lessen.

"Ma'am, the queen has requested for a simple sleep draught from the makings of your shop.", He coughed, "please." came soon quickly after he'd recollected himself and pulling at the yellowed buttons holding his vest together.

You hid your smile behind the worn glove that your sweet partner had embroidered a pathetic attempt of a small daisy onto which you very much cherished, it felt like you were talking to a mouse rather than a fully grown man.

"Why of course."

The man...boy even, settled into a lone seat to watch you set up, eventually gaining courage to invite you into bubbly conversation that you found very boring very fast hence weren't all too interested in so short sugared-up answers were all he received.

The 'banter' he thought he was receiving on your end was honestly faked curiousity.

It seemed he was quite dim. Too dim for your liking.

His puny attempts to indirectly flirt were unoriginal and simply unwelcome.

Just as you were starting up your potion with another lame probe on the topic of the weather about to leave the man's mouth, your beloved hurriedly came in. Cheerily he was chattering on about a bird he'd been able to fly up close to in in his bird-like form.

"Oh, you should have seen it's-", Howl interrupted himself to stare at the man sat atop the brass stool across your apothecary tabletop, "feathers?"

His demeanor immediately switched.

Gone was the gentle, patient magician you were so accustomed to. There stood an intimidating wizard and he oddly felt much taller, much more powerful than a split second ago.

This was the Howl Pendragon you'd only ever heard about through word of mouth, not the one that childishly insisted to cuddle up on your ill-fitted couch or cast silly spells to jokingly make your hair stick up in different directions.

No. This was a whole different feel of a person and it seemed like the magic was almost spilling out of him in waves, you could almost taste it's electric crackling force in the air.

He felt more confident, cocky, ready to rip into this poor man down to his basic self-worth.

You liked it.

His lips twitched.

"Darling, who is this?"

Howl's voice was always deep and smooth as silk, just as it was right now, yet you were no fool and could pick up on the the roughened edges of his tone.

But it seemed like the young soldier took no notice of the emotional state of the suddenly very upset wizard in his presence. He only turning around to bow deeply in respect while stuttering out a greeting and an explanation of his presence.

Howl only had a curt nod to give as a reply and you could tell he wasn't very ecstatic have a new face in here.

If he could roll his eyes at the 'competition', they'd roll all the way to the back of his head to see his brain.

The next few minutes were tense as he only grinned tightly and came to your side to place a very domineering palm on your corseted waist pulling you in closer to his warm body, sending a clear message.

"I'm sure you've got this one little potion down love?", He said with his eyes sharply glancing to the young man that had very clearly receded back into his shell at this point.

Howl didn't even need to say a word, didn't even need to properly look at the guard for him to metaphorically back away. But of course he had to ensure he got his point across, so what else could he do but dip down to deeply kiss your lips, he was only seconds away from basically pushing his tounge into your mouth if you didn't stop his dramatic live-performance.

Nodding satisfied with himself, you huffed whispering 'show off' while he stepped back to tend to his dandelion-leaf-less potion.

You couldn't even look up at the barstool your customer sat on anymore with the intense blush covering your face and you could only imagine the agony of embarrassment he was going through.

With the potion sealed up and a-way-over-the-actual-price bag of coins thrown at the counter, he promptly escaped out the door not even bothering to check for any change.

Shrugging you turned back to glare at Howl who was innocently blinking into space.

"Was the last part really necessary."

He slowly smirked, tendrils of his magic swirling past your shoulders.

"Whatever do you mean?"

You quickly found yourself within his grasp, pressing kisses to your knuckles as an apology.

You knew he wasn't sorry at all.

Loud laughter could be heard from a distance as Calcifer moved the castle along to wherever your hearts desired.

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[manias-wordcount]

Can I request a Howl fic where he literally whisks u away to fuck and makes you forget all ur worries? I love the way you write Howl, it's so hard to find good howl fics so ty 🙏

Dizzy (Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Dizzy. He makes you feel dizzy.

  It happens all the time. When he pulls you away from your work. From your reading. From chores. From your worries. He takes you in his arms. When he holds you so tight and so close and so warm. He makes you feel dizzy. He makes your head spin and your heart swell. He makes your skin feel like it’s on fire. So hot- so damn hot to the touch. But above all else?

  “You take me so well, my starlight.”

  He makes you feel so, so good.

  “Ah…” A soft mewl pours from your mouth. It’s the furthest thing from innocent. It’s the furthest thing from decent. But you’re helpless to stop it. Helpless to control it. The sound just pours from your open mouth. It walks free from your parted lips. The drool starting to spill out from the corners of your mouth does little to slow it down or lessen its volume. But it’s exactly how Howl wants it. It’s exactly how Howl wants you. So blissed out. So fucked out. And feeling so fucking great that you start to forget things that once were important. “Um…Howl, it’s… sogood.”

  So good that you start to forget anything that isn’t his name.

  “That’s it…” Howl murmurs from above you, moving his hips in time with his words. “I got you, starlight. I got you…”

  You let out another sound, but you don’t even try to form words. His voice sounds so pretty yet so far away. And his words sound absent. Like he’s far too focused on what he’s doing to you rather than what he’s saying. And that isn’t too hard to believe. You can just barely recall how this started. How he seemed so concerned as he watched you flutter around the house after sending Markl on a long list of errands. The work was starting to pile up and you were starting to stress. So at first, you didn’t even want to lay down with Howl. You felt too panicked. Like you had too much work to do yet so little time. 

  But all it took was a few honeyed words and suddenly, you were being led to your bedroom by his hand. Candles being lit as you passed them by. The blinds being drawn closed to give you enough sunlight to see, but enough privacy to feel like the only person in the world as he swooped in and pressed his lips against yours. Sometime later, your clothes are off and his face is between your legs. He lapped at your pussy with great, great thirst in between the love bites he bit into his skin. Making you squeal and squirm until you promised him that you would take the rest of the day off to let yourself be spoiled. To be treated the way you should be treated. To be loved the way you should be loved. All by him.

  Now, he has you on you on your stomach. A pillow propped up under your hips and your head resting on another one. Last you saw his pants were down to his ankles, and his hair was tied up and out of the way as he sunk his cock into your tight, awaiting hole. Now, his body crowds around you as your bodies become one. He whispers to you in these times. He tells you how pretty you looked today. He tells you how kind you are. How smart and wise and perfect you are to him. He tells you how much he wanted you today. How much he wants you all the time. How he thinks about nothing but taking you in his lap and lifting up your skirt and stuffing you nice and full of his fingers until you’re all soft for him. How he thinks about nothing but pulling your panties to the side, bending you over the nearest surface, and keeping you there until you beg for him to move. But most of all? 

  He tells you that your body must be made of magic. That you must be made of magic. Because why else would his own body tell him that he needs to have every inch of you claimed as his if you were anything but?

  But you’re not sure of his words. You’re not sure of really anything right now. But you do know that you don’t want him to stop. You don’t want him to stop rolling his hips and filling you up. You just want him to take control. To keep making you feel good. To keep commenting about how good you feel. How wet you are. How loud you are. How sweet and pretty and pliable and needy you are. All for him. Only for him. 

  But you don’t tell him any of this. You can’t. Because he makes you dizzy. So dizzy that you’re reduced to nothing but a moaning little mess he speeds up his strokes and you soak his dick in your cream. So dizzy that’s all too soon, you’re clenching around him- and clenching even harder as he groans in pleasure. Your voice gets louder. Louder than the sound of the bed shaking and the frame hitting against the wall. Louder than the embarrassingly wet sounds your precious little cunt makes as it swallows him up inside. Louder than the sound of his body making contact with yours- his pelvis bouncing against your ass time and time again as he goes deeper and faster and deeper and faster and-

  “See how good I take care of you, starlight?”

  His voice is like heaven in your ears. But it still makes you so dizzy. He makes you so dizzy. So you don’t respond to the low, low murmurs that come out of his mouth once more. At least not with words. Because your body is all too eager to offer up squeals and whimpers and whines as he increases his pace. Your body is all too eager to shift behind him as his lips press themselves against your skin. Letting him deliver all the kisses he wants to the space behind your ears and your neck and your shoulder and wherever else he can reach. Because you’re putty in his hands. Because you want to be spoiled. Because you want to listen to him. Because you need him as he needs you.

  “I’ll take care of you like this every single day if you let me.”

  So you’ll do what he asks of you. You’ll only think of him. You’ll only fill your thoughts of him, him, him.

  “So only think of me…”

  Even if the mere mention of your Howl makes you so incredibly dizzy. 

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

When you ever think about how amazing and eccentric Howl's clothes always are, therefore going for his style may be expensive and unachievable, just remember he also owns a Welsh Rugby shirt as well ❤️

[kazuha-pista-badam]

howl: if there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until i get back

sophie: of course. i can't flip this table by myself