#ahh it's just gonna get more smutty from here

[xoxoxoz]

can i request minju x f!reader smut plz? g!p minju 😮‍💨 it goes like this, it was late at night and you ask minju (your gf) to hang out at your house since you are bored but, when watching a movie together you decided to get a lil naughty 😈 by sitting on her lap which yk that she gets hard easily and then lets just say yall fuck on the sofa in the living room for what felt like an eternity 🤥🤥 thanks hon 😘

Thanks for the request, Anon! It got me giggling🤭

⚠️: g!p Minju, smutty, non idol au, couch sex, unprotected sex

A/n: she’s so pretty T-T

It’s been a day since your parents left for their 2 month business trip and you wanted to spend it all by having Minju with you.

Your parents absolutely adored your girlfriend not only because she was a hard working engineering student/part time barista, but also because of her gentle personality.

It was normal for Minju to visit or sleepover at your house and she’d find a way to spend equal time with your parents too. She would help your dad with house renovations (an advantage to see your girlfriend’s muscles) and she would buy your mom flowers whenever she passed by a florist.

So in saying that, they were more than happy to have Minju live in the house for the 2 months.

“Baby, I’m here” You heard her soft voice from the front door.

You placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before skipping over into your taller girlfriend’s arms. She greeted you with multiple kisses to your face and lips. “Missed me?”

“You have no idea” You smiled.

Minju quickly removed her shoes and chucked her car keys to the side. You dragged her to sit on the couch with you on her lap.

“What movie this time?” Minju asked and caressed your hips.

“Spider-Man. Does that sound good?”

“Anything is good as long as you’re here”

Little did she know was that you did not want to watch the movie. It was an excuse to use your sexually frustrated self by riling her up and getting your guts rearranged.

Sadly due to Minju’s studies and long shifts, you two didn’t have sex for a while. You’d only reach the making out stage before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

You weren’t gonna back out this time.

The movie was already 20 minutes in and you stopped feeding Minju popcorn to ‘adjust’ your sitting position when really you just wanted to rub your ass all over her clothed dick.

“Sorry, a bit uncomfy” you scrunched your nose at her while pressing yourself a bit harder against the growing boner.

“D-Don’t do that” you heard her hiss while holding your waist tighter.

“Comfy now. Just need more snacks” you said as you bent down to slowly grab more popcorn.

Minju’s breath hitched when she caught a glimpse of your white lace panties and the end of your back tattoo. It was enough for her to give in to her animal brain and roughly pull you back into her lap.

“You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?” She growled in your ear.

“And what if I am?”

She responded with a playboy smirk because she knows this challenging attitude of yours was gonna disappear within seconds.

“On your knees, baby” she quickly kissed your lips and pushed you to the ground.

As you looked up at her, Minju rested her hands behind her head and leaned back comfortably, jutting her crotch at you. “You know what to do”

Nodding, your hands flew to her sweatpants and yanked them off, revealing grey boxers with a huge tent underneath. She arched a brow at you.

“Go on. Won’t cum with you staring at it”

You were quick to remove her boxers before holding her long shaft and slowly sinking your mouth over it. Minju sucked in a sharp breath and tangled one hand into your hair.

“Ahh yes..”

Your clit throbbed at her low grunt, encouraging you to move your head faster, jerking off the length you couldn’t reach. Minju was finding it hard to remain composed as her hips began thrusting up, letting the leaking tip reach the back of your throat.

Being with Minju all these years had improved your gag reflex which made the sex much more enjoyable.

“Fuck baby, like that”

While your one hand continued stroking part of her cock, the other ran across her abs, feeling every bump and curve of the strong muscles. You gripped at it lightly as Minju began thrusting faster, giving you less time to breathe but you didn’t wanna disappoint her so you swirled your tongue around.

And it drove your girlfriend absolutely crazy

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” she grunted one last time before releasing strings of cum down your throat.

You pulled away with a cough, your drool soaking your chin which you wiped away with the back of your hand. Despite being out of breath, you smiled up at your panting girlfriend and stroked her cock again, seeing that it got hard instantly.

“Was that good enough, babe?”

She bent down to grab your neck and shove her tongue in your mouth, moaning at the mixed taste of her own cum. Minju pulled away and caressed your lips with her thumb. “Always perfect. Take off your clothes, baby”

You stood up and got rid of your home fit, throwing it carelessly behind the couch while Minju stripped out of her hoodie and shirt.

She got you to sit on her lap again, facing her this time and making you hold onto her shoulders. “I forgot to bring a condom, baby”

“I love it raw anyways”

“Do you have the pills?”

“Yeah but I’ll take it later, come on, fuck me already” you whined.

Minju rubbed your waist and allowed you to lower your entrance onto her standing dick. She kissed at your collarbones out of comfort, seeing you scrunch your face in pain.

“O-Oh my god, Minju”

She hushed your whines with more soft kisses across your face, feeling you fully take her entire size. “Sorry”

“Fuck, did you get bigger?” You hissed and looked down, a bulge had formed in your stomach.

“It’s just been a while since we’ve done this. Take your time, okay?”

You hid your face into her neck and slowly rocked your hips, the stinging pain started to slowly disappear and replaced with needy pleasure.

“Oh Minju-ah”

“That’s it, baby. You’re riding me so good” she whispered in your ear and kissed at your lobe.

“Feels so good, Minju-ah. I wanna cum so hard on your cock”

She hummed at your cries and grabbed your plump ass while she adjusted her sitting position, holding you still to thrust her hips up. Your back arched and your eyes rolled back, giving Minju the opportunity to suck on your neglected tits.

“H-Holy fuck, Minju!”

The taller girl moaned into your chest. “I love your pussy, baby”

“Faster! Wanna cum!” You screamed.

Minju flipped the position so you were now laying on your back. She wrapped your legs around her waist and held onto the back of the couch with one hand. Minju started to pound roughly into your desperate cunt, her pelvis turning red from the impact.

You cupped her jaw and pulled her down for a French kiss, sucking on her tongue as she drilled impossibly deeper. “Ruin my pussy, Minju-ah. Fill me up” you blabbered against her lips.

“Ah Y/n!” She grunted and looked deeply into your eyes as she continued moving her hips.

Your pornographic expressions were tipping her over the edge but you were her priority. She bit down onto your neck and looked down to watch her cock destroy you.

“Fuck I’m cumming! Minju-ah! Oh Minju!” You clawed her back and cried.

Seeing a ring of white cum coat her cock was enough to fully twist Minju’s stomach. She gripped tightly on the couch and pounded her cum deep into your pussy, moaning loudly at the sweet release.

“Argh fuck! Yeah yeah yeah” she panted in your ear.

She slowed her thrusts before pulling out, admiring your red cunt that was dripping an endless amount of cum. You didn’t get time to recover as Minju went on her knees and kept your legs separated.

“W-Wait, baby—Ah!” You screamed, seeing and feeling Minju lap up the escaping liquid.

Her hums vibrated through your body before she sucked harshly at your clit. “Cum one more time for me, baby”

You shook your head as the tears fell. “I-I can’t! T-Too much—fuck Minju!”

She continued sucking at your swollen clit, forcing your legs open when you were trying to close them. “Cum for mommy”

You gasped at her words, making your body shake from another intense orgasm. “Ahhh fuck! Mommy!”

Minju gave your clit one last kiss before moving up to kiss your mouth, caressing your thighs softly. “Good girl”

“Thank you…so…sleepy” you mumbled as you fell in and out of consciousness.

“Baby? Hey stay with me, let me grab you the pills and some water okay?” Minju held your face and shook it a little bit to keep you awake.

She took a bottle of water and carried you to your bedroom, sitting you down while she prepared the pills from your drawer. “Take this first”

You weakly swallowed the pills and drank a fair amount of water before Minju got you to lie down under the covers, quickly sliding in next to you. She put your head on her chest and rubbed slow circles around your back.

“Did I go too hard?” She whispered.

You shook your head and hugged her tightly. “It was the best. Thank you”

“I’m glad. Sleep now, baby”

“I love you” you mumbled, falling into slumber as Minju continued caressing your skin.

“I love you too”

[junhanndee]

glasses / junhan <3

when your boyfriend decides to look just a little too good with his glasses on :)

bf! junhan x gn! reader

warnings : smutty smut, riding (not rlly detailed! can go for afab or amab!) , oral, subby junhan, kisses (i think that is all help)

waking up to your phone ringing, you realized that you had dozed off while waiting on junhan to finish up in the studio.

you sigh and roll over to pick up your phone and answer it

“hey love, are you okay?” junhan says through the phone as you hadn’t answered his last couple of texts telling you he was going to need to spend some more time in the studio.

“oh shit i’m sorry, i totally dozed off” you said while giggling and pushing yourself off the bed.

“it’s okay! i just wanted to make sure! do you wanna come to the studio? you can always rest here and just hang out with me” he says enthusiastically, knowing you would never turn down a late night studio hang out.

“yes yes i’ll be there! let me grab my stuff and i’ll head that way”

and with a ‘okay be safe and text me when you’re here’ from junhan you made your way to the studio.

on the way there you were still half dozed and honestly ready to go back to sleep but you mustered up the energy to go see him so you tried to keep that same energy going throughout the way there.

upon arrival and shooting a ‘ok i’m here be up in a sec’ text you started to head up to his studio.

when you opened the door your jaw could have dropped.

there sat junhan, white band tee, grey sweatpants, messy hair, and his white glasses.

you stood there for a second before junhan brought you back to reality.

“hey!! you made it” he said while getting up to embrace you in a hug

“well i am here, right?” you said jokingly as you went to sit on the couch next to his chair where he had been or practicing for hours.

“if you want to take a nap, you can! i’m just going through some stuff on my computer and marking in notes for a song so i won’t be too loud for a little bit” he said while grabbing the little blanket he kept for you under his table.

the offer was definitely inviting but after seeing him like that, you had something else in mind.

“ahh i’m wide awake now…..” you said while stretching your arms out and standing up.

he looked up at you and you could have swore your heart skipped a beat. he looked so good sitting there with the dim light of his studio reflecting in his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“i have an idea” you say while walking over to him as he spins his chair around to put his hands on either side of your waist

“and what would that be?” he asked while continuing to look up at you

straddling him, his eyes went wide.

“ahhh baby you know i would love to but i really have things to do” he whined out but his actions said different as his hands were already under your shirt and rubbing up and down your waist.

“mmm you just look so good” you mutter out while grabbing for his face to rest gently in both of your hands.

“me?” he asks, stupidly really but he seemed so genuine.

“of course you!” you said barely above a whisper now that your faces were only inches apart.

you lean in to kiss him, soft at first but within seconds you begin to make out with him.

he started to let out little whimpers and hushed moans as you began to run your fingers all through his hair and on his shoulders.

“are you gonna be a good boy for me?” you ask while slightly tilting his head up to look at you.

“mmm i’m your good boy” he said while begging to pepper little kisses up and down your neck.

you reached down to his crotch to feel his hardening bulge.

his cheeks were already flushed as you began to palm him through his sweats before reaching into his underwear to pull out his now hard cock.

he let out a little whimper and you couldn’t do anything but giggle at how cute he looked in that moment.

his fluffy hair now making a statement in front of his eyes and his flushed cheeks mixed with his puffy lips from kissing all over you.

you slid your shorts over just in the slightest so you could align yourself with him.

he gulped when you began to sit down a little further on him to let him bottom out before you started to move.

he was so needy for you. just minutes ago going on about how he needed to finish his work and he had stuff to do. now, whining at every touch you give him.

once he bottoms out in you he rests his hands on your hips and leans back just slightly to watch the view he had right in front of him.

as you rode him, his whines and movements became more frantic as you could tell he was getting closer and closer.

“mm is my baby close?” you ask while leaning in to press a kiss to his neck.

“i’m so close please” he says while slightly bucking his hips into yours

“mmm have you been good enough?” you ask him as he watches you begin to get off of him.

“yes please i’ve been so good for you, only you please” he begs as he sees you fall to your knees in front of him

grabbing both sides of the chair you scoot him closer to you.

you look up at him and grab his now sensitive cock. he looked so cute. all fucked out that he could barely form a sentence besides a couple of pleases and begs.

you began to stroke him, painfully slow as you watched him buck up into your hand.

his head rolled back and his now fogged glasses that sat just below his nose bridge now.

“you’ve been a good boy, now cum for me okay?” you say while wrapping your lips around his tip and bringing him into the back of your throat.

“please i’m gonna oh please” was all he could say as you continued to bob your head up and down his length.

“cum for me” you said and with a couple more thrusts of your hand he came.

strings of his cum hitting your face, and the floor. he just looked too. good.

his now all fogged glasses, the sweat beads rolling down his forehead, and his red cheeks all because of you.

you stood back up helping him clean himself after sliding your shorts back over to the side.

you let your back hit the couch as he spun his chair around to look at you.

“you should wear your glasses more yk?” you say while giggling at his slightly embarrassed face.

“okay it’s a deal, but now, it’s your turn.”

a/n : it’s 1am and hopefully this is 😭 okay! i might come back to it and rewrite something’s longer but my eyes are droopy!!!

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- ask box is always open and i always welcome new anons! 🩷

[heda-in-the-clouds]

uh uh have you written a one shot or anything of this ballet au? cause I would read the fuck out of that

Here's a little unedited smutty snippet that shows off their dynamic during their late night rehearsals. Read below for the sin 🩷

Clarke was frustrated with Lexa during their late night rehearsal. Lexa kept messing up the choreography, stepping on her toes, or accidentally running into her body. She seemed unfocused as if her thoughts were elsewhere other than this studio.

Lexa had snapped at Clarke when asked if she wanted to talk about it.

"Fuck off Clarke! Like you can help me. Just go and leave me be."

Lexa walked away and now stood at the opposite end of the studio from Clarke, tightly gripping the ballet barre as she derided herself in front of the mirror.

Clarke was pissed at Lexa's sudden outburst. She didn't deserve to be yelled at for just checking in on her partner. Clarke didn't know what was troubling Lexa. Honestly, Clarke could not care less other than the fact that it greatly affected Lexa's concentration. They only had a few more days to nail down their routine before their performance. Time was ticking.

Meanwhile, Lexa had decided to stretch out her tired limbs as a means to cool down. She stood back and leaned down to grip the barre. Next she stood on her toes and arched her back to stretch out her sore muscles. She moaned in relief as she felt her body loosening up. She drove her hips and ass further back to intensify the stretch to soothe the tightness in her muscles and joints.

As Lexa stretched with her ass raised up in the air, Clarke saw the perfect opportunity to punish Lexa for her lack of focus and snappy behavior. Clarke quietly approached Lexa who was too preoccupied with her stretching to hear her footsteps. Clarke positioned herself directly behind Lexa before placing one hand over Lexa's shoulder and the other on her hip

"You're too stressed and I know exactly what you need Lexa."

"Fuck off Clarke! I'm not in the mood to fuck right now"

"Who said anything about fucking?"

Suddenly, Clarke raised her hand backwards and delivered a powerful slap to Lexa's ass over her leotard. A loud smack echoed in the empty studio followed by Lexa's surprised scream.

"Ahh, what the fuck Clarke?!"

"Something is obviously bothering you and since you refuse to talk about it, you can't focus for shit tonight. Maybe you need to be spanked so you can clear your mind so we can actually learn our routine."

"I'm not a fucking child Clarke. This is bull-ahhh!”

Annoyed by Lexa's attitude, Clarke delivered another hard slap to Lexa's other cheek this time before she could finish her sentence.

"We're out of time Lexa. I'm pissed. You're pissed. We're both pissed. Indra is going to be fucking pissed tomorrow if we still can't nail down our combo."

"So your best idea is to fucking spank me? Smart idea Clarke. What other great ideas do you have floating around in the blonde head of yours?"

"Fucking bitch!"

Enraged by Lexa's diss insinuating she's a dumb blonde, Clarke reared her hand back and delivered another powerful smack to Lexa's ass.

"Fuck Clarke. That one really hurt!"

"It was supposed to Lexa. I'm tired of your bullshit so here's what I'm going to do. I'm gonna spank your ass ten times and I want you to count each and every one of them. Also, you're not allowed to take your hands off the barre or get off pointe. If you do, I'm starting back at zero. Maybe you'll finally learn your damn routine after this. Now get into position!"

Lexa begrudgingly got into position and gripped the barre tightly as she stood on her pointe shoes. She dipped lower when Clarke pushed her back down until she was parallel with the floor. Lexa was now in prime position to take Clarke's crude punishment

"Ready?"

Instead of a verbal response, Lexa wiggled her ass back in Clarke at defiance. Clarke kindly responded as her palm smacked Lexa's ass hard.

"Ah! One" Lexa gasped out from the sting of Clarke's hit. Without thinking, she unclenched her fingers from the barre hoping to soothe the bite before Clarke's cough reminded her of the rules. She whined as she remembered the rules and grasped the barre again

Clarke reared her hand back again and delivered another slap to Lexa's ass.

"Two!" Lexa gasped out. This time, she remembered to hold onto the barre. The sting from Clarke's palm resonated through her body. However, Lexa couldn't dwell on the pain before Clarke smacked her ass a third time.

"Three!" Lexa hissed out. Fortunately, Clarke spanked her other cheek which provided some distraction from her other cheek that was already starting to feel tender.

"Four, Five, Six! Ahhh! Fuck Clarke! Please, I'm sorry." Lexa cried out as Clarke delivered 3 spanks in quick succession. Lexa whimpered as the pain in her ass started to intensify and spread out. Tears formed in Lexa's eyes as she wondered if she would see bruises on her pale ass once she stripped out of her dance clothes.

Recollecting herself, Lexa began to notice the silkiness of her tights sliding against her clit and folds making her wet. With each smack of Clarke's palm against her ass, her arousal intensified.

Lexa suddenly began to feel different as her body and mind began to register each slap as pleasurable instead of painful as time went on. She actually craved the harshness of Clarke's hits against her cheeks.

Lexa rubbed her thighs together to increase the friction she felt throbbing against her core from her tights and leotard. Lexa didn't realize she could potentially climax in this position.

With each spank, her mind began to clear up and focus. She forgot what she was even frustrated about that contributed to her lack of focus during their rehearsal.

"10!" Lexa moaned in relief once she felt the final sting of Clarke's palm on her cheeks. Her ordeal was finally over. She pleaded with Clarke that she learned her lesson.

However, Clarke was unconvinced. She slid Lexa's leotard to the side and ripped a hole in her tights. Clarke smirked and boasted that Lexa's ass should be slapped with a different technique.

Lexa wasn't the only one turned on right now evidenced by the wet spot over Clarke's leotard. She had been hard ever since she stood behind Lexa and spanked her. Clarke needed to relieve her own stress and what better way than fucking her frustration out on Lexa as usual

Unlike Lexa, Clarke wore her tights over her leotard tonight so it was easier for her to undress. Clarke pulled her tights down until they pooled at her feet. She then moved her leotard to the side freeing her cock trapped underneath the tight fabric.

"Maybe you'll be able to focus more and actually count with my cock shoved inside your cunt!" Clarke chided as she lined up her dick with Lexa's flushed entrance

"Ah Clarke!" Lexa whimpered in pleasure as Clarke suddenly thrusted deep inside her.

"Now, let me hear you count again." Clarke grunted as she reared her hips back unsheathing herself from Lexa's warmth.

To be continued...

So yeah, that's how ballerina clexa act around each other during their late night dance rehearsals. Basically, the hotter and rougher the sex translates to a more passionate performance between them on stage. Don't worry, they have real feelings for each other but they're too immature to talk like actual adults and would rather fuck than dredge them up.

Feel free to send me more asks about these two. I have lots of headcanons plus a lot more sin that I can't wait to share 😊

Finally, here's a photo reference so you can imagine what position Lexa was in

[betweenthings2]

Ahh i would love gatty with 10, 15 or 23 from prompts that has me lying on a highway. Love your writing so much ❤️‍🩹

Thank you and thank you so much for the ask!! I am so very sorry it took me so long to get to this. I have no good excuse.

Here's 15. "I'll come over there and make you shut up, then." "You can try," 23. Curled up on the bed together, face buried in their chest, and 10. "Tell me what you want, baby."

10 came out smutty, so I've put it last.

15. "I'll come over there and make you shut up, then." "You can try." 

Matty has been talking for the past twenty-seven minutes. About what, George has no idea, but he does know what Matty has been talking and it's all he can do at this point to not tell Matty to just shut up. He's done that a time or two and Matty always looks horribly hurt and guilty. No, doing his best to simply let Matty's rambling fade into the background and put his headphones on.

George wraps up with what he's working on about twenty minutes later, and when he slides his headphones off, Matty is still talking. He's probably changed topics about four times in that space and he probably hasn't even noticed that George hasn't been listening. No, he's just wandering around the space, now with a just-lit joint, talking.

"Matty," George interrupts.

Matty stops, and turns around. "Yeah?"

"Have you been talking this whole time?"

Matty nods. "Yeah. Have you been listening?"

"I had headphones on, love."

"Rude," Matty says. "What if I said something brilliant?"

"Did you?"

"Do I look like I remember what I was talking about?"

George can't help but laugh.

"I mean, really," Matty continues, pausing only for a drag from his joint, "aren't we supposed to be partners? I thought-"

"Matty you were talking for like forty-five minutes," George interrupts again. "Forty-five minutes is a long time."

"Yeah, but what if I said something brilliant? Sometimes I do. Sometimes I say great things when I'm rambling, like, half of our album names have been things I've just said." 

"Matty," George says, exasperated, "I love you, but please, five minutes of quiet."

Matty sighs, dramatic, but agrees, "Fine," and sprawls out in an armchair. He takes a purposeful, deep drag from his joint and blows smoke toward the ceiling, like he's making a point to not offer the joint to George. Not more than two minutes have passed when he says, "Has it been five minutes yet?"

"No."

Matty groans. "I have things to say, ya'know, George. We can't all be quiet and stoic. Have you ever thought about stoicism? I think-"

"I'll come over there and make you shut up," George warns.

Matty makes a kind of disbelieving face and says, "You can try."

So George gets up and crowds into Matty's space, one knee on the edge of his seat. The first thing he does is pluck the joint from between Matty's fingers and take a drag, earning some indignation from Matty.

"That was mine," Matty starts. "I even-"

"Not anymore," George cuts in. He leans in for a kiss, a little bit rough, but Matty reciprocates eagerly, letting George do as he likes.

Matty stays quiet for a just a moment when they separate, then starts talking again with, "In terms of strategies to shut me up, I'd give that, like, a six out of ten. Not the worst, but could be better, ya'know? You could-"

George cuts him off with another kiss, tangling his free hand in Matty's hair. He keeps his hand in Matty's hair when they separate, tugging a bit to say, "You gonna be quiet now?"

"Six and a half out of ten," Matty decides, half daring George to do something.

George stubs out the joint in the ashtray on the side table and says, "You're awful. I love you."

Matty smiles and leans in for another kiss, this one a little bit softer, then says, "I love you, too."

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23. Curled up on the bed together, face buried in their chest.

George's fingers trail up and down Matty's back, gentle through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. George's own t-shirt is damp where Matty's face is pressed against his chest. He's been crying. That's not really saying very much--Matty cries a lot--but today he clearly needs some comfort. George isn't really even sure why, Matty had just come back from the interview he'd been roped into, changed his clothes, and tugged George into bed, hiding his face against George's chest. The tears had been slow to come, but come they did in quiet sniffles and shaky breath. George doesn't say anything. He doesn't really need to. All he needs if for Matty to know he's there.

Eventually, Matty mumbles, "Thanks."

"'course," George murmurs. "Wanna talk about it?"

Matty stays quiet for a few moments, then he admits, "Not sure there's anything to talk about. Just needed a cry, ya'know?"

"Can I ask why?" George pushes, still rubbing Matty's back.

Matty gives a half shrug, then stays quiet for a while. His breath is warm against George's chest and they fit together just right, like they were made to. George wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.

After a few minutes, Matty moves so he can glance up at George, then looks away and admits, "Dunno why," and tucks his face back against George's chest.

George cards his fingers through Matty's wayward curls and opens his mouth like he's about to say something profound, but all he says is, "I'm here if you do wanna talk about it."

Matty nods, but he stays quiet. He kind of knows why he needed to cry, the words just aren't quite there. It had been A Day, even though it's barely midday. The interviewer had been full of pressing questions that hit just a little bit too close to home for Matty to feel comfortable answering, so all his answers had been awkward and full of stuttering and lots of words that made it sound like he had a lot to say but amounted to nothing. The real answers, the ones that were too honest and personal for a magazine were still there, and Matty still had to contend with them, no matter what he told the interviewer.

All the real answers are still there, words still lodged in back of Matty's throat. All the answers about all the bad things Matty has done in his life, all the poor choices he's made and the ones had no doubt are coming done the line because he knows he won't be able to help himself. And somehow, he's here, in a hotel room with a man he loves who loves him on a tour because people care about the art he's making. Matty has everything he's ever wanted and he can't shake the feeling that he's going to lose it.

"George?" Matty asks after a while, words muffled slightly by George's chest.

"Yeah, love?"

"I, erm, I'm sorry. I think."

"What're ya sorry for?"

Matty pauses for a moment, then, "I don't know. I just am."

"Did you do something you need to be sorry for?"

Matty shakes his head. "I don't think so. I just, I don't think I'm a very good person. I know I love you. I know I care about the fans. I know I care about what I think we're trying to do. I just don't think that I'm a very good person. Fundamentally."

"That's not true, Matty. It's not. No one but you thinks it is. I don't even think you think it is most of the time."

Matty sighs. "Interviewer this morning kept asking questions I couldn't really answer. It was all too honest." He pauses. "Dunno. Maybe I'm just feelin' sorry for myself. I'll feel better in a bit."

George presses a kiss into Matty's curls and says, "Well, I'm here. I'm always here and I always love you."

"Thanks," Matty murmurs. "Really. Thank you."

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*This is adult content, proceed accordingly*

10. "Tell me what you want, baby."

Matty has been in a mood all day, snappish and short and argumentative with everyone. Well, everyone but George. With George he's been almost sickly sweet, like he's trying to ask for something without coming out and saying it. George knows exactly what that something is, of course, but he's also not going to let Matty get off that easily. He'll have to ask for what he wants. They have the time and the space. All Matty has to do is ask.

Matty urges George toward the bed when they get back to the hotel room, never mind that they're still in their street clothes, practically draping himself over George when they lay down. It makes him feel small. George has been taller than him, broader than him, bigger than him, since they were teenagers, but he's filled out and gained some muscle in the past few years, both of which have helped him look less small next to George. Still, he can't change the fact that he's simply shorter and less broad than George, and despite his complaints and instance that he's not short, sometimes Matty likes that George makes him feel small.

George lets quiet settle over the room for a bit, listening to Matty's even breathing. After a while, Matty trails his hand up George's shirt, and presses a collection of kisses to the underside of his jaw, asking without the words.

"Matty," George warns.

"What?" Matty asks, feigning innocence.

"Tell me what you want, baby," George murmurs, low and dangerous in Matty's ear.

"You," is Matty's automatic response. "I want you."

"You've got me," George responds, pushing.

"You know what I mean," Matty tries. "Don't make me ask. I hate asking."

George smiles softly, pressing a kiss to Matty's forehead. He know Matty hates actually asking, be it for a hug or some cuddling, or to be tied up and fucked until he can't think. "I know," he says quietly "But you know the rules, Matthew. I can't read your mind. You have to tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me like you don't like me."  

George runs his hand up Matty's spine, and takes a fistful of hair at the back of his head. "Like I don't like you?" he asks.

Matty nods as much as he can, and says, "Yeah. I want you to be rough, treat me like my pleasure is secondary."

George tugs a little bit on Matty's hair, then lets go, and says, "Why don't you go get the lube and get yourself ready for me?"

Matty nods and scrambles to his feet. He digs through their luggage for a few moments, then strips out of his clothes before retuning to the bed. He pauses for a just a moment, then, in a small voice, like he's expecting a negative answer, asks, "Can I suck you off? Please?"

George sits up and cups Matty's jaw, thumb coming to rest on his lower lip, and says, "You wanna suck me off?"

Matty nods. He looks half desperate.

"Alright," George agrees. "Get on your knees."

Matty tosses the lube on the bed and drops to his knees as soon as George tells him to with a dull thud from knees hitting the carpet.

George stands, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans, then stroking himself to full hardness, and says, "Eager little thing, aren't you?"

Matty would protest being called 'little,' but he can't really find it in himself to be upset about it, not now. He just nods.

"Go on, then," George urges.

So Matty takes George into his mouth, eager and full of want. George gives him a bit to adjust, then takes a fistful of Matty's hair and uses it to take a little bit more control. Matty lets him, lets him take, lets him have. When George finally uses his grip to guide Matty's mouth off his cock, Matty is flushed and teary and completely desperate. George helps him to his feet and pulls him in for a kiss that's almost too gentle, then guides Matty to the bed.

Matty looks up like he's looking for some kind of affection or gentleness, but "Get yourself ready," is all George says.

"But-"

"You do what I tell you," George interrupts. "Now get yourself ready."

Matty sniffs and nods, stilly teary, and does as he's told, slicking his fingers and reaching behind himself. It takes only takes a few minutes for Matty to try again, saying, "George, please. Please help. I can't, I can't reach, please?"

George's voice is full of mocking sympathy when he says, "Aw, poor thing. Can't do anything yourself, can you?"

Matty shakes his head and repeats, "Please?"

"Get on your hands and knees, then," George decides, shedding the rest if his clothes. He kneels behind Matty on the bed and sinks two fingers into his hole, avoiding his prostate. Matty whimpers when George adds a third finger, but he chokes on his little noises when George angles several firm strokes into his prostate and shifts so he can press his face into a pillow to muffle his whimpers. Before Matty can get too used to it, George removes his fingers and leans down to press a gentle kiss to Matty's shoulder and ask, "Ready, love?"

Matty nods. "Yeah, 'm ready. Fuck me, please."

"So polite," George murmurs, squeezing Matty's hip. "So sweet, so good for me, aren't you?"

Matty nods. "'m good," he promises.

Matty chokes on a sob when George sinks inside, but he's quick to urge George to keep moving. George fucks him slow at first, then gets a little faster and little rougher as Matty adjusts. When Matty reaches for his own cock, hard and neglected,  George wraps an arm around him and urges him to sit up so his back is against George's chest.

"You're gonna let me make you cum or you're not gonna cum," George says, tugging Matty's hand away.

Matty lets out another sob, but he nods, clinging to George's arm still wrapped around him and lets his head fall back against George's shoulder. He whines every time George hits his prostate and before long, he's begging George to touch him. George ignores Matty until he's properly crying and begging, desperately on the edge.

"Please," Matty chokes out. "Please touch me, George, please, please, please. I need it, please. Please."

"You poor thing," George murmurs in Matty's ear. "You're gonna cum just like this."

Matty doesn't respond, but he begins trying to follow George's thrusts with his own hips, and finally, with a particularly well placed thrust, he cums, crying out a little too loud for a hotel room. He slumps fully against George after that, exhausted, letting himself be used, until George cums, too.

George is gentle when he pulls out and helps Matty lay down, pressing another kiss to his shoulder and promising to be back soon before he goes to the bathroom for a towel to clean up. Matty protests when George leaves, and protests a bit more when George urges him to move a bit to clean up.

"You did so well," George murmurs when he lays back down with Matty, holding him close. "You were so good for me. How do you feel?"

"Like you love me," Matty responds quietly, the inverse of what he'd asked George for in the beginning.

"I do," George responds, smiling. "I really do."

[andydrysdalerogers]

The ABC's of Nick Vaughn - "W"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Previous: V ~ Voyer

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

W – Wet 

Saturdays were always busy.  After a bit of a lie in, with a satisfying wake up and then it was off to the races.  Saturday was cleaning/shopping/organizing day for you and Nick, always busy during the week.  The one rule was, no work on Sundays, so everything had to be done on Saturday. 

Dishes had to be your least favorite chore, after cleaning the bathroom.  But since Nick offered to always clean the bathroom, you were stuck with the dishes. You tried to keep up with them during the week but sometimes, your Saturdays have a few hours of kitchen duty.  

Headphones in, your favorite smutty book on and off you went.  Washing, drying, putting away. Cursing that you hadn’t invested in a dishwasher yet and vowing with your next bonus you would get one. You have a tub full of soapy water, soaking a baking dish when a pair of strong arms wrap around you and help your hands with the wash.  

“Nicky, you’re gonna splash me and I’m gonna get all wet,” you whined as he continued to “help” you.  

“I like it when you’re all wet,” he murmured in your ear, kissing the skin right below it gently.  

“Nick,” you moaned quietly. “Stop, I have to finish.”  

He didn’t stop, that bastard, and he dropped the plate into the water, splashing you, just as you predicted.  “Oops.”  

“Nicholas!” The front of your white shirt is now drenched.  Your nipples had pebbled from the wet and cold of the room. Nick could see the dark skin peeking through. 

“Oh baby, I’m sorry. Here let me help you get this off.” His hands drifted under the hem of your shirt and up your torso. His palms graced under your breasts, and you hummed at the sensation. He tweaked your nipples, and you groaned as he stiffened them further.  “Always so responsive to my touch, love,” he whispered. Desire pools down below as he doesn’t let up.  Finally, he grasps the hem and pulls over your shirt.  

“I bet you’re just as wet in your panties now, aren’t you?” You nod as his hand drifts down into your leggings. He gets into your panties and runs just one thick finger through your folds. “Oh baby, you’re soaked.”  

“Nicky,” you breathe as he plays with your pussy, not entering, just swiping all of your wetness around your lips and clit. “Fuck, baby, ahh.” He slides said finger in and slowly fucks you with it. 

“You like that? My dirty girl, just letting me finger fuck her in the kitchen. Can you be my good girl and moan for me?” He wraps his fist around your hair and yanks your head back so he can kiss your lips. He slips two more fingers in and pumps, hitting your sweet spot.  You break the kiss to moan out loud.  You feel so full, so drenched at the juices leaking out of you.  

You cry out as he circles his thumb around your clit and your orgasm crashes over you. “That’s it baby, fuck, my hand is soaked.” He removes his hand rapidly and spins you around.  He yanks the leggings off and then lifts you onto the counter.  You didn’t even notice that he had gotten his pants down far enough to release his cock and he plunges inside you.  

“Nicky, fuck, so full,” you cry.  

“That’s it, baby girl.  Fuck, taking me so well. It is almost wedding time but I think I could put a baby in there so you can be my baby mama when you walk down the aisle.”  His hips piston into you relentlessly.  All you could do was hang on and enjoy the rise.  The rise of another orgasm begins to build in your belly.  

“Nick, I’m gonna cum. So good,” you whine.  

“Let go baby. Cum on my cock.”  

With a scream of his name, you cum so hard, you squirt a little and Nick follows right behind. He slows and leans his forehead on your chest as you both try to breathe.  

“What has gotten into you baby?” You smooth out his sweat soaked hair.  

“I don’t know love, but I told you, I like you wet.” 

NEXT

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[ejunkiet]

electric feel.

still obsessed with @the-passenger-if and had to write a little post game smutty epilogue with my Newman (Blue) and Roach.

the passenger if: roach/nb!newman, rated mature, 18+

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"Reparations, right?"

"Yeah." Their breath catches as Blue twists their head to press a kiss against the soft skin of their wrist, trailing down to their elbow. Tasting them. Their sweat. The heat of them, beneath the skin. "Fuck. As much as I really… really like… this. You did promise me more."

--

electric feel

"You can feel this… can't you?"

The creature beneath them snorts, an obnoxious sound echoed by the flickers of amusement that radiate across the golden light of their core. Their energy ripples around them, a reflection of the way their skin prickles beneath Blue's touch, a shiver rising and falling like a wave.

Roach opens their mouth to speak - or, more realistically, to make a smart ass comment - and Blue cuts them off before they can start, pressing a soft, open mouth kiss against their throat.

"It'sssss-ahh, shit! It's ticklish!"

They're squirming beneath them, fingers wound tight in the blue strands of their hair, just enough to feel it, but not pull them away. Blue can feel the vibration of their heartbeat beneath their lips, a frantic pace matched by the ripples in their aura, sending rainbows of holographic colour across the room.

It's beautiful. Then again, everything about the creature before them is. They don't know how they never saw it before.

They set their teeth against Roach's skin, just enough for them to feel it, to send another cascade of sparks across their aura, before the grip in their hair tugs.

"You're teasing me, pet."

Blue glances up, eyes that are human and not meeting shining gold as a smirk twists Roach's lips, their fingers loosening in their grip until they can drop down to Blue's cheek, tracing the curve of it.

"You gonna make good on your promise?"

Blue tilts their head, holding that brilliant gaze. They could get lost in it. They have before.

"Reparations, right?"

"Yeah." Their breath catches as Blue twists their head to press a kiss against the soft skin of their wrist, trailing down to their elbow. Tasting them. Their sweat. The heat of them, beneath the skin. "Fuck. As much as I really… really like… this. You did promise me more."

"You like my mouth on you." Another shiver ripples across them, their breath coming faster as Blue presses another soft kiss to the inside of their elbow, before following it with their tongue. Roach is vibrating with energy, excitement, tinged with a dangerous thrill. "You like me tasting you."

Blue allows their hand to travel lower, playing with the waistband of Roach's ancient sweats. Everything about their wardrobe was falling apart. They would fix that, tomorrow. Or the day after. They have six months before they're back on the road, after all.

"Can I taste you here?"

Roach's hips jerk at the question. "Fuck, you already know the answer to that."

"But I want to hear you say it."

Their golden eyes have turned dark, swallowed under the weight of their pupils, and they shift their hips, as if they want to close the distance, but aren't willing to take that final step.

It isn't their price to pay, after all.

"Yeah. Yeah, I want that." They're breathless as they say it, and their cheeks are flushed, but that doesn't stop the smirk that makes its way onto their lips. "You can do that thing I like to do to you."

A flood of heat rushes through them, and Blue's fingers curl into their waistband. "The thing you wouldn't have done to a virgin?"

Roach flashes them a shit-eating grin, smugly proud of themselves even as their cheeks burn. "Yeah. That."

They squirm again, lifting their hips just a little as they hold Blue's gaze, and they're so needy. "Come on, pet. Show me what you can do."

They were never one to back down from a challenge.

Slipping their fingers further down their abdomen, they take off Roach's sweatpants in one swift movement, revealing the planes of their warm, naked skin, and fuck.

They dip down low, brushing their nose along their inner thigh as they breathe them in, the excitement of their arousal sweet on the air. "No underwear?"

"I knew I was seeing you." Their voice is barely more than a whisper as they tilt their hips, letting their legs fall apart to create a little more room. Blue slides into the space, wrapping their hands around their hips, holding them down as they jerk again.

Holding their gaze, Blue leans forward, closing the distance between them as they swipe their tongue across them, tasting them. Their colours swirl, flashing bright as energy sparks across their aura, and they moan, loud, golden eyes squeezing shut.

"Fuck, pet."

A smirk curls their lips as Blue watches, absorbing every moment of their pleasure before they get to work, using their hands and mouth to take Roach apart, again and again, until they're a sweaty, gasping mess. It's the least they can do.

[juice-plums]

Andre Lee x reader: Nicotine Air

(smutty)

Y/n was in the bathroom of Cognito Inc on the toilet the bathroom that would fit two people she heavily puffs onto her vape pen Y/n’s favorite one the jolly rancher it tasted just like them Jr wanted them to go see the lizard people again and Y/n was freaking out her vape pen was calming her down

Andre Lee popped his head in the bathroom They stared at each other as Y/n blew some smoke out Andre smiles

“I’m sorry I thought I locked it did you need it?”

“No Just thought I find you here you left pretty fast at the meeting today”

he responded walking in and sneakily locking the door sitting right next to her surprised the toilet can fit two people she took another hit it was hairs blowing the smoke everywhere Andre watched her lips releasing the smoke then he took her pen

“What flavor?” He asks Y/n turned to him and scratches her elbow “It’s Jolly rancher” She responds Andre took a hit and blew it out he was a professional of smoking he smoked way stronger drugs than what she did

“Are you nervous about the meeting?” he asks in an soft voice

“Yeah” She says leaning back against the toilet Andre chuckles

“It’s not like you to get scared…what?”

“you are not forced to do something you don’t want to do I always say what I don’t want to do and still get force to do it”

“Yeah I’m way more privileged than you in this industry”

They stare at each other Andre blew some smoke The tiny room was getting foggy like some sort of hot boxing the air was getting an sexy atmosphere Y/n bites her lip leaning into Andre while blowing out smoke and kisses his lips sharing the flavor air

Y/n moans into mouth deepening the kiss air flowing out Andre drops the pen pulling Y/n onto his lap squeezing her bum Slipping his tongue in her mouth she tangles her finger in his hair grinding on his crotch

Pulling him to the tile floor Andre squeezed her chest making her yelp He leaves trails of kisses down her neck unbuttoning her shirt She helps taking off her skirt showing her stockings and panties Andre chuckles looking at her up down at her matching set

“did you get like this for me? did you know I would come in here and check up on you?”

She giggles kissing his chin

“kind of I’ve been dreaming about you devouring,taking control over me…but we were in a castle”

Andre chuckles taking off his suit shirt showing scrawny body his crocs were off he then took off his pants and….

“You’re Not wearing underwear??!!!” She looked damn for a scrawny man he sure was packin Andre chuckles and nods

“mmhm and all for you” Andre grabs the pen taking a big puff he holds his penis in his hand as a little cream colored bead comes out from the tip She spreads her legs Andre pulls her panties to the side

“Please be gentle This is my first ti-AHH!”

Andre enters Y/n’s fresh pussy drool falling down her mouth he groans feeling her clench around his cock making room for him Y/n grips his shoulders Andre rests his forehead on hers going balls deep with a pap sound

Y/n kisses his mouth her face scrunched sweat falling from her forehead Andre holds himself up his hands on both side of Y/n’s head and starts to slowly thrust she brought her hand to her mouth to conceal her grunts and squeals of pain

That did not stop Andre he lowly moans watching his penis going in and out of her the sight made his Penis twitch inside her She squeals her eyes rolling in the back of her head the pit in her stomach hurt she looked there was a lump going up in her stomach then The sensation was changing she began to moan

“Andre Fasterr!!~” she moans wrapping her legs around him Andre grins and began to thrust faster he takes a swift breath with every thrust Y/n screams as her juices leaked from her pussy as Andre rams into her cervix she hopes someone will come in and sees the slut she is making of herself

“Y/n keep clenching like that around me-Ah!~ you’re gonna milk me dry”

“gahhhhhh!~~~ Andre cum in my fucking pussy oooooohhh!!~~ I love it so muchh” She screams Andre grabs her neck and force french kiss her Y/n tugs his hair making Andre Grunt and smack her thighs

“Yeah I’m gonna coat your Fucking womb make it so full of my cum” grabbing a fistful of her hair Y/n began to see white and see stars

“Andre!!!” She yells cumming Andre thrust at a inhuman speed while she came as he came inside her Y/n screams in ecstasy feeling his cum travel inside her Andre pulls out a slight pop sound and his semen leaks out of her

Andre gets beside her and she lays by his side

“There I was your stress reliever” Andre cheekily smiles Y/n slaps his chest playfully though She takes the pen and blew in some smoke then puffs out Passing it to Andre putting the pen to his lips.

•I don’t condone Vaping

[toloveawarlord]

At Your Service (Ch. 1)

You can find my masterlist in my bio!

My first Ikevamp post! This isn’t even one of the 13 ocs that I talked about before. She’s completely new but is anyone really surprised?

Tagging @plumpblueberry for supporting Ophelia and all her future fun times with the vampires.

This entire series is going to come with a big NSFW warning!

Warnings: Smut toward the end! (It’s Arthot, what else did you expect?)

The door closed firmly in her face by the butler had just barely missed her nose. One minute, maybe not even that long. She had been turned away before getting more than a few sentences out. The master of the house refused to see her, instead sending his attendant to kick her out. Ophelia blinked, hand lingering on the doorknob to the main entrance. Leaving without even being heard left her wounded.

Her qualifications were most impressive. It should have given her the edge, despite the ad specifying a male for the position. All attempts to find a new job had come to a screeching halt. Her previous employer having blacklisted her for wishing to leave him. If she could get someone to listen to her side and give her a solid chance…

“Well, hello there, little bird,” A voice called out to her, approaching from the main gate. The moon illuminated his silhouette in silver light. He strode up to her, seemingly going to walk straight into her.

Ophelia hit the wooden door with her back, golden eyes gazing up at the sparkling blue eyes curiously inspecting her features with a wicked grin. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a switch flickered with danger, yet she could not bring herself to move her legs. The girl completely enthralled in him.

Arthur peered down at her, thoughtfully wondering how long she could last before bolting for the front gate. “You smell utterly delicious, dear maid,” he continued, sliding a gloved finger up her throat to lift her chin higher. “Hair pinned perfectly away, exposing your lovely neck.”

His manner of speaking threw her off guard.

“Are you going to be our new little toy?”

Ophelia found herself gaining back control of her senses at his question. Dejection pouring over her like a cold bucket of water. “No, Monsieur. It seems I am ill qualified to work here. The Master of the house would not even speak directly to me.” If she’d met him, shown him what her capabilities were, then he would have most certainly changed his mind.

“How unfortunate,” He mused, finger still stroking her neck affectionately. Her blood calling to him, though he’d already fed earlier in the evening. Arthur held her captive with his inquisitive gaze, a thrilling idea coming to his lips. “How would you fancy working for me? I would gladly take a personal little maid like yourself. I vow to take very good care of you.”

His offer took a moment to sink in. “Are you making fun of me?” She couldn’t fathom him being the master of the house, so would it be in his realm of power to give her a position like that? Could this man be so cruel as to tug at her soul with those words only to tear it away from her?

Arthur twisted a curl of her black hair between his index finger and thumb, bringing the lock up to his lips to kiss it. “Oh, not at all. It is the sincerest of offers to you, miss maid.” The amount of fun he could have with this one washed him in anxious anticipation. She must say yes. The craving in her golden irises was utterly delectable.

The girl clasped both her hands around his, the lock falling from his grasp. “Yes, please, allow me to take the position. I will do anything that asked of me.”

His lips quirked upward. “That’s what I like to hear.” Carefully lifting her trembling hands up, he brushed a kiss across her knuckles. It would be such a shame not to get a taste of her after how desperately she had been silently begging for it. Her repertoire must have included being a service maid. The clear longing for someone to serve etched deep within her being.

The interior of the mansion nearly took her breath away. Immaculately clean and polished to the brim. Ophelia kept pace just behind him, slightly to the right. “May I ask you a question?” She pipped up, inspecting the grandeur around her.

“Whatever is on your mind, little maid.” Arthur took a key from his breast pocket to unlock his quarters.

Ophelia stood in the open doorway, quizzically inspecting the room that he’d entered. A large enough room that cleaning it would take a least a day from top to bottom. An agenda forming in her head of what she could do to spruce up the space. “What would you like me to call you?” Calling him a general title didn’t feel right to her.

Master and maid was an intimate relationship.

“Ah yes, Arthur is perfectly acceptable,” he answered, taking her hand to lead her in so the door could be firmly shut. It would be quite disappointing if anyone where to interrupt his fun. “And your name?” While nicknames could prove to be effective in earning her loyalty, slipping in her real name at precise moments would be useful.

“Ophelia, Maître Arthur.” The girl gave a slight curtsey yet never broke eye contact.

The sound of her calling him master brought him intense joy. How easily it had fallen from her lips, no hesitation in admitting that she was submitting herself to him. His tongue trailed over his fangs, the thirst for her growing exponentially stronger.

“A fetching name for a lovely bird.” Arthur restrained his intent to devour her for the moment. Playing with his meal made it all the more appetizing. Gesturing a hand out to the stack of papers and books strewn across the room, he gave her the first task. “I’ll be working at my desk, but you can start by replacing these books on the shelf and steadying these papers, yes?”

Her expression lit up with anticipation, eager to start before he’d barely finished speaking. “Of course! I won’t disturb you.” Waiting patiently for him to settle at the large desk, the girl set to work. The books were categorized by author making it a simple job to replace them to their proper spot upon the shelf.

The stacks of papers had drawn her attention. Some crumpled up in the floor, having not quite made it to the trashcan. Ophelia couldn’t stop herself from scanning the top page of the largest stack. Scanning the words hastily written across with elegant script, the name scribbled across the very bottom caught her attention. “Curious,” she muttered.

The name read as Arthur Conan Doyle. A famous novelist from Britain if her memory served her. He’d gained quite the ground in literature, especially the mystery ones with that strange Holmes detective. She’d mused the question before realizing, “Are you a fan of the novelist?”

These were hand written, so could it be that he could be trying to immolate the writer?

“Something to that effect,” Arthur answered, hunched over at the desk. How did she know that? A question that he would pursue at another time. Pushing up his glasses with his index finger, watchful blue eyes were trained on her. He couldn’t break the news in this moment. He couldn’t judge how she would react, and that would put a damper on his plans should she want to leave.

Ophelia had become transfixed on the work in her hands, carefully reading over each word and engrossing herself in the story. Her honest expressions drew him in, the last of Arthur’s self-control fizzling out. Something so delicious innocently awaiting to be caught.

Snatching the paper from her, Arthur reveled in her surprised reaction. “I’m terribly thirsty,” he admitted, hands on her waist to guide her up against the dresser nearest them. With her back to him, the mirror atop would give her a full view of what was to come.

Her stillness with bated breaths only pushed her further into his grasp.

Arthur dipped his head down, tracing his tongue over her exposed neck. He had waited long enough to get a taste. Their eyes met, equally mirroring anticipation for his next move. The girl had yet to pull away, either out of obedience or curiosity.

A soft gasp fell from her lips as his fangs sank down into her tender skin. Her hands gripped the edge of the dresser, steadying her swaying body. Ophelia watched through half lidded eyes. The pain dull, replaced by a warm euphoria spreading over.

With one arm securely around her waist, Arthur licked the blood off the bite marks. “Even sweeter than I imagined.” Worth waiting for after all.

Ophelia blinked slowly, eyes hazed over with a fog of pleasure. Her mind unable to wrap around what had happened to her. In an awkward turn, she twisted in his arms, hands wrapped in the lapels of his jacket. The words couldn’t form in her mouth. Questions stacked upon questions. Instead of any of those, she whispered a plea so soft that Arthur barely heard her. “Do that again.”

The heat that had overtaken her began to fade, and she craved to have it back.

“Again? Needy little bird, aren’t we?” Despite his words, Arthur would gladly take another sip from her. Emotions can fuel the taste of human blood to be sweet or bitter, and the more she wanted it, the sweeter her taste would become.

Her strength waning, she leaned her forehead against his chest. “It’s all very unclear,” she muttered, dazed from the event to the point of nothing making any sense to her. Still, gathering her desire as best she could, Ophelia found a coherent sentence. “If you wish me to be your maid, then proper training is required.” The words hardly felt like her own, coming from a part of her that she was unfamiliar with.

How could he argue? A willing participant handing over their entire being. The temptation too much for him to resist. And how he would enjoy bringing her to the edge of oblivion over and over again. Her days at the mansion would be indefinite.

Easily lifting her to sit atop the dresser, Arthur stripped off his gloves. “A pleaser, I see.”

“Isn’t that my main purpose? Serving a master with delight?”

Lightly chuckling, the novelist didn’t have a counter argument. He pushed her torso back against the mirror, pulling her hips forward to the edge of the dresser. A human so eager to have him play with her. The strange turn of events bringing the vampire the excitement he had been missing. “I suppose.”

A shiver tingled up her body at his touch.

“But in this household, you’ll serve with your entire being.”

Golden eyes locked onto the demanding blue ones, seeking absolute attention.

“Mind.” He lifted her leg to place a delicate kiss on her knee.

“Soul.” Trailing his free hand up her thigh, her skirt crinkled up around her waist, baring her skin.

Arthur traced his fingertips over her warm skin, enjoying the show of the girl unraveling before him. Her palms flat on the dresser, submission to his whims written across her. No attempts to stop the actions. His little bird openly accepting his touch without any hints of fear.

“And especially…body.” Feather light traces of his fingertips across her thigh slid up to the band of her panties. He hooked his index finger under the band, snapping it against her skin, causing her to jump in surprise. “You’ll come to see that we require special services that you aren’t familiar with. But, don’t fret, little one, I’ll patiently and thoroughly teach you each and every detail that you need to know. Until you’re only reacting on pure instinct.”

Ophelia’s breath caught in her throat as Arthur peppered kisses against her inner thigh. Fangs scraping lightly on the skin but not piercing. “Yes.”

“Stay still,” Arthur ordered, spiraling into his own state of bliss. He couldn’t fathom how the girl had been turned away. It would be messy if their secret were to be revealed but with the right amount of attention and training, she could be incredibly useful.

His fangs sank down into the sensitive skin. Blue eyes flickered up to observe her melt into the abyss of sheer pleasure. Her hips wiggled, aching for more.

Ophelia knew what role maid’s played with men like him. They were all the same. Nothing mattered in their world, consequences did not exist. Whether married or single, their wealth placed them above all others. Maids were made to be played with when the whim arose.

Many times, it came with pain and misery, but the girl sought a place to belong.

She craved the attention that serving a household could give her.

Arthur could have drunk every last drop of her, and he believed she might have let him. But where was the fun in that? Gently pushing her knees apart as far as they could go, he placed sloppy kisses up to her clothed core. “Are you still with me, little maid?”

His question returned with a whimper of desperation.

Ophelia could not process any thoughts. Her consciousness under a deep fog of desire, like having a drug coursing through her.

Lapping his tongue over her clit, he chuckled at her impatient whine. Arthur could have held her there for hours, playing with her until she was a quivering mess. “We’ve got plenty of time for that,” He muttered to himself, hooking his index fingers under the band of her panties.

Without any instructions, her hips lifted high enough to allow him to slide them off and toss them somewhere haphazardly behind them.

Arthur stroked three fingers down her slick folds testing her wetness before dipping them into her core. The girl rocked her hips forward searching for more stimulation. “Hold your skirt up. It’s blocking my lovely view.”

Shaky hands crumpled the material within her fists, pulling it up to expose all of her lower body.

“That’s a good girl,” He said, tongue tracing over his lips. Her promise to do anything at all echoed in his mind, feeding so many delicious ideas. Arthur used his free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, the strands that had slipped out of her clip.

Her cheeks were flushed with crimson red, mouth slightly parted, begging for his lips to touch hers. Golden eyes casting needy desire from under her fluttering lashes.

Arthur leaned forward, close enough to feel her breaths on his lips. “Sing for me, little bird,” he whispered, swiping his thumb across her sensitive clit, bringing a jolt up her body. "Work for it. Make yourself cum on my fingers," he said, curling his fingers within her core with each slow menstruation. Ophelia rocked her hips forward, losing all control of her existence outside of this moment. The dresser creaked under her, matching in time with her gaspy breaths. The closer she came to her release, the sloppier her movements became. "Please-" Her first coherent word since he'd drawn her into a state of need for pleasure. It fell from her lips softly, pleading for his assistance. No matter how much she tried, nothing was enough. "Sing for me, Ophelia," Arthur demanded, picking up the slack in movements by pumping his fingers quickly and rubbing her clit hard with his other hand. Hearing her name for the first time in tandem with his loving voice sent her spiraling. Moans spilled from her mouth, legs trembling as her orgasm overtook her. "Maître Arthur-" over and over she breathlessly muttered his name like a prayer. Arthur chuckled, soaking up the satisfied expression on her features. "I'm going to have so much fun with you." A wicked smirk grew on his lips as she tugged his hand up to her mouth. Ophelia slid her tongue over his wet fingers, tasting her own juices. Her warm mouth sucking tenderly on his digits, eyes focused up on him. She slid her tongue over her lips, swiping the last bit of sweetness into her mouth. "What else can I do for you, Maître Arthur?" "I've got some ideas, little maid." Arthur could keep her all to himself after the night he had planned for her. Although, it would be most entertaining to watch her succumb to the others. A thought for another time. For tonight, he had her entirely to himself.

Another Oc in the books! Next will be Ophelia facing the real master of the house [Insert smirk emoji here]

[aizawasbrazybaby]

Killer!Aizawa x Black Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Soft Daddy/Dom Male, Bratty Female, Murder, Slight gor, Anal, Rimming (f. Receiving), Spanking, Pet names (ex. Baby, princess), hair pulling (fem.), Possessive!Aizawa

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A/N: Hey my loves! I’m so proud of myself for actually posting every week this month. Definitely gonna try again in June. Oh! You’re a goat if you understand the reference of this story. Enjoy this smutty mess ʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ

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Run, Devil, Run!

“Only one more round then you have to go. If he catches us he’ll kill you for sure.”

The stranger chuckled, huffing at the statement, “Oh no, my ass, he’s gonna beat it. We’ll see when he gets here.”

You straddled him with your legs and fingered through his hair. Kisses dotted down his firey chest. You plopped on his dick, pussy still gushing with his cum.

“Hold on, what was your name?” he bit at your bottom lip.

“Who cares just fuck me.”

Wrapping your arms around his head he pulled your waist down. Pounding your cunt aggressively. You pulled his spiraled locks sloppily kissing the man.

“Feel so good baby,” he said stroking your plush thighs.

“Baby huh?” foot steps crept to the top step of the hayloft, “you must be mistaken.”

Aizawa fisted your hair back till you were looking up at him. He carefully wiped the questionable liquids from your mouth before pecking your pretty lips.

“My princess is not your baby. This pussy your fucking belongs to me. She belongs to me.”

“Why are you h-home early?” you questioned went all but answered.

“Old man,” he smirked, “your bitch invited me over to have fun, so are you gonna keep complaining or let me get my nut.”

Aizawa tied his hair back smiling from ear to ear, “my bitch? Hm. I’ll give you a five…no two minutes headstart.”

“Shit,” you hopped up, “get the fuck out of here he has a gun!”

“One minute and twenty seconds left.”

“Go!!” You had to push him down the stairs out the front door with his clothes in hand.

You watched as he jogged through the open field. Aizawa checked his watch pulling a shot gun from the closet.

“C’mon daddy at least give the guy another minute,” you giggled tailing behind Aizawa.

He lifted the shotgun aiming the barrel at the back of the stranger. A usual pop had your ears ringing. You skipped to the fresh corpse passing other skeletal remains.

“What a pity, bastard was a cute,” you whispered to yourself.

“Princess I’m starting to think you like being punished,” Aizawa pet where he previously pulled your hair.

“You cheated Shōta! We agreed each of them get a five minute headstart.”

Ahh, the game. Where one significant other, well let’s be honest it always you, brings home an outsider and fucks them till they’re saying a whole lot of nothing.

Getting them out safely without the other knowing results in a win. However if you’re caught, you know the rest.

You stripped naked, grumpy and burning with aggravation . Your stomach rested in his lap.

“C’mon you big baby no one likes a sore loser,” his large hand came down on your ass.

“Two,” you counted, teeth gritted together.

Your short nails stabbed into Aizawa’s thigh. Leaving fresh marks near the healed ones. His painful strikes pissed you off simultaneously had you turned on.

“Last one,” this slap harder than the last two. Your scream was short and high in pitch. A prepped towel cleaned your pussy of the last man who was inside.

Summer Walker played from your tv. His favorite way to intensify the mood. He put your hands behind your back and cuffed them. Your face smashed into some pillows with your ass high in the air.

Aizawa’s hands clasped your ass. Slobbery tongue coating your puckered hole in his spit. Too drunk on lust to realize his cock being pumped into his palm.

His tip tapped your ass before stretching you completely. Digits squishing and kneading your soft tits.

“Nah uh,” he pulled your head up following your gaze, “no toys during punishment.”

“Want more in me,” you whined, “please daddy-”

He slapped your ass sealing his answer. One thing about that man when it came to punishing you he was ruthless. Hurting you in the most pleasurable way. Call it what you want but you two twisted fucks were made for each other.

His balls slapped against your wet cunt. A thinning line of cum dropped to the sheets. Grabbing the chain between the cuffs he sunk deeper in you. Cum messily squirted in and on your ass. Hot and runny.

“Gotta be quicker than that princess,” he set your hands free.

You rolled your eyes, “still cheated.”

“He disrespected my baby how else did you expect me to react?” he gave a lazy shrug pulling you closer.

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Listen to this smutty thought of the day.

Our beloved Benji watches you fuck yourself with a toy to the beat of a metronome speeding it up every so often with the challenge of not finishing until he says so. (A friend just tried it, she failed.)

Holy fucking shit, I'm so sorry to everyone, this is going to be..... uh....ummmm

WARNING: BEN BARNES SMUT BELOW THE CUT. I WARNED YOU. IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF YOU READ PAST THIS POINT I AM WARNING YOU THIS IS ME WARNING YOU.

"Benjamin." You gasp, desperate to convey your emotions to him, to beg him to understand what you're feeling, what you're going through because of him.

"Right here, my love, you look stunning like this."

You shudder out a breath. The 'like this' he was referring to, involved you, naked on your bed, slowly pumping the toy you'd been keeping in your undergarment drawer, into you, to the beat of the metronome on his phone. He'd found it on accident, after asking you for condoms.

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He'd pulled it out of the drawer with a interested look on his face.

"And what do we have here?"

You'd giggled, "I'm sure you know what a sex toy looks like, Ben."

His face had taken on a contemplative look, before morphing into one you knew to be very dangerous, especially concerning bedroom activities.

"Why don't we play a game, love?"

You'd pouted, from your barely clothed position on the bed, sighing as he'd come to lie beside you, the toy still in hand- one modelled after a moderately sized penis, one that couldn't compare to your boyfriend's.

He waits patiently, dragging patterns onto your stomach, waiting for you to inquire further.

He's so pretty when he's playful, you can't even resist him.

"What kind of game do you have in mind?" You ask.

He grins and leans down to kiss your collarbones, and the space above your breasts.

"Get comfortable for me, take everything off."

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You're not going to last with this game he's playing. Making you pleasure yourself in time to the ticking from his phone. He kisses your cheek, encouraging you to keep going, telling you how well you're doing for him. He speeds up the pace, and waits until you're whining, pleading with him for mercy, to slow down once more.

"Benjamin, please." You gasp.

He grins, leaning forward to drag his lips over your cheek. You feel the scratch of his facial hair on your skin and your body tingles in response.

"Such a pretty thing, aren't you?" He whispers into your ear.

You let out a small cry, keeping in beat with the slow ticking, feeling the sensations overwhelm you.

"Are you going to cum?" He asks, biting down on his bottom lip.

"No." You grit.

"No?" He teases.

"No, sir." You sigh.

"Well that's no fun." He says, placing kisses on the lobe of your ear, trailing his mouth lower, until you understand, fast ticking or slow ticking, you can cum from his voice alone.

"Don't you want to cum for me, love?"

You whine.

"Not without your permission."

He places a gentle kiss below your hear, followed up by a fiercer kiss, letting his teeth catch on your skin.

"Do you really need my permission that much? Wouldn't it be better if you just let go?"

You hear the tick of the metronome increase.

"No sir, I need your permission to cum."

A deep laugh, and your thighs begin to tremble.

"What would you like if you win?" He asks, nudging his nose against your cheek, exacerbating your need, "Would you like me to take you somewhere on a quiet vacation? Maybe to a lovely beach where we can watch the waves together?"

His voice is distracting you from the ticking of the metronome and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus.

"B-Ben please." You plead.

He laughs, kissing the base of your neck, and speeding up the metronome even more.

Oh fuck you're so close and you can hardly keep your head on straight anymore.

"Sir- Ben- Benjamin- ahh."

"Yes love? Gonna cum without my permission?" The ticking slows and you're able to catch your breath.

"No, sir." You sigh.

"I wonder what's going to happen when you lose?" He raises a hand to swirl a long finger around your nipple, flicking occasionally at the sensitive bud. His lazy, unconcerned, taunting nature, manages to make you so much hotter for him.

"Maybe you'll have to wear whatever I tell you to for a week." He laughs at the possibilities.

The metronome speeds up again, but to a decent, moderate pace that you can allow yourself to feel without too much worry. The problem is that he's still talking in your ear, pushing you into bliss with his voice alone.

"You're really beautiful like this, love, all naked and hot and desperate."

You try to turn to look at him, but he buries his head into your neck, laying small kisses over your skin.

"And you are desperate, aren't you? I don't think your pretty body could take any more."

The metronome holds firm, but his voice in your ear is what's about to undo you.

"I'll definitely punish you with a spanking if you cum," he hums in thought, "Or maybe my hand around your neck would teach you a lesson."

You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut, your pace quickens beyond the metronome's tick.

"I bet you're dripping for me, can't wait to get my mouth on you."

The reminder of how lethal his tongue is, is too erotic to overlook. Your eyes squeeze shut as you lose control of your body, coming hard around the toy with a cry of his name. It's so good, his voice in your ear as you cum, and you take a moment to catch your breath before turning to look at him.

He raises his head and tilts yours to kiss you. He moans into your mouth, his tongue teasing you easily.

When he pulls back, it's with a wide grin that makes you almost want to shrink away.

"You lose." He says simply, before you feel his fingers wrap securely around your throat.

"Time to beg."

[marvelous-harry]

mommy kink anon here! i was thinking about something smutty, maybe some pegging, id love to read what you do with that! xx

+ mommy kink with breastfeeding please!! + Needy h waking reader up and and begging to be full

Good Morning. Harry/Fem!Reader Words: 2.1K Warnings: Mommy!Kink, Sub!Harry, MummyDom!Fem!Reader Summary: After a very nice dream, Harry wakes up very horny and needy.

Letting out a little sigh as I reached up to rub my eyes, I did a big yawn and a stretch before opening my eyes and looking down at Harry. Running my fingers through his hair, I reached for my phone while holding him close.

Harry was suckling on one of my breasts with his eyes closed while he held on loosely to my other boob with his hand.

“You’re awake early, baby,” I whispered as I saw the time on my phone. “Did you have a bad dream?” I asked as he whimpered again. Watching as Harry let my boob go as he shifted on the bed, I smirked as I felt his hard cock graze my thigh.

“Mummy,” he moaned while moving closer to me, rolling his against my thigh as he let out cute little moans.

“Ahh, I see. You didn’t have a bad dream. You had a very good dream,” I teased while stroking my hand down his chest till I got to his cock.

“Mmm, it was about you,” Harry said while looking up at me. I smiled as I could see how lost he was in his subspace, his pupils wide and his eyes looking right at me.

As I moved over on my side, I propped my head up on my arm while I kept stroking his cock slowly. “Tell me about your dream,”

Harry squirmed, his hands fidgeting on his stomach as he tried to resist touching himself. “We were in LA I think and you were playing with me, Mummy,” he explained slowly.

I hummed and let go of his cock, stroking his chest instead. “How was I playing with you, baby?” I asked, smiling when Harry grabbed my hand, holding it with one hand while running his fingers over my lines, knuckles, and bumps. I also noticed how his legs had spread slightly.

“Do I have to say?” Harry asked quietly before pulling his bottom lip in and biting down on it. I cocked my head slightly, my eyebrows furrowing. “Why don’t you want to tell me? You know you can tell Mummy everything,” I told him.

Harry blushed and dropped my hand so he could rub his eyes and cover his face. “Cause you’ll get ideas and tease me, and you tease me enough already,” he pouted.

“Baby!” I pulled his hands down and stroked his cheek. “Tell mummy how she played with you in your dream,” We looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Harry whimpered, turned over on his side so he could press his face down into the pillow, partially hiding his face.

“Was in the living room,” Harry started quietly as he closed his eyes. I kept silent as I reached down to stroke his bum softly, smirking as he instinctively spread his legs more and pushed back into my hand.

“I was so hard, Mummy, but you wouldn’t let me touch or anything. And you kept touching yourself while I was begging you to let me do it but you wouldn’t,” Harry whimpered. “But I really wanted to, it wasn’t fair, I was asking really nicely too,” he pouted.

“I’m sure you were, baby,” I smiled. “Is this when you woke up?” I asked.

Harry shook his head. “No, Mumma, not yet,” he licked his lips and brought up one of his legs more as I stroked my fingers over his crack. “Y-you made me fuck you with your dick. And I did, was a good boy and made you cum. Mummy, please,” he whimpered as he rolled over completely on his stomach and stuck his bum in the air.

“It makes Mummy so happy to know you were a good boy for her even in your dreams,” I told him as I pressed a finger over his hole. “And that Mummy doesn’t even have to be awake to make you a whimpering, leaky little boy,” The loud whine Harry let out went straight to my pussy, making me even wetter.

“Please, Mummy, want you to fuck me, please! I’ve been a good boy for so long and I didn’t touch myself even though I really wanted to and I didn’t wake you up, I waited like a good boy,” Harry rambled, spreading his legs further apart.

Easing a finger in, I was surprised to feel how open Harry was after our little play session last night. “Must’ve fucked you good for you to be this open still,” I smirked as I pulled back, ignoring the loud whines from Harry.

“Please, so empty. Want you inside me, please Mumma,” he begged as he looked back at me. I patted his back as I got off the bed and headed over to our little dresser. Opening the top drawer, I looked inside with a grin. I had quite a selection of dildos to pick from. Grabbing my favorite harness, a dark purple faux leather one, I was about to reach for a dildo when I heard Harry coming over.

“Mummy? Can I help you put it on? Please?” He asked sweetly as he dropped to his knees, looking up at me even sweeter. I smiled and ruffled his hair before shaking my head.

“No, baby. You just keep your hands to yourself and look pretty,” I told him, grinning as his face dropped, looking very disappointed. “Don’t look so sad when Mummy’s about to fuck you, darling. If you want to help so bad, you can go get a bottle of lube and get on your back on the bed,”

Harry got up right away and rushed to do as he’d been told while I turned back to the selection of dildos and grabbed one of our medium sized ones. Putting it into the harness and securing it, I slipped my legs through the holes, pulling it up to my hips.

“You look so pretty, Mumma,” Harry said as he looked at me from the bed. Wrapping my fingers around the dildo, I gave it a few strokes before walking over to the bed while securing the harness properly.

Harry’s cock twitched against his stomach when he moaned - watching me as I got closer to him with wide eyes. “Faster, please,” he begged, his hand moving for his cock before he caught himself and grabbed onto the bed instead.

Settling on my knees, pressed right up against his crotch, I leaned over him and grabbed his face so I could kiss him fast and hard.

“Please, I need you,” Harry whispered against my lips as he lifted up his legs to his chest. “I don’t want to wait anymore, please,”

Giving his cheek a little kiss, I pushed his head to the side before moving my lips down his neck. Finding a nice little spot, I swiped my tongue over it before putting my teeth gently to his skin and started sucking gently while biting him softly.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned while wrapping his hands around me, digging his fingers into my back. Smirking, I sucked a little harder before biting down on his skin with more force, dragging my teeth over the forming mark before pulling away.

“That should bruise very nicely. Want everyone to see you mine,” I told him as I reached for the lube.

“Mmm, yours, mummy,” Harry licked his lips as he reached up and pressed down on his new hickey.

Pouring some lube onto the dildo, I rubbed it in before putting a little more lube onto my fingers. Bringing my hand down between us, I circled my fingers around his hole. “You ready?” I asked while looking at him.

“Yes! Please, I’m ready, been ready for so long, please,” Harry said loudly, trying to push back onto my fingers.

“You really sure? Like really really sure?” I asked while moving one finger over his hole and pushing ever so slightly.

Harry let out a little sob as he nodded. “Mummy, please!” he cried. “I’m ready, I promise, please. Need you,”

Taking pity on him, I slid two of my fingers into him gently. “There we go, that’s better isn’t it?” I moved my fingers back and forth slowly, spreading them slightly as I did. He looked so breathtakingly beautiful like this. All spread out. Looking so trusting, free, relaxed. Like my Harry.

Pulling my fingers out, I double-checked that the dildo was still well enough lubed up before grasping it. Lining it up with Harry’s hole, I made eye contact with him as I started to slowly push in.

“Fucking, fuck,” Harry moaned as he squeezed his eyes shut and put his hands over his head, pushing on the wall to steady himself. Biting my lip as I pulled back just a little, I moaned as I pushed back in - the tight harness rubbing against my clit so so nicely.

Moving so that I had my hands on either side of him, I hissed as Harry attached his mouth to one of my nipples while fondling my other boob eagerly. “S’ a good boy. Taking Mummy’s cock so well,” I moaned, snapping my hips back and forth.

“Love your cock, Mumma,” Harry mumbled as he moved his mouth over to my other nipple, giving it the same love as the other one.

Putting my hands on his chest, I pushed his head back on the bed so I could straighten up a bit as I started to pound into him quickly. I was so close to cumming, I just needed a little more friction on my aching clit.

“Can I cum, please? Please, need to cum,” Harry begged as the speed and the force behind my thrusts got faster and stronger.

“You know the rules, baby. Mummy cums first,” I panted, giving him a slight smirk as he grabbed onto his legs, holding the spread open for me as I let my eyes close. God, I was so close. Holding onto Harry’s hips tightly, I did one hard thrust, grinding my pussy against the harness - moving the dildo even further into Harry as I finally came with a breathy moan.

“Fuck,” I chuckled as I opened my eyes again and looked down at Harry. His cock was dripping and looked so hard, desperate for some touch and release. “Come here,” I said and leaned down, meeting him halfway before pulling him into a hard, needy kiss.

“You want to cum, baby boy?” I asked as I started moving my hips slowly again. “Fuck, yes, mummy, please,” Harry replied quickly before giving me another kiss. “Please,”

I straightened back up again, grasping his hips tightly once more. “Alright, you can touch yourself,” I told him while I started to fuck him fast, hard and deep again.

Harry’s hand had moved to his cock as soon as the words had come out of my mouth, moving his hand fast as he moaned and whined.

“Gonna cum for mummy, baby? Look so pretty with mummy’s dick in you,” I panted as I made sure to thrust in as deep as I could every time.

“Mumma!” Harry gasped loudly as he arched up into his hand and shot his cum all over his chest.

I continued to do a few smaller, slower thrusts as Harry let go off his cock and dropped his legs down on the bed, resting over my thighs. “Good boy,” I murmured as I started to gently pull out of him. I stroked his thigh as he whimpered and whined. “Shhh, it’s okay,” I told him softly. Shuffling off the bed, I quickly loosened the harness and let it slide down before I got back up on the bed.

Crawling over to Harry, I kissed him softly while pressing down on his hickey with my thumb. “I love you, baby,” I whispered against his lips while stroking his cheek. “Love you, mummy,” Harry said sleepily back. “Nap?” he asked between our little kisses. “It’s like 9 in the morning,” I laughed quietly. He just pushed his bottom lip out and whimpered.

“Alright, alright. Get the blankets,” I sighed and gave him one more kiss. Watching with a smile as Harry rolled over and grabbed the blankets off the floor, I opened my arms for him. Harry grinned as he snuggled into my arms, covering us both with blankets.

“Mmmm, sticky cum cuddles. My favorite,” I grimaced before letting out a loud laugh as Harry blew a raspberry against my neck. “Go to sleep!” I said as I gave his hair a little tug. “Yes Mummy,” Harry replied happily.

Wrapping my arms tighter around him, I closed my eyes. “Brat,” I whispered. When Harry let out a little fake snore, I grinned and hugged him tighter. I was in love with an idiot.

[ukiyokki]

mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

[tommyspeakycap]

Please could you write one with Grealish where you’re a Chelsea fan so refuse to wear a Villa shirt with his name on, and for bants Mount gets you a Chelsea shirt with his name and Jack gets all pouty?

omg I love this idea!! gets very smutty at the end ;) enjoy!

Villa Boy

A love for Chelsea had been something you adapted and grew to into as a young girl. Your dad was never entirely sure how to bond with his only daughter and your mother told him just to include you in what he loved. And so came your season pass with a little lanyard that still hung proudly in your childhood room right next to a shirt mounted in a glass photo frame with Frank Lampard's signature scrawled along the eight on the back.

It was actually how you met Jack in the first place, which is the only one single reason that he has for liking your club affiliation. Otherwise, it was one of the most annoying things in his world. It was often a source of teasing and taunting, you saying your team was better than his and him swaggering home and gloating for weeks when Aston Villa take a win over Chelsea. It was the bane of his life that he couldn't get you into that claret and blue. Not even to sleep in or wear around the house, you just would not dare put it on.

"I would feel my dad's shame emanate through the walls, maybe it would kill him. And then I'd lose every morsel of self respect I have, so not a chance." You'd snort, not even giving him a window for more persuasion.

His England shirt? that was fair game. You'd wear that with pride, to the shops, round the house, walking the dog and especially at his games but there was just absolutely no chance of getting you into his Villa shirt.

Though Jack may never admit it, it was one of his biggest wants. Seeing you in his England short was nothing short revolutionary - he'd said. It only made him want to see you in the Villa shirt more. That was his childhood club, getting to captain that was one of his biggest achievements and while he knew you were absolutely proud of him. You were the most proud and encouraging person in his life and there were no ifs buts or maybes in that.

But my god he knew you'd look fit in that claret and blue.

No matter how much it annoyed him, he wouldn't get you out of the darker blue home jersey of your favourite club no matter what he did. It was something he had come to accept over the course of your relationship, it was by and large fine.

Until that jersey said someone else's name across the back.

"Awh come on!" He yelps, mouth dropped open as you emerge into the kitchen with your toothbrush hanging out your mouth and only one shoe on. Jack knows you slept in because he switched off your alarm last night in hopes you'd miss the game, but Jack dropped a bowl when he tripped over the dog and woke you up anyway.

You going to the Villa v Chelsea game in a Chelsea shirt was bad enough, but now he's just clocked something that's sent his mind firing a mile a minute.

MOUNT

19

Not a fucking chance.

"Oi, you!" He calls out, throwing himself off the chair at the kitchen island, his feet fumbling over one another to get after you as quickly as possible. "What's up, Jack?" You hum innocently, a sweet smile playing on your lips as you stand in the doorway shoving on your other shoe. "Is something the matter?"

Jack gawks, opening and closing his mouth awaiting words to find his frazzled brain. "Yes!" He squeaks, a tone you'd never heard from a man before, let along your very deep voiced man. "There's no way that you're- what are you doing? Come back." He groans, his feet shuffling after you as you walk back through the house to find your car keys. "We're going to be late if you don't hurry up." You note sweetly, Jack drops his jaw. "We're not going anywhere until-"

"Hi Mason, yeah I got it. Fits like glove actually. Yeah, we're just leaving now. I'll meet you in the car park."

Jack's face was literally priceless. His agape, eye's wild, brows furrowed. A pout settles itself firmly into his lips the second he sits in the car with his arms folded over his chest like a toddler. You have to physically stifle a laugh at him as you beam the entire drive to Villa Park.

"M' gonna burn that." He states. You cast him a glance out the corner of your eye as you pull into the players parking. A snigger escapes despite your very best efforts and Jack resumes his frontward glare at the dashboard with his lips in a firm line. "Gonna win this game, burn that shirt and knock Mount flat."

You know he's not being serious about Mason. He's very fond of the player when they're on the same side. But you had become very close friends with him through the mutual love for the club he plays at and Jack absolutely despised that. He wasn't the kind to be bothered by your friends even to a moderate degree and even here he trusted you, he just fucking hated the concept of another club and another mans name over your back. It ticked him right off.

You know this very well. You knew what you were getting into the second Mason handed you that dark blue shirt. It was all fun and games really. You loved the club but you only wore the Mount shirt to get under Jack's skin. You thought it might even throw off his game a little.

The second he stormed onto the pitch and scored a goal 5 minutes into the game, you figured that might not be the case.

Every opportunity, every goal, every opening and every single tackle, Jack turned to you. He turned to you with fire in those brown eyes, sending you a cheeky wink. His passion, the very serious look etched onto his features and the way he was looking at you was fuelling a very different kind of fire in you.

Jack played the whole 90 minutes and he took Mason Mount down at every single given opportunity in a careful way that just evaded him getting a yellow card. He finished hot, sweaty and with a man of the match trophy for 2 goals and one assist with a majority of the game spent with the ball at his feet.

The 3 nil win should have been a lot more disappointing that it was, but he just looked so fucking good. The sweat stuck his hair to his temples, his muscles tight and protruding through exertion as he walks off the field after shaking every hand.

You're standing just outside the tunnel with Mason and John McGinn standing with you, talking about the match mostly. John makes a joke about you wearing that top more often, seems to be a good luck charm for Villa even if it's the opposing team. Mason scoffs and says; "More like an angry boyfriend wants to murder me charm."

That's when Jack appears and John barely gets his mouth open to greet him before Jack shoulders through the two footballers. His mouth finds your immediately. Hot, passionate, fiery and filled with his dominance.

He pulls back and grabs onto your hand tightly with his back to the two midfielders. Jack twists his body round with a daggering glare.

"Nobody," Jack growls, "fucks around with girl."

His tone, deep and gravelly, only serves to dampen your panties further in a way that makes your clench your legs together.

Jack's done with pouting, the teasing can resume later. For now, he's dragging you by the hand to a darkened conference room. Hiking you up his body before setting you on the table that sits at a miraculously perfect height that places you right against his bulge.

He wastes no time whatsoever ripping down your leggings and panties, his fingers finding you immediately to swirl pressured motions around your sensitive clit. "Ahh, who's got you moaning like that baby?" He rumbles, words vibrating through your lips.

"You Jack, oh god, you!" You pant as his fingers leave you feeling empty and needy. Jack easily tugs down his shorts and pulls himself out of his boxers to line up with your entrance. His victory sex is hot always, but usually there was a dry spell after a Villa v Chelsea game, so it had never been this hot.

"And who am I?" He grunts, pushing himself into you to hear your shuddering squeak of pleasure. He lays you down over the table, hands following you under your shirt to carefully and tentatively swirl his fingers over your nipples from under your bra. "Oh god, Jack," you move your hands to the hem of the blue shirt to lift it over your head, but Jack's hands stop them before you have the chance.

"No, no, no," he chastises with a smirk, "Want to fuck you in their colours," He continues to thrust roughly into you with each heavy breath, mouth and squeak that escapes you only spurring him on. "Want to fuck you with his name on your back, baby. Remind you who you belong to."

You shudder in pleasure with the feeling of his lips attaching to your neck, letting out a shaky, heavy breath as he snakes a hand down between you to swirl those circles around your more pleasureful spot once again. He knows the intricate details of your body better than any man ever has and he always ensures he uses it to his advantage, but nothing like today. His lips on the sweet spot of your neck, hitting and stretching you perfect between your legs with masterful work of his fingers pushing you closer and closer with each second that passed.

"Fuck , I'm so close-"

"Who's making you feel so good, baby?" He pants, skin slapping and heavy breathing echoing around the room. "You, Jack. You!"

"Not a Chelsea boy eh?" He grunts, teeth nibbling down over your collarbone. "Not a Chelsea boy baby is it?" He reiterates, pairing the movements of his hand only until you snap open your eyes again, "No Jack, it's all you. not a- oh god!"

Jack breathes a chuckle into your ear with an appreciative hum to follow.

"Yeah, Villa Captain isn't it? You're screaming out for a Villa boy, ain't ya?" He coaxes, edging you further and further as he speeds up to a pace he's never quite hit you with before. The adrenaline of the match, the irritation of that blue jersey and the passion for the win colliding to give him an energy he's never yet had. Watching your eyes roll beneath him wearing that stupid blue entices him on, only makes him want to pleasure you more if even possible. "Yes! Yes, I am, oh god just don't stop."

"Go on then," he encourages, voice deep in your ear. "Come undone for the Villa Captain baby."

He didn't have to tell you twice, that was for sure. The sight of your eyes fluttering, the feeling of you clenching around him with a steam of, "Fuck yes Jack!" sends him tumbling over the edge of his orgasm right after you, a strangle cry out of your name as it wracks through him.

When he lays down beside you in the table that very surpassingly withstood the pace of your antics, you're both breathless and shining with sweat. Your legs feel like jelly as you still throb from the pleasure. Jack turns his head to you with a lazy smirk, brushing some hair off your forehead as you turn to look at him.

"Well, I certainly do love a Villa boy."

[tennessoui]

Obv we got some great fics from big name authors in april (esp the ends to "the cygnets at sundown" and "veil of shadows") BUT Im gonna tell you some lil name ones instead bc I dont want them to get lost in the sauce!!

- "throw me out the window all your common sense" where anakin and ahsoka go pick up obi-wan from a bar fight!!

- "lace me up, hold me tight" which is an angsty/smutty/soft lingerie fic

- the start of a cute office romance series "we miss you at work"

ahh!!! alright alright so i haven't read "the cygnets at sundown" OR "veil of shadows" yet but i know they've both been on my list for forever, so i can't wait to start them and finish them soon!!!

and here is the link to "throw out the window all your common sense", which sounds absolutely absolutely delightful in every way possible omg look at this, it's so short i need to read it now but i also have more self-control than that but this sounds so right up my alley. perfect, revolutionary. sign me the fuck up!!!

i've just added "lace me up, hold me tight" to my mark for later file because holy!!! i love an angsty/smutty/soft lingerie fic!!! and these tags are giving me life (i'm a sucker for a not-actually-unrequited unrequited love fic) literally screaming send op all my love it's like they saw the inside of my brain here with these tags if it weren't so late at night i'd read rn!!!

and omg!!! who doesn't love a cute office romance???? "we miss you at work" sounds absolutely delightful, I've also added it to my marked for later list. and the author already has more than one fic in the series?? this is literally probably all i will ever need to get by. the tags are hilarious, i know i'm going to love the fic.

thank you so so so much for sending in these recs!!! pls everyone go read, and if you have more fics you think i should read, please send me them!!! i used to refresh the obikin page like 10 times a day and now i cannot and i feel like i'm missing absolute gems.

[sitp-recs]

Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by @the-starryknight​

Harry/Draco (2021, Mature, 16.6k)

The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.

I haven’t experienced the weight of writing “the perfect rec” since doing Far From the Tree back in January. I feel similarly about Two Zinnias (aka mindblown and utterly obsessed) and of course that made me almost give up on this and let other people talk about it better than I will 😂 but as much as I wanted to save you all from my babbling, sadly I don’t know aideomai and they don’t even dream about my existence, while Starry is a close and dear friend so this fueled me while I wrote and rewrote this rec as a humble and grateful birthday gift.

I feel like I should take a minute to talk about her first, so at the risk of getting sentimental on main: Starry, you’re a true gem. I’ve never met someone so genuinely kind, supportive and proactive in fandom. You do everything you can to make everyone feel welcome and appreciated, coming up with new initiatives to promote lesser known fics, encouraging self-recs, finding time to do massive beta and mod work, reclists, side events and book binding (!!!), on top of your brilliant writing - apparently your talent has no limits and I’m not one bit surprised that you excel at everything you do. 

It feels like ages ago even though it’s been a few months, but I feel so lucky that I got to check A Room Up There - falling in love with it was the first step to meet and fall a bit in love with you, too. That fic stole a piece of my heart with its lovely house restauration imagery and soothing winter vibes, and now it’s impossible to imagine this fandom without your equally lovely, soothing presence. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your generosity whenever I need a friendly ear to vent to, a piece of advice, a good laugh, or just a smutty rec feat Charlie or Teddy (taste twins! 👯). You’ve always been there for me and for others, thank you for being YOU and for doing so much for the fandom!

I’ve screamed so much about Two Zinnias in your DMs that I’m sure you already know everything I’m gonna say here; it’s one of the few fics I’ve read as soon as it was posted, and it compelled me to leave a comment before reveals (I’m still working on commenting better, and more often), but what you don’t know is that I still think about this fic, like. All. the. time. I close my eyes and am immediately transported to that fascinating, dangerous anarchic universe you’ve created - one could say it’s because I’m obsessed with the delicious “enemies of the state on the run” trope (ok, I admit REVOLVEVLOVER ruined me a bit before this) but whoever reads your fic will see it goes so much deeper than that!

Two Zinnias is an absolute masterclass in short form - it packs SO MUCH plot, character development, raw emotion and breathtaking action within JUST 16k, I still can’t believe you pulled it off. The fast-paced narrative and little inventive details create a thrill and immersive atmosphere, full of palpable tension and yet the urgency contrasts beautifully with the slow, quiet emotional burn. Despite their uncertain future, the way Harry and Draco meet, learn and love each other while defying the system is so damn inspiring. There’s this quiet fierceness about their characters that takes my breath away, and their connection - of minds, bodies and souls - is so intimate and tender that at times I felt like I was intruding into something not meant for my eyes. Ahh the power of storytelling!

All Starry fics become my new favorite thing, but this one is my favorite read of the year so far, and it might be my biggest Starry fave of all! To think such a dark plot could be told through the gentlest romance in less than 30k is a miracle. For those who have been following Starry for a while, this is also a testament of her talent in exploring a wide range of plots and genres, mixing Polyjuice and Legilimency with a brilliant fighting style, without letting go of that soft, tender and evocative atmosphere that encapsulates her approach to the ship.

While rereading Two Zinnias to write this down I remembered that famous quote from Jane Austen’s Persuasion, because it feels like the perfect way to describe this particular love story: “There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison”. If you haven’t read this gem yet please do yourself a favor and go feast on this glorious romance! And don’t forget to check the rest of her fabulous catalogue, and to leave some love and appreciation not only on this fic, but for everything Starry does for our fandom. I wish you the happiest of birthdays my lovely!!! 💜

(now excuse me while I go read her new Harry/Teddy fic as a treat to myself!!!)

Read on AO3

[l4ndown-under]

I'll show you a good time Pt 2.

Part 1

Here we go part 2, in which Daniel shows you a good time (obvs.)

Author: So this really went there be warned its a kinky lil number.

Warnings: Smutty smut smut. Oral, kinky, fingering, sex, all the good stuff.

You were both in the car driving back to Daniels hotel, his hand gripped your thigh while the other firmly grasped the steering wheel. Daniel finally broke the silence asking "So how many guys have you been with? with a curious look on his face. Your cheeks instantly flushing as you sheepishly answered, well uh just the one. His eyebrow raised at the answer. "So you've never had a guy show you what it feels to have a good time? damnn" he exclaimed smirking. You just gulped at the thought, taking in his features once more.

Luckily for the both of you the hotel wasn't that far away, so you weren't stuck with your own thoughts long before he pulled up snapping you out of your thoughts. It was a fairly quick sprint to his room you won't lie. His leg slamming the door shut as soon as you both get in. He pushed you against the wall causing you to let out a gasp, he started trailing kisses down your neck as you tried to hold in a moan. "You still happy to do this?" he asked with a smirk knowing the answer. Yes of course you managed to breathe out with a squeak.

"Well then sit back and enjoy the ride" he whispered in your ear causing you to gulp before your lips crashed into each other. His hands exploring your body from your back all the way down to your bum giving it a tight squeeze. You just closed your eyes and focused on the touch, melting under him.

Your eyes snapped open as he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom kissing you on the way. He dropped you down on the bed causing a squeal to leave your lips as he was now towering over you. Slowly he lifted your dress up exposing your panties as he brushed his fingers over them causing you to squeak out a moan, flushing with embarrassment as you did. Him just smirking as the sounds encouraged him to start tracing circles around your clit, before going back to the dress and lifting it up over your head exposing your bra.

He licked his lips as he went to unclasp it before admiring your breasts that were now staring right at him. He took your left one in his hand, cupping it as he traced a thumb over your nipple, a gasp leaving your mouth at the contact. You started palming his obvious bulge through his jeans before he grabbed both your hands pinning them above your head. "Nah ah this is about you" he growled in your ear, your whole body shuddering at his words. He smirked before he started planting kisses down your body stopping at your panties. He tugged them off in a swift motion, his tongue licking your thighs before finding itself at your center.

His tongue clashed with your clit giving it a quick flick before he sucked down on it, the feeling filling your whole body as you shyly stifled a moan. "Let me hear those beautiful noises baby, its only going to get louder from here" he growled before going back to your clit grazing it with his teeth as he took it back in his mouth. Forcing an "ahh" out of your mouth. You could tell he was smirking down there, not slowing down he rubbed his fingers around your entrance. "Someone's wet for me" he chuckled. "I bet I can get you wetter though" he exclaimed making you shudder.

He pushed 2 fingers into you as you let out a yelp in surprise, "sorry babe" He apologised, starting to curl his fingers looking for that sweet spot. he knew he found it when you let out a throaty groan, smirking he pumped the spot over and over as his tongue went back to your clit. You couldn't hold it anymore, moans and groans leaving your mouth as he picked up the pace. "You gonna cum for me baby? all around these pretty fingers that are making you feel so good" he asked still going at it. "I- I can't fuck" you exclaimed feeling all sensitive. "Sure you can babe here maybe this will help" he smirked shoving a 3rd finger in as his tongue went back to working its magic.

You screamed out in pleasure and slight pain at the feeling of them stretching you out, you felt a knot build in your stomach. Something you hadn't felt with someone else before, "Fuck I think I might-" you muttered out in-between groans. "Do it babe cum for me" was all you needed to hear before you moaned out clenching around his fingers riding out your high, he pulled them out smirking at you.

You laid there eyes closed trying to recover as he climbs back on top sucking on your left nipple and while he brushes his thumb over the other. You let out breathy groans as he works his magic. He moves up now latching onto your neck leaving little nibbles before going to your ear and whispering "Are you ready for me now babe" you just gulped "I- its been a while" you stated, thinking about how you would be able to take him. "I'll be gentle" He whispers causing you to shudder under him. He gets up to pull his jeans and underwear off as you admire, you close your eyes trying to forget about big he is after you saw it.

He rolls a condom on before realizing you were deep in thought. "Y/N look at me" he whispers in your ear causing you to open them. "Are you good?" he asks a bit concerned. Yeah I'm fine you reassure him as he smiles and lines up with your entrance. He drags your legs around his waist before slowly pushing into you. The overwhelming feeling causing you to let out a yelp, "I'll go slow babe just let me know if you need to stop" he states before slowly thrusting in and out. The feeling getting nicer as you erupt into a pile of moans and groans.

He smirks at the sight before leaning down to suck your neck and say "You ready to pick up the pace baby" It wasn't much of a question as he thrust harder into you before you could answer, lifting your legs around his shoulders to go deeper. You almost screamed at the new feeling "Daniel fuck- you're- so big" You exclaim still getting used to the feeling of being stretched out. "Fuck I love it when you say my name" he growls picking up the pace. Causing you to whimper, "I know you're close baby I can feel it, are you gonna be good and cum for me" he asked "I- I can try" you exclaim in-between moans, you never did get off from sex before.

He chuckled before saying "Let me help with you that, as he takes one of his hands holding your thigh up down to your clit to rub circles The new feeling causing the knot in your stomach to tighten. "Oh god I'm-" you gasp out. "I know baby go for it" he growls getting quicker. "Oh fuck daniel" you shout out as you cum around his cock, causing a loud groan to leave his lips. He didn't stop however, still thrusting and rubbing your little clit. You squeak out "Please I- I can't" he growls "Almost there baby just a bit longer" you whimper, tightening around him with every hit.

"Daniel fuckkk" was all that was needed to push him over the edge and before you knew it he was pulling out. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into a cuddle. "That was brilliant" he exclaimed, "I could say the same thing" you stated back, resting your head into his neck.