#bonus points if they brush their rough thumbs along your upper hand or lift it to place a tender longing kiss onto it UGHH ⁺◦ะ ୧(𖦹﹏𖦹)୨ ೃ࿔

[mrsoharaa]

⸙ you've never really realized how truly wide and big his hands really were, until you gently plant your palm against his. feeling the supple warmth of his rough, vast hand seep into your skin, his long, languid fingers towering over yours ever so lanky. you blink slowly, starring aimlessly at the lengthy digits not realizing the growing grin curling into his chiseled face, gradually closing the distance between the two of you.

slowly folds his fingers over your own, swiftly, calmly in between them as he easily mounts over your smaller hand. securely holding your hand with a sturdy grasp, a low rumble of a chuckle resonating from his chest. your dilated pupils flicker from the wrapped warmth that swallowed your hand entirely to the intent gaze of his studying eyes. nothing but sheer admiration and coy glinting in those round, beautiful irises of his.

ˏ`୭̥ Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Miguel O'Hara, Tengen Uzui, Madara Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Sukuna (would most definitely be reluctant at first but will humor you...momentarily lmaoo), Touya Todoroki (fight me, yes HIM), Akaza, Portgas D. Ace, Shanks, Vinsmoke Sanji, Benimaru Shinmon (you would have to tussle with him to hold his hand lmao, but he would eventually let you hold it because he's a softy, deep down lol). (✿˵≧ᴗ≦)人(˘◡˘✿)

[feminarrie]

moonlit

a/n: this is very much unedited, so if there’s any errors i didn’t catch, i'm sorry! also again, thank u @fireawaynjh for humoring me/helping me make decisions! this a v smutty blurb, so 18+ friends!

two dates in and y/n is pretty sure she has never been more attracted to anyone in such a short amount of time. she could try to convince herself that it is entirely based on looks, but she likes to be honest with herself. so, she knows that her initial attraction to broad shoulders and pretty blue eyes were just an added bonus. it’s the way he smiles at her, as if she’s hung the moon and the stars, that has her agreeing to a third date. it’s the way he presses soft kisses to her cheeks and lips when he’s picking her up for it. 

it doesn’t stop y/n from appreciating certain things about niall, though. more specifically, his hands. long fingers that she’s felt pressed into the nape of her neck as they kiss. the pads of them rough from years of playing guitar, gripping lightly at her chin when she’s gone shy and niall simply wants to see her face. knuckles that brush along her upper arm when he’s delaying their goodbyes on her doorstep. 

she simply can’t help herself as they sit in a quiet corner of a slightly higher end restaurant. y/n is trying really hard to listen to what niall has to say about his next trip to london, but her focus is more on the way his hands feel in hers. she glides her thumb over each knuckle as the expanse of his fingers rests across her fingers and palm. she admires the thickness and length of each digit while she nods along with niall. 

y/n doesn’t notice when niall is furrowing his brows at her in concern. she is much too consumed by the idea of having niall’s fingers in her mouth while he fucks her in the restaurant bathroom. she can feel the heat rise to her cheeks when niall’s pulling her from her thoughts with a gentle tapping of her wrist. 

“you still with me, darling?” niall raises a brow at her. when she nods her affirmation, she expects him to continue speaking. perhaps ask her what she wants for dessert now that the waiter had cleared their table. “you sure? you seem a little distracted.” he continues, genuine concern wrapped around each word. 

“i'm good, ni. promise.” she says, momentarily halting the worrying of her lower lip. either she’s a terrible liar or niall knows her tells already, but he doesn’t believe her for a moment. he keeps his right brow arched, but doesn’t press it any further. he simply offers her the opportunity to speak about it, if or when she’s ready. 

y/n doesn’t take him up on the offer until she’s sat in the passenger seat of niall’s car. his palm is resting on her thigh, fingers squeezing lightly as he hums quietly along to a song on the radio. she knows it’s meant to be a comforting gesture, a reminder that he’s there if she needs him. but, she can feel the heat radiating through the thin fabric of her dress. 

“been thinking about your hands.” she mumbles, voice soft and face flushing. niall doesn’t hear her at first, asking her to repeat herself after he’s lowered the volume. y/n blows a puff of hot air through her nose before repeating herself. she doesn’t miss the way niall’s lips lift in a lopsided smirk. 

“what about ‘em, love?” niall prompts, but he already has an inkling. the material of his navy blue pants tightening as he waits for her reply. her gives her a gentle squeeze and he hopes it conveys the reminder that she doesn’t have to feel obligated to tell him. 

“you’ve just got really nice hands.” her voice is quiet, but niall can just barely make out the words over the rumble of the engine. she hopes it’s enough to convey what she means. her lower lip, bitten and swollen, finds its way back between her teeth. 

niall’s hand grips the steering wheel just a little tighter because he knows what she’s getting at. the two of them have only shared a steamy makeout session or two, but never anything more than that. so, the idea that she’s potentially thinking about his fingers being buried inside her cunt has him worrying his own lip between his teeth. he wonders how wet she is and how easy it’d be to slip two fingers inside her.

“fuck me.” he says under his breath. his own cheeks have gone ruddy with his arousal and he really hopes she’ll let him find out tonight. he thinks his chances are significantly heightened when her knees fall apart just a little more. niall swears he hears her let out a quiet whimper and he’s thanking his lucky stars that they’re only a short distance from his home. 

in the ten minutes it takes to get home, niall’s hands had made their way beneath the yellow fabric of her dress. her inside of her left thigh warm against palm and she doesn’t stop him when he drags an index finger over her clothed core. instead, it earns him a quiet and desperate whine of his name. it only spurs him on even further. niall adjusts his hand, splaying his fingers across her lower stomach and pressing his thumb to her clit. 

y/n raises her hips slightly off the seat, a quiet encouragement for niall to do something, anything. even though her body feels like it’s on fire from embarrassment and arousal, she can’t help herself. never once did she think she would be so desperate as to let someone touch her while they drive through the busy streets of los angeles. but, the way niall is rubbing her clit is enough to quiet those worries for just a moment. instead, they’re replaced with impatience.

“almost there, love.” niall attempts to soothe her when she’s whining for him. at this point, he can feel how wet she is through her underwear and it has him letting out a quiet groan. “fuck, you’re soaked.” 

niall doesn’t think he’s ever been more thankful to live in a gated community in his life. he’s pulling y/n to sit in his lap once he’s adjusted his seat. her back is uncomfortably arched, but she doesn’t seem to mind. soft pleas of touch me are being whispered into his ear. niall has full intentions of obliging her, but not before he acknowledges the reason she’s so desperate for it. 

“wanna see your pretty little mouth wrapped around my fingers, if that’s alright with you, love.” niall asks, raising his left hand from where it had been massaging y/n’s thigh. he swears he’s never seen anything hotter than the way she’s wrapping her lips around his index and middle finger. she rolls her tongue across the digits as she takes them in in even further. y/n lets herself indulge in the weight and length of his fingers for awhile before pulling off them with a pop. 

if it had been any other time, niall might have teased y/n for a little longer. would have tried to have her begging for him, but niall feels selfish tonight. he wants to see y/n, shy and sweet as she is, fall apart around his fingers. so, he’s quick to use his other hand to pull the seat of her panties to the side. she’s already slick when he slides his middle finger up her entrance. the grip on his shoulders tightens instinctively and she lets out a soft please. and niall really can’t deny such a polite request. 

he eases one finger inside her and it’s enough to have him breathing out a small fuck. she’s warm and tight around his middle finger, but it’s the soft mewls that are niall’s undoing. they only grow in volume when he slips another finger inside and her walls flutter around them. 

niall moves his fingers slowly and y/n swears it’s so he can commit every piece of her to his memory. watching and listening to her when he’s finally knuckle deep in her only to leave her fluttering around nothing. repeating the same curl of his fingers when she’s moaning in his ear. the sounds airy and high pitched when he uses his other hand to rub her clit. whimpers of his name when he tells her how pretty she looks above him. 

y/n falls apart with a string of profanities, her entire body spasming as she hums. niall’s peppering kisses along her collarbone as she rides it out, his fingers still inside her. he thinks that, even three dates in, he could get used to things like this. thinks he could get used to watching y/n in moments as intimate as this and as innocent as appreciating the way the moonlight dances over her skin. 

[writemelikeabadfanfic]

Burning

Pairing: Charlie Weasley / Reader

Word count: 3111

Warnings: Smutty, but sensual smutty. Minor fluff, fluff at the end. 

Chapter Summary: you give Charlie a “full body” massage. NSFW. Please do not read if you are under 18.

Notes: People responded really well to LEAVING  so I wrote more about our favourite dragon boy.

It’s a warm spring day and you feel very quaint with a wooden basket on your arm. It was as if you had walked straight out of the 1800's. You were returning from a local village and the basket was heavy with fresh food. Spiced telemea cheese, herby sausages, some pre-prepared salad and a sour dough loaf.

You walk into the cottage, surprised to find Charlie already there. He’s sat at the dining table, shirt hanging over the back of his chair. You drop the basket, as you notice the angry red scar that has spread down his neck and shoulder of his left arm. His head snaps to look at you “Oh, I didn’t expect you back so soon.” He looks away from you and back to the basic potions kit he had laid out on the dining table.

 “What the hell happened?” you rush to him, hands fluttering over the angry puckered flesh.

 “This? This is nothing! Be good as new in a couple hours. Maybe, definitely by tomorrow.” Charlie smiled brightly by as he moved to push himself up out of the chair, trying not to grimace.

 “Weasley! Sit your arse back down this instant. You. Are. Not. Fine!” You start rummaging around the small building

“You can’t go around getting yourself all burnt up and pretend nothing has happened. Look at your beard, we’re going to have to trim it right back so that it’s even.” You begin collecting more ingredients, potions and pastes. “And don’t get me... Where’s the sandalwood oil... Oh, there you are... Started on that shoulder." You pause and frown at him, "Why weren’t you wearing your protective gear?”

 You glare into his emerald green eyes. And he smiles, making his skin crinkle around the edges, amused at how flustered you were getting. You, the cool head of reason and responsibility, flustered all because of him. His smirk said everything. You swore each of the Weasleys had that smirk.

 “Y/n. A little bit of burn salve and I’ll be good as new” He grabs your hand and squeezes it. He laughs as he starts to stand again, masking the winces of pain.

 You take both of his hands “Charlie. Let me help you.” Your eyes meet his, “Please.”

 He sighs, “Only 'cause you’re cute,” he kisses your nose and smiles at you, sincere at first but suddenly cheeky.

“You gonna dress up?” He winks. “My own sexy nurse?” He raises his eyebrows, then walks over and pours himself a fire whiskey. You raise an eyebrow at him when he turns back around. He downs the drink and shakes his head. “Whatever you’re gonna do. It’s gonna hurt”

 You mix a thick brown salve, adding a few drops of sandalwood oil and motion for him to sit back on the chair.

You cool your hands with a cooling spell, dropping the temperature in the room a little.

He winces as the cool pastes touches his hot skin. You keep your hands gentle against his raw flesh. You had made a fast acting burn paste, but as he predicted, it burnt when first applied. Though it soon cools the skin, with the added bonus of smelling lovely. 

He tries to distract himself by telling you how exactly he had come to be burnt. No one else would see a six month old dragon with a head cold and let it nuzzle their neck. As stupid as he had been, it made your heart quicken the way he spoke about these creatures.

Once the burn is completely covered in brown goo. You grab a small bottle of jojoba oil, and rub some between your hands, then gently knead small circles into his other shoulder and the base of his neck. He’s tight and tense and lets out a low moan as your thumbs find a deep knot where his neck meets his right shoulder. His head lolls back as you work. Your hands work forward down his chest.

Your hands are at his abdomen, barely gliding over the skin and tickling the hairs there. You lean down so your lips are against his ear.

“Are we done playing nurse? Or do you wanna go lie down?”

He groans as you nip at his earlobe. You turn and wipe your hands on a dishcloth.

Suddenly he is stood behind you pulling you back into him by your waist. His skin is hot against your back and his mouth comes down to kiss at your neck, “Where do you want me?”

You spin in his arms, placing your hands against his chest. “You’re insufferable” you laugh. He kisses you, just a quick brushing of lips.

He steps back, “You love it.”

He winks before turning to strut towards the bedroom, swinging his hips. That cocky little shit. A grin spreads across your face watching him, you pick up the oil.

You walk in there to find him lying face down, wearing only a tight pair of boxer shorts, head resting on brawny arms instead of a pillow. Every inch of him is strong working muscle. His broad shoulders look even wider in this position, the thick corded muscles of his back forming a deep groove down to his waist. His cute butt rises up. You hum happily thinking to yourself just how lovely his arse is, cute and round and squeezable. You love his thick muscular thighs and toned calves, but his butt, damn.

You kick off your shoes and pull off the sweater you wore this morning. The tank top underneath sticking to it as you pull it up, you decide to discard that as well, the room is warm enough.

You hum to yourself as you pour some oil onto Charlie’s back, letting it spread and pool in the deep crevice of his spine. You put the bottle on the night stand before climbing onto the bed to straddle those glorious thighs.

You start low on his spine, working the point where his hips widen to that beautiful arse. He groans deeply. You are going to drag this out, make every inch of him ache for you, have him begging for you. You let the oil warm under your hands as you gently push at the hard muscles near his spine, slowly kneading big circles, then gently pulling the each side down, and pushing away. Relaxing that whole area before moving higher and starting again; pushing, kneading, pulling. He groans loudly, leaning into your hands, relishing the feelings you're giving him.

Once you reach his shoulder blades you get up, and move so his head is against your knees. He moves bonelessly as you push his arms to his sides. You take his traps between your thumbs and fingers and elicit a guttural moan from his as you roughly roll the muscle. You move on pinching the tight muscles of his neck before pushing down the full length of his spine, following the muscle line on each side. His breathing gets deep and punctuated with low moans as you work on his shoulders.

You move again to sit on his right and take his hand in yours, moving his arm. You start by massaging his hand. Rolling each joint of each large finger between your own, beginning with the little finger. When you reach his thumb, you track up to the pad, working your own thumbs into the fleshy pad there.

“Ohhhh. That’s so good. That's so so good,” he quietly moans into the pillow as you work your way up his big arms. Enjoying the feel of his strong, tight muscles as you work on them, but work you do, until both of his arms are soft as jelly.

You give his feet and calves the same treatment. You work much more slowly on his upper legs, relishing in the hard wide muscles. Gently teasing his inner thigh with feather light trails running up and back down. You push deep circles up the backs of those powerful legs. Finally, you pull down his boxers and squeeze his arse. You spend a long time working on him, his moans getting more guttural by the minute. His body was crafted by Viking gods. Broad, powerful and beautiful. Light freckles dust him head to toe, with concentrated patches on his shoulders and arms, like constellations in the night skies. You are overtaken by the rough, unpolished beauty of him.

You lean forward, letting your chest come to rest on his back.

“Roll over” You purr into his ear breaking his sleep-like trance, you climb off him, you stand next to the bed.

He pushes himself up to kneeling and tries to throw his arms round your neck but you step away.

“We’re not done yet.” You chide.

He smirks as he lies back, and you kneel behind his head, his long hair spread around you both. From here you can see just how badly singed the one side is and make a mental note to fix it later.

He keeps his eyes open as you run oil down his chest, your bra clad breasts directly overhead as you work at his toned pecs and abs. He lifts his head to kiss at your breasts. You play with the coarse orange hairs on his chest, your hands roam, teasing at the waistband of his tightening boxers.

You get up again, “You can sit up now.”

Charlie adjusts himself so he’s propped up in a half seated position

He voice is horse "You are wearing far too much clothing." he groaned.

You put on a show of pulling off your jeans. You turn around whilst shaking your hips and gyrating, before bending at the waist to pull your jeans slowly down your legs. You stand up to unclasp your bra, letting it fall from your shoulders. He lets out a low whistle between his teeth in appreciation of the little show. Stood in only your panties you climb back onto the bed and straddle yourself over his knees.

“Can you be trusted to behave?”

“I make no promises.” he says, but lifts his hands up where you can see them and puts them behind his back, enjoying your little game.

Your hands are on his thighs, moving devilishly slowly up his thighs, but as soon as his boxer shorts are in reach you stop. He groans and lets his head roll back. You move so you’re sitting on one of his thighs and kiss his cheek,

“You need to practice some patience...” you tease, running your tongue along his jawline. Your hands rub at his chest again. You start to move your hips against his thigh slowly at first, but as your hands move lower down his chest, you press your hips down harder, moving faster. You move one hand up to his shoulder to help you balance as you grind your hips into his thigh. Your eyes meet his, a devilish glint in them, as your other hand starts to caress the front of his underwear. A small damp spot appears. He moans breaking the eye contact.

You get up off his thigh, and he whines in disappointment.  

You make sure his eyes are on you as you pull down his boxer shorts. You take his still hardening length in your hand, rubbing up and down slowly a few times before dropping your head to it and licking one long swipe from base to tip. Your eyes still on his as you rest the tip against your tongue, and swirling around it. He whines as you flick your tongue against a vein. You cup his balls in your hand. His hands tangle in your hair encouragingly as you take his dick into your mouth and suck hard hollowing your cheeks. You pump his full length a few times before releasing him from your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’. His head is thrown back and tiny hums of pleasure dance on his lips as you lick up and down and round his hardening cock.

“Oh god.” He moans as you suck one ball into your mouth, giving his shaft a quick squeeze. You continue to pump his dick, alternating between licking and sucking.

He pulled your head up by the hair to kiss you, wrapping an arm around your waist he pulled you into his lap. Your wet panties rubbing against his hardened length, he deepened the kiss, pulling you ever closer with his hand in your hair. He groans into your mouth and you roll your hips against him.

You pulled away sitting up “You were going to behave. You need to rest.” you chuckle, licking and nipping at his neck.

He moans again “You really want me to lie back and think of England?” He teases, bucking his hips and sending shivers up your spine.

“Something like that” you moan.

He sits up fully you still in his lap, his arms around your back, your feet hooked behind him. You grind against him, moaning loudly and his length rubs up to your clit. His mouth finds yours, the kiss is deep, passionate, all tongues and teeth. He sighs into you, pulling you closer still.

You break the kiss and push him down roughly. Your hands flat on his chest. His hands are rough against your hips, tugging at the lacy panties.

"You can be in charge kitten, but you can't keep wearing all these clothes." he flicks the elastic against your hips.​

You raise yourself up and remove your underwear. You open the nightstand and pull out a bottle of lube and a condom.

You wrap your hands around his length again, causing his hips to buck and throaty moan to tear from his lips. You open the wrapper and slide the condom over his size, biting a quick hard mark into his inner thigh. His hands run over your shoulders and down your back and you rub the lube over his length. You straddle his hips once again, running your dripping pussy over his well slicked cock. He curses and grabs at your hips again. You still, grabbing his hands. You take his wrists and pull them over his head, leaning forward to do so.

"I thought you understood, lie back and rest." you hiss, into his ear.

"Or what?"

"Or..." you nip at his neck again. You move back, lining him up with your entrance. You lower yourself onto him, letting your body adjust to his size. You moan deep into his ear.

"Fuck! Me!" he breaths, his hips buck upwards.

You raise yourself up leaving him barely inside you, “Na-uh-uh” you lilt to him, “Don’t move.”

“Baby.” He whines.

“Don’t move,” you repeat, lowering yourself down again. You move your hands from his wrists, balancing yourself on his chest. You roll your hips and he groans loudly, expletives falling from his lips as you begin bouncing. Your own sounds of pleasure joining his as he fills you up. You keep him pushed down with your hands as you fuck him.

“Oh, fuck it.” You say, leaning down to kiss him, placing your hands on either side of his face, you moan into him and he locks his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. Chest to chest, cheek to cheek. He shifts so you are sitting up in his lap, you pull away from the kiss to look him in the eyes. Those gorgeous green eyes, the colour of forest floors and mown grass with subtle golden flecks. There was a magic in his eyes. His whole being had this natural rough, rustic feel. No part of him was characteristically pure, no part unsullied. His skin darkened by the sun, the face covered in freckles, his chest scarred, his beard uneven, and his hair unkempt. There was beauty there, despite those flaws, if you can even call them flaws. You trace the scar on his chin with your thumb, moaning as his hands run down your sides to your hips. He rocks you slowly and you throw your head back.

“You. Are. Gorgeous.” He sucks on your neck.

His hand reaches between the two of you, rubbing harshly against your clit. He sends shivers up your spine. Your back arches as your orgasm hits you, a flood of feeling and emotion. You scream as his grip moves tightly to your hips, stilling your movement. He comes with a deep groan moments after you, his mouth attaching itself to suck deeply on your neck.

You’re both left panting heavily into the other. In the aftermath the whole event had lost its sensational beauty, replaced instead by a euphoric blanket of warmth. It’s sweaty, all hot and sticky. ​Burn salve, smeared over both of you. Oil and lube making you both glisten in the failing light. The closeness of him as he's still wrapped around you, still inside of you. Your bodies combined in such a way that to look at you, you might not know where one of you ended or the other began.

After a moment that lasts too long yet not nearly long enough, you gently lift yourself off his lap. He winces and falls back onto the bed. You get up and wash yourself off, bringing back a cloth for him. You find him standing, reapplying the sweet smelling brown paste. You hand him the cloth, and kiss his cheek.

Still naked you walk back to the front of the house, to collect the groceries you had abandoned earlier.  Taking your wand from the discarded basket, you tidy the space, putting the groceries in the fridge, and cupboards respectively; before returning to the bedroom.

Charlie had lay back down in the bed. You climb in next to him, he pulls you close, choosing to be the big spoon. “I love you.” he whispers, his voice tickling your ear. “I love you too,” you reply softly, then as an afterthought you add. “but you’re a stupid arse”