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I'm out of ideas so, I just drew something random :]
TW: Implied Mouthplay
Almost forgot the taglist lol
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#mcyt g/t#mcyt gt#dsmp g/t#dsmp gt#safe vore#soft vore#probably later lol#tw implied vore#tw implied mouthplay#giant!sapnap#giant!george#tiny!dream#g!sapnap#g!george#t!dream#kayla draws#kayla's drawing
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The cover for the interactive au :]]
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I vow to you, as I battle, you will rise.
MARY VILLIERS and SANDIE BROOKS Mary & George
#mary x sandie#mary & george#mary villiers#sandie brooks#julianne moore#niamh algar#wlwgif#wlwedit#m&gedit#m&g spoilers#my edits
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I am the power. I am the King. I am England.
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rewatched severance and it was insane so here are some things that i love about the show
mark and devon's "m'lord/m'lady" bit. beautiful. no notes
the implication that before helly, the four refiners (mark, dylan, irv, petey) were besties and had bits together (stickyhead, mark farting/making fart noises during petey's announcements, "stand normal"), sang songs together (the elevator song), shared secrets and conspiracies, and deeply trusted and loved one another
dylan's general attitude toward everything, the way he swears like no one i've ever heard and yet in the most pleasing way? (the egg bar is coveted as fuck)
the dichotomy between outie mark thinking ricken is ridiculous and pompous vs innie mark thinking he's so profound. ricken has found his target audience
irv literally losing his religion because of burt. like he literally found love and decided god sucks if he doesn't want them to be together
innie mark saying he hopes he has things he cares about in the real world (i cried)
when helly is looking at the wax figure of (who she will later find out is) her father, and then she walks past a sign immediately after that says "History lives in us, whether we learn it or not."
that's all i have rn but feel free to add ur own bc there are SO many things in this show that make me want to eat my tv
#severance#severance spoilers#severance apple tv#mark scout#helly r#dylan george#Dylan g#irving bailiff#helena eagan#sav sav sav
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No Going Back - George Weasley x Reader
Summary - During the Yule Ball, you and George accidentally brew a sex pollen potion instead of amortentia.
Warnings - fluff, pining, and last but not least, smut (characters are aged up to be 18 in their last year of school). No use of Y/N.
Word Count - 4.4k (edited) (i’m not sorry)
a/n - i <3 george weasley. i also mean no snape slander, just making comments more realistic for the pov :)
!gif not mine!
“Whatcha doin’?” you asked as you walked into the almost-empty classroom.
George lifted his head from the boiling cauldron he was watching over when you entered, eager to share what he had created.
“Well, my dear, Fred has instructed me to try and brew Amortentia so he can try and woo Angelica. He didn’t know how to do it, so I thought I’d step up and give it a try. I was the one that took the notes during Snape’s lecture, anyway,” he explained, winking at you playfully after the last part.
The boys were notorious for not paying attention in class, but George had recently begun to share your preference for potions class. After the night in the common room you shared, filled with fun stories and passionate rants about how useful a knowledge of potions could be, he seemed to become more interested in Snape’s lectures. George even made note to ask you to get together to share notes between quizzes and tests. You were glad that he was becoming more interested in school, but couldn’t stop wondering why he seemed so excited about a topic only after you had went on about your own love for it. Of course, you weren’t complaining, especially because now he seems to want to spend more time with you alone, and you’ve had a crush on him since the two of you were seated next to each other in 5th year charms.
“Is that so? Does Fred not seem to think he can woo her on his own?”
“Apparently not. He’s been trying too hard and thinks he’s overdone it. He’s asked her to the Yule Ball like 3 times already,” George says, chuckling over his brother’s endeavors.
“Yikes. He clearly didn’t inherit the charms of the family then,” you joked, nudging George’s arm with your elbow. He leaned forward towards your stature, smirking with intrigue at your comment.
“And who do you rather think inherited those genes?” he asked you playfully, his prideful smirk remaining on his beautiful, freckled face.
“Ah, well, I’d have to say Harry, being as your mother counts him as part of the family, and he seems to have more charm with the ladies than any of you!” you declared, smiling widely.
George tilts his head back, clutching his chest in faux agony.
“Oh how you wound me, dearest.”
The two of you share a charged moment of giggling before the moment got cut short with a terrible sound coming from the cauldron.
“Merlin, I forgot to keep stirring it!” George exclaimed, rushing over to the side of the cauldron once again.
Just as he reached the bubbling, smoking mixture, a popping sound and a wall of purple smoke filled the room in less than a second. Once the dust settled, you looked over at George only to fall into a fit of laughter at his appearance. The tall, muscular ginger was covered head-to-toe in a purple dust, which left not a part of his body uncovered. The tall man wiped his eyes, if only to playfully scowl at you laughing at him. Of course, he found your giggles so contagious, he couldn’t help but fall into a fit of them himself.
Once the laughter died down, you and George began walking back to his common room to clean up.
“Guess I’m going to need some help with that potion, too,” he chuckled.
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The time was getting late, or so it felt like. Everyone else had left your common room, but George remained determined to finish the unit the two of you were working on. Snape had made a paper due in two days from when it was assigned, like the evil bastard he is, and you knew George was stressing. He was never very good at writing papers. Like the good friend you are, you had offered to help him, especially with his wording. He had gladly accepted, appreciating your help. Then, not only would the two of you get to spend time together, but you could help him become a better student, which was always a nice goal.
After the third question he answered was revealed to be wrong, George groaned and laid his head back on the common room couch seat, covering his face with his hands. You propped your arm up on the seat as well and turned your body to face George, trying not to let that beautiful groan go to places it shouldn’t. You were just friends, after all.
“It’s alright George, I’m sure you know it. You just need a little break,” you comforted, laying a hand on his shoulder gently.
George released his hands from his face, allowing them to slide to his sides once more, and turned his head to face you. You could’ve sworn you saw a blush donning his cheeks as his eyes flicked ever so slightly towards your hand, but the moment passed just as quickly as it had appeared. His beautiful brown eyes glistened in the light coming from the fireplace, and a heat began to rush to your own cheeks. You wanted to blame that on the fireplace as well.
“Perhaps. Maybe we should put on some music. A little dance party never hurt anyone,” he suggested, a shit-eating grin beginning to take over his face.
With a nod of agreement from you, George popped up and put on a record. You groaned as you heard the first few notes of O’ Children by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds begin to play. Of course the man would put on a song he knew you couldn’t resist dancing to. He flounced over to where you were seated on the floor and reached out his hand, a glimmer of mischief lingering in his eyes. You grabbed his hand and he pulled you up to your feet so quickly it felt like you were flying for a second, so much so that you lost your balance and fell a bit forward into George’s arms. You were able to quickly gain your composure, giggling it off and turning your head away so he couldn’t see the redness that had climbed onto your cheeks. All George did was chuckle at you, and he began leading you with the hand he still held to the main area of the common room. The man used your hand to turn you around and begin the dancing he had suggested, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The two of you turned and swayed to the rhythm until you naturally fell into a close position, chests only inches apart, hands clasped together. It felt as if you were at last year’s Yule Ball, only this was much better, since you didn’t have a nervous Seamus stepping on your toes. You swayed to the music in perfect harmony, easily falling into an unspoken rhythm that always followed the two of you. George must’ve been thinking the same thing you were, because after a few more seconds of only the music filling the room, he spoke in a hushed tone.
“This is nice. I like dancing with you,” he smiled.
“I like dancing with you too, George. You’re surprisingly good at it.” George rolled his eyes playfully.
“Yeah, well, let’s just say I practiced to impress my date last year. Seems I was the only one out of the two of us,” he chucked, eyes gleaming with the memory. “She stepped on me so many times, I think I have permanent markings on my shoes.”
You giggled, sharing his pain.
“Poor little George,” you teased.
“Oh hush, you,” he fired, wrinkling his nose in the way that made your heart flutter.
After another quiet moment, he seemed to hesitate at saying something else. You piped up and bugged him to say what was on his mind, eager to hear what he had to say.
“I don’t know if it would be weird, but would you want to go to the Yule Ball with me this year? It would save us from having to scramble to find decent dates. And hey, if it’s anything like tonight, I think my shoes will be intact by the end of the night,” he chuckled, trying to make light of the question, but his arms had seemed to tense up a bit.
You smiled up at him, trying your best to not let him feel your nerves.
“Of course I’d like to go with you. I’m sure it’ll be amazing. I heard they were even trying to get Nick Cave come perform this year!”
George sighed and continued your conversation as the two of you continued to sway to the music, but you could’ve sworn his body relaxed with that breath of air. You tried to shake the thought off, because why would he be nervous about asking you to go to the dance? You were sure your crush was merely one-sided. Thinking he had any other feelings towards you would only lead to your own heartbreak, so you pushed the thoughts down and simply tried to enjoy this moment.
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As the ball continued on, you and George couldn’t help but get restless. The music this year was terrible compared to last year, and somehow they managed to mess up the catering, so the pumpkin juice was watery at best. As the night droned on, you couldn’t help but want to get out of there. You knew it wasn’t proper, since it was the middle of the party, but you could tell most people were not having a good time by the amount of people secluding to their tables.
George and you had danced a bit in the beginning, but the two of you agreed that it began to suck so bad it wasn’t even worth trying to jam to. Instead, you had found your way to your table with his brothers, and laughed the night away. The Weasleys never failed to make a boring event a good time. That is, until Fred began pestering George about the Amortentia. George tried to wave him off, but once Fred left, he seemed genuinely bothered by the fact he wasn’t able to brew it. As you thought more about what went wrong, it felt as if the idea just fell right into your lap.
“George, I know what went wrong. We can fix the potion for Fred!” you shared excitedly, placing your hand on his freckled arm. He turned to you, face lighting up.
“Really? We can do it right?” he asked excitedly.
“I think so! C’mon, then!” you exclaimed, standing from your chair.
“What? Now?”
“Yes, now! Would you rather stay here and watch Neville try to dance with your sister again? Because I assure you, they are the only ones having fun at the moment.”
George laughed, grabbing your hand.
“Let’s go, then,” he said, shit-eating grin returning to his beautiful features.
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George basically dragged you back to his dorm. Strangely, this was never how you pictured this happening. Yet, here you were. Honestly, his setup as a prefect was not too shabby at all. An entire room and bathroom to himself, a nice desk he could lay out papers and his cauldron on, a whole story above the main dorms? He was pretty much living the dream up there.
The man eagerly began taking his notes from different books, all scattered along his desk. Though the man had his own space for once, you knew he still wouldn’t clean up after himself. Guys.
After about an hour that had only felt like mere minutes, the two of you had almost completely finished the potion. After decent care and proper mixing, there was only one step left to complete the most powerful love potion ever made.
“Alright then, the recipe says that you must add three drops of unicorn tears, exactly. No more, no less,” you explain.
“What happens if more is added? I don’t have the most reliable dropper,” George questions fretfully.
“Beats me. I’ve never seen it done in real life before. Just, be careful, I guess.”
George looks back at you, a worried look in his eyes as he turns to the cauldron.
“Now or never, I guess. Here we go... there’s one, two...”
Before George could finish his sentence, a cloud of dark red smoke erupts from the cauldron and fills the room. The two of you look to each other in horror, equally knowing that is not how the potion should act.
“What did you do?” you questioned frantically.
“I don’t know! I guess the dropper malfunctioned and did two fast drops instead of only one! What’s it going to do?”
“I don’t know, don’t ask me! Do you think it’s going to explode again?”
The two of you look to the cauldron, which remained calm as ever. The smoke even began to settle. You sighed with a bit of relief.
“I don’t think so,” George answered. “Last time it did that because of the bubbles. It seems to be settling all by itself.”
Just as the you began to relax, thinking nothing was to come out of fucking up the potion, you noticed the smoke beginning to seep into George’s skin. You looked down at your legs to see it was doing the same to you. George didn’t seem to notice, and it didn’t feel like it was doing anything to your body, so the two of you decided to call it a night.
You were in the process of going back to your dorm when all of a sudden, a burning desire settled into your lower abdomen. A sensation that you’ve never felt before began building and building, taking over your entire body by the second. Your body began feeling hot all over, and an all too familiar wetness began to pool in your panties. You rushed back to your dorm, and thankfully none of the other girls were back from the dance yet. You thought maybe satisfying yourself would make the world-burning desire subside, but even long after you finished and attempted to go to sleep, the feeling of needing more lingered in you. You tossed and turned, but no amount of sleepiness could satisfy your growing need. Giving in, you swiftly got out of bed and stormed over to George’s dorms, wondering if he was having the same affects as you.
Right as you were about to knock on his door, it swung open to the tall, flushed man glistening with sweat. George’s face was almost as red as his hair, but even in this condition, he was as beautiful as ever. The moment you saw him, the burning between your legs heightened. You tried to suppress your squirming.
“Hey,” George panted. “I was just coming to find you.”
He rushed you inside his room and locked the door quickly as you entered.
“What the fuck is going on?” you ask frantically, still trying to keep your movements under control, even when the itch to go up to George and kiss him was growing by the minute.
“I don’t know, one minute I’m fine, the next my skin feels like it’s on fire!”
“I know! What are we supposed to do?!”
“I don’t know that, either,” George gasped, throwing a hand into his sweaty but yet still perfectly curled hair. “We don’t know how long it takes to wear off. There’s no research in the school for this shit. I mean, I guess we can try doing it ourselves, but-”
“Doesn’t work,” you mutter, casting your eyes upon the ground. You desperately tried to hold yourself together as the dirty thoughts in your head became louder. “I tried.”
“You tri- oh. Okay, yeah. Wonderful,” he flushed more, if a such thing was even possible to do in his condition.
There was a nervousness to his voice, one that didn’t sound like it was stemming from the stress of the situation. The nerves felt like- like he was trying to hold desperately onto something he had been trying to keep for a while.
“Are you okay?” you ask.
“I mean, I could be better. This isn’t the best situation to be in right now, especially with you.”
“Especially with me? What’s that got to mean?”
“Ugh, I just.. I don’t know, okay? I’m stressed out enough, I didn’t need this- predicament. I’m already dealing with enough feelings.”
Thanks George, how vague.
“I mean, you can always go fix it. I know you’ve got a crush on Angelina, but you don’t want Fred to find out. You were being weird around her all evening. I can tell she feels the same, if that’s what you’re worried about. If you so badly want this to be fixed, I’m sure she would be happy to help you out,” you explain, even though your heart feels like it’s tearing into two by telling him.
You had seen the way Angelina had been looking at him all night. It made you sick, but you knew he was stressed about school, so if that push is what he needed to help him out, so be it. Who were you to keep him from his crush.
“Angelina? No! Even though Fred has a crush on her, I wouldn’t go for her anyway. I don’t like her like that. She’s not the one I would rather fix this with!” George exclaims, exasperated.
A pause. What? Who did he want to fix it with?
“Then who? Tell me whoever you’d like and I can try to track them down. I don’t want you stuck like this when you’ve got so much going on already.”
George shoves his hands in his hair again, letting out an exasperated and strained sigh. He plops on the side of his bed, that strong body of his looking weaker as he defeatedly sits there.
“You really don’t get it do you? Or do you enjoy seeing me in pain?”
Confused, your eyes flick to where they really shouldn’t have. There, sitting very uncomfortably in the leg of his loose basketball shorts, was a very large problem. The sight just about made your knees give out, and you stumbled back a bit to lean on the corner of George’s desk. Your mind flicked back to what he had said a moment ago. You really don’t get it.
“What do I not get?”
Another sigh.
“Have I not made it glaringly obvious? I try to study with you as much as I can, alone. I always make sure I play the songs that help your brain relax when you’re stressed. I make sure I sit on the right of you during classes so you can see the board. I asked you to the bloody Yule Ball. Can’t you see? I like you, okay? I always have,” George lets out like a wave of emotion. His hands fly up to cover his eyes, as if they were strained from stress or lack of sleep.
The fluttering in your chest begins again, but not the kind caused by the potion. George likes you? He likes you back? You heart begins beating so fast its sound fills your ears. A rush of emotions fill you. Happiness, clarity, regret of not seeing it sooner. You had pushed down the idea that he liked you for so long that you couldn’t see what was right in front of you! Now’s the time to make up for it, you guessed.
You walked slowly over to where George sat and faced him. Carefully, as if you were handling the most precious pottery, you moved your hands to remove his from his eyes. George looked up at you with his glimmering eyes full of questions, all of which you answered by leaning down and kissing him.
The moment your lips met, it’s as if time stopped. The most colorful fireworks seemed to flood your mind, because finally, you were kissing George, and he was kissing you back. He kissed you like he had been waiting for years, like you were his air and the two of you were underwater. His hands moved to cup your cheek and press along your back, pulling you closer to him until your bodies were flush against each other. The burning sensation along your entire body intensified, as if this is what the feeling was waiting for. George must’ve felt it too, because he let a groan seep into your kiss. Your legs almost gave out at the sound, and as quick as lightning, George flipped you so you were lying on the bed with him on top of you. Pausing to take a breath, George’s eyes flicked from your lips back to your eyes.
“You won’t believe how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” he admitted, eyes gleaming in the light from the fireplace.
“Me too,” you whispered, taking a moment to trace his features with the tip of your finger. His freckles, his strong nose, breathtaking smile. Your hand settled on his cheek, thumb rubbing up and down like he was the most precious thing you had ever held. Honestly, he was.
George leaned in to kiss you again, softer this time. You could feel all his emotion pouring into the kiss, almost gasping from the intensity you felt. You let him take his time with you, mapping out your every feature with his lips, planting loving kisses all over. It was more than pleasant to say the least, having someone you had loved in secret for years finally loving you right back. You could’ve stayed like that for hours, if it weren’t for the increasing pressure and sensation in your abdomen. You were sure George felt the heat rising as well, because with a glance, he began kissing down your neck, paying special attention to the spot that made you squirm underneath him. Before you knew it, he was kissing down your clothed chest. His eyes flicked to yours, as if asking a question, and you nodded, moving to remove your shirt.
Once it was across the room, George reached behind and unclasped your bra with such skill it seemed like he had practiced just for this moment. The rush made your heart pump fast with excitement and anticipation, but what it pumped with the most was love for this man. You could tell how much he cared from every glance up to your face, always with the question of consent. You happily gave it to him every time, knowing there was no one else in the world you’d rather share this moment with.
Once your top was fully unclothed, George’s mouth began trailing all over your body, taking special time to grasp each nipple between his teeth. With each flick of his tongue, you could feel the burning sensation growing, so you grasped onto George’s shoulder as if to warn him. The potion must’ve been giving him the treatment it had given to you, because he seemed to understand each of your movements perfectly. That, or he already knew you the meaning behind your movements because he had always paid such close attention to your body language. After gaining consent, George happily ripped the rest of your clothes off in seconds, and George’s fingers trailed down to the spot with the most intense burning. The spot you had been waiting for. After getting the okay from you and wetting his fingers, he slowly pushed two into you, curling them perfectly to hit the spot that made your body go haywire. George watched as your back rose off the mattress, as your beautiful eyes rolled back into your head with every curve of his fingertips. It was the most breathtaking sight he had ever seen. After using his other hand to press on your lower stomach gently in order to intensify the feeling, he dipped his head bow and his tongue went to work on your throbbing clit. The pleasure this man gave you was so intense and incredible he had you in tears in seconds, working you up to one of the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. Every muscle in your body was on fire, the perfect man giving you pleasure combined with the power from the potion sending you over the edge in less than a minute. Your body seemed to set fire as the coil in your stomach snapped and the pleasure hit you like a wave all at once. George took a moment to take in your movements, in awe of everything you did. Without wasting any more time, George crawled back up to you and kissed you, wrapping the arm he used to prop himself up with around your arm to cradle you. You felt elated, wanting nothing more than to have more of this man. He brought his head back to look at you and slowly raised one of your legs to wrap around his torso, all without breaking eye contact. With a nod and a slow, sensual kiss, George slowly pushed into you, supporting your head with his arm as you threw it back in pleasure. The feeling of his rock hard length pushing in and out of you at an insanely slow pace was driving you insane, the burning sensation making it feel like your world had just set fire.
“Faster,” you begged, grasping a hand on one of George’s large, muscular shoulders.
He did as you commanded, speeding up his movements. He set an above average pace, both of you on the verge of snapping from the mix of heat and pleasure the potion was providing, and his freckled features turned into such a beautifully nasty expression that it should be either framed or illegal. George looked too good all riled up and sweaty, you admitted to yourself.
Before you knew it, the two of you were reaching your brink. George picked up the pace, pounding you into the mattress so hard you were surprised it hadn’t given out under you. He reached his free hand down to toy with your clit more, hoping to speed up and intensify the impending feeling about to wash over you. Together, the two of you released all the tension that had been building up since you began loving each other, and it all washed over you in such an intense and intimate wave. You couldn’t have asked for anything better, because you had it all. The beautiful man that laid on top of you, feeling completely worn out and boneless, was everything you knew he was, and even maybe a bit more. He was as perfect as a man could be, and the best part is that he adored you somehow even more than you adored him. The love and care you had for each other matched no other. You knew after this there was no going back, but you were okay with that, because you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
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#mary and george#niamh algar#julianne moore#mary x sandie#m&g spoilers#mary and george spoilers#wlw#rooting for them so fucking much#so hot
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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 ──── 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
Synopsis: Regina invites Y/N over to 'study' :))
Content: G!P!Regina George x Reader, Dom!Regina, breeding, degrading, choking, fwb, skater!r, manipulation??
word count: 1.2k
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Regina George was known for her charm, confidence, and, of course, her exceptional ability to navigate the intricate social scene of high school. However, there was one person who seemed to exist on the fringes of her world – Y/N, the skater girl with a distinct style and a rebellious spirit that intrigued Regina.
One day, Regina decided to step out of her comfort zone and extend an unexpected invitation to Y/N.
"Hey, Y/N," Regina approached her after class with a confident smile. "I've been struggling with some of the material lately. Would you mind coming over to help me study?"
Y/N, surprised by the invitation, hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I don't know why you'd think I'm any smarter than you, but sure, why not?"
As the day of the study session arrived, Y/N found herself standing in front of Regina's luxurious house, feeling a bit out of place in her grunge attire. Regina dragged her into the house, leading her to Regina's bedroom where textbooks and notes were scattered.
The atmosphere felt tense initially, but as they delved into their studies, Y/N realized Regina was genuinely struggling with the material. Surprisingly, Regina's vulnerability and genuine effort to understand the subject made Y/N feel a connection.
As the evening progressed, Regina suggested taking a break. "Let's relax for a bit. I have some snacks in the kitchen."
Y/N followed Regina to the kitchen, where they started chatting about their interests, hobbies, and life in general. The conversation flowed naturally, and they discovered they had more in common than they initially thought.
Regina went to the fridge and grabbed two water bottles, reaching behind Y/N who was leaning against the kitchen island. She places the water bottles down but stays in front of Y/N, smirking at her as she places a hand beside Y/N to hold her in place.
"I didn't just invite you here to study, Y/N." She speaks lowly, leaning forward to brush her lips against Y/N's ear.
She pulled back, Regina's breath hot against Y/N's lips. Her eyes filled with desire, and their hands roamed over each other's bodies, as Regina kissed Y/N roughly. Regina caressed and explored every inch of skin exposed. Y/N's heart pounded wildly in their chest as Regina's tongue invaded her mouth, tasting every corner and crevice like a conqueror claiming new territory.
Their hips ground together, Regina's erect member rubbing against Y/N's thigh, eliciting a small moan from the latter. "I want you," Regina whispered hoarsely, her voice laced with lust.
Y/N nodded, unable to speak due to the overwhelming emotions flooding their mind. She reached down, pulling up Regina's skirt. Her cock sprang free, hardening further under Y/N's touch.
"Take off your shirt," Regina demanded, her voice barely above a whisper. Y/N obeyed without hesitation, tossing it aside unceremoniously. Her chest heaved with excitement, her nipples erect and begging for attention.
Regina wasted no time in attending to Y/N's demands, running her tongue along their collarbone before sucking gently on one nipple. Her hand found its way to Y/N's pussy, rubbing it gently through her pants. "So wet already," she murmured appreciatively, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her underwear.
Y/N gasped, arching their back into the touch. Their hips rolled back and forth, trying to get closer to Regina's hard cock. "Touch yourself," Y/N pleaded, their voice shaky with need.
Regina grinned wickedly, gripping her member firmly and stroking it slowly. "Do you want to see me cum?" she asked teasingly. "Yes," Y/N hissed, their eyeballs rolling back in pleasure. "Make yourself cum for me."
Regina pumped her cock faster, her breathing becoming more ragged as her orgasm approached. "You're so hot," she muttered, her voice thick with desire. "You make me feel things I've never felt before." Their words fueled Y/N's own desire, sparking a fire within them.
Their body shook with anticipation, their pussy throbbing in sync with Regina's rhythm. "I need you inside me," they breathed out, hot air brushing against Regina's neck as she kissed and sucked on it.
"We can't here," Regina replied, her voice shaking with desire. "We need to finish this upstairs."
Y/N nodded, biting down on their lip nervously. They knew they had to be careful - she didn't want Regina's mom catching them. Still, the thrill only added to the excitement building between them.
Their legs were weak as they walked up the stairs together, supporting each other's weight when needed. Once they reached Regina's bedroom, they fell onto the bed, their clothes following shortly after. Naked and desperate, they stared at each other for a moment before springing into action.
Y/N straddled Regina's waist, guiding Regina's member towards her wet entrance. Their eyes locked, full of raw emotion and desire. "Please," Y/N whispered, their voice hoarse with need.
Regina nodded, her hands gripping onto Y/N's hips as she lowered Y/N onto her cock. It slid smoothly inside her, filling her up completely. She gasped in pleasure, her eyes widening in pleasure from the feeling.
Their hips moved in tandem, setting a steady rhythm that matched their pounding hearts. Sweat dripped down their bodies, mixing together in a pool on the mattress below them. Their breaths came out in ragged gasps, punctuated by cries of pleasure and encouragement.
"Faster," Y/N panted, her nails digging into Regina's shoulders. "Harder." Regina complied, thrusting up into Y/N with renewed vigor. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her face flushed with exertion and passion. She reached down, massaging Y/N's clit while watching their face contort with pleasure.
"I'm close," Y/N warned, her voice shaky with anticipation.
"Come with me," Regina urged, her own climax drawing near. "I wanna cum with you, slut."
Y/N nodded, her moans growing louder as her release approached. Her pussy clenched around Regina's cock, urging her onward. "Yes fuck Regina, I'm coming," she cried out, their body shaking uncontrollably.
Regina felt her own orgasm surge forth, her release imminent. With one final thrust, she shouted aloud, grasping at Y/N's neck as spasms rocked her body as she emptied herself into Y/N. Their cries merged into a symphony of ecstatic sound, filling the room with the raw intensity of their passion.
When it was all over, they collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily and clutching each other tight. Their bodies glistened with sweat and cum, a testament to the intensity of their union. For a long moment, they simply lay there, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience.
Finally, Regina spoke up, her voice soft and tender. "You're a good fuck," she said, tracing lazy circles on Y/N's back.
"I've never felt anything like that before," Y/N agreed, their breath still uneven. "It was… incredible."
Regina rolled her eyes but smiled as she kissed Y/N's forehead gently. "We should probably clean up," she suggested, pulling out of Y/N's warm embrace quickly.
They managed to disentangle themselves from one another, grabbing towels to dry off. Afterward, they dressed hastily, trying not to look at each other too long as they did so.
"Thank you," Y/N murmured, locking gazes with Regina once more, Y/N's eyes glancing down her body.
"No thanks necessary," Regina replied, her voice low and sultry. "Just promise me we can do this again soon?" She walked towards Y/N, placing a hand on her waist.
"Definitely," Y/N promised, leaning in for one final kiss before leaving. As she closed the front door behind her, a sense of contentment washed over both girls, Y/N had been fucked by her crush, and Regina had fucked someone, period.
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NICHOLAS GALITZINE as GEORGE VILLIERS Mary & George [Teaser Trailer] If I were a man, and I looked like you. I'd rule the fucking planet.
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MARY & GEORGE (2024) - Episode 5 "The Golden City"
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