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shenanigans-and-imagines · 5 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet: Crosshair

A/N: Not officially a request, but I thought I’d better cover the whole Bad Batch while I’m at it. And as a reminder, remember to REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS!!! The tumblr tags are fickle at best and it’s the only real way to support creators on this hellsite.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s always stuck between wanting to keep your body against him, but at the same time not wanting to come across as needy. He’ll probably start kissing your shoulders and neck, before nipping at the skin and telling you to go take a shower. Once you do, he’ll try to play it cool like, “you can stick around if you want, not that I care either way”. But, he does. He does care.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes your waist. Odd, but true. It’s the natural place to put his hands when he pulls you close to him. He likes the way you shiver when he runs his fingers along your skin. Not to mention it’s the perfect place to grip you as his fucks you senseless.

For himself, he likes his legs. Yeah, they’re not as thick or muscular compared to regs, but they’re distinctly his. Plus even if he’s not any taller, it helps with the illusion that he is.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His favorite place to cum is all over your chest and stomach. Seeing you a sweating, blissed out mess with his cum sticking to your skin is the single hottest image his mind can come up with. Second only to you hazily swiping his cum onto you finger and sucking with a moan.

You better be prepared if you do that because you won’t be able to walk the next day.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has an impressive collection of dirty holos you’ve sent to him while away on missions. He’s kept every single one. It’s gotten to the point where he just picks a random holo and that’s the fantasy he indulges in to get himself off until he can see you again.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Like the rest of the batch, he’s had a pretty healthy string of one night stands since leaving Kamino. He actually has the most notches on his bed post which he is not ashamed to bring up whenever Wrecker is getting just a little too cocky. So, he’s pretty experienced all things considered.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Taking you from behind and against a wall. That’s the popular image of him in the fandom and I’m ain’t here to dispute it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not funny, but he’s definitely a smug asshole who can’t help but comment on every sound you make.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it pretty well groomed down there, almost complete shaven. Also, dark hair down below, if you’re curious.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It’s very rare for Crosshair to be emotional in bed. He uses sex more as a way to get rid of tension or get a solid hit of dopamine. Actually being open with someone is not something he’s comfortable with.

The most intimate he gets is when he feels he might lose you, either in the field or to another man. Then, he uses it as a way to assure himself you’re with him and his. In that case, it can get pretty intense.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off often, before and after meeting you. He’s got a higher sex drive than his brothers and needs someway to work off the tension after a mission. He prefers doing it in the shower when he has the time, but he’ll honestly whip it out anyplace where he can get some privacy for fifteen minutes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Let it be recorded that Crosshair is not only a Dom, but the only true Dom in entire Grand Army of the Republic. (With the exception of Commander Wolffe.)

Seriously, the man likes nothing more than pinning you down and using your body as his personally fuck toy. His ultimate fantasy is keeping you tied up in various positions, your body spread open and willing for him to use whenever the mood strikes him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere with a relatively flat surface. I cannot emphasize how much he does not care where he does it: bedroom, shower, locker room, bar bathroom, sparring room, between a couple of boulders out of view of the rest of the Bad Batch. He does not care.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His ego...let me explain.

There are two ways to really get him going, but they both come down to how they effect his ego.

Number one, praise. If you compliment him on a shot, confirm that he did, in fact, beat Wrecker at something, or rasp a dirty promise in his ear that he’s the only man who has ever made you cum that hard; that’ll get him going more than anything.

Number two, jealously. If he sees another man actively flirting with you, he’ll all but sling you over his shoulder and carry you to the closest abandoned alley he can find to fuck you senseless. He doesn’t care if you were interested in the guy flirting with you or not, you’re his and he needs to remind himself and you of that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Humiliation for him is a no go. There’s the more obvious stuff, like the idea of you putting him on a leash or something equally degrading just gets him frustrated, and not in a sexy way. But, more specifically verbal humiliation. He genuinely gets upset if you’re the one to say he’s not good enough for you in some capacity or compare him negatively to somebody else. That’ll kill the mood in seconds.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Much prefers receiving to giving. Seeing you on your knees with his cock in your mouth his heaven. And being able to cum all over your face and chest when he’s done? He’s in heaven.

That being said, he’s not bad at giving, he just ends up mostly using his fingers while he runs his mouth. He can’t help it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, like all the time. He basically has no other mode. Now, whether it’s more intense with pent up emotions or a fun stress reliever depends on his mood. Either way, if you’re not a sweating, panting mess by the end of it he feels like he’s failed in some way.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes. He’s going to say yes to quickies. Where ever and whenever is good for him. But, don’t think it’s really over when it’s over. He only considers it a preview of what he’s going to do to you once you actually get some time and a little more privacy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s certainly willing to try different positions and kinks, but he’s not big on getting more toys in the mix. He’s more than happy to tie you up and spank you, but he’s not so keen on adding a paddle or something like that, if that makes any kind of sense. It’s about his body and what he can do to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Just as good as every other clone, with a fantastic recovery time. A solid average of three rounds per night lasting as long as either of you can stand it.

That all being said, he’s in constant competition with himself on how long he can last and for how many rounds.

Current record for time is two hours before he came once with you cumming a total of five times. Current round total is him cumming five times in one night while you lost count of yours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Surprisingly not his thing. He’s got some cuffs he uses on occasion with you, but not much else. Like I said, he’s in competition with himself, not him and a toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease often, but when he does, he’s an asshole. He’ll keep you pinned down, lazily rubbing the tip of his cock against your opening, never fully going in until you’re squirming and begging him to just fuck you already. Sometimes he will and sometimes, he’ll leave you hanging there. It all depends on his mood.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not especially. In the beginning he keeps it almost conversational, as he talks dirty into your ear. But, it all changes when he comes to the end. It’s like whatever control he had over his vocal cords gets shut off. He curses a lot combined with grunts and borederline feral growls as he rams his cock harder and deeper into you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Crosshair has a real jealously streak, especially when it comes to regs.

While he’s confident in his abilities, he’s aware more than Wrecker or even Tech that they’re basically a bunch of freaks the Republic likes to keep under wraps. A funny little lab experiment. While regs were made just as much as he was, they actually have a chance at being...well, normal after all is said and done. He’s not sure he’ll ever be normal. So, the fear of you realizing you’re dating an actual freak of nature weighs on him constantly.

He needs to remind himself that you’re with him, that you chose him and you’re not going to walk away. It drives him crazy that you make him feel that way, but it’s the truth.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Just as long as his clone brothers (a solid 8-inches), but not as thick. Not that he need that extra edge. His talent is precision after all.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say he has the highest of the batch, actually getting agitated if he hasn’t had a good fuck in more than a few days. His hand can only do so much for him before he gets down right hostile.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’d say it takes him a solid half-hour to finally fall asleep after sex. He’d never tell you, but he likes the feeling of you asleep in his arms. He’ll savor it for as long as he can.

#crosshair #crosshair x reader #clone force 99 #the bad batch #star wars #the clone wars #lemon

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austinbaker94 · 4 years ago

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Answer All the NSFW questions

Ask me these probing NSFW questions ‘cuz I’m bored

SEXYTIMES EXPERIENCES

1. How many people have you had sex with?

Just 5

2. Can you remember the names of everyone you’ve slept with?

Nope, to be fair i never did get one of the names

3. With whom did you first do the sexytimes? Was it good?

With an ex boyfriend who was at least 7 years older then me, and it was okay. The anti depressants I was on made me pretty numb.

4. What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?

Honestly I’m not sure, there really isn’t a time that was the best just parts of different times that were really good. Like the time a guy ate me out for like a half hour before we went at it.

5. What’s the worst sex you’ve ever had?

The last time an ex and I had sex was the absolute worst, I was hungover as fuck, and there was defiantly a lot of blood. I’ll just leave it at that.

6. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex?

In the middle of my high school football field.

7. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve masturbated?

Parking-lot of the college I was going to in between classes.

8. Have you ever been caught doing the sexytimes?

I don’t think so, there were defiantly times that were supper close though.

9. If you masturbate, when did you start, and how?

I was way too young, and I really don’t remember.

10. Have you ever been caught masturbating?

No, thank god!

LET’S GET PHYSICAL

25. Describe your nipples in too much detail.

lol, smaller kind of pinkish, a little bit of hair around them. Sensitive, they're nipples how much detail can I really give

28. (Penis-owners) Describe the size and shape of your penis. Are you happy with it?

Oh god , It’s okay. It sticks straight out, Id say it was average size, Maybe 7.5″ idk I have checked in a long time, decent girth, not too big.

29. (Penis-owners) Have you tasted your own cum? Did you like it?

Yes, and it honestly tasted like nothing

SEXUAL FANTASY LAND

31. Describe your most unusual/taboo fantasy.

oh man, I really don’t think this is too taboo/unusual but I’d love have a guy ride me while another guy sat on my face and let me eat him out. So basically a three way lol

32. Do you fantasise more about real situations, or imaginary/impossible ones?

More real, the impossible stuff/imaginary stuff just doesn’t really do anything for me.

33. Who’s the oddest person you’ve fantasised about?

There’s defiantly hot older guys out there that were probably someones grandpa but no one really specific.

34. Do you ever find yourself fantasising absent-mindedly, or is it something you do on purpose?

Usually absent-mindedly. I see a hot guy and my brain just goes for it lol.

35. Do you always fantasise while you masturbate?

Yes? pretty sure it’s a must

36. When you fantasise, does it usually lead to masturbation?

No, most of the time I’m in a place or situation where that isn’t possible.

37. Have you ever had sex with someone while fantasising about someone else?

No, I don’t think so. Sometimes My mind will wonder off and i zone out bad.

38. Do you have any celebrity crushes that you fantasise about?

Do pron stars count? lol

39. Have you ever fantasised about something by accident, and felt weird about it after?

Yes, some of my friends have hot dads and honestly that can lead to things feeling awkward.

40. Describe your most sexy fantasy.

I’ll just refer you back to 31

KINKTOWN USA

41. How do you feel about BDSM?

I’ve never tired it but some of it looks like fun.

42. What’s your most unusual kink?

I don’t think i have one :/

43. In an SM context, do you prefer giving pain, or receiving it?

Neither (?) I mean a good smack on the ass is nice but like idk if i want it to hurt more then that.

44. Do you consider yourself to be dominant, submissive, both, or neither?

I’d say submissive, just tell what to do.

45. Describe your most recent bondage experience.

I don’t have one :(

46. In a BDSM context, have you ever referred to anyone as “daddy,” “mommy,” or any similar term?

Nope

47. Do you have a kink for any bodily fluids (pee, saliva, blood, tears, cum, etc.)?

Big no, like cum is kind of a given but the rest of it you can keep to yourself

48. Have you ever revealed a kink to someone and had them react negatively?

Nope

49. Do you have any kinks that you’re ashamed of?

Also no

50. How much money have you spent on equipment for your kinks (toys, whips, chains, etc.)?

I have spent plenty on dildos and cock rings but I couldn’t begin to remember how much it all was.

COME FOR THE QUESTIONS, STAY FOR THE SUBHEADINGS

52. Have you ever come solely from penetration (anal or vaginal)?

Only once and it was the best!

53. Can you have an orgasm without your genitals being touched?

No, wish I could though

54. Describe how you like your genitals to be touched.

Can I say firmly grasp it ?

55. How sensitive are your nipples? Does nipple play turn you on?

Enough that I enjoy nipple play

56. Do you find it easier to orgasm with another person, or through masturbation?

Defiantly masturbation

57. Have you ever had an orgasm that you weren’t expecting?

No but that kinda sounds amazing

58. Do you get off easier from rough contact, or gentle?

Both to be fair

59. What’s the best orgasm you’ve ever had?

i was by myself using a vibrator in my ass and a fleshlight between that and the edging I was doing I’m shocked I didn’t explode

60. Did it take you a while to have your first orgasm, or were you an early starter?

Early starter, I think I was 14 when I really finally had an orgasm

ORAL FIXATION

61. Do you enjoy giving oral sex? Why?

Yes and no, i get to worried I’m doing a bad job, but if a guy wants to face fuck me I’m all for it.

62. What’s your favourite position in which to receive oral?

I really don’t think i have one

63. Describe your oral sex technique.

Lots of tongue, and don’t be afraid to use your hands

64. Do you find it easier to give oral to someone with the same genital configuration as you (eg., you both own vaginas/both own penises), or different?

I’d say the same but I have experienced anything else

65. Describe the worst oral sex you’ve ever received.

I don’t think I’ve hand any bad enough to remember

66. Describe the best oral sex you’ve ever received.

My hands were tied behind my back and I was standing leaning against my dresser and he was just going for it while teasing me

67. Do you ever simulate oral sex while masturbating (sucking on dildos etc.)?

I’ve tried a couple of times but I get distracted if I do that

68. How sensitive is your mouth? Is it an erogenous zone, for you?

I don’t think it is but idk how i’d know that

69. Do you like 69ing?

Yes but we have to laying on our sides not on top one another, i need to freedom laying on your side gives you

70. Can you deep-throat?

I’d like to think so, idk if I’ve sucked anything big enough to go to far down though

EVERYTHING BUTT

71. Do you like it in the butt?

Absolutely!

72. What’s the strangest object you’ve had in your butt?

i made an Ice dildo once so id say that

73. Do you enjoy being rimmed?

OH MY GOD YES!!

74. Can you take a lot in your butt, or just a little?

My biggest is an 11″ dildo (its not super thick) so you tell me

75. Describe your most recent experience with buttsex.

I don’t think I’ve had sex in 2020 yet so there is no recent

76. Do you like doing stuff to other people’s butts?

Sure if they’ll let me

77. (Prostate-owners) Have you ever received a prostate massage?

No, but it sounds amazing!

78. Do you own any buttplugs?

I don’t, thought about getting some though

79. Have you ever had an embarrassing buttsex experience?

No, I’m way to paranoid that something embarrassing is going to happen, so i make I am perfectly clean

80. Have you ever pegged someone (ie., worn a strapon and fucked them in the butt)?

I haven’t but I don’t think I’d need to

SHARING IS CARING

All questions assume you’ve done group sex of some kind

81-90 are all a no lol I’ve never been with more then one person at a time

**BONUS DARES**

91. Post a selfie. 92. Post a naked selfie.

I’ll reblog with one

There is 100 but these were all the ones that were actually NSFW

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engaged19times · 4 years ago

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RHONJ Recrap - season 11, ep 1 - C U Next Tuesday!

Greetings fellow prostitution whores and welcome to my new weekly recrap of American institution The Real Housewives of New Jersey! Before I jump in I’ll introduce myself by saying that I’m a housewives super fan (I even watched DC, an experience I wouldn’t wish on my worst sister-in-law), an underemployed comedy writer (I can’t define “napalm” either, Lauren Manzo), and nothing makes me happier than to watch 6 bedazzled hypocrites in Cheesecake Factory mansions argue etiquette and loyalty between physical altercations in the world renowned cultural hub of Paterson, New Jersey. I know essay recaps are a bit of a relic but I am fond of ye olde written word so please enjoy this blast from the past, you scumbags!

We open without fanfare mid-scene to red-eyed Jackie and dead-eyed Teresa sitting in Margaret’s partially finished, wallpaper smothered home. We get the Bad Girls Club black-and-white flashes but unlike in Beverly Hills we’re not flashing to “three months earlier” but instead to “three days earlier.” It might take women of less gumption precious time to build to a production-halting confrontation but it only takes these agents of chaos half a week to get the meatball rolling.

Let’s back up a little to the ominous “three days prior” and catch up with our hot girls. It’s Jackie’s giant hot husband’s 46th birthday so she’s throwing him a party under a tent in the parking lot of a Greek restaurant. We learn that Teresa and Joe’s father has sadly passed in the offseason and Dolores Thee Stallion and Margaret have both had full cosmetic overhauls - Dolores with a second butt enhancement that left her with a giant hip scar rivaled only by Sally from Nightmare before Christmas and Margaret with a boob lift and apparent nipple sharpening (is that a procedure?) that she advertises in a blush silk top with no bra. Never one to be outdone at a parking lot birthday party, Joe Gorga arrives with his storyline - I mean wife, Melissa - also smuggling raisins under a skin tight children’s white T-shirt. Nipples are trending, ladies!

The Nightmare Before Christmas.

A beautiful boob lift.

Tarzan’s headlights.

Margaret’s hot employee Lexi and Teresa’s hot realtor Michelle (both of whom are official friends-of this year), as well as iconic social wrecking ball and Aydin Center for Plastic Surgery mascot Jennifer all saunter in for car park cocktails at this 3D nipple fashion show and as the night devolves we see the cast getting truly shit-housed on shots when out of nowhere storyline sniper Teresa drops the bomb that she heard sexy birthday Bigfoot Evan is cheating on Jackie... more specifically, that he “does stuff” at the gym but mysteriously can’t remember any details or where she heard this head-scratching accusation that draws as many gasps as it does “huhs?” Honest straight people question: do y’all hook up at gyms? And if so, where? Are there co-ed saunas now? Also can one of you explain the allure of Mike and Molly to me? Moving on. Most shocking was that the Perez Hilton of North Jersey doesn’t just drop this wild accusation once, she gleefully skips through this asphalt soiree like a goddamn town crier, addressing everyone she passes like Belle through the town square.

The next day the hard partying crew of Jersey Shore: All Grown Up recovers from their throbbing hangovers and we see cool mom Melissa traipsing through her particle board mausoleum in see-through sweatpants with a visible thong in front of her kids’ friends (you girls keep me young!), Marge Sr. driving a blue Mini Cooper with eyelashes on the headlights (which I assume are like the spinning rims of the Jersey Grandma community), and a flashback of Margaret’s Joe puking next to a tree (relatable, my dude).

Marge Sr.: Fully Loaded.

You girls keep me young!

Over at Jennifer’s palatial child farm we learn that her parents fight so much these days that she moved her father (Carl from Up!) to her multi-generational compound which has only angered her mother more.

Jennifer’s sweet dad.

We then find out Dolores’s dry boyfriend David with whom she shares the burning passion of a melting ice sculpture now lives with her bulging slab of a son Frankie Jr. in the house he and Delores built together but Dolores curiously still lives with her also bulging but slightly slimey ex Frank Sr. in her original house, a near Braunwyn-level web of over-explained but still vague relationship fuckery of which none of them seem on the same page. Dolores hid her surgery from David until the day before, David still works constantly so she hangs out with her ex all the time, and I can’t help but think that we aren’t getting the full story on whatever the fuck is happening under these two roofs. Are they brother-husbands? Is Frank Sr. piping both of them? Can Frankie Jr. DM me his nudes please? The only one being straight-forward in these duel households of confusion is Dolores’s dog who is simply named Dog and I honestly appreciate his refreshing transparency.

Dog Catania, king of transparency.

Finally, Jackie calls Teresa to organize an infamous Jersey sit-down because she somehow got wind of the out-of-thin-air accusations that Teresa all but presented with a bull horn and a PowerPoint at Evan’s parking lot social. They decide to meet at Margaret’s partially constructed house/ wallpaper showroom because it’s neutral territory to hash things out in a relaxing landscape of ladders and contrasting patterns and the tension is so thick you could cut it with one of Margaret’s newly renovated nipples.

Jackie pleads with Tre to clear her husband’s good name and Tre enters a baffling Kelly-Anne Conway bullshit loop which includes such hits as “woman to woman, if I heard this you wouldn’t want me to tell you?” (a reasonable point which is actually working against Teresa because it’s the opposite of what she did), then explaining to Margaret the immediately contradictory “I didn’t tell her and it’s not like I told Evan, I told my friends” (which is an explanation of what she obviously did wrong but said in the tone of a defense), the wacky last ditch nonsense deflection “Alright let me tell you the reason why I did it. This year, now, you know I’m single now. I’ve been approached by a lot of married men that think that it’s OK to have affairs,” and finally just saying fuck it and rewriting history “I did not spread a rumor, I heard a rumor.”

The truth is that Teresa was retaliating for a cheating rumor Jackie entertained about her last year but neither can be held to such unreasonable expectations like addressing reality or admitting fault which is actually ideal because if I cared to see emotionally mature community leaders converse thoughtfully I’d watch Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday not this unhinged turnpike circus.

Jackie’s rival won’t budge so she chooses the nuclear option, looks the reigning matriarch of Paterson in her vacant eyes, and declares confidently “I heard Gia snorts coke in the bathroom at parties” which stopped time on Earth as far as I’m concerned. Is this wild accusation true? Probably not. Was this retaliatory tit equal to the offending tat? Debatable. Do I blame Teresa for immediately whipping into a tailspin and storming out screaming the C-word (no Kathy Wakile, not “canoli kit”) at Jackie no less than 80 times? Girl, no I do not. Jackie has since clarified (backtracked?) that this was an analogy not a rumor she heard which... OK, and whether or not either of the atomic bombs dropped in this breakneck premiere were true, I’m excited to watch our Paterson superstars battle it out for another batshit season!

Esteemed poet laureat of Paterson, NJ.

Join me and my own rock hard nipples next week to recrap a girls trip to Lake George, more developments in the case of Jackie vs Teresa: Jersey Crime Story, and hopefully another cameo by breakout superstar Dog Catania! Please share this recrap with the prostitution whores in your life if you enjoy and follow me on Tumblr (engaged19times), Insta (@engagednineteentimes), and Twitter (@_engaged19times)! I’m recrapping weekly but I don’t get screeners (yet) and it takes me a few days to catch up so please be patient!

XO engaged19times

#rhonj #real housewives #teresa giudice #margaret josephs #jennifer aydin #jackie goldschneider #Dolores Catania #melissa gorga #bravo #bravotv #real housewives of New Jersey #recrap #engaged19times

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Take it Slow - Part Fifty-Eight

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Smut and Fluff.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

You were laying there, stunned, mouth still hanging open. He wasn’t trying to pick a fight with you, he was simply trying to assert his dominance.

“Harry…I didn’t flirt with-“

“Ah-ah, don’t need to talk about it, yeh told me enough last night.” He nestles further onto your chest, and wraps his arm around your belly. “Actually your friends ratted you out.”

“They’re your friends too.”

“True…was that the most you’ve ever come in one in go?” You smirk.

“With you? Yeah.” He props his head up and furrows his brows at you.

“And just who else has made you come more than that?”

“Myself.” You giggle. His face relaxes and he rests on your chest again.

“How many times in a row have you gotten yourself off before?”

“Think my record’s ten.”

“Ten?!” He sits up fully to look at you. You’re getting annoyed, you just want to cuddle. “Ten times in a row? Weren’t you tired???”

“Exhausted, and sore.”

“When did you do that?”

“Um, a few years ago. I never really…knew how to touch myself when I was younger, and then one night I just sort of figured it out, so I started doing it more. And one night I just kept going. The friction from my hand just felt really good. It was incredible, I could barely talk the next day because my voice was so hoarse from making myself scream.” You were one hundred percent serious, but you knew it was also torture for him to know this. “Guess I got a little greedy with myself.”

“Hm.” He swallows hard. “Challenge accepted then.”

“Not right now!”

“No, not now. At some point though. I’ll beat your best.” He smirks. “All from your hand, you didn’t even use the vibrator?”

“Nope.”

“You’re a little wild, aren’t ya?” He kisses your smiling face.

“Maybe just a little. Now, can we just lay and hold each other, please?”

Harry chuckles and pulls you onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you. Your eyes flutter closed feeling exhausted and relaxed all at the same time.

“What’s this?” Harry asks, looking up at Isaac who just handed him a piece of paper.

“An invitation.”

“To what exactly?”

“St. Patrick’s Day party I’m having.” Harry looks him up and down.

“Isaac, you’re not Irish.”

“No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t party does it?” Harry looks down at the date on the paper.

“Listen, my best mate is actually Irish, like from Ireland, and he usually has a party. I could, um, try to stop by for a bit though since he does an all day thing.”

“Sure.” He tries to act cool. “Whatever works, just wanted you to feel included.” He smiles brightly.

“Thanks, means a lot.” Harry genuinely liked Isaac, he could see himself swinging by the party at some point. Maybe before things got too wild at Niall’s. “Wait.”

“Yeah?”

“Who else from here’s invited?” Isaac smirks at him.

“Everyone.”

“You’re a little too nice, you could be a little selective.”

“Bring Y/N with you, okay?” He shakes his head and leaves the office.

St. Patrick’s Day was a couple weeks away, he had plenty of time to decide what he wanted to do. Harry realizes that you weren’t at Niall’s party last year, or maybe you were, he honestly couldn’t remember. When he gets home from work that night he thinks to bring it up.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you do for St. Patrick’s Day?”

“Oh, the girls and I go to the parade in southie. My grandparent’s old apartment is on one of the sidestreets of the parade route, so I know the best place to stand. And then I think we spent the rest of the day at a pub last year.”

“You didn’t go to Niall’s last year?”

“I was supposed to, but I got too drunk.” You laugh. “We’ll go this year, yeah?”

“Definitely.” He smiles.

“Wanna come to the parade too? It’s a lot of fun.”

“Sure!” He pauses. “Isaac is havin’ a party too. Thought maybe we could swing by when there’s a lull at Niall’s.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“You want to spend time with people from work? I’m shocked.”

“I like Isaac, and it would be rude to not at least swing by.”

“You don’t have to convince me, I’m game.”

“He invited everyone.”

“So?”

“So Mykenzie might be there…”

“And?”

“You wouldn’t care?”

“Harry.” You chuckle. “I’m the one fucking you, not her. I’m really unbothered.” You get up from the island and clean your plate from dinner.

He found your confidence and trust to be so sexy. He gets up to clean his plate as well. You kiss him on the cheek, and go out to the living room, plopping down on the sofa and grabbing your laptop. You had some homework to do. Harry sits next to you and turns the TV on. You think of something funny you saw on tik tok. You position yourself so your back is resting against the arm of the sofa. You position your phone, and start filming him. You sigh heavily. Harry whips his head to look at you.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Nothing, just don’t feel doing my homework.”

“Aww.”

He closes your laptop, and moves it away. He crawls on top of you, making you giggle. You stop recording. You scratch the top of his head and give it a kiss.

“That was cute.”

“What?”

“Watch.” He turns his head to your phone.

“You were filmin’ me?”

“Mhm, watch, you’re so cute. Can I post this?” He sighs.

“I suppose. Did the other one get any likes?”

“You know, I haven’t checked. I’ve not been on the app.” You open it up and gasp. “Ten thousand! Popular trend.” You furrow your brows. “Look at all the comments!”

“He’s so hot, hot bf, looks like he was expecting you, those hands omfg.” He starts laughing.

“Definitely posting this one.” You upload the video and all the hashtags.

You both get cozy and watch the short videos together. Some making the both of you laugh and some that had you both rolling your eyes.

“Did you ever have vine?” You ask him.

“For a short bit, didn’t use it much though. Did you?”

“Oh yeah, I used it all the time. I’d stay up super late in school by accident watching videos. I’d laugh so hard I’d cry most nights.” You giggle. “Sometimes I’ll watch compilations on YouTube. I was genuinely crushed when they announced the app was cancelled.”

“Did you make a lot of videos?”

“Sure! Nothing ever this popular though. It’s a really fun and creative outlet.”

“Glad I could help yeh get some followers.” He grins.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Bet this’ll get thousands too. After all, I’m pretty hot.” You shake your head at him.

“Okay, I actually need to get my homework done now, get off.”

“I see, just use me for gains on the internet.” He fakes pouts.

“Now you’re getting it.” You both laugh.

On the morning of St. Patrick’s Day, you dig out your green crop top sweater, and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. You put curls in your hair, and find your green Celtics hat. You knew it would be chilly. Harry throws on black jeans and the Celtics sweatshirt you had bought him specifically for today because you didn’t want someone murdering him while he wore his Packers sweatshirt. Your midriff was showing just enough that you could see your naval piercing.

“You look cute, baby.” He says, kissing you on the cheek.

“Thank you.” You look at your watch. “We gotta head to the T to meet everyone soon.”

“Alright.”

You head to the T and go the few stops you need to meet the girls, and then you uber the rest of the way to where your grandparents used to live. You point out the apartment to Harry. You get teary eyed, but shake it away as you walk down the street to stand on the sidewalk. You were happy you thought to wear a coat over your sweater because it was a tad windy. You stand in front of Harry, and he wraps both arms around your shoulders, resting his chin on the top of your head. Sarah takes a picture of the two of you.

“Harry, Mariah’s coming to Niall’s party later.” Rachel tells him.

“That’s great! We’re gonna see her at another friend’s party in a bit.”

“She mentioned you were going to swing by where she was. Isaac’s right?”

“Mhm. So you two have hung out a couple times then?”

“Yeah, we’ve gone to a movie here and there, dinner.” She smiles. “I like her.”

“She likes you too.”

The parade starts, and it’s as much fun as it always is. You all clap as the floats go by. You catch a ton of green beads that are flung at you, and you put one around Harry’s neck. After the parade you all head to Niall’s. He didn’t like parades. He was also busy getting his apartment ready for the day and night ahead.

“Hey everyone!” He kisses Sarah. “Thanks for lettin’ everyone up.” He kisses her again.

“Course.” She says with a smile.

“Right, well, I got the boiled dinner goin’, fridge is stocked with beer, got the bar set up too. And there’s lots of other snacks around.”

“It looks great in here, Niall.” You put your hand on his shoulder. You take your jacket off and hang it up.

“When are you guys goin’ t’Isaac’s?”

“Later this afternoon, just swingin’ by quick.” Harry explains. “Let’s have a pint, yeah?”

Harry and Niall both crack open a cold Guinness, and pour them into glasses. As you had gotten older you realized day drinking was way more fun than staying out for hours on end. You and the girls stick with vodka tonics for the time being. The three of you take cute pictures together.

“Oh! Let’s all kiss Niall on the cheek!” Sarah says. “Get it, cause he’s Irish?” She giggles.

“Good idea!” Rachel says. “It’ll be like Charlie’s Angels. Harry, come take our picture.”

“What are we doin’?” Niall asks. Everyone was starting to get slightly buzzed.

“We’re all going to kiss you on the cheek.” Sarah explains. “Hm, how can we get all three of us in here?”

“We should get all of us.” You say. “Harry can kiss the top of his head.”

“No way, Harry gets a cheek.”

“Let’s just each take a turn, and then we’ll get a couple of us on either side, I think that would look cute, but I’m the only when that gets those lips.” Sarah looks at Harry.

“What are yeh lookin’ at me for?”

“I’ve seen the Polaroids.”

“Jesus, fuck Niall.”

“What Polaroids?” You ask.

“Don’t worry about it.” Niall says. “Just take your pictures.”

You take a picture of Niall and Sarah kissing, and everyone awws. Next you and Rachel go on either side of him. You squeeze his cheeks between your thumb and forefinger, and you and Rachel kiss each of his cheeks, leaving lipstick behind. Harry’s jaw tenses when he watches you and Niall giggle. Had you kissed him before? It was only the cheek, but still.

“Alright, my turn.” Harry says grinning. “Gonna be a nice wet one too, c’mere.”

“Please, no, ahhhh gross!” Harry presses his tongue to Niall’s cheek just as you take the picture and everyone laughs. “You’re disgustin’.” Niall wipes his cheek off with the back of his palm.

“Harry we should go before we get too drunk.” You say grabbing your coat.

“Good thinkin’. Be back in a bit.”

You both wave to the group and leave. You knew the apartment would be filled with people when you got back, so you were happy to have the time to pregame together. You uber to Isaac’s apartment. It’s a quaint neighborhood. You and Harry had brought a case of beer with you to give to him. He holds your hand tight, he was a little nervous seeing so many people outside of work for the first time. He rings the buzzer and you’re both let up.

“Harry, you made it!” Isaac gives him a hug. “Hi Y/N.” He smiles.

“Hi Isaac! Here we brought this for you.” You hand him the case of beer.

“Thanks! Definitely going to need a lot of this today. C’mon in. I can take your coats.”

“Thanks.” You smile back. You and Harry hand him your coats.

There were plenty of people here already. Harry keeps his arm hooked around your waist. It was clear you were not to leave his side the entire time you were here. Which was perfectly fine with you. These are the moments you didn’t mind he was clingy. You both still had a good buzz going.

“There’s a keg in the living room, help yourselves.” You both walk further into the living area.

Julia and Dana are standing together near the keg. Ah yes, underage drinking, how fun for them. Their jaws drop when they see Harry, and they drop further when they see you, his pretty girlfriend. They weren’t expecting to see you almost sort of dressed like them. You pulled off the crop top look quite well.

“Hi girls.” You say to them smiling, grabbing two solo cups. You had hoped Julia crapped herself when she saw you, and by the way her cheeks flushed, maybe she had.

“I got it.” Harry says, tapping the keg and filling the cups. Julia bites the top of her cup. “Don’t worry, I won’t tattle on yeh.” She blushes. “I was in college once too.” He winks at them.

“We’re surprised to see you here.” Dana says.

“Why? Awfully rude to decline an invitation.”

Harry hands you your cup and puts his arm back around your waist. Julia has her eyes glued to you. Did you know about what happened? Of course you did, why wouldn’t Harry tell you?

“Well, we’re happy to see you, right Jules?”

“Yeah, super happy.”

“Surprised you two are at such an adult party.” He says.

“We have somewhere else to be later. Just here to pregame.” Dana explains.

“Myk’s here too.” Julia blurts out.

“Figured.”

“And Paige, and Mariah.” Harry nods.

“Myk brought her boyfriend too, H.” Dana says, nodding over to where they were standing and talking.

“Oh, good for her. Babe, let’s go find Mariah, yeah?”

“Alright. Nice to see you two again.” You smile at them as you walk away with Harry, his grip tightening on you.

“Babe, ugh, gag me.” Julia says quietly.

“How could you not be over him after everything that happened?”

“Because…look at him! He’s so fucking gorgeous, it’s not fair.” She sighs.

You and Harry find Mariah and say hello.

“Hey guys! Think I’ll leave when you do, Rachel invited me to your friend’s party.”

“Sounds good, yeah, she told us.” Harry smiles.

“You got your nose pierced! When can you put the hoop in?”

“Just a few more weeks, I’m itching to change it out.”

“I promise, you’ll be happy you did it this way. Makes it a lot easier to change them in and out.” You nod and take a sip of your beer. Isaac comes over to your little group.

“Everyone good?”

“Isaac, you are the perfect host.” Mariah says putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I do what I can.”

“Do you have a roommate, or do you live here alone?” Harry asks.

“With a roomie, he’s over there.” He points. “Some of his friends are here too.” You look around and see a few flamboyant looking people and smile. A couple of them walk over.

“Oo, girl, I don’t know you, but I have to tell you, this look, you are serving mama.” You giggle.

“Thanks! This sweater used to be longer, but I cut it up myself.” You get into conversation with the boys.

Harry feels more comfortable now, so he lets you go. He knew you were social and outgoing, he didn’t want to hinder you. Mykenzie and her boyfriend come over.

“Never thought I’d see you at one of these things.” She huffs.

“You can thank yourself for that.” She rolls her eyes at him and his jaw tenses. He’d slap her if he could, but she’d probably like it so what’s the use?

“Anyways, this is Brian, my boyfriend. Brian, this is Harry. He takes pictures for our studio.”

“Nice to meet you.” He smiles at Harry and shakes his hand. You catch the awkward exchange out of the corner of your eye.

“Likewise.”

Brian didn’t look anything like Harry. He had blonde hair and brown eyes, an odd combination. No apparent tattoos. You wondered how long they had been dating.

“So, where’s your girl?” She asks.

“Right there, making pleasant conversation.” He points to you. You smile at him and excuse yourself from your conversation, and go over to him. He kisses the top of your head through your hat. He snakes his arm back around your waist. “This is Y/N.”

“Hi, I’m Brian.”

“Hi.” You smile and shake his hand. “Nice to see you again.” You say to Mykenzie.”

“Yeah.” She says with a fake smile.

“Need another drink, Myk?” Brian asks her.

“Yeah, actually.” She smiles as he walks away.

“Need to use the loo, Mariah, know where it is?” Harry asks her.

“Yeah, follow me.” Mykenzie crosses her arms when she’s left with you.

“So…you two still doing well, then?”

“Mhm, really well.” She looks you up and down. “Cute outfit, very festive.”

“Thanks.” You smile.

“You’re younger than him, right?”

“Um, only by a year and a half.”

“Interesting.”

“Why?”

“Well…I just always thought he liked be the younger one.” You furrow your brows.

“Why, how old are you?”

“Just turned thirty this year.”

“That’s only a four year age difference.”

“Wow, you are smart.” Her voice littered with sarcasm. You roll your eyes at her. “Careful, he doesn’t like that very much.” Your mouth forms into a straight line. She was trying to make you mad, but this bitch really didn’t know who she was fucking with. You cross your arms and smirk.

“He likes it a lot, actually. Begs me to do it.” Her eyebrows raise. She’s never known Harry to beg for anything.

“That so?”

“Oh yeah. In fact, he begs me for a lot of things. You should see the look on his face when I tell him to wait, it’s priceless.” You take a coy sip of your drink. “But I don’t need to tell you, I’m sure you remember lots of things like that about him. Things I’m sure you’d love to throw in my face. But I’m sure that nice man over there getting you a drink wouldn’t appreciate hearing any of it, would he?”

“You think you’re a tough bitch, don’t you?”

“Oh, you poor, sweet, idiot. I don’t just think it, I know it. You think I have any reason to be afraid of you? Intimidated by you? You’re the last person I would ever be threatened by.”

Harry and Mariah return at the same as Brian does. He hands Mykenzie her drink.

“Thanks.” She says to him, her cheeks hot. Harry snakes his arm back around you.

“Alright?” He asks you, not having realized just who he left you alone with.

“Oh sure, we had a nice chat.” She rolls her eyes at you as she takes a sip of her drink. You feel Harry’s hand squeeze your hip.

So this is where it came from. No wonder he hated when you did it. It must remind him of her every single time you roll your eyes, whether it’s playful or not. The thing you weren’t sure of though was if he really truly hated it, or if the defiance of it turned him on so much it sent him into another state.

“Bought ready to go? I’d like to head back to Niall’s soon…”

“Sure! Yeah, lemme just find Isaac, gotta make the rounds and all that.” You nod.

“Nice seeing you again, and it was so nice to meet you Brian, you have a really great girl here.”

Your sarcasm isn’t lost on Harry. He knew whatever you two talked about wasn’t good. You and Mariah follow Harry around. He gives Isaac a hug goodbye. He waves to Dana and Julia, and then turns to the two of you.

“Ready ladies?” You both nod, and head out to your uber.

You get up inside Niall’s, and there were a ton of people there just like you knew there would be. Once you get settled, Harry pulls you down the hall where there were less people.

“What’s up?”

“Did Myk say anything weird to you?”

“Weird? No.” You smirk. “She wanted to start something with me, but I put her in her place.”

“Okay, but what did she-“

“Don’t worry about it. S’not important. C’mon, there’s a party, let’s drink.”

You go out to find Sarah and Rachel. Rachel was talking with Mariah. They both looked excited to see each other. You decide to leave them alone. You find Sarah by the makeshift bar Niall had put together.

“Shots?” She asks.

“Shots.”

She slices up a lime and hands you the salt as she gets two shot glasses. Harry watched the entire thing. How you slowly lick the back of your hand to get the salt on there, and how you lick at it again before you tip your head back. He watches you sink your teeth into the juicy lime and suck everything out of it, juice rolling down your chin. You use the back of your hand to wipe yourself off. You and Sarah giggle as she makes you both a margarita. Your third type of alcohol for today.

“You’re back!” Niall slaps Harry’s back.

“I wish Lou was here…” Harry pouts.

“I know, he just couldn’t make it to this one. Think he had Freddie this weekend.”

“Can’t blame him for that.” He sighs.

“C’mon, let’s have a drink.”

Harry and Niall go into the fridge and they each crack open a beer. You sip your margarita happily as you chat with Sarah. You knew you were going to get hammered, but you needed to nurse your drinks so you wouldn't throw up. You looked over at Harry, who looked absolutely delicious in your now hazy eyes. You wanted his cock in your mouth, and you wanted it now. He looks over at you and does a double take. He instantly recognized the look on your face as he met your gaze.

“Shit.” He says under his breath.

“What?” Niall asks innocently.

“Hm, oh, nothin’.” Harry smiles awkwardly. Niall looks over at you, and he can see the look on your face too as Sarah absentmindedly talks your ear off.

“Look, if you’re gonna do that again here, could ya clean up? Yeh left the guest bath a mess, and Eleanor thought I was a slob.”

“What? How? How do you know-?”

“Was painfully obvious. You both disappeared.”

“You don’t care?”

“Why the fuck would I?” He shrugs and then grins. “When yeh finally have that house warmin’ don’t be surprised if I fuck Sarah in some random room as payback.” They both laugh and walk over to you and Sarah.

Niall distracts Sarah with a kiss while Harry yanks you down the hall, and into the guest bath, locking both doors like you had done on New Year’s.

“How’d you know?” You breathe against his neck.

“I’d know that look anywhere.” You get on your knees and start undoing his belt and pants.

“Just want it in my mouth, you can fuck me when we get home later, yeah?” He nods.

You tug his jeans down just enough, and take his cock out of his boxers. You don’t even pump him first, you just wrap your mouth right around him, and moan. He grips the counter behind him, watching your eyes flutter closed as you swirl your tongue around him.

“Fuck.” He groans.

Your hands were secure on his hips while you bobbed your head up and down him slowly, trying to take as much of his as you could. He pushes his hips forward slightly and you gag on him as he hits the back of your throat. You come off him for a second just catch your breath.

“Sorry, angel. Got excited.” He breathes.

“S’okay.”

You’re back on him instantly, and you moan at the salty tastes as your tongue slides over his leaking slit. You hear him let out a breathless moan. You take him deep, and suck on him hard until you have him panting.

“Gonna come.” He moans, and it’s music to your ears. “Y/N, gonna fill that pretty mouth up.”

You groan against him. You had to be soaked through, but you’d deal with that later. You feel his come shoot into your mouth and you take it all. You slide off him and swallow every last drop. You stand up and rinse your mouth out quick while he pulls his pants back up. He rubs your back for a moment while you catch your breath.

“Sure I can’t do anythin’ for yeh, love?” You smile and kiss his cheek.

“You just did. S’all I wanted. Just wanted to, hic, taste you.” You were drunk, this you were sure of. You hear some Nicki Minaj song come on. Damn the music was loud. “Shit, I love this song.”

You practically race out of the bathroom, and guest room with Harry not too far behind. You find Rachel and Sarah and the three of you start dancing. Harry’s face was absolutely flushed. Mariah comes over to him.

“Dontcha wanna dance with ‘em?”

“Nah, I’m fine watching the show.” She looks at him. “You okay? Your cheeks are really red.”

“Just the alcohol, love.” She smirks at him.

“Sure it is.”

“Oh shut up.” He nudges her. “How are things with Rach?”

“Good! Think we’re going to hang out later in the week.”

“Can I ask a personal question?”

“Sure.”

“Have yeh kissed or anythin’?”

“Yes.” She giggles. “The other day, but that’s all we’ve done. She said she moved too fast with the last person she was with and just wanted to take things slow for a while. Which I’m perfectly fine with. No need to rush.”

“Right.” He nods, and looks back at you dance with your friends.

“They really know how to move, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea. You should see them at a club. They’re crazy.”

“Especially Y/N.”

“Keep your eyes on your own girl.” She nudges him. “Kidding.”

“No you’re not.” She snorts. “You’re a possessive guy Harry. You’re possessive with your equipment, your shoots, and the people in your life. You barely let her go at Isaac’s.”

“That was due to nerves. Bad enough I left her alone with Myk.”

“Why did you sleep with her anyways?”

“I was younger and stupid. Thought she’d be a quick and easy fuck, and she was, until it continued…for far too long. Least she has a boyfriend now, she bothers me way less.”

“I swear she’d pounce at the chance to fuck you with the way she looks at you sometimes in our staff meetings.” She laughs.

“Any one of them would, I’m afraid.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Am I that good looking? Honestly?”

“Harry, I’m a very gay woman…but honestly…I’d take a ride.” She smirks and they both burst out laughing.

You eventually get Harry to come dance against you when Niall joins Sarah. Mariah eventually joins Rachel, but the two opt to sit on the couch together to chat. You grind your butt up against Harry’s pelvis in time with the music. Niall had put a great playlist together.

“Hey, we’re gonna go.” Rachel says putting her coat on. “Mariah said she’d help me get home.”

“Oh!” You practically lunge at her with hug. “Let me know when you get back!”

“Okay! Thanks for everything Niall.”

“Glad yeh could make it.” He slurs.

“See you Monday, H.” Mariah gives Harry and you a hug. “Good to see you Y/N.”

“Same to you, bye!” You watch them leave. “They are so cute!” You kiss Harry on the cheek. “Good job.”

Harry had you up over his shoulder when it was time to go. You had drank so much with Sarah that you could barely walk. You were still singing along to whatever music was playing while Harry carried you around to say his goodnights. Sarah was about to pass out when she gave Harry a loose hug.

“Night mate, thanks again.”

“Night! Safe travels.” He chuckles.

“Niall!” You yell from behind Harry. He walks around and bends down to meet your face. “Lemme smoosh that little face.” You grab his cheeks. “I had so much fun today, you throw the bessssst parties, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He giggles and you let go of him. He kisses your forehead making you giggle.

“Alright, I’m takin’ her home before you two start makin’ out behind me.” Harry huffs.

“Chill, not where my lips wanna be.” He nods towards Sarah.

Harry walks out with you still over his shoulder. You didn’t mind being carried by him until you realize Michael would be at the desk when you got back.

“Harry put me down! I don’t want anyone in the lobby to see me like this.”

“You can barely walk.”

“Gimme a piggyback ride then.” You smack his butt as he crosses the street.

“Oi!”

“I’ll do it again!” You smack his butt again.

“Jesus!” He sets you down and crouches in front of you so you can get on his back. “Alright?”

“Mhm, much better.” You rest your chin on his shoulder as he hooks his arms under legs, and stands effortlessly. “You’re so strong, baby.”

“I know.” He sighs as he enters the building. Luckily there were other drunk people stumbling in.

Michael looks up and smiles at the two of you, you wave to him.

“Can we say hi to Michael, pleasseeeee, poor thing didn’t get to enjoy the holiday.” Harry sighs again but does as you ask. He knew you’d keep whining if he didn’t. “Hi Michael.”

“Hi Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Styles.” He smiles. “Have a nice St. Patrick’s Day?”

“The best! Did you get to enjoy it at all?”

“I did! Just came in a couple hours ago actually. Opted for the night shift so I could hang out with friends earlier.”

“That’s nice. We were with friends all day. Our best friend lives across the street.”

“That’s nice.” You smile big at him.

“Right, well, we’re gonna head up now.”

“Goodnight.” He smiles as you wave.

Harry gets you two into the elevator, you still secure on his back.

“Michael is so nice, Harry.”

“I know.”

“How come you’re not drunk?”

“I am.”

“You’re not acting like it.”

“I started drinking water over an hour ago, unlike some people.” The elevator door opens and he makes his way with you down the hall and into your apartment.

“Didn’t want any.”

“Well, you’re going to drink some now.” He brings you right into the kitchen and sets you down on top of the island. He unzips your jacket for you and you shimmy it off while he fills a glass of water for you. “Let’s go, slow sips.” You shake your head no. “I’m not kiddin’, c’mon.”

“I wanna dance some more.”

“I dare you to try and stand on your own two feet right now.”

“Fine.” You hop off the counter and immediately lose your balance, landing on your butt. You start laughing. Harry sits down next to you, leaning against the island.

“Please, drink the water. You’re gonna have a massive headache tomorrow if you don’t.”

“It’s already tomorrow.” You take your temple knowingly.

“Y/N, for the love of god, drink the fuckin’ water.”

“Why are you getting mad at me?” You pout.

“M’not.” He sighs.

“You swore at me, you’re mad. And I was so nice to you earlier, I let you come in my mouth.”

“Yes, you did.”

“So be nice to me.”

“I’m tryin’.”

“Ask me nicely, Harry.”

“Y/N, would you please drink this water?”

“Fine.” You snatch it from him and take slow sips. Your eyes feel droopy, and you lean your head back against the island.

“Can’t fall asleep, love.”

“M’not.” You take more sips of the water.

You eventually hand him the glass of water, and you climb your way up to your feet. You close your eyes and then open them again. The room felt like it was spinning.

“Shit.”

“What?”

“I have the spins, fuck.” You clutch at the counter.

“Are you gonna throw?”

“I…I don’t know, help me get to the bedroom, please, I’ll lay on the rug.” Harry picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. You start giggling.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re like my prince, no, you’re better than a prince. You’re like a knight in shining armor.” You nuzzle into his chest as he sits you on the bed.

“Let’s getcha outa these clothes, hm?” You nod.

You lift your arms up so he can take your sweater off. He reaches around you to unhook your bra, effortless as usual.

“You’re too good at that.” You say as it drops to the floor.

“Lots of practice, I’m afraid. Stand up.” You use use shoulders to steady you as he takes your pants and underwear off.

“Can I wear that t-shirt to bed? You know that one I really like?”

“My uni T?”

“Mhm, please, I really wanna wear it.”

Harry rummages through his dresser for the shirt, and helps you put it on. It hugs around your thighs.

“Makes me feel like I’m one of your college hookups.” You giggle.

“And you like that?”

“S’fun to play pretend sometimes.”

“You’re killin’ me.” He shakes his head. “C’mon, you’ll be pissed if you don’t wash your face.”

He gets you into the bathroom, and grabs one of your scrunchies to put your hair up with. He runs the water and grabs a washcloth. He gets your makeup off. Your eyes flutter closes as he does so. He washes his hands before lathering them up with your face wash. It was like you were getting a facial. After thirty seconds he wipes it all off with the cloth. Next you each manage to brush your teeth.

“I need t’pee.”

“Alright, let me help you to the toilet.”

“I don’t want you to watch me pee!”

“You could easily pass out on that toilet. I’ve been in the bathroom with you plenty of times while you’ve wee’d, I’ll turn around.” You nod.

You sit down to pee, wipe yourself, and flush. He turns back around and helps you up. You wash your hands quick.

“Stay right there, now I need t’wee.” He does so quickly. You look up and away. You hear him zip up his pants and then suddenly you’re being lifted. “Still have the spins?”

“No, but I’m sure the second I lay down I will.” You chuckle against his neck. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Course. You’d do the same.” He lays you down on your stomach.

“I really would.” He strips himself of his clothes and climbs in next to you. You turn your head slightly to face him.

“Hey, um…” He rolls over onto his side to face you. “How come you wanted to squish Niall’s face before we left?”

“I wanted to do what? Ugh, fuck. Yeah, I need to sleep on the floor, I feel like I’m swimming.”

You grab your pillow and throw it to the floor. You drag half the blankets with you as you make it to the floor. Harry crawls to the edge of the bed to look at you. You curl up and sigh.

“Better?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“Alright make room.”

“No, stay on the bed. What if your back hurts?”

“I won’t be able to sleep with you…” It’s a shameless admission, but he’s still sort of embarrassed.

Harry grabs his pillows, and the comforter, and joins you on the floor. He wraps his arms around you and you back up into him. You prayed you wouldn’t need to throw up. You felt less spinney being on the floor, so that was a good sign. You feel yourself drift off to sleep slowly, and thankful that tomorrow was not a work day.

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the-council-of-new-york-vampires · 6 years ago

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Okay so I keep rereading your Priya x Mc things and I just gotta say “I need more” Your writing is wonderful.

Out of Character:

Thank you so much!! ❤️

Your message was kinda special to me, and I love that pairing too. Therefore, I thought about the couple’s purely sexual dynamic, and wanted to write something special for you too. 😊

I want to see how this develops. It’s not sexual, but it’s a turning point in their relationship. 👀

Amy walked in confidently, feeling a hundred times more relaxed than she had felt the last time she had been here. Meeting Priya Lacroix - casually walking over to her house - had become more of a normality, and Amy was grateful for that. Actually, the two had even agreed on meeting this day!

However, when Amy was let in, she took in the chaos. While there were usually very few people in the foyer, there were now a bunch of them. Several dogs, houseboys, Priya even, standing around. Apparently, this wasn’t a normal day…

Carefully, she approached Priya, turned away from Amy, who was wearing a tight dress - as usual -, six inch heels - as usual -, commanding men around - as usual. “Hey, Priya.”

“No, not like that.”

“…Priya?”

“More to the left.”

“…Priya?”

“Ugh. Are you stupid?”

“Priya!”

Finally, she turned around to her guest. Priya’s critically raised eyebrow turned into a facial expression that displayed surprise. “Amy?”

“Hey.” Amy smiled - and hugged Priya. She had no idea how a hug could feel more intimate than sex, but with Priya it did, and Amy found that fascinating.

“What are you doing here?”

Amy’s eyes widened. “You invited me? Remember?”

“When, last year?”

Calm, Amy, calm… “Uh, no? Like, three days ago?”

“Ah well. I don’t remember that.”

Her face did show a bit of sorrow. “…Oh.”

Priya, however, seemed relatively careless. “Yea.”

It was then that a houseboy interrupted. “Priya? Is it good like that?”

She turned to him again, Amy as well… and the two were facing a man trying to adjust a massive picture - of a chihuahua.

Suddenly, Priya got angry. “I said not like that!”

He adjusted it slighty to the left. “Better?”

“No. It’s a disaster!”

“But-”

“You’re a disgrace, Sergio.”

Finally, Amy asked, “Priya, what is going on here?”

“It’s Jean-Claude’s birthday.”

Amy gaped. “No way.”

“Yes way. Obviously, I’m planning a party.”

“For today?”

“Nah, for the weekend.”

Amy grinned. “That’s so cute.”

It was then that someone rang the doorbell. Immediately, a horde of tiny dogs rushed forward, all of them barking! A houseboy opened to reveal a man, carrying a massive cake. “An order for Priya Lacroix?”

“Bring it in!” Priya ordered.

The houseboy by the door took the cake from the man, who saw it fitting to leave again, and tried to make his way to Priya. Yet, the dogs were blocking his way, still barking. “Out of the way!” he scolded them.

Priya was as patient as always. “Are you making it today or next week?”

He made it towards her with slow steps, the dogs seemingly demanding to inspect the cake.

“Ugh. Hurry up!”

Under pressure, he kept scolding them. “Out of the way!”

Then, it happened: In the wrong moment, as he was moving his foot, Jean-Claude was in the way - and he kicked him! The dog whimpered in pain.

It was then that Priya gasped! The whole room was suddenly silent.

He faced her with wide eyes, gaping. “I-I’m sorry. I swear, the little guy was in my way! I never meant to-”

In a heartbeat and with red eyes, Priya was on him! She grabbed him by his t-shirt and held him up, pressing him against the wall! “What did you say?!” Her sharp fangs were only an inch away.

“P-please… Don’t-Don’t kill me…” he begged, his facial expression as fearful as it could possibly be.

It was a sudden movement when Priya’s arm outstretched, throwing him into a corner!

He landed roughly, blood dripping from his head!

But Priya wasn’t done. She approached him with big steps and placed her high-heeled foot on his chest. “Who you think you are to kick my dog?!”

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed. “I didn’t mean to.”

Her hand reached out for his throat and she held on to force him back up, onto his knees. “You despicable piece of shit!” She held him eye to eye. “If I ever lay my eyes on you again, I will rip your balls off and force-feed them to you! Understood?!”

He was shaking in fear. “Y-y-yes…”

“Good.” Priya dragged him after her until they were standing in front of the open door. “And now…” She turned him around… “piss the hell off!” and kicked his ass!

The young man was kicked onto the sidewalk!

It was then that Priya slammed the door shut, eyes on her houseboys. “Clean this shit up!”

Amy watched how the men were rushing forward to clean up the cake from the floor as well as the previous houseboy’s blood stains.

“Sergio, who’s next on my list?” Priya asked, still visibly annoyed, as she picked up her Jean-Claude.

“Uh…” He pulled out a piece of paper from his jeans. “Harry Ford.”

“Invite him. I want him here in an hour.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

When, finally, the aggressive atmosphere got a little calmer, Amy approached Priya who was petting Jean-Claude, his tail wagging. “Priya, uh… I think I should leave.”

Priya sighed, sitting down on a mini sofa. “Actually… You can stay. You can help me choose.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Choose what?”

“Henris Cord-”

“Harry Ford?”

“Uh, yeah. Whatever.”

“Who is he?”

“A candidate.”

Amy was in the obvious need of an explanation…

It was then that Priya grinned. “You think I choose my houseboys randomly or what?”

Amy gaped. “You have castings for them?”

“Of course.”

Wow. “Omg.”

“Omg is right.” Her grin was yet present.

Amy looked back at the men who were cleaning the past houseboy’s blood off of the floor… and wondered if Harry Ford really wanted this job.

About an hour later, Amy and Priya were sitting in the living room, alone, on two chairs. It was then that a man walked in. He was tall, handsome, muscular. “Hey, girls. Name’s Harry.”

Amy’s eyes widened. It were exactly those type of guys that had had three girlfriends at once in high school.

Priya grinned. “Sexy.”

He stood before them, asking, “So, what do I have to-”

“Strip.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

“Strip,” she repeated.

“Uh… okay…” He began to strip for them, taking his time. Harry took his shirt off, his pants… and stopped when he was only wearing underwear.

“I’d say, like, mediocre.” She looked at Amy.

“Uh… It was good, I guess?”

“Do you like what you’re seeing, Priya?” He flexed his muscles, wearing an arrogant smirk.

“I don’t know,” she said calmly. “I haven’t seen my fav part yet.”

He did seem a bit surprised. “You want me to-”

“Pants off.”

“Oh… Really? Okay.” He took his boxers off.

Amy’s eyes widened. She had expected her day to be spend in Priya’s bed. Now, she was actually sitting next to her, fully dressed, inspecting and rating a man’s dick. At least, Priya wasn’t making this embarrassing…

“How long is it?”

…Nevermind.

“It’s eight inches.”

Priya laughed. “No way!”

“It is.”

“I can recognize eight inches when I see them, sweetheart. That’s six at most.”

He grinned. “I know how to handle it.”

“No matter. I have my standards.”

Harry was shocked. “What?”

Priya faced Amy. “Seriously, would you fuck that loser?”

For a moment, Amy was silent. Then, she spoke her mind. “Priya, I… I think it’s wrong to rate them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Shouldn’t you judge their personalities?”

Priya seemed utterly perplex. “Uh?? No?”

“I wouldn’t judge someone’s genitals. And, no, I wouldn’t have sex with him. Because I barely know him.”

Priya pouted. “That’s cute.”

The guy asked, smirking, “Where can I sign?”

“Uh, the door is there,” Priya pointed.

“Seriously?” He scowled at her. “Is that a joke?”

“You’re the joke. Bye.”

Angrily, he put his clothes on - and left.

“Priya…” Amy faced her. “Have men rated you like that?”

“Yea.”

“So, why are you- Wait. What?”

Priya’s pout was yet present. “Amy, life isn’t sunshine and rainbows. And if I’m a sexy, rich and powerful woman, I may as well allow myself the freedom to choose who gets to fuck me.”

Amy’s eyes widened. “Have…?” She shook her head. “It almost sounds like men have rated your worth based on shallow criteria.”

“Men are pigs.”

Amy’s face was sad. “Not all.”

“Yeah, all.”

…Maybe she had collected bad experiences with one of her houseboys?

“Men just want to fuck. They are shallow as hell. So why are women judged when they want the same? Women have a sex drive too, you know? And they deserve to get their needs met.”

“I… agree.”

“See? It’s not that hard, huh?” Her usual grin was missing.

“…It seems like you have colleced bad experiences with men?”

“Nah.”

“No?”

“I just know what men really want.”

“Oh…” Amy was uncomfortable. Seeing Priya that serious was unusual, yet fascinating.

“Yea.” Priya grabbed a tiny cup of tea and started drinking. In a way, this woman was iconic.

Amy grinned. “That’s the tea.”

Priya laughed.

It was then that Amy remembered the annoyance of the sound… and how much she had missed it. She felt like she had started exploring an ocean… and now, she wanted to dive deeper. To see what was hiding in the dark. To find her sunken treasures. “Priya, are you… always in the mood for sex?”

“I’m not some kind of robot.”

Amy laughed. Never before had Priya seemed so humane. “And you think men are?”

“Men are selfish. Now it’s my turn to be.”

“Is that why you degrade them?”

Priya grinned. That predatory smile… it was back. “Degrade them, huh?”

“Yeah. Like… whip them, spank them… They are practically your slaves.”

“That’s the only thing they’re good for.”

Amy gaped. Even for Priya, that answer seemed harsh. “They’re human beings. With a dignity and soul.”

“I don’t care.” There was something cold in her eyes.

It was quiet until Amy asked, looking at Priya, “Did men traumatize you? Sexually?”

Priya rolled her eyes, seemingly annoyed. “Oh, Amy, you really piss me the hell off.”

“I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked…”

“Then why did you?”

“I just… Honestly? I want to know why you are like that.”

“Like what? I am the way I am. Are you some psycho?”

“No…”

“Then leave me the hell alone.”

“I won’t ask again. I’m sorry.”

“Whatever.”

Amy promised, “You can always talk to me.” She wanted her to know.

Apparently, Priya took offence in that. “I don’t want to. Why the hell would I talk to you?”

She faced the ground. “I… I just thought there was something. Between us. I don’t know what our past meetings were for you, but they meant so much to me. I was at home, thinking of you. Every day.”

For a long time, Priya was quiet.

Facing her, Amy pinned a hair strand behind Priya’s ear. This alone was meaningful.

Finally, an answer. “I thought of you too.”

Amy gaped. “Really?”

“Yeah. But I like to block feels out.”

“Priya…” She pulled her into a hug. It was the only right thing to do.

“You can’t change me, Amy.”

“No,” she said. “But I can try to heal you.”

#priya lacroix #bloodbound #choices: stories you play #choices #bb #priyamy

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foreverlovingdaryldixon · 8 years ago

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If you're still doing prompts, I have 2. Choose whatever you wanna write. I love your writing btw! Okay. Negan's newest wife, loosing her virginity to him. OR. Rick going on a date- on a run- that can turn either smutty or fluffy with a beautiful woman after things didn't work out with Michonne.

A/N: Hurrah!I’ve been waiting for a prompt like this. I’m going to do the first one justbecause I only really do Negan and Daryl prompts. (I don’t feel like I can doRick much justice). Thank you so much! xox

Warnings: 18+ ONLY (seriously.), oral, lots of smut, language, etc.

Word count: 3654

Send me a Negan or Daryl prompt!

Thiswas the last thing you’d been expecting when you came here.

Amarriage proposal, from a man with five other wives no less.

And honestlythe most shocking part was your acceptance of his offer.

Realistically,you’d be a fool to say no. The man was sinful handsome, like walking sex, heoozed confidence and demanded respect. He offered you the chance to become awife, unlimited points, giving you a free pass to anything you wanted, withinreason. You were his and his only, his play thing, his little doll to display,another one to add to his harem. But morals weren’t exactly high on your listnowadays.

Therewas just one problem.

Negan,like expected, had an extremely high sex drive. You could practically smell thetestosterone the moment he walked into a room and although he hadn’t triedanything with you yet, you knew it wouldn’t be long.

Itwasn’t that you completely lacked experience…it’s just you’ve neverdone…that.

Youwere a little over twenty and you’d never had sex, it was something you’davoided telling Negan. You weren’t embarrassed, well that was until you’dagreed to become a wife and expectations were sort of thrust upon you.

Tonight,he’d requested for you to join him for dinner and if the other wives knowinglooks were anything to go by that wasn’t the only thing you were in for.

Itwasn’t like this wasn’t what you wanted, far from it. Negan definitely knewwhat he was doing so you knew you’d be in good hands. And it wasn’t exactlylike you hadn’t fantasied about your ruthless leader since the day you camehere.

Youslipped on your little black dress Negan had got Dwight to give to you thatafternoon. You’d decided to pair it with a matching set of red laced underwearyou’d found in commissary a few days before, a pair of glossy black heels totop it off. You spent an hour or so curling your hair, applying a decent amountof makeup, trying to paint on some of the confidence you were currentlylacking.

Simonfinally turned up to retrieve you just as you finished your lipstick, a lowwolf whistle escaping him.

“Damngirly, ya clean up nice,” he chuckled, ushering you to come with him.

Yourolled your eyes at him with a smirk, your heels clicking against the concretefloor as you followed behind him.

Simonknocked for you once you reach Negan’s quarters, the rumble of his low voiceenough to make your thighs clench together.

Simonopened the door, popping his head in to speak to Negan.

“Broughtyour girl up,” he said, pushing the door open to reveal you stood behind him,your hands fiddling with the hem of your dress.

Negangrinned with that famous wolf smile of his, dismissing Simon, ushering you in.

Hestrode over, shutting the door behind you with a leather clad hand pinning youbetween the door and his hard body.

“Wellfucking hello there, sweetheart,” he drawled, letting his eyes slowly take thesight of you in.

Youswallowed the lump in your throat, allowing your eyes to meet his. “Evening,Negan.”

Hepushed back from the door then, sauntering over to where a meal was set fortwo.

“Imust say, you are looking hot as fucking balls tonight Y/N,” Negan saidappreciatively, his tongue running out absently over his lower lip.

“Nottoo bad yourself,” you quipped back with a mischievous upturn of your mouth…youcould do this, feign confidence until you felt it.

Neganheld the chair out for you as you sat down, a hand over his chest in mockthanks.

“Howfucking kind of you to say. Thought I should make an effort for the first nightwith my newest smoking hot wife.”

Yourested your chin against the back of your hand from where it was propped on thetable.

You weren’t lying about him looking good, he’dswitched out his usual attire for a white button-down shirt, the top threebuttons left open, a smattering of salt and pepper chest hair just visible fromthe angle you were sat.

“Always the charmer,” you said, Negan chuckling atyour witty remark.

You both tucked in to your food then, Negan makingsurprisingly normal dinner chat as you sipped your wine occasionally betweenmouthfuls.

It was when dinner was finished that something in theair shifted.

As if Negan had clicked his fingers and made it so, awry smile gracing that goddamn perfect face of his.

You circled the rim of your wine glass with yourfinger as his dark eyes studied you, sizing you up like his pray.

“Why are you doing this Y/N?” Negan asked suddenlymaking you jump in your seat.

“Doing what?” you asked nervously.

“This.” Then he gestured with his hand at your ensemble.

You looked down at yourself and frowned. “This is whatDwight gave me to wear, I thought it was what you wanted.”

Negan held a finger up to you to silence you fromsaying any more. “I know that’s what I fucking wanted. But that’s not what Iasked. Why did you agree to become a wife?”

“I…” the words stuck in your throat, Negan rising fromhis side of the table and striding over to yours in one step.

He held hishand out, ushering you to take it and stand. Your stomach was doing flips now,you’d really fucked up, he was going to-

“Look baby girl, not that I don’t appreciate youmaking the effort because god fucking damn you look good enough to eat rightnow. But I like my women willing and right now you look scared to all hell ofthe big bad wolf.” He grinned slow and devilishly, shaking his head slightly atyour inverted stance.

You cursed yourself for being so damn awkward.

“I’m not scared,” you said as calmly as you couldalthough you swore you heard your voice waver. “I want this.”

“Then why do you look so goddamn afraid?” he asked,taking one more small step so your chest was brushing against him.

You sighed, closing your eyes momentarily beforelooking back up at him, your hands wringing together nervously.

“I’m a virgin,” you muttered under your breath,breaking the eye contact as quickly as you initiated it.

“Ho-ly shit,” Negan grinned wildly, cupping your chinwith his gloved hand, tilting you up to face him again. “A hot piece of asslike you, I find that fucking hard to believe.”

You blushed at his forwardness, he didn’t ever mincehis words that was for sure.

“Yeah, well, now you know,” you grunted almostdefensively.

“Hey now,” Negan warned, “don’t get your fucking pantiesin a twist just because you’re frustrated. Besides I think I can find a way tohelp with that.”

He said it as a statement but you knew it was aquestion from the way he raised a brow, hands fanning down the curves of yourbody until he stopped at the swell of your hips, massaging circles as heawaited your answer.

You were done over thinking this. Taking another stepforward you pushed your body further into his, one arm coming up to thread yourfingers through his hair, angling his head so his lips were a mere inch fromyours.

“Go easy on me Neg’,” you requested before slantingyour mouth forcefully against his, Negan immediately taking over control.

He growled into the kiss walking you back towards thebed, his hands pushing up your dress until it was bunched at your waist.

You took in a sharp breath as the back of your kneeshit the bed, Negan laying you down with controlled movements.

“Now,” Negan rasped as he braced over you, situatinghimself between your thighs. “If anything I do gets too much, all you’ve gottafucking say is stop alright? I promise not to do anything that isn’t going tomake you feel so damn good.”

Hearing him say those words made you wet at just thethought. Even now you could feel the outline of his erection that strained inhis jeans against your clothed core.

You nodded, Negan not being satisfied until he heardyou say the words.

He cupped a hand to his ear, beckoning you to speakup.

“Yes sir,” you said rolling your eyes, butterfliesrapidly fluttering in your belly when you saw his eyes darken.

“Sir?” he voice was a low rumble. “Well shit baby doll,you have no idea how hard you’ve just made me.”

You yelped as his mouth suddenly attacked yours again,his tongue surprisingly slow as he caressed the inside of your mouth, your owntongue hotly flickering over his. He sucked your lower lip into his mouth,biting down hard enough to make you moan, soothing the pain away with a fewgentle licks.

You were so focused on what his mouth was doing, youbarely noticed his wandering hands until they found the waist band of yourpanties, fingers whispering along the hem.

You practically mewled beneath him, feeling a whiteheat burning in your core, begging to be touched.

Negan heard your whimpers, chuckling darkly as he drewaway from you, laughing louder when he saw your frown.

“Don’t you panic sweetheart, Sir isn’t finished withyou yet,” he said as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, his eyes roaming yourbody.

“Take it off,” he demanded, eyeing your dress.

You did as he said, sitting up to whip the garmentfrom your body, leaving you in just your underwear and heels.

As you went to kick off your heels though Negan caughtyour ankle in his strong hand, shaking his head softly at you.

“Keep ‘em on for now,” he said loosening his beltbuckle, shucking his jeans down until he was left in just his boxers.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy you are,” hegrinned, watching as you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation, biting yourlip until his meticulous gaze.

“Why don’t you come over and show me, sir?” you askedin a voice you didn’t recognise. Something about this man made you hungry andwanting.

Negan dropped his head to his chest, shaking his headat how turned on you were making him.

“You’re making it real fucking hard for me to be agentleman here Y/N,” he growled, gripping you by the ankle again, kissing hisway up the inside of your freshly shaven leg.

The higher he got the hotter your core felt, it wasyearning for him, begging him to release some of the tension that had builtthere.

Soft moans escaped you as he peppered the inside ofboth your thighs with nips and kisses, so close to where you needed them to be.

He even went as far as to trace his tongue along theinside seams of your panties, his hot breath doing nothing to cool the fireburning within you.

“Shit,” you whined, hips wriggling restlessly beneathhim. “Negan.”

“Hmmm?” he hummed against your thigh, the vibrationsjust reaching your clit making you groan.

“Stop playing,” you panted. If you weren’t so turnedon you’d be embarrassed by your desperation, you were like a cat in fuckingheat.

“Oh, baby girl, I don’t know about that,” Neganpurred, kissing his way up the rest of your body, sucking when he reached theswell of your breast that spilled out of your bra.

It felt good but it wasn’t enough. You reached behindyou, unclasping and throwing your bra off before he could stop you, a shiteating grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you.

He cupped a breast in his head, his thumb circlingyour hardened nipple as he spoke to you.

“You don’t like me teasing you dear wife?” he asked ashis left hand came up to mirror the other.

You arched into his touch, your chest heaving withlaboured breaths.

“No,” you breathed, gasping when his tongue replacedhis right thumb to circle around your nipple.

“No what?” he asked, letting his teeth gently grazeyour sensitive breast.

“No sir,” you choked out, breaking into a stream ofmoans as Negan finally took your nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing,giving the other the same torturous treatment.

“Better,” he growled, the flat of his tongue runningdown the valley of your breasts, stopping just above your navel to take aglance up at you.

Negan fucking loved it, he’d barely even touched youand already you were putty in his hands. He owned you now and you both knewafter this there was no going back.

“Tell me what you want baby,” he crooned, kissingalong your panty line.

“Fuck,” you hissed in frustration. “You know what Iwant.”

“I know,” he grinned, lolling his head against yourthigh, “I just wanna hear you fucking say it.”

You willed the blush off your cheeks as you lockedeyes with him, if this was what it took for him to quit fucking teasing thenyou’d say it.

“I want you to go down on me Negan, stop your fuckingteasing,” you practically growled.

“Thatta girl,” Negan smirked wickedly, “that wasn’t sofucking hard now was it.”

You were about to respond when all the breath wasstolen from your lungs, Negan’s mouth covering your mound through your lacepanties.

You let out a feral moan, rocking your hips againsthis face and he poked his tongue through the lace, giving you small calculatedlicks.

“Take them off,” you whined, lifting your hips inencouragement, you needed to feel his tongue on you.

“As you wish baby doll,” Negan said granting yourwish, throwing your panties across the room.

He was straight back to teasing then. Negan wanted youto want it, he wanted you to take control, make him give you that high you werechasing.

Breathing heavily, he brought his face dangerouslyclose to your sex, inhaling deeply before blowing out a purposeful breath,grinning as you squirmed impatiently.

“Shit you smell sweet,” he drawled, his large handdraping one of your legs over his shoulder.

“Negan,” you snarled, tilting your hips towards hisface, sighing as his nose brushed your clit.

“Yes, doll face?” he asked innocently, his tongueflickering out like a snake to wet his lips.

You brought a hand up to thread through his hair,tilting his head back towards your glistening mound.

“Please,”you begged.

“Make me,” Negan countered with a glint in his eye.

He didn’t need to tell you twice. Using the grip youalready had on his head, you pulled his mouth forcefully against your core,moans leaving you the second he made contact.

Negan seemed to take over from there, kissing yourpussy as if it was your mouth, his tongue caressing the insides of your folds,eyes closed as he moaned at the taste of you in his mouth.

You were lost to the sensations, your hips rotatingagainst his eager mouth, yelping as you felt a finger come up to tease yourentrance.

He slid in slowly, licking upwards until he latchedonto your clit, sucking the bud before letting it go with an obscene pop,repeating this in time with the rhythm of his finger.

“Fuck,” you whined pushing his head harder against youas you felt your release creep closer and closer. “Fuck fuck fuck, Negan.”

“Yes?” he asked against your pussy, the vibrationsmaking your groan louder.

“Faster,” you begged, you hands trailing up your bodyto clamp onto your nipples. “Faster, more more.”

His tongue was gliding against you and your hipsthrusted back and forth, letting you fuck yourself his tongue as his fingercurled within you.

“Yes yes yes,fuck fuck fuck,” you practically cried, bucking your hips furiously against hisface, your hand flinging to his head as you used him at your disposal.

You pulled his hair almost painfully as you made himclamp on to your clit, forcing yourself to ride out the overstimulation.

“I-I’m gonna,” you choked. Fuck, you’d never feltsomething so good in your entire life. “Negan, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Negan sucked down hard on your bundle of nerves,adding a second finger to thrust back and forth, finally making you crash overthe edge.

“Yes yes yes,” you cried as waves of pleasure rippledthrough your body again and again, Negan riding you through it. “Negan! Shit,yes Negan!”

Your body fell slack, your hands falling from hishair, your breasts heaving with each inhale of breath.

Negan stopped sucking, removing his wet fingers fromyour core, cleaning you up with his tongue lightly, soft pitiful moans fallingfrom your mouth as he gently licked up your slit.

“Don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear so much doll,”Negan commented with a smug smirk, kissing the insides of your open thighs,removing your leg from his shoulder so he could crawl over you.

Your eyes that were closed fluttered open in time tosee Negan draw his slick fingers into his mouth, moaning appreciatively as hesucked them clean.

“You have got to taste yourself baby girl, you tastefucking delicious,” he grunted, his mouth sliding over yours, plunging histongue into your mouth to prove a point.

It was the first time a guy had gone down and you andyou were not fucking disappointed, Negan proved he knew what he was doing.

“What’d you say sweetheart,” he spoke as he pulledaway, surprising you as the head of his cock ran through you wet folds, “you reckonyour wet enough for me now?”

Your tilted you had back in pleasure, angling yourhips up towards him. “I’d say so, sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Negan drawled, pushing lightlyat your entrance as he kicked the rest of his boxers off, “you let me know ifit’s too fucking much, I know my big dick might be- fuckkk!”

Negan hissed and you jolted your hips forward, suckinghim in a couple of inches. You weren’t interested in his cock talk, you justwanted to feel him.

“Fucking filthy,” he muttered with a wicked smile,pushing another inch into you, pausing as you clamped down on your bottom lip.

He wasn’t lying about being big, his girth stretchedout your walls as you clung onto his shoulders, urging him to keep going.

You tried to keep control of your breathing throughthe pain as he continued deeper into your depths.

After a while he stopped all together, finally athilt.

“Move Negan, please,” you asked, knowing that pleasurewould eventually push through the burning pain.

Negan kissed you softly, catching you off guard as hepulled out a few inches, gliding gently back into you.

He continued this motion as you got used to the sizeof him, trying with all the restraint he had in him not to just fuck you into oblivionlike he wanted.

His forehead fell to your collarbone and you buckedyour hips in time with his, building up the friction, the pain graduallyebbing.

His thrusts were controlled and calculated, know he’dhave to push a bit harder if he wanted you to feel pleasure.

Waiting until your hisses turned into soft moans,Negan quickly snapped his pelvis into yours, feeling victorious as a hum ofdelight came from you, knowing he’d found your g-spot, your heels falling to the floor with a clatter.

He continued working on the spot, kissing and suckingthe sensitive skin of you neck, growling in ecstasy as you sank your nails intohis back.

The more he fucked you the more confident you got, wrenchinghis head so you could take his earlobe into your mouth, sucking and nibbling,whispering into his ear to fuck you harder.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Negan groaned, snapping his hips into youas hard as his could, feeling his orgasm not far off.

“Uhh- yes Negan,” you moaned feeling the familiarwhite heat coiling with every thrust.

“Cum for me baby girl, cum all over my cock,” hedemanded, bucking into you with a furious pace.

With the force he was going his pubic bone hit yourclit at just the right pressure, the increased speed making your lose control.

Your hips became erratic as you carried out hiscommand, allowing yourself that release once again, cumming fast and hardaround him.

Your muscles convulsed around him, causing Negan tolet out a strangulated moan before his climax overtook him, his cum shootinginside of you as you moaned out his name over and over.

“Fucking goddammit Y/N,” Negan growled as you milkedhim for every last drop, both of you collapsing in sweaty mess on the bed.

He rolled over, swooping his hand under your jaw tokiss you passionately and surprisingly sweetly.

Negan’s hand rested on the curve of your waist as hedrew his body flush against yours, revelling in the feel of his naked bodypressed against you.

“Didn’t hurt too much?” Negan asked as his handstroked the length of your body back and forth.

“No, it was perfect,” you assured, pressing a kiss tothe side of his jaw.

Negan nodded, snaking his arm around your back.

“You’ll stay with me tonight,” he said, once againsurprising you as he never let any of the wives stay after they were done.

“Why?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s your first time baby girl, I want it to bespecial for you,” Negan said gently skimming his mouth against yours, his largehand palming your ass cheek.

“Do we get to do it again in the morning?” you askedwith an apparent afterglow of confidence.

Negan grinned slowly with a nod, rolling you both overuntil you were laid on top of him.

“My dirty girl.”

#18 +#negan #negan x reader #negan x you #negan imagine #prompt

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aggresivelyfriendly · 8 years ago

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AN- this will be familiar at first, but then it takes a very smutty turn. 17+, NSFW-threesome kink.

Sorry, or you’re welcome!

Harry made his way over to Nick and could see him bouncing on his heels. He was in for it.

"Fucking Harold, of course you've been here 10 minutes and already worked your magic on my dream man," Nick mocked.

"What are talking about, just met him." Harry tried for deflection and took a drink of his cocktail before. Looking over his shoulder. Laurel turned away quickly, but Willy smiled at him.

"That's what I'm talking about, they've been watching you since you walked away. Fancy a three way, Styles?" Nick laughed loudly.

Harry shook his head, he was really just interested in a two way, honestly. From there Nick launched into a schpiel about all the ways that Willy Cartier could do no wrong.

"Harry, he totally out styles, Styles. Think he's walked every designer you love. The man must eat nothing but Kale with the way he looks with no clothes on. I've never seen him misstep with his fashion. I heard the other day that he spent $500 on these painted jeans, but from the picture, they were worth every penny." Harry scoofed internally, but then remembered the $900 he'd spent on his leather jeans, Nick was still going, "They were tight, not obscene like yours, but perfectly thigh skimming. Ugh. His facial hair, think he shapes his eyebrows or he's just lucky being Vietnemese? "Harry treated the question as rhetorical, and that seemed the right choice, because Nick was STILL talking. But Harry must have lost the plot, because he swore that Nick had just mentioned Willy's arsehole.

"I'm sorry, What?" Harry dropped the t as always and his face was a picture of bafflement.

"What, what? I'm gay, Harry, not just visiting, I spend time back there. It's supposed to be aesthetically pleasing. He's very groomed, could see him doing it for Frank Ocean, I mean, I'd bleach mine for either of them honestly. Could be a bonding experience. We could test it out!" Nick was raising his eyebrows excitedly.

Harry laughed out loud and felt his shoulders come down for the first time since he spotted his girl. The rest of the night was filled with more anecdotes from Nick about the magnificence of Willy and conjecture about his willy. Apparently he had a tight nit group of childhood friends he vacationed with and could lad it up on a night out, stupid hand gestures included.

Harry was frankly sick of the discourse, he loved Nick, but his ego was sore and Grimmy kept pressing on the bruise with his praise.

It wasn't really fair to Nick, Harry'd been comparing himself to Willy pretty much constantly since he saw him with Laurel going to the pub.

In an effort to distract himself, He'd clocked on Laurel's location again. She was perched on the end of a chair and Willy was whispering in her ear. She snorted in response, and he filled in the sweet sound in his head.

"Why the long face , Harry. Someone put olive juice in your drink, " Nick took his cocktail and sipped it.

Harry ignored his antics, "how do you know all this about the fellow?" Harry had spent a fair amount of time on Laurel's instagram recently and that had led him to Willy's. But this information was mostly unfamiliar. Nick knew things Harry had not sussed out from his social media. Though he was envious of his wardrobe.

"I've asked around, have you not noticed he's my new celebrity crush. Keep up Harold!" Nick all but shouted and Harry felt the burn of eyes in his neck. His skin prickled and he turned to the side and caught Laurel's quick turn away again. He would have felt a moment of smug satisfaction, but couldn't find it in himself. She may have glanced at him a couple times, but the man of every ones' dreams was still attached to her hip.

Tomo came over then to lead him through his section and Harry was thankful for the break from the fan club. "Who was the girl?" Tomo asked as they rounded the last corner of the installation.

"Which girl?" Harry feigned as he placed his 5th empty glass on a passing tray.

"The one you keep looking for with the long haired bloke," Tomo rolled his eyes at Harry. "You've got that look, like chances missed."

"Just a girl I used to know," Harry shrugged and excused himself to the bathroom.

It was down a long, narrow hallway and the lighting was bad, a little too dim to accomplish its atmospheric intent, so he wasn't surprised when he stumbled into someone. He smelled her before he saw her. He anchored his hand on her hip and his breath caught. Maybe the lighting was fine, because a mood was set.

He pulled back to look her in the eyes and watched her pupils dialate and her chest brushed his when she sucked in a breath.

"Hi Harry," she breathed, and he was so encouraged by her physical response to him he nearly missed the change. Her eyes shuttered and she untangled herself from him. "Can't believe I bumped into YOU, that's a change, clumsy." Laurel laughed. "So, what do you think of Willy?" She asked and flicked her hair over her shoulder.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Dunno, what do you think of Willy?"

"I think he's perfect and a really good time. He pursued me after we met at ed's. Figured he had an agenda, but he surprised me and asked me out instead," she smiled and gave a shrug. "He's a good cook and he's been teaching me yoga."

"I didn't know you liked yoga."

"Me either. But of course you didn't Harry," She gave him a sad smile and quick hug before starting to walk away.

His stomach dropped out, there was a lot he didn't know. "Laurel, you look really good, so happy, and I'm glad. I just," he pinched his bottom lip. "I wish it had been me."

Laurel blinked quickly a couple times and walked away.

Harry didn't feel much like hanging around after that, do he made his goodbyes and grabbed his coat. He laughed at his own childishness when he gave the photo of Willy at the entrance a two fingered salute.

His self pity was boring even him, but his regret was overwhelming. Laurel was gone, her new man meant to be.

He found himself scrolling down her Instagram and had a miniature heart attack when he accidentally double tapped a photo of her the day she got hired by Ed Lee. It was right before they met. He broke the little heart quickly and decided he needed to put away the technology before he did something he couldn't undo so easily. He had just plugged the phone in his kitchen and was turning to walk again when it buzzed again.

His draw dropped before the side of his mouth quirked up into a smug smile at the memory tinged message.

"I wasn't the only one who got a show in Barcelona."

Harry smirked, she was texting him, he rolled his head back on his neck and wondered if he should respond. He closed his eyes and watched her body move in his mind's eye. "I remember my show very well. What does Willy think of your shows?" He couldn't help but tack on, petty he knew, but his ego was a little bruised from Nick's fangirling.

"He hasn't had one yet, think he'd rather have you put one on. He talked about you after we left for ages."

He quirked his brow, "how do you feel about that?"

"I feel like you should come over." And there was an address.

Harry stopped, was he gonna do this? He missed her, loved being inside her, but it'd been a time since he'd been with a guy.

He was grabbing his keys and heading to the door before he could talk himself out of it.

The drive wasn't far, but Harry still had time for second thoughts. He was jingling his keys when he got to the door.

His nerves evaporated when Willy answered the door shirtless with his jeans unbuttoned while holding a glass of wine.

"Allo, Harry. Come in. Make yourself welcome. Wine?" Willy moved through the flat to the living room and pointed Harry to the couch where Laurel was lounging. She was dressed in only a man's shirt. Harry felt a twinge that it wasn't his, but shook it off.

He approached her and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder to avoid startling her and leaned down to kiss her cheek. She surprised him by turning her mouth in. He felt the zing he always did when their lips touched. She pulled back then and gave him a promising smile before biting her lip. Harry sat on the other end of the couch from her and she promptly put her legs in his lap.

Willy came in then and handed Harry a stemless glass of wine. His hand lingered and he momentarily intertwined their fingers before going to sit on the opposite side of the coffee table on the floor. Harry could see his happy trail an his eyes followed it down before he looked up and caught Willy watching him. Harry was over dressed in his button down and skinnies.

"Harry, I caught your show, the last date in London. You are very powerful on stage, no? Where do you find the energy?" Willy sipped his wine and held Harry's eye.

"Umm, it's the adrenaline, the crowd and a bit of fear, I guess."

"It does not look like fear, you look fearless, like a lion. Stalking around, whipping your hair, it’s very sexy, no?" Willy directed the last question to Laurel and Harry looked at her to catch her response.

He nearly swallowed his tongue when she widened her legs just enough for him to see she was pants-less.

"Harry knows I think he's sexy. I loved when he came to me fresh from a show, sweaty and amped. You were always a little rougher then," her voice, usually a little husky dipped an octave by the end of her sentence and Harry went from half to fully hard. Her voice did things to him, her foot had suddenly found his bulge and the quick rub she gave finished the job.

It was decision time, it was clear they were all here for one thing, Harry was unsure if he should move things along or not. His hard cock demanded he stay, but his feelings for Laurel made him pause. This would change things irreparably. He moved his hand to Laurel's calf and and wrapped his hand around the curve of it. She widened her legs and the light shined off her pink lips. He was doing this.

Harry's hand migrated up her leg, passed knee, onto her outer thigh, where he exerted pressure. Laurel responded by placing her glass on the table and sliding her other leg over his lap. Once there, she breathed against his lips, "Hi."

Harry let his hand find her sacrum, "Hi," he said before kissing her. He pressed his lips against hers and was rewarded by her enthusiastic response, she slotted her top lip between his and opened just wide enough to give a quick lick of tongue against his. He smiled despite himself. He loved that move. He repeated it and she gasped when he gripped her bottom. He used the opportunity to open his mouth wider against her and slide his wine flavored muscle against hers. The kiss continued and Laurel began to nip at his bottom lip at the exact time her hips began to rock against his lap.

Harry glanced up and found Willy standing behind Laurel. "You both have a lot of clothes on," He commented before reaching between Harry and Laurel and unbuttoning her shirt. "Laurel, help out your friend."

Laurel's hands flew to the button on his blue silk shirt. Between the three of them, they were all topless in moments. Willy pushed his button up off Laurel’s shoulders, but lingered over her nipples on the way up. Her head fell back on her neck and Harry was slightly jealous that Willy already knew that weakness. Harry replaced Willy's hands with his mouth on her right breast and was rewarded by a moan that was quickly suffocated by the kiss he caught Willy placing on her lips.

Harry's shirt was hanging off his elbows and his jeans were uncomfortably tight. He shifted, "Can we continue this somewhere with more room?"

"Oui," Willy nodded, and helped Laurel to her feet, pinching her bare bottom as she walked in front of him, hastening her motion. By the time Harry made it to the bed room he found them in down the hall, Willy was left in a small pair of black trunks. Nick was right, he had a beautiful body. Willy reclined on the bed and Laurel straddled him. They shared several kisses while Harry watched. But a moment later, Laurel looked up and saw him in the door in just his jeans.

"Harry, come?" she extended her hand to him. He walked to the bed and her hand found the button of his jeans when he was in reach. She unbuttoned him and smiled at Willy knowingly, "You're in for a treat," she promised and pulled Harry free, pumping him several times before leaning over to place him on her lips. He gritted his teeth, her mouth always felt so good. He was distracted until a hand ran up his chest and into his hair, he opened his eyes to find Willy pulling him down to his mouth. Laurel continued to grind on Willy's lap and swallow Harry while the boys shared a kiss.

"Join us, Harry," Willy motioned to the bed and Harry started to move, but not before Laurel rid him of his bottoms.

She stroked him twice and smiled at Willy, "gorgeous, right? Just like I said."

"Qui," Willy responded.

Harry blushed, which seemed ridiculous considering his predicament. He watched Laurel as she made pulled Willy free, and was momentarily impressed himself. His eyebrows shot up and his male partner gave him a smug smile. He fitted himself against Laurel's naked back while she stroked Willy's dick. His hands found her sensitive nipples and he rubbed them in circles until she was shaking and she pulled his hair to make him kiss her. He felt the bed shift and saw that Laurel was pulling Willy up, so she was sandwiched between them. She kissed Willy deeply, then switched to Harry before placing her hands gently on the back of their heads to encourage them.

This was a proper kiss, and Harry loved that his mouth was full of a new flavor while his nose was full of Laurel's familiar arousal. A hand found his dick and he wasn't sure whose it was for a moment until he felt its size. When he felt a mouth lick around the tip of it from underneath, he groaned. He pulled away to look down me at the yin yang kiss Laurel was giving his cock’s crown; it was a sight.

"Gorgeous," Willy breathed, while pulling her back. "Stand up, cher," he said as he guided her between the two of them. Willy’s tongue and lips found their way between her legs and her sighs told Harry he was doing something right. She arched her back and his nose found a place in the upper cleft of her ass. He opened his mouth and delved into her, rimming until she leaned forward and he was afforded the ability to lick into it. When he brought his fingers up into play, he fitted two into her wetter opening and one into its neighbor. Laurel rocked onto his fingers and Willy's tongue until she was shaking and both men were holding her up. Her cries reached a fever pitch, and he was surprised to hear his name come out of her mouth. She slide down into his lap and giggled a bit. "Mmmmm," she lolled her head back onto his shoulder and he pressed a kiss to her sweaty temple. "I need a minute, can I watch watch you two?"

Harry looked up and over Willy sitting on his haunches on the bed, dripping cock jutting out. He reached forward and cupped his tight scrotum. "Yeah," he rasped.

"Oui," Willy reached for him and they fondled each other for a moment. "Laurel, can you get lube for me, that drawer," he nodded his instructions while Harry bit his neck. Laurel opened it quickly and located a small bottle of thick clear fluid and tossed it onto the bed. She continued to watch Harry's descent while Willy picked up the lube and felt herself dampen further when he wrapped his lips around Willy. Whatever Willy's plan had been was interrupted as Harry licked his tip before sliding down and up over cock. When he neared the base he pulled up and brought his hand up to complete the stroke. Willy moaned as he opened the lube, wetting his fingers with it, and reaching back to begin opening himself up.

At this, Harry caught Willy's hand and pulled off him with a pop. "I want you," he said and he could see the surprise on both of their faces. Willy nodded and pulled him up with his clean hand to kiss him while bringing his fingers back to Harry's ass. He groaned when the first slick digit easily slipped it. Willy used his other fingers to massage his perineum and when Harry was squirming, he slipped another into his tight passage.

Harry wasn't sure what Laurel was up to, but he could hear her moving to the end of the bed. When Willy pulled him slightly forward and rewet his fingers, he looked back to find her, breathless, red checked, and knuckle deep in her own quim, watching him being opened up. When Willy brought three fingers back to his ass, he leaned forward and Laurel mirrored his motion, watching avidly as he surrendered.

He looked back to Willy when it began to feel more pleasurable than uncomfortable and nodded.

"Turn around," Willy instructed and Harry complied, finding himself nearly face first in Laurel's fragrant lap. She pulled her fingers free and offered them, and he sucked them obediently. It distracted him enough that he didn't feel Willy's entrance until the widest part of his flared head reached his tight ring of muscle. He tensed for a moment and felt Willy rub his right shoulder. Laurel reached forward and licked his lips. Harry opened to her to share the flavor she'd graced him with and groaned aloud when he was breached.

"Oh," he moaned me let his head drop until her felt Willy's slim hips meet his own. After a few strokes, when he came back to himself, he busied himself in Laurel's lap, with his digits and tongue. She was excitedly watching the goings on behind him and had wet his fingers repeatedly in her joy. She grabbed Harry's hair and pulled him up after her most recent shutter.

"I can't," she warmed. "Please, please," she begged and he pushed back onto Willy, forcing him to his haunches again.

"Come," he said stroking over himself and rolling on a condom. He saw a flash of emotion at that, but she shook it of and he guided her to straddle his lap. "I won't last long," he warned, as Willy pushed all the way in.

"I won't either," she licked her fingers and moistened herself for insurance before pointing him home. She sunk slowly and Harry growled at the overwhelming sensation of his surroundings. Laurel bounced on him and provided the motion, rocking him onto Willy's dick. Willy was mewling behind him, whispering in French lowly, either praying or begging. Harry flt him seize up when Laurel came down forcefully. He was suspended between the two and watched Laurel's face open and close before cried his name out. It was too much, and Harry filled the condom on a gasp.

Laurel's head flopped onto his shoulder and he kissed her temple again, while Willy peppered his back with kisses.

Laurel giggled after long moments of shuddering breaths from all of them.

"Now that was a show!"

#harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #divide #new men #one direction fanfiction

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kungfubreakfast · 6 years ago

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So so so so so many lovely ladies today with nine new sets including three multi-muse sets! Time is going by so fast this year. I’ve can’t believe we’re already halfway in to March. I have a cold this week so that’s a bummer but tomorrow I’m planning on making the journey to Lake Elsinore to see the Super Bloom. SoCal so rarely gets its rain but when it does (plus a few other conditions) like this year then the fields are littered with wild flowers including the poppies. Two years ago I got a chance to do my one and only shoot with Mandee Leslie in the superbloom in Antelope Valley so I’m stoked to do it again. Keep your fingers crossed my cold is gone by then.

First up we have a new set with Sister Bonez. The good Sister has really been one of my absolutely favorite Muses to work with over the past year. She always has killer looks, poses, great ideas, etc. It’s been so rainy here lately that I was a bit worried we might get rained out but luckily the worst we got was a sprinkle during the opening portion of our shoot in Pomona. We shot some cool urban stuff and then Sister Bonez treated me to a cup of a coffee at this cool Mexican coffee place called Mi Cafecito Coffee where we both got marzipan lattes with oat milk. They were seriously to die for. After that we headed to a beautiful botanical garden for the second leg of our shoot. I had never been to this particular botanical garden so it was fun to check out. They had some really interesting structures and art pieces. We also caught some sunset vibes that really brought out our best. Finally we spent the third part of our shoot over at the bartending school where Sister Bonez learned to mix drinks. We shot some photos and a short video of her doing some mixology and then took some sexy photos in their Playboy themed bathroom. As usually we got a lot accomplished and had a blast doing it.

Up next is a new set with long-time muse Lina Savanna and she brought her friend Hollixberri. Lina and I are good friends and text as friends do. She told me her friend Holli was visiting her from out of town so I offered up the idea of shooting with the two of them. I figured it would be a fun, low-key, hang out with the homegirl and her homegirl kind of situation. Of course it was all of those things but also much more! They ladies put together some great looks and really brought the fire. I absolutely loved the energy Holli brought to the shoot and I hope she comes and visits again. We started our day in Chinatown kind of just exploring around. We really hit a highlight when we found this practically abandoned shopping center near where we had parked. After that we travelled to nearby Elysian Park where Lina showed us a part of the park I had never seen before. It was a bit cold and windy but we powered through and even got a shot of a wandering coyote. Finally as it got a bit too cold for shooting we made our way to Holli’s AirBnB where we shot some fun and sexy lingerie looks. Major fun vibes on this shoot.

For our third set I’d like to welcome back someone near and dear to my heart, the lovely Chelsea Hanes. Portland-based Chelsea was in town visiting so we made some plans to catch up and do a little shoot at one of my favorite spots, Stoney Point. Chelsea adorned herself in rose petals and cannabis leaves (courtesy of Aesthetic Cataclysm). Chelsea always brings the Goddess vibes but this was really on a whole other level. We kept the shoot relatively short due to weather conditions but still got in a full set’s worth of amazing shots. Not too much else to say about the shoot other than that it was magical and we found a graffiti sign telling us the point at which no muggles were allowed past.

From Green Goddess to Rock Goddess we have a new set with Alicia Vigil. Fresh off of a European Tour with her band Vigil of War, Alicia Vigil is back with our second set together. I wanted to really switch gears with Alicia from our first set in the woods, so I took her to maybe my favorite spot to shoot, Angels Gate Bunkers. Not surprisingly, Alicia really brought it with some cool looks and a fun interaction with the environment. Going to The Bunkers with a new person is always a wild experience and makes me feel like Hammond on the helicopter turning to the others and say, “Welcome to Jurassic Park.” After the Bunkers we stopped by The Korean Bell of Friendship for a few more dope shots. Really been loving working with Alicia and hoping for another rad shoot in the near future.

Spooky girl love continues with a KILLER new set featuring the lovely Lady Krondor. Lady Krondor have had some of my favorite shoots when we’ve shot in her various homes. In Lady Krondor’s current place we shot our last set in her home photo studio and once again decided to make some work there. Part of the inspiration was that our mutual friend Necro Natalie painted this spooky backdrop for her. We had a fun time playing around and then ventured out to the mean streets of West Hollywood so shoot a bit more. Sometimes the best shoots are the simplest ones.

I feel my heart swelling as honestly this series of sets covers some of my favorite humans including Fablechan. Fable and I have been talking about a new set since our last set but it’s been way a bit too chilly since our schedules really only like up for late afternoon/evening shoots. Luckily we found a slightly warmer day. Once again I headed down to deep Orange County for our shoot. We started off in this cool woodlandish park for a very glamorous look. When we were coming out of the park we met some guy from Arizona that REALLY wanted to show us his photos he had taken of girls in bikinis. We probably would have talked with him more but we were racing the sun to our next spot just outside of a cool drain pipe tunnel. We did a drain pipe tunnel in our last shoot but I will always been down for things off the beaten path. The little area outside the tunnel had some fun graff including a Rick and Morty piece but inside the tunnel was for me where the real magic happened. We finished off the shoot with some nighttime park stuff including a bit of nudie time. I’m sure as the weather gets nicer there will be more nudity for all my pervy followers.

Up next is a mini set with my loves Miss Chaos and Liza. Sometimes I shoot sets simply because I have plans with my friends that are also my Muses and why not? Well on this very evening the three of us headed to Bar Sinister’s newish event appropriately named Wednezdays. We shot some cute photos in the bar, I almost lost my glasses, the night was a little crazy and then we went back to Miss Chaos’ place where she busted out the whip and paddle on Liza. Pretty typical evening.

So when I say all the Goddesses, this next set might take the cake. Brittny Nicole hit me up asking if I’d like to tag along with her on a shoot for her friend Adrienne’s brand Little Black Diamond in San Diego. Of course my answer was yes so we made our way down to San Diego (which means “A Whale’s Vagina”). This wasn’t technically my shoot, which is always a weird situation as I don’t like to step on other’s toes, nor do I allow people to take photos on my shoots, but it was a really chill time. The shoot happened at this cool psychedelic art bar called Kilowatt in the neighborhood of Ocean Beach. There was something like 8-10 girls on the shoot and one main photographer so Brittny and I started shooting in spots while she wasn’t being used and other models that weren’t being used at the time followed. Adrienne and I clicked right away as Brittny had been telling both of us about each other for a while. Adrienne and all the girls were super stoked to have me there and we had a really cool time. I wasn’t sure if this should be a solo set with guests or a multi-muse set but ultimately I decided that this was still Brittny’s journey and if I ever shoot with any of these girls again (which I plan to) then of course this set will be listed on their pages. I really think my story isn’t even doing this set justice so just go check out the photos.

And to wrap things up is a new solo set with Miss Chaos. It seems like every time I post a set with Miss Chaos that it’s actually two sets but she’s one of my closest homegirls. Despite her namesake, Miss Chaos actually really helps me keep my sanity. She’s a loving, supportive friend, a great Muse, and an ear for me to vocalize my thoughts, good or bad. One of our mutual loves is for abandoned places. Back in the Fall she found on Instagram photos of an an abandoned airplane in Ontario, CA (just about an hour outside of my place in Highland Park). It was a little tough for our schedules to get out there until now but we finally did last week and it was WELL WORTH IT. We got some directions how to find the place from an awesome artist on Instagram named Chuck Hodi who had been there before. Once we arrived it was actually really easy to find (like too easy). Not only did we find the plane but there were actually TWO PLANES! We had an awesome shoot and no one bothered us. This was by far the easiest and yet strangest abandoned shoot I think I’ve ever done. I mean two abandoned planes in the middle of a small airport and not one person told us to leave (big ups to Ontario Airport I guess!) After that we found a cool little park to shoot in and Miss Chaos rocked her 90’s No Doubt look while we played on a kids playground. Afterward we stopped for the delicious marzipan coffee at the same Mexican coffee shop that Sister Bonez took me to in the beginning of the set. Everything truly comes full circle. Until next time, enjoy!

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