#i wasn't feeling all that great grinding for so long each day

[ananinidraws]

I don't really go there anymore (i refuse to play gachas now), but Wizard is very blorbo shaped, and i still like these older doodles of him <333

[parkerluvsu]

ANGELEYES (virgin! art donaldson x fem! reader)

(my first halloween fic.. i don't have the energy to do kinktober <3)

art donaldson is a virgin. a big fat virgin. it's his biggest secret, the only person who knows about it is patrick, and he endlessly makes fun of him for it. it's hard living in the shadow of such a sex prodigy like him, patrick had been relaying stories of heavy makeout sessions and 7 minutes in heaven with random girls ever since middle school. art has been on a multitude of double dates with patrick, only for them to end with him and a girl sitting awkwardly next to him while patrick and his date messily makeout on the couch next to him.

of course art tried to mimic patrick, his smooth words and even smoother hands.. but never successfully. the longest he's ever had a girlfriend was only 5 months.. and she broke up with him on valentines day. this year was the first year he actually had a girlfriend on a semi-romantic holiday. or at least art thought it was, he remembers every year that couples in cute costumes walked by and made him want to cry. and even worse was the halloween parties, with drunk college students wearing stupid costumes and grinding on each other, leaving art to sip on a room temperature beer in the corner.

art was abruptly brought back to reality when you tapped on his shoulder, alerting him to the fact that he wasn't still in a stupid party, he was lodged in a costume store dressing room, holding on to the costumes you still wanted to try on. "what do you think?" you spin around, showing him the back of your cheesy tennis player costume. art chuckles, shaking his head, "i think it's offensive.." he jokes, of course you look cute but he can't stop himself from thinking that you'd never be able to move around a court in that stupid uniform. "hand me another one art.." he gives you the next costume, turning to face the wall while you change. "you know you can look.. right? im your girlfriend aren't i?" art blushes and he's thankful you can't see his face. "i- im just being respectful" he says, seeming genuinely concerned about offending you. you let the issue go as you zip up the costume, tapping art on the shoulder.

when you got home, you set down your costume and turned to art. "so now what are you gonna be? we should match right?" he nods shyly, not exactly knowing how to enter this unfamiliar territory. "i guess you could be a devil too and then we could match.." you look at art for inspiration, and settle on his baby blue eyes, biting your lip before getting an idea. "oh i know! you should be an angel! it'll be great!" you say, already envisioning art in a pretty white costume. art blushes, "isn't that.. like a girl costume?" he doesn't mean to offend you and it's not like he hates the idea but.. he doesn't want to embarrass himself. "no not at all! cmon art it'll be so cute.. you'll be my little angel!" you almost squeal, immediately taking out your phone to look for costumes. art nods slowly.. realizing that he doesn't really care what he dresses up as.. as long as he's yours.

art almost drops the costumes he's holding when he sees the little red skirt, tank top and horns you have on, accompanied by a pair of fluffy wings on your back. "what d'you think? it kind of looks silly don't you think?" you turn back to face art. he shakes his head silently, his eyes wide, looking you up and down. you giggle, "guess we have a winner then!". you leave the store that day with a devil costume in a bag, and art leaves with a tent in his pants.

art has never considered himself religious. he was raised to go to sunday school and church and all those other fun events, but he never believed any of it. so why did he feel so guilty when he got hot and heavy seeing you in that costume? maybe it was the fact that he was always reprimanded as a child for liking things that he shouldn't.. playing with dolls, stealing his moms clothes... and maybe even looking a little too long at girls from church. now he still felt like he could get caught any moment doing something he wasn't supposed to, even though he wasn't in that environment anymore.

you're putting on lip gloss, using your phone for a mirror when art pops out of the bathroom, having a little trouble getting the fake wings to fit though the doorframe. you put your things down, standing up to meet him, "oh art.. you look so good.. this costume is perfect for you, don't you think?" you say, looking him up and down. art blushes, trying to avoid your gaze "i- i guess so.." he says, trying to downplay the fact that he likes the costume so much. you pick up on his tone, and decide to speak up. "what? you don't like it?" he shakes his head quickly, "no.. no that's not it.. it's like the opposite.. maybe i like it a little too much" he looks away, shifting from foot to foot. you smile knowingly, not surprised that he feels this way. art let's you guide him to sit on the edge of your bed. "well, why do you like it so much?" you ask, wanting to see if he'll be honest.

.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・

when halloween night finally comes around, art finds himself staring in the mirror, tugging at the tight white t-shirt that came with his costume, shifting his back and shoulders to re-adjust the wings sitting heavy on his back. god.. what's patrick gonna think about this? he's probably gonna be made fun of relentlessly.. but there's a feeling in the bottom of his stomach when he looks at himself.. he can't deny that he likes what he sees. he's just nervous for you to see him too, what if you laugh? what if you think he looks silly? what if you make fun of him? all these thoughts swirl around in his head as he leaves your bathroom, stepping into your bedroom as you look up from your phone.

art mulls that over in his head, pretty.. did he feel pretty? was he pretty? he's a boy isn't he.. was he even allowed to be pretty? even with all these thoughts swirling in his head he knows the foundational truth: he likes when he say that, he likes when you call him pretty. you bring art back to reality by kissing him softly, leaning closer to him. arts tentative hands grab hold of your waist, squeezing tight when you slip your tongue into his mouth. "won't you let me take care of you art?" he nods, knowing that you saw the bulge in his pants the moment he stepped out of the bathroom.

you run your hands over arts warm skin, swinging your leg over his lap in order to straddle him. "we'll go slow, alright? don't be scared" you whisper, pressing your lips to his once again. art whines against you, his hips jerking under you even with the simple makeout session. art finds it easy to let you take the lead, you always do, in every facet of your relationship, and art likes to just turn his brain off when he's with you. he lets you run your fingers through his hair, pulling off the silly halo headband while you do. art shivers when you make your way down to his neck, sharp canine teeth poking and pulling at his skin. you pull at the hem of arts shirt, "can i take this off?" you ask, waiting for a nod before pulling it off of him, pressing your lips on his again and raking your nails down his chest, almost making him curl up on himself.

you were so warm inside, hot even, he could feel your every move from the inside, every ridge and squishy spot made him take a shuddering breath. you try to lift up again to establish a rhythm, but arts hands keep you still, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. after a few seconds, he takes his hands away, letting you start to bounce gently. his moans and whines become almost screams, "k-keep goingg please.." "y'r so warm 'nside" "never wanna stop.. wanna do this f-forever" he feels himself approaching his peak far too quick, but he cant stop, he couldn't even if he wanted to, he needs you to keep going, he needs you to touch him, he needs you to love him. you can feel art start to move his hips with you, planting his feet on the mattress and pushing up, slamming into you with the last of his strength before his whole body goes taut, shaking and shivering before you feel him cum inside you, even through the condom.

you kiss some more, before you pull away to take a breath and look at him. arts pretty pink cheeks and white wings contrast perfectly, only making your heart beat faster. "do you wanna see me?" you gesture to your chest, covered by a skimpy red tank top. art nods very quickly, almost getting dizzy. "y-yeah, yes please" he says, watching with stars in his eyes as you strip off your shirt, exposing your chest to him. art almost gasps when you take hold of his hands and place them on your boobs, letting him experiment and touch and squeeze to his hearts content, you want to giggle at his facial expressions but you don't want to make him self conscious. "c-can we keep going?" he asks, hands still on your breasts. you smile and laugh, nodding. "alright art.. can you take off your pants for me?" art almost thinks his heart stops when you ask him to do that, still getting it through his head to nod slowly. he shuffles them down his legs, his blue boxers already a little stained from the precum leaking from the makeout sessions. you shift closer to him, sitting between his spread legs. "ill be gentle okay?" you start slow, running your fingers softly over his bulge, smiling when you feel him twitch under your touch. tapping his hip to signal him to lift his hips up, art complies, suddenly feeling self conscious at the fact that no one has ever seen him like this before.. he doesn't even know what he's supposed to do, or say. you notice this of course, placing your palm on his hip, "you're doing great art" he visibly relaxes at your touch, sinking into your bed. he lets you touch him softly again, with no barrier this time, he's softer than you thought, his pretty pink head already drooling, the pronounced veins on the sides pulsing. you wish you could take a polaroid of this moment, the look of his innocent white wings contrasting from the very lewd image in front of you. art slaps a hand over his mouth, his brows furrowed, he's never had anyone else touch him here, your hand feels so much different than his own, so much softer and warmer. art has to concentrate his best on not cumming immediately, the sensation of your hand jerking him off becoming overwhelming. he has to reach down and push your hand away before he cums, wanting to save the best part for later. "i-im sorry i didn't wanna.. cum" he says, his face flushed red. you smile, understanding his predicament. "it's okay, i did the same my first time too.. do you have a condom?" art nods quickly, opening up a packet of condoms he bought a little prematurely maybe.. but he wanted to be prepared no matter what happened. art had taken a sex ed class before, but putting a condom on himself versus a banana were very different, so you had to help him roll it down his length. art does nothing but watch you throw your panties to the side, again climbing into his lap. "like i said, we'll go slow, tell me if you don't like how it feels yeah?" art agrees, placing his large hands on your hips in an attempt to prepare, but nothing could prepare him for this.

you move your hips slowly to let him cool off, before slipping off of him and settling down beside him. you take off the condom for him, cum dripping onto his stomach before you can throw it away. you place your head on arts chest, unable to resist dipping your finger into the drops of cum on his stomach, the translucent liquid almost glowing on his pale skin. you can't help the word that escapes your mouth, "angel..." you whisper against his skin, not thinking he's back to his senses yet. art perks up a little, hoping he heard what he thought he heard, "w-what?" "nothing" <3

art sighs, not even knowing why he likes it so much. "i dunno, i guess i feel.. nice in it.. like it's natural?" you nod along with his words, encouraging him to keep talking. "like when i put it on, it kind of made me get butterflies.." you nod, seeing where this was going. "you thought you looked pretty yeah? i mean i always say you look like an angel, this just proves my point" you remark, placing a gentle hand on his thigh. "yeah.. well you're right as always.."

[artinvain]

pls pls pls more abby strapping/scissoring. make it NASTY NASTY NASTY 🫶🏾🏃🏾‍♀️

+ pervy/creepy roommate abby bc why not, if i'm going to be nasty!!

cw: manipulation, slight overtones of sacrilege, grinding/scissoring, strap usage, finger n oral, crying, sub!top abby, squirting, possessiveness.

no men, minors blank or ageless blogs allowed!!!!!!!!!!!

abby has been pining over you for months. it started as soon as she had met you for an interview about the room she was leasing. she opened the door and there a scent permeated from you, she swore it was an aphrodisiac. your soft skin and plush hips under that sundress. she was completely infatuated.

abby was head over heels and she'd be damned if she didn't see you again, so she lowered her rates for you after you'd mentioned the place was a little out of your budget (though, completely worth it -- you added). when you tried to politely decline out of respect for her. It was her father's apartment after all. however abby insisted in such a way that you couldn't say no.

she offered to help you move in, to show you around the city. she was already prattling on about dinners her father would pay for and roomie movie nights. you really couldn't say no to her offer if you tried, lowered rates, clean, spacious and a nice roommate? you were new in the city -- every other apartment you saw in your budget was loaded with roaches, dirty needles and loud noises. this was probably the best it would get.

to you abby seemed quiet, innocent and very very kind. she'd mentioned she didn't have many friends as she helped you move in, and slowly but surely she became your best friend. and of course a part of you had fallen for abby. how could you not? she was beautiful, funny, smart, protective and nurturing and god she was so fucking hot. but you weren't sure if a relationship was something you wanted, let alone not if it ruined the great friendship you finally had.

abby disagreed, she had read it in your journal and she wasn't worried about ruining your friendship because she was convinced that all roads let to bringing the two of you together. what else could explain how much she loved you?

what, if not love could explain why the scent of your panties, worn and damp from the day made her so wet. what but love could explain how hard she cums from looking at the pretty little bikini posts on your Instagram while her nose is filled with your scent, her tongue laps at the wet spot on your panties.

she's only worried today, about how long she's waited, when you mention how well your date went earlier that day. you hadn't stopped speaking about ellie since you walked back into the apartment this afternoon. abby tried to hide her agitation. how could you actually consider dating someone else. the thought nearly made her sick.

she'd seen it everywhere - the way you look at her, when you bring her coffee in the morning or fall asleep in her lap. you love her. and she loves you. it was simple and maybe now she needed to show you, really let you know how she felt instead of beating around the bush.

"abby?" your voice cracks the glass of her dissociation and brings her back into her body. you shift so that abby's long legs and entangles with yours. it's normal, you sit like this all the time, knees up and face to face but this time, her body so tight with need for you -- abby groans under her breath at the heat between your legs near her thinly clad thigh.

the familiar smell of your pussy dizzying her and she can't help that her hips buck. and your breath hitches when her warm cunt bumps yours.

"abby," you gulp, eyes low and meeting hers a small smile etched on her face. you've barely touched and yet your stomach is tight with lust. "tell me you want me to stop and i will," abby whispers, bucking her hips again and moaning when you meet her thrusts.

"see? baby we're made for each other," she groans at the feeling of your warm thick thighs on hers, "she could never make you feel like this." abby says very matter-of-fact. abby licks her lips and grips your thighs pulling you close and grinding her clothed pussy against yours.

"f-fuck you feel so good," abby whines, closing her thighs tight around you and watching your eyes roll back at the feeling of her winding her hips against you.

"abby - god," you groan "fuck, fuck please," you're already so desperate, your pussy wet and slippery against the lace of your panties and dampening your shorts.

"hmpfuck that's it baby, m'so glad you're finally mine," she whimpers, grunting and humping you, her blunt nails biting into your thighs. her statement flies over your head as you reach your highs, your bodies twitching as abby grinds you through your orgasms.

"god, sweet god, look at you, you're so pretty all fucked out for me," abby moans, looking over your flushed face scrunched up in the aftershocks of pleasure. abby leans down to kiss you and your tongues taste each other, sweet and wet and you're both moaning into each other's mouths.

abby's hands come to play with your nipples like she'd watched you do that once you left your door open a crack. her fingers roughly tugging and twisting your nipples as you moan, your back arching at the sweet pain. abby's hand slither down into your panties and circles your clit.

"god, you're so fucking wet," abby moans, her fingers sinking into you as you pull your shorts and panties down. abby groans at the sight of your pussy wet and swollen and swallowing her fingers all the way to the hilt and she curls them, watching your eyebrows raise and your mouth fall open.

"yeah honey? that feel good?" abby cooes, her forehead pressed against yours so she can taste your moans and squeaks when she starts strumming your clit, rubbing so quickly your breath can't keep up. she can feel you twitching erratically around her.

"cum for me, please baby i need to see you - fuck you're so beautiful," her teeth gritting and she moans as you do, your cum leaking down her wrist and abby whimpers, going down to lick and tase you. her hips humping you leg desperately as she sucks your clit into her mouth and stills her fingers if only to readjust them so she can keep fucking them into you.

you cum so quickly around her "jesus fuck, abigail," you yelp -- her full name falling from your mouth like a command and her body twitches as she cums, whimpering and moaning around you clit. tears leaking down her face as she sputters into you, fingers locking up inside you.

"god, so good -- you're so good to me abby," you gulp and abby licks her fingers and then comes up to kiss you. "i am, and i'm gonna keep you safe - treat you good, no one will ever treat you like i do, i love you baby," abby kisses you before you can reply.

her fingers sinking into you so deep again your eyes cross and when abby hears you say "i love - love it abby love you" she grunts, her fingers fucking faster into you - kissing and sucking marks into your neck and chest.

"mine," she grunts into you, "you're mine baby, not letting you go - ever," you'll agree with pretty much anything she says at this point, dizzy with pleasure you can't quite compose yourself as she clambers onto the bed and handles your legs, folding you in half and sinking her lubed cock into you.

abby bucks and snaps her hips into you. her strap stretching you, so deep your belly aches with each thrust. "god you're so fucking tight," abby moans, one hands starting to play with your nipples and then rubbing your clit and the other wrapping around your throat.

"my girl," abby whimpers with such faith as if it's the end of a prayer. your legs twitch and you hum lowly as you squirt around her, "christ, yes yes thank you baby, god give me your cum that's it," she moans, snapping her hips and then pulling out gently just to lap at your pussy, her legs falling over her shoulders.

abby has to hold you down as she cleans and licks your taste from your thighs and cunt. "good girl, so good for me," abby whines laying kisses to your mound and then belly, your breasts and chest. she kisses you neck and cheeks and eyelids. pressing a final kiss to your mouth.

"mine," abby sighs happily as you cuddle into her side.

🤫🏷️ @lesbian-useless @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @lavendersgirl @emiliabby (comment to be added to tag list xx)

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stress Relief ~ MYG [M]

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

GENRE: SMUT MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! Established relationships, soft Yoongi having a bad day (This was supposed to go out back in October but I'd gotten this mixed with another member)

WARNINGS: smut, cursing, unprotected sex, free use kink (all consensual between partners!) small praise, “pretty little slut”

PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

You woke up to the feel of the bed shifting behind you before your neck was pampered with soft kisses, Yoongi’s hands ran over your body gently as he pulled you closer to him. You could tell just from the energy in the room that he was a little stressed out about something but before you could ask if everything was already Yoongi had already started speaking,

“Want you,” Yoongi grunted like a caveman as he began rolling up the nightshirt that you were sporting, your whole body burning as you let out a tiny giggle. The two of you had spoken a few weeks ago about a kink you wanted to explore and Yoongi was more than happy to indulge in it. 

In fact, it had been something the two of you took great joy in and Yoongi took full advantage of the opportunity whenever he could and each of you enjoyed it more than the other. You had no idea why but being "free use" for Yoongi made you giddy with excitement, not knowing when it was going to happen but being ready for him made it all exciting. Not to mention you were doing it with someone you trusted more than anyone else in the world, you had safe words and actions implemented in case either of you ever needed an out.

"Bad day?" You quizzed, it was already morning which meant Yoongi had more than likely been struggling at work all night long and was coming to use you to let his frustration out and the thought of that had you dripping for him.

"Don't want to talk about that," He mumbled as he began to pull himself free of his boxers, needily grinding himself against your ass like a dog in heat. 

"Need you," He whined out, not caring about how he sounded at that moment in time, all he cared about was getting to feel his girlfriend around him something he'd been craving for hours.

"You're so whiney baby, you want me to take control?" You teased before he pushed you forward slightly, bending you down while you were laid on your side.

"I want you to shut up and take my cock like the good little slut you are," Yoongi hooks his fingers on the waistband of your panties and pushes them down before throwing them behind him,

"God, you're so fucking hot." He groaned, a small and gentle slap landing on your left asscheek making you squeal out in surprise. Yoongi smirked to himself he'd been thinking of this all night, coming home and getting to use his pretty girlfriend to his heart's content. 

Yoongi pumped his length in his hand, grunting a little as he twitched he'd been needing you for hours now and he wasn't going to waste any more time so he pushed the head of his cock into you. Your whimper cut through the silence of your bedroom as Yoongi smirked. God, he always loved hearing you whimper like that for him, all for him too. You were his dream girl and he was lucky he got you when he did and he wasn't going to be a fool to let you go ever.

"Always so ready for me aren't you, baby girl?" He asked, reaching down and rubbing your clit with his thumb a curse word falling from your lips as you began bobbing your head up and down currently doing your best to buck your hips back to him. Desperate for more of him than just the tip that he was giving to you, but he tutted at you slapping your left asscheek gently once again,

"Now who's the needy one?" He grunts, pushing into you at an agonisingly slow pace as you let out a whine of his name, your pussy clenching around him as he let out a moan. It didn't matter how many times the two of you had sex it was always the perfect fit for him, he let himself revel in the feel of you as he let his hands roam over your breasts rubbing them softly.

"You always feel so good around me," He hummed in your ear before gently placing a kiss on your temple. As much as you adored when Yoongi was gentle and sweet with you, you needed an orgasm as much as he did and you needed him to move,

"F-Faster," You hissed out, even though Yoongi was supposed to be the one in control he wasn't going to ignore an order from his girl,

"Fcuk, Yoongi, feels so fucking good," You moaned out as he began to move in and out of you at an erratic pace, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head,

"You like my cock baby?" He groans, thrusting harder into you as he holds onto your hips, skin slapping and filling the air as you cry his name out.

"You take it so fucking well don't you, my dirty little slut." He grunts as he looks down at you, his cock twitching as he tried to fight off the orgasm that was welling up inside of him but he could feel you. He could feel just how close you were from the way you tightened around him and the way your moans got quieter.

"Please...Please let me cum," You cried out, begging for your own release as he let out a growl. His hips slammed harder into you as he heard you begging for your own release.

"Cum on my cock," His fingers find your clit as he begins to rub small circles against it, your head rolling back against his chest rocking your hips in time with his.

"S-Shit! Shit!" You screamed out, your legs feeling like jelly as the tightness inside of your stomach snapped and you came around him. Hips bucking back as your whole body twitched, sending Yoongi over the edge right after you.

"I love you," He panted, pulling his cock free from you and looking down between your legs smirking proudly of himself.

"You're so pretty when you're stuffed full of my cum," He grunted, getting up from the bed and going to find a wet cloth to clean you up with.

"Want me to make some coffee and we can talk about work?" You quizzed as Yoongi sat between your legs, taking his time to gently clean you up as he shook his head at you.

"No, but stay in bed a little longer with me? I just want to cuddle you," He begged as you nodded, quickly making your way to the toilet before heading back to bed with him.

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[justanoasisimagines]

Pick Me

Summary; Ser Harwin Strong is enamored by you as you are him. However, your betrothal to Lord Jason causes both of you distress. You don't want to marry Lord Jason. Harwin doesn't want you to marry Lord Jason. So what happens when Lord Jason gets cocky on the training grounds… Pairing; Harwin Strong x Female!Heir!Targaryen Reader WordCount; 1,542 Requested by; Anon Warnings; Violence, Strong Language, Misogyny A/N: I've not written anything this long on here before. I really enjoyed it! Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune & @zaldritzosrose for the dividers and banner

The wedding preparations were in full swing. Tourneys and great feasts. Beautiful flowers were being brought in from far and wide. Maids' and servant's duties had grown, preparing for the day.

Much of the preparation had landed in your hands. You'd found it all pretentious. You understood that as heir it was your duty to provide such an event. To introduce your husband to the realm.

However, if you were being truthful, duty was the only reason you were going along with this facade in the first place. You didn't wish to marry lord Jason Lannister. Your heart didn't belong to him. He was rather repulsive in his views on women. Especially on what they were capable of.

Your heart belonged to Sir Harwin Strong. Harwin was attractive, kind, and the strongest man in Westeros. He valued your opinion on issues. He was a gentleman who made you feel safe and protected.

Ser Harwin was everything Lord Jason was not.

Perhaps you'd be mistaken but you'd presumed Ser Harwin had felt the same towards you. The longing glances, the light flirtation exchanged between the two of you. The subtle touches whenever he walked past.

it was safe to say your heart broke when no declaration came. When each suitor made their intentions known, you'd prayed to the God's Ser Harwin to be next.

You attempted to bury your disappointment, but you couldn't. You'd much rather marry a pig than Jason Lannister.

You needed to face facts; you were never going to be Ser Harwin's wife.

Harwin swung the sword with all his strength as a result of the ear-piercing clang. He followed through several movements he was well rehearsed in. Training was necessary if he intended to remain strong.

Swing. Turn. Dodge. Defend. Swing.

A mighty roar as his thoughts broke his concentration. Why couldn't he gather the courage to confess his feelings towards you? Why couldn't he have you in your arms? Why wasn't he going to be the one declaring to the realm you were his wife?

The answer was simple. He had become a coward.

His heart pounded at the mere thought of you. His palms began to sweat with each interaction. He found himself purposely attempting to draw a smile from your lips.

If Harwin longed for anything it would be to call you his wife, for you to be the mother of his children.

His heart sank. He swung his sword desperate to escape the torment in his mind as he attempted to focus on the present. The newly constructed plan shattered around him when Lord Jason entered the training grounds, sauntering around like the cat who'd got the cream.

Harwin's mood shifted. No longer was he pinning for the woman he was desperately in love with. Sorrow morphed into anger. Harwin wanted to rid Lord Jason of his persistent smug smirk.

"Good Ser's, I have come to train with you before I take on the greatest challenge in our world, taming the dragon which is the Princess," Lord Jason declared loud enough for the entire grounds to stop their duels.

"The Princess is your future Queen, Lord Jason. Perhaps you should regard her with respect," Harwin retorted. Harwin's jaw clenched, teeth grinding against each other. Lord Jason was known to be boastful and rude, but to talk so willfully against the Royal family, Did he believe he was untouchable now? Perhaps he simply did not care.

"This is what I'm allowing her to believe. She will simply learn I will make the decisions on what is to be. All she needs to concern herself with is baring my sons." With a smirk, Lord Jason stalked around the training grounds as if this were Casterly Rock.

Lord Jason was a male lion patrolling his new territory. Attempting to assert his dominance amongst the other men.

Lord Jason Lannister may be a lion. He didn't have the feline reflexes; Harwin swung his arm, fist colliding with Lord Jason's jaw.

"How dare you speak about her like that? She is more than a vessel to bear your sons. She is kind and thoughtful, brave and one of the strongest women I've encountered. I believe you are unworthy of the Princess's hand."

Lord Jason spit blood from his mouth, "When she is my wife, you will have no say on how I treat her. She is no longer your concern. Strong! The Bitch is mine." Harwin roared with a great might. Chest heaving as he proceeded to tackle Lord Jason to the ground.

Harwin laid down a rain of fists on Lord Jason. He didn't care where they lay home. Lord Jason attempted to defend, yet they were feeble and didn't amount to much. Lord Jason could use his words like a great scribe, but a warrior he was not.

Six men attempted to pull Harwin from his onslaught. Six men failed. Harwin was a man possessed. No one could stop him. Even as more men toppled onto Harwin, Lord Jason was a bloody pulp.

"Harwin! Stop!" Harwin's fists hung in the air upon the sweet sound of your voice, Sir Criston following behind you. As he turned, he glanced down at his busted fists. When his gaze met yours, confusion crossed his path.

You remained perfectly composed. Your expression was unreadable as he pulled away from Lord Jason, crossing the short distance before collapsing at your feet.

"This beast needs to be executed! He's-he's dangerous. Is the caliber of man you allow in your court?" Lord Jason was doubled over in a pool of his own blood. Your eyes briefly flickered towards him before lowering to Harwin, your hand brushed his jaw softly.

"If Harwin didn't lump you one I would have done." Another knight called out.

"Why Ser Byam? Ser Criston would you fetch some salve and wraps for me please?" Ser Criston nodded, leaving the courtyard in haste.

"For speaking ill of you Princess. Never heard such utter shit in all my life. Harwin had every right to knock his lights out-"

"Don't you dare regard me, you absolute half-wit. I am to be your King!" With a brow raised at Lord Jason's words. You had been told for the past several nights and days how Lord Jason was boasting about the power he'd soon have. You never believed him to be fool enough to voice it within your presence.

"Don't marry him! Princess, you can't marry him." Harwin pleaded. You ran your hand along his chiseled jaw.

"Who do you suggest she marry Breakbones? You?" Lord Jason scoffed as he spat blood onto the ground.

"He's a much better match for her," Ser Byam retorted.

"Marry me, not him. I know I am not well-versed in court politics. I know my family is not as wealthy as the Lannisters, however, Princess I can provide you with what's important"

"Will you rule beside her like a dutiful husband.? Taking orders from a woman"

"Say another fuckin' word and I'm taking ya tongue out. Posh Bastard." You stifled a laugh as you kept your gaze in Harwin's blue eyes. Just as Ser Criston returned with the wrappings and salve, you requested. With them in hand, you knelt in the dirt covering your red dress in brown splotches.

"Princess, your dress."

"Relax Ser Criston, I have more dresses. What can you provide me with Ser Harwin?"

"Love and honor, someone you can confide in, who will always tell you the truth. I would destroy armies for you. I would break my own bones for our children; Son or daughter it doesn't matter to me. As long as they were healthy. I am well verse in what I undertake by asking for your hand. Yet I am willing to rule the Seven Kingdoms by your side. Unlike some who wish to take your hand to future their own endeavors."

Gently, you placed Ser Harwin's hand in yours, applying the salve occasionally glancing up to detect any pain from him. You found none. Instead, you found longing.

With his free hand, Harwin lightly cupped your jaw guiding your head so your eyes could reach his. "I admit I should have asked you the moment your Father mentioned it. I was a fool. I will not let this opportunity slip up this time. Princess, marry me?"

Your movements halted as you were suddenly stuck staring into Harwin's eyes. If you hadn't believed Harwin's words, his gaze was suffocating.

You'd seen the look Harwin was giving you before. Back when everything was much less complicated. When your mother was alive. This is how your father would stare at her.

Up until Harwin's confession; you mind had been saddened at the idea of never being loved like that. This was your chance and you be a fool not to take it.

"I would like nothing more than to be your wife." Harwin rose to his feet capturing you in his arms, swinging you around before placing you on the ground.

"You will regret this Princess! My house will never pledge loyalty to you, you worthless-" Thud.

"I told him, Princess. I fuckin' told him!"

"Thank you Ser Byam. Could you take Lord Jason to the Maester. His head may ache when he awakes." Ser Byam bowed before flinging Lord Jason over his shoulder. He appeared to weigh nothing.

"Come we need to inform our fathers of the good news. I believe father is going to rejoice at the news. He never wanted me to marry Lord Jason anyway."

[lunarw0rks]

Hiii so... I don't know how to say that but...

YOU'RE WRITING IS PERFECT, it makes me giggle and through my feet into the air!!! 😭💖

so can you please imagine ghost all whiny and needy for the reader, like what do you think about it😭😭😭

hmmm.. i don't necessarily picture whining but i can see how he'd be needy at times. especially since you two wouldn't have sex often; there are times were he's FERAL !!

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warning(s): (consensual) cockwarming/somnophilia?, thigh fucking, afab!reader

NEED | SIMON RILEY

usually, when simon gets aroused in the middle of the night, he goes to the bathroom and takes care of it. but tonight was especially difficult to stifle.

his hand just wouldn't do. it wasn't enough. he needed you.

you two had been so busy the past few days, with little time for each other. he got home a few weeks ago, and that meant he had to play catch up on all his household duties. bullshit at the bank, fixing the leaky faucet in the kitchen — and all of his work-related paperwork piled in his study.

and you, having a life of your own, weren't always sewn to his hip. it worked well that way, preventing arguments about clinginess or unavailability. when he was there, you two were great. and that was satisfactory.

after simon's eyes opened, he rolled over and stared at you for a few moments, listening to your faint snores. you slumber on your side of the bed, curled into the fetal position. each night, you sleep on his chest, but somehow end up far from him by the end of it.

tonight it wouldn't fly; he needed your warmth.

scooting closer, he rested his chin on your shoulder, pushing your back plush against his toned chest. "lovie..." he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your earlobe.

his deep tone was audible enough to wake you, even when he spoke in a hushed tone. you twitched awake, feeling the embrace of his arms tight around you; tighter than normal. "what is it, Si?" you mumbled lazily, feeling your eyelids already drooping again.

simon grinds his hips subtly, hoping to send his message without words. but all he's done is coax you back to sleep — or the halfway between.

"need y', sweetheart," he muttered, waking you once again. you grumbled, about to tell him off until you felt the hardened bulge in his sweatpants. how it rubbed against your backside needily, suddenly reminding you of how long it'd been.

sleep called you — violently. you were still exhausted from the day you had, with little to no time to get properly excited. but, my god, was his voice a treat. desperate and pleading, for a change.

without breaking your relaxation, you reached down and lifted the hem of his baggy t-shirt, where you wore nothing underneath. lifting one of your legs slightly, you reached between and palmed him; hopefully that was enough of a message.

his breathing hitched slightly, peering down and seeing your bare rear in the moonlight. he snaked an arm down and peeled back his waistband, freeing the cock you had been trying to reposition. once the clothing barrier was gone, his need was evident.

the breeze of the AC blew against his sensitive length, making him shutter. so, he was right; warmth is what he craved, not necessarily full-on sex.

before you drifted off again, he leaned up against your ear, "this alright with y'?" he teased your cheek with his oozing tip.

once again, the deep octave sent a chill down your spine. with your remaining lucidity, you nodded your head and drawled a yes. you were too comfortable to mind, and it was downright erotic to imagine.

how he'd be lazily rocking into your thighs, maybe against your cunt — all while you remain at peace. the only downside would be missing his sweet grunts and groans when he's close. if you're lucky, perhaps the sounds of his release will intrude into your dream and make it sweeter tenfold.

as soon as he heard your acceptance, he gripped the girthy base of his cock, slipping between your thighs. then, he angles his hips, so that he was also grinding between your lower lips. the natural wetness and his pre-cum made for a messy endeavor, sure to have your sex coated by the time he's finished.

when simon begins grinding his hips, your sleepy body nuzzles him, instinctively pushing further against him. your thighs clench together, engulfing his cock in the warmth he craved and simulating how blissful it was to be inside you.

into your ear, he makes his pleasure known, delicately holding the flesh of your thighs in place.

"so good, lettin' me tease you like this, baby."

[alonetimelover]

i was wondering if you could write something about harry and famous!reader where they’ve been dating for a while and reader makes cameos in harry’s music videos (sometimes big parts and sometimes small parts in the background) and it’s just a cute thing that harry and reader love and so do their fans💕

pairing: Harry Styles x famous!reader

a/n: Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you like it!

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2017

yourinstagram

liked by harrystyles, annetwist and 3 492 492 others

yourinstagram don't let the video fool you, he was terrified to fly two metres above the ground

view all 103 392 comments

harrystyles Lies, lies, lies. I am very brave.

⤷ yourinstagram of course you were. of course.

annetwist He was afraid of heights when he was younger!

gemmastyles You should just write that you are better than him.

⤷ yourinstagram I should, shouldn't I?

⤷ gemmastyles That's my sister (from another kister)!

harryupdates ohhh, yn was behind the scenes!!!

hArrysbtch i love how she's been supporting him from the very beginning

⤷ harryoftimes hi, im quite new to fandom. can you tell me how long have they been together?

⤷ hArrysbtch oh, they've been together since like 2013! right after YN got famous for her voice acting in Tangled!

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harrystyles

liked by yourinstagram, annetwist and 5 302 592 others

harrystyles // KIWI // MUSIC VIDEO // OUT NOW // starring Lily YSN //

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yourinstagram The star is here!!!!

⤷ harrystyles Thank you, love.

⤷ yourinstagram I was talking about Lily, my little star.

annetwist Adorable!

harryupdates yn's sister in the video???

harrysmoustache YSN family is just THAT famoly: talented, beautiful, unproblematic

hArrysbtch i can't believe that he filmed a video with children to the song about faking the big 'o' and all that

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2019

harryupdates

liked by hArrysbtch, harrysmoustache and 44 302 others

harryupdates HARRY and YN for LIGHTS UP music video!!!

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hArrysbtch WTFJSIW

hArrysbtch he mistook the 'tube' app. it wasn't meant for YouTube. no way.

harrysmoustache well... I've never thought I would see a video of THE yn and THE harry grinding against each other. especially in a video that was APPROVED by both of them

stylesbabie it's a great day to be bi 🏳️‍🌈

harrysmylife but but but, the scene were suddenly all other people disappear and they are alone just 'brushing'??? CINEMA

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram there is no land quite like it... written by yours truly, starring my man and my beautiful baby boy

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harrystyles The smile that brightens the world.

⤷ yourinstagram all yours.

⤷ harrystyles Debatable.

annetwist My beautiful grandson is already a star! 🥰

gemmastyles petition to release the 'baby' cut!!!

harryupdates THEY HAVE A SON???

hArrysbtch those bitches grew the whole baby while being gone from the media and all

harrysmoustache it doesn't surprise him that the most cinematic music video was written by yn

stylesbabie i still hope he's releasing the mv for watermelon sugar

⤷ gemmastyles Please, don't.

⤷ harrystyles :))

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2020

hArrysbtch

liked by harryupdates and 68 301 others

hArrysbtch just my fav stills from watermelon sugar mv...

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harryupdates I still can't believe he did it

harrysmoustache all of the moments of yn are just majestic. it feels wrong to watch it, but I can't take my eyes off the screen!!!

harrysmylife it's even better when you see that all harry's individual shots are right after yn's.

stylesbabie oh he enjoyed that watermelon sugar, oh he did

harrysmylove im just happy for her, she's in good hands. really good hands from what I saw in this video

harrysfan56 no wonder they have a whole child now

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2021

harrystyles

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harrystyles // Happy New Year, from The Styles to You // TPWK music video is out now //

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yourinstagram I'm the Styles.

⤷ harrystyles Yes, you are. ❤️

gemmastyles My girl leading the dance because of his two left feet.

⤷ harrystyles Didn't you see our Dirty Dancing moves?

annetwist The Styles production!

harryupdates they are married. woah.

harryupdates it really should stop making me all surprised that this man is announcing something huge so casually.

hArrysbtch MY FAVOURITE COUPLE IS MARRIED !!!

harrysmoustache that's what I'm talking about

harrysfan84 finally the tpwk video!!!!!

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2022

ynandharryupdates

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ynandharryupdates HARRY with his and YN'S second baby in the BTS for As It Was... they have another child...

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yourinstagram she's a mommy's daughter

⤷ harrystyles Nope. Daddy's daughter.

⤷ ynandharryupdates HELLO YOU TWO

harryupdates THEIR LITTLE FAMILY OF FOUR...

hArrysbtch they are not stopping with those babies and good, share those good genes

stylesbabie the way she was so happy in harry's arms and then heard yn's voice nad immediately started looking for her

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram 📣announcment📣 somehow I have fallen pregnant. If you know the possible reason for it, please send it my way, we need to talk.

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harrystyles I may know it, but it's conidential.

⤷ yourinstagram im on the couch in need of answers, pickles and cuddles

⤷ harrystyles Happy to provide.

annetwist You're making me the happiest grandma on earth

gemmastyles I don't want to know. BUT I will spoil this little wonder as much as I can

harryupdates she was like 'fine, have it' and I love her for it

hArrysbtch YN you know how babies are made, don't you? it beginning with s and ends with x...

⤷ yourinstagram SIX??? no way. what's next, NINE?

⤷ stylesbabie NASTY

⤷ hArrysbtch yn you little tease

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harrystyles

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harrystyles LATE NIGHT TALKING. OUT NOW. with YN YSN-STYLES.

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yourinstagram you meanie. i have tickles.

harryupdates she's in his every video, i love it

hArrysbtch if I ever have a partner im gonna show them off just the way harry does with yn

harrysmylife ohhhh

harrysmoustache the video was so sweet and wholesome!

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram 10 years together. 3 years sharing the last name. I couldn't ask for a better partner to go through life with.

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harrystyles There could be no better person to share children with. You being their mother is the best that could meet them.

⤷ yourinstagram im still emotional. stop.

annetwist There could be no one better for my son.

gemmastyles I'm still mad you aren't with me, but that way I wouldn't be an aunt. So okay, have it, little brother.

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a/n: i enjoyed so much writing for this pair. should i write some more?

[runa-falls]

pornstar!moon-boys x fluffer!reader

part two: steven

special shout out to @writefightandflightclub for this masterpiece about feral steven!

a/n: some headcannons bc we filthy up in this bitch >:) this one turned out a bit longer than I anticipated

others: marc | jake | more steven

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as a fluffer, it's your job to know how to keep the boys interested. each alter has their own preferences:

(NSFW 18+ under the cut)

steven: the sweetheart

GIF by moonxknightx

Steven was the second alter you met. And this time, you were the one that was surprised.

Sweet Steven didn't seem like he had any business being a pornstar, but it turns out he's great at it. And the viewers love him.

Especially the ladies.

He's one of the tamer performers, acting as a gentle lover that provides comforting sex or the shy guy who's inexperienced. Viewers love how unapologetically desperate and pussy-drunk he gets on camera, how the slightest touch can set him off.

His most viewed video is him as a naive professor getting seduced then fucked by a slutty student. Needless to say, in most of his work, he's the one getting fucked, not the other way around.

You don't know why he followed in Marc's footsteps, becoming an adult performer, but it was only a few days after he joined the business that he asked for you. It was puzzling at first, meeting a variation of Marc who shares his face and body, but it was clear that they were quite different.

Unlike Marc, Steven craved softness and wasn't afraid to show it.

He reacts best to praise, gentle touches, and kisses like young lovers on a honeymoon. He likes to feel taken care of, ease into it instead of diving right in.

You found out pretty quick that you have to be more careful with him, one wrong move and he's spilling in your hand, eyes glistening with humiliation and embarrassment. Then it's another 15 minutes before the next session.

His sessions alway start with a greeting. Even after all this time, he's still very shy around you, acting like it's a first date rather than a quick fluffing sesh.

"Uh, hello!" He literally waves at you and you're not even three feet away.

"Hey Steven." Your voice is soft with him, as sweet as honey and as tempting as nectar. It's the first step to luring him in.

He always gives you that look even before you step into the room, one of longing and anticipation. Like you're the best part of his day. No wonder his partners are always falling for his shy smiles and dreamy eyes.

You sit on one of the couches in the prep room, gesturing to the spot right next to you, "Come 'ere, babe." He loves it when you call him sweet names like that.

You start with a kiss:

Your hand cradles his jaw and he nuzzles into it, his eyes shut, ready for anything you'll give him. You hear him sigh as you slowly lean in and press your lips gently against his, showering his mouth with small pecks, just enough to leave him wanting.

He whines when you pull away, eyes opening ever so slightly to see where you're going. You barely pull away enough to take your shirt off before he's pulling you back in for hungry kiss, hand on the back of your neck.

Steven can actually be quite demanding when he really wants something. And though most sessions consist of him obediently sitting next to you while you squeeze and tease him, sometimes he loses control.

He loves your taste, the smell of your perfume, and the weight of your body against his. His hands glide and mold over every inch of your body, attempting to memorize your figure for the hundredth time, as your hips roll against him.

You've found the best way to get him hard but not ruined is a few minutes of making out and clothed grinding. He's usually already plenty hard after the first few innocent kisses, but to stay hard, he needs physical touch. Closeness.

You.

But you have to strategically measure it out to get the best results.

The first time, you experimented by giving him head, but he physically couldn't stop himself from fucking your throat. He came with a cry, hand clutched desperately in your hair, forcing your lips to meet the tan skin of his hips. You're sure you'll have that image in your mind for the rest of your life.

Anyone who's witnessed Steven cum first-hand is as lucky as they get. His whimpers could inspire a nun to leave the church.

The second time, you gave him a handjob. He spurted against his t-shirt within a handful (lol) of minutes moaning your name, thighs trembling against yours. You also learned that he's not one to be edged unless the director wants him with tear-stained cheeks and reddened eyes. (sometimes they do though!)

Finally you figured out the best bet: kisses, nuzzles, touches, and grinding.

Steven whines out as you lave your tongue softly against his sensitive neck. His hips attempt to cant with yours, grinding his hardness into your heated center.

"Please, darling. Grind harder on me, I-I need it."

"Mm...No can do Stevie," Your hips raise so he's barely touching you, depriving him of much needed stimulation. "Can't have you busting in your shorts, can I?"

"No no no, ughnn..." He tries to hold your waist and pull you further against him, but you yank his wrists away, pinning them against the couch. "Please, I promise I won't. Jus' need a little more, is all."

You giggle at his frustration, but only answer with a peck on his lips before pulling away. You can actually hear him whimper when you roll off of him.

"I think you're ready, Steven."

"N-no. Not yet. I think I still need more. Yeah, a bit more will do me good!"

You perk an eyebrow as you consider the large tent at the front of his shorts. He looks up at you sheepishly.

"Yeah, I don't think so."

[annafoxxx7]

Oops...

[Josh Futturman x Female Reader]

POV: You and Josh are bffs, but a seemingly normal visit to his house takes an unexpected turn...

Warnings: Masturbation, pnv, mommy kink (????), idk just like pure smut (plus Josh being a needy, whimpering bottom 😜) ((sorry guys I had writers block so this is like the worst thing I’ve ever written))

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You and Josh have been friends for years. Your houses are next door to each other so you hang out every day. One of you will walk over to the others house after school and spend the rest of the evening there. Even on weekends you'd hang out all day. So your decision to walk over this one Saturday wasn't out of the ordinary.

You show up to his house and let yourself in with the copy of his key that he gave you. You call out his name, only he doesn't respond. He was supposed to be home alone all day. Suddenly, you hear a strange noise coming from his room.

He must be playing a video game or something. You whisper to yourself, walking towards his bedroom

As you lean into his room you see that his eyes are closed. His hand is moving fast, his pants are at his ankles.

“Fuck... y/n-” He moaned.

You froze. Was he thinking about... you????

Holy fuck. Shit... SHIT!

You start to back out of the doorway and try not to make any noise, but end up bumping into the door. He looks up at you in shock.

“Y/n… Jesus… I thought you had plans today what are you doing here… God damn… Did you have to barge in here like this?” Josh grumbles, covering himself.

"Well... I had my key copy and I just thought I'd come say hi. I'm so sorry I-"

"Let me know next time don't just-"

Just say it just say it just say it

"Do you want me to help you? You know... finish?"

Josh’s jaw dropped. “You… Are you for real?”

You had been friends for so long, but there had always been something there. Some kind of unspoken tension pulling you together.

"Yeah... if you want"

He swallowed his pride. “I mean… yeah- yes, please.”

You walk over to him pulling off your jeans and leaving them on the floor, your shirt is next. You straddle him on his chair and he quickly removes your bra, massaging your bare breasts. He kisses your chest and neck. He keeps looking up into your eyes, like he's pleading without saying a word.

The only thing separating your heat from him is the thin layer of your underwear. You grind on his lap, making him moan.

"Please... fuck. Just let me... inside," he whimpers.

"Ok, ok."

You take off your underwear throwing them on the floor and slowly lower yourself down onto his throbbing cock. You both moan as he sinks into you. He begins to thrust into you helplessly, hitting your g-spot with ease. Your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you ride him. It doesn't take long before he's a whimpering mess underneath you.

"Fuck... mommy. Please-"

Woah. You had been called mommy before a few times but this was different. Hearing him say it so helplessly felt different. It felt great. HE felt great. Who would have thought Josh of all people would make you feel so good?

"You're doing so good, baby, keep going. Almost there."

He pushes into you with ease, your bodies fitting together like a puzzle. His big dick pushing up into your cervix as he grabs your waist to keep you steady.

He whimpers and moans, so close to finishing. All it takes a few more sloppy thrusts to put you both over the edge. You clench around him and he twitches inside of you. His cum spilling out of you as you ride out your climaxes.

Breathlessly, Josh says, "Shit... well that was unexpected. I guess now we have to have a whole 'what are we' talk and try not to ruin our friendship and stuff so you know, thanks for that."

You smirk at him. "Oops"

[goaways-stuff]

praising and thigh riding with angela lopez??

Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry.

Angela Lopez x gn!reader

A/N: No mention of amy gendered genitals. 18+. Minors dni. Another not proofread drabble. Also, this is really only like my second time ever writing for a fem character, so bare with me if it's shit lol. enjoy :)

You'd maybe been a little bratty that day. She was working from home, and you were desperate for her attention. How could you not be? You'd managed to pull the most beautiful woman in the world. All day, all you could think about was her. You were alone, in your house, together. But she had still managed to have work to do. You went into her office every chance you got. Obviously you brought her all three meals for the day, but in between those, you kept her water glass and coffee mug refilled. You brought her a snack. You just had to show her a funmy puppy video. Anything to just have a few minutes. And, of course, you prolonged each interaction, kissing on her neck from behind, squeezing her shoulders that stayed so constantly tense. "Almost done yet?" You asked after your millionth time in the office today. "No. I've had a very distracting partner all day." She deadpanned, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Mm, can't help it when I have the most gorgeous woman in the world in my home." You mumbled as you buried your face in her neck, kissing down on that sensitive spot because, believe it or not, the great Angela López does have a weak spot. Your hands knead her shoulders once more before taveling down her arms, sneaking their way over her breasts, giving them a squeeze. She slaps your wrists, causing you to pull away completely.

"Who said you could touch?" She asked, crossing her arms as she gave you the look once more. That look made you absolutely melt. You'd do anything for you if she gave you that look and that tone.

"Sorry- I just. I need you." You practically begged, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. She just smirked at your reddened cheeks before saving and closing out the tab she had been working on.

"Well, maybe I would've been done earlier if someone hadn't come in every 5 minutes." She said, spinning the chair around to fully face you. She patted her lap, signaling for you to sit. You immediately obeyed, wasting no time as you took your spot.

"You really need me that bad, huh?" She asked, feeling the heat emitting from your core. You nodded eagerly, hips grinding down as you waited for any kind of friction to come your way.

"Well, go for it, honey. Get yourself off." She challenged, leaning back in the seat. You looked at her confused before she nodded down to her thigh slotted between your legs.

"Go ahead. If you're so desperate, you won't have any trouble getting yourself off." She smirked, flexing her thigh muscle against you.

"Oh please-" You choked at the feeling as began slowly grinding your hips again her thigh.

"That's it, honey. Just like that." She encouraged, hands going to your hips to guide you. She picked up your pace, making sure to keep your hips angled. "C'mon, bebé. Keep going."

A rubber band formed in your stomach, slowly twisting as you desperately rubbed your crotch against her thigh. "Angela- please. More" You moaned out, wanting more.

"Nope. Not until you get yourself off." She stood her ground as you whined, your thighs trembling as the rubber band only twisted tighter.

You whimpered as you angled your hips a little more, trying to find that sweet spot as you moved faster against him. It wasn't long before that rubber band had become so wound up that it was ready to snap.

"Doing such a good job," She said, almost patronizing. "So sweet for me." She praised, peppering kisses pver your face.

"Close, huh? Gonna cum for me? Go on, sweet thing, cum for me." She coaxed, nibbling on your earlobe as your hips stuttered.

It was a full stop as you groaned out, hips bucking and core throbbing as you made a thorough mess of yourself. "Good job, did such a good job for me." She praised, gently petting your hair as you came down from your high.

[ashtheketchum]

●Magic water●

Senku Ishigami X FEM.Reader

Summary: The village wants to take a break after all the hard work. So Senku creates some "magic water", also called alcohol.

Warnings: +18 CONTENT, FEM.Reader, mention of alcohol, missionary, VIRGIN Reader, VIRGIN Senku, no love just sex

A/N: I was gone for a long time and I´m very sorry :`D But now I come back and I also try something new! (Daryl is still in my heart and he will come back, don´t worry <3) Soooo, I hope you all like some anime content :3

Words: 3,1k

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PoV Senku:

I sat in my bed with a pounding headache. Well, if you could call it a bed, it was just a blanket and a pillow on the floor. God, my arms felt heavy and I felt sick. What the hell was wrong with me yesterday? And what the fuck was going on in the night?

When I looked around, I saw that I was in my house. Everything was quiet outside, my workers- uhm, I mean the rest of the villagers were still asleep. On the floor next to us, there were a few jugs on the floor and my clothes too. Holy Einstein, it looked like there was a huge tornado here. But what I found particularly strange was that there were other clothes lying next to my clothes. "What the…?"

At that exact moment, I felt someone snuggling up to my arm. I jumped briefly before looking down at (Y/N). She was lying naked next to me, with bite marks on her neck and shoulders and her hair all messy. She was sleeping soundly, breathing calmly and snuggled up in a second blanket. It didn't take long before I put two and two together and my face turned bright red. To be sure, I pulled the blanket off me and by Einstein, my guess was right! Damn-!

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PoV (Y/N):

Senku had forced us to work again. Well, what does forced mean? We liked working for him, but sometimes he seemed to feel too powerful. And today was no different. We were supposed to grind some purple grapes until a liquid like that was created. A few villagers had wished for a nice evening after all the successes we had achieved. The science kingdom was getting bigger and stronger and soon we would be able to really kick this Tsukasa's ass. But understandably we all wanted a break, just to have fun for an evening and Senku took this request to heart. Maybe he wasn't such a bad person after all.

"(Y/N), you're staring again," I heard Kohaku whisper to me. My cheeks immediately turned bright red and I looked away from Senku. Kohaku had to see everything too… "Let me…" I muttered quietly to myself, which only made Kohaku smile. "Oh man, you really couldn't have picked anyone better, could you? Why Senku, what's so great about him?" Kohaku asked me. To be honest, I didn't really have an answer and if I did, I could probably talk for hours about how great Senku was. But I didn't want to do that. So I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Okay, that should be enough! Now we shake the liquid into a huge bucket!" we heard Senku shout loudly. Kohaku and I just nodded in agreement before we each took a container and shook all the liquid into a huge bucket. Before we could even ask what it was all for, Senku sent us away. "I have to concentrate on this, if one thing goes wrong, all the work will have been in vain!" said Senku. I just nodded at him and turned to leave. But behind me I heard Kohaku talking to him. She asked him what exactly his plan was and I couldn't help but feel jealousy inside me.

I knew Kohaku and Senku didn't want anything from each other, but I was still jealous. I was jealous of Kohaku for being able to talk to Senku so easily. I could only stand quietly next to Senku, listen to him, nod, or shake my head. It frustrated me, it frustrated me so much. But inside I hoped that tonight everything would be better.

After several days, we had prepared a huge table in the village, which was full of food and empty cups were also there. We were all waiting for this magical water, which we had been waiting for and preparing for days. Senku called it alcohol or wine. "(Y/N), go help Senku carry the magical water!" Chrome called to me. Confused and a little excited, I nodded to him before going to the bridge. On the other side of the bridge I saw Senku trying to lift the huge bucket. He was having huge problems, you could see it.

So I went over to him, giggling. "Do you need help?" I asked him. My voice made him look up and hum quietly. A little sweat ran down his forehead. "Oh, (Y/N)… yes, that would be nice," he murmured quietly and knelt down again. With a nod, I went to the other side, knelt down as well and then we both lifted the bucket. Senku groaned briefly before we slowly walked over the bridge. "I wanted to thank you…" I suddenly blurted out. When Senku looked at me confused, I turned bright red again and looked away from him. "Thank you? For what?" he asked again. "N-n-well, for…! Y-you're treating us to this evening…" I murmured quietly. Senku just remained silent before nodding. "No problem," he finally said.

When we had carried this bucket over, we put it next to the table and opened it. I immediately saw the magical liquid, a dark color. "The alcohol isn't like the one from the old world… but we don't want to get too drunk," explained Senku. He really liked explaining scientific things, even when no one was listening to him. "It will definitely taste good," I said as I took the first empty cups and filled them with this alcohol. The first people came over to take the cups from me and hand them out. But the children didn't get any.

Within a few moments, we were all drunk, as Senku called it. Our cheeks were bright red, we were slurring something to ourselves, we were more honest and we were also a bit clumsy. Chrome and Ginro were half lying on the table and snoring loudly while Kohaku and I were just discussing something. "You know… y-you should talk to Senku…" Kohaku suddenly suggested. I hiccupped loudly before I looked at her uncertainly. Then I briefly looked at Senku, who was also sipping the magical liquid, but he seemed relatively sober. "S-sure…?" I asked uncertainly. Although I had probably already had several cups of alcohol, I still wasn't brave enough to confess my feelings to Senku.

"Just do it!" and with these words Kohaku pushed me towards Senku. Startled, I stumbled a little before I cleared my throat and walked towards Senku. My heart was pounding in my throat, but somehow I felt dizzy. As if everything around me didn't exist. As if there was only Senku and me. "S-senku…!" I then called, even though I wasn't even close to him. We were at least ten steps away from each other. But the scientist heard me and looked up. Our eye contact remained firm until I stood in front of him and took a deep breath. "I-I want to… w-get away from you…!" I then stuttered. Senku mumbled something to himself briefly before he stood up, cracked his neck briefly and then nodded. "Yes, okay…"

We walked over the bridge to his lab, which was also his house in a way. He had a hammock in his lab, but I could imagine that he hardly slept. Sometimes he had such big bags under his eyes that I thought he was going to drop dead. But Senku had himself really well under control. "So?" his voice pulled me out of my brief trance and I flinched. Then I slowly turned to him, he looked a little bored. But I could also see a slight red shimmer on his cheeks. Was he drunk too? He looked so calm… "II… I just wanted to tell you that I…" my voice kept faltering as I suppressed my slurring. I felt a little uncomfortable speaking so unclearly.

"I-I think you're really hot!", I suddenly blurted out. But my expression changed to one of shock. Why did I say that so suddenly, was I stupid!? Damn it, what had that magical water done to me!? "You… uhhh…" came Senku's quiet reply. He seemed pretty overwhelmed and his cheeks took on a slight red tinge. Did the magical water work on him after all?

Swallowing nervously, I slowly walked towards him until I was standing right in front of him. Senku just looked down at me before grabbing my arms. "(Y/N), I don't think that-!", before Senku could reply, I pressed my lips against his. I could also taste the magical water on his lips, and coupled with the kiss, I felt even drunker. But instead of Senku pulling away, he returned my kiss even more deeply. When I gasped in surprise, he pressed his tongue into my mouth and I felt like my head was spinning, just like the whole world. Our tongues played around each other before Senku pulled back and we both panted heavily. "S-senku-!" "Well… I have to…", I didn't understand him any further, as Senku led us both to his hammock.

"Take that off…" Senku murmured softly against my lips. A cold shiver ran down my spine before I nodded and took off my clothes. While I was taking them off and holding the clothes in my hands, Senku had laid a blanket on the floor and a pillow. My insides were tingling. He was preparing everything to perform the act of love with me.

I had read about it in a book before. Children are created when a man injects his sperm into a woman and the sperm then penetrates her egg. It sounded scary somehow, but we had so many children in the village that it couldn't be that bad. So I pulled myself together.

While I was lost in thought, Senku had also taken off his robe. I looked at his body with greedy eyes. Although he had no stamina and was a complete failure at sports, Senku was really well built. I licked my lower lip briefly before throwing my robe somewhere and walking towards him again. In the background I heard something fall to the floor, but I ignored it and so did Senku. Although he only dropped it, he didn't hesitate for a second to press me into the blanket and kneel over me. His red eyes scanned my entire body up and down until he finally stopped at my middle. His gaze was so intense that I had to press my legs tightly together, but Senku stopped me by grabbing my thighs and spreading my legs.

"Stay like that… I want to be able to see everything…" he murmured quietly, but seemed to be far too focused. It almost seemed as if he wanted to examine my body. But before I could say anything, Senku lowered his head and licked my middle. He hit some spot that made me gasp immediately. "O-oh, Senku…!" I gasped loudly. My reaction made Senku look up before he let out a small "I see…" But my head felt far too foggy to notice anything exactly. I only felt the incredible feeling that Senku gave me.

Again and again he licked that one spot that made my insides contract and made me moan. My hands stroked the blanket that was beneath me before going to Senku's hair and grabbing him. I greedily pressed him closer to my lip, which made the brilliant scientist moan. His moan made me arch my back and I gasped again. Slowly I propped myself up on my elbow to look down. But before I could even see what Senku was doing to make me feel so good, he pulled away from me again and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Lie down…" he murmured quietly, his voice a little rougher and deeper. My body immediately shook, but I nodded immediately and lay down again.

Senku rested his arms next to my head and looked down at me. His eyes, which usually shone in the sunshine, were very dark and seemed much more intense. When he lay down between my legs, I swallowed hard as I felt his penis against my abdomen. However, it didn't seem hard yet, at least not completely. "I guess… you've never had anything like this before?" Senku asked quietly. In response to his question, I just shook my head. "No… b-but you haven't either, have you…?" In response to my question, Senku also shook his head. So neither of us had ever had an experience like this before. So it would be the first time for both of us.

"Will it hurt…?", my voice was quiet, uncertain and hesitant as I asked this question. Although Senku had never had it before, I hoped that he had an answer to my question. Like always. Senku always had an answer. "… I don't know… probably…", Senku whispered quietly. Before I could reply, his penis was already pressing against my center and I had to gasp sharply. We both looked down briefly before Senku looked deep into my eyes. While we maintained eye contact, he pushed his half-hard member into me. "Fuck…", Senku cursed quietly the deeper he sank himself. There was a stronger red glow on his cheeks.

"S-senku…!", an unpleasant feeling spread in my abdomen and I held on tightly to his arms. My legs were shaking and, to be honest, I didn't know where to put them. Or whether I should stretch them out. Swallowing hard, I finally decided to simply spread my legs further so Senku could press his pelvis more firmly against mine. Whimpering softly, I squeezed my eyes shut while Senku buried his face in my shoulder. Only in a daze did I notice that he was biting my skin. "T-that's… not what I expected…" I heard Senku whisper softly. Before I could reply, Senku grabbed my legs, wrapped them around his hips and then slowly moved inside me.

I could still feel the slight pain, but when Senku started to move, the pain quickly faded. I could even feel his member getting harder inside me. Soft moans and gasps escaped me, Senku growled softly against my skin and moved a little faster. My grip on my legs tightened, as did his bites into my skin. My own hands ran down his back and through his hair, never staying in one place. ,,S-senku…! That feels… incredible…~!" I moaned softly, gently tugging on his hair. This made Senku look at my face. His expression showed pure lust and desire.

His cheeks were very flushed, his eyebrows were slightly knitted together, and his mouth was slightly open. A few loose strands of hair hung in his face, making him look even hotter. "Surprisingly… very good…" Senku agreed. Then he moved his pelvis even faster, the slapping of our skin getting louder, just like my moans. If I wasn't so drunk, I probably would have worried about being heard. But that was the last thing on my mind at the moment. While I was moaning, panting, and whimpering loudly, Senku only let out quiet growls or moaned quietly once or twice. It was almost as if he was completely focused on me and wanted to hear everything.

After several minutes of just looking deeply into each other's eyes and giving ourselves over to each other, I felt my lower abdomen contract. It felt strange, almost wrong, but my desire didn't pass for a second. Since I didn't know what this feeling was, I gently pulled on Senku's hair. The scientist had closed his eyes to better surrender to the feeling, but when he felt me ​​pulling on his hair, he opened his eyes. "I-I have… a-a strange feeling inside me~…" I moaned quietly. Senku immediately stopped moving and looked at me confused and curious. "What kind of feeling? Where do you feel it?" he asked me curiously. He looked me up and down before his eyes landed on mine again. "I-it feels like… my insides are about to burst… M-my stomach…" I murmured quietly. At my answer, Senku sighed quietly, but then nodded and buried his face in my shoulder again. He had already bitten it raw, just like my neck.

"Everything's okay…~," Senku moaned softly and moved inside me again. His thrusts had become a little more irregular and sloppy. Heavy panting and breathing escaped him as he began to sweat profusely. "I-is everything okay~…?" I asked quietly, trying my best not to be too loud. But Senku just nodded and kissed my cheek. This made my heart beat even faster than it already was. "Yes, I~…! Ah, fuck~… I'm just about to come~…", his answer made me pause briefly in confusion, but I ignored it. It was probably some kind of speech I still had to learn. So I just nodded so as not to ruin the mood. "I-me too~…" I said quietly.

After three more thrusts, the oppressive feeling in my abdomen burst and I moaned loudly. Senku gasped in shock before he pulled out of me and shot his sperm onto my stomach. I immediately let my head fall into the pillow and I breathed heavily. His sperm literally burned on my skin while Senku fell next to me. "That was... incredible..." I sighed loudly and grinned broadly. Unbelievable! I had sex with Senku! I couldn't be happier right now!

"Yes, but… I imagined sex to be much more… annoying…", Senku muttered quietly before grinning triumphantly. Then he took his robe and wiped the cum from my stomach. Then he threw it in a corner, turned to me and closed his eyes. "Sleep… your body needs it…", Senku just muttered before we both fell silent. But I was far too excited to even think about sleeping! Or so I thought… because within a few seconds I was fast asleep.

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PoV Senku:

Damn, I never thought I would go this far with (Y/N)! But I had to admit to myself… that sex felt incredibly good. Not love, love was still a very strange feeling for me, but sex felt incredible! Maybe I could have sex with (Y/N) more often… she certainly wouldn't mind.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Young Dumb Thrills

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary:One things leads to another after Eddie confesses something to you on your Friday night movie nights. (Sorry I suck at summaries!)

Warnings:Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Smut, Confessions of Love, Making Out, Pet Names (perhaps an overuse of Eddie calling the reader “Sugar” but Eddie is a “Sugar” kind of guy and I will die on this hill), Grinding, Nipple Play, Oral (F receiving), VERY BRIEF Sub!Eddie (like mentioned in ONE sentence) Unprotected Sex, Cowgirl Position, Hand-jobs. Slight spoilers for 80s Star Wars movies (but nothing that nobody didn't know already

Word Count:2,706 

Author's Note:I think my horny brain took over when I wrote this tbh, so if there’s any mistakes which I hope there isn’t then that’ll be why. Also I wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to name this fic after a McFly song (it came up in my playlist whilst I was writing it and I just felt like it fit)

At the knock on his trailer door, Eddie rushed up from his seat to open the door. He opened it to greet the familiar face that he knew would be waiting for him behind it. It was a Friday night, and that meant only one thing. Friday night was movie night with his best friend. It was a tradition that they started years ago, and Eddie looked forward to spending his evenings eating trashy snack foods and laughing at the bad movies with his closest friend.

Eddie had known you from when you were both kids, and you had moved to Hawkins. You lived a few trailers down from him and being the only other kid his age in that trailer park, you two had become fast and firm friends.

The other reason why Eddie looked forward to your shared movie nights, was something of a secret, and one that he kept to himself, and had done for years. 

Eddie had a huge crush on you. You were always very sweet and kind to him. Made him laugh until he was crying, and were always there for him through those rough patches, where the loneliness would seep in whilst his uncle would work long night shifts at the plant.

Not to mention he also found you crazy attractive, with gorgeous eyes, and a warm smile it was very easy for him to fall in love with you. 

“Hey! Come on in!” Eddie welcomed you warmly into the trailer.

“So I swung by Family Video! I picked out ‘Raiders of The Lost Ark’, since I know you missed it when it was in the cinema and wanted to watch it!” you wiggled the video cassette in your hand excitedly, whilst your other hand hid behind your back “and then I figured, why not make tonight a double feature? So I also picked out ‘Temple of Doom’” you beamed as you showed him the other cassette in your other hand.

“Awesome! Tell you what, I’ll go make a start on the popcorn, and you go set up the video! I trust coca-cola is still your drink of choice, m’lady?” he throws over his shoulder as he makes his way to the small kitchen to put the popcorn in the microwave.

“It very much is still my drink of choice, my good sir” you reply with a chuckle

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It wasn't unusual for you two to get close to each other on movie nights, more often than not you would end up with your head resting on Eddie's shoulder. He liked to joke how you had probably never seen the ending of any movie you’ve watched with him. The best was when you had, unsurprisingly fallen asleep on him during your first watch of ‘Return of The Jedi’ and thus followed what Eddie had dubbed ‘The Great Luke and Leia Sibling Reveal of ‘83’ where the credits rolled on the vhs during your Star Wars marathon, he got to tell you all about how that scrawny kid that kissed the space princess in ‘Empire Strikes Back’ were actually brother and sister.

Still to this day, you didn’t believe him. Thinking this was some kind of long-running joke that he was keeping up.

With you sitting so comfortably next to him, Eddie’s body was tense, he was usually good at keeping his feelings for you under control, but there was something about the intoxicating smell of your shampoo invading his senses and just you being as cute as always that had the butterflies in his stomach fluttering like mad.

You could sense that Eddie had gone quiet, and didn’t seem like his usual joking self, making silly remarks on the film just to make you laugh. Pausing the film, you turned your eyes to him.

“Hey Ed, you okay?” you looked up at him, your eyes connecting with his big brown ones.

“Y-yeah, I-I’m alright..” he stumbles, not trusting his own voice to give him away.

“Are you sure? You seem awfully flush? Is it too warm in here? I can open a window for you if you like?” Damnit, Eddie thinks to himself, it wasn’t his voice that was giving him away, but rather the increasing heat of blush taking over his face.

“N-No it’s okay, sweetheart. I just…” Eddie trails off. Why was he just about to admit to his embarrassingly large crush on you? Perhaps he was more comfortable with you than even he realised? 

“You just what?” you pressed, setting your hand on top of his.

Huffing out a sigh, he couldn’t believe he was doing this. 

“I just..look…I’m going to tell you something, something real big, okay? But you have to promise me that you won’t laugh at me or anything okay?”

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I like you, y/n” Eddie confesses.

“Yeah I like you too, Ed!” you beam back at him with a smile.

“No, I like like you, have done for a while too if i’m being completely honest” he insists.

“Yeah, me too!” your smile taking over your face.

“No, I mean I like you more than a friend..” he tells you. This was a big step for Eddie. Giving you his heart and trusting you enough to handle it with care and not break it.

“Eddie..” you started. “I like you too, perhaps more than I should as a friend. I've been wanting to say something for the longest time, I just never knew how to tell you” you confessed to him.

“Wait..wait..hold on. You’re telling me that you’ve got a crush on me? On me?” 

“Yeah I mean, how could I not? You’re just so adorable when you talk to me about your Hellfire campaigns, even though I know you know I don’t know anything about D&D. When you secretly learned ‘Material Girl’ on the guitar for my birthday that one year, even though it’s not “technically a guitar song” as you told me afterwards”

“Yeah, I remember Wayne would come home to me playing that song over and over to make sure I got it just right, I think he thought I was going crazy. Laughing at me saying how “he didn’t have me down as a Madonna fan.” Oh but it was worth it though, I mean the look on your face when I played it for you? It warmed my heart, Sugar”

“Sugar? Are we doing pet names already, Munson?” you gently teased.

“Well I..U-uh I guess it kind of slipped out" Eddie shyly admitted to you.

"Hey, I'm not mad at it, I actually kind of liked it, never been anyone's 'Sugar' before!'

'There's been something I wanna do for the longest time, and since I know now that we're on the same page, I just have to ask. Can I kiss you?" Eddie says, despite your confession of mutual admiration he's still unsure of himself. 

Swinging your legs over his body, you settle yourself down to sit on his lap. Making yourself comfortable, you place both your hands on either side of his face.

You feel his larger ring-adorned hands settle themselves on your hips.

“Eddie, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that for ages” you say as you lean to tentatively place your lips against his.

He takes the hint to deepen this kiss, his warm plush lips parting to slip his tongue between your lips, in a desperate, long-awaited kiss.

However, now, with you sitting so prettily in his lap, kissing him like you needed it to survive, your hips are gently rolling themselves against his increasingly hardening length. 

  Reluctantly Eddie pulls away from you, your lips connected by a string of saliva.

“Sugar..Sugar, you gotta stop or this is all gonna be over a lot faster than you, and certainly I want it to be” he chuckles with a cheeky grin.

“How about we make things interesting then?” you say, feeling a sudden burst of confidence. Gripping your t-shirt at the bottom in twisted arms, you pull upwards to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in your lace bra.

Eddie can hardly believe what’s unfolding before his eyes. The girl of his dreams, is sitting in his lap, scantily clad in her delicate lace bra and looking into his eyes with adoration. Sliding his hands upwards from where they were resting on your hips, his hands settled over your back, the clasp of your bra under his fingers. His brown eyes looking at you in a question.

“May I?” he questions, toying with your bra clasp.

“You may.” you nod.

That simple nod was all that Eddie needed to go ahead, popping the clasp of your bra with a quick flick of his guitarists fingers. He takes the straps off your shoulders and flings your bra to the corner of his room, she won’t be needing that, not if I can help it, he thinks to himself.

She’s beautiful, Eddie thinks. He already thought you were beautiful before, but now he’s looking at you, kiss-bitten lips and your naked chest heaving with anticipated breaths, and he thinks that you have never looked more stunning than you do in this moment.

He leans his head towards your breasts, letting his lips kiss over your tits, nipping a few hickeys here and there, before his mouth latches on to one of your nipples, sucking it into a hardened peak, and using his fingers to pluck and tease the other nipple.

The feel of Eddie’s soft lips leaving a trail of hot kisses over your breasts left you desperately whining and grinding into his lap even more, you needed more from him.

“Eddie…” you whined “Please...I need you..” 

“Well who am I to deny such a sweet request” he said as turned around with you in his arms, settling you down amongst the pillows on his bed. 

Caging you underneath his arms as he held himself up above you, his dark curls falling like curtains in front of his eyes.

“Wait..wait a minute” you say, slipping your hair tie off your wrist with a slight giggle, gathering his hair in a little bundle at the nape of his neck “There! That’s much better! Now I can see your handsome face!” you finish, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

Now with his vision unimpaired by his long mane of hair, his lips begin their descent down your body, Laying kisses on every patch of skin he could find. Stopping at the waistband of your jeans, kissing just below your navel, before popping the button of your jeans and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, dragging them both down the length of your legs.

“Well, now that’s out of the way..let me do something that I’ve only ever dreamed of doing.” he smirks.

“Dreamed of?” you question. “My my, Ed how many times have you fantasised about me before?” you press again.

“Oh Sugar, you have no idea how many times I’ve lied where you’re lying right now, with my hand wrapped around my dick, just thinking about how pretty you would look cumming all over my tongue” 

“Well then don’t let me be the one to stop you from following your dreams, Munson” you giggled.

Eddie leaned his head down until he was face to face with your pussy, his tongue sneaks it's way out to wet his lips before going in to lick a long swipe from the very bottom of your wet slit to the top, the tip of his tongue flicking over your clit with little kitten licks. He swirled his tongue around your pussy a few times, the lewd slurping sounds echoing off his bedroom walls. Eddie slips his middle and ring fingers into the tight wet heat of your pussy, curling them upwards to press against that spot deep inside you that has your eyes screwing shut in pleasure. His other hand is placed firmly on your soft stomach, pressing down with a gentle pressure, his clunky metal rings a welcomed chilling sensation against the heat of your skin. 

“Come on, Sugar…I can feel this pretty pussy clenching on my fingers..” Eddie mumbles against you, just as he seals his lips around your clit, sucking it into the warm heat of his mouth.

“That’s it baby…you’re so beautiful…fuck..”

Continuing with his ministrations, it wasn’t long before you were coming around his fingers, with a moaning gasp. He delivers soft little kitten licks to your clit, as you come down from the high of your orgasm.

“I don’t know why we waited so long before doing that” you chuckle, as you try to catch your breath.

“Neither do I, but certainly want to do that again”

“There’ll be plenty of opportunities for that another time, right now I just want to ride you”

He Throws off his Judas Priest t-shirt and tugs his sweatpants down and tosses to some corner of his room, eager to feel you on top of him.

You take this opportunity to appreciate him in his full, naked glory, his tattoos like intricate artworks on the gallery that is his body.

“Get yourself comfortable on that bed, Munson.” you say, your eyes sparkling with desire.

“Yes Ma’am, don’t need to tell me twice”

“Good boy.” 

The heat on his cheeks rose, blushing further down his chest. Oh. He liked being called your good boy. You’d have to remember that.

Settling your body over his, you lick your tongue over your palm, before reaching behind you to stroke his cock a few times. Rising up on your thighs you slip the leaking tip of his cock inside you, and begin to slowly lower yourself over him inch by inch until he’s settled deep inside you. 

Placing both your hands down over his torso to steady yourself, you start to roll your hips, quickly falling into a steady rhythm that had both of you moaning. The creaking sounds of his bed fall into the background as you enjoy each other's bodies. His hips thrusting up to meet your hips grinding into his.

His hands find their place, gripping your hips.

“Fuck..Sugar..You look so sexy like this..Making me feel..fuck..feel so good.” he groans out.

One of his hands slips from its place on your hips, fingers finding their way to clit to rub deliberate circles.

“Eddie…” you cried out, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening with each of his thrusts up into you.  “Please..don’t stop..I’m so close..” you desperately whine.

It didn’t take much more than a few more rolls of your hips, and Eddie’s skilled fingers on your clit before you were coming around his dick with silent scream. Slowing down your movements as you ride through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

What you hadn’t accounted for was that in the heat of the moment, you had forgotten to use any protection, and Eddie was warning you that he was quickly approaching his end, a consequence of your walls constricting around him.

“You gotta get off me, Sweets..I don’t think we’re quite ready to be parents yet..” he huffs, the few strands that have come loose from his bun sticking to his sweaty forehead.

Leaning forward you let his cock slip from your entrance, and reach back behind yourself to work him through the end of his orgasm with your hands. Twisting your closed fist over his sensitive head. That’s all it took for Eddie to spill rope after rope of his release all over your hand. His cum splattering his lower stomach and dribbling down your fingers.

Whilst he recovers and catches his breath below you, you take the opportunity to clean up your fingers, swiping your tongue over your digits, tasting his cum from where he had spilled in your hand.

“Fuck...Sugar..You can’t just do that. You’ll get me going again.” he chuckles breathlessly.

“Don’t worry about that, we’ve still got to make up for lost time.” you say leaning forward on his chest to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. “..And I plan on making every second count.”

[queeniesblog]

Hello everyone!

Sorry for going inactive for so long- had to deal with some heavy stuff I couldn't predict and a wombo-combo of school and work have been dog-walking the heck outta me. But I am still planning to release more fanfics about Z and Carmi- so enjoy some teasers of the works I have planned!

Warning(s)!: NSFW Topics

'Carmi lustfully gazed over Z's restrained body. Sweating, flustered and grinning with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Well, she thought that he was grinning at least. It was somewhat hard to tell, with the muzzle strapped on his face and all. Oh well. He should have listened to her warnings. It was his fault that he thought that she was joking around when she very much was not.

"This is serious human…" Z licked his lips with a quick swipe as if he was a dangerous predator looking at a particularly juicy piece of prey. The darkness of the room made the fiend’s eyes seem even brighter than usual as they fixated on the woman above him. Carmi felt a thrill at the thought of that. "Don't start anything you're not willing to finish."

"Oh don't worry Z. I'll be able to start it, finish it and do it all over again." Carmi replied in a honey sweet tone. "It's about damn time someone knocked you down a peg or two.'

-Teaser for the Fanfic: 'Hunted, Taken and Loved'

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'Carmi felt a sweet and soft kiss on her forehead, filled with love and bringing forth a emotion that she did not know the name of. A mixture of tenderness and deep loneliness began to pour into her heart, clouding her judgment. Before she was even aware of what she had done, Carmi embraced her husband from behind. The human woman buried her face into his warm back, and wrapped her hands around their rising chest, placing them on his heart. She could feel it beginning to race at the sudden contact. Was he also caught off guard from the unanticipated touch?

"Do you… must you leave so early, my Lord?" Carmi hesitantly asked. She could also feel her heart beginning to increase it's pace as the woman forced each word out. "The sunrise hasn't even begun yet. Can you truly not stay for a few more minutes…?"

'Just a little bit longer.' Carmi begged. 'Just a little longer and I shall ask for no more.'

But deep down, she knew that she was lying to herself. She didn't want her husband to leave again when the night would eventually turn into day. The house was too big, too empty without his presence in it- and Carmi despised the feelings of loneliness that would come whenever she would turn around to tell Z something, only to realize that he wasn't there.'

-Teaser for the Fanfic: 'Bride of Mania'

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'The first week was fine- great even. Nothing had really changed between the pair of lovers(or rather, nothing she could really notice). They continued their normal routine without much change and Carmi was grateful for that, the lack of any surprises lulling her into a false sense of security. That was until the later half of the second week, where she was hit with the intense desire to be intimate with her boyfriend again.

It was then that she realized why this challenge was, well- a challenge. The closer the woman got to her end goal, the more and more Carmi's thoughts would shift towards him- towards Z. Thoughts about him fucking her anywhere that looked like it would be semi plausible: their bedroom, the couch, the hallways…. it didn't really matter where. The fiend wouldn't even have to ask her, she just wanted to feel him again. Feel him tearing the clothes off her body and grinding his cock inside her, inserting himself right where he belonged. Feel the warmth of his body, the whispers of praises on his lips, the shutter of pleasure as they finished inside her… Carmi bit her lip. Hell, he didn't even need to fuck her at this rate- she missed the feeling of his harden cock in her mouth as well. Oh, how Carmi loved to hear Z's reaction when she would trace her tongue over his throbbing veins only to then suck his sensitive head. It had been on of her favorite ways to get Z off.

Carmi knew that she could complete the challenge as long as she did not ask the demon for sex. But with each passing day, her desires grew ever stronger. The urge to plead with Z to give her another taste of paradise was growing to become unbearable, and Carmi didn't know if she could handle this much longer.'

-Teaser for the Fanfic: "To Nut, or Not To Nut"

[cuffmeinblack]

Helping Hand

Garreth Weasley x Andrew Larson

Tags: explicit | blowjobs | handjobs

3.7k words

Summary: When Andrew finds Garreth sneaking ingredients from the potions stores, he lets him go instead of throwing the Gryffindor in detention. That second's hesitation will be his undoing, to his great delight.

A/n: The smut nobody asked for. These two are fighting for supremacy in my brain so naturally I just want them to fuck. Expect school slut Garreth and uptight virgin Andrew.

⤍ Garreth Weasley masterlist | Andrew Larson masterlist ⤎

Andrew had seen enough of his classmates’ intimate areas to last him a lifetime. Everett had congratulated him repeatedly on glimpsing Samantha Dale's breasts (of course he did, the pervert), though at the time they were being fondled by a pair of very large hands belonging to Leander Prewett. A strange pairing by any standards, which might have been why Samantha had trailed Andrew the following day, begging him not to tell a soul. Everett had overheard and managed to get some of the more gruesome details from Andrew before he'd managed to escape into the safety of the prefects’ bathroom. Whilst he floated in the perfumed waters, inhaling deeply the scent of lavender and geranium, he tried not to think too much about yesterday's revellation that even Zenobia-bloody-Noke had a little boyfriend, and had been caught by Andrew whilst they snogged behind the greenhouses close to curfew. It seemed as if the whole castle was awash with hormones, like Garreth Weasley had dosed each of its occupants with amortentia. 

Truth be told, if he'd thought this head boy post involved mostly lecturing couples on discretion and telling them to put their clothes back on, he might have thought twice about the position. Some nights he felt like quite the voyeur, turning a corner and becoming flustered by the rhythmic grinding of bodies half hidden in shadow. He was ashamed to admit he'd watched these secret, steamy trysts in the castle corridors and empty classrooms for a few seconds before announcing his presence. It wasn't his fault he was so wound up these days, with no time to seek his own outlet for all this frustration. Exams were coming, tensions were high, and Andrew had only his hand for company on those nights where he'd collapse back on his bed and wish just once that he'd been the one to be caught in the dark with a handsome stranger. Or perhaps not a stranger at all.

His jealousy for his classmates might have been showing now, given the pouty mood he was in. He floated for a little while longer until his fingers resembled prunes before deciding to take matters into his own hands once again, quite literally. It would be a long night, and with any luck, it wouldn't involve any more sightings of nipples. Once dried and dressed, he made his way down to central hall, where those on patrol would be gathered before rounds began. They started half an hour before curfew and stayed well into the night, stumbling back to their dormitories for a less than satisfactory night’s sleep. The job could feel rather thankless, if it weren’t for the glowing recommendation he expected to receive from the Deputy Headmistress, a priceless addition to any student’s résumé.

A cluster of prefects soon came into view, all huddled near the fountain and chatting animatedly. Andrew’s footfalls announced his approach, and they turned and fell quiet.

“Alright, Andrew?” Eric asked, stifling a yawn.

“Fine, fine.” He was not fine, in fact he was so pent up he’d much rather be shut in his dormitory with the curtains around his bed drawn tight. Not even that bath had been enough to unwind the tension that seemed a constant companion these days. Andrew’s gaze drifted over the other faces as he tried not to linger too long on the shapely curve of Poppy Sweeting’s chest. “Eric, Cressida, you’ll be covering the bell tower wing tonight. There have been a few incidents recently along by the flying lawn—it seems some of the fifth year Herbology students enjoy smoking and flying, so see to it that you swing back around there a few times on patrol.”

Once all the assignments were given, the group parted and Poppy joined Andrew to patrol the library annex. It was one of the easier areas, unless Madam Scribner requested help to evacuate Peeves from the library, and Poppy was one of his favourite prefect partners. They chatted as they walked, mostly about schoolwork and beasts, but it was lighthearted and casual, never straying too far into personal territory. By the second turn about the annex, Andrew had loosened up slightly, though the same couldn’t be said for Poppy who was looking paler by the second.

“Are you okay, Poppy? You look a little peaky,” Andrew asked, reaching out a hand for her forehead but thinking better of it.

“Honestly? I feel quite sick. I think it might have been something I ate,” she said, clutching her stomach.

“Maybe you should get some rest, I can finish up here alone. Do you want me to take you to the hospital wing?”

“No, no, I don’t want to get stuck in there with Nurse Blainey all night. I think I should head back to my dormitory, though. Thank you, Andrew.”

“Of course. Take care, Poppy.”

Andrew watched her leave with a pang of regret, her brunette bob swinging lightly as she disappeared around a corner. Now he was alone, with nothing to distract him but the ghosts, most of whom preferred to keep their distance. With a sigh, he made his way along the corridor, occasionally stopping with his ear pricked for any sign of movement from the classrooms. All was quiet, suspiciously so. Only half an hour until the end of his patrol, he’d almost pegged it as his first uneventful night since becoming head boy, when he noticed the door to the potions classroom was slightly ajar. This wasn’t entirely unusual in itself, given Professor Sharp’s tendency to stay up late working, but instead of a warm glow of candlelight emanating from within, the room was almost pitch black.

Intrigued, Andrew pushed the door, wand raised just in case—he’d been on the receiving end of some nasty jinxes when catching students out of bed. A shuffle of footsteps halted him in his tracks, coming from the potions store room. This door was also open, though there was the distinctive hue of a Lumos charm spilling out of the crack.

“Professor Sharp?” he called.

“Shit!” The reply was quiet and muffled, preceding a smash of glass and the extinguishing of light.

“Who’s in here?” Andrew asked, casting his own charm to light the way and striding over to the storeroom. He shouldn’t have been surprised who greeted him when the door swung open, but the grin on his face was quite unexpected. “Garreth? What are you stealing this time?”

The redhead was standing in the middle of the room looking rather guilty, and Andrew couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his trousers. Not the kind he’d encountered on countless boys caught fraternising in the castle, but a suspiciously full pocket.

“I’m offended by the insinuation. I was just out for an evening stroll!”

Andrew cocked his head and gave him an exasperated look. “You can’t charm yourself out of this one.”

“Please, Andrew. I’ve already lost twenty house points this week and I’m not exactly in Sharp’s good books right now.”

“What else is new?”

Garreth gave him a look reminiscent of a wounded puffskein: head tilted down; green eyes wide and glittering; full lips turned into a pout… Andrew swallowed and dropped his wand to his side, hoping that Garreth wouldn’t catch the blush now crossing his cheeks. It really had been far too long since he’d had any action (never), but even Andrew had to admit that Garreth was devastatingly handsome, and had perhaps enjoyed the view of him bending over his cauldron once or twice (every single potions lesson).

“Fine, I won’t hand you in. You have to put back whatever you stole, though,” he said, pointedly looking at Garreth’s pocket, which was a mistake given his current condition. He almost groaned at the wand-lit curve of the boy's breeches.

“Really? I mean, I’m grateful…” Garreth pulled a handful of fwooper feathers out of his pocket and Andrew averted his gaze. “Got a soft spot for me?”

Garreth had clearly said it in jest, yet Andrew’s smile was somewhat awkward in return, his cheeks burning so hot he could have lit a candle on his skin. That damned freckled menace with his silky voice and bright smile might just be his downfall. 

“Do you?” Garreth persisted, abandoning the feathers on the table and stepping closer to Andrew. His tone was teasing yet his smile was earnest, the kind of smile that made Andrew want to admit to every lewd thought he’d ever had of him. 

“No, I’m just eager to finish my rounds and I don’t want to have to deal with the paperwork,” he muttered. He frowned and set his jaw, suddenly far too tense and far too aroused by the mere presence of Garreth.

“Merlin, you’re wound up. You work too hard, Andrew.”

“Yes, well, that does tend to happen when one is head boy,” he replied rather testily. 

Garreth stepped forward again, his gaze unnerving in its intensity. He seemed to be studying every inch of Andrew’s face. His nervous fingers twitched around his wand and the light extinguished quite unintentionally. 

“Garreth.”

Shit. It had meant to be a warning but had sounded like a…a whine. Andrew panicked, contemplated just running and leaving Garreth up to his mischief and hoped that Professor Sharp came back to a fully stocked storeroom come morning. He might have if his legs still worked.

When Garreth spoke, Andrew could hear the smile plastered on his face even if he could barely see it in the darkness. “I've always thought you were cute, you know.”

He felt Garreth's breath on his cheek and the warmth of his close proximity. Those calloused hands from hours of hard potion brewing were braced either side of Andrew, planted firmly on the rows of bottles and ingredients. He didn't dare think about what those dexterous fingers could achieve. Still, despite all the obvious signs, he wasn't prepared for the kiss. Garreth had aimed for his cheek but Andrew had turned at the last second and caught his lips, resulting in a sloppy sort of peck on his lower lip. Garreth chuckled and mortifyingly, pulled away. 

“Thanks for not ratting me out. I owe you.”

“No problem,” Andrew mumbled, his brain apparently reduced to mush. If he'd been able to think of anything but the feel of Garreth Weasley's lips and his cinnamon-scented skin, he might have taken fifty house points for having the gall to seduce the head boy. The fact of the matter was, Andrew was absolute putty in Garreth's hands. A fine job he was doing enforcing school rules, he thought bitterly.

Garreth hesitated just for a moment, as if  he too could sense the desperation radiating from Andrew's unbearably tense body. The opportunity had presented itself and Andrew took it, grabbing a fistful of fabric and pulling Garreth back towards him with unexpected force. Their lips found each other easily enough in the dim light, and Andrew opened his mouth at the first flick of tongue with a quiet moan that did nothing to assert his authority. Far from it, Andrew could have given Garreth a month's worth of detentions and he doubted the Gryffindor would have been deterred. If Andrew was hungry, Garreth seemed practically starving, all tongues and roaming hands. Garreth used his taller stature and a firm hold to manoeuvre Andrew away from the shelves until his thighs hit something hard behind him. He stumbled slightly, their lips still fused and tongues locked in an infinite caress. Fingers skimmed Andrew's hips and he shuddered, involuntarily arching his back in invitation. Garreth smiled against his mouth and hummed an approving sort of sound as his fingers found bare and heated skin. 

The air was stifling, Andrew's clothes so damn suffocating. His face, if he were visible, must have been a shade of red resembling a beetroot. Never had he been so thoroughly aroused and so completely willing to throw away every deeply-ingrained sense of propriety as when Garreth reached around to grab his arse, pulling their bodies flush to reveal the hardness of his erection against his own. Andrew just whimpered and contemplated begging as he threaded his fingers in the boy's copper mane. Unbidden, a thought of Garreth's warm and inviting mouth wrapped around his cock made him twitch in anticipation.

“You really are wound tight,” Garreth said, moving his tongue to Andrew's pulse, teeth grazing lightly down his neck. His hands were busily working to release Andrew from the confines of his breeches. He helped him along the way, a sudden rush of nerves halting his breath as his knuckles brushed Garreth's hard length. This was really happening, Andrew thought somewhat giddily. His first sexual encounter was to be with Garreth in the potions storeroom—how unexpected, and completely wondrous. Another groan rumbled through his chest as his breeches finally fell open and Garreth wasted no time wrapping his fingers around his impossibly hard cock.

“Fuck Andrew, you're big.”

“Am I?” he replied breathlessly. Merlin, he wouldn't last long if all Garreth had to do was squeeze to make him squirm.

Garreth laughed again and whispered a ‘yeah’ against his skin as he delved back against the crook of his neck. Andrew's head fell back, his eyes closing to the semi-darkness as he lost himself in the rhythmic stroking. Garreth's grip was firm and sure, simultaneously offering Andrew much-needed relief and winding him tighter than ever. Every tug built him up to explode in what he would assume would be a most spectacular fashion. His hips rocked almost mindlessly, vaguely aware of the sting of Garreth's mouth against his neck, the trailing hand up his stomach. Andrew was mumbling some nonsense that made the other boy groan and next thing he knew the heavy weight against his chest was gone and a rush of cool air startled him from his stupor.

“Wait, wha-?”

“Well you did ask so nicely,” Garreth replied from somewhere on the floor. 

Apparently whatever he'd said had prompted Garreth to drop to his knees and without much warning, Andrew ascended to heaven. Wetness and blissful warmth enveloped him, just the tip at first with a teasing swipe of tongue that made him dizzy. He rolled his hips, seeking more, and Garreth took him all with an ear-splitting moan that had Andrew holding onto his hair for dear life. It took all his waning self control not to hold him in place, not to give into the temptation to thrust deep into his throat. Nothing had ever felt so good as Garreth's mouth; so often used to charm and joke in such a genial manner, it was hard to believe it being used in such a downright obscene way. Not to mention that tongue, currently swirling over his head like he was enjoying an Andrew-flavoured lollipop. For the first time since extinguishing his wand, Andrew wished he could see, just to admire the redhead’s lips wrapped around him for a second or two.

“Garreth…”

“Mmm…yeah?”

“So good,” Andrew sighed mindlessly.

The chuckle Garreth made vibrated through Andrew's cock and his fingers entwined in those luscious curls even deeper. Garreth moaned and Andrew tugged again, eliciting the same response. The realisation dawned that he liked being manhandled in such a way, hitting Andrew like a stampeding graphorn and damn near had him spilling into Garreth's mouth. He was standing on a precipice, before him an abyss that beckoned every fibre of his being. He could let himself fall, be consumed by that blissful oblivion, or he could turn and run. The latter might have been more sensible, given that he'd have to look Garreth in the face at some point over the subsequent days. The Gryffindor busy sucking him off apparently had other ideas.

“You can come in my mouth, you know.”

Andrew was stunned into silence by the way Garreth suggested that so blithely before returning the suction to his cock. There was no stopping the dizzying tightening in his abdomen as he reached his climax. Andrew succumbed to the inevitable with a cry and a tug of hair, his hot release exploding into Garreth's waiting mouth. Breathless, he rocked his hips in time to the pulses from his cock, the lips enveloping him keeping a tight seal until every last drop was spent. Andrew's arm was shaking from the force of his orgasm when he delved into his pocket to retrieve his wand. “L-Lumos.”

The room was cast into a steady white light, harsh shadows gathering from the obstruction of their bodies. Now he could finally see Garreth, knelt before him with fingers still curled around Andrew's length. He looked…sublime, quite frankly, despite or perhaps because of how dishevelled his hair now was, copper strands falling haphazardly over his forehead. His glistening lips struck Andrew as completely obscene, knowing that he'd been licking Andrew's spend from them only moments before. Garreth looked up at him with a smile and he thought he saw hunger in those mossy eyes. Heart still pounding, Andrew watched keenly as Garreth straightened up to full height—a couple of inches that felt like a whole foot more than Andrew—and pressed his lips on his. The insistent nudge of Garreth's erection brought Andrew's thoughts back into focus, and nerves almost threatened to overwhelm him. Garreth kissed him gently, though he felt an urgency simmering just below the surface in the twitch of his muscles and shuddering breaths—the next thing he knew, his hand had been guided to the stiff length straining against Garreth's trousers.

“It's just like touching yourself,” Garreth muttered against his lips, unbuttoning himself until there was nothing between them—the hot press of their lower bodies and subtle scent of musk flooded Andrew's senses. Andrew nodded, but he was nothing like him, really. Garreth was thicker, heavier, with a smattering of freckles covering his shaft that made Andrew salivate. His fingers wrapped firmly around the girth and Andrew began stroking slowly just as he would himself, his eyes on Garreth's face and attuned to every expression.

“Yes…faster…,” Garreth sighed.

Andrew picked up the pace, concentrating hard on the angle, the pressure, the rhythm. He knew he'd hit that sweet spot when Garreth's eyes rolled back into his head. Watching him lose himself by Andrew's hand whilst moaning softly into his mouth was exhilarating. What little remained of Garreth's composure shattered when Andrew began kissing his neck, using his teeth and sucking the skin just as Garreth had done to him. Even his skin tasted good, as if he'd bathed in spices. As soon as Andrew thought to himself that he didn't want this to end, it had, with a spurt of warmth over his hand and Garreth moaning his name. Shadows danced around the room as Andrew's wand hand shook with excess adrenaline and his head collapsed onto Garreth's shoulder. Then the panic set in.

“Fuck.”

“I didn't expect that sort of language from you,” Garreth chuckled. ”It was fantastic though, wasn't it?”

“No. I mean yes, but I need to get back on patrol.”

“Right, your uh…head boy duties. Shame.”

The two cleaned up and dressed in silence; not awkward, but comfortably hazy and content. Once they'd attempted to fix one another's hair, Andrew hastily turned to escape out of the door, hoping that nobody had noticed his absence. He hesitated at the handle, the brass cooling his sweaty palms as he tried to form a coherent sentence.

“You won't tell anyone, will you?” Andrew asked, turning to Garreth.

“Of course not. And you won't tell anyone that I was here?”

“I won't, just this one time.”

“If, hypothetically, you were to catch me here again, what would you do?” Garreth asked, smiling.

“Goodnight, Garreth.” Andrew chuckled and left the room, straightening his robes. He made it out into the corridor before his face broke into a bright grin.

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Andrew had been worried that being in Garreth's vicinity would be unbearably awkward after what they'd done, but apart from the redhead tossing him a cheeky wink whenever he walked by, he was his usual cheery self, and didn't seem to avoid Andrew at all. If anything, they talked more often now. Andrew himself felt more comfortable, less awkwardly in-awe of the handsome Gryffindor, and dare he say he'd adopted a kind of quiet confidence in the days afterward. Garreth had thoroughly succeeded in unwinding him, or as Everett so colourfully put it, Andrew had ‘lost the stick up his arse’. 

For all Garreth's loudness, his garrulous manner, he'd been perfectly quiet about their little tryst just as he'd promised. Andrew was eternally grateful, of course; he couldn't fathom how furiously he'd be stripped of his title if Professor Weasley found out he'd been fondling her nephew in the potions storeroom. Strangely, Andrew didn't regret a single minute of what had transpired, rule breaking and all.

After their shared Charms lesson the following week, Andrew found Garreth jotting in his journal outside the classroom, satchel slung over his shoulder and leaning against a wall in his usual effortlessly handsome way. It seemed like a good a time as any for Andrew to muster the courage to give him the parcel stuffed in his robe pocket.

“Garreth?”

“Hm? Oh, hello Andrew!” Tucking his journal away, Garreth gave Andrew his full attention.

“I've got something for you,” Andrew said, holding the nondescript brown parcel out for him.

“What's this?” He ripped over the packaging right in front of Andrew, revealing a riot of pink and purple tufts. “Fwooper feathers?” Garreth smiled his bright and genuine smile, and Andrew was glad he'd spent a good few galleons on the lot.

“For your discretion.”

“You're paying me?”

“No!” Andrew gasped, paling.

“I'm joking,” Garreth laughed, placing a warm hand on his arm. “Thanks, Andrew. I'd never tell anyone, you know.”

Still recovering from the shock, Andrew smiled and turned to leave, but Garreth's hand was still firmly planted on his bicep.

“Hey, want to grab a drink at The Three Broomsticks?” the Gryffindor blurted out.

“Like a…” A date? Andrew wondered.

“Doesn't have to be, but yes.”

Andrew almost toppled over at the unexpected invitation. He'd never intended or expected for what had happened that night to lead to something more. Truthfully he'd hoped, but Garreth seemed content with various casual encounters; his conquests were no secret around the castle. Maybe Andrew had made more of an impression on him than he'd thought.

“I'd prefer a cup of tea at Steeply’s if it's all the same to you. I've never had a taste for butterbeer,” Andrew admitted.

“Really? Well then I retract the offer.”

Andrew smiled and shook his head. “Saturday?”

“See you on Saturday, if you don't catch me out of bounds before then.”

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

May we get some HC of jataka (record of Ragnarok) He needs more love and I hardly see anything for him

I really liked him in the show, too, so this is great<3!

Jataka x GN!Reader || Headcanons || SFW&NSFW || CW for mentions of cum eating, dry humping, overstimulation, oral (receiving), and messy makeouts. Of course, not proofread.

All he wanted was to be do something to make himself happy. To be... selfish, for once. So...

He's shameless about keeping you all to himself. He understands you can't just sit in the house with him all day, cuddled up, kissing or watching movies or doing things, but... that doesn't mean he can't be upset about it.

Ecstatic when you surprise him with things. Gifts, dates, kisses, hugs. Big or small, his heart soars when you do anything for him, as he's so used to being the one doing stuff for people.

Similarly, he loves doing things for you. Unlike his kingly duties, he doesn't feel a crushing pressure to succeed with you. If he fucks up, it won't be a stain on his reputation, nor will it constantly be used against him in the future. You'll make the most of it together.

Big cuddler. Can't decide between little and big spoon, so you guys take turns. He's a big guy, and if you're smaller than him, he's smiling partially because he finds the way you cling to his back adorable. And if you're bigger, it's partially because he's quickly becoming obsessed with the feeling of being smothered in your arms.

Also loves to face you during cuddles. Loves loves loves the heated eye contact you two make when in that position.

Nsfw

Head God. He'd kiss your sex all day if you'd let him. Trying to call him on his bluff, you let him. Short story shorter, he wasn't bluffing at all.

Big on making out. Especially sloppy ones, where you're sucking each other's teeth and tongue, with strands of saliva connecting your mouths. Panting and flustered to the point where you can only blindly tear at each other's clothes. Yeah, those ones.

He discovered he liked dry humping when you grinded on him in your sleep. He'd been to scared to act then, and sat in bed with a boner for hours. But in the morning, you were more than happy to hump him through your clothes. As you rocked against him, you'd watch as his eyes widened, breathe lost on a sharp exhale. He'd grip at whatever was around as he lost control over his voice, whimpers and moans spilling out loudly as you brought him to climax.

Cum eating. That's it that's the tweet-

But no, really. As king, there was surely lots of pressure to produce a heir. Swallowing it makes him feel like he's rebelling a bit, taking back control of his own life.

And maybe, just maybe, he really likes the taste of your cum.

Overstim him. Make him feel everything, all at once, for as long as you want. He wants to see stars; to feel his legs give out and babble nonsense because you fucked the thoughts from his head. Fuck him till he's shooting blanks, then keep going. Only when he can't find the strength to arch his back when he cums anymore should you stop.

[call-sign-jinx]

Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 5

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

Main Masterlist Bradley ”Rooster” Bradshaw Masterlist

a/n - hi girlies! sorry that i haven't been posting a lot i got writers block 💀💀💀 anyways, enjoy!! xx

I've finally come back to Top Gun, Mav caught me up luckily. Somehow he pulled some strings with Cyclone to let me stay here. I'm glad me and Mav sorted everything out. I still haven't spoken to my mum yet... It's been 3 weeks since she visited me at the hospital.

It's been kinda quiet since me and Bradshaw decided to stop the whole "rivalry" thing. Minus for the arguments between Bradshaw and Bagman. It's been nice in all honesty. Except for when Bradshaw tried to throw a right hook at Bagman. Fanboy stopped him before he could make contact. It didn't end too badly. They just death stared each other then walked separate ways.

Bradshaw was late to the briefing this morning so the only chair left was next to me. Great, although we're civil, I hate having to deal with his fucking manspreading. It's so annoying.

Bradshaw walked up to the table I was at and sat down. I was shocked to feel that his leg wasn't rammed against mine. I looked down and saw that he had stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles. I quickly give him a look then begin to focus on the briefing.

"Shocked to see how little of an annoyance I can be when we're not arguing?" I rolled my eyes with a smirk as I tried to focus on the briefing. "Everyone's going to the Hard Deck tonight, you wanna join?" I turned to look at Bradshaw, my eyes narrowing, smirk still apparent on my face.

"Bradley Bradshaw, is inviting little old me to drink with you and the others?" I place my hand on my chest. Bradshaw is the one to roll his eyes now. "I'd love to. As long as you don't sing Great Balls of Fire."

"Now that is pushing it sweetheart. there must be a compromise we can come to." he has desperation in his voice, with a little bit of humour.

"You can sing it once then. No girl on your lap or at your side cause that is just fucking tacky." I chuckle as I try to multi-task and listen to what Mav is saying. I'm partly failing.

"Is that your way of saying you're jealous? I'm flattered sweetheart, but British isn't my type. Neither is hot-headed." His tone was all but flirtatious. Maybe I should've just continued to argue with him, because the flirty tone he's using is grating. Like, it sounds nice but really weird at the same time because he's never used that tone with me.

"Absolutely not, never. Just because we're civil now does not mean I'm going to have feelings for you. And girls sitting on your lap or basically grinding against you while you sing Great Balls of Fire is the cringiest and most disturbing thing to even look at for a second. So no, I am not jealous. And FYI I don't go for your type either." I cross my arms as I finish the conversation and bring all my focus back onto Mav, who keeps sending me knowing glances which I send away with eye rolls.

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Today was stressful. Very stressful. Stressful enough to need a straight double whiskey when I get to the Hard Deck. You wanna know why today was stressful?

Firstly, I was paired with Hangman. Which is annoying as it is but he thought he led the whole thing when it was a team building exercise. And he kept ordering me which got us "killed" by Mav.

Second, my flight suit had a stain on it so I had to try and get it washed after the training exercise. It didn't come out, so I'm going to order a new one.

Third, Bradshaw could not stop with the flirty comments. It was so aggravating. I wish we were still arguing cause he was actually less annoying than this.

And lastly, Mav kept pulling me to the side and asking if me and Bradshaw were a thing. Oh my days! Absolutely not! Never in a million fucking years would I date Bradshaw of all people! I'd date Hangman before Bradshaw. Actually no. I would not. I have too much self respect.

When I got home, I took a hot shower. It was fucking amazing after the day I've had. After I got out of the shower, I dried my hair, did my skincare routine, put some makeup on, and now it's time to decide what to wear. It was between a nice dress Phoenix told me to wear or my tight black shirt with some nice-fitting jeans. I asked Phoenix and she told me to wear the dress, obviously. But only if she wore one too. Not being the only one wearing a dress.

It was a short black dress with criss-crossing straps and a slit on the right leg that goes up to my hip. It was really nice, I've just haven't gotten to wearing it yet.

I quickly put the dress on because I was running late. I grabbed my purse, car keys and vape before going out and locking the door.

The ride to the Hard Deck wasn't too long because I could afford a closer one when I moved here. I parked my car, locked it, then headed to the door of the Hard Deck. Phoenix was outside waiting for me.

When I tell you the whole bar went quiet when they saw me and Phoenix, it would be an understatement. Maybe it was because we were in civvy clothes? But we headed to our group and all the boys eyes were wider than golf balls.

"What's with the eyes? It's not like we're naked is it?" I said, eyes darting between all the lads. They were shocked.

"Y/N, I think it's cause you're wearing that short dress, they've never seen as much skin on you before." Phoenix giggled before dragging me to the bar.

"Hey Penny, two double whiskeys please." Phoenix asks Penny with a smile. As I look around, I see a man. He's tall, blonde hair, greenish-blue eyes, and he's staring at me. I recognise him from somewhere. It's Thomas! I didn't think he'd be here tonight. He said he was going to go home in England for a bit to see his family.

"Thomas?! I thought you went back to England for a few weeks! What yer doing 'ere?" I walked up to him and hugged him, shocked that he was in San Diego but especially in the bar I usually go to.

"Thought yer could use some company, but guess you're already set aren't yer?" He chuckled as he looked to Phoenix then in a different direction, all the lads were death staring Thomas.

"Yeah, guess so. Want a drink? Me and Phoenix just ordered double whiskies." I guided him over to the bar where me and Phoenix originally stood.

"Go on then, one can't hurt." He ordered himself a double whiskey and paid for mine and Phoenix's as well.

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We've been at the Hard Deck for a few hours and I'm quite drunk, drunk enough to not be able to drive. Which is great, cause I want to go home.

Phoenix and I have been dancing to The Weeknd, Mac Demarco, ABBA, Jerry Lee Lewis (because Bradshaw sang it, yet again), and some other singers that I'm too drunk to remember.

Me and Phoenix are currently dancing to Great Balls of Fire, as per requested to play again by Bradshaw. Him and that fucking song. It's like he's married to it. Or he can't breathe if it's not playing.

As we're dancing, I feel someone come up behind me. I turned to see who it was and it was just a stranger. He had his hands on my hips and began to basically grind into my arse. the fuck?

"Erm, can you not do that mate?" I stepped away from him, closer to Phoenix. He had this strange look on his face. It made me really uncomfortable.

"Come on babe, just wanna dance with you." His smile was sloppy and sadistic in a way. Gave me the shivers. Not the good kind.

"Well I don't wanna dance with you. So fuck off. Freak." I rolled my eyes then turned to Phoenix with an awkward smile.

"Don't call me a fucking freak you bitch!" He grabbed my arm and yanked me closer to him, his breath stunk of cigarettes and Bourbon. I always hated that smell.

"Get the fuck off of me you prick!" I grabbed his elbow and dug into it with my fingers which made his grip loosen, then I kicked the back of his knee which got him to the floor.

"Touch me again and we will have a serious problem, got it?" He nodded in answer, fear and anger in his face. "Get the fuck out of this bar." He got up and walked straight out, the whole bar giving him death stares as he leaves.

As soon as the door closes Bob comes over to us, weaving through the crowd with a worried look on his face.

"You okay Vandal?" He looked at me with worry and sympathy. I nodded my head yes.

"I'm fine Bob, he was just a prick who should listen to people. Taught him a lesson, hopefully he'll learn from that." I rolled my eyes as I took a sip of my whiskey. "Surprised I can still do that, I'm fucking leathered." I chuckle as I begin to dance again.

Bob nodded with a small smile then went back to the others. Me and Phoenix continued dancing until she had to go home cause her friend said her dog needed to be taken to the vet. So I was left to hang out with the lads.

"Hey Vandal, you alright? You look really bad." I place my hand on my heart and mock offense.

"Wow Bagman, I cannot believe you could say that. To me of all people. I look fucking fabulous you rat." I giggle as Bradshaw laughs. He'd laugh at anything that insulted Hangman so I'm not surprised.

"Seriously though Y/L/N, you look unwell. How much have you had to drink?" Bradshaw had genuine concern in his voice. I also did not know how much I drank.

"Fuck knows, wanted to have a fun time. I was, till Nat had to go home cause her dog is sick. I really hope her dog's okay. Do you think it'll die?" Just as I finished my sentence, Thomas came next to me and placed his hand on my waist.

"Come on Y/N, let's get you home." He began to lead me out until I felt his hand go lower. Last time I checked, he had a fucking girlfriend.

"One, I ain't going home right now. And two, get your hand off my arse cause I specifically remember you have a fucking girlfriend." i poked his chest in annoyance because his girlfriend is super nice, and pretty. Like drop dead gorgeous. And she treats him so fucking well as well.

"Yes you are going home, yer leathered. And she doesn't have to know if anything happens, can just be between you and me babe." That's it. Absolutely not. Not a fucking cat in hells chance.

"Right, you are a piece of shit for that. I ain't going home and I'm moving out. And I'm telling your fucking girlfriend how much of a shit person you are." Thomas laughed, I knew he could be a dick sometimes but this is just too far.

"Come on Y/N. Firstly, where would you even move to? You don't make enough money for even a small shitty apartment. And second, she won't believe you." Shit, she wouldn't. She's literally head over heels in love with him.

"She will." A voice said behind me, I turned to see that it was Bradshaw. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"And why's that? She's practically wrapped around my little finger." My face contorts to disgust. Jesus, how did it take me this long to realise he is a complete and utter twat?

"Because in Y/N's bag, is my phone, and it's recording. So she will believe Y/N, because there's proof." All the colour drains from Thomas' face.

"So you best fucking leave now. And I'm getting all my shit in the morning." I look at him with anger an disgust, how could he even think about doing that to such a caring and beautiful girl?

Thomas walked out immediately, slammed the door to the bar on his way out. That's when realisation hit me, I'm now homeless.

"Shit... where am I gonna stay? He is right that I can't afford to live anywhere... Maybe Mav could let me stay with him?" I turn to Bradshaw and he looks like he's just got an idea.

"You can stay with me, until you get enough money for an apartment." Although I was very drunk, that sobered me up quite a lot. Bradshaw was offering to let me stay at his place? I mean, we are civil now, but letting me stay at his home? Jesus, he must really mean it about feeling bad about arguing and the crash.

"Are you sure? Because that's a big thing to offer Bradshaw." I looked at him, unsure myself. But why was Bradshaw offering this? Was it out of guilt? Sympathy?

"Yes. You don't have anywhere to stay. Fanboy only has one room and his couch is fucking uncomfortable. Coyote and Hangman most likely don't want to live with you. Payback lives with his girlfriend. And Bob and Phoenix live with Phoenix's mom. And Mav will probably hate you living with him because he won't be able to have any alone time with the ladies he brings home. So I'm the only viable option." Damn. He must have put lot into this for him to just come up with all that.

“Are you 100% sure that you want to do this? Cause I can just find some place to live I don’t wanna intrude init.” I look at him with concern and uncertainty in my voice.

"Yes of course, helping out a friend, init." He faked a British accent as he said "init", I giggled at him as he pulled a face as well.

"Right okay, thank you so much you don't know how much this means to me..." I have a thankful look on my face. "Please could you come with me to pick my stuff up tomorrow? I don't want to go on my own." He nodded yes. "Thank you..."

"Right, let's get you home. You're so fucking drunk." He chuckled as he guided me out of the Hard Deck with his arm round my shoulder.

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As we got to his house, I began to search the outside. It was quite nice.

We both went inside, Bradshaw helped me as I was stumbling everywhere. He guided me to the spare room and placed me on the bed.

"Goodnight sweetheart." Bradshaw muttered as he got to the door.

"Goodnight Bradshawwwww." I said before quite literally passing out as my head hit the pillow.