#simon-writes-harry

[thelostmagicians]

Shield of a Heart | Harry Styles: Part I

The Assignment

Series Masterlist

Summary: You’re Harry Styles’s personal bodyguard [3.4k]

Fluff, comfort, angst, panic attack, security risks

♡

The scent of fresh coffee and polished wood lingered in Jeff’s office, blending with the faint aroma of cologne. The morning sun filtered through the half-open blinds, casting slanted golden lines across the desk where Harry sat, fingers idly drumming against the surface. He had heard this conversation before. The ticking of the clock seemed louder than usual, a reminder that time was never on their side.

"H, I know you hate the idea of constant security," Jeff said, his tone serious. "But we can’t ignore what’s been happening. The crowd outside the hotel last week? The guy who jumped the barricade at your show? It’s getting worse."

Harry exhaled sharply, running a hand through his curls, his gaze unfocused. "I don’t want to be that celebrity, Jeff. The one who walks around with an entourage, who has security pushing people away like they’re some kind of plague. I like interacting with fans. I don’t want to build walls around myself."

Jeff sighed, rubbing his temples, his face lined with frustration. "Then we find a way to make it low-key. I hired someone from an agency that specializes in undercover security. No obvious muscle, no uniforms, just someone watching your back without making it obvious."

Harry arched a brow, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Sounds expensive."

"Worth every penny. You’ll barely notice her."

Before Harry could argue further, a knock at the door interrupted them. Jeff stood and opened it, revealing you—dressed in a sleek yet practical outfit: dark jeans, a fitted black jacket, and boots sturdy enough for function yet stylish enough to blend in. Your posture was confident, poised, and alert, projecting a quiet authority that immediately commanded attention.

Harry’s lips parted slightly, the surprise evident in his eyes. He had been expecting someone completely different.

Jeff cleared his throat, his expression apologetic. "Harry, meet your new bodyguard."

There was a beat of silence as Harry and Jeff exchanged a quick glance of surprise.

You smirked slightly, though you kept your posture professional. "Let me guess—you two were expecting someone different?"

Jeff opened his mouth to deny it, but Harry’s expression gave them both away.

"A bit," Harry admitted, his voice laced with humor. "Not in a bad way, just... surprised."

"It’s okay," you replied with a shrug, your tone light. "Happens all the time. People see me and assume I’m a PR manager or an assistant. Maybe even a stunt double on a good day. But I assure you, I’m more than qualified to keep you safe."

Jeff leaned forward, a mix of pride and reassurance in his voice. "She comes highly recommended, top of her class. Trained in multiple combat techniques, counter-surveillance, defensive driving—you name it."

Harry hesitated before shaking your hand. "Right. Of course. I appreciate you doing this."

"It’s my job," you said simply, gripping his hand firmly, your touch brief but firm. "And I take it seriously. I’ll be shadowing you from now on. I won’t interfere with your day-to-day life unless I deem it necessary for your safety."

Jeff let out a breath of relief. "Alright. You start tomorrow."

As you left the office, you could feel Harry's eyes following you, still assessing, still deciding how he felt about the arrangement. You had a feeling this wasn't going to be an easy job, but you were used to challenges.

—

The next morning, you arrived early, determined to start taking action. You wanted to make the house feel like a safe space for Harry, not one that reminded him he was constantly under threat. As you entered, Harry’s house was still quiet, but you could hear the faint hum of a coffee machine in the kitchen. Harry’s team had already started arriving, but they barely noticed you as you moved with purpose. You couldn’t afford distractions.

The first thing you did was walk the perimeter of the house. The gates were solid, but outdated. You noted the number of hidden spots that weren’t covered by security cameras. There was an entrance to the side of the house that led to a narrow alley, and another hidden behind a tall garden wall. You couldn’t trust that nothing could slip by unnoticed.

You took mental notes—doorways, windows, gates, and even the trees that created shadows by the fence. No blind spots could go unaccounted for. After another quick call, you arranged for a full security system update.

By noon, new security cameras were being installed. You had chosen ones with facial recognition, ensuring that only those Harry authorized would be able to get past the front gate. Each camera was strategically placed in spots Harry didn’t even think to look. One was on top of the high garden wall, offering a bird's-eye view of anyone who came too close. Another was hidden behind a small decorative tree in the yard, monitoring the back door.

The most important change, however, came at the gate. You had noticed the gate code was easy to remember, but anyone who had once had access to it could still get in if they tried. The security team replaced the old keypad with a biometric scanner—fingerprint and face recognition—making it nearly impossible for anyone other than Harry or trusted personnel to gain entry. It was a decision made in the best interest of both privacy and safety.

Later in the day, as Harry returned home from a brief meeting, you watched him pull into the driveway. He came to a stop, giving you a quizzical look as he noticed the new setup.

"Okay, this is new," Harry said as he got out of the car, motioning toward the new camera at the gate and the biometric scanner you had installed. He raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t think I’d need to scan my face just to get into my own house."

You smiled coolly. "Better safe than sorry. You never know who might have access to your old codes. This is the next level of protection."

Harry paused, eyeing the scanner, and you could almost see the wheels turning in his head. You weren’t just a bodyguard anymore. You were someone who understood how to keep him safe. His face softened slightly, but there was still a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

“I don’t know how I feel about all of this," Harry said, clearly uncomfortable with the changes. "It feels a little... extreme.”

You could sense his resistance, but you had expected this. "The changes are necessary, Harry," you said gently. "And it’s all for your safety. Trust me, it’ll feel like second nature soon enough."

You stepped away, watching him for a moment, before giving him some space. You knew Harry wasn’t the type to embrace change quickly, especially when it came to his personal life. But the new measures weren’t negotiable, and you couldn’t afford to back down.

—

That evening, after a brief rundown of your expectations, Harry seemed to nod along, seemingly compliant. However, as soon as he left Jeff’s office, you noticed his quick pace and sharp turns. You felt a shift in the air—the subtle challenge of Harry trying to lose you. He walked quickly, turning corners sharply, hoping you'd fall behind.

But you didn’t. You kept pace, your eyes scanning the area with precision, anticipating his every move. He stopped by a coffee shop, ordering something he didn’t even want, just to see if you’d relax your guard. You didn’t. By the time he reached his car, you were already standing beside it, waiting for him.

Harry sighed, shaking his head with a small, reluctant smirk. "Alright, I get it. You’re good."

"You should’ve figured that out when they hired me," you replied evenly, opening the door for him. He slid in, still watching you with mild curiosity, his eyes darting over your face as if trying to piece together the enigma that was you.

You didn’t talk much during the ride, but every so often, you could feel his gaze flicking toward you, studying you in his own quiet way. He wasn’t convinced yet, but he was starting to accept that you weren’t going anywhere.

—

After you dropped Harry off, you headed back to the office to wrap up the day’s tasks. Just as you were about to leave, Jeff caught up to you in the hallway. His expression was serious, a far cry from the casual confidence he usually carried.

"Look, I know this is only your first day, but I just wanted to give you a heads-up," Jeff said, lowering his voice. "Harry’s stubborn, and he’s not going to make this easy. He’ll try to shake you, test your limits. He doesn’t believe he needs this level of protection, and he’ll resist at every turn."

You nodded, already anticipating the challenge. "I can handle it. I’ve dealt with difficult clients before."

Jeff glanced at you, his eyes softening just slightly. "It’s not just that," he continued. "Harry doesn’t just push back because he’s stubborn. He won’t admit when he needs help, especially when it comes to anything related to his safety. He’ll act like he’s fine, even when he’s not. Just… be patient with him. This is going to take time."

You absorbed his words carefully, already starting to form a strategy in your mind. This job wasn’t just about physical protection; it was about navigating Harry’s emotional landscape, too. "I’ll keep that in mind."

Jeff sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Just don’t back down. He might push you, but that’s just how he is. You’re doing good, though. I can see it."

You offered him a small, confident smile. "Thanks. I won’t let you down."

—

The following morning, after a restless night of monitoring security systems and reviewing the updated perimeter, you decided it was time to establish some ground rules. As you entered Harry’s house early, you noticed he was still in his pajamas, a mug of coffee in hand as he browsed through his phone. His hair was messy, and his usual polished aura was absent. He didn’t look up as you approached, but you knew this conversation was inevitable.

"No unannounced outings," you said firmly, your voice cutting through the morning air. "If you’re leaving the house, I need to know ahead of time. If you’re meeting someone, I vet them first. No exceptions."

Harry scoffed, slumping back in his chair as if the weight of the world had suddenly been placed on his shoulders. "You want to approve my dates now, too?"

You met his gaze without flinching. "If your date is a security risk, yes."

Mitch, one of Harry’s closest friends and bandmate, smirked from across the table. "She’s got you there, mate."

The room was filled with Harry’s band and team, all gathered together. Mitch and Sarah were there, along with Jeff, who had accompanied you to the house early that morning. Sarah stayed mostly quiet, watching the interaction with interest, while Mitch, as always, was ready with a teasing comment. Jeff, however, stood firmly on your side. He knew the importance of what you were doing and had already helped arrange the meeting. His presence was a reminder that this wasn’t just about you and Harry—it was about Harry’s safety, and Jeff understood that.

"I called everyone in this morning to go over some new ground rules," you continued, setting a folder of documents down in front of Harry. "This isn’t just about you, Harry. This is about your team too. It’s important that everyone is on the same page, especially when it comes to security."

Harry raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond immediately, still holding onto his coffee mug. Mitch, noticing the tension, leaned back in his chair, making a show of stretching. "Alright, boss," Mitch said with a playful grin. "What’s the first rule? Can we still sneak out for late-night gigs without her tracking us down?"

You shot Mitch a look, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Mitch, you’re not a teenager anymore. If there’s something important you want to do, you let me know first. No more spontaneous plans. You know I need to vet it. Same goes for all of you. It’s for your safety and Harry’s."

Jeff, who had been quietly watching, finally spoke up, his voice calm but assertive. "Mitch, she's right. We can’t afford to take any chances anymore. If we’re going to do this right, everyone’s got to be on board with the rules. For Harry’s safety and all of ours."

Harry muttered something under his breath but didn’t argue. He toyed with a bracelet on his wrist, his fingers absentmindedly twirling it, clearly irritated by the restriction. You could tell the added pressure was building. It wasn’t just the rules—it was the idea of being watched, the feeling of someone else controlling parts of his life.

But you had to be firm. He needed structure, even if he didn’t want it. And it was your job to make sure he understood that these boundaries were for his own good. You had to pick your battles carefully, but you couldn’t back down now.

"Look, I get it," you added, noticing the strain on his face. "You don’t want to feel like you’re being treated like a child. But I’m not here to ruin your life, Harry. I’m here to make sure you stay safe. That means I need to know where you are, who you’re with, and if anything goes off track. You may not like it, but it’s non-negotiable."

The room was silent for a moment, the weight of your words sinking in. Sarah, always the mediator, glanced between Harry and you. She didn’t speak up, but you could tell she was trying to gauge the situation. Jeff, on the other hand, nodded in approval.

"This is exactly why we need to stay organized," Jeff added. "We’ve all seen the risks. It's better to be proactive than reactive. It might seem over the top now, but trust me—it’ll pay off."

Harry’s eyes flashed with mild frustration, but he didn’t speak up. The rules were getting stricter, and though you could tell he wasn’t thrilled, you weren’t about to bend. His life wasn’t just his own anymore—it was part of a much larger, more complex world now, and everything had to be accounted for. This wasn’t just about protecting him from the outside world. It was about making sure nothing slipped through the cracks.

You turned back to Harry, who was still fidgeting with his bracelet, seemingly lost in thought. "I’ll be reviewing all of your appointments and travel schedules. No more impromptu decisions. If there’s anything outside of the ordinary, you’re to clear it with me first. This includes interviews, public events, and meetings with anyone who isn’t part of your team."

Mitch, always ready to throw in his playful commentary, grinned. "So, does that mean you’ll be approving my plans too, or are you going to let me live a little?"

You gave him a deadpan stare. "If your plans involve a security risk, Mitch, then yes. I’ll be reviewing them."

Mitch raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I see how this is going."

Harry let out a frustrated sigh but didn’t argue further. His team wasn’t exactly hostile, but there was a clear air of tension. They were used to having more autonomy, and now they were all adjusting to the fact that you were calling the shots when it came to security.

As the meeting wrapped up, you found another chance to add more rules. "I’m going to be implementing a detailed daily check-in. If you’re going anywhere, I want to know your exact plans for the day. That means no unplanned stops, no sudden changes of heart. Everything is to be accounted for."

Harry slumped further into his chair, running his hand through his hair. "Fine," he muttered, clearly exhausted from the conversation. "But this better not become a habit."

You leaned in slightly, your voice calm but firm. "It will, for your safety. And we both know this isn’t just a ‘habit.’ It’s necessary."

Harry nodded stiffly, his posture still tense, but you could see a flicker of acceptance in his eyes. There was a silent understanding growing between you two—a recognition that this arrangement wasn’t ideal, but it was the only way forward.

You gave him a small, knowing smile. "I know you’re not used to this, but in the long run, it’ll make things easier for both of us."

Harry nodded stiffly, but his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary. There was something unspoken between you now, a mutual understanding. He might have fought the rules at first, but you had a feeling he was beginning to see the logic behind them.

Mitch shot Harry a teasing smile. "Looks like she’s got you on lockdown now, mate."

Harry rolled his eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. He was adjusting, even if it wasn’t easy. And as for you, you knew this was only the beginning. Building trust took time, but you were willing to work for it. The rules you were setting were necessary. And despite his initial resistance, Harry was starting to realize that he needed them.

—

The next few days passed without incident, but you stayed vigilant, constantly assessing Harry’s routines and the security setup. You knew that with a celebrity like him, the danger wasn’t always obvious, and there would be moments when he’d try to slip through the cracks. He was stubborn, determined, but you had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time he tested you.

That night, after another late evening of monitoring Harry’s schedule, you retired to the security room once more. You pulled up a map of Harry’s estate, overlaying it with your notes. Every camera feed was up on the screen, every exit was accounted for, and you had finally established a solid perimeter.

As you closed the laptop, your gaze lingered on the footage of Harry smiling in front of the cameras, pushing through the crowd for his fans. The image on the screen didn’t capture the subtle tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes always darted around when he was surrounded.

You’d noticed it before, but now you understood it better. Harry wasn’t just worried about his fans. He was worried about the cracks that formed around him—the way people expected him to be perfect, the endless demands for a version of himself that could never be entirely real. The pressure was immense. Behind that charming smile, behind the carefully curated persona, was a man who wasn’t sure where the public’s love for him ended and where his own fear began. People wanted to be close to him, to see the man behind the legend, but the truth was, they didn’t always know what to do with the raw, unguarded version of Harry. The one who, when the cameras were off, sometimes felt like he was drowning in his own image.

You understood it now—the anxiety that haunted him, the cracks that formed around his confidence. It wasn’t just about the crowds or the pressure to always be "on." It was the constant battle of being vulnerable in a world that only ever seemed to want the version of him that smiled on stage, not the person who carried the weight of his own flaws, fears, and humanity.

Your job wasn’t just about protecting him from the outside world. It was about protecting him from his own vulnerability, making sure that he wasn’t consumed by the relentless expectations placed on him.

As you sat there in the dim glow of the monitors, you couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take before Harry truly accepted the help he needed. He had always kept his guard up, never fully letting anyone in. You had learned that much about him already. But you had to admit, there was a subtle shift in the way he relied on your presence. Even if he didn’t admit it, he was beginning to let you in, piece by piece.

You leaned back in your chair, taking a breath. You had your work cut out for you, but it was the job you had taken, and you were determined to make sure Harry never had to face the world alone.

The stakes were higher than just his safety now—he was at a crossroads, and so were you. But if there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that this journey would change both of you in ways you couldn’t yet predict.

[miryum]

does anyone else get, like, jealous when a fictional character dates or has a crush on another character?

... no? just me?

[animasola86]

SMUT DRABBLES*: Toy

A/N: Another snippet of a smut scene, *a little more than a drabble, but oh well, it kept evolving. Again, you can imagine any character here! This time, we have some oral sex, deepthroating, masturbation, edging and a little dom/sub dynamic.

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! // WORDS: 689 // AO3

He's given her a toy to practice with.

It's big, looks like his cock, can be suctioned to surfaces. It's intimidating.

She's kneeling in front of it, imagines she's sitting between his legs, arms folded behind her back. Eyes closed, tongue extended, exploring the stiff ridges, round edges, hard, cold material. Not the same.

It's better when it's covered in her saliva, warmer, but it's not him, doesn't twitch and throb, there are no groans and grunts, no hand gripping her hair, guiding her head, forcing it deeper.

It's all her. She sucks on it, hollows her cheeks, slurping it into her mouth, tongue flicking around it. Eyes closed, imagining him, remembering his scent, his taste, his dominating presence.

She pushes her head down on it. It's so rigid, too hard, unyielding. She forces on, tongue flat against it, lips strained, back of her throat. Her body jerks when she gags around it, coughs, splutters, keeps going. Eyes watering, can't breathe, imagines his big hands on her head, pushing down.

It's in her throat, she's dizzy, there's so much spit, no precum, only her. No air. She holds it, hears his voice in her memory. “Good girl.” Back and forth, head bobbing, tip on her tongue, tip in her throat, up and down, in and out.

There's no release, no thick creamy cum filling her mouth, dripping down her throat, filling her belly. Just spit and tears. She practices until she almost faints, fighting the gag reflex, getting better, wanting to make him proud.

She's drenched once she's done, sweat, spit, tears, arousal. When she forces herself to stop, she falls over, hands between her trembling thighs. Fingers not enough. The toy is off the wall and slips into her with ease. She's shaking, can barely hold it, wants him to hold it, push it in and out, mercilessly, ignoring her whines. Forcing her to the edge.

“Not yet, baby girl.”

His voice is in her head, so close, so warm. She fights the pleasure trying to devour her, pulls it out, pants, pushes it back in, always close. She's whimpering, crying and sobbing, pleading with her eyes squeezed shut.

“You may come.”

Relief. Release. Exploding pleasure, body convulsing, hips off the ground, thighs pressed together, shaking, gasping, coming so hard she's seeing stars. The toy is forced back in.

“Again.” She obeys, keeps going, pushing further. All for him, through tears and hand cramps and body spasms. Mouth wide open, gasping for air, for reprieve.

Her head is being lifted, supported by strong hands, his scent fills her nostrils, something warm on her face, bent back, neck tilted, upside down. Warm and heavy and soft. Him.

“Keep going.” Fingers cramping around the toy, imitating his cock, and the real thing slips into her gaping mouth, straight into her throat. She doesn't gag, doesn't open her eyes, feels her throat bulging, feels full on both ends. Content, satisfied. Sucks around him as he moves his hips against her face, in and out, tip on her tongue, tip squished in her tight throat.

“Gag.” She does, body convulsing, cunt clenching, spit and precum in her mouth. She's so dizzy. “Good girl.”

The reward comes with a groan, a grunt, a jerk of his hips, tightening balls slapping against her nose. Release. The toy is forced out, muscles tense, fluttering, her hands and thighs wet, a muffled, helpless moan from her stuffed throat. She can taste him as he fills her mouth, rewards her for her effort. Warm, sticky, thick, slipping down her aching throat, gulp, gulp, gulp.

The pressure is gone, he remains, his taste on her tongue, heavy in her belly. His hand on her sweaty face, caressing, wiping away the remnants of her devotion, a thumb pressing against her quivering lip.

“Such a good girl,” he says, and she smiles softly, tiredly, eyelids too heavy to open. “Now turn around. We gotta practice on the other hole today.”

A deep shiver, instant tension, anticipation. She scrambles to her feet, turns, positions herself, presents, ready for more practice. For him.

“Yes, sir.”

MASTERLIST // AO3 // ORIGINAL WORKS

MORE SMUT DRABBLES:

A Steamy Shower

Car Inspection

Sleepy

Tension Relief

[t1oui]

personally i think love, simon leaving out the book detail of simon and leah shipping drarry was a mistake

[strangeholic]

YOURS [W2S × MINIMINTER]

A brilliant idea to tease minter, as always.

[nsfw!]

Harry stared at the date on his phone, he was opening his calendar to check on the date for the dinner being held at Josh's place. They were celebrating his engagement, with Freya cooking the dinner. As he was checking on it, he realized something important was happening on the same day. His and Simon's 1st anniversary of dating.

He stares at his screen with many thoughts.

It's actually still a shock to him how he managed to date Simon after secretly being into him for years. And now it's going to be a year since they've dated. Although they're still hiding it from their friends and family, they currently feel content with what they have and are still planning to come out soon. But this.. Harry doesn't know how to come about it.

He knows for a fact that Simon doesn't know because he's the worst at remembering an important date, he probably doesn't even remember when his mom's birthday is. Harry smiled after a thought came across his mind, what if.. he doesn't tell Simon? What if he just acts dumb and only tell Simon like 5 minutes before midnight? That would be fun, right?

"What're you smiling about?" Harry jumped at the voice and closed his phone. "Just a funny TikTok." Harry turned to the source of the voice and there Simon was, still slightly sweating from his run. Simon took off his shoes and walked towards the couch where Harry was laying down on. "C'mon let's go shower." Simon nudged Harry's leg with his own and Harry grinned as he sat up. "Also, it's time to throw those pajamas to the laundry, they stink." Simon scrunched his nose and Harry just nodded as they walked to the bathroom for their usual weekend 'shower'.

☆

Harry sat on the bed, towel wrapped on the lower half of his body. He opened his phone to check on his messages.

"I need to go, okay?" Simon looked at Harry while putting on his shirt and then layering it with his jumper. "Remember, you need to leave the house at 5 and then pick me up and then we'll go to Josh's place." Harry only nodded with a 'yeah', eyes still glued to his phone. "Bye, love you." Simon patted Harry's head and gave a kiss on the cheek. "Mhm, love you too."

Harry heard the door click and then laid down on the bed, still naked with only a towel. He knew Simon would kill him for laying down on the bed like this, but he's way too lazy to put anything on, especially when he's fixated on his phone.

He has now moved apps to TikTok and began doom scrolling. After around 2 hours, Harry began feeling shivers, which reminded him that he was still butt naked on the bed. He told himself, 'Just a few more videos.', which ended up being way past that. He could've probably scrolled for another hour, but then a video caught his attention.

It was a guy wearing a sports jersey and lip syncing to a song. The caption said 'secretly putting on his jersey and taking 🔥 pics to send when he's working out of state (iykyk)'. This immediately gave the most brilliant idea that Harry's ever had. He got out of the bed and rummaged through their closet. There it is. Harry grabbed the hanger and took out what seemed to be their charity match jersey, but it had 'MINTER' written on the back.

Harry grins and puts the shirt on the bed. He then searched for his black boxers. If he's going to do this, he's going to do it right. He and Simon have never sent nudes to each other, it's never been their thing. The closest they've done was probably sending a shirtless picture after a gym session and that's it. So, this? It would be a pretty nice anniversary present, right?

He puts his boxers and the jersey on, looks in the mirror and realizes that he's missing something important. He looked left and right to look for it, which he then saw on the bed side table. Simon's favorite, Harry's glasses. Like the saying that people on TikTok always use, 'It stays on during sex'.

Harry walks back to the mirror, now with his glasses on, and fixes his hair. He's thought about what pictures he wants to take and as someone that rarely takes aesthetically pleasing pictures, he already knows he's going to struggle with this. First, a back mirror selfie. He saw this on the video that he got the inspiration from. He positions himself in front of the mirror, turns around and positions his phone until the angle looks good.

"Damn." He mumbled when he saw how good his ass looked, Simon's really going to love this now. He then used his free hand to lift up the shirt from the side to show a bit of his waist and back. Of course, he doesn't forget to look to the side so that it shows that he's using his glasses, another added bonus. First picture done, and now what? Harry sat on the bed for a minute to ponder, and then tried another pose. He placed the phone on a chair that he dragged, close to bed. He then kneeled, back facing the camera, near the edge of the bed, legs a bit parted, and his shirt pulled on the front so that he is showing off his ass now. Again, he looked to the side to show a bit of his face with one finger on his bottom lip.

He tried to think of other poses, but it seems like the first two that he did were good enough. As he was looking at the pictures, he couldn't help but get turned on. It's weird cause he's looking at himself but the fact that he's posing like that while using Simon's shirt really did feel extremely hot. Oh, he can't wait to surprise his boyfriend with these later, and possibly getting railed after that.

☆

"Heyy, how was the shoot?" Harry asked as Simon entered the car. "It was good, I'm really hungry though." Simon sighed and Harry chuckled, "Well, let's hope Freya didn't burn the kitchen."

"Oh, shut up. She's an amazing cook."

Harry felt a bit distracted, he was still wearing the jersey but under his hoodie. He was still feeling a bit heated from before and just wants to attack Simon with kisses. "Oh, right, what should we tell them?" Simon turned his head to Harry, "Haz?" Simon called out and Harry snapped from his thoughts. "Hm?? Tell them about what?"

"Why we came together? They always ask, you know."

"Oh! Right, right.. Uhm.." Harry tried to think about it but his head was still spinning from his other thoughts. He really shouldn't be thinking about it this much when he still has to wait until the end of the day to give Simon his surprise. "Maybe that I was actually at your shoot? They won't be asking details about the shoot." Harry finally gave a reply, "Sure."

They didn't talk much until finally arriving at Josh's house, being the first two to arrive, unsurprisingly. As they waited for the others, Simon helped Josh on a weird computer thing upon being asked and Harry decided to help Freya in the kitchen. There was quite a lot to be prepared for the dinner, although it was mostly prepared already. "By the way, you do realize we have the heater on, right? Aren't you hot?" Freya asked as she was placing down wine glasses on the counter. Harry felt his heart jump, he realized that everyone would be asking about his choice of shirt. "Hm, not really. I'll just keep it on." Freya shrugged it off and Harry's now worried that everyone's gonna ask the same question.

The others finally started arriving, of course with JJ as the last, weird how he's always the latest one despite being the only one to have a personal driver. Dinner was out by then, and they quickly started eating, with conversations in between about things that each of them are individually working on. Not much talk about Sidemen stuff since they're fed up with always talking about that.

"Minter, when are you gonna start dating again, man?"

Both Simon and Harry took a glance at each other when Ethan asked that question. This always comes up during their dinners, and they're both used to it by now. Sure, Harry gets asked that question, but very rarely. Simon is the one with the most recent break up, 2 years ago to Talia. And the others being themselves, keeps asking questions about his love life and if he wants them to set him up almost every week. They have no idea Simon has been dating someone for a year now, to their own friend, even.

"When are y'all gonna stop talking about me dating?" Simon shook his head and took a sip of his wine. Ethan then decided to shut his mouth, although it was because Tobi told him to. Harry didn't say anything, instead he just looked at Simon and when they made eye contact, Harry stretched his leg to brush it against Simon's. They were across each other, so holding hands weren't really reachable.

As time went on, their glasses were empty and JJ was talking about the details of his most recent boxing match. Luckily, Simon and Harry were at the end of the table, so deciding to just stare at each other instead of listening to JJ's story was not noticed by anyone at the table. That's when Harry decided to be sneaky.

He pulled up his phone and sent the picture he took that afternoon, he sent the back selfie first. Simon saw the notification pop up on his screen and raised an eyebrow. Harry was trying to hide his grin, but seeing how Simon was amused at the mysterious text, made him even more excited. Harry signaled with his hand to open it below the table, and Simon did.

The moment he saw Simon's eyes go wide and his head slowly looking back up, Harry was now covering his smile with his hand.

'WTF?'

'Hehe'

Simon looked back up again and Harry could see his cheeks getting red. Simon couldn't stop looking back down on his phone, to look at the picture, Harry assumed. As Simon was still looking down, Harry sent the next picture, the spicier one. He typed 'Yours.' on the keyboard, and the moment he pressed the send button, Simon suddenly stood up, hand covering his mouth like trying to stop himself from gasping.

Everyone turned their heads to him and he was still so stunned.

"Dude, what's wrong?" JJ asked and Simon finally looked up, a drip of sweat going down on the back of his neck. "Need the loo, be back." Simon hurriedly walked away from the table, "Well, that was a bit dramatic, innit?" Ethan laughed and they then continued with their conversation.

Harry is now full on grinning and staring at his phone as a new message pops up.

'Bathroom, now.'

He felt his heart beating even faster, this feels even better than he thought it would be.

"Hey guys, I'm feeling a bit dizzy. Can I lay down a bit in the guest room." Harry interrupted, "Oh god, of course. No wonder you were being so quiet." Freya immediately looked worried. "Let me take you," Josh stood up but Harry quickly pushed him back down. "It's fine, I know where it is." Harry smiled and quickly walked away, not to the guest room, obviously.

Harry knocked on the bathroom door and the door swung open, a hand reached out to pull him in. The door swung closed and Harry's now being pinned on it.

"Care to explain?"

"What? You don't like it?"

Simon sighed and placed his forehead on Harry's shoulder. "This is so sudden, and it's driving me crazy."

"Well, surprise! Gotta make an anniversary gift good, no?" Harry chuckled and there was a sudden drop in atmosphere as Simon pulled his head from Harry's shoulder and looked at him with a scared look in his eyes. "You're joking.." Harry gulped, did he say something wrong? "What..? No..?"

"Oh my god," Simon took a few steps back, Harry might be seeing things but Simon's eyes are watery?? "Fuck, I'm fucking horrible." Tears started streaming and Simon used both hands to cover his whole face. Harry's shocked, he didn't expect this reaction at all. Oh, he might've made a big mistake.

"Jesus, Simon. It's okay, I don--"

"I'm so stupid." Simon mumbled in between his cries.

"What?? No, no, Simon, please." Harry put both his hands on Simon's shoulders, "Si, I'm so sorry, I should've told you instead of doing a dumb prank. Please, don't cry."

There was a few seconds of silence until Simon finally uncovered his face, it was completely red. "It's not about that. I'm angry at the fact that I couldn't remember it myself, I'm such a shit boyfriend." As much as Harry wants to comfort Simon right now, being called his boyfriend really made his heart flutter.

Harry put a hand on Simon's cheek, "I literally don't care, just having you as my boyfriend is enough. We don't need special celebrations or anything." Simon sighed and finally gave a small smile. "I love you."

"I love you too." Harry leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips. "Christ, Haz. Can't believe it's been a year already."

"Yeah, it's actually crazy." They can't stop looking into each other's eyes. "Did you like my surprise gift, though?"

Simon's cheeks turned red again. "Well, uhm.. It's very--" Simon stopped and took a step back, his eyes looking down on Harry's torso. "Wait, a-are you still wearing it?" He looked back up to Harry who had a cheeky grin on his face. "Don't you want to find out, yourself?"

Just as Harry was going to move closer, Simon grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the bathroom, heading towards the guest bathroom. "Hmm, patient, much?"

As they went inside, Simon threw Harry onto the bed and locked the door. "Take off your hoodie. Hurry."

Harry didn't fight back, he's just as excited as Simon is. He took the hoodie off, revealing the jersey he was wearing, Simon's jersey. Simon took a moment to look at it and finally walked closer towards the bed. "You must really like it, huh? Putting my shirt on," He crawled on the bed, getting between Harry's legs. "Taking pictures while wearing it, even putting on your fucking glasses."

He leaned down, closing in the distance between their faces. "I bet you were turned on when taking those pictures, imagining my reaction when sending them, what I would do to you while you're wearing the shirt that has my name on it." A hand reaches down on Harry's stomach, slipping inside and slowly brushing up his torso.

"What about you? Weren't you turned on when I sent it?" Harry smirked, heavy sighs escaping his mouth when Simon's hand reached his chest. "You probably got so desperate to fuck me, seeing your own name, marking me as yours."

Their faces were now only a centimeter apart, Harry's hand unconsciously placed on Simon's pants, having already zipped it down.

"You're right."

Simon finally closed in their distance and their kiss went from 0 to 100 very quickly. No slowing down, no small kisses, their lips immediately parted to let the other's tongue enter each other's mouth. Harry could feel Simon grinding down on him, his hands pulling on Harry's hair meanwhile his are all over Simon's ass and back. As much as he loves making out, he's been excited all day and is growing impatient.

After a few minutes, Harry finally pulls away. "Can we fuck already, please?"

Simon nodded excitedly and sat up to take off his shirt, Harry helped him pull down his pants and boxers. The moment his hard on came out, Harry couldn't help but stroke on it and go as far as to put it inside his mouth. "Shit, Harry." Simon groaned at the feeling, he can feel the enthusiasm from Harry, and it's killing him. "Fuck, stop, I don't wanna come yet." He stops Harry from going any further and finally takes his pants off.

"Turn around." Simon ordered and Harry obliged. He proceeded to run his hand on Harry's back, admiring his own name on the jersey. Thankfully for him, Harry was wearing joggers as usual, which makes taking it off so much easier.

"Stop drooling and fucking put it in, Simon." Harry groaned, "What? You don't want to stretch first?"

"We already did it this morning. Are you doing this on purpose?"

Simon leaned down and whispered near Harry's ear. "Maybe. Just be patient." Simon licked his earlobes and went to kiss Harry's neck, definitely leaving a hickey. While doing that, his hand held on his dick and guided it onto Harry's entrance. "Fuck-" Harry moaned loudly as Simon thrusted fully without a warning. Simon leaned back and now got a good view of Harry's back, his hands now holding down on Harry's waist.

He thrusted in and out slowly, trying to tease Harry.

"Jesus, Si." Harry whined, "Please don't do this to me."

Simon then finally picked up the pace and went a bit faster. Harry's moans started getting louder and less secretive. He himself really couldn't help it either, looking down on Harry's arched back with his name written on it really does everything.

"At this rate, they're really gonna hear, Haz."

Harry didn't respond, his moans were still loud and Simon was enjoying it too much to stop.

"Fucking kiss me then, please. Kiss me." Harry's hand clenched on Simon's thigh.

Simon stopped and pulled out, Harry understood and turned his body around, now facing each other. Simon thrusted back in again, even faster now. Before Harry could scream his lungs out, Simon leaned down to kiss Harry and now the moans are drowned out. He used his hand to reach down and stroke Harry's dick that was leaking so much pre-cum.

Harry felt it coming, it was so close. He grabbed on Simon's back, not caring if it's going to leave a bunch of marks. His legs were also wrapped around Simon's waist now, practically pushing Simon down for a deeper thrust. "I'm so fucking close." He mumbled in between their kisses and Simon only grew even more aggressive, he might kill Harry. "Shit!" Harry moaned loudly as he hugs Simon closer to him, his cum dripping down onto Simon's hand. He's a panting mess.

Simon pulls away and Harry watches as Simon takes his cum covered hand to his mouth and licks on it.

"Fuck, you're so gross, Minter."

Simon only shrugs and jumps out of the bed. "C'mon, Haz. They're probably looking for us."

He puts on his clothes and throws a tissue to Harry, which didn't actually land on the bed. "You haven't come, though."

"We'll save that when we get home. I hope you didn't think we're only doing one round. Gotta get those glasses on."

"Jesus."

[cumberbitchhhh]

by the way it was lowkey like my birthday yesterday and i’m 20 and i hate this.

[the-red-butterfly]

Not-Yet-Written-Fics Game

Tagged by @fishing4stars to reveal my not-yet-written fics.

This is fantastic actually the amount of things I have on the back burner is HUGE I'll have to pick and choose, oh dear.

For Your Life Hate Me (Twilight) As story about Carlisle and Jasper (very self indulgent) where they get kidnaped by María and forced to fight (like in Jasper's old days). To keep Carlisle alive Jasper is forced to do some not nice things that horrify Carlisle but he'll do them to keep the man who took him in safe, even if Carlisle hates Jasper in the end.

The Adventures of Young Man Henry Winchester and his Violent Grandsons (Supernatural) Henry Winchester survives his death by Abadon! And now he has to get used to modern life without his family. It is extremely painful and sometimes his grandsons are no help. The start of their relationship is very rocky but it'll eventually lead to better days. I'm very fond of this one.

It's The Ashy Taste Of Sacrifice (One Piece) Sanji and Zoro get turned into animals and (spoilers) in the end Sanji has to bear the brunt of this happening and suffer a life as a fox. The premise is silly but I promise you the contents are not. I am making this boy SUFFER and that is just a universal constant. Full of platonic friendship and hurt/comfort ✨And Zoro being a better bro to Sanji.

To Look Like Her (One Piece) And to keep up with the point before. This is a story about Sanji self sabotaging his body because he realizes that when he's sick he looks like his mother and he wants to KEEP that look. It does not end well for anyone. The Straw Hats get rightfully very pissed and concerned about this.

Mending The Tears One Spoonful At The Time (Sam Rami Spider-man) This is just a whole ass ploy to better the friendship between Peter and Harry. Harry realizes something is off with Peter when he notices his friend is ALWAYS hungry. When Harry offers help Peter's pride gets in the way and Harry has to devise ways to secretly help Peter.

Homeward Bound From The Sea (Frozen) Frozen AU where Agnarr survives the shipwreck but is lost for some years in an island until he's eventually found by a fishing-ship. He gets rescued and returned home but things are hard for father and daughters equally. Full of Agnarr!whump and everyone having to adapt to this new reality. Kind of non-verbal Agnarr in this one.

When Doriath Fell (Silmarillion/Tolkien) AU where Dior and Elured and Elurin survive BUT actually Dior did die he just came back wrong. So Dior raises his children as a feral creatures in the forest surrounding Menegroth. But Elured and Elurin sort of have to take care of their father as well because the man is not well. Of course, this thing is full of angst what did you expect?

The Price Of Freedom (Sandman) Hob rescues Dream from the fishbowl of doom and Dream thinks he needs to repay him with devotion and love (just like he did with Alianora). Surprisingly shippy but not really? HobxDream is not endgame at any rate, but Dream is convinced that's how he needs to repay his friend for saving him. Very angsty, the sky is blue, next.

Reverse 'Verse (Firefly) Another AU (of course) where instead of River being taken and brainwashed it is Simon who becomes the mortal weapon/assassin. And in turn it is River who has to take care of him and escape. Lots of sibiling feels.

I have so many, so so many, but i better not drag them up into the surface less I get tempted into working on them XD but here are some honorable mentions of ofter fandoms I have wips in: SPD Power Rangers (don't laugh), Batman, Hocus Pocus and a ton for Criminal Minds.

If you feel like asking about any of these drop me an ask and I might feel inclined to doodle something about it 😂

No pressure tags: @arlenianchronicles @slightly-crimson-tornado @bad-at-names-and-faces @loonysama @byrambles @i-did-not-mean-to

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Headcanons ☆ Idéias * : Take care, possible content +18, smut, suggestive, others. Support your creators by reblogging

Fred & George Weasley

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII

Part XIV

Part XV

Part XVI

Part XVII

Part XVIII

Sirius Black & Remus Lupin

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Eddie Munson

Part I

Part II

Part III

Simon Ghost Riley

Part I *

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Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Random ｡⁠.ﾟPrompts

Part I

Part II Castiel Vielmont

Part III Kratos & Artreus

Part IV Dr House

[envythemouse]

I'm just gonna put these 'You belong to me, I belong to you" fansnippets here so I can delete them from my phone.

Scene: Nathan Ciro isn't dead

"You still haven't noticed? He's been right here with you, all along."

Death pointed his skeleton-like hand towards Harry's chest.

He thought back to the words Sirius said to him once, what feels like a very long time ago.

The ones who love us never really leave us, you can always find them in here.

But that didn’t make any sense, Nathan and him never met.

"Not in your heart, master. In your soul."

"Did you think it would be that easy? That I could just put you into any other body and call it a day? Nathan Ciro was not dead when you came to be in this universe. He was in a coma. Meaning young mister Ciro's soul never left, you just assumed it did."

(AU where if Death put Harry's soul into a corpse it would continue to rot until there was nothing left of it and then Death would have to do it all over again.)

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Scene: Harry being angry at everyone over Nathan's mistreatment.

"You will never have someone love you the way your brother loved you: unconditionally. And you will have to live with the fact that you killed the only person who ever loved you like that."

*

"But what angers me the most isn't the students who bullied him, it's not Simon who betrayed his own brother, not even the men that pushed him over the edge. It's the adults. The ones that just stood back and watched while a child was being tormented right in front of them."

"It's your job to protect these children, all of them. No matter their blood, gender or colour or whatever nonsense people come up with to hate someone they don't even know. Your most important job is to protect us, and you can't even do that right."

"Nathan Ciro was long dead before he jumped off that roof."

You belong to me (I belong to you) by Child_OTKW

[danganranpadiva]

MASTERLIST

RULES:

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I mainly write x f!reader, but I am comfortable writing for lgbtq+ readers.

I will not write anything non-consensual or any abuse. If I feel there needs to be a trigger warning, that will be at the top of every chapter.

UNIVERSES I WRITE FOR:

DC

NARUTO

OUTLANDER

CALL OF DUTY

DANGANRONPA (THH & GD)

DEMON SLAYER

coming soon!

You can message me here to request <33

[thelostmagicians]

Shield of a Heart | Harry Styles

Harry Styles x Bodyguard!reader

Summary: You're Harry's new bodyguard (1/4)

♡

Part I: The Assignment [3.4k]

Part II: The Breakthrough

Part III: The Fallout

Part IV: The Conclusion

[eviesaurusrex]

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If you like, you can send me a prompt from the following lists with a character I should write the prompt for :3 I’m in desperate need of some fluff in my life, so we’re ignoring my closed requests, thanks! Thanks to all the talented authors who wrote these prompt lists. Give them some love while you're over there <3

blossoming romance writing prompts

prompts for sharing a bed

fluff prompts

touch starved prompts

fluffy/domestic OTP prompts

couples showing affection pt. 1

couples showing affection pt. 2

The characters I write for are listed in my pinned post!

prompt lists by @eloquentmoon @scealaiscoite @ogdoadfates @mia-likesbooks @novelbear @bunnyswritings

[animasola86]

SMUT DRABBLES*: Car Inspection

A/N: Yet another little smut scene, *no longer a drabble (Drabble? Who's she?), but still short. Like with my other drabbles, you can imagine any character you want here, it's usually just a man and a woman having a good time. Today I give you oral sex, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex and creampies. And cars (so think up an AU where it works, if you will).

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! // WORDS: 1.3k // AO3

“Lemme take a look under the hood, miss,” he's said, and now she's sitting on the warm metal, gripping his broad shoulders, legs held open by strong hands, while he has his head buried under her skirt.

His tongue is as hot as the sun batting down on them, licking through her folds with fervor and certainty, expert motions, warm lips, teasing teeth, kissing, sucking, nibbling, pulling her sensitive skin into his mouth, nose rubbing against her clit.

He's lapping at her like a man starved, the slurping and squelching noises mixing with the chirp of cicadas, the subtle squeak of the car beneath her, her own rapid breaths. He's good, knows what to do, where to look and lick. She's come to the right place.

Her skirt obstructs the view, but she's still on display, writhing and squirming, bare feet squeaking over the metal hood in an attempt to anchor herself. He's ruthless in his assault, focusing now fully on that sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking his tongue around it, laving it, sucking on it.

She's losing it, her head spinning, it's too hot, the air is stale and dry, and her lungs are protesting. The tension in her belly is like a burning thing, growing and expanding, filling her out like she wishes he would fill her out.

He groans into her, the sound vibrating through her clenching cunt. His hands move, one big palm pressed to her stomach, forcing her down on her back, the other slipping under the tent of her skirt as well. He's teasing her, nibbling on her clit while his fingers slide through her slick before they take a dip into her heat, plunging deep, two at once, pushing in and out, scissoring inside her, stretching, massaging, curling against that sweet spot.

She arches her back, shoulders pressed into the hood, cries out, thighs trembling around his shoulders, her own shaking hand gripping at his wrist, nails sinking into his skin before he slips his long fingers between hers, holding her hand, heavy on her stomach. He pumps his other digits into her, licks her clit, the tension explodes within her. Their joined hands hold her down when she convulses, jerks her hips against his face and fingers, shivering under the hot sun.

He licks up every drop with broad strokes of his tongue, his fingers moving slower, bringing her down gently before they retreat, gripping her twitching thigh, warm and slick and strong, while he pushes his mouth to her lower lips, kisses her deeply, tongue pressing into her quivering hole.

She wails again, quietly in the open space, her voice drowned by the screeching insects trying to be louder.

He's shifting, emerging from under her skirt, nose and lips and chin glistening in her juices, hair messy, face flushed. She's also red in the face, panting, trying to avoid those hungry eyes. His hands find her warm cheeks when he straightens up, towering over her.

His kiss tastes tangy, salty, sweet, all at once and more, her own taste on his tongue as he claims her mouth. She moans into it, clinging to his bare back, sweat slick and strong, muscles flexing beneath sun touched skin. He pushes her up the hood of the car, his hips between her shaking legs, pinning her down, skirt flipped up entirely now. His body is blocking the view, she couldn't care less who sees her.

With his tongue wrestling hers, he grips her waist, one hand disappearing between them, the clink of a belt, the whirring scrape of a zipper, a little groan when he grips his cock and guides it to her dripping cunt. She moans into his mouth, fingernails sinking into his skin while he sinks into her, small frantic rolls of his hips as he slowly fucks her open, stretches her, fills her, in and out, inch by inch until he's bottomed out.

His hands on her hips pull her into him, closer, deeper, her legs spasm against him before she hooks them around his thick thighs. Muscles flex under denim, his grip rough as he starts pulling out to slam back in, over and over again, his grunts as loud as her moans, the kiss messy and breathless.

She's lightheaded, sun-burnt, a sweaty mess in his strong grip, her hands gripping at his waist, leaving angry crescent-shaped marks as she squirms against him, trying to meet his thrusts.

He leans back, leaving her tingling lips, presses his forehead to hers, eyes staring into her soul, warm and dark and mesmerizing, hungry, breaths hot and dizzying, mingling. His hips slam into her slower, deeper, setting an excruciating rhythm, taunting, teasing, slow and steady while they're both burning under the sun, the heat inside her belly almost as unbearable.

She's whimpering, grinding her pelvis into him, digs her heels into his lower back, eyes pleading. The smirk on his lips makes her angry, growling through her gritted teeth. His hands tighten around her hips, fingers bruising, and when he leans back fully, a barely there shadow falling onto her shaking body, looking down at her, he stops moving altogether, cock hard and swollen inside her clenching cunt.

She wants to protest, whine, beg, but he only looks at her, tilting his head, before he slowly moves back, cockhead scraping against her tight walls, before he slams back in with a force that makes her yelp, flinch, cry out, as he hits her deepest spot, tip squished against her cervix.

The pain is there, sharp, short, dissipating slowly before it's back, dragging retreat, the hint of reprieve, then another deep stab, hard, fast, agonizing. Again and again, until he grows impatient and just hammers into her, her moans and cries broken up, voice strained, helpless, as his cock pistons in and out, rough and unrelenting, and all she can do is take it.

He grunts, sweat running down his temple, a fine sheen on his bare torso, muscles flexing, his teeth bared and gritted, hands digging into her soft skin. Pull, push, stab. Pull, push, stab. Her own sweat mixes with tears, her cries soundless little puffs of air, her head filled with vertigo and bliss, pain and pleasure. One big hand splayed on her hip, the other moving between them, thumb pressing hard against her clit, and she yelps again, and again, coming hard around his pounding cock, juices coating his length, squelching out with every deep slam.

The car is rocking beneath them, suspension squeaking, needs to be oiled. She's come to the right place. Come at the right place. Over and over again until she's a boneless mess, lying on the hood of her car, arms splayed out beside her, sweaty palms squeaking over metal with every deep thrust, body moved up and down, insides convulsing, muscles contracting, tight around his thick cock. He grunts, groans, huffs, head red under the sun, under the exertion, working overtime.

He comes with a low growl, animalistic, body twitching against her, burying himself deep within her clenching heat, balls tightening, cock spasming, filling her with his hot seed, spurt after burning spurt. She gasps when his hand pushes on her stomach, before he slowly pulls out, panting, eyes glued to her reddened pussy, watching intently, an expert's eye, head tilted, then he slaps his hand on her folds, making her wince.

She's pulled onto her feet, barely able to think, to function, dizzy from the sun and the special service. He lifts her feet, one at a time, puts her panties back on, slides them up her shaking legs. His cum drips down her inner thigh, slowly, slow enough for him to gather it on his finger and push it back up, between her glistening folds, back into her clenching hole. She moans at the sensation, gripping his arm for support. He keeps his finger in her while he pulls her underwear back in place, pumping it slowly before removing it, gently dragging his wet fingertip between her covered folds, trapping his seed.

“I believe there's been a leak, miss,” he says, fixing her skirt, making her presentable again as he looks at her with a proud smile, having found the problem, while she looks up at him with a soft giggle, feeling their combined juices drenching the fabric between her trembling thighs.

MASTERLIST // AO3 // ORIGINAL WORKS

MORE SMUT DRABBLES:

A steamy shower

Toy

Sleepy

Tension Relief

[fanficsforfun]

I guess my greatest flaw is writing everyone as more gentle and kind than they really are. But I can’t help that, that’s just how I feel about them

[youve-cath-to-be-kitten-me]

Masterlist!

(Works are listed most recent first)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/notsomagicath

Warrior Nun 

coda

Avatrice - Rating: E - Word Count: 100k - Multi-Chapter (18/18) - Ballerina x Lighting Designer AU for the Avatrice Big Bang in collaboration with @adlerdoodles!

once again

Avatrice - Rating: T - Word Count: 18k - Multi-Chapter (5/5) - My take on Switzerland (canon compliant) + what comes after

you think i’m such a good thing (you have no idea)

Avatrice - Rating: T - Word Count: 14k - One Shot - Band AU (based heavily on the band MUNA)

Arcane 

jane doe 

CaitVi - Rating: M - Word Count: 30k - Multi-Chapter (16/16) - Witness Protection AU

i’m only a fool for you (and maybe you’re too good for me) 

CaitVi - Rating: M - Word Count: 5k - Multi-Chapter (3/3) - Continuation of S1E9 (The Monster You Created)

IT

Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural Season 7, Episode 5, The Harrowing Case of It and the Derry Disappearances 

Reddie - Rating: T - Word Count: 3.5k - One Shot - Buzzfeed Unsolved AU, Transcript Format 

Under The Same Stars 

Reddie - Rating: T - Word Count: 4k - One Shot - Fix it, Pre and Post-Canon stargazing

Marvel

Leave Me To Dream

Stucky - Rating: T - Word Count: 5k - One Shot - Bucky struggles with sleep and healing

Ambidextrous 

Stucky - Rating: M - Word Count: 10k - Multi-Chapter (3/3) - Soulmate AU (writing on one soulmate’s skin appears on the other) 

Red White and Royal Blue 

Fire on Fire 

FirstPrince - Rating: T - Word Count: 2.5k - One Shot - Firefighter/Paramedic AU 

All For The Game 

When It All Feels So Big 

Andriel - Rating: T - Word Count: 4k - One Shot - Happy Childhood Kid AU, No Romance 

Tell Me To Hold On 

Andriel - Rating: T - Word Count: 15k - Multi-Chapter (12/12) - Neil meets Andrew earlier under a different alias 

Voicemails to the Dead 

Jerejean - Rating: T - Word Count: 6k - One Shot - Jean’s healing journey is documented in a series of voicemails left on Riko Moriyama’s phone 

Game of Thrones 

Crooked Halos 

Gendrya - Rating: T - Word Count: 6k - One Shot - Modern Setting, Supernatural/Angels AU

Carry On (Rainbow Rowell) 

How Many Simons in the Universe

SnowBaz - Rating: T - Word Count: 15k - Multi-Chapter (13/13) - In-Universe SKAM AU

Simonverse/Creekwood (Becky Albertalli) 

Morning Bells Are Ringing 

Spierfeld - Rating: G - Word Count: 1k - One Shot - Simon (ironically) sings Frere Jacques to get their daughter to sleep 

Marauders 

And I Won’t Run Away 

Wolfstar - Rating: T - Word Count: 6k - Multi-Chapter (4/4) - Lie Low at Lupin’s 

[spidey-x-male-reader]

Hey guys!

I had a really slow day today and didn't manage to do anything than lying around and reading fanfiction.

I will try to work on some requests again today. I have 24 to work on currently so that certainly won't get boring.

If you want to request something feel free to do that! Currently I'm interested in ATSV, DC and the Grishaverse!

Already excited to post some stuff again :D