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my sam thing is popping off like crazy what the fuck where did you all come from thank you guys for 520 likes oh my god 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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WET DREAMZ

pathetic sammy wet dream boo. surprise! warnings: doggy, praise from sam, size kink, finger stuff, idk fluff at the end. i love him. also tjis is straight up porn. this is a surprise for @sweeterthancandy i love you !!

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after a long day of smoke-thick motels, coffee that tasted like burnt air, and another grave dug somewhere off the highway, sam winchester didn’t know how he found himself here.

“you’re—fuck, being too loud, baby,” he murmured, voice soft against your ear. even with your face muffled in the pillow, the sounds you were making were way too loud for him to brush off as just him taking care of a hangover. if the people outside the motel paid enough attention, they would know exactly what was happening in here. “gotta… gotta keep it down a little.”

“m—m’trying,” you slurred into the pillow again, clamping your teeth into the fabric of the pillow, trying to bite back a soft cry at the sensation of him sitting idle inside you. he was stretching you out, due to his big size of 8 inches, and for a girl who was shorter than 6’4 and wasn’t 200 pounds of pure muscle? that was a lot to take.

sam��s hand came down to gently trace the arch of your back, pushing you further into the mattress for a better angle. “s’gotta be really... really hard for you,” he was blabbering now, still rocking into you. he was trying desperately not to let out any sounds of his own, which was very difficult when you were being so, good for him. “doing so... so good, baby.” he reminded.

slowly, his fingers that were curled around your hips tightened to an almost bruising grip, and he pushed himself—all eight inches inside. the sensation had you seeing stars, a loud gasp leaving your throat, eyes squeezing shut.

one of sam’s big hands quickly came to cover your mouth, desperate to keep you quiet now. his hips leaned back then thrusted forward, burying himself completely inside you as a soft, strained gasp left him. his fingers pressed against your lips, trying to contain the sounds that you tried to let out. “you... you’re gonna wake up the whole—fuck.” sam’s fingers pressed down more firmly, keeping you silent as he continued to move inside your tight heat.

“you gotta be... be so quiet,” he slurred, letting out a low groan at the feeling of you clenching around him. he started to speed up, just barely, still trying to keep you from being completely loud. you gasped as he sped up, biting his finger gently to keep yourself quiet—a sharp whine leaving him at the sensation.

“such a … fuck.. a good girl,” sam whispered, his fingers loosening a bit as your whimpers got higher. his hands moved to grab your ass, holding you to him as he began to thrust harder into you. his voice was becoming more strained. “takin’ it so well, yeah, that’s right, that’s—“

sam woke with a sharp hiss at the sound of your voice, startled out of an uneasy sleep that clung to him like sweat. his eyes fluttered open, unfocused and squinting against the dim motel light, and when he realized where he was—and that you were standing right there—he groaned softly and turned his face away, suddenly very invested in the peeling wallpaper beside the bed.

his fingers moved automatically to his chin, brushing over the tacky warmth that confirmed his embarrassment. a thin trail of drool. perfect.

“ugh, god,” he muttered, swiping it off quickly with the sleeve of his flannel. “i—I wasn’t even that tired.”

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “you were snoring.”

“was not,” he mumbled, still avoiding your eyes.

“you drooled, sam.”

“yeah, okay, i might’ve drooled,” he admitted, cheeks already starting to turn a light, bashful pink. “don’t act like it’s a crime.”

“it’s not,” you teased, fighting a grin. “it’s just gross. and weirdly… vulnerable of you.”

“glad to know my most humiliating moment brings you joy.”

he finally risked a glance at you, only to find you staring with that irritating mix of amusement and affection that made him want to both roll his eyes and hide under the covers.

“you were mumbling in your sleep, too,” you added. “sounded like a mix between an insane injury and a porno.”

sam groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. “please stop talking.”

“what were you dreaming about?”

“you. shutting up,” he deadpanned.

you’d never know.

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i’m so back yall please send in some asks i miss writing soooooo much!!! 🥹🥹

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im back for more and nialls new post has me literally going feral. i feel like a rabid animal. pls pls plssss write something ab going to dinner with niall!!! it can be smutty or not however u feel 😝😝

SMALL TALK

IM BSCKKKK!!!!!! i’m so sorry i’ve been gone so long,, but im back on the grind!!!!! no warnings really, mainly just kissing!!!!

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it had been a while since you and niall got a night just for yourselves. the tour schedule had been packed, the days long, and the nights even longer. but finally—finally—he had a night off in the city, and the first thing he’d done was call you.

“put on somethin’ pretty for me, love,” he said over the phone, voice soft and playful, that sweet irish lilt curling around his words. “nothin’ too fancy—just want you lookin’ like you. meet me at the lobby at seven.”

so you did. your dress wasn’t over the top, but it made you feel soft and sweet, and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw him already waiting in the hotel lobby. he was leaning against the elevator wall, black button-up rolled to the elbows, hair slightly messy, and a bouquet of wildflowers in his hands. real ones. with the price tag still half dangling off the side.

“hi,” you whispered, cheeks already warm.

“hi, gorgeous,” he said back, eyes drinking you in like it had been weeks instead of days. he stepped forward and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, handing you the flowers. “they reminded me of you.”

the restaurant niall had picked was quiet, tucked into the corner of a cobblestone side street, glowing golden in the fading light of the city. it had that kind of old-world charm—mismatched chairs, flickering candles on each table, faded photos of italy on the walls. the scent of garlic, rosemary, and wine hung in the air like a warm blanket.

“table for two,” he said to the hostess with a grin, fingers laced tightly with yours. “under horan.”

you teased, “wow, using your full name? must be important.”

he leaned close, lips brushing your temple. “you are.”

you sat in a cozy booth by the window, the city lights soft behind you, jazz music playing low through the speakers. niall looked stupidly handsome under the candlelight—soft shadows along his cheekbones, his lashes long and curled, one hand still resting on your knee under the table like he couldn’t not touch you.

when the waiter came by, niall barely glanced at the menu.

“gonna have the tagliatelle bolognese,” he said confidently, then grinned at you. “you should get the truffle risotto. you always steal mine when i do.”

you raised a brow. “because you never let me order what i actually want.”

“yeah, well,” he said, sipping his wine. “if i’m wrong, i’ll swap.”

you smiled into your menu. “you always say that, and then refuse.”

“’cause i always end up likin’ mine more. not my fault i’ve got impeccable taste.”

you rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered anyway. the food came out steaming and rich, filling the table with the smell of butter, herbs, and something warm and grounding. niall dug in immediately, making a quiet, almost indecent sound at the first bite.

“jesus,” he mumbled, “that’s good. you wanna taste?”

he held his fork out to you like it was a peace offering. you leaned over, took the bite, and immediately groaned.

“okay. you win.”

he smirked. “say it again.”

you leaned closer. “you. win.”

“god, that’s hot,” he whispered dramatically, eyes wide, hand dramatically clutching his chest. “do it again. call me a genius next.”

“don’t push it.”

he kept his hand on your thigh the entire dinner, fingers brushing gently in little circles, sometimes squeezing just slightly when you looked at him a certain way. his foot nudged yours under the table, his knee bumped against yours, and every time he made you laugh, he did it with that smug little sparkle in his eye, like he was proud of himself.

at one point, you caught him just watching you.

fork in hand, half a bite forgotten.

“what?” you asked softly.

he shook his head, grinning like a lovesick idiot. “nothin’. just… you look real pretty in this light.”

you tried to look unimpressed, but your cheeks betrayed you. “you’re just trying to get another bite of my risotto.”

“can’t blame a man for trying,” he said, then leaned over and kissed your cheek. “still mean it though.”

the wine flowed, and so did the conversation. stories from tour, dumb things the band had done, old memories you’d almost forgotten about. you’d never felt more seen—more like the world had gone quiet just for the two of you to exist in it.

when the check came, he didn’t let you even pretend to reach for your wallet.

“i got it,” he said, tucking his card into the little leather folder.

“niall—”

“don’t,” he said, nudging your foot under the table. “just say thank you and let me spoil you. makes me feel like a proper gentleman.”

“fine,” you said with a mock sigh. “thank you, proper gentleman.”

“you’re very welcome, baby.”

as he stood to help you with your coat, his hand found yours again—just as it always did. and as the door swung open to the cool night air, you leaned into him automatically, his arm coming around your shoulder to pull you close.

“best date i’ve ever had,” he murmured.

“you say that every time.”

“yeah,” he said, kissing your forehead. “’cause it keeps bein’ true.”

after dinner, he took your hand and didn’t let go once—not through the quiet walk back to the hotel, not in the elevator ride where he pulled you close by the waist, not when you giggled into his shirt because he kissed your neck just to make you squeak.

“you always smell so nice,” he whispered into your hair, a little breathless. “drives me mad.”

his hotel room was dim, cozy—lights off except for the warm glow of the bedside lamp. he kicked his shoes off and flopped onto the bed like he lived there, arms spread, hair a mess, and a smile tugging at his lips.

“c’mere,” he said, already opening his arms for you.

you curled into his side easily, kicking your heels off, your dress bunched slightly at the hem. he immediately wrapped you up in his arms, hands smoothing down your back, his nose tucked into your hair like he’d missed your shampoo more than he’d admit.

you both stayed like that for a while—just lying there, talking in whispers. he kissed your temple once, then your cheek, then your jaw, slow and sweet and teasing.

“niall…” you warned, though your fingers were already curling into the collar of his shirt.

“what?” he whispered, grinning against your skin. “can’t a man kiss his favorite girl?”

you rolled your eyes—but when he kissed you for real, slow and full, your hands found his hair and didn’t let go. he kissed like he had nowhere to be, like the world didn’t exist beyond the four walls of the hotel room. warm, open-mouthed, soft tongue grazing yours between whispers of your name. between kisses, he was breathless, smiling.

“how’d i get so lucky, huh?” he mumbled between soft pecks.

“you tricked me,” you whispered back.

he laughed into your mouth. “yeah? you caught on way too late, sweetheart.”

he kept kissing you, like he couldn’t help it—cheeks, nose, collarbone, even your fingertips when your hands found his jaw. he pulled you on top of him eventually, his hands resting lazily on your hips, fingers drawing idle shapes against your skin through your dress.

“this is all i wanted,” he said, eyes soft as he looked up at you. “just you.”

and you kissed him again—because there wasn’t anything else left to say. nothing except more kisses, more giggles muffled against his neck, and the gentle press of two people who couldn’t seem to get close enough.

you’d fall asleep tangled up like that later—warm and touched-out, lips sore from kissing, but happy.

exactly where you both wanted to be.

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unrelated to fics but i’m going a tøp concert!!! you’re 1/2 people(other than candy) that i follow on tumblr that listen to top. i’m going to their opening cincinnati one for breach😭 it’s been my dream since 2014 LOL im so excited i may explode

DUDE DUDE IM GOING TOOO!!! i’m going to their toronto show cus i’m canadian lol but IM SO RXCITED 4 U!!! i’ve actually only just recently started to appreciate them because i was a big hater when i was younger,, but ive gotten over that. TRUST. THANK YOU SM FOR TELLING ME UR SO CUTE LOL!!!

I LOVE TØP !!!

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por favor

warnings: blurb!! hispanic!reader + use of spanish, porn no plot, needy tyler, fingering, kinda sorta cum eating at the end if you squint…

wc: 488 - nsfw content ahead!!🎞️

you and tyler sat at the top of the bed in silence as your favourite movie played quietly through your dim room. you lay next to him, limbs thrown over his as his large hand plays at your waistband.

you were immersed in the scene, but him, well he was thinking otherwise.

his fingers began to tease, slipping underneath the band of your panties as he left a trail or kisses up the side of your jaw, “jeez baby what’re you doing” you giggle at his neediness not thinking anything of it, placing your hand firmly on the back of his neck

“i really, really wanna feel this pretty pussy, you want that? tell me you need this” he whispers faintly into your ear, you could hear the lust dripping off his teeth. “mmmwanna watch the movie…” you whine as you push his hand down further and spread your legs just a little wider.

he knew what game you were playing at.

“watch the movie doll let me take care of ya’… yeah?” his finger slips right between you and the cloth, teasing through your slit as he finds his way, gathering your wetness to bring to your clit. you find yourself drifting from the screen and he rubs quicker circles into you, the pleasure flowing causing your eyes to leave the screen to find him. “eyes on the screen baby, just getting to the good part” he holds your jaw in a sweet but obedient manner forcing your eyes on the stupid movie youd picked long before this moment.

being in. this position alone is getting you close, just being utterly out if it as he rubs you out of pure selfishness, “fuck hear that-“ he refers to the obscene noises of cum leaving your pussy as his fingers slip down to finger you at an alarming pace, making your juices leak around his fingers.

“shi-no te pares por favor papi” you moan loud enough for the neighbours to hear as he slams his two fingers into you at just the right spot.

over and over and over and-

“ahhh fuck yeah look at that fucking mess-“ he spoke with pure joy on his tongue as you cum around his fingers, eyes rolling back as an endless flow of you leaks around him leaving a wet spot all over your bottoms. youve completely lost yourself in the sensation just muttering anything under your breath, gasping for anything to enter your lungs, “fòllame, lo necesito, por favor-por favor-“ the grip you held on his neck as you arched your back off of him was killer.

“shhhh, did so good” he kisses you deeply as you come down from your high “i needed it so bad” he whined on your lips bringing his fingers up to lick clean.

as he lifted you to the bathroom, bridal style, to get you cleaned up he chuckled out “so how was the movie?”

mega short and sweet little blurb i hope you loveeeee it 💋

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guys i’m so sorry ill be getting to everyone’s asks soon just been super busy with school but trust trust ill get them done as soon as possible!!!!! love yall so sososo much 

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LMFAOOOOOOOOO FUNNIEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN

i hope anyone in the 5sos fanfic fandom knows that me and @rip2mycarradio are genuinely best friends and have been for 3 years and we write these on the phone together and its a very bonding experience to have someone ask her to write something and go nevermind wrong person and ask me instead WHILE WE WERE ON CALL

i love my bff with all my heart

we are carrying this fandom singlehandedly

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lit

- My hallucination I used to see -

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hiii ovulation week is here and i need some kinky tyler joseph shit🙏 maybe the nsfw alphabet? anything would work thx i love u

nsfw alphabet < tyler joseph 3

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) : hes sooooooo gentle with you always, super big giver. hed do anything you needed in an instant just always wanting to take care of you and be there with you especially after something as intimate as that.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) : his favourite body part on himself woukf be probably his neck, he loves when you help him paint his neck as he paints his hands, but he likes even more the effect it has on you. you drool over the veins, the thickness, just everything about his neck knows drives you crazy and he feels good about that.

his favourite body part on you would be your lips, the way they look parted letting out moans, the way your lips fold into a cute smile, how they look wrapped around his cock. just everything about your puffy pink lips makes him feel hypnotized, like he can never look away.

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically... i’m a disgusting person) : hes definitely a cum all over your stomach kinda guy, hed like to watch your face as he does it just to see the shock and stupid smile that comes over you every single time. if you really wanted him to cum inside even just you expressing that would make him finish instantly 🤷‍♀️

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) : highkey loves being “used” like hed want you to just fuck yourself on him and talk about him like hes not even there. “mm’dick feels so good, m’favourite toy” youd whine out, nails scratching down his chest, hed get off so hard on that.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) : probably been with a few people before you but nothing too crazy, hed alllllwayyyysssss be telling you how youre the best hes ever had.

“shi-mm’best ive ever had baby” hed moan to himself not even realizing hes talking out loud as your body moves up and down on him. “mhm best youll ever have” you reassure him, making sure he knows he’ll never have anyone like you.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying. will probably include a visual) : ok its too much heres his top three LOL

1. genuinely anything where he can be eating your pussy, jesus christ does he love to just be in there for hours. literally does it for the love of the game, he cannot get enough of how you taste and how your thighs squeeze againts his skull.

2. any version of riding, facing him? god yes. look him in the eyes, slap him, let him just touch you, hes a happy camper. reverse cowgirl? yes pleaseeee. let him smack your ass, pull you back on him, feel up on your back, hes having a great time.

3. just plain old missionary, he wants to look at your face when he goes in, see how it contorts at the shock and stretch. “look a’me please-“ hed whimper as he gets closer begging you to look his way just for a second to make it feel real.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) : tyler is suchhhhh a romantic, sex to him is so special and serious. hed want you to take him seriously as this is a very emotional and vulnerable act for him to be doing with you.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) : lets just say his happy trail leads to the pot of gold LOL no but seriously i def think hes got a little bush down there nothing crazy like very well kept but he just doesnt like the look of being completely bald, and yeah its probably like a darkish brown colour. like sorry but this is the look of a man with a bush BYE.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) : hes sooooo intimate like insanely soft and connected, not once would you feel used with him. hed always make sure you know that hes doing it out of pure love for you, even the way he touches you feels like worship not lust.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon) : i feel like he really doesnt jerk off that often idk, i feel like he has so much composure and can always wait for the real thing. like seeing you gives him something to look forward to not to try and substitute if that makes sense. like itd be a rare occasion that hes so insanely horny that he cant wait but it happens sometimes.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks) : he likes to be slapped around a little, a light smack to the face to shut him up, slamming him against the wall when you really want him, yeah he eats that shit up like fucking no other.

l = location (favorite places to do the do) : just in the bed, probably best for sensory issues and just over all comfort, all alone, warm, just calm.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) : you making the first move, like showing that you want him and need him first is suchhhhh a turn on for him, he just wants to know you want him too :(

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) : anything to do with being super rough or hurting you, hed like that on him but he could neverrrr do that for you.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) : hes a munch munch munch, like i said earlier he literally eats pussy for the taste. thats how much of a munch he is. hed lay you on the bed begging to just let him do this, “cmon just for a little need t’taste it” hed sloppily say as he drags his cheek across your thigh.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) : hes sooooo slow and lazy with everything he does, always takes his time with you. its like impossible for him to be fast he knows he cant handle it, hed finish wayyyyy too quick if he did. sex with him is all slow deep strokes and wet kisses.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) : mmmm probably not most times but after a show his adrenaline is pumping, i mean what do you wnat him to do. after a show hed take you anywhere he could just to get off quick, but i think he mostly likes to take his time and relax while hes doing it.

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) : i feel like mostly no the craziest hed ever go is maybe like fucking in the bathroom or like while other people are home. he would 100% be up to experiment tho just ask him and hes up for it!!

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) : ill be honest probably not tooooo many he def gets overstimulated like QUICKLY and hed need alot of breaks if you did wanna go all night. hed be sooo fucked out hed need a nap some water a whole ass meal to be replenished but this doesnt mean he doesnt last long. just like one round he could make that last a whole hour, just fucking and stopping, fucking stopping, fucking and then stopping cause he doesnt wanna cum yet ykwim.

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) : i dont think hed have any for himself but hed sooooooo be down to use them on you, anything to make you feel good.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease) : hes not a tease in the slightest he has not nearly enough willpower to hold back that long, he however fucking lovessss to be teased (edged too SORRYYY) and would genuinely not even care if he never got to get off as long as youre having fun he could get off just from that.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make) : hes LOUDDDD loud. hes checking off all the boxes moaning? yes. whining? yes. whimpering? yes. hes soooo loud and hes not shy about it, sometimes he has to be quiet and just shoves his head in the crook of your neck just trying.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) : mask kink mask kink mask kink. OHHHHHH will he ever fuck you like a fucking maniac when he has his ski mask on. i mentioned this in my last tyler fic but it feels like the mask has a mind of it own, when he has it on hes fast and rough. youd be excited as youre not used to him being like this, but youd realize quickly that its too much “ah-too much cant take it” you squeal out as you try to scramble away only for him to hold you back on him as he shoves himself as deep as he can into your pussy pushing his limits as he bottoms you out. “sweet baby feels good though doesnt it?” looking at you trying to bring sympathy and lust to the surface.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) : big big big hes so big youd feel full after taking just half of his cock, it wouldnt take much for him to fill you up and just seeing your face when he pushes it in gives him the ego boost if his life.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?) : anytime you want it hes down, i wouldnt say its insanely high but just a little over average. like itd just take one little thing to flip his switch its at anytime, very random.

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward) : sex would make him more awake tbh, hed feel like he has soooooo much to do for you after hed wanna get up and do things for you, but other times hed wanna just lay down with you and play with your hair until you fall asleep.

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heyyy could u please do like the headcanons you did for Michael but for Ashton?? thanksss <3

of course!!! thank you so much for the ask💋

ashton irwin headcanons + p!links

suggestive/nsfw content ahead!!

- he is utterly obsessed with your thighs hed always just be grabbing them and squeezing them to keep his hands busy, i mean he is a drummer after all. hed have you on his lap, youre rolling your hips over his letting out soft moaning into his mouth as he drums miscellaneous beats across the plush of your thighs.

- sorry but do i HAVE to say anything like JESUS CHRIST thats made girls cry tears if joy before iykwim

- he fucks you fast and relentlessly.

youd be sprawled across the messy sheets of your shared bed and he holds your hips up to his, pummeling into you at alarming rates over and over. “fuck-m’god” youd squeak out as you feel the knots in your stomach loosening at how deep he is, and hed be doing all this with a stupid smile spread across his face.

you had already came all over him but hes just stuck in a daze “shit baby-cant stop” hed chuckle out, eyes fluttering to the back of his head as he continues to fuck you senseless leaving you a squirming mess under him.

- ashton isnt a particularly submissive or dominant guy i see him as almost like a soft dom kinda thing like hed fuck you to make you feel good and hed want all the pleasure to go to you even if you try to help him. hed want you to just give it up, relax and let him do his job if that makes sense.

- hes like mega strong hed love to pick you up and just have to in the most random places, he loves risks. hed hold you up against the shower wall never doubting himself, hed tryyyyy to convince you to do it on the balcony but you havent caved yet…

“ah-shit look at this pussy just sucking me right up” hed smile as he hold you up by your knees just watching himself sink right into your drenched pussy at the deepest angel he could get himself in. “m’please” your brains already shut off at this point hes so far into you all you feel is the water hitting you and his big hands across your thighs, god the way you look, he wishes this would last forever.

warning: p!links watch at your own risk!!

just wants you to take it

he loves to watch you bounce on him

gentle giant

those all gave me mega ash vibes anywho!! i hope i did good guys😭😭 thank you for the ask again i appreciate it so so much

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heyyyyy love love love the last oneshot! new request: 2025 harry smut

COLD SUNDAY

hi i’m SO sorry this took so long but it’s finally here!! warnings: fingering, lots of praise from harry. the ending is soooo shit i’m so sorry i never know!!!!

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it was the kind of day you both craved without realizing it. slow, quiet, and just yours.

the morning had started in that sun-drenched haze, all warm sheets and tangled limbs. harry had kissed you awake, slow and sleepy, his curls brushing against your cheek and his voice still heavy with sleep. it hadn’t taken much—just a soft “c’mere, love,” and a lazy graze of his hand beneath the hem of your shirt—to turn the moment into something intimate, something soft and slow and full of whispered i love yous. it wasn’t frantic, not rushed, not even close—it was just that sweet kind of love that feels like waking up in your favorite dream and deciding not to leave it.

now, hours later, the world outside was a blur of grey clouds and the occasional hush of passing cars, but inside harry’s flat, everything was still. quiet. calm. the TV glowed in front of you, playing some random nature documentary neither of you had really picked—you just liked the voiceover, the ocean sounds, the sense that time wasn’t moving.

you were curled in his lap, back leaned against his chest, your bare legs tangled over his. he’d thrown a hoodie over his boxers, arms wrapped lazily around your middle, his fingers gently resting on your stomach like they belonged there. and they did. his chin was propped on your shoulder, his breath steady and warm against your neck as he pressed the softest kiss just beneath your jaw every now and then, like he couldn’t help it.

“that’s a penguin, innit?” he murmured sleepily, pointing at the screen.

you squinted. “pretty sure that’s a puffin.”

“what’s the difference?” he mumbled, nuzzling closer.

“penguins don’t fly, babe,” you smiled. “puffins do.”

harry hummed in pretend shock, his lips brushing your skin. “well, color me educated.”

you giggled, your hand finding his and lacing your fingers together. “you really don’t pay attention to anything we watch, huh?”

“nah,” he said, lips now at your temple. “i’m watching you.”

you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed instantly. “you’re so cheesy.”

“you love it,” he said, squeezing your hand.

you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, settling in deeper into the curve of his body, perfectly molded to yours. “yeah,” you whispered. “i do.”

the puffins continued diving on screen, but harry’s mind was elsewhere, evidently so as his fingers slipped beneath the soft fabric of your hoodie, tracing lazy circles over the bare skin of your waist.

"is that so?" harry whispered, his voice a low, gruff whisper, his fingers moving higher up your ribcage, teasingly grazing the underside of your breast.

“yeah,” you spoke, gasping softly when you finally felt his fingers grazing your soft flesh, the skin around his finger already rising with goosebumps. you peered up at him through thick lashes, looking up at him with a lot more curiosity than before. you let his hands explore, not paying any mind to it. “it is so.”

harry’s touch grew more firm, his fingers tracing a lazy path up to cup your tit, the heat of his palm causing your skin to flush.

"mmm," he hummed, his gaze darkening even further as he observed the way you looked up at him, your eyes wide and filled with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. harry’s grip tightened, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple, feeling it harden beneath his touch, enjoying the way you writhed in his lap.

"puffin’s are cute, aren’t they?" he teased, his lips finding the sensitive spot between your shoulder and neck, nipping at it playfully.

“yeah, they are,” you spoke. harry truly loved when you got like this, trying to act casual, but it was hard; your breath coming out in soft, adorable pants, like a puppy, being a dead giveaway to your arousal. heat pooled in your belly as harry’s finger mindlessly played with your nipple, and you squirmed under his touch, your ass pressing against his already hard dick. “today’s been a good today.” you muttered, voice softer, a little more intimate. “i’ve missed your attention,”

harry knew that tone all too well, the tone you used when you were craving closeness, when you needed to be smothered with love and affection.

he smiled as he pulled you against him tighter, his arms encircling your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. "i can give you that," he murmured into your ear, his breath hot against your cheek.

his fingers traced lazy patterns over your stomach, moving lower and lower with each pass, seeking out the soft flesh of your inner thighs. he whispered the sweetest, dirtiest things in your ear, causing you to giggle and squirm a little more. harry was chuckling softly at the sound of your noises, the sweet, infectious sound of your giggle warming his heart. his fingers continued to trace wicked patterns against your skin, drawing languid circles over the fabric of your panties.

"you like that, baby?" he murmured, his lips finding the spot behind your ear, his teeth grazing the pulse point there.

“mmmhm,” you drawled, spreading your thighs a little further, feeling the excitement rise in your chest. “does this mean i get your full attention?”

"you have my full attention, baby," he murmured, his fingers teasing the edge of your panties, just barely grazing the already damp fabric. “you have no idea how much i’ve missed this," he murmured, his hand slipping beneath the fabric, his touch finding your tender flesh. harry had been busy lately—restless in that way he got sometimes, with a suitcase always half-packed and a spark in his eyes that meant he was itching to go somewhere, anywhere. he’d been traveling to all different kinds of places, not necessarily for work, just to see the world. he’d always been like that; curious, romantic about new cities, the kind of person who’d get excited about the smell of foreign spices in the air or the way the light hit cobblestone streets just right at sunset, and so you guys hadn’t had enough time to just be … alone.

“are you lying?” you wanted to tease, wanted to make a little joke to keep the tone light but you were quickly cut off by a soft whimper as his middle finger dipped barely between your folds, testing the waters and seeing how much you’d let him get away with. harry even chuckled at your question, his gaze fixed on the way you bit your lip, your body arching under his touch.

"you know i never lie to you," he murmured, his tone soft and reassuring as he leaned in to whispers in your ear. "couldn't focus on anything else."

his finger traced a lazy circle over your sensitive clit, the touch light and teasing. "see? i’m very focused on you right now."

you whimpered, hips jerking at the lazy circle, your body unprepared for the slightest tease. “you’re trembling,” harry murmured, his voice tender as he continued to toy with your sensitive flesh. he could feel your body trembling just slightly beneath his touch, the effect he had on you a constant reminder of just how much you needed him.

"y’like that?" he whispered, his finger pressing down on your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. “use your words, sweetheart.”

“yeah, i like that,” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation, lips parting in a gasp that hardly left your lips. harry knew your needs like the back of his hand, and despite his initial teasing, he was always eager to fulfill them.

his lips traced a path down the curve of your neck, peppering your skin with open-mouthed kisses that left a trail of warmth in their wake. his touch was firm now, his fingers circling your clit with growing pressure.

"that’s it, baby," he murmured, his voice rough and low. "let me take care of you."

“o—“ your single word sentence was cut off by a soft hiccup, catching your breath before speaking. “okay.”

harry relished in the sound of your surrender, his touch growing bolder, his fingers slipping lower, tracing over your hole.

"that’s my good girl," he murmured approvingly, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind your ear. "just relax and let me make you feel good."

he knew how to drive you crazy, how to bring you right to the edge and keep you there, suspended in a state of delicious torment. his touch was skilled and sure, each movement a testament to the connection the two of you shared. when you rolled your hips with a soft whine, letting him know that you were over the teasing, he found genuine amusement in it.

"eager, aren't we?" he murmured, his voice rough with desire. his finger teased your entrance for a moment before slowly sliding inside, the sensation drawing a guttural moan from his lips. "god, you're so tight," he whispered, his forehead pressed against your neck. his touch was firm but tender, seeking out those sweet noises from you.

feeling his finger inside you was a such an intense feeling of fulfillment that you couldn’t even begin to explain. your chest felt tight, just silently spreading your thighs just a little further, to allow him further access with a soft moan. the sound of sent a shiver down harry’s spine, the heat of your pussy around his finger enough to drive him wild.

"y’always so sensitive," he murmured, almost in awe, his voice thick with desire. he curled his finger, searching for that sweet spot inside you, his touch growing more insistent.

“always know how to take care of me,” you muttered, your voice stuck in a permanent whine, gasping softly as he curled his digit, the tip of his finger reaching dangerously close to your g-spot. having his finger inside you was making him genuinely dizzy, just feeling how wet you were and how beautifully you fit around your finger, was overwhelming, despite how many times he’d done this with you.

harry’s heart ached with admiration at your words, finding the whine in your voice to make his cock throb with the need for attention. "i know, baby," he murmured, his voice tender as he pressed his lips to the slope of your neck. "m’gonna take care of you."

his finger continued to pump in and out of you, the wet, silken feel of your gummy walls making his eyes threaten to roll. he knew exactly what you needed, and he was going to give it to you. that being said he continued to pump his finger in and out of you, adding a second digit, the sound of your gasps and moans like music to his ears.

you gasped at the sensation, hips jerking slightly, your head falling back against his shoulder, almost a sign of surrender.

"that’s it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "let me in, baby. let me give you what you need." he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, his movements quickening with the need to make you cum, his touch firm and skilled. he wanted to make you forget everything but him.

“harry—“ you gasped out his name as he curled his fingers, so deep inside you that he found that one spot that sent you into a completely different dimension.

his heart races at the sound of his name leaving your lips, his eyes fixed on your face as your body responds to his touch. “s’that it, baby?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough, his fingers pumping relentlessly. he knew exactly where that spongey little spot was, and he intended to hit it over and over again, until you were a trembling mess of pleasure.

you cried out softly, eyes slowly fluttering shut as your hand gripped his forarm, nails digging into his skin so hard, it was a shock that he didn’t bleed. your chest was tight, your stomach was even tighter—you were right there. he could sense you were on the verge of cumming, teetering on the edge and ready to fall. his touch grew even more insistent, his fingers moving with a deliberate purpose.

"that’s it, baby," he murmured into your ear, his voice rough and breathless. "let yourself go for me. let me… yeah. lemme take care of you.” he continued to target that spongy spot, his touch eager to bring you to the height of pleasure.

you came, hard, with a squeak and a gasp, your body trembling with the effort. his heart raced as he felt you cum all over his fingers, your noises being the most beautiful, and adorable sound he'd ever heard.

he held you close, his arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders. he could feel your body trembling against him, your release leaving you quivering in the aftermath.

"good job, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with affection. "there’s my good girl."

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[rip2mycarradio]

genuinely anything nsfw about josh pretty pleaseee

HOLDING ONTO YOU

sorry this so short,, been so busy!!! love ya!!! no warnings, also kinda unfinished, it’s not rly nsfw but i tried

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josh ran. like—ran ran.

the kind of guy who voluntarily woke up at 5 a.m., laced up his well-worn running shoes, and took off before the sun had even considered rising. marathons, trail runs, city loops—he loved it all. there was something about the rhythm, the discipline, the burn in his legs and the sound of his breath that he found… soothing. weirdly peaceful. he’d come back looking like he just conquered a mountain—flushed cheeks, glistening with sweat, eyes bright like he’d just stared down god and beat him in a sprint.

you? well, you were a little different.

you were possibly the least athletic person you knew, and proudly so. running made your head pound. sweating made your skin crawl. chafing? disgusting. breathing heavy for fun? you’d rather fight a bear. not to mention the way your hair stuck to your neck, your sports bra betrayed you halfway through, and you always somehow ended up with a rock in your shoe.

but despite every gross, sticky, miserable reason to hate running… there was something you did like.

seeing josh when he came back.

his shirt clung to his chest, soaked through and slightly darker in all the places you were definitely not staring at. his hair, already unruly, was pushed back from his forehead with sweat, the curls at his nape damp and messy. he always pushed open the front door with that breathless grin, like he knew exactly how ridiculous he looked—but didn’t care. panting, glowing, his chest rising and falling with effort, veins in his arms flexing as he reached for a water bottle or leaned over the counter to cool off.

and even though you’d wrinkle your nose and say something like, “ew, you smell like gym class and a regret,” there was always this tiny, dangerous part of you that found it… hot. infuriatingly hot.

sometimes he’d catch your eye as he peeled off his damp shirt, smirking like he knew the effect he had on you, even if you pretended to gag and fan the air.

“you wanna go for a run next time?” he’d ask, clearly teasing.

“yeah,” you’d deadpan, “straight to hell.”

but even then, you’d toss him a towel and let him press a kiss to your temple, sweaty and all.

and this morning was no different

you woke up to the faint sound of cabinet doors opening and closing, followed by the low sputter of the coffee machine kicking on. sunlight poured through the windows, golden and lazy, warming the sheets still tangled around your legs. the bed felt far too empty without him in it, but the smell of fresh coffee told you exactly where he was.

you padded downstairs, still in one of his old shirts, hair messy and eyes half-lidded with sleep.

there he was—josh, fresh from his run, standing in the kitchen with one hand braced on the counter and the other casually raking through his damp hair. his shirt clung to his back, still damp with sweat, and the waistband of his shorts dipped just low enough to make you blink a little harder.

“morning, sunshine,” he said without turning, sensing you before you spoke.

you grunted in response and rubbed your eyes. “you really get up and do this every day?”

he turned, holding out a mug for you, already knowing exactly how you liked it. “and every day you act, like.. personally offended by it.”

you took the mug, wrapping both hands around it. “i am personally offended. it’s rude. you’re setting the bar too high for the rest of us lazy people.”

he laughed, reaching out to tug at the hem of his shirt before catching sight of you in his shirt—way too big, hanging off one shoulder—and froze for a second. something shifted in his eyes, softened, warmed.

“you’re not lazy,” he murmured, stepping closer. “you’re just more… selective with your energy.”

“that’s the nicest way anyone’s ever called me inactive,” you said with a grin.

he leaned in, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. “but seriously,” he whispered, brushing his knuckles under your chin.

you barely had time to roll your eyes before his lips were on yours.

the kiss was slow at first—like he was still catching his breath. one hand held your waist while the other cradled the back of your head, pulling you in like you were the thing he’d been chasing all morning. his mouth was warm, a little salty from the run, and he tasted like the first sip of coffee and something distinctly josh—familiar, addictive.

your free hand found its way to his damp shoulder, fingers curling against the muscle there. he kissed you deeper, a soft hum leaving his throat as your bodies pressed together, like neither of you wanted to let go just yet.

“still smell like gym class,” you mumbled against his lips.

“you love it,” he whispered back, smiling against your mouth.

and maybe you did.

just a little.

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[rip2mycarradio]

god i love fanfiction

[rip2mycarradio]

could you do a miss possessive (tate mcrae) fic for harry??

do whatever you want with it, smutty if you think it fits right

MISS POSSESSIVE

THIS IDEA IS SOOO GOOD THANK U!!!! no warnings, just some ass grabbing from harry heh…

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the lake party was buzzing—warm air thick with the scent of sunscreen, charcoal smoke, and the unmistakable pulse of a summer playlist echoing off the water. people were everywhere: draped across dock chairs, clinking bottles, slipping in and out of the lake like it was their second skin. harry had his shirt off, sunglasses on, curls damp from a dip, and that stupid, perfect smile plastered across his face as he laughed with some girl near the dock.

you watched from the back porch, drink in hand, your jaw tight. she was tall, tan, laughing too loud at a joke he hadn’t even finished, her hand lingering a little too long on his arm.

you knew harry loved you. he made that clear in a thousand quiet ways. but still—watching someone else try to sink their claws into what was yours stirred something hot and sour in your chest.

“you gonna burn a hole through the back of his head with that stare?” someone joked behind you.

“might,” you muttered, already setting your drink down.

harry turned toward you just as you walked over, and you slipped your arm casually—deliberately—around his waist, fingers dragging just under the waistband of his swim trunks. he raised an eyebrow, amused, his arm curling around your shoulders with ease.

“hey, babe,” he said, leaning to press a kiss to your temple, lips lingering. “you good?”

“mhm,” you said sweetly, staring directly at the girl as you smiled like a wolf in lipstick. “just thought i’d come say hi. didn’t want to interrupt anything.”

harry smirked, eyes flicking between you and her, fully aware of the tension. “we were just talkin’ about the water. she asked if it’s cold.”

“oh, how thoughtful,” you replied, voice smooth as honey. “i’m sure you had so much to say.”

the girl blinked, gave a tight smile, and—thank god—made up some excuse about needing another drink before disappearing into the crowd.

harry looked down at you, grinning now. “you’re jealous.”

“shut up.”

“you are,” he said, tugging you closer with both arms now, practically hugging you from the side. “s’cute.”

you elbowed him lightly in the ribs. “you let her touch you for too long.”

“she touched my arm, love, not my—”

“harry.”

“okay, okay,” he laughed, nuzzling into your neck just to be annoying. “you wanna go inside for a sec? kitchen’s quiet.”

you rolled your eyes, but followed him in anyway, slipping past a few people until the two of you were alone in the little lake house kitchen, the screen door creaking shut behind you.

he turned to face you, leaning against the counter. “didn’t like seein’ someone else talk to me?”

you crossed your arms. “i know she was into you.”

“well, that’s unfortunate,” he said, pushing off the counter and walking over. “’cause i’m into you.”

he stopped in front of you, hands settling lightly on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles through the fabric of your sundress.

“you know that, right?” he said, softer now. “every single time. it’s you. girl could’ve stripped naked and jumped in the lake and i still would’ve looked for you.”

you didn’t say anything at first, your jaw clenched, lips twitching like you were trying not to smile.

“besides,” he added, dropping his voice, “i think your little jealous streak is sexy.”

“harry—”

“what?” he grinned, dipping his head until your noses brushed. “you get all hot when you’re mad.”

you laughed then, pushing him back playfully, but he didn’t budge. just slid his arms around you again, holding you tight as he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then finally your lips—slow and lingering, like he wanted to prove it.

harry’s hands rested lightly on your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles along the soft fabric of your sundress, like he was memorizing every inch of you again. his green eyes flicked up, catching yours with that familiar mischievous glint—the one that said he knew exactly how much you were simmering beneath the surface.

“still mad?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, like he was enjoying every second of watching you squirm.

you huffed, trying to keep your cool, but your cheeks were betraying you, flushed and warm. “i’m not mad,” you said, voice a little too sharp to be convincing. “i just… didn’t like the way she was looking at you. like you were some prize she could just take.”

he chuckled softly, the sound rumbling against your skin, and took a slow step closer, narrowing the space between you two until you could feel the heat radiating from him. “yeah?” he murmured, his lips curling into that infuriating, charming smile. “well, good thing i already belong to someone, huh?”

you rolled your eyes but didn’t step back. “harry,” you warned, voice low now, the heat rising in your chest. “don’t get too cocky.”

“what?” he said innocently, though his hands slid a little lower on your hips, fingers tightening just a fraction, grounding you to him. “i’m just saying, i’m very taken. painfully taken.”

you blinked at him, caught off guard by the softness in his voice, the sincerity that always seemed to melt you completely. “yeah,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

“you’re adorable when you’re jealous,” harry teased, dipping his head so his nose brushed along your cheek.

you tried to hide the small smile tugging at your lips, but you failed miserably. “you’re annoying.”

“guilty,” he said, voice dropping, breath warm against your skin. “an’ you’re mine.”

those two words hung in the air between you like a promise, like a challenge, like everything you wanted to hear and more.

before you could think twice, your hands were on his neck, pulling him toward you like gravity itself had changed. your lips met his in a kiss that was slow at first—soft and testing, like you were both savoring the moment, the taste of each other. but then it deepened, fierce and urgent, heat building as his hands slipped lower, fingers pressing firmly into your hips.

you gasped against his mouth when his thumb brushed over the sensitive skin at your waist, and harry’s lips curved into a smug smile you could feel even through the kiss.

he backed you up against the kitchen counter, his body warm and steady behind you, anchoring you in place. your heart hammered in your chest as you kissed him harder, tongue sliding against his in a delicious dance that left you dizzy.

harry groaned into your mouth, one hand moving up to cup the back of your neck, holding you close, while the other drifted lower, fingers grazing the curve of your ass in a way that made you shiver.

you bit his bottom lip gently, tugging on the pink flesh, and he shuddered, a low, hungry sound escaping him. “fuck, you’re something else,” he murmured, voice thick with want.

“you like that?” you teased, breathless, nipping at his jawline.

“more than you know,” harry whispered, sliding his hands a little more boldly, pulling you impossibly closer.

time seemed to slow, the world shrinking until it was just you two—the heat between your bodies, the mingled breaths, the racing heartbeats syncing up perfectly.

finally, you broke apart, foreheads resting together, both of you gasping for air but smiling like idiots.

“jesus,” harry said, voice rough but full of laughter. “remind me to make you jealous more often.”

you nudged him playfully with your nose. “don’t push your luck, babe.”

he grinned, capturing your knuckles in his hands and pressing a soft kiss to them. “never. now—wanna go back out there and watch everyone pretend they didn’t just hear us snog in their kitchen?”

you laughed, the tension dissolving into warmth and something softer, something like home. “yeah. let’s give ‘em a show.”

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i hope this was okay babe, love ya!!

[rip2mycarradio]

crush

she looks like she works with her hands

and smells like marlboro reds

pairing: farmhand!abby x femme!farmers daughter!reader yeah yeah CLICHE but i yearn to be touched by a big cowgirl sue me

warnings: lotsssss of pet names, fingering, cunnilingus, barn sex?, fluffy mega gay sex idk🐇

youve always held an fascination for abby, the strong girl. stood well over six feet and could pick up a hay bail with ease.

it was a sweltering july afternoon in the heart of texas so you thought youd do her a favour, putting on your prettiest dress and your shiniest boots and going down to make her a fresh glass of lemonade. after making the sweetest glass you could, you began to make your way out the door and on out to greet her.

youd notice her from a mile away, the way her thick forearms glisten with sweat from holding the weight of your horse back as she walks her back to the stable. “hey abby!! you got a sec’?” you almost squeal as you ran up to her. “hey missy, what’cha got for me” she smirks knowing youve got something hidden behind your back.

your grin widens knowing shes caught you already and you wanna give in “oh nothin.. just a freshly squeezed glass of lemonade just for you!” as she reaches to grab it your manicured fingers brush against her rough and dirtied up ones. “awh baby you shouldnt’ve” her words made you almost shiver.

ok so you have a secret, youve thought abby was cute since last summer but you never really thought anything of it. you thought all her petnames and sneaky touches were just a thing girls did, but its all coming to a breaking point now.

“do ya mind if i stay with you for a bit?” you look up at her with hearts in your eyes barely being able to focus on anything but her impressive figure. “course’ya can darlin’ just dont get me in trouble with the boss” she chuckles before placing the toothpick she was chewing on prior to your arrival back in between her teeth.

shit. you forgot she worked for your father.

so how you ended up sitting on the edge of the stall door as abby nipped and sucked at your dainty jaw was a mystery to you both.

“god-cant believe i was able to hold back this long” she muttered along your skin, the thin strap of your little dress slipping down your shoulder as she felt and squeezed along your hips, pushing the hem up slightly as if almost asking a question.

you sat there like this was heaven and shes barely even touched you yet.

your hands rested on her belt buckle trying to hold yourself down “m’abby please” you whined impatiently as you yank her forward. “so cute, ‘course sugar” she planted one last kiss to your lips before nodding down at her hands that rested over her thighs.

you sighed placing your hands over hers “yeah.. want you, all a’you” and so she raised the fabric just above your hips giving herself access to whatever you needed. “really baby?” she chuckles lowly at the reveal of your panties that blankly say across the front sunday in cute bubbly letters and colours. god you wish you could just shrivel up and die- “such a fucking sweetheart huh?” she says through gritted teeth now quickly moving her thumb to graze over your clothed clit.

this drew a soft moan of relief, quickly drawing you out of your embarrassed state, she placed her hand across your lower back to keep you stable as she does so. she does this for awhile just to tease you, and also to see that wet patch on your white panties grow a little more.

“need y’fingers now” she scoffed a little at your plea in shock that youre the one bossing her around, but who is she to say no right? so of course, she pulls them down by the sides to dangle off your ankles and quickly they hit the rotting wood.

i dont think you were expecting the stretch to be this much, when abby pushed her two fingers into you, you began to realize that this was gonna be a challenge. “gosh abby- so big, too big” you mutter with urgency. “nono sweetheart you can take it i know you can” she pumps them in and out at an almost excruciating pace.

her words make your stomach flip and raise your legs to sit around her waist, the pain faded into nothing but need “fuckfuck so deep-go faster please?” you say politely as your hands flew to the nape of her neck pulling her to your mouth.

she tasted like cigarettes and lemonade.

“only cause you used your manners” you felt her smirk on your lips, as you left sloppy open mouthed kisses on her mouth she quickened her pace. the tips of her fingers slamming right where you needed it, you let out a loud moan into her throat. your breathing is becoming unstable, youre too loud now, when she suddenly pulls out.

“wha-no, please abs m’being good” you ramble onto her lips feeling empty, but through your fluttery glances all you see is her tall frame getting lower and lower to the ground. “youre gonna cum in a minute baby calm down..just wanna taste you” she spoke softly onto the wetness of your pussy, leaving sloppy kisses on her.

she began to lick stripes down your slit, the way she moved her tongue youre sure shes done this a million times, at this point you were so close from before that everything felt so good so fast. “moreee” you dragged out with a breathless moan. she took this seriously.

picking your thighs up to place around her neck, she was smothering herself in your dripping pussy, the noises coming from the barn are obscene and the thought of someone from your family hearing or seeing anything is haunting you but none of that matters now.

“ohmy-g’na cum-“ your words strung together like a broken puzzle, she took this as her cue to pull out all her tricks. she sucked on your clit with a steady pace as her finger shoves it way through the tight space. it all just became too much.

you let out a squeaky string if misplaced moans and whines as you came all over her chin, after she licked you all clean she came up for a soaked kiss. “howd i do?” she said with a crooked grin and eyes blissed out.

you could get used to this