#harris 24

[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

Kamala Harris 2024!

[cayomuchacha]

sadly it seems a vocal plurality of americans will simply always prioritize their material security over the lives of others.

you know, until harris actually makes concrete acceptable progressions wrt Palestine, until that happens KAMALA HARRIS CAN CHOKE, because, well ONE SHOULDN’T THINK that a military expansionist apartheid regime and genocidal rogue state such as israel deserves ANY right to “self defense” in a clear obfuscation of israel’s violative, menacing, authoritarian, expansionist and so clearly the antithesis of a self defensive position in the region.

I really, really don’t think any well meaning Democrat should so calmly accept such unacceptably condoning rhetoric of a pariah state committing genocide. We must demand from and hold accountable our leaders to the ideals from which we draw our collective power as a democracy.

:3 no respect for treaties with genocidal states! in breaking decency and humanity they thereby break the treaties! Which necessarily invoke propriety and good faith relations. please dont act like you liberals actually believe in treaty law now when you keep so quiet over broken treaties with Cuba, Hawai`i, Native Sovereign Nations, and beyond.

fuck you uncaring americans who only wish to elect a democrat so you can tune out from political engagement. many of us aren’t granted that luxury

[consciouscarrot]

day 11 - medical kink/doctor x patient [r.lupin]

remus lupin x fem!reader

content warnings; dub/con, innocence, abuse of power (remus), so many pet names, vaginal fingering, p in v, basically ‘hysteria’, very unrealistic loss of virginity (next to no pain mentions, remus doesn’t go slow etc), r thinks she’s been wetting herself slightly but she’s just horny and wet lol, age gap (r is 18, remus’ age is undisclosed but he’s a licensed doctor)

notes; (unintentionally) the longest fic i’ve even written by far, oh my god my thumbs hurt. all likes, comments and reblogs much appreciated. as always mdni

part 2

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you’d been guided into the empty room at the doctors office by the bored receptionist, her muttering something about the doctor joining you soon, and to take a seat.

it had been a few minutes since then, you were sat carefully on one of the patients chairs, grasping nervously at the cross hanging between your breasts. the ticking of the clock only amplified your nerves, leg bouncing as you stared at the door, imaging all the ways this appointment could go wrong.

you jumped when the door opened, doctor lupin walked in, smiling widely as he shut and locked the door behind him.

“hello, it’s lovely to see you again, y/n,” he sat down at his chair, not taking his eyes off of you.

you nodded along, not trusting your voice just yet, nails now digging into your bare thighs, skirt shifting higher up your legs.

“now, i was told that you’d been having some female problems, could you tell me more about that?”

avoiding eye contact, you chewed on you lip before attempting to explain your embarrassing situation, “i- um, i’ve been having some- some weird feelings, y’know uh, down there,” you mumbled.

“okay, how long has this been going on for, hm?”

“a few weeks, maybe. it’s- it’s on and off though, not all the time,” what you refused to mention, was that whenever you were experiencing these feelings, was when you were thinking about your hot new doctor.

“yeah? so around the time that i saw you last? why didn’t you mention anything then, sweetheart? it seems to be bothering you an awful lot,”

oh my gosh, this was the most mortifying moment of your life. how on earth were you supposed to tell him that the weird sensations only started happening since you met him.

you’d had to change doctors after you moved house, still living at home with your parents, and had met dr lupin for a standard checkup. you’d instantly become a stuttering mess- much like you were now- at how attractive he was.

you weren’t sure how to answer his question, cheeks flaming, and almost sighed in relief when he clearly pitied you enough to ask something different.

“do you think you could describe what the weird feelings are like, honey? are they painful?” he asks, face twisted in concern.

“no they don’t hurt, it’s like- tingly, i think. feels throbby and uncomfortable. it um-,” you shifted in your seat, eyes locked on your mary-jane clad feet.

“it’s okay, take your time,”

“it makes me pee a little, i keep having to change my- my underwear,” you eyes began to sting in humiliation, knowing that if your parents found out that you’d been wetting yourself at the age of 18, they’d never speak to you again.

“sh, sh there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. are you sure it’s pee? or is it thicker, maybe a clearish-white?”

“yeah, it’s just like that, and it’s sticky too,”

“i think i know the problem, y/n. it’s easily treated, but you’ll need regular treatments with me to keep it contained, okay?” he wheeled his chair closer to his desk, typing something in his computer, nodding when you meekly said okay.

you were beyond relieved that you were going to be okay, that you wouldn’t have to confess your sins to the priest and your parents, that you could be cured by your nice doctor.

“alright, i need you to fully undress, get into this gown and lay down on the bed for me, then we can start the first session,” he gave you no room for arguments, handing you a pale blue hospital gown and turning back to his computer.

you shuffled over to the bed, slowly undressing and blanching at the thought of him seeing you borderline naked. your family were very christian and at a young age you had promised to never ruin yourself, especially not before marriage. you’d never been allowed any boyfriends growing up, always heavily punished if you’d been caught even looking at a boy for too long.

you’d since learnt your lesson, only having girl friends, steering clear of anyone outside of the church and keeping your head down in public. the idea that dr lupin would be seeing you down there, was enough to bring you close to tears.

you peered over your shoulder periodically, nervous that he’d turn around and catch a peep of your bare skin.

slipping into the gown, you climbed onto the bed, laying back as you called out to him that you were ready.

you watched dr lupin set up, snapping on his gloves and sanitising various terrifying looking equipment on his metal table.

“just need you to pop your feet in the stirrups, lovely girl,”

you carefully did as he said, legs spread wide and feeling oh so vulnerable, but terribly scared of disappointing him. you hated it, but a small part of you was loving the way his hands gripped your ankles when he strapped you in, murmuring reassurances about it being for everyone’s safety, thumb stroking along your delicate skin.

eventually, he stood between your legs, blue gloved hands hovering above your private parts, “is it okay if i start? i’ll need to touch you.”

you nodded your consent, breath hitching as he made contact with your very inner thigh, fingertips sliding closer to where the problem originated, his eyes never leaving the area.

“are you having those feelings now? you’re all wet, love,”

a tear finally slipped free, cooling your burning cheeks as you turned your head away, shame consuming you.

“oh baby, it’s okay, i’m gonna help you, you want me to make you feel better?”

you nodded, finally looking up at him with salty tears glittering in your pretty eyes, wanting nothing more than this horrible feeling to go away. you wanted dr lupin to make you all better.

his digits glide over your pussy, your warm slick coating them. you whimper when he hits your sensitive clit, legs twitching in response. the taste of iron coated your tongue, biting down as a pathetic effort to try and keep quiet, mindful of other patients in the waiting room just down the hall.

he slowly started circling it, free hand going to press at your throbbing hole, “fuck, you really aren’t very well, are you poppet? s’alright, i have just the thing to make you feel good again, it’ll fix you right up,”

you cried out when a finger entered you, tight walls spasming around the foreign object. sobbing and shaking, so overcome with pleasure with him working you up to your fast approaching orgasm. you let out a sharp gasp, confused as to what was happening to your body. you were losing control of your movements, and you began to worry that you were being possessed by a demon.

those thoughts were cleared from your mind when you came with a squeal, thighs closing around his hands in an effort to get the overwhelming pleasure to stop. you were astounded that something medical could feel so amazing, or even that it was possible to feel like this at all. you felt very lucky that you had such a good doctor, even if he made you feel flustered.

already, the feeling deep in your belly was starting to be satiated, but you really hoped that there would be more treatment today, as it still lingered and you desperately needed to feel that bliss again.

when he pulled his fingers away, he could see the white substance ringed around them, arousal fluid still connecting your heat to him in strings. his erection was pulsing against his trousers, dampening the fabric there as he tried to hold back from corrupting you too much.

oh well, too late now.

he whispered praises to you, rubbing your thighs and smearing your cum all over them as he tried to calm you down, smiling softly when you reopened your eyes.

“that was intense, huh? you did so well for me, just need one more from you, then you’re all done for today. i know, it’s a lot, but it’s really important that we fully complete the treatment, especially seeing as you shook so much,”

you nodded hazily, head much too clouded in pleasure to be able to take in what he was saying. you’d never felt that good in your life, and you supposed that it was a good thing that you’d gone to the doctors first instead of the priest, feeling much better already.

still so caught up in your mind, you didn’t pay any attention to what dr lupin was doing, not noticing him snapping off his gloves before unbuckling his belt and pulling out his reddened cock.

“this piece of equipment is really gonna make a lot of difference in your recovery,” he said, rubbing his tip along your puffy entrance, groaning quietly when it caught, slipping inside slightly.

you moaned loudly when he finally pushed in, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the mixture of pleasure and pain.

dr lupin had to hold still for a moment, trying to hold back from giving you a creampie already at the sight of your virgin blood staining his cock, pearly white and crimson mixing to create a rosy pink that coated him.

checking that you were doing okay, he pulled out until only his tip was left inside of you. fingers grasping at your waist, hard enough that he knew it would leave plum coloured bruising, remus gave you no warning before he began to pound into you, letting out guttural groans as your back arched off the bed.

the clinical paper ripped beneath you, his hips slapping against you, the two of you moaned, fully giving up on staying quiet, getting lost in the feel of each other.

his rough hands grabbed at your ass, tugging you towards him with each thrust, sweat collecting along his hairline. his eyes switched between looking at your face and your pussy, tears still spilling over with a heated face, pussy covered in your shared fluids, throbbing around him.

feeling your high building up again, he held back his own, wanting to finally release together, he lifted a hand off of your ass, circling steadily over your little button to push you over the edge.

the band coiling inside of you finally snapped, and you whimpered as you squirmed around, body shaking uncontrollably. your nails dug into the sides of the bed, trying to hold on as he worked you through your orgasm, groaning out as he too let go.

you felt his hot cum spurting inside of you, moaning at the new feeling, praying internally that this would never end. your previously arched back fell down as your orgasm ended, aftershocks still wracking your body. you were happy that he had gotten to feel this good too, even if you didn’t understand what that fluid was, or why he’d felt pleasure as well.

breathless, his body involuntarily folded itself over in exhaustion, slumping down onto yours. he tried to catch his breath, feeling your chest expand and collapse underneath his face, heart beating wildly.

he slid he cock out of you, and you were just about lucid enough to notice this time that the piece of equipment was attached to his body. you thought it was quite handy to have something so useful joined onto him, wondering if that was a part of the training to become a doctor.

hot cum poured out of your abused hole, trailing down onto the ripped up clinical paper, soaking the already damp material. remus pulled it out from under you, binning it before grabbing a couple of baby wipes from a nearby drawer.

“good girl, did amazing for me, baby. y’might just be my best patient,”

he wiped you down, soothing you when you jolted from the cold feeling of the wipes, unstrapping your ankles, then guiding you into slowly standing and redressing, turning away when necessary but occasionally peering over his shoulder to catch glimpses of your pretty body.

“i think we’ll book you in for another session, let’s say two days from now? is 6:00pm alright with you?” he asked when you were ready to leave.

you quickly agreed, already excited for the next appointment. he helped you out to the car park where your parents were already waiting for you, ignoring the dirty look the receptionist gave the two of you, patiently holding you up as you stumbled along, before subtly patting at your bum, telling you that he can’t wait to see you again.

part 2

[ultravioletbrit]

“celebrate” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 432 words

“James?” Regulus asks nervously.

“Yes, love?”

“Do you… would you… I wanted…” Regulus fumbles over his words.

“Reg?” James puts his hand on Regulus’ bouncing knee and Regulus takes a deep breath.

“I didn’t know if maybe… if you wanted to do something… special on Friday?” Regulus forces the question out, trying not to sound as stupid as he feels.

“Oh…err… sure, if you want.” James looks a little confused. “Any particular reason you want to do something Friday?” James asks, and now Regulus feels really stupid.

This is Regulus’ longest relationship. He’s never made it to six months, and he didn’t know what to expect. Maybe six months isn’t as important as he thought. But it feels important to Regulus, and he just wanted to do a nice dinner or something. But now he feels stupid for even bringing it up.

“Err… no… erm…” Regulus shakes his head and stands up from the couch. “Never mind.” He mumbles and starts to walk away.

James catches his wrist and pulls him back down beside him.

“Hey, no. I just didn’t know if there was a reason you wanted to do something on Friday?” James asks again.

“No. It’s stupid. Never mind.” Regulus tries to stand up again but of course, James doesn’t let him get far, pulling him even closer this time.

“We can definitely do something special on Friday.” James tells him, rubbing circles on the back of Regulus’ hands. “For our anniversary, right?” James asks.

Regulus shrugs pathetically, looking down at his lap. James lifts a hand to Regulus’ chin and tilts his head up.

“I was only curious if there was a reason you wanted to celebrate on Friday, that’s all.” James says sweetly.

“Erm… because it’s our anniversary?” Regulus says, confused because didn’t they just establish that?

“Our anniversary’s on Saturday.” James says simply.

“No. It’s Friday.” Regulus corrects him.

“No. It’s Saturday.” James says with a little chuckle.

“James, you asked me out on the 8th.” Regulus tells him.

“Yeah… but you didn’t say ‘yes’ until the 9th.”

“I… oh.” Is all Regulus can manage to say.

“Now,” James says and pulls Regulus onto his lap. “I have some surprises planned for Saturday, but we can absolutely celebrate on Friday also.”

“No. That’s stupid.” Regulus mumbles as he buries himself in James’ chest, hiding his face that is probably several shades of red.

“Nope. We’re doing it!” James says excitedly. “And I’m disappointed with myself that I didn’t think of it first. So…” James starts talking about what they should do on Friday and Regulus feels so stupidly happy as he cuddles impossibly closer to James.

[raekensluver]

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟷 — ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋ

october 21st | george weasley x fem!reader

contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, hand kink, fingering, dirty talk, multi orgasms.

word count: 1.1k

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george's knuckles grazed your clit, and you gasped, your eyes locked onto his as he pushed two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out with a slow, deliberate rhythm. your walls clenched around him, and he chuckled lowly at the way you responded to his touch, the way your body begged for more.

his thumb traced circles around your entrance as he pumped, the friction building into a crescendo of pleasure. your breaths grew shorter, your chest heaving with anticipation. george's hand looked so good, so right, doing this to you. the way his fingers curled, the way his palm pressed against you, it was like watching a master at work.

the sight of his hand disappearing into your wetness was almost too much to handle. your eyes remained glued to the visual feast, watching as he withdrew and plunged back in, a silent rhythm that spoke of his desire for you. your legs quivered, and you felt the familiar tightness coiling in your belly, signaling the approach of your climax.

his pace quickened, and with a whimper, you shattered around his fingers, your body convulsing with waves of ecstasy. the intensity washed over you, leaving you breathless and boneless, a trembling mess of pleasure beneath him.

seeing your reaction, george couldn't help but grin, his eyes alight with mischief. "i think i might have found a new way to drive you wild," he murmured, kissing along your jawline as he withdrew his hand, which was still glistening with your arousal. "you're so beautiful when you come like that, darling."

his hands began to wander again, exploring every inch of your body with a newfound enthusiasm. you watched, entranced, as his fingers danced over your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples before trailing down your stomach and back to the apex of your thighs. each touch sent a shiver through you, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from the sight of his long, lean digits as they played with your sensitive flesh.

his hands cupped your breasts, lifting and squeezing, and you arched into the touch, your eyes fluttering closed briefly before snapping open again to keep watching. the way his thumbs grazed your skin, the way his knuckles brushed against your inner thighs, it was like an electric current running through your veins, setting you alight with every movement.

"george," you breathed, your voice thick with need. "keep…keep doing that."

his grin grew wider as he complied, his thumbs continuing their merciless dance over your peaked nipples. "you like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "you love my hands on you."

his palms slid down to your waist, his fingers digging in slightly as he pulled you closer to him. you could feel his hardness pressing against you, and the thought of him inside you made your pulse race even faster. his hands moved down to your hips, guiding them in a slow, tantalizing rhythm that had you grinding against his thigh.

"yes," you moaned, your voice a desperate whisper. "yes, i love your hands, george."

his eyes darkened with arousal at your words, and he began to move his hands more purposefully, his fingers tracing the curves of your body with a possessive touch that sent your senses reeling. his thumbs slid down to your clit again, flicking it back and forth as he held you in place with his strong grip on your hips. your breath hitched, and you squirmed under the onslaught of sensation, your body begging for more.

his hands were everywhere, it seemed. one moment, they were tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck for his hungry kisses; the next, they were skimming down your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. the way his fingers danced over your skin was mesmerizing, a silent symphony of lust that had you writhing and gasping for air.

you couldn't get enough of his touch. it was like you'd been starving for it, craving the feeling of his calloused hands on your body, bringing you to the brink of pleasure and then pulling back just enough to keep you there, suspended in a state of delicious agony. his hands were a revelation, a new language that your body understood all too well.

his fingers found their way back to your clit, now swollen and sensitive from your recent orgasm. he applied just the right amount of pressure, rubbing in tight circles that had you lifting your hips off the bed, silently begging for more. you could feel another climax building, the tension in your body coiling tighter with every stroke.

his other hand moved to your inner thigh, his thumb ghosting along the slick folds of your sex. the combination of his rough thumb pad and the gentle caress of his knuckles against your skin was intoxicating, making you quiver and whine with pleasure. you reached down to grip his wrist, urging him to go faster, harder, needing to feel him push you over the edge again.

his eyes never left yours as he worked his magic, reading the desperation in your gaze like an open book. his fingers moved in time with your breaths, syncing to the rhythm of your need. every time you thought you couldn't possibly get any closer, he'd add a new twist, a different pressure point, taking you even higher.

you couldn't help but admire the way his hands looked, so strong and capable, yet gentle and tender when they touched you. the way his wrist bent, the muscles flexing as he manipulated your body into submission. it was as if those hands were made just for this, to bring you pleasure beyond measure.

his thumb pushed against your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you spiraling. your nails dug into the sheets as your hips rocked against his hand, the friction driving you wild. you felt yourself building towards that peak again, the one you'd just barely crested moments ago.

your eyes never left his, the connection between you palpable, a silent communication of desire and need. his eyes darkened, smoldering with passion as he watched the effect he had on you. his hand moved faster, his fingers plunging in and out of you with a fervor that matched the pounding of your heart.

your body responded to his every touch, your muscles clenching around his digits, begging for more. you felt the warmth building in your core, the tension coiling like a spring about to snap. "george," you panted, his name a plea on your lips. "I'm…I'm…going to…"

his hand didn't stop, didn't falter, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushed you closer to the precipice. "that's it, darling," he encouraged, his voice thick with need. "let go for me."

and with that final whisper of encouragement, you did. you shattered again, your body bowing under the weight of your climax. the room was a blur of sensation and color, the only clear point in your vision the sight of his hand, still working you, still bringing you pleasure beyond what you'd ever thought possible.

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[1st-n-front]

Harris-Walz 2024. LET’S F’N GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[popularculturesource]

🎃 POPULARCULTURESOURCE’S 2024 HALLOWEEN CELEBRATION 🎃

HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERER'S STONE (2001) dir. Chris Columbus

[shrimpalbuspotter]

I feel like people forget Severus was in his early 30s for majority of the books. That was not a man who had experienced many years of growing and thinking, now just content to reminisce on the past every so often. His wound was fresh when we saw him, especially with how wizards age. He was still deep in the festering stages of experiencing trauma. So yes, by god was that man full of pure unbridled rage and aggression for the people who had wronged him. He hadn't even disinfected the scar yet.

[witheredoffherwitch]

Every now and then, I venture onto Twitter to gauge the vibes, and each time it catches me off guard, ngl 💀

If you thought the locals' obsession with Viserys being a great dad and ruler was weird, wait till you hear about the Jacemond crossover gaining popularity 😭

[jeonwonwoo]

JACAERYS VELARYON House of the Dragon — 1.10: The Black Council

[webbluvrsugar]

THE PRETTIEST METHOD OF BETRAYAL.

TOM RIDDLE - KINKTOBER 24 — OCT.13TH — M.LIST.

cw: dark magic, corruption, coercion

“You’re a fool.”

He bluntly tells you, you’re standing with your back to him, breathing anxiously as his chest is flushed to your back. You can feel him watching you, watching every reaction you make, every little thing you do, he’s there to watch you.

“You don’t want to join me? I’m giving you a chance.” He’s a little more aggressive now, his fingers curve into the wooden desk he holds on to, successfully trapping you in.

“A chance of what?” You retort, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Of living.” He points out, your brows perk up. “You’re a mudblood, when I release that beast, you can be with me or die against me.”

He speaks of you as if you’re in a lower level than him — he’s being a hypocrite — he thinks, his dirty mother was a mudblood too, either way, you do not need to know that.

“Why would you want a mudblood fighting for your name? Staining your name.” You finally turn around to look at him, so close to him that you could almost kiss.

“Because, unfortunately, you’re one of the brightest witches I’ve ever known.” Smart, he’s getting to you. “And because you’ve managed to put a… curse around my heart.”

Not exactly, but the lie will work if he’s trying to convince you to turn to him and defy all your morals, to embrace the dark within you.

“A poison.” He leans in, his lips almost touching your ear. “A curse so painful that I can barely breathe when you’re not in the same room.” His fingers move from the desk to your wrist, gripping it painfully.

“I could teach you more than you know.” He claims.

“And what do I not know?”

“The dark, the things that can’t be forgiven,” his lips finally touch the flesh below your ear. “how to make someone bend to your will with a simple flick of your wand.”

“I don’t desire to empower people.” You mention, he presses a kiss on your pulse point, it sends shivers down your back. “You do.”

“You’re right.” He chuckles. “And when I rule, witches and wizards will have a better future,” he nips at your skin, you arch your back against the wood. “away from that filthy race of yours.” His lips latch around your neck, sucking a hickey on your untouched skin.

It’s tricky.

You can either die a hero and fight with your friends against him or succumb into temptation and live a ‘peaceful’ life with love, but even living would just be enough.

Merlin, what are you doing?

This is wrong on so many levels, but you don’t care, his lips are going further and further down to your neckline, and then down to your cleavage.

“Fine.” You speak, hushed and quiet as if you don’t want anyone to hear you.

“Fine?” He pulls away, smirks.

“I’ll fight for you.” You nod.

One of his hands meet your chin, cupping it and raising your head so your eyes meet his, one of his finger prod at your lips, you part them slightly, he slides it in and past the flesh as if to humiliate you further, corrupt you even more with his dirty fingers.

“Good.”

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[w2soneshots]

could you do something like the 24hr karting race and shes a driver for senor frogs, she finishes her stint and then like the new video they couldnt find the bed in the rv or whatever so they go into quadrants and theres only one bed and both her and harry need sleep si they have to share?? sorry im so bad at explaining

We’ll have to share -W2S

words: 1.5k+

warnings: unestablished relationship, spooning.

summary: while filming the annual señor frogs 24 hour go cart race you and Harry end up having to share a bed, but nether of you mind since your both majorly crushing on the other.

notes: hello love!🤗 I decided to write this asap even though I have so many requests but I wanted to get this out before everyone gets over the señor frogs high (If you get what I’m saying?). Anyways, enjoy!!💓🏎️

Today I'm driving for señor frogs in the annual twenty four hour go cart race. I woke up early this morning, took a quick shower, got ready, packed a small bag and then set off. It took almost two hours to get to Buckmoore Park and I arrived just after ten, ready for the practice that starts at ten thirty.

I've know the boys for years and are good friends with them all. After they dropped Callux from the team they asked if I would participate this year and after seeing how fun it looked last year I couldn't say no. I've done lots of practice in the last few weeks and I'm actually pretty good. I used to race with my friends for fun when I was younger but that's about all the experience I've had.

When I arrived I parked my car then signed in at the front desk. "Hey! You're here!" Chip's voice echoed through the reception. A smile spread across my face. We shared a quick hug then he walked me to our green room.

Harry, Chris, Will and Freezy stood talking. They turned to me as we entered. "Hi guys!" I set my bag down. I glanced at Harry, he smiled softly at me. They all said their "hello's" then we started talking about the plan for the twenty four hours.

Unfortunately the weather forecast wasn't ideal since it was supposed to rain for almost the entire time but that made it more interesting and fun to watch.

We sent Chip and Plum out for the practice and once that was done it was time for the race to begin. We were starting off with Chris. After getting into our suits all of us walked out onto the track. I pulled mine down so that it rested at my waist and I wore a comfortable black tank top underneath.

Once we'd finished doing some interviews the group headed back upstairs onto the balcony to watch as the race began. As soon as the flag was waved Chris raced over to the cart, accidentally kicking another racer on the way. Harry pushed the cart to give him a boost then he drove swiftly off, along with everyone else.

When twelve am hit it was finally my turn. I suited up and grabbed my helmet. I stepped outside onto the deck, Harry just behind me (who'd already done his first stint, just before Plum went out). "Jesus Christ it's hammering it down." I looked out at the soaked and slippery track. He placed his hands on my shoulder, squeezing. "You'll be fine," he reassured me.

I quickly walked down the stairs, taking a deep breath when I got to the bottom. I looked back up at Harry. He put his two thumbs up. I smiled softly, nodding. "I can do this. Let's hope I don't completely embarrass myself." I thought.

"Nervous?" The camera man asked as I waited. "To be honest I'm shitting myself," I replied with a shaky laugh. Plum pulled in and immediately jumped out, he gave me a quick wave as I passed him. I adjusted the seat insert, got in and then drove off.

As soon as I set off I heard Freezy in the earpiece. He was talking about what place I was and how carful I needed to be on the turns. I could barely concentrate since I was focusing on not spinning out and it didn't help that I couldn't really see out of my visor.

Around an hour in I'd gotten used to it and was now much calmer. I hadn't heard anything through the communications for a while then I suddenly heard Harry's voice. He told me that Freezy had gone for a snooze and that he was replacing him.

"That was really good, one minute nine seconds. Try and keep up that time," he said as I finished another lap. The rain was starting to pick up. "It's so fucking slippy!" I felt as though I wasn't in control, the wheels were spinning everywhere. I just desperately didn't want to spin out and let the boys down.

When I was finally told to come in I felt so relieved. I had no idea what place we were or how I'd done. I practically stumbled out, my legs and bum asleep from sitting in the same position for two hours. I pulled my helmet off as I passed Chip.

When I got to the boys I was met with what seemed to be happy faces. "We're fucking second place in class!" Freezy patted my back excitedly. Harry smiled wildly at me. "I told you you'd be fine." I smiled back at him, relieved that I hadn't fucked everything up.

I was completely soaked so I went to get changed into some comfy clothes that I could sleep in. Plum, Will and Chris had already gone to bed and me and Harry were going to do the same as it was now around two in the morning.

We walked together to quadrants bus, since there wasn't a proper bed in the one Chip had rented and they'd kindly said we could sleep in there's. When we got inside, out of the rain we quietly walked down the hall. I turned to look at him, my eyes slightly wider than a minute ago. "Is there only one bed left?"

"Shit. I think so," he replied before looking around to check again. "What are we gonna do?" I whispered. "Uh- you can have it." My brows knitted together. "No, don't be daft. They're pretty big... we could share?" I was really hoping I hadn't just embarrassed myself.

Harry's face turned red, though I couldn't really tell due to the dim lights. "Uh- uhm- yeah. Okay," he stuttered. I smiled slightly. "Come on then. I'm exhausted."

He got in first. It was slightly awkward since the last bed was at the bottom and practically on the floor. I slid in after, both now on our sides, my back facing his front. Turns out they were smaller than they looked.

Evidently Harry didn't know what to do with his hands, they were sort of hovering over my side. I smirked to myself then grabbed his hand, placing it around me my waist. I shuffled into him comfortably. I felt him physically relax. "You sure this is okay?" He asked quietly. "I'm sure."

I've had a massive crush on Harry since a few months ago when we spent the entire night together at a party nether of us wanted to be at. I laughed more than I had in a while that night and I really enjoyed spending time with him.

I was woken up a few hours later by Chip giggling. My eyes fluttered open and a small tired groan escaped from my lips. "You alright there love? Comfy?" He chuckled quietly, as people were still asleep. I was confused then I realised I was still pressed up against Harry.

Harry shuffled behind me, mumbling something and then shooting up. A loud bang was heard as he whacked his head on the roof of the bed. "Ow." He fell back onto the pillow and brought his hand up to rub his head. Chip laughed even more.

We got out and stood up. I sighed before glancing at Harry. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, he looked slightly uncomfortable. Chip continued to tease us as we walked back to the green room and he immediately told Freezy and Chris that he'd found us asleep together.

"I knew it! You like each other!" Freezy exclaimed, standing up. My eyes widened. "Uh-" "you guessed it," Harry replied, interrupting me. My head snapped over to him. "You like me?" I blurted out. The room fell silent. "Uhm- yeah- yeah I think I do." My face softened. Freezy chuckled with a smirk.

It turns out they wanted Harry to get back in the cart once again, which he wasn't very happy about. But he ended up agreeing and he got back into his suit. I stood next to him on the balcony, both of us leaning our forearms on the barrier as we waited for the signal that it was his turn to go out.

"I like you too. Just so you know." I said, not taking my eyes off the track. "You do?" He turned to me, surprise evident on his face. I looked at him sincerely. "Mhm, ever since that party last month." A smile graced his lips. "So... did you wanna go for lunch or something after this?" He asked. "Are you asking me on a date Mr Lewis?" I teased. He chuckled. I gently nudged his side with my elbow. "I'd really like that."

"Harry! Time to go!" Chip shouted. I glanced at Chip then looked up at Harry, pushing onto my tiptoes and placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "Good luck!" I whispered. He smirked. "I'll see you in a bit." I nodded before patting his chest.

I watched as he quickly walked down the stairs then I turned to go back inside. I stopped as I noticed Freezy through the window. He raised his eyebrows with a mischievous look on his face. I groaned but I didn't really mind that he'd seen mine and Harry's encounter, all I could think about was the date I was going on in a few hours.

[saturn-noctua]

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october 3rd | theodore nott x fem!reader

contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, degradation, name calling (whore/slut), porn without plot.

word count: 800+

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your legs quivered as theo positioned himself behind you, his cock sliding back into your cunt with a wet, satisfying sound that seemed to echo through the quiet mansion. "you like it like this, don't you?" theo murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "spread out for me like a fucking feast."

his words sent a thrill down your spine. the thought of someone walking by, catching a glimpse of your entwined bodies, was both terrifying and exhilarating. "what if someone sees us?" you panted, your voice barely a whisper.

"let them," he responded with a low chuckle, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "let them see how much you're mine."

his hands moved to wrap around your wrists, gently but firmly pulling them behind your back and pinning them there. the sudden restraint made your breath hitch, your eyes widening in surprise as you felt your body become even more exposed to the outside world. but instead of fear, you felt a thrilling sense of danger and excitement. theo's hips surged forward, filling you completely, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan.

his rhythm grew faster, his strokes deeper, each one hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl. the coolness of the glass against your skin was a stark contrast to the heat of his body, making you feel alive in a way you never had before. your eyes squeezed shut as the sensations grew too intense, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

his grip tightened on your wrists, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming louder with each thrust. you could feel his muscles tensing, his body coiled like a spring ready to unleash its climax. the floorboards of the house squeaked as theo fucked into you in a steady, demanding rhythm that seemed to shake the very foundations of the mansion.

"look at you," he growled, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down your spine. "so fucking eager for anyone to see you like this. such a little slut, taking it all for me." his words were like a match thrown into a pool of gasoline, igniting a fire within you that you didn't know could burn so brightly. you pushed back against him, urging him to go harder, faster, the thrill of his dirty talk spurring you on.

his breath was ragged in your ear, his tongue tracing the shell of it as he whispered, "you love being watched, don't you? you want them to see how much of a whore you are for me." the word 'whore' sent a bolt of electricity straight to your clit, making your pussy clench around him. you could feel yourself getting wetter, the slickness of your arousal making it easier for him to slide in and out.

you nodded, unable to form words, the admission spilling out of you in a silent scream. theo chuckled again, the vibration of it resonating through your body. "good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "now, come for me. come on, let go."

his hips hammered into you, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the room. the anticipation was almost too much to bear, the pressure in your core coiling tighter and tighter. and then, with a final, powerful thrust, it snapped. your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, drowning out the world around you. your pussy spasmed around his cock, begging for more as you felt your juices dribble down your thighs.

theo's grip on your wrists tightened even further, his knuckles turning white as he held you in place. "that's it," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax. "just like that, baby. you're so fucking beautiful when you come."

you couldn't help but whimper, the sound muffled by the glass as another wave of pleasure rolled through you. his cock felt like it was hitting a spot deep within you that no one else had ever reached, and you felt yourself getting lost in the sensation. your eyes squeezed shut even tighter, your body trembling with the force of your release.

theo's strokes grew erratic, his breaths coming in harsh, staccato bursts. "fuck," he hissed, his movements becoming more frantic. you could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles strained and tightened. "i'm going to cum," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nodded, your own breathing ragged and uneven. "cum inside me," you begged, the words slipping from your lips in a breathy moan. the idea of him marking you, claiming you in the most intimate way possible, sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through you.

his response was a feral growl, his hips bucking against you as he lost control. with one final, powerful thrust, he filled you with his warmth, his cum spilling into you as he reached his peak. the feeling of him pulsing inside you was almost too much to handle, sending another orgasm ripping through your body. you felt your walls clench around him, milking him for every last drop. as the intensity of your climaxes began to wane, the cold reality of what just happened seeped back in.

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[shintaru]

lemme lick on your tattoos

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Warnings: Wooin, Joker, Chris D’Char, Harry Shepherd, tattoo licking, cockwarming, caught, mentions of sex tape, spanking, choking, cream pie, unprotected sex, riding, not proof read, amateur smut writer, finger licking good, & kfc

You’ve been walking around the house looking for Chris. Having something new you want to try with him after hearing a song with the lyrics “lemme lick on your tattoos” You just can’t wait. Realizing he’s probably in the kitchen you make your way down the steps heading towards the kitchen door. You open it and lo and behold Chris is there “of course he is” you think to yourself. He only does two things eat and train.

“Charrr” you say coming up to him and rubbing his arm caressingly. “What do you want?” He asks “how did you know I want something?” You say a little surprised that he knew. “You only call me Char when you want something, so what is it?” He replies “Oh” you say not realizing you did that every time. “Can I lick your neck tattoo?” You ask. He smiles finishing his breakfast and says “You’ll have to beg for that.” “Please i’ll make you feel good I promise” you respond giving him pleading eyes hoping he will let you try it.

“Fine, but i want to be inside you while you do it” he replies. “Ok, let’s do it now” you say dragging him to the bedroom by the arm before he can finish his glass of orange juice. “Someone eager” he says laughing. You pull Chris into the bedroom slightly pushing him down on the bed normally you couldn’t make him budge even if you wanted to so you know he’s willingly letting you have your way with him.

Anytime you two would play fight it was like trying to move a boulder, he’s just too big and heavy you can’t move him. You smile realizing the effect you have on your boyfriend. You pull his sweat pants and underwear off after taking off your own.“look at what you do to me” he says when you look at how hard you’ve made him.

You smile kissing him as you sit on his lap. Grabbing your hips with one hand he used his other to help guide his tip to your entrance. “Shit, You’re soaking wet” he says while gathering your juices on his tip by rubbing it back and forth between your folds.

He slowly pushes himself into you making you moan out. You grip his shoulders tightly and slowly push yourself down on him. “Fuck, that’s it, baby, just like that.” He says throwing his head back. You take the opportunity to start licking his tattoo. You place your hand on the side of his neck and your other on his forearm. You leave a trail of kisses stopping once you reach his tattoo.

You trace the design of his tattoo with the tip of your tongue earning a low moan from him “please, don’t stop” he says while giving your ass a small slap making you stop and yelp out feeling his cold rings against your skin. “don’t get shy on me now finish what you started” Chris says. You continue sucking and licking on his tattoo leaving hickeys all over the side of his neck. “We should have tried this sooner” you say.

(That neck tattoo RAHHHHHH, The things I’d do to sit on his lap Ahhhhh)

Harry got a haircut and you can’t take your eyes off of him. He has always been attractive to you but the fresh haircut does something to you. It’s he’s making it hard for you to keep your hands to yourself. You walk into your shared bedroom to see him in front of the full-body mirror adjusting his bangs. “That’s it” you shout a little too loud making him turn to look at you with a concerned confused expression. “What’s it?” He asks.

You responded with a demanding yet almost pleading tone “Take your shirt off, I want to lick your tattoos” “what?” he replies looking at you like he can’t believe what you just said. “You heard me now take it off” you say growing more impatient “I’ve never been asked to do that, fuck, that’s hot, good thing I have plenty of tattoos” He says taking his shirt off. “What’s got you so worked up?” He asks. “You just look so good with your new hair cut” you reply. Making him walk over to you “if I knew you’d respond like this I’d get my hair cut more often” he replies making you laugh.

“i had no idea you were into this kind of thing” he says “neither did I” you reply “sit down you’re too tall” you tell him. He sits on the bed pulling you onto his lap. Pulling and tugging on his hair with your left hand you lay your other hand on his abs. You lick his chest dragging your tongue across the “death before dishonor” tattoo slowly dragging and swirling your tongue on the anchor design underneath.

He pulls you off his lap to tug both of your pants off “ride me” he demands. You get back on his lap and hover your hips above his. Harry pushes his tip into you grabbing your hips and slamming you down on him making you take him fully with one swift motion. “Ah, Harry” you moan out reaching out and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You continue to lick and suck on his tattoos.

“keep doing that.” Harry tells you. You stop deciding to toy with him a little since he got you worked up. “did i say you could stop?” He says while grabbing a tight hold on your throat. “You look hot when you’re angry” you tell him making him squeeze your throat a little. He pulls you in for a kiss by your neck breaking it only to say “You drive me crazy” “Feelings mutual” you reply

His grip tightens on your hips as you bounce up and down on him. You needed him so bad and he needed you just as much. “Can I cum inside?” He asks. You give him a soft yes through your uncontrollable moans as you continue bouncing on his cock.

He grabs you by the throat again only for a short moment to move his hand to cup your cheek bringing you in for another kiss. Pulling on his hair, while moaning his name seems to finally push him over the edge. Your mixed liquids spill out of you as you clench down on him riding out your orgasm. “Holy shit” is all you can get out before Harry pulls you into another kiss.

(I’d ride him like a rodeo from dusk until dawn)

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him well especially his hands. You loved his hands especially the tattoos along his fingers. You watch Wooin scroll through his phone not being able to shift your gaze from him. Sabbath crew was supposed to meet up about a play for the next race but the others were late leaving only you and Wooin at the meeting location .

You’re brought out of your thoughts when Wooin asks “is there a reason why you’ve been staring at me since you walked in?” You don’t know what came over you but you decided to answer him honestly instead of playing off your actions. “There is a reason” you reply “and what would that be?” He sets his phone down asking curiously.

“I like your hand tattoos, but I’d like them better in my mouth” you reply. He laughs walking over to you. “Wasn’t expecting that answer” he says towering above you causing you to shift slightly in your seat. He spreads your thighs apart with his knee and stands in between your thighs pulling your hair back with his right hand making you look up at him.

“Open” Wooin tells you in a demanding tone. You do as you’re told. He takes his left hand and sticks two fingers in your mouth you lick and suck on them suggestively not breaking eye contact. His non-tattooed hand travels down your jaw stopping at your throat and squeezing slightly making you moan. “Fuck, you’re a tease” he says.

You feel him pressing his fingers against your tongue making you grab ahold of his wrist. He shoves his fingers as far as they can reach in the back of your throat making you gag. Meeting his lust-filled gaze he brushes his knee against your clothed sex earning a small muffled moan from you. His actions are making you wetter by the second you don’t know how much longer you can take it. You knew you needed him, he knew you needed him.

Pulling his fingers out your mouth you both can hear the other members have arrived outside the building. He leans down turning his head to face the side of you, feeling his lips and warm breath against your ear.

“Tell me what else you’d like me to do to you with my fingers after the meeting” he whispers you can feel his split tongue lick along your ear sending shivers down your spine and an aching feeling in you’re stomach. You watch him sit back down giving you his signature grin before continuing to scroll on his phone while the other crew members walk in. “Damn that was hot” you thought. God, you hated how badly you needed him.

(Help his tattoos are so fine, he could choke me with his tattooed hand and I’d thank him)

Watching the seductive way your boyfriend eats his apples drove you insane he wasn’t doing it on purpose but you couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted him so bad.

Little did you know that he knew the effect it had on you. He watched that way you’d swallow your spit, biting your cheek as you clenched your thighs together trying to suppress your dirty thoughts about him. In a way he wanted to tease and push you to see how long you’d last without saying something.

Knowing Joker isn’t the type to act unless he’s angry, racing, or fighting you decided to try and get a reaction out of him. The only thing you could come up with was using a popsicle, lollipop, or a banana to stir him up. It was a hot day so the popsicle doesn’t sound bad and you were sure Wooin had all the lollipops.

You went to the kitchen looking for a popsicle or a banana only to find you were out of bananas. The only option you have left is a popsicle you take a cherry-flavored one out of the wrapping and walk back to sit in your chair. You’d been sucking on the popsicle for some time now and he still hasn’t reacted not even a glance your way. You finish the popsicle deciding you’ll have to make a move since he won’t.

Walking over to him you straddle his lap you can feel how hard he is grinding yourself against his hard-clothed cock you lick his dagger tattoo and make your way down his throat stopping at his Adam’s Apple feeling it bob with each swallow. Moving your tongue along his jaw, kissing at the scar on the left side of his mouth.

Finishing his Apple he tosses the core somewhere and kisses you, tasting the bitter-sweet apple against his tongue you moan feeling him grab your hips pressing them firmly against his own making you feel him even more. “Fuck, do that again…” he says.

Before you can continue Wooin interrupts. “What perfect timing,” you think to yourself “You’d make a lot of money if you both made a sex tape” Wooin says “How much money?” Joker asks. “A lot, don’t know how much that depends on how popular the tape is” Wooin says as he walks past you both heading for the kitchen. “You know if you wanted me that badly you could have just asked” Joker tells you.

(Joker has a pretty nose)

Dedicated to @rossesnd @cozyunderworld @inosukehana

I’m down horrendously bad for the four of them. 😭😭

Someone help is it affect or effect ? I get them mixed up every-time.

I’m kinda glad Owen doesn’t have tattoos I’m already down atrociously bad for him and I love tattoos so if he had them it would have been over for me