#pull your heads out of your arses and grow up!

[hotmonkeelove]

Dear Fellow Utena Fans,

I am really ashamed to be part of the Utena fandom here. Seriously, I can't turn around without seeing people saying, "Saionji and Touga's abusive behaviour is because they were in denial that they're gay for each other." That is not funny, nor insightful, nor realistic. I'll tell you what it is, though. It's fucking homophobic! I am sick of it! RGU's appeal is largely due to its themes of queer acceptance, but you people can't even learn from it! You just promote hateful, dated stereotypes, because "Huh-huh, that's funny!"

The terrible ways Saionji and Touga are shown treating people has nothing to do with their sexual orientations, whatever those may or may not be. It's all to do repeating a cycle of abuse they have both fallen victim to. Touga has been sexually abused most of his life (likely by more than one perpetrator). He copes by acting out this sexual abuse on his best friend, attempting to abuse his sister, and his compulsive promiscuity. Touga also manipulates and back-stabs those around him, thinking it makes him superior to others, i.e. no longer a victim. Saionji copes with Touga sexually abusing him and betraying their friendship by lashing out at anyone who angers him. He is particularly abusive to Anthy, as he thinks that as the Rose Bride, she has no feelings. (In fairness, Anthy has also convinced herself she has no feelings, and actively goads him into hurting her, at Akio's behest, to lure Utena into the duels.)

If you ship Touga and Saionji, fine, that's great! Go right ahead. There is certainly a lot of angst/ tearjerker potential there, with them working to rebuild their broken friendship and overcome the horrible trauma they've been through. They're both in need of a lot of healing, which could develop into romantic feelings for each other, as well as a redemption arc. However, claiming they're abusive because they're gay and trying to downplay the abuse they, themselves, suffered, is just a load of bullshit.

This stupid joke/ theory is insulting to not only the queer community, but also abuse survivors. (And yes, I fall into both those groups.) Being gay doesn't make anyone an abuser, nor does being abused by someone of the same gender make a person gay. I shouldn't even have to say that, let alone twice on my blog, but idiots...

[simonbrain]

love the idea of reader just trying to fuck all her stress out with a random at the bar before returning back to her mundane life, and simon deciding he's going to keep her instead 🙂‍↕️

the prick doesn't budge when you try to kick him out; instead, he drags you back into bed and works his mouth to loosen you up again, and now you've forgotten why you were trying to haul his ass out of your home.

(you attempted to sound stern while telling him to get out of your house, but he merely chuckled, the sound so raspy and condescending that it stroked a heat within you that you thought was sated last night.

"this is our home. now get your arse back in bed, i'm fuckin' hungry.")

you had to really fist at his hair to pull him off of you, and that only turned him on if the deep groan rumbling out of him was anything to go by—you swear his tongue sunk deeper inside you. he only relented so he could fuck you dumb in the shower after, leaving you with trembling legs and feeling more dirty than clean (atta girl, don't you waste any of tha'—keep it all in).

you blink, and now suddenly you're seated as he spoon-feeds you a nice, hearty breakfast, huffing something like messy girl when toast crumbs get all over your face and the wooden table.

words can't express how flustered you are; you're too stunned to even continue telling the big man who's now feeding you scrambled eggs that he needs to leave. all you feel like you're capable of doing is opening your mouth to accept another spoonful, ignoring the ache you feel between your thighs when you catch his heavy stare and hear a low hum of approval.

then he's leaving (and it's not because of your nagging), muttering something about having to work those mutts to the bone today, all while you're trying to make sense of what's happening. he gives you a sloppy kiss to silence your questions and exasperation, one that makes you feel hot all over and almost melt into a puddle had it not been for the firm grip he had on your ass.

he licks his lips when he pulls back, eyes darting to where your shirt just barely covers where he'd rather be all day than having to go and train recruits. he stares for an uncomfortably long time and before you can speak up, face growing a little hot from the tension, he's turning around to finally leave.

before the door shuts, he says, "be a good girl, ay? see you tonight, birdie."

you're left with your thoughts and feelings of dread and anxiety. there definitely isn't any underlying interest or anything; the freak has fucked your brain out of your head, that's all. you're sure he didn't even mean it anyway. maybe. hopefully.

a drop of his come rolls down your thigh, and arousal shame burns through you. since when did you let one-night stands finish in you?

(your so-called one-night stand came home hungry and pissed, so worked up that he dragged you over to the nearest surface and played with you for a good hour. by the time you had half the mind to tell him about the dinner in the oven—your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at how much money he had sent you for groceries earlier, nevermind how he got ahold of your account details—he grunted and finally gave your poor pussy a break, scarred mug all slick and flushed.)

good luck when he takes you to meet his mates at the bar a week later, the same bar you brought him home from; the comments from them make you wish a hole in the ground would just swallow you right up.

"pretty thing ye caught, lt," johnny grins, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. he's a bit over the top, ogles your chest too hard, but overall he's... alright. you'd probably notice how perverted he really was if you actually looked at him longer than a few fleeting glances, but his stare is kind of unnerving.

kyle—perfection personified—hums in agreement, a warm smile on his face that puts you at ease. somehow you don't pick up on the ulterior motive behind his gaze running over your body, eyes roaming over your chest more discreetly than johnny but just as appreciative. "pretty indeed. you don't mind sharing, do you ghost?" kyle teases, pretty eyes glancing over at simon, who only huffs at that and shakes his head (much to your confusion).

who the fuck is ghost? you only know big guy and simon.

there's a deep chuckle and your focus flits over to the man seated in front of you, captain john price. if you thought simon was scary, john's a man who demands respect and attention just by being in his presence. "you chose the wrong dog to bring home," john hums, voice deep and gravelly and making you shamefully squeeze your thighs together.

"but that's alright, sweetheart. you have three others now, yeah?" the purr that comes out of his mouth is sinful, and when you nod and stammer out a yes, sir as if you were one of his soldiers and not the sweet girl that simon has brought to his captain, looking for approval of his newest toy, he only smiles.

simon's hand squeezes your thigh underneath the table, trailing upwards, and you're slowly understanding what it is that you've gotten yourself into.

[my-castles-crumbling]

karma - june 22 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 505 - based on an anon request for james needing comfort

As soon as Regulus saw James’s face, he knew something was off. Even though the older boy gave him his signature smile, complete with a cheerful way and a hug that (as always) sent Regulus’s heart racing, there was something about James’s expression that was off. Like his mind was a million miles away.

“What’s wrong?” Regulus asked as soon as they started walking towards Hogsmeade, not one to beat around the bush.

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” James replied, again sending him an obviously-preoccupied smile. “Just happy to see you, love.”

But Regulus wasn’t having it. “Potter, tell me what’s wrong now, before I have to hex it out of you,” he ordered, stopping short on the path and dragging James with him.

The older boy sighed, shifting from foot to foot and uncharacteristically not meeting Regulus’s eyes. “S’nothing. Mulciber said some stupid shit in the corridor this morning when I saw him, on the way to meeting you. Can’t get it out of my head. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Regulus said automatically, used to telling the other boy this. “What’d he say?”

Again, James hesitated, biting his lip.

Regulus sighed. “Potter, tell me now, or I’ll start pulling twigs out of your broom to make you talk.”

Despite himself, James chuckled. “Sounds like a euphemism,” he said softly.

But Regulus wasn’t in the mood for games. “Tell me,” he murmured, reaching up to guide James’s face so they were meeting eyes. 

“He said…he said that I’m ruining your life by dating you. That your family will disown you, like they did Sirius. That I’ve ruined both of your lives, and I’m selfish for it,” the Gryffindor muttered, jaw clenched, obviously trying not to cry.

Instantly, Regulus was furious. “I’ll kill him,” he whispered, already trying to decide exactly what spell to use.

James just gave a watery laugh. “I mean, is he wrong? I have ruined both of your lives. Without me, you’d both–”

He moved without thinking. Lurching upward, Regulus trapped James in a heated kiss, pressing their bodies close, falling into the rhythm of the way their mouths moved together, the way their tongues tangled.

And when he pulled back, he said breathlessly, “We’d both still be trapped in that hellhole every holiday, and probably forced to do a lot worse when we graduate. Fuck what Mulciber said. You are the most fucking selfless person I know, annoyingly so. And he’s a selfish, stupid arse. I promise, karma will be coming to him soon, because I’m not letting him get away with–” Regulus began to rant, his entire body growing hot with anger before James cut him off.

“Baby, you promised you wouldn’t get in trouble for cursing people anymore,” he said gently, looking slightly less upset as he smiled down at Regulus.

But Regulus just scoffed. “First of all, I won’t be getting caught. And second, Barty owes me a favor. Macnair won’t know what hit him. C’mon, let’s go.” And he dragged a rather dazed-looking James back to the castle, Hogsmeade forgotten.

[lovegoodlane]

Pursuing the Prefect- 3

3.7k words

Warnings: mentions of sex, teasing, oral sex [female receiving], fingering

Summary: Fred and his prefect continue to grow closer, but their relationship grows tense when he suggests a public date (soft Fred, dom (ish) Fred)

Author's note: Here's another part! I'm trying to build up a storyline in case y'all want this short fic to continue. Enjoy <3

Link to part 1, part 2

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Another week at Hogwarts had passed. You had spent a bit of time with Fred, sneaking kisses in empty classrooms and even spending Saturday night curled up on a blanket at the quidditch pitch. It was nothing official yet, but you were enjoying getting to know him.

It was already Thursday. The weeks were passing by in a blur. As a Sixth Year, you were focused on studying as much as you could before taking the entrance exams for an Upper School program in potions. It was difficult to get in, so you spent much of your free time cramming as much information into your brain as possible.

You walked to dinner with Cho and Beatrice, chatting about the Winter Ball coming up next month. Beatrice had been talking your ear off about Oliver Wood for the past week, and she was hoping that he would ask her to be his date.

"He's so dreamy," Beatrice swooned. "If he doesn't ask me to be his date, I might use a curse on him."

"Do you talk about anything other than Wood?" Cho snapped, clearly annoyed.

Cho's relationship with Cedric Diggory had been on the rocks. She had a bit of a jealous streak, and watching other girls fawn over Cedric got on her nerves. They'd been arguing about it nonstop for the past month.

"Cho, leave her alone," you said defensively. "She's allowed to be chuffed about Wood. You were the same with Diggory. I get that you're brassed off, but that's not Bea's fault."

Cho glared at you, huffing. She knew you were right. "Who are you going with? Seems like Adrian is your only option," she said, veering the conversation topic away from herself.

"I'm definitely not going with Adrian," you said empathically. "I don't need to have a date, I'm not worried about it."

"Maybe Fred will ask you," Beatrice teased, nudging you. "He seems pretty fond of you."

"I'd rather go to the ball with a toad than Fred Weasley," Cho asserted.

"Godric Cho, pull the stick out of your arse, will you?" you said, clearly irritated with her. 

You still hadn't filled Cho in about your situation with Fred. The only thing she would do is make snarky remarks and tell you that it's a bad idea. She was too worried about her squeaky clean reputation to see any value in associating with the Weasley twins. It pissed you off.

"I think I'm actually going to skip out on dinner, I'll grab something from the kitchen elves later. I want to get a start on my Potions assignment," you said as you had reached the Great Hall.

It was just an excuse to not have to sit through dinner with Cho. You could barely stand her recently, and taking some space felt like a good decision. 

Beatrice squeezed your hand in a goodbye, and Cho only shrugged and rolled her eyes. You turned to head for the library, wanting some peace and quiet after dealing with Cho's attitude.

You were only paces from the library when you ran in to the Weasley twins. 

"Hey birdie," Fred greeted you. "Heading back into your abyss?"

"My abyss?" you questioned.

"The library," he said matter-of-factly. "They should give you a cot so you can sleep there, would save you a trip to your dormitory."

"Have you two even seen the inside of the library? Or do your pranks occupy too much of your time?" you asked, crossing your arms and jutting out a hip. You raised your eyebrows at them expectantly.

George chuckled, enjoying the attitude that you were hurling at his brother. Very few people had the guts to stand up to Fred.

"You can show me if you'd like," Fred retorted, stepping closer to you. "Though I can't promise that I'll be much interested in doing homework, if you know what I mean."

You bit the inside of your cheek. These flirty showdowns were routine between you two, but somehow it was more embarrassing when someone was watching. Like George. But that didn't mean that you were going to let Fred win.

"I would be willing to tutor you again, Merlin knows that your grades need it," you said, closing the space between you and Fred. You reached for his tie, playing with the end. "It'll cost you, though."

George cleared his throat, an attempt at reminding you two that he was still there. It didn't matter though, both of you were locked in to this battle.

"Name a price, darling," Fred muttered, his hands ghosting underneath your robes and finding a place on your hips. 

You looked up at him, trying to soften your gaze to appear innocent. You were going to put the nail into his coffin.

You stood on your toes so you could whisper in his ear. "I keep having a dream where you bend me over a desk in Potions class. That sounds like a sufficient payment to me."

You nipped at his ear before pulling away, grinning at him sweetly as if you hadn't just whispered something filthy in his ear. Fred stared at you, a slight blush in his cheeks in response to your words. He still wasn't used to your boldness.

"Are you two going to shag in the hallway or what?" George piped up, causing his twin to turn around and give him a slap to the chest. 

"We were on our way to dinner. And I am still very hungry, in case you have forgotten," George said, directing his last sentence at Fred. It was a not so subtle reminder for him to keep things moving. 

"Did you have dinner already?" Fred asked after giving George a glare.

"No," you responded. "I was going to get something from the kitchen elves later."

"Then why don't we do that," Fred proposed. "George, you can go on to dinner. I'm sure you won't miss me."

George shrugged and offered you a wave before he headed off in the direction of the Great Hall. You hadn't been intending to spend your evening with Fred, but you could think of worse things you could be doing instead. Like sitting through dinner with Cho.

"The kitchen elves love me," Fred said sarcastically. "You'll have to do your prefect sweet talking to get them to hand over the goods."

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After getting some sustenance from the kitchen elves, you and Fred ended up back in his dormitory. He wanted to show you the music player that Hermione had gotten him for his birthday last year. It was Muggle technology, and he found it incredibly fascinating.

"What is it called again?" you asked as you settled onto his bed. You propped yourself up with a pillow, waiting for him to work the music player.

"I think Hermione called it a record player," he replied, fiddling with the machine. "You have to put these records on it to make it play music."

He held up a few of the records in his collection. To you, they just looked like big black discs. 

Fred finally settled on a record and put it on the machine, adjusting the volume. It was something you had never heard before.

"This is from a band called Mother Mother," Fred explained. "Hermione says that they're pretty edgy."

He finally joined you on the bed, leaning up on the wall behind him. You both sat there listening to the music for a bit, content without conversation.

"I've been wondering..." Fred started, looking over at you.

"Oh no," you teased. You jokingly put your head in your hands.

"I haven't even said it yet, you git," Fred replied, pulling your hands from your face. You grinned at him, and he grinned back.

"I wanted to know how you started dating Pucey in the first place," he said.

You breathed out. You knew that Fred was curious about your relationship with Adrian. Everyone at Hogwarts knew that you were dating last year, and it took most people by surprise when they found out that you had broken up.

"Adrian's dad is my dad's boss," you answered. "We've gone on holiday together every year since we were kids. The summer before 5th year, he suddenly fancied me. That's pretty much it, I guess."

"That's it?" Fred questioned. "You didn't put him through trial after trial like you're doing to me?"

He flicked at your thigh, emphasizing his teasing. 

"Adrian was different. I was younger then, less experienced. And no one had been interested in me before," you said. 

"There's no way that can be true," Fred said, adjusting his position on the bed. "You've always been pretty. I'm sure lots of blokes have fancied you."

"If they did, none of them told me," you replied, letting out a dry chuckle. This topic was a bit of a sore spot for you. You had always felt like you weren't pretty enough, as you hadn't drawn the attention of the boys like some of the other girls at Hogwarts. But this insecurity subsided a bit as you got older. Who needed attention from a boy when you could have good grades?

You and Fred sat in silence for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about what to say next. 

"Of all of the blokes at Hogwarts, you chose a Slytherin?" Fred asked, half joking and half serious.

You slapped at him. "I don't care what House someone is in. I dated Adrian because he fancied me, and I was tired of all of my friends having boyfriends. Adrian is smart, and he's good looking. And whether you like to admit it or not, he's cracking at quidditch."

"Cracking is a bit of an overstatement," Fred replied. "Did you even fancy Pucey then?"

You shrugged. "I liked the companionship. We had always been friends. It wasn't difficult to turn it into something more. And I wanted to keep up with everyone else at Hogwarts who was snogging and shagging anyone they could get their hands on. Adrian felt like a safe option."

"So it sounds like you never really liked him," Fred said, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"I liked him, but I didn't love him," you answered. "He really loved me. And I still feel bad about that. But I just....my heart wasn't in it."

"Is that why you broke up?" he asked.

"Part of it. He wanted things to get more serious. Slytherin pureblood families are really intense about dating and marriage, and he wanted to consider next steps. I wasn't ready, and I wanted to focus on academics," you said. "I didn't want to break his heart. And I know that he still really cares about me, but I'm not cut out for a life like that."

"What, you mean that you don't want to be the next Narcissa Malfoy? I can't imagine why not," Fred teased, poking at your side. 

"Shut it," you replied, slapping at his hand. "I'm not made to be a pureblood trophy wife who pops out perfect pureblood babies. I want a career."

"That makes sense," Fred said. "You've got enough brains to do anything. So what would you want to do?"

"I want to go to Upper School for Potions," you said. Every time you talked about it, it sounded far away and impossible. "I don't know where I'll go from there. I could make potions for hospitals. Or maybe I'll teach, I'm not sure."

"You'll be cracking at teaching," Fred said, a smile stretching across his face. "My marks in Potions were way better when you tutored me."

A slower song started to play from the record player, and Fred popped up onto his feet. He extended a hand toward you.

"Dance with me?" he asked, giving you a wink.

You tried to fight the smile that started to spread across your lips, but it was too late. You accepted his hand, wiggling off the bed and joining him.

He guided you to the center of his dormitory, placing one of your hands on his shoulder and holding the other. His hand found its way down to your waist.

You began swaying together to the music. It was a bit awkward and clumsy at first, but after a bit, it felt romantic.

"Do you have a date to the Winter Ball yet?" Fred asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know," you teased him, squinting your eyes and scrunching your nose.

"I would actually, because I'd like you to be my date," he said.

"I'll have to think about it," you replied, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of an easy "yes".

"What, do you need a grand gesture?" he asked, squeezing your hip. A lopsided grin was on his lips. 

"The only thing I need is time to think about it," you replied, cocking your head slightly at him.

You leaned your head onto his chest, finally closing the small gap between the two of you. You stayed like this for at least one whole song.

"Birdie?" Fred said, a question clearly on the horizon.

"Yes, Fred?" you replied, your cheek still pressed against his chest.

"We don't have to talk about it if you're not ready, but it's something to consider," he started.

"You're making me nervous," you said, pulling back so you could look up at him.

"No, it's nothing to be nervous about," he soothed. "I wanted to talk about next steps. Y'know, what you're comfortable with and what you're not."

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"Well....we seem to have a comfort level. We snog, mess around a bit. But I wanted to see how you feel about anything more," he said. "And I don't want this to feel like I'm pressuring you, I want to know so I don't overstep."

You could feel your cheeks heating up. Talking about sex in any context made you feel a bit flustered. At least Fred was being polite about it.

"Uhm...well...I'm not sure," you answered. "It feels like a big step."

"I know, birdie," Fred said, his hand moving to your back to rub soothing circles. "There's no rush. I want us to be able to talk about these things if we're going to keep seeing each other."

"Right..." you said, still feeling a bit sheepish. "I just...Adrian and I had sex, but that was only after he said that he loved me. I'm not sure that I'm made for casual hookups like some other people are."

"And that's absolutely okay," Fred replied. "I don't need to shag to know how much I like you."

You looked up at Fred. He was staring at you with those soft eyes again. His patience and willingness to communicate only made him more attractive to you. 

You put your hands on either side of his face, standing on your toes to kiss him. His hands found your waist, pulling you in as close as possible.

Your kisses were sweet, and it felt like Fred was reassuring you that he didn't just see you as a shag. His feelings were genuine and his intentions were pure. Well....pure might not be the best word, but his intentions were good.

Your hands found their way down to his shirt collar, and you tugged at it. You pulled him back towards his bed, pushing him back onto it. You straddled him like you had the very first time you were in his dormitory. 

He kept kissing you, his hands wandering up your thighs. Everywhere he touched felt like an electric shock, and you were dying for more. 

"Freddie?" you said, interrupting your make out session.

"Yes?" he replied, a tad breathless. 

"I need you to eat me out," you commanded, looking him dead in the eye.

Fred smirked. "Your wish is my command, birdie."

He flipped you on your back, propping your head up on his pillows. He resumed kissing you, biting at your lower lip while his hands gripped at your thighs.

Fred worked his way down, undoing your tie and unbuttoning your shirt in what felt like seconds. Your cheeks flushed as he took in your light pink bra. You hadn't considered that Fred would see you bra when you put it on this morning, otherwise you would have chosen something different. 

"Pink? I love it," Fred commented with a smirk. He kissed along your collarbones and down to your chest, leaving a love bite between your boobs. 

He made his way down to the top of your skirt. "I think the skirt is going to stay on this time."

His words were enough to make you want to clench your thighs together. He could feel your body tensing in desperation, so he graciously positioned himself between your legs.

Fred kissed along your thighs all the way down to your knickers. His fingers played at the waistband.

"You still want this?" he asked.

"Please Freddie," you whined.

He pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them onto the floor next to the bed. He worked your skirt up just a bit so he could see what he was doing.

Fred's tongue darted out, teasing you. You almost yelped, gripping onto the sheets to try to keep it together. You were so desperate for him that it felt embarrassing. 

His tongue worked around your clit, purposefully avoiding where you wanted him most. He loved the whimpers that were coming out of your mouth. He knew exactly how desperate you were. 

Fred squeezed your thigh with one hand and brought the other to your clit, rubbing circles with his thumb. His tongue worked its way down to your entrance, and your back arched off of the bed in response.

"You like that, darling?" he asked, pausing for a moment.

You only nodded in response, unable to get any words to come out. Fred resumed, his thumb playing with your clit and his mouth teasing your entrance. 

He pulled his mouth off of you, dragging a long pointer finger down to your entrance. 

"Is this okay?" he asked before going any further.

"Yes. Please," you answered, burning for his touch.

Fred's finger teased along your entrance before finally pushing it into you, a whine escaping your mouth. He worked it in and out slowly, kissing your thighs and leaving love bites.

"More please," you begged, feeling a knot tighten in your stomach.

Fred obliged, plunging another long finger into you. He picked up the pace, and you were rocking back and forth to meet his fingers. 

A number of profanities fell from your lips as you chased your release. Fred was admiring the sight in front of him, relishing in finally having his fingers inside of you.

"Such a good girl for me," Fred murmured. "So gorgeous like this."

You moaned in response, so close to your release. Fred's fingers had found the trigger spot inside of you, and he pounded against it again and again. 

You finally finished, your back arching off of the bed. Fred slowed his fingers, working you down from your high. He kissed the inside of your thigh.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Fred commented, admiring your form as you tried to catch your breath. 

He kissed a trail down your thigh, nipping at your hip bones. He left another love bite just above your hip bone. He loved marking you up, and secretly, you loved it too. His marks were nothing that you couldn't conceal with a glamor charm when needed.

Fred returned to your center, licking a stripe from your entrance up to your clit. You groaned at the overstimulation.

"Think you have another one in you?" Fred asked, massaging your thighs with his hands.

"You're going to be the death of me," you replied, ruffling his hair with your hand.

"That sounds like a yes to me," he smirked, placing one more kiss on your thigh before returning his attention to your clit.

He alternated between sucking on it and playing with it with his tongue, driving you absolutely mad. Your nails dug into his scalp, urging him for more.

"Fuck Freddie," you whined. 

You pulled at his hair, causing him to groan into you. Your hips started to buck up to meet his mouth, trembling at how sensitive you were after your first orgasm.

Fred was determined to make you finish again. One of his hands wandered up to your chest, sneaking under your bra. He pinched and played with your nipple, forcing moans and whimpers out of your mouth. 

"Freddie...so close," you breathed out, struggling to form words. 

Ten more seconds was all you needed to find your second release, trembling and whimpering as you finished. You panted in disbelief at the boy who was able to get you to finish twice. You had a hard enough time finishing once.

Fred kissed along your stomach, working his way back up to your mouth. He finally kissed you on the lips, and you gripped at his hair to pull him even closer.

He pulled back, grinning at you. "Good?" he asked. 

"Don't even," you slapped at his shoulder, giggling at him. 

His head came down to rest on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, placing a kiss on the top of his head. 

"I want to take you out on a date," he stated, nuzzling further into the crook of your neck.

"Where?" you asked, still playing with his hair.

"There's a Hogsmeade trip this weekend, how about then?" he said, picking up his head to look at you.

"I'll have to think about it," you replied.

"You are going, right?" he asked, sounding almost confused.

"Yes," you answered. Not a single Hogwarts student would want to miss out on a trip to Hogsmeade. Not even you. 

"Then why not?" he asked, pushing the issue.

You readjusted so you could sit up. Fred sat up too, putting his back against the wall behind his bed. 

"I haven't told all of my friends about you yet," you admitted. "Spending time together at Hogsmeade would make us look like...well, a couple."

"And you have a problem with that?" he pressed on, sounding a bit hurt. 

"No, well....I just like how things are now. It's private. It's just you and I without other people getting into our business," you said with a shrug. 

"So you don't want people to know that you've been seeing me," he stated, turning his head so he wouldn't have to look at you.

"No, Fred," you replied, reaching for his hand. He pulled it away. "I'm just not sure that I'm ready for something so public after Adrian. I need a bit more time."

"You're willing to sneak around and hook up in my dormitory but you can't be seen with me at Hogsmeade?" he said, now very clearly upset. 

"Fred...." you trailed off, trying to find something to say. You agreed, it did sound that way. But you just weren't quite ready for a public commitment. The whole school would be buzzing, and you liked to remain out of the spotlight when it came to gossip. 

"Please, just go," Fred said, still refusing to look at you. You sat there frozen for a minute, absorbing his words. You quickly dressed yourself, pulling your robes on and grabbing your back pack.

You headed for the door, turning over your shoulder before you left. "I'm sorry, Fred," was all you could say before turning the knob and walking out.

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Next part

[muffinpink02]

Early Riser

Alexia wakes up early and she only one thing on her mind.

I don't know if I'm in love with this, let me know what you think.

@lucyandalexiafan Thank you for helping me girly 🫶

Warning - Smut 18

You're confused as you’re pulled from your sleep. Your eyes slowly open in a disoriented daze, your vision tries to adjust to the dark room. You could tell from the dim light outside that it was still early morning, though it wasn't your alarm that woke you from your deep slumbers.

Your blurry eyes blinked a little more, your brain was trying hard to function as it was still slowly waking up, that's when you could feel the gentle lips on your bare back as you slowly woke from your sleepy haze. You couldn’t stop the groan that escaped your lips from tiredness but also the familiar touch of her. 

Loose blonde hair tickled your naked back as Alexia lathered your skin in slow, hot kisses, her breath brought goosebumps to the bottom of your back, trickling the top of your neck. You could feel yourself slowly waking up, though you were still finding it hard to move your sleepy body.

Her delicate fingers traced ticklish patterns on your skin, moving down from your neck to below your arse cheeks. A moment like this would normally help you to sleep, but the feeling of her fingers edging closer to your lips made your clit wake up even before your brain could.

Alexia could tell you were awake, smiling against your skin as you let out a low moan. She moved up to your neck, pushing your messy bed hair from your face. You was on your front, your arms under your pillow, the way you always slept

“Good morning, bebé. Et necessito.” She murmured as she inhaled your neck, her nose sweetly nuzzling your skin.

You smiled sleepily into your pillow. You loved Alexia when she was like this, she was so needy, so impatient and completely enamoured by you. 

Every now and again Alexia liked to surprise you with early morning sex. You weren't sure what it was that made the Spainird want you as you slept, it was as if something came over her, it almost felt animalistic, like she just couldn't control herself, not that you had any complaints. 

“You have me, baby. I’m all yours.” You whispered as you slightly stretched, unintentionally bearing more of your naked skin to the girl as the covers moved with you.

Your rough morning voice only made Alexia's want for you to grow. You heard a faint groan from her as her soft kisses started to become small bites. 

“You’re all mine.” 

“Fuck, Ale.” You gasped as one of her bites sunk into your skin.

You could feel your cunt starting to throb, even in your tiredness the need for Alexia was already taking over. Her hand in your hair moved to your neck, pulling you closer to her mouth. You didn't have any time to worry about morning breath as she easily slipped her tongue between your sleepy puffy lips, forcing her way inside, causing you to gasp against her mouth. She gently sunk her teeth into your swollen lips, smirking wickedly when she heard you whimper.

You stayed like this for a while, just kissing, lips and tongues moving against each other, wet smacking noises made between the pair of you. Alexia stole your breath with each kiss, hardly allowing you time for air, it made you gasp desperately any time you could. Your head was spinning, for the need of oxygen or the need for her, you wouldn't know.

You felt her move around you, her large hand easily moving your body to lay on your side, your back to her chest. 

“Open your legs for me.” Her morning voice dripped into your ear.

You easily opened your legs. Then you felt it.

She was wearing her strap, your moan caught in your throat as her fingers traced your thighs. You naturally moved your arse back, begging her to use it. You instantly felt your cheeks flush red as you heard her low chuckle behind you, clearly finding it amusing that you were already so needy for her.

“I love it when you give yourself so easily to me, amor.” 

She bit your ear as she slipped her fingers through your slit. She couldn't hold back the surprised groan as she felt how wet you were for her already, she loved nothing more than how your body reacted to her, always so eager to please her. 

She gently rubbed her long fingers against you, spreading your wetness all over your sensitive flesh. Her lips trailed down your neck as she pressed her chest to your back, you bit your lip as you felt her perky nipples rub against your skin. 

Your body started to heat up, feeling all of these different sensations was a lot, but fuck did it feel good.

Your eyes were still lazy with sleep, but her hot fingers that played between your legs were starting to wake you with every stroke. You shamelessly pressed your hips into her hand chasing her touch, whimpering sleepily.

Fuck she felt amazing. Her talented fingers rubbed at you perfectly, making you moan for her.

“Ale, baby, that feels so good.” You whispered as your hips grinded into her.

Just as you got the perfect rhythm she moved her hand away, bringing her now wet digits to her mouth. That's when you heard her suck greedily on her fingers behind you, moaning at your taste.

“You always taste so good.” She husked as she licked the shell of your ear.

“Ale.” You backed your hips up again.

“Tell me, bebé. What do you want?”

“Anything. You can do anything.” 

Alexia closed her eyes as she stiffened behind you, she inhaled deeply, trying to compose herself as you said the words that always drove her crazy. She was horny before but now she was too far gone, she needed you.

She gathered your wetness on her palm, ignoring your desperate whimpers, she rubbed your natural lube on her strap, smearing your sticky essence along the long plastic. She sat up behind you, pulling your hips up in the air, forcing your body into the doggy position. In your tired state your brain hadn't woken up to keep the position she wanted, earning you a hard slap against your arse cheek. 

You yelped at the pain but it didn't stop her from landing another one against your cunt.

“Mantén-ho allà.” She growled behind you.

You nodded your head in the pillow, wanting so badly for her to take you. Your throbbing pussy was on show for her, even in the dark room she could see how wet you were for her, but it didn't stop her from leaning over and spitting on your lips, adding to your juices. 

You gassped as you felt her warm spit slide down your swollen lips, you felt like her own personal little whore, that was always ready for her to fuck when she felt like it. 

And you were.

You gasped as you felt the head of her strap, teasingly stroking your entrance. Slowly she pushed herself in, letting out her own grunt as she watched you take her so easily.  

The groan that escaped your throat was loud as you felt the plastic pushing against your tight walls, it felt like it was never ending, the slow push of the plastic just kept going and going. That's when you realised, she was wearing the big one. 

Your fingers gripped at the bed sheets, your body was a little more awake but your mind was still in a haze as you pictured Alexia wearing the thick purple strap.

She enters you slowly, feeling every millimetre of the strap opening you up. You moan at the slowness, trying to breath through the size of it. You blindly and sleepily reach out to try to grab her thigh, wanting to feel her, but she takes your hand and places it against your back.

“I’m here.” Her tone is calm, so calm that you can’t help but squeak out a cry when you feel the unexpected hard spank on your arse again.

Your breathing stopped as you felt her push impossibly deeper against your tight walls. Her large hand stroked your back soothingly. But you still gritted your teeth as the girth of her strap stretched you out as she finally bottomed out in you, 

"Give me the other wrist." She orders you.

You blindly put it next to the other one and she binds your wrist together with her one large hand, her tight grip makes your body shiver uncontrollably.

“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me.” She whispered to herself as she eyed your naked form.

You really didn’t, it was mesmerising watching your naked form arching your back with the perfect angle, giving yourself to the girl that you loved. She fucking adored you and you her.

“Will you be my good girl and take me?” She coed behind you.

It was a redundant question, you were already leaking on her strap, completely at her mercy, but you nod in your pillow anyways. “Yes.” You squeak out.

“You are so wet, amor. Letting me in so easily.” She moves her hips slightly, testing the waters. You could hear the lust in her voice, the sheer want. 

Her hips start a slow rhythm behind you, fucking you so deeply, watching as your cheeks gently bounce against her strong thighs. 

“Fuck.” She rasps from behind as her hips start to pick up pace.

“Ale!” You gasped. Your mouth gapes open, as her strap hits the perfect spot inside your walls, pushing and pulling the tight muscles. 

She picks up her pace as your moans start to bounce off the walls. The sound of skin slapping against each other is filthy but it’s music to both your ears. Her small grunts behind you make your head dizzy. 

She moves one of her hands from your wrist to your neck, pushing you down further into your pillow, but not enough to muffle your screams. No, she wants to hear every bit of noise she can force out of you. She uses the new angle to push even deeper inside of you. Her hips are relentless as she watches her thick strap slide in and out and of your very wet, very swollen cunt. 

She’s losing herself as she watches you below her, your high pitched moans drive something in her, making her hips snap quicker, the primal instinct to just fuck you raw takes over her body, the way she’s fucking you is verging on animalistic.

“You’re so loud, bebita. You’re going to wake the neighbours.” She smirks at her own words, not actually giving a rats arse about the neighbours and their sleep schedule. 

Her hand squeezed your neck, but you can’t bring yourself to reply. You can just about breath as she forces the air out of your lungs. 

“My good girl.” She grunts, letting out her own moans as her clit rubs deliciously against your arse. 

Her hips hit yours a few times before she stops.

“On your knees, face the mirror.”

You do as she said, your legs like jelly.

Her large hand gently slots around your neck, her fingers instinctively flex as she feels your pulse flutter under her touch. 

“Please, Ale.” you beg without knowing what you really want.

The blonde pulls you against her chest, making your head lean on her shoulders. You can feel her tight nipples rubbing against your back, you hear the way she moans into your neck from the touch. 

She’s inside you in a second. 

“Alexia!” The sound you let out is fucking loud, if the neighbours didnt know her name before, they do now. Your hands find her immediately, one wrapping the back of her neck, the other on her thigh.

“That's it, baby. Take it. Just take it.” 

And you do. You gladly take what she's giving you. Her whole body’s rocking into you, hitting her clit just right and you get to watch her every move as she takes you so effortlessly.

Her fingers flex around your pipe, squeezing the perfect amount to make your core clench and drip messily around her strap. The strained moan you let out makes Alexia’s eyes roll to the back of her head, she always loved the noises she could pull from you. 

“Look at you, déu meu. You are all mine. Look, cariño, look how good you are.” A surge of possessiveness takes over the blonde as she stares at the reflection in front of her.

The grip on your neck forces your head forward. Even in the dark light you could make out your reflection, you look fucked. Your hair was a mess, your face was still puffy with sleep, your swollen pouty lips look like they've doubled in size. 

A euphoric look takes over your features, as her strong hips rut harder behind you, your mouth hangs open in pleasure, allowing a quivering whimper to escape your lips. Alexia watches the bounce of your breast move from her quick thrust. A sense of pride takes over her at the way your body begins to form a light sheen of sweat as she makes your muscles work, even in its tired state. 

This was Alexia's favourite version of you, completely at her mercy.

“I love you, amor. My good girl.” 

“I-I love y-you.” You try to reply but it's difficult to form words when you have an athlete thrusting an 8 inch strap inside you, forcing space for itself on every stroke. But, it was more difficult when you saw the way her hazel eyes were staring at you, a wave of wetness dribbled down your shaky thighs.

Alexia was well and truly obsessed with you.

She moves your neck back to trail soft kisses down your sweaty neck, her thrust turning to a slower pace.

“I want you on top. I want to see your face properly. I need you so badly, amor. Will you do that for me? Hmm? Please.” She begs in your ear, her whispered words just for you.

Your core tightens almost painfully around her girthy strap, sometimes you were sure you could maybe, just maybe, come from Alexias words alone. 

You nod. “Yes, baby. Anything you want. I’m yours, always.”

That's all she needs to hear before the blondes laying on her back, helping you line up the strap to your dripping core.

The early morning light has become brighter, you can see Alexia's beautiful features clearer now, she takes your breath away as you watch her, watching you take her inch by inch. 

It's a lot, the girth, the length, the tiredness that still wavers though your body, the way she's watching you. Staring at you. 

You're obsessed with her.

Her hands stroke your thighs as you try to breathe through the fullness of her, you close your eyes and allow yourself to relax. A shy smile pulls at the corners of your lips when you feel Alexia’s long fingers intertwined with your own. She’s looking at you with pure want, you can taste it in your shared kisses, you can feel it as she wraps one large hand around your waist, stroking your skin with her thumb.

“You’re so beautiful, amor.” She smiles up at you, that smile that she only saves for you. 

“You are too, Ale. You’re the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on.” You bite your lip as you move your hips, emphasising on your last word. Her smile widens as she feels the movements.

“That's it bebita, don't be shy. I love when you ride me.” 

Your eyelashes flutter when you feel a small roll of her own hips below you. The hand on your waist squeezes you as she gives you another thrust, making you give out a small moan, then another and another. And then she's off.

“Fuck! Ale!” You gasp as you close your eyes, fully feeling the strap push into your core.

You try to breathe again, rolling your own hips with hers, in time to her rhythm shes set. She’s surprisingly slow, gentle even, a far cry from how she was fucking you earlier, the room fills with soft pants between the pair of you, words of love spoken under small moans. 

“Bebé.” She moans between pants. “Make me come. Just like this.”

“Do you like that, baby? Like that?”

You pick up your pace, pushing down a fraction harder as you snake your hips.

Hazel eyes flutter closed as she feels the strap grind against her swollen clit, her hand on your hips squeezes again, urging you to keep going.

Your relationship with Alexia is very 50/50, you share the chores, the driving, the grocery shopping and the bills. It’s balanced, and that also includes your roles for the bedroom. Another delicate balance of giving and taking, pleasing and pleasuring, dominance and submission. 

It's a perfect mix of yin and yang, Alexia is the storm that holds your hair in a ponytail as she rocks her strong hips into your mouth, all while you look up at her with adoration in your wide adoring eyes. 

But, the moment Alexia has you on top of her like this, the girl turns into a whimpering mess. It’s like a light switches on and the Spainard forgets all of her natural dominance, easily becoming a desperate mess. 

And you love it.

You gently rock your hips back and forth, you love the way her bottom lips caught between her teeth as her eyes are watching your movements, mesmerised as you easily move above her.  

Her lips part, the cutest of whimpers escape her puffy lips, you can’t resist leaning forward and capturing her mouth. The moan she lets out vibrates your own lips, sending hot shivers down your spine. 

“Give me your hands.”

Alexia doesn’t argue, or question your request, she never does when she's in this position, more than happy to let you take control. Her large hands eagerly find yours, you can’t help but smile at her willingness. 

You pin her hands beside her head, giving yourself more control. You trail your lips down her neck, your hips never stop moving as you take her strap. Your tongue darts out between your kisses, you instantly taste the salt on her neck, you can't stop yourself as you groan loudly at the tangy taste, making your mouth water from her natural essence. 

Many people would squirm away from such a taste, but not you, theres something about it that drives you fucking crazy. You need more, you greedily trail down her neck, sucking and biting as you take in her flavour that's coating her skin, you can hear and feel the blonde becoming a mess beneath you, but you can't stop. You need her. 

She's becoming restless beneath you as your mouth devours her skin, her breathing picks up to a deep pace. 

“Your mouth.” She groans quietly. “I-I can’t concentrate.” 

It’s exactly what you want to hear, the dam of self control bursting beneath you. She’s losing her resolve, feeling your tongue press against her hot skin, the constant grind of your talented hips on her swollen wet clit. Her hips bucked up with a hard thrust, in turn making you bite down on her neck. You almost feel bad at the pained whimper she makes, but it doesn't stop you from sucking more of her skin into your mouth.

“Sorry, baby.” You mumble against her now red skin, kissing the sting away.

Alexias fingers flex against yours, she can feel her own wetness dripping between her cheeks as you continue to ride her. She can feel her orgasm building, the warm flush rises from the pits of her stomach, right to the tips of her fingers. 

“Look at me, baby.” You purr against her lips. 

Hazel eyes flutter open, her pupils are blown out. 

“I’m close.” 

“Yeah? You wanna come baby?” You press your lips to hers.

“Sí, sí. Please.” 

It's a rare sight for Alexia to beg, so of course you take advantage. 

“I want to hear you beg, baby.” You tease, stealing another kiss from her blown out lips.

Alexia eyes lock with yours, you can see the flicker of hesitation, but with another deep snake of your hips you have her. 

“Please, keep doing that. Merda, yes, just like that!” She pleads.

You tighten your hold on her wrist, grinding down harder on her strap, you can't stop your own groans as her strong hips buck uncontrollably underneath you. Her abs flex hard from each shallow breath she takes, the muscles in her biceps tense as she loses more of herself to you. 

The small frown between her eyebrows deepen, you can tell she's getting closer. So, you lower your mouth to her chest, taking in her erect nipple. 

“Sí! Sí. Don’t stop!” 

We all know now that Alexia’s nipples are her kryptonite.

You suck and grind, lick and roll your hips. You’re using every bit of concentration you have to work the girl as she thrust deeper into you, it’s a hard task, feeling your own climax growing between your legs, but with the way Alexia begs and pleads there's no way you can stop.

“Fuck, Ale.” You groan as you suckle on her strained nipple, trying to lick the spit that escapes your mouth, finding your own mind faltering as her hips keep fucking frantical into you. 

“Just like that, please, please, bebé!” Her mouth hangs open as she feels the last thread of her restraint snaps. 

She breaks as you bring her to her climax.

Her orgasm rushes through every nerve in her body, sparks of pleasure washing and waving through her muscles as her body spasms hard beneath you.

You keep bouncing your hips above her, making sure to hit the spot that's making Alexia desperately groan out in pleasure. Your mouth stays on her chest, gently sucking on her flesh as she continues to grind and pant. 

Alexia’s body keeps desperately grinding, small whimpers slipping from her until she finally goes limp. You let out small pants of your own, still feeling the thick strap inside your very tight walls.

“I love when you’re on top.” Alexia lets out a breathless chuckle.

Her dopey smile makes your heart swell. A face splitting smile crosses your own face as you look down at the blonde. The obsession you have for each other pouring out in your smiles.

“Get on top.” She breathes out.

“What?” You chuckle.

“Get on top.”

You’re about to question her again, until she smirks up at you, sticking out her pink tongue. Then the penny drops.

“Oh..OHHH!” Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment at your slowness.

You wince as you move off of her strap, but you can’t hide the excitement as wobbly legs crawl up to the girl's face. 

Her tongue eagerly licks at her lips, as she spots the wetness that drips from your swollen lips.

You gently scoop her hair into your hands, and settle above her. 

“You’re dripping.” Alexia whispears below you. You can’t stop the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when you feel her breath on you.

“Come, let me taste you, cariño. Let me make you feel good.” She presses her lips to your shakey thigh.

Her now free hands pull you down onto her awaiting mouth.

“Fuck!” You gasp as you feel her tongue slide into your lips.

The blonde groans loudly. Like you, she can't hold her want for you back. She sucks your clit into her mouth, swirling your clit against her talented tongue. 

She’s so gentle, licking and lapping at your velvety folds, you can hear how wet you are, it almost makes you a little self conscious until you hear Alexia moaning at her own pleasure from you on her tongue.

It gives you the confidence to grind on her mouth, a smile pulls at your lips as you look down, the girls in her own world, her eyes closed as her chin becomes soaked with your juices. She wraps her plump lips around your puffy clit and you can’t stop yourself as you groan loudly. You’re already gone, you can feel this isn't going to take long. Your thighs start to shake, your hands in her hair pull her closer, grinding your hips into her warm mouth.

“Ale, baby, I’m going to come! Fuck.”

Her hazel eyes flicker at yours, her large hands tighten around your hips, pulling you down, driving your hips harder. You snake your hips, landing one hand on the head board, the other lacing her hair. 

Alexia loves when you’re on top (in any position) she loves watching you lose yourself as your body takes what she gives you, watching you bounce and grind on top of her face, greedily swallowing and drinking down your essence. 

A gentle tug in her hair makes her groan against your core and it's the last push you need to finally see stars.

“Hmmm, fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

Your orgasm explodes though your body, your hips push uncontrollably harder, Alexia only moans louder, sucking on your bundle of nerves, sending electric sparks right through you.

You gasp, closing your eyes as you try to catch your breath. Your muscles are shaking hard against the blonde's head, Alexia smiles sweetly as she kisses you down, waiting for you to come back to her.

You wobbly move to the side, dropping on your back.

“Well, that's one way to start your morning.” You laugh, still trying to catch your breath. 

“It’s the best way to wake up.” She leans over and kisses your lips, leaving a shimmer of your juices on your mouth. You can't help but groan, tasting yourself on her tongue.

Her hazel eyes roam your face as she pulls back, that dopey smile still plastering her face. The girl still gives you butterflies, even after all these years of being together. 

You hear a small rumble coming from below.

“Is someone hungry?” You chuckle.

“Sí, I think I need seconds.” She raises her eyebrows with the most mischievous look she can muster.

Before you can stop her (not that you would) Alexia’s shimmying down your body, settling herself between your legs. 

The girl had you for breakfast, lunch and dinner that day.

[allurearia]

The Glow We Share.

The wild party nights have shifted into cozy movie nights for the Slytherins. You and Theodore settle under a warm blanket, sharing a glow.

Ever since 8th year began at Hogwarts, Friday nights for the Slytherins had taken a completely different turn. The once wild parties that stretched until the sun came up were replaced with more relaxing movie nights. Of Course they still loved those beloved parties of theirs, nothing could replace the feeling of getting absolutely wasted after another match, kicking gryffindors arse. But the Friday movie nights were a tradition blaise and pansy had insisted heavily on wanting to experience something new with the group that didn't end in them getting heavily intoxicated.

The once heavily coated with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol slytherin common room had become a safe haven for the group of snakes now adorned with soft pillows, heavy blankets and littered with scented candles, the fireplace casting a soft glow over the room.

“Honestly you lot are obsessed with this horror shit why can't we pick something lighter?” 

Enzo complained holding up and inspecting some rom com CD’S.

Mattheo sits up straight after being sprawled up on the floor for the past 20 mins watching everyone argue over this week's genre. he stretched out his arm, pointing lazily toward you and Theodore, who were seated comfortably next to each other.

"Come on, Berkshire," Mattheo drawled, "we already have a live rom-com happening right here." His gaze flicked knowingly between the two of you , his smirk widening. "Why settle for a film when you've got front-row seats?"

You nudge Mattheo with your foot  “You’re an idiot,” she muttered Theodore, unbothered as ever, just raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

"Not sure I’d call it romantic, Mattheo," Theo quipped, eyes still fixed on the horror movie cover in his hand. "But if you insist, I can start dramatically professing my love right here if it’ll entertain you."

Pansy let out a loud laugh from across the room. "Please do! We could use the entertainment while we wait for this nightmare of a movie to start."

Enzo rolled his eyes, waving the rom-com CD at Mattheo. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But just wait until “the notebook” starts and you all get sappy.” he argues putting his hands up making air quotes.

“I’ll be asleep before the opening credits,” Blaise remarked dryly, earning a chuckle from Draco, who was still flipping through his book, pretending to not care about the arguments circling him.

“Alright, enough of this,” Theo said, standing up to finally load the horror movie into the projector. “You’ll get your rom-com, Enzo, but you’re sitting through this first.”

The lights proceeded to dim and you could hear the opening scene start to play but you had found it hard to keep your eyes open the long week filled with  due assignments and  practice has wore you out the comfortable bedding on the sofa wasn't helping your case Your head began to droop slightly, and before you knew it, you shifted closer to Theodore, seeking his warmth. 

He didn’t seem to mind. Without taking his eyes off the screen, Theo casually wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as you settled against him. The steady rhythm of his breathing was calming, and you felt yourself relax into his side, your head resting comfortably on his chest. The scent of his cologne and the soft fabric of his sweater made you feel more comfortable than ever

The occasional jump scares or bursts of laughter from the others barely registered as you snuggled deeper into Theo, your eyelids growing heavier by the second. You felt his hand gently brush through your hair and the other under your sweater as he drew unrecognizable shapes on your skin, the movement soothing. 

"You tired already?" Theo's voice was soft, barely above a whisper, so the others wouldn't hear. His lips curved into a faint smile as he glanced down at you, noticing how you were slowly nodding off.

"Mm, just a little," you mumbled sleepily, nuzzling into his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, a comforting rhythm that made it even harder to stay awake. 

"Go ahead and sleep, love," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement as he shifted slightly to make you more comfortable. "I’ll protect you from all the jump scares."

You chuckled weakly, your eyes already closed as you gave in to the drowsiness. “You better, my knight in shining armor ” you whispered back, the teasing tone in your voice fading as sleep overtook you.

Theo kept his arm wrapped around you, his thumb absentmindedly tracing shapes on your waist as he continued watching the movie. Every now and then, he'd glance down at you, a soft, almost protective look in his eyes

Across the room, Mattheo, who had been watching the whole exchange, nudged Draco and smirked. “Told you. Real-life rom-com right here.” 

Draco rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.

As the end credits started to roll, Blaise stretched lazily and groaned. “That was a complete waste of time. Barely any scary scenes, and the ones that were there? Predictable.”

Mattheo, lounging on the floor with his arms crossed, nodded in agreement. “Seriously, Theo, you call that horror? I’ve seen scarier things at breakfast. Next time, I’m picking the movie.”

“You say that every time,” Draco muttered, closing his book with a soft thud. “But it never changes.”

Pansy, who had been rummaging through a bowl of snacks, turned to throw in her opinion when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She froze, blinking a few times before a slow grin spread across her face.

“Well, would you look at that,” she whispered, nudging Enzo next to her and pointing discreetly in your direction. 

Everyone’s eyes followed her gesture to where you and Theodore were now curled up together on the couch, fast asleep. Your head was still nestled against Theo’s chest, his arm wrapped protectively around you. His head had tilted slightly, resting on top of yours as the soft glow of the fire cast a warm, peaceful light over both of you.

“Aww, would you look at the lovebirds,” Pansy teased, barely containing her laughter. “And they missed the whole movie.”

Enzo grinned, shaking his head. “Can’t really blame them. That movie was awful, but apparently, they found something better to do.” He winked at Mattheo, who smirked in response.

Mattheo leaned over toward Blaise, muttering loud enough for the whole group to hear, “See? Told you we didn’t need a rom-com tonight. We had a live show right in front of us.”

Blaise chuckled under his breath, standing up to stretch. “Yeah, but I’m still picking next week’s movie. And I swear, no more of this psychological thriller nonsense. Give me a proper horror film.”

Pansy rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. “At this point, just let them sleep. They look too cute to disturb anyway.

With everyone quietly cleaning up the mess from the last two hours, the room was filled with the gentle rustling of blankets being folded and the clinking of empty butterbeer bottles being gathered. Pansy carefully picked up the numerous chocolate wrappers that had been scattered across the floor while Blaise stretched, already making plans to head to bed.

“Alright, I’m out,” Enzo yawned, heading toward the door. “See you lot in the morning.”

“Yeah, I’m done too,” Pansy added, standing up and grabbing her pillow. “Goodnight, everyone.”

“Night,” Draco called, making his way up the stairs, followed by Blaise. Soon, the common room grew quieter as each of them disappeared to their dorms, leaving behind only a dimly lit space and the crackling of the fire.

Except for Mattheo.

He lingered, casually fluffing the pillows on the couch and folding the blankets with exaggerated care. No one questioned why he stayed behind, but the others left him to his task, too tired to notice his subtle glances toward you and Theodore.

Once the common room was finally empty, Mattheo glanced around to make sure everyone was gone. With a quiet sigh, he leaned down and carefully grabbed one of the thicker blankets from the pile they had used earlier. Glancing at the two of you, still sound asleep and curled up against each other, he smirked softly, shaking his head.

“Hopeless,” he muttered under his breath, but there was a fondness in his tone.

Mattheo gently draped the blanket over you and Theodore, making sure it was tucked around both of you just right, ensuring you were warm and comfortable. He stepped back, taking a moment to admire his work and then let out a quiet chuckle.

“You owe me for this one, Nott,” he whispered, barely audible, as if talking to his sleeping friend. Then, with one last glance, Mattheo turned and made his way toward the boys' dormitory, leaving the two of you nestled together beneath the blanket, completely undisturbed in your peaceful slumber.

Anything to be the best man at the wedding. He guesses.

Divider credit goes to the lovely @kodaswrld <3

[teashellscape]

Harvey x reader (Minors dni)

Paring: sdv Harvey x reader

Synopsis: Harvey’s had a rough day at work and has been stuck doing gruelling paperwork all day. You wanna help him relieve some stress. Some plot, mainly just smut!

Warnings: 18+ smut (minors dni), reader described as having a vagina, oral sex (reader and Harvey receiving), vaginal sex, surprise squirting.

Word count: 1,592k

Rays of light spill through the white blinds of Harvey’s small office; he’s sat behind his desk, head basically buried in his laptop with piles of paperwork surrounding him, his hair is messy and disheveled and he has a frustrated look on his face. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you glance at him. “Hey, you been doing paperwork all day?” You chirp. He looks up from his screen with a huff and smiles slightly seeing your small figure standing in the doorway.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” He rolls back slightly from his desk, his tie is pulled down slightly and some of his buttons undone. You blush at the sight of him like that, it’s rare that work frustrates or bores your boyfriend so you know you’re in for a ride later on.

“Why don’t you come and take a break, sit with me.” You say clicking the door shut and sitting on the small loveseat next to you, patting for him to sit.

“I’m sorry honey but I can’t. I still have so much paperwork to do it’s looking like I’m going to be here all night.” He gives you a sad look, eyes flicking between you and the piles of paperwork laid out on his desk. “No, it won’t hurt you or your work, come on, you’ve probably been sat there all day staring at that screen. You need a break, you’re gonna strain your eyes and get a migraine.” Harvey looks over at you with an all knowing smile.

He chuckles, “never thought you’d be giving me of all people medical advice.” Smiling he stands up, walks over and flops down on the sofa next to you. He closes his eyes with a smile on his face, you turn to him sitting curled up and began playing with his hair. “Mm that’s nice.” He mumbles smiling.

“Do you know what could be nicer?” You say through a smile, blushing slightly. He opens his eyes and looks to the side at you as if to say ‘what?’. You crawl over to him straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck bringing your face so close to him you’re almost nose to nose. With no words said Harvey’s lips crash into yours, his hands sit on your hips every now and then snaking down to give your arse a tight squeeze. Your hand begin playing with the curly strands of hair at the nape of his neck. He grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger and moves your head to the side kissing down your cheek and travelling to your neck, sucking lightly and nipping in spots, not leaving a mark behind unfortunately. You mewl and moan softly, breathing heavy as you begin to unknot his tie and slowly start unbuttoning his shirt. He moves back up to kiss your lips lightly biting at the bottom one, you let out another moan.

Slowly you begin to move down his body kissing down his chest towards his bellybutton. You begin to unbuckle his belt excruciatingly slow, palming his growing erection and continuing to leave small pecks along his abdomen. Harvey begins to get slightly frustrated with how long you’re taking and starts grabbing at your hair trying to encourage you to speed up. You smirk at his eagerness, pull off his belt and unzip his trousers. He moves you away so that he can pull both his trousers and boxers down letting his erection spring free and slap against his stomach. A wide smile grows on your face as you grasp it in your hand and spit on the tip, you begin pumping it and look up into Harvey’s eyes, his face flushing and quiets mewls escaping his parted lips, he looks absolutely gorgeous. Once you’d had enough pumping it you slip his pink tip between your lips and lick along his shaft watching his head fall back in bliss; his mewls quickly becoming moans. You bob your head back and forth pumping whatever you couldn’t fit in, Harvey’s hand bunched in your hair lightly guiding you along.

Eventually Harvey had had enough and pulled you off of him dragging you to your feet, he roughly pulled your shirt over your head and quickly discarded your bra. He puts his hands under your arse and you jump up wrapping your legs around his waist, you both start another steamy make out session, this time his lips travel down and he begins to make sure he’s leaving marks along your collarbone. Harvey walks over to his desk and begins to clear it, literally just pushing all the paperwork onto the floor, he shuts his laptop lid and chucks it onto the sofa behind you both. He sits you down on his desk pulling away from the kiss, you both heaving with a string of saliva still connecting you and puffy swollen lips. “Lay back.” He commands, all you can do is nod blushing furiously.

Harvey begins leaving kisses and nibbles along your soft stomach making his way to your trousers and unbuttoning them, pulling them down and discarding them. His eyes laid heavy on your soaked panties, he puts his long fingers to them slowly moving up and down. You let out a long whine as he moves to your face kissing you roughly on the lips, “so wet for me, you’ve been waiting all day for this haven’t you?” He smirks and you nod humming in response. His free hand again moves down to grasp your arse, him being this dominant is shocking to you but it just turns you on so much more. He begins once again trailing kisses down your stomach while pulling your sopping panties down your legs. He starts toying with your clit before very easily slipping a finger in making you let out a fairly loud moan. His lips travel down to your little bundle of nerves and he begins sucking while pumping and curling his fingers inside of you, you can’t help but whine and crumble under his touch.

When you first started dating you never expected him to be this good in bed but him being a doctor he probably had a slut phase in college and fuck had it paid off in your favour. Harvey begins switching between sucking and swirling his tongue around your clit making you feel practically numb with pleasure, you could already feel your release building. “Mmm look at you getting tighter already, you gonna cum for me already honey?” He practically whispers, his warm breath enveloping you making you shiver. “Come on, come for me lovely.” He kisses and toys more with your clit, curling his fingers inside of you more aggressively making you writhe. That all too familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, the next thing you know you’re at your release, your legs shaking violently; you moan loudly, practically seeing stars under his touch, feeling yourself let go completely.

Harvey begins chuckling slightly, still pumping his fingers in and out softly. “Now I didn’t know you could do that.” The next thing you realise is you’ve squirted all over him, feeling embarrassed you cover your face with your hands and you feel his fingers exit you leaving you feel cold and empty making you whine. He gently pulls your hands away from your face and kisses you. You can taste yourself on his lips and smell yourself on his mustache. “Let’s see if we can get you to do that again huh?” He says moving back and putting your legs over his shoulder carefully lining his dick up with you. He reaches over to his draws and pulls a condom out, quickly unwrapping it and slipping it onto his length. He rubs himself on you using your slick as lube and then quickly slips himself inside, you both moan out in bliss. “Soft or rough?” He asks leaving you slightly confused.

“Surprise me.” You say smiling. He smiles and begins pumping in and out you both moaning in bliss. He changes paces on and off between fast and hard and soft and intimate and it practically makes the room spin for you. “Oh fuck Harvey, keep going.” You moan to him. Your legs being over his shoulders means he’s hitting your sweet spot over and over and over again sending you wild. You’re both absolute moaning sweaty messes and Harvey moves his hands from your legs to toy with your breasts, playing with your nipples, straight away almost sending you over the edge again.

Harvey’s thrusts begin to get sloppy. “Keep going, faster.” You slur out and without even a second thought the man begins absolutely railing you and starts toying with your clit again. That knot begins to once again form in your stomach and it doesn’t last long until you let go, coming on his cock and once again squirting all over him. Harvey keeps thrusting and finally cums, you feel the warmth filling the condom. He pulls out, ties and disposes of the condom and picks you up bringing you back over to the sofa laying you down gently and moving his laptop to the floor. He grabs his bottle of water and a cloth and cleans you both up, he lays behind you and snuggles closely your naked bodies entwining one another.

“I love you (y/n).” He says,

“I love you too.”

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[moonyeyedstar]

Omg can you do a part to to I want you both!! Pretty please 🥺

I Want You Both pt 2 (Poly!Mauraders x f!reader) (Smut)

*18+* Part 1 Link I hope you like it! <3333

“Come on, hurry up!”  Sirius called out as he shivered in the Black Lake completely nude, with his two best friends.  It would have been pitch black if Remus hadn’t been smart enough to remember a few lanterns.  The flame flickered away in the glass shell, illuminating your path to them.

“Shut up, Black!”  You stripped quickly, earning a whistle from Sirius before both James and Remus pinched him.

“Oi!  Hands to yourself!”  Sirius yelped, and you ran into the lake, dark water splashing around you.  

“This was a bad idea,” your teeth chattered, but Remus quickly put his wandless magic skills to good use and cast a warming charm around the four of you, not only making the water bearable but actually pleasant.

“Oh, you love me,” Sirius grinned as he leaned in for a kiss, which you would’ve been stupid to deny.  You rolled your eyes but eagerly returned his advancement, deepening the kiss.  Sirius was no novice when it came to making your knees weak.  You let gentle moans make their way into the kiss.  Remus wrapped his arms around your waist from behind you, pressing his already hard cock agaisnt the small of your back.  Slickness began to grow between your thighs.  James pumped himself to his full erection as he watched the three of you, his cock twiching in his palm.  

“Oh, fuck me, Remus,” you moaned out as you pressed yourself against Remus, feeling his smirk as he kissed the back of your neck.  You sent a hand down to grasp Sirius’s cock, you could feel his breath hitch in the kiss as your grasped him and pumped him in your firm grip.

“Fuck,” Sirius moaned out, his hips jerking into your hand.  Remus pulled back, his hands sliding down from your waist to your hips as he slowly filled your aching cunt inch by inch.

“Why don’t you fuck Padfoot, James?”  Remus smirked to himself as you cried out moans from the way your pussy stretched around his cock.  “I think he would love that, won’t you, Pads?”

“Fuck yes,” Sirius moaned out shamelessly as you pumped him in rhythm with Remus’s thrusts.  James’s cheeks warmed as he grasped Sirius’s hips, using a spell to make his tight hole slick.  Sirius whimpered from the tingling sensation the spell cast upon him but was all too eager to take James in his arse while you pumped his twitching cock.  James slowly buried his thick size in Sirius’s tight hole, both of their heads falling back in pleasure.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned as Sirius’s lips separated from yours.  Watching James fuck Sirius while Remus fucked you made your stomach do flips.  They looked so fucking hot.  

After a few thrusts, Sirius returned his gaze to you, doing his best to regain his composure and prolong his orgasm that was threatening to release at any second.

“So fucking tight,” Remus groaned agasinst your skin, now leaving bruise marks on your shoulders with his lips,  

“Oh, Remus,” your moans were muffled in the kiss you shared with Sirius, and your hips shook as he picked up his pace, fucking you harder than ever.

“You take me so well, Pads,” James smirked on the back of Sirius’s neck, trailing his lips to nibble on the bottom of his ear lobe before sliding one of his hands off his hip and up his chest, feeling him tremble in his touch, as he grasped his neck firmly.  Sirius choked out his moans into your mouth, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, he was so damn close.

“I’m gonna cum!”  You cried out as your hips shook and your knees buckled.  Your body went limp against Sirius, but he held you strong against his chest.  He buried his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his moans as he caressed your back and you continued to pump him lazily, his cock twitching quicker than ever.  It only took a few more minutes for him to be spilling out.

“Merlin fuck!”  Sirius’s hips bucked, but James held him in place as he gave him his last few thrusts before filling his tight hole.  James loved the way Sirius arse throbbed around his cock.

“R-Remus, please,” you moaned drunkenly, your second orgasm rocking through your body from Remus’s relentless tempo.  “Please cum inside me,” you whined.

“Shit,” Remus moaned under his breath as he pumped you full of his seed.  You were all limp and practically floating in the lake.

“Who goes there!”  Filch’s shrill voice shouted, a meow following not too far after. 

“Shit,” the four of you all sunk under the water.  Filch mumbled something bitterly to himself, and he picked up all your clothes off the grass and tossed them over his arm that carried a rusty, creaky lantern.  Sirius was the first one up to check if he was gone.

“Wanker stole our bloody clothes!”  Sirius cried out.

“What’s he going to do with a lady's undergarments?  He is far too ugly for drag,” James stared at the empty grass.

“I know what he’s gonna do,” Remus's nose crinkled, earning a gag from all of you.

“Well, someone better do something because I am not streaking through the school,” your tone was firm.

“Don’t worry, I would love to streak through the school,” Sirius beamed and ran out of the lake.  “Get your cameras ready, ladies, here I come!”  Sirius disappeared into the darkness.

“Prongs… Didn’t you bring the cloak?”  Remus looked over to him.“Yeah, but that idiot is happy, so don’t tell him,” James laughed.  Oh, Sirius.

[pseudowho]

Glory Glory: Nanami Kento

An absolutely unhinged delicious "Help, I'm stuck!" series, where the reader is taken care of by the JJK guys.

18+ as always. Pure smut.

*Visual art of Reader/Nanami positions, link enclosed*

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You were never able to concentrate fully when sent on a mission with Nanami Kento, and it drove you to absolute distraction. The broad taper of his shoulders and nipped waist; the way his thighs strained his tan trousers dangerously tightly as he moved to sweep Curses like a minefield; the slow, considered, gravelly voice. You remained professional...but clumsy.

Already blushing after Kento complimented you smoothly on landing the killing blow on  the Curse, now crumbled and decaying before you, you sought the Cursed item that had been drawing such powerful monsters in. Roaming through the remnants of this crumbling city-edge mansion, you headed into a dining room, feeling the thrum of nearby Cursed energy that told you you were nearing your goal.

Your hand brushed the brickwork of an old chimney stack-- gotcha, you thought, leaning down to try to look up it, unable to find the right angle. Sitting on your bottom, and shuffling backwards to look directly up the chimney, you reached in, feeling something small and fabric wrapped, wedged into old brickwork. You began to work to free the item.

"In here!" you yelled, as you heard Kento call for you. Your yelling brought a crumble and cloud of soot and brick dust onto your face, and as you coughed, pulling the cursed item free, part of the chimney stack collapsed inwards against you, pinning you in place, bottom still sat on the floor below you.

You heard hard footsteps towards the room as you shrieked, Kento calling for you in concern. You coughed and spluttered, glasses covered in debris, stuck in the dark. You felt Kento approach, hearing him drop to his knees, and blushing as his hands lightly grazed your waist and hips, checking for injury.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his usual calm and considered self. He almost sounded like he was holding back a laugh, you thought.

"No, but I...I don't think I can get out. I'm stuck," you complained, mortified by your own lack of care. You heard Kento hum to himself.

"That is a problem," he toned, low and sardonic, "what shall we do with you?" You blushed, heat creeping up your cheeks at the promise in his voice. You swallowed.

"Uhm...Kento? Can you get me out?"

"Well, yes. I absolutely can." Silence. Kento's hands were still on your hips, fingers tapping, slow and thoughtful.

As you opened your mouth to speak again, clenching your thighs together, not unnoticed by Kento, he spoke again.

"But, why rush? After all," he toned, voice silky smooth as his fingers squeezed your hips appreciatively, "we might even see this as...serendipitous." You let out a soft gasp, squeaking as you felt his warm, broad palms reach underneath you to squeeze your arse, the touch drawn-out and lingering.

"I've waited for a long time, you know," he intoned, musing out loud, "all those missions together. All the times I've caught you staring. How the hairs stand up on your arms when I talk to you."

You trembled as you felt his hands wander to the front of your trousers, reaching down to deftly unbutton and unzip your them. You throbbed, thighs clenching and eager.

"I can almost taste you aching for me," Kento teased, thrilled by how you shook in silent anticipation. "It would be cruel to let you suffer like this any longer." Your eyes were closed now, lost in your dream of Kento taking charge being realised.

Kento felt his cock twitch against his thigh as he slipped his hand down the front of your trousers, humming in appreciation at the laced edge of your underwear, before grazing his fingers against your pussy, admiring the growing wetness of your underwear. His mouth watered, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

Feeling your thighs clamp around his hand, holding it in place, Kento chuckled as he heard a breathy moan from within the chimney stack. He continued to stroke you, increasing the pressure just enough that you felt a distant soft ache building in your clit.

"Kento-- I-- please--"

"Lovely manners," he groaned, palming himself through his trousers as he slowly started to edge his fingers out of your trousers. You let out a frustrated squeak and a wiggle, and Kento bit his lip to suppress another laugh.

"Ask nicely," he teased, admiring the soft spread of your thighs against the floor, running his other hand up and down them to delight in the plushness of you. He pursed his lips in mirth as he heard you huff at him behind the chimney stack.

Your complaining stopped, however, when you felt him grip your trousers and eagerly peel them off you, along with your underwear, leaving your bottom half totally naked in one shockingly bold move.

You were speechless, blushing wildly and flustered, and you heard fabric-y shuffles against the floor, before feeling your bottom lifted by strong arms and settled onto Kento's muscular, planed chest. You squeaked as he slapped your bum in appreciation, the sting making you moan.

"I hope you know this is me asking you out for dinner," he soothed. Kento lifted your bottom again, high enough for him to wriggle under and delve his tongue into your quivering heat, wetting his lips at the sight of your soft folds and full round arse.

"Although...at least the first time, I'll be eating out without you." You had barely a moment to process before Kento released your weight, forcing your pussy down onto his face. You cried out, feeling your clit immediately hit Kento's chin, his tongue appreciatively licking a long stripe between your entrance and clit, nose nuzzling into your fluttering hole.

Pleasure hit you in deep throbs as Kento rocked your hips back and forth on his face, encouraging you to ride him, your knees and thighs splayed out at either side of his head. Allowing you to roll your clit against his chin and lips until you were mewling, your essence running down his neck to decorate his collar, Kento shifted his mouth down to pucker his lips firmly around your clit, flicking his tongue quickly against it.

You shivered, begging, "-- oh god, Kento-- just keep doing that, that's perfect, I can't-- I can't--" Kento carried on, nose still nuzzling into your pussy and tongue flicking against your clit, pleasuring you with absolute practiced ease. He groaned as he felt your thighs clamp around his head, the vibrations sending you over the cliff's edge and you fell, stomach swooping and clenching as you came with a cry, gasping and coughing as more brick dust collapsed onto your face.

Kento nuzzled into you, gripping your thighs affectionately with strong forearms, rocking you from side to side as he squeezed them to the sides of his head, cuddling your lower half to him. Lifting you off, and planting a kiss on your folds, Kento lifted his tie to wipe your cum off his face.

"Is that a yes to dinner, then?" He asked, laughing as you tried to kick at him.

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Also arriving tonight on scheduled blogs:

Kamo Choso, Higuruma Hiromi

[forsworned]

The mid-December air gnaws into your bones as you sit on a weathered log adjacent to your balaclava-clad comrade, rifle in hand, fully geared up. You sigh, watching your breath fog in the cold as you glance up at the overcast sky.

"It's too fuckin' chilly out." you mutter, scratching behind your ear as you brush your hair back.

Ghost scoffs. "Cold, are you? Didn't sign up for a spa day, mate."

You narrow your eyes at him, a flicker of annoyance crossing your face which only makes him to chuckle quietly to himself. But as you shift your gaze, something catches your attention--tiny, delicate snowflakes falling down from the Heavens as they gently drift down and touch the tip of your nose, and quickly coats your lashes, and hair. A grin curls at the corners of your lips, despite the masticating chill.

"Wait...it this--" You pause, blinking as the snow swirls around your frame. "holy shit, this is snow."

Ghost cocks a brow, his amusement growing as he analyzes your growing joy. "Yer jokin'." He watches as you raise your hand to touch the flurries. "Never seen snow before?"

You shake your head, observing as the flakes melt in your palm. "Nah, always been in warm places, so this is kinda cool."

He let's out an amused grunt. "Bloody hell, like a kid seein' Santa, you are." His tone is teasing and thick with that Manchester drawl, but it's softened when he looks at you. "Give it ten minutes, you'll be sick of it."

You laugh, bright and vibrant, catching him off guard. For a second, he just takes stock of you, a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth under his balaclava.

"Enjoy it while ya can," he mutters, adjusting his rifle in his lap. "You'll be cursin' it along with the rest of us soon enough." His voice still carries that dry edge, but there's a warmth that lingers even if he's mocking you. He's annoyed at his himself for finding your reaction endearing. The kind of soft spot that he'd take to the grave with him.

You smile, still examing the snow fall arounf you, but you can't help catching the way his eyes linger on you for a bit longer than usual. Despite his gruff exterior, there's a trace of fondness etched into his expression under that skull balaclava.

"Yeah, maybe," you say, shaking some snow off from your sleeve. "But right now, it's not so bad."

Ghost lets out another low grunt, but it's not without that snarky humor of his. "We'll see 'bout that when yer boots are soaked and yer teeth are chatterin'"

You snicker and nudge him with your foot, earing a brief side-eyed before he shifts his focus back to the surrounding. He scans the area with practiced vigilance and keen focus. But even as he does, you notices he is not entirely immune to the cutesy moment.

"Right, up ya get ." he says after a beat, pushing off of the log. "Before ya freeze solid and I've gotta carry yer sorry arse."

"You act like I wouldn't would love that." You take his forearm and he pulls you up to your feet. His mask is warped with a smirk peeking underneath. You shift your gaze back to the flurries that are coming down harder and quicker.

"Let's just...stay here for a few more minutes." You murmur. And there's that childlike wonder in your eyes that has Ghost hooked.

"A'right." He grumbles, standing closely beside you. Close enough so that you can feel his body radiating with his heat to keep you warm during this little shared moment. And there's that little shift that makes his heart stir when he feels you slightly lean against his side. For all his grumbling, Ghost stays right there with you silently indulging in the moment, the falling snow softening the edges of the world around you both, even if just for a little while.

[jam3sacaster]

“Your turn.”

(Rivals) Declan O’Hara x Reader

Suggestion by one’s own heart 🩷 A drinking game between you and Declan goes very… right?

18+ FANFIC / Smut! Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🫶🏽

As the frosted evening grew to a close, tendrils of amber and gold peppered the sky, washing The Priory in the most glorious sunsetted glow. You sat at the dining table, lazily slumped and flicking nonchalantly through The Scorpion. “This, or this?” Declan asked, pulling both a bottle of Bell’s whiskey and a bottle of Gordon’s gin from the cupboard under the sink. “Both?” You suggested, and watched his teasing grin as he slammed both bottles onto the table. Pulling yourself from your slump, you pottered over to the cabinet and pulled out two pint glasses. “Pints? Ya’ fuckin’ mad bird.” Declan chuckled to himself, sitting back down and pouring you both a half pint of whiskey.

Taking a moment to take in the virile man afore you, your thighs involuntarily squeezed together. Wiry corkscrews of chocolate curls, a bristled moustache and rippling, Herculean biceps. Just thinking about him bending you over the dining table, pulling you by the hair and making you his bitch… was making you feral enough to chomp down on your bottom lip hard enough to taste blood. Slugging a large gulp of whiskey into your parched mouth, you kick off your ballet pumps and reveal your sheer stockings, held up perfectly by laced ivory garters — and Declan’s jaw dropped. Detecting his lecherous gaze, your dainty foot crept up his leg, brushing past his thigh and pressing gently against his growing bulge.

The Irishman lit a cigarette and exhaled, thick clouds of smoke constricting your lungs as it washed across your face. Declan chugged at his whiskey like his life depended on it — repeatedly refilling his pint glass, his head lolling backwards in a drunken stupor. You, however, were a lot more carnal in your intoxication. Locks of burgundy cascaded down your golden back, tufts of stray hair creating a halo above your head. A fuckin’ angel, Declan thought to himself. “Are you drunk?” You questioned, inching your chair closer towards him and draping your arm across his shoulder, inhaling the inebriating musk of his aftershave. Declan felt his cock pulsate — every touch of your angelic hand on his body made him yearn for you.

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“A bit. You?” He asked, his gaze fixed firmly on your stockings. “Mhm.” You tutted in response, clasping onto his hand and relocating it to your thigh, the thin lace of your stockings making his lip curl upwards. “Your turn.” You smirked and moaned breathlessly as he placed your hand over his growing bulge. Not a word was spoken as you unzipped his trousers, waiting expectantly for him to shuffle them away from his thighs. Tugging desperately at his boxers, you could’ve drooled as you watched his hardened cock spring free from its restraints. Reaching across yourself to unzip your skirt, Declan raised his hand to stop you. “Leave it on. I want’a fuck ya’ like a whore over the table.” He smirked.

Moments later, you were bent across the table — exposed arse canvassing a fuschia-pink handprint and sodden cunt drooling with lust. “Fuckin’ hell.” Declan gawped, pawing at his cock as he admired the mess you were in. Teasing the leaking tip of his cock against your entrance, he thrusted into you with enough force to immobilise your quivering body. “Fuck, ya’ so tight.” He spat, bunching your hair into his fists and yanking it forcefully. Declan couldn’t believe his luck — the silken touch of your skin, the toned small of your back, the way your shapely arse recoiled under his every thrust.

“Oh yes, Declan. Fuck! Harder.” You begged, feeling the tension unwinding in your stomach. Declan pulled away from you, and watched as you squirted — gushing over his pelvis and onto the kitchen floor beneath you. “Such a good girl.” He praised you, stroking your hair and thrusting himself back inside, orgasm growing closer as he watched you convulse in pleasure. “Ya’ gonna make me cum.” Declan continued, planting sloppy kisses along the line of your spine. Your orgasmic moans only made it worse. Defiling the dining table, you spun into your back and watched as Declan pumped at his cock, fist closed and knuckles growing white. His animalistic groans grew louder as he released ropes of hot cum onto your stomach, infinitely proud of how feral you could make him. He would most definitely be taking you over the table again.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Fem reader who is attracted to her were-gator step dad. He's got a deep voice and a bulky body that he proudly shows off. She often rifles through his laundry to smell his musk. This time she finds cum stained boxers and brings it to her room and starts smelling and licking it. She touches herself and moans his name. Well the step dad hears this and apologizes to her for not noticing how lonely she's been. He makes it up to her by fucking her stupid.

Kabr0z Writes episode 127: Step-Gator

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

Find the AO3 series here!

CWs: Step-cest; age difference; oral sex; enthusiastic consent;

A/N: This one might be a little rough, it was a heavy night last night and I've been hanging out my arse for most of the day. Have fun 😅

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For the past few months, one man above all others has driven you wild. Tall, barrel-chested, dark grey-green scales, always smelling of cement dust even when he tried to mask it with his deep, sultry cologne. Every time you saw him, you felt a wet patch growing in your pants. You'd had to invest in some reusable liners to stop your wetness bleaching your underwear. He was kind, suave, and knew exactly how to talk to a lady. The sort of perfect man you'd only hear about in cheesy rom-coms. Hell, he even volunteered at a bird sanctuary. There were only really two problems that stopped you asking him out. Firstly, he was more than old enough to be your father. That you could work around, you're sure. The other issue is a little tougher: his wife. More specifically, his wife is your mother.

So you had to take matters into your own hands. You tried redirecting your attentions on boys your age, you even tried to find older unmarried men, but the string of online dates leading to meaningless sex didn't slake your thirst. You'd been through boyfriends almost as quick as you went through socks, nobody able to scratch the itch that's been building in you for so long. There was one trick though. One of the chores you're responsible for is the laundry.

It sounds cliche, to sit on the corner of a running washing machine, holding a used jockstrap to your face, but oh God did it work. You felt like you could get off on his musk alone, the rumbling machine underneath you just an aid to give you an excuse to be in here uninterrupted. The corner shaking against your cunt didn't do any harm either though, and the sound of the drum spinning more than drowned out your moans in an ocean of white noise.

Of course, while the sound of the washing machine meant you couldn't be heard, it meant you couldn't hear anyone else moving around the house. You didn't hear the front door opening as he came home early. You didn't hear him putting away his work clothes, or starting to change into his sports gear. You were much too preoccupied to notice the dusty hi-vis jacket falling down the laundry chute into the basket next to the washing machine. The first you were aware of your not being alone in the house was when the door to the laundry room opened and he saw you. You were halfway through a toe-curling orgasm. One hand pressed his underwear to your face, the other slick with your wetness, three fingers stuffed into you.

He froze, mouth open. You tried to cover yourself, but your knickers hanging off one ankle and the scent of your cunt in the air left nothing to the imagination, not to mention the whines escaping you as the vibrations rolled up your body, lighting your nerves on fire. You stared at each other for a moment, then he stepped forward. His hand slid under your hair, palm flat to your scalp before he closed his fist, gripping a handful of hair from the back of your head and pulling you off the washing machine. If he was trying to discipline you, he was doing a poor job. You felt yourself blush harder, yelping as your knees hit the tiled floor.

He wasn't trying to punish you, or if he was he had an odd way of going about it. Your face was being pressed up against the bulge in his underwear. The smell of warm, fresh sweat and the particular musk from his balls filled your senses. You grabbed his waistband and tugged, pulling off his boxers and getting a faceful of his balls, his cock flopping onto the side of your head. You held them to you, licking and kissing the soft scaled skin of his scrotum, listening to his grunts as he ground your face into him.

"You want some more?" His growl was like nothing you'd heard before. Rumbling, bassy, coloured with barely contained desire. You nodded, still tasting him. You whined as he pulled you away, until he pushed two fingers into your mouth, holding your jaw open as he guided you to his cock. You stuck your tongue out, eager to taste the dripping member in front of you. The musk was even stronger coming from his cock, warm and intoxicating. The tip poised against your mouth, he took his fingers out of your mouth, letting you tongue touch the tip, a drop of precum oozing onto you.

His hand landed on the back of your head before he forced himself into your throat. You felt yourself dripping as he pumped your head over his cock, one of your hands dropping between your legs to service your greedy clit, even as his length made you gag. His hips worked like a piston, driving him in and out even as he pushed you down. Your vision began to grey at the edges. You didn't want to stop, not until-

You came. Your toes clenched as your hand rubbed in circles around your clit. Juices dripped from you as your cunt clenched. You lost your balance, slipping slightly, held up onto his cock by your hair. The flash of pain as your hair tugged sent another wave through you, making you whine around the merciless face-fucking

"Damn, you're a slut aren't you? Should I cum down your throat, or make myself a grandkid?"

You could only gurgle, throat filled with cock. He pulled you off him. You gasped for breath, finally able to breathe properly. He pulled you up to your feet, turning you around to bend over the still-running washing machine. Your tiptoes brushed the tiles. He grabbed your arm and twisted it up behind your back, pinning you to the machine as his tip kissed your entrance. You bit your lip, stifling a groan. Your back arched up to him, taking the tip between your folds. He pulled on your hair, bending you backwards as he buried himself in you. His fanged jaw dipped next to your ear

"You're wetter than your mother" He thrust in hard, making you gasp "tighter too"

You grinned, squeezing him with your pussy "Maybe you're just big"

He chuckled, fucking you harder. Your clit pressed against the rumbling machine. Nectar flowed from your cunt, coating your clit. Every thrust slapped his balls into you even as the machine under you rumbled. Your eyes rolled, knees bending and toes curling as you wailed in release. One hand clutched his in your hair, the other balled into a fist behind your back. You kicked your legs as you saw stars, screaming through clenched teeth. You could feel every bump and ridge on his cock as you clenched around it. He groaned, burying himself in you, moaning your name as you felt him twitch and throb. Hot cum filled you. You tried to wrap your legs around him, but you didn't need to hold on to him. He was buried in you, still trying to thrust deeper as his pendulous balls emptied themselves into you. His cum flooded you as he tugged harder, leaning on your arm as you both settled, twitching and panting, both having fucked each other out.

You sighed as he released you, shaking the stiffness out of your arm. He pulled out, leaving you weak and leaking on top of the appliance.

"I'm going for a shower. When you've cleaned up a little we can go for ice cream, my treat." He stroked your hair and turned for the door "And don't worry, your mom already knows"

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[passengerprincipessa]

landoscar & overstim for the kink prompts ?

landoscar & overstimulation my beloved!! (from the kink prompt asks)

“Please, I can’t—” Oscar breaks off on a frantic moan, thighs twitching next to Lando’s ears. When Lando glances up at him, Oscar’s eyes are squeezed shut, brows pulled together, hands tugging uselessly at the cuffs hooking his wrists to the headboard.

Lando mentally pats himself on the back for having the foresight to handcuff Oscar for this. He knows if Oscar could he’d be shoving Lando away, shaking from oversensitivity.

As it is, Oscar can only let out a devastated whimper when Lando sucks Oscar’s soft cock into his mouth, still sticky with the remnants of Oscar’s last orgasm. Lando wonders idly how many times he can make Oscar come tonight. This will only be Oscar’s second, and he’s already acting like he’s being tortured, back arching off the bed like he’s being electrocuted every time Lando licks over the head of his cock.

“Lando,” Oscar whimpers, flushed and sweaty, trying to twist away from Lando’s mouth. “Please, you have to—it’s so—oh.”

Oscar breaks off on a shaky moan, mouth dropping open as Lando slips two fingers into Oscar’s arse. The slide’s easy. Oscar’s still wet and open from when Lando fucked him. Lando aims for his swollen prostate right away, rubbing mercilessly as he starts up a steady rhythm on Oscar’s stiffening cock.

“Fuck, shit, I—” Oscar gasps, thighs slamming shut, whacking one of Lando’s ears.

Lando pulls off. “Should’ve tied your ankles too,” Lando muses, wincing when he brings the hand not currently buried in Oscar up to rub his sore ear.

Oscar immediately lets his thighs fall open, looking down at Lando with a devastated expression. “Sorry,” Oscar whispers.

“Nah, all good,” Lando says, leaning down to press a kiss to Oscar’s sensitive cock, grinning when Oscar whimpers. “Just, like, maybe try not to knee me in the face again? Sort of trying to ruin you right now.”

Oscar lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a moan halfway through when Lando slips a third finger into his arse.

“Maybe next time?” Oscar asks.

Oscar’s voice was so quiet Lando’s not sure he heard him correctly. “What next time?”

“Maybe next time you could like”—Oscar takes a shuddery breath, flush darkening—“tie my ankles, too.”

“God,” Lando moans, heat shooting through him at the confirmation that Oscar likes this, that Oscar likes this enough to want Lando to do it again.

Lando can’t help himself, has to lean down and suck Oscar’s cock into his mouth, groaning at the taste of Oscar’s pre-come dribbling onto his tongue. An image flashes through Lando’s mind of making Oscar come so much that he doesn’t have anything left, his cock twitching and throbbing with nothing coming out. Giving all of it to Lando.

Before long, Oscar’s trembling under him, cock growing impossibly harder in Lando’s mouth, leaking pre-come. Lando knows he’s close. Knows it’ll only take one well-timed thrust against Oscar’s prostate to have Oscar spilling in his mouth.

Oscar can’t stop whining, face, neck, and chest all flushed a gorgeous pink. His hair’s sticking to his forehead and he’s hiding his eyes against his bicep, like he can’t bear to see what Lando’s doing to him. Lando knows it probably hurts, knows Oscar wants to come even as he’s achy and oversensitive, even as he knows Lando won’t stop even after he comes. The thought has Lando’s hips hitching against the bedsheets, trying to get some relief.

“Close,” Oscar gasps. He doesn’t sound happy about it and Lando sees a tear slip from the corner of Oscar’s eye.

When Lando moans around him and sucks hard, exactly the way Oscar normally likes, Oscar lets out a desperate sob, shaking his head frantically. “No,” Oscar begs. “No, I—don’t make me come.”

Lando doesn’t hear Oscar’s safe word, so he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing.

Oscar comes with an awful little whimper, whole body shaking as he fills Lando’s mouth with a pitiful amount of come. When Lando keeps sucking even after Oscar’s come, Oscar’s leg kicks out and his hands open wide above his head, fingers splaying out.

“Stop,” Oscar pleads, twisting underneath him. “Please, stop, I can’t—oh.”

But Lando keeps sucking him, enjoying the sobs Oscar lets out, the way he can’t seem to figure out whether he’s loving or hating it, pushing up and pulling away from Lando’s mouth.

Eventually, Lando’s own arousal is too pressing to ignore and he pulls off Oscar’s cock, shuffling up the bed.

Oscar goes lax against the bed, brow smoothing, and Lando wants to laugh when he realizes Oscar thinks they’re done. That Lando would really let him off the hook after two measly orgasms.

Lando doesn’t say anything to correct that misunderstanding, just grabs the lube and slicks up his cock.

Oscar doesn’t realize what’s happening until Lando’s already pushing in.

Oscar’s eyes fly open and he looks up at Lando with a panicked expression, his face wet with sweat and tears, skin flushed an outraged pink.

“God, Osc,” Lando moans, getting his hands on the backs of Oscar’s thighs and pushing, spreading Oscar open. The slide’s impossibly easy, Oscar too fucked out to do anything more than moan and clench weakly around Lando, rim barely able to tighten.

“Lando,” Oscar whines. “I can’t—hurts.”

Lando snorts. “What’re you complaining about? You get to come again.”

Oscar’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head, frantic. “No, I don’t—I don’t want to.”

“Already, Osc?” Lando asks with a mean little laugh. He starts up a steady rhythm, moaning at the sight of Oscar’s soft cock bouncing against his stomach. “Remember you saying you could give me at least four.”

Oscar screams at that, toes curling, hands scrabbling at the cuffs. “I can’t,” Oscar pleads. “I can’t, fuck, no.”

Lando shrugs, bringing a hand down to play with Oscar’s spent cock, heat flaring in his belly when Oscar sobs at the feeling, trying to get away.

“Nah, you’re right,” Lando says. “Reckon you can give me at least five.”

[decojellyfish]

hello, i like your writing and was wondering if you could write some more guard dog! (character of your choice) with a little kitten reader?

Helloooo! I am terribly sorry for how long this took! College has me very busy and worn out, leaving me little to no motivation to work on fics. I really hope this makes up for the wait, as well as the other fic requests I'm working on!

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Kitty

Hybrid AU! TF141 Retired Guard Dog! Gaz x Kitten! GN! Reader Reader is addressed with either 'you' or 'kitty' !!No Romance for Obvious Reasons!!

SFW ~ Fluff Warnings: Kind of OOC Gaz at some points

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶���𝗴: "fish in the pool - yeule" 0:09 ━●────────── 2:47 ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷

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It had been 6 years since Kyle’s spot among one of the highest-ranking K-9s  had been replaced by another dog after his sniffer began to deteriorate due to a mission gone awry. Chemical warfare had been at play, leaving damage to his lungs, nose, and eyes. He was now left partially blind and developed asthma. After it was decided he could no longer work for the military, he was honorably discharged.

‘Honorably discharged my arse’ Kyle would find himself thinking whenever it was pouring rain, and there was no roof over his head to keep him dry and no walls to keep him warm. He was placed in a shelter when he retired, but that was short-lived as more and more hybrids were placed into the shelter, thus ending up in Kyle being one of many hybrids that were removed from the building – and kicked out onto the streets.

His dark eyes grew tired and full of hatred and disgust by the day. With each person that passed by, he could taste how his mouth grew more sour and his expression one of permanent bitterness. He had a home, warm food, a warm bed, everything. And these privileged little snotty hybrids didn’t know how not to take that for granted. He hated it, he hated them.

It was one of those evenings where the rain was heavy, and thunder was roaring somewhere far away. He found himself lurking around a petrol station for any kind of change or food. He was, yet again, unsuccessful in getting anything more than £4. But he had saved enough to get a sandwich to eat. He rested out back behind the building, hunched over his food so it wouldn’t grow soggy.

That’s when he felt a pair of small hands start tugging at his sandwich, making him let out a firm, loud growl. It was dark, and his shit-sight could only let him see silhouettes in the daytime. But he could sense the figure was small, a child probably. One that clearly hadn’t been taught manners. His chipped ears would twitch as they plucked out the sound of little sniffles and an angry churn of a hungry stomach.

“Go find your mummy, child. I ain’t sharin’.” He grunted. He was met with a small whine and felt the little hands grab at his meal again. He barked at them, “Fuck off, you greedy thing!” When he pulled back, he could feel a chunk of his sandwich missing that he hadn’t eaten, followed by the soft sounds of chewing. With a reluctant sigh, he went back to eating.

He could still feel your presence, though you were quiet. Just to make sure, he reached out and gave you a little push, confirming that you were, in fact, still standing there, probably wanting more. “Why don’t you go back to your parents? I’ve got nothing of use for you.”

He was met with silence, making him push more, “Don’t need to be scared. I’m sorry I yelled at you, I was hungry. But, you shouldn’t take people’s food like that.”

There was more silence. But he felt your presence move and sit next to him, and he felt you nearly sit on his tail. “Go, go away. I’ve nothing left for you.” He sighed, now giving up. He was tired and soaking wet from the rain. He sensed no movement; you were a stubborn little thing.

With that, he got up and began his way back to where he could sleep for the night. He used a cane that his previous shelter had provided him with, though, he mostly used it in the dark when his blurred surroundings became a cacophony of blues, greys, and blacks. Scraping it against the ground before him as he walked, he was so focused on the sound and finding a good place to sleep that he didn’t notice your small form following closely behind.

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The morning was bright, and the rain had since gone away, though the grass was still wet and had gathered morning dew. Kyle woke up with a small groan, a few of his bones cracking as he stretched. However, he immediately became aware of his surroundings when he felt another sleeping body that was a bit too close for comfort. Sitting up, he looked down at you, now getting a better chance to look at you.

You were a hybrid like him, a cat hybrid. Your fur was orange, but the color had rusted due to the dust, dirt, and grime that was stuck on you. Seems like you were in the same boat as him, on the streets. But you were so little, so young, why the hell were you here and not somewhere warm?

Kyle began to nudge you awake, wanting to interrogate you. “Hey, wakie-wakie.” You grunted and stretched your legs out before curling your spine as your dusty ears folded back for a second. “I’m not your pa, why’re you still here?” You stared up at him, letting out a soft grunt in response.

“You don’t talk, huh? Why’s that?” He asked as he folded his cane up, storing it away in his bag. You grunted again in response, blinking at him. “You just gonna follow me around like a little guttersnipe? Is that it?” He chuckled, standing up which resulted in you following suit. To his surprise, you nodded.

He sighed and began to walk to a street where he could try and make some cash with you following quickly behind him. “I suppose there’s no getting rid of you. That’s fine, just make your own money. No leeching off of me.” Kyle stated firmly.

A few minutes later, he found a spot on a sidewalk where he sat down and put his sign and hat out in front of him. You stayed by him, seated and now whimpering in hunger. “I know, the hunger sucks. You’ll get used to it, kitty.”

The day passed, and at some point, you had actually left Kyle alone. He had no idea where you went, but he paid no mind. That is until you came back around noon with a smile on your face. “What’s got you so perky, kitty?” His eyes widened when you suddenly pulled out wads of cash.

“What the- you shouldn’t steal…!” He scolded you with a hushed voice, not wanting to attract the authorities if they were nearby. “That’s wrong, kitty, you’ll get in massive trouble for that kind of stuff.” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. You had a guilty look on your face, your slightly matted tail hanging low on the ground in shame.

Kyle sighed before motioning you to sit by him while he looked around for any onlookers. “...just put what you have in my bag, okay…?” He whispered, pushing his bag to you before you emptied the contents of your pockets into it. He was surprised by how much you’d been able to steal, from pickpocketing he assumed. “But still, no stealing. Got it?” You nodded, unable to hold back a small grin of pride from how mildly impressed he was.

A few moments passed before Kyle turned to you, “Do you know how to talk?” His voice was curious, laced with worry. His brows raised when you shook your head no, a small sound leaving your throat. “Your parents didn’t teach you or something?” You simply shrugged in response. “I suppose I’ll take that as a no.”

There was more silence between the two of you. Just the sound of people walking by, only glimpses of their conversations could be caught, the loud engines of the cars and buses that drove by, the rare instance someone would put a few quid into Kyle’s hat. “...how long are you gonna stick around?”

You shrugged again, another small sound leaving you. “You just gonna follow me forever? Till the end of time?” He cracked a smile at you. You smiled and nodded eagerly. “I made that much of an impression last night?” Kyle laughed a little. He stared at you, slightly leaning closer to get a better look at you. You were too young to be living like this.

He ruffled your hair as he leaned back, “I suppose I’ll have to teach you some vocabulary then, huh?” You squealed and laughed, pulling his hand off of you. That sound made him feel something, something that shifted. He’d never felt a paternal instinct before, but there was something about that feeling. Something that he welcomed with open arms.

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It had been a few months since you two met, and things were looking okay. You had learned a few words, memorized most of the alphabet, and were working on small sentences. Kyle had actually caught you whispering to yourself, his ears twitched as he focused on what you were saying. He had to hold back a smile when you were just repeating sentences over and over again, and trying to make up new ones.

Money was looking okay as well. Kyle had been saving before you came into his life, though he had managed to finally get close enough to having a home. Not a luxurious one, but enough for a trailer. He had more motivation than ever when you decided to stick around with him. He wanted to get you off the streets as soon as possible.

You were currently on the swings at a playground, chanting “Higher!” as Kyle pushed you. “Christ, I don’t think you can go any higher, kitty.” He chuckled. “Y’might wanna start coming down, it’s almost time for lunch.” “What’s lunch?” “Sandwiches.”

With that, you came down from the swing and went to the park benches, settling down for lunch. You munched on your lunch, a soft purr emanating from you. “Are you happy?” Kyle asked with a small smile, which grew as you nodded rapidly. “Is it the sandwich or the park that made you happy?”

“Two!” You exclaimed. “Two? You mean both of them make you happy?” Kyle smiled, “Yeah, both.” You replied. “And you.” You quickly added on. “Me? I make you happy?” He pointed to himself, his eyebrows raised. “Yeah!” You affirmed before taking another bite out of your meal.

Kyle smiled with a happy sigh, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “Well, you make me happy too, kitty.”

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[diejager]

could you maybe do more of the Phoenix series or is that discontinued? But if you're still working on it can you maybe do something like monster TF 141 use hunter as a heater? Ik if it doesn't make any sense but like monster TF 141 are on a mission and its horribly cold and they're actually cold so hunter just walks up and turns into a phoenix? and just starts heating up the room 141 is in. idk I just have had this idea in my head for a while

Cw: human heating, tell me if I missed any. Note: Nope! It’s still on going, well, at least the original Au of the Phoenix hybrid!reader spinoff.

“I’ll have a bloody word with the tosser who sent us here,” Soap hissed, body wracked with tremors as he breathed into his mittened hands, hoping that the small bit of heat would warm him just a bit more than the failing heating system of their Siberian  safehouse.

They had planed to rest and warm up their temporary residence while Price took Ghost and you to survey the area, all warmly covered but mostly immune to such cold temperature. A dragon rarely needed anything other than the beating fire in their heart, kindled and powerful; a wraith, long since dead, had no worry about feeling cold or warm, only hunger and anger; and a phoenix, whose body was stuck in a perpetual cycle of life and death, had no fear of being cold when they were an embodiment of life’s fire. 

It was only natural that Price took the only people who could withstand the harshness of Siberia for a long and careful inspection when the others would freeze and shake in their thick boots and warm coats. They safehouse looked old, surfaces covered in a thin layer of dust, shelves filled with canned food - both expired and unexpired- and walls and floors as frozen as the loud winds blowing against the thick windows. It wasn’t much of a surprise that something would malfunction, the soviet era building left to appear rotten and forgotten to fit it’s intended use, and it seemed to lack any sort of upkeep. 

“We’re freezing our arses off in here!” Soap growled out, leaning closer to Gaz’s side to steal more warmth from under his wing, the soft feathers all ruffled, “Can’t even-”

Crunch

The two perked up, hands immediately reaching for their weapons, bodies tense and ready for a fire fight until your head popped in, huffing about the melted snow soaking your clothes. They jumped to their feet, running to your side for a lick of warmth that oozed off your skin. You froze at the grabbing hands, pulling you to the cold sofa and pushed under a mass of groaning and moaning bodies, happily soaking in your fire.

“Let me- ” you squirmed between them, shuffling out from under them to stretch your arms and back.

The four watched your neck crack with a wince, flames erupting from your feet, wild and bright embers licking at your skin until it engulfed you in a fiery blaze. It was both too hot to touch and too strong to approach, a fire that would threaten to burn if they touched you. It worked to protect you from an early death while you shifted into the majestic bird you were, a gentle flame in the form of orange and yellow feathers, softer than any silk and warmer than any suns. 

In your place stood a phoenix, lashes fluttering while your flapped your wings, stretched backwards to scratch the itch from the lack of use. You cooed, preening under their awed expressions before you flew back in your prior position, body heat growing hotter and hotter, strong enough to warm up the entire room. 

“Thank you, Hunter,” Gaz smiled at you, a sweet and grateful grin that made your feathers shyly ruffle up.

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[separatetheyolk]

Breathe | Charles Leclerc X Trans!British!DriverReader

ʚɞ featuring: Charles Leclerc

ʚɞ you (the first trans driver to ever step foot into F1) are still dealing with the pain of unsafe binding years later.

ʚɞ warnings: fluff, mentions of unsafe binding but I ain’t going into detail because I don’t want anyone actually doing it, swearing, transphobia, didn’t proofread lol sorry, y/n used

ʚɞ word count: 1830

ʚɞ note: FtM or trans masc in mind. He/him pronouns used for reader. I beg please bind safely. It really fucks you over if you don’t

mclaren

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mclaren We are beyond proud that Y/N has felt comfortable to come out to not only us, the grid, but to the rest of the world.

Y/N is the first transgender driver in F1 history! To be part of such a large step forward in this industry is a huge honour and we are all immensely proud of you! 🏳️‍⚧️

@/f1 @/yourusername

comments

user1 Did they just out Y/N as trans???

user2 They better not have omg

user3 Nono! Y/N has actually just came out on his own social media about an hour prior. And I’m sure that McLaren wouldn’t post this without his permission.. right?

yourusername @/user2 i fear you may have missed my own social media post. @/user3 is correct! and admin did double check with me before posting aha <3

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landonorris proud of you, man!

lewishamilton 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

user4 women don’t belong in this sport!

user5 Spoiler! He’s not a woman!

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user6 F1 really has gone downhill. This is absolutely ridiculous. I refuse to watch this sport anymore.

yourusername up your arse mate no one gives a shite 🏳️‍⚧️

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user7 Not Y/N being a pr nightmare before the season even starts 🤣

liked by yourusername

user8 As a trans person this makes me so happy omg 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

f1

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f1 AND IT’S Y/N WHO TAKES POLE IN BAHRAIN!

What a result for Y/N! It’s certainly a way to kickstart your season! All eyes are on Y/N to see what tricks he pulls out for the race on Saturday.

@/yourusername @/f1

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user1 DAAAMN look at this kid go!

user2 well, at least he had a better start than Stroll did

user3 Not exactly a hard feat to beat but at least Stroll actually made it to the finish line.

user4 THIS ISN’T A WOMENS SPORT!!!

user5 oh here we go

yourusername have a feeling there’ll be a lot of this 🙄❄️

user6 uno reverse used in the best way possible

user7 WHO IS THIS ICON

yourusername 💅💅

“I don’t understand why they have to be such dicks..” Charles mumbled, looking down to you with a frown on his face. A frown that you decided he definitely didn’t suit. “You’re a driver. Just like us. A guy. Just like us. You’re no different.”

You sigh softly, shutting off your phone and set it down on your chest. Reaching up with one hand you smoothed the creases forming on your boyfriends forehead. Your second carefully taking the phone from Charles’ hands. He really needed to stop reading these comments.

“But I’m not to some..” you whispered. “As much as I want to be, I’ll never truly be the same to everyone. I’m an icon to some, another driver to others, a complete stranger to most and a vile freak of nature to the remainder.”

Charles didn’t like that. He didn’t like that last part one bit. He ran his hand gently through his boyfriends hair, letting his fingers comb through tangles, shaking his head. “Mon amour, you are far from a freak..” he spoke softly. Voice holding such love it felt like your heart could burst. You watched the man above you grow confused as you let out a huff of laughter, shaking your head.

“Baby, I know I’m not a freak. I’m just stating there are some that think I am. And while they’re wrong.. so very wrong. I can’t change everyone’s minds.” You sigh softly, hand now moving to the back of your boyfriend’s head. Thumb running against the freshly cut hair.

You soon sit up with a groan, stretching out. Toes pointed, arms pushed to the air, back arching and popping. “But-” you started off, sounding strained until your body slowly relaxed. Stealing a kiss from your boyfriend as you stood. “I’ve got you.. so everything’s all good in my corner.” You smile to the other, grabbing your coffee cup and heading to the kitchen to fix yourself another.

“You really shouldn’t have anymore of that! The race is tomorrow!”

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f1 Five races in and Y/N has already secured his first win with the Chinese Grand Prix! 🏎️🏁

But can he keep up the pace?

user1 Absofuckinglutely he can!

user2 No. He can’t. He’s only in his second year. He’ll mess up somewhere along the line.

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georgeeussell63 Some clean driving there, mate. Enjoy your celebrations!

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It turned out that Mr. Know-It-All in the comments was correct. You did indeed screw up. And you screwed up big time. Ninth race in for specifics. The Canadian Grand Prix. It wasn’t a particularly bad crash. Or at least, not by F1 standards. You didn’t split your car in half at least. No. Instead, you got a bit too close to your beloved boyfriend, went up and over his car. And somehow in what you’re sure would be in spectacular fashion on the replay flipped your car upside down.

Once you did eventually manage to get out of your car, you were waving medical professionals away. You felt fine. Nothing felt broken. A bit banged up and sure, there’d probably be bruised knees and a bruised ego. But you were fine. Of course, that didn’t stop Charles from hounding you with questions once you got back to your drivers room.

“Baby- babe-“ you held your hands up, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You move to set your hands on either side of his face, which seemed to stop the questions well enough. You rose your eyebrows allowing the smile to settle on your face as your thumbs gently brushed against his cheeks. “I’m fine..” you whispered quietly, pressing a kiss to the man’s forehead and sighed softly. “Bruised knees probably. But nothin’ that’s broken.”

“You’re absolutely sure.” Charles demanded an answer.. yet again, his hands moving to cup your own, pressing a kiss to the palm of each. “Chérie if you’re hurt we need to know.” You loved Charles, you really did. You loved the attentiveness. The caring side. The way he looked to you like you were his whole world. Hung the stars in the sky just for him. But you were fine.

“I’m fine my love-” the ‘love’ came out strained as your body jerked. Face twisted in pain as a sharpness radiated from your chest suddenly from a deep breath you’d took. The suddenness of which it impossible to hide from Charles. And instantly, the man was back on your case.

“Baby? Hey- hey what is it? What’s wrong.” He asked rather quickly. Brows furrowing, face twisting into concern as his hands moved to your side.

“My ribs-” you tried to get out.

“Ribs? From the crash?”

“No-”

“Are they broken?”

“No Charles-“

“Baby did the crash hurt them?”

“Jesus Christ on a bike will you stop.” You manage to get out, hands gripping his arms. “It’s from when I used to bind.” Each inhale brought that same sharp pain back. Like someone was jabbing a large needle inbetween two of your ribs. You hissed as another hit, trying to shallow your breathing some.

“Okay.. okay.” Charles thought for a moment. He read this somewhere.. no not read. It had came up on TikTok. At this point, your feed was bleeding into his own. Merging together into some fucked up culmination of shared humour. “Okay..”

You watched in confusion as Charles moved to the floor. Back firmly pressed to the wall. One hand waving as a silent gesture to join him, the other tapping the floor between his legs to tell you where to sit. Hesitantly you made your way over, keeping your breathing short to not cause anymore unnecessary pain. Charles pivoted you before you sat down so your back was facing him. Then, gently began to tug at your fireproof suit.

You followed his lead, moving to sit in between those legs, feeling him pull you close and legs stretched out. In this position, he practically forced you to sit up straight. Giving your lungs the most room you possibly could to breathe without any hindrance. “Deep breaths..” you heard from behind, feeling Charles press his face into your neck. One hand on your hip, another resting on your stomach.

“Charles, I can’t.” You spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It hurts. It’s fine. It’ll go away on its own in a few seconds.” Or well, that used to be the case. Now it took a few minutes to thirty. Or at least you think that’s what the record was.

“I know mon amour.. but it’ll go away quicker like this. Please?” He tried to encourage, pressing loving kisses to your neck, behind your ear. Anywhere his lips could reach skin there were kisses in it’s path.

Reluctantly, you begin to do as he asked, taking a deep breath which again, caused that same pain to erupt in your side. Inhaling sharper as a result. And, again, more pain. “I know..” Charles whispered against your ear, lifting his head up to rest against the side of yours. Beginning to take deep breaths himself. Deep enough so you could feel it and copy. “I know baby.. come on.” He encouraged again, pressing a firm kiss to your temple.

Again, you took another deep breath. Charles continuing to talk you through that pain too. Slowly, the gaps in between became shorter. Until you were consistently taking them. And two or so minutes after, the pain was gone.

Charles however, was still whispering to you. He hated seeing you in pain. However cliche it sounded. The idea his Y/N, his boyfriend, was in pain hurt him too. Moving now to spin you round. Pulling you onto his lap so your shoulder was resting against his sturdy chest. He removed the cap from your head, directing said head to his shoulder and you didn’t need to be told twice. Finding your home in the crook where it met his neck. Nuzzling into it and let out a sigh.

There was silence for a moment. Letting reality sink in before you spoke. “M’ sorry..” it was timid. Quiet. Not fearful but.. it didn’t ooze that same confidence your voice seemingly always held.

“What for, chérie?” Charles asked in response, hand moving now to rub small circles onto your back. Pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“Crashin’ into you..” you muttered, eyes fixed to your hands set in the orange lap of your suit. Picking at skin around your nails. “Scaring you.. worrying you..”

Charles couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Light and warm. You watched as he separated your hands with one of his own, intertwining together fingers on your left hand with those on his right. “Baby.. I’m always gonna worry. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” God you loved a sappy Charles

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