You and Harry were friends, with a capital ‘F’. Yeah, you’ve been sleeping in his bed for the past two months, and maybe your entire nervous system goes into hyperdrive when you’re in the same room, but that’s normal, right?
or
The one where you and Harry have an arrangement… of the cuddling sort.
You tickled your middle finger across his base, slowly pulling the digit up the length of him. It was a ghost of a touch really, but it had him sucking in a breath as his cock twitched. And when you teased the tip of your finger around his swollen, raspberry red tip, he let out an actual moan. A deep, tortured moan that traveled straight to your core.
You were torturing yourself as much as you were torturing him.
So you sucked the skin just below his jaw, swirling your tongue over his heated skin as you wrapped your fist around his tip. He released a breathy “ahhh” as you slid down his length, his precum coating your palm just enough to glide easily. His head tilted back as you pumped his length, and you watched as he thrashed his head side to side slowly. He couldn’t stay still, constantly tugging on the cuffs and twisting his head. It was like he couldn’t get enough but was so overwhelmed he didn’t know what to do with himself. And you loved it.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” a wet kiss to his throat, “so hard.”
It’s so easy to just allow your eyes to follow the tail of the spiral down deep to its cor…
this is the only ship that matters
Ok this is basically the best.
Part 1 || Part 2 Teaser (edited for errors)
A/N: This prompt came in third place for my Reader’s Choice 800 Follower special! I’m hoping to go as hard this time as I planned the first time! So how about today’s episode huh
Pairing: Kirishima x Reader x Bakugo
Summary: After hearing their threats in the hallway, you’re determined to make their Friday night everything they expect.
Warnings: If you read this without reading part one, it’s ya own damn fault.
Tags: @mothwithteeth
So sorry for the delay in getting this story finished. But here it is. Hope you like it.
[Word Count: 3111]
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Lexie stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. While she wouldn’t call the dress exactly her style, she was grateful that Jenny let her borrow it for the special occasion. She liked the dainty blue flowers and flowing sleeves.
“I think it’s perfect,” declared Brian’s sister. “You look so pretty.”
“I do?” asked Lexie bashfully, her cheeks blushing a light pink.
“Definitely. Looks better on you than it ever did on me. Lucky we’re the same size.”
Biting her lip, Lexie ran her hands across her waist. She silently wondered what Harry would think.
“What about your hair?” asked Jenny. “Were you planning on wearing it up or down?”
Lex grinned nervously. “I actually hadn’t thought about it. This whole thing wasn’t planned at all.”
Request: no worries if you’re not down to write about this, but it would be amazing if you wrote about someone who is mostly into women but just has this love for harry like no other. (maybe smutty idk)
I did something probably a bit different from what the reader requested, but I hope you like it. This turned into a longer story, so I think it will probably be two, maybe three parts. I’m not quite as used to writing in third person, but I felt like this story required it. I’d love to hear your thoughts!
Big thanks to @niall-is-my-dream and @almondharry for all of their help!
-Court x
[Word Count: 4117]
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The rain was pouring so hard and so fast, the pavement was nothing but a blur as Lexie gazed out the window at the parking lot. She was grateful she’d remembered her raincoat, but cursed herself for not bringing along her boots. Her sneakers were bound to be a saturated, wet mess even after the short jog from the car. She could feel her bare toes curling against the rubber soles, and with a bitter scowl she shoved her hands into the pockets of her coat.
“Lex?”
“Hmm?” she turned her head in slow motion to see Harry looking at her with a raised brow.
“You sure you’re okay with this?”
Lexie nodded, giving a hesitant grin. “‘s fine. No worries.”
With a short nod to the man behind the counter, Harry took the room key and covered his head with the hood of his jacket. Pushing the door open, he grunted at the volume of the rain, both the noise and the amount, allowing Lexie to exit the lobby first.
“I can’t believe they only had one room,” he grumbled as she passed.
“Harry, don’t worry about it,” Lexie assured him. “We save money this way anyhow.”
I was laying in my bed, in the dark, unawares, when I felt it. Something cold and slimy on my hand. I pulled my hand away and up quickly, to see what it was. There was this...I can only describe as a slime, glistening and blue, slowly engulfing my hand. With a noise of disgust, I tried to flick it off. Nothing happened, and as I watched, it started climbing higher up my arm. Struggling to dislodge it, I noticed my hand starting to tingle. It felt almost...good, but in my abject horror at this gooey thing creeping up my arm, it didn't fully register.
As I tried wiping it off on my bed, I felt another glob splat onto my left knee and start spreading out along my leg, as a third plastered itself to my left shoulder blade and just sat there. At this point, most of my right arm had been swallowed up by the slime, and the waves of pleasure coursing through it was undeniable. I tried scraping the slime on my knee off with my other foot, but it only spread to that foot and started coating that leg too. I began to panic as I felt a glob drip onto my stomach, then another, then another, as the other slimes coated my neck and shoulders, my legs, and down my other arm.
Soon, I was immobilized, stuck firm to my bed and encased in cerulean slime except for my face, tits, and pussy. My panic slowly subsided as the overwhelming pleasure radiating from my body overtook it. It was then that I felt that cold, slimy sensation creeping between my legs. My eyes went wide as I felt my pussy flood with slime, and I couldn't help but moan as it solidified into the perfect sized cock inside me. It was still for a moment, just letting the pleasure fill my deepest core, then began to slide in and out, this jelly cock fucking me slowly. I almost didn't notice when the slime crept up over my tits, as the pleasure was starting to overtake my senses. But then the slime started to massage and squeeze my tits, feeling as if it was milking them, and I couldn't think straight. I watched as my tits started to swell and fill, somehow, under the ministrations of this alien creature. It was playing my body like a fiddle, sending erotic pleasure into every inch, and I didn't know if I had any will in me left to resist…
Until I felt the slime creeping up my neck to my ears. I shook my head frantically, the only part of me that still had any control, trying to keep the goo out, but it was to no avail. I lay there, thrashing helplessly, as the creature gushed into my ears, flooding my head and coating my brain. I shuddered at the cold, wet sensation in my head...until the slime had fully coated my brain and it exploded in pleasure. I couldn't think, I couldn't fight...there was no me, anymore. There was only a pleasure doll, a toy for the slime's amusement. The slime picked up its pace, the pleasure mounting exponentially, its victim helplessly and mindlessly dragged along for the ride. A being of pure ecstacy and sexual bliss.
I don't remember when I started cumming, or how long it lasted. It felt like the orgasm just rolled, on and on and on, crashing over me again and again as I cried out. I don't remember what I was saying, just babbling as what was left of my mind imploded. When I regained consciousness, slowly, I felt traces of the slime slip off my body and away into the darkness of my room. My thoughts come back as a final trickle seeped out of my ear, and I noticed a familiar voice croon to me as my eyes searched the ceiling frantically for any sign that that...thing was still here.
"How are you feeling, my dear?"
"...Is it...is it still here…?"
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Tofu just did this to me last night, and holy fuck, was it amazing. So we thought we oughta share it with all of you! Hope you enjoyed!
Last updated: 19.08.21
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Wanna read a few tips from a veteran fighting against university struggles since 2013? Even if you don’t, here you go:
No groundbreaking thoughts on the horizon, huh? I’m not sorry.
this fic has become one of the best things i believe @softforcal and i have written. we put a lot of time into this fic (four months!) and i’m so glad we were patient with the process because the result is…kinda awesome. thank you very very much for reading. harry, elise, and meredith are our babies, and we’re so excited to share them with you!
just a little disclaimer: we are not med students. we got our information from the internet and grey’s anatomy. we tried our best to make sure everything in this fic is accurate (or at least reasonable) but ya know. cut us some slack lol we’re english bois.
without further ado, here we go! nurse harry! 20k words. BAM!
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Are lady-bakuhoe and you the same person? your writing is both very similar and the way you interact is alike
Nope! @lady-bakuhoe and I are two different people lol
But having the honor of someone thinking I’m her is 😭❤️
She’s the real queen of this place
You lot really think I have enough time to put out double smut. 😂🤪
Honestly, if my writing was half as good as Red’s posts have been so far I would be d e c e a s e d from fapping too much-
rawest fucking florence and the machine lyrics in no particular order:
And the only solution was to stand and fight
And my body was bruised and I was set alight
But you came over me like some holy rite
And although I was burning, you’re the only light
—Florence + the Machine, “Only If for a Night”
long awaited and requested, here she is! my masterlist!!
if ya like my works, feel free to RT this!!
SMUT (**)
- Midnight Snack**
- Move Me
- Feel Me**
- Feel Me (Part 2)**
In your post about edging you mention inspections, what are they and how are they carried out?
That’s a great question. Basically, Inspection is when the Dom/me inspects his/her property; i.e., the submissive. She assumes a pre-determined position, usually at the command “inspection” or “present.” The Dom will then conduct exactly what the name suggests: an inspection. He will examine her body, usually with a focus on her cunt and ass. This is generally done in a methodical, dispassionate way; some people (I am one) will even wear disposable surgical gloves. Holes are probed, skin inspected, etc. Sometimes the Dom will ask one or more ritualistic questions, and the sub will respond in the fashion to which she has been trained. I could go into a whole lot of psychobabble about what’s going on during inspection – it shifts the two people’s focus from the mundane, outside world to the world of the scene, it establishes right up front and in dramatic fashion the shape of the power dynamic, etc etc – but perhaps the best way to understand it “internally” is with this bit of fiction. Other than the use of the speculum at the end (I’ve never been enamored of such), this is pretty much a standard inspection. Hope this helps!
“Just a Friend” by Biz Markie is the only song where the worse you sing it, the better it gets.
