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JUST ASK ME (Part 3) - Roman x Reader (1st Person POV)

PART ONE

PART TWO

Desc: Alt Season three, Destiny is alive, Peter and Roman are still friends, share custody of Nadia, Olivia is leader of the Upir uprising beyond the border of Hemlock Grove. Reader was given to Roman as tax from a lower level Upir but with his own supply of nutrients and a refusal to feed on humans, he had other plans for the reader.  

Roman finds out about your unexpected origins during a double date with you and Peter’s new girlfriend and it makes him think about the nature of your relationship.

WARNINGS: Smut-Fluff

Notes: Thanks all you guys who liked and reblogged parts one and two, it means a lot that people enjoyed it.

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“You’re awfully quiet,” Amanda catches my eye across the table, “what is it you do?”

I can practically feel Roman tense beside me as I pick up my glass.

“Most recently,” I take a sip and place the glass back on the table, “I was with Loan and Mortgage refinancing at JP Morgan. Let’s just say that with the way the economy is, positions are not exactly stable. I’m looking for something else.”

“You’re right, it’s probably not a good idea to start anything big right now but I’ve dreamt about owning this shop for as long as I can remember. I have great credit and I have a meeting about taking over the lease next week.”

“She makes the best cupcakes.” Peter beams and Amanda gives him a playful eyebrow raise..

“Well, if you need help coming up with a SWOT analysis or projections I can help you with that?” I offer, honestly, give me something to flex my skills again.

If I’m honest I would have to admit that the job offer seemed too good to be true. Bearing in mind, I had already burned through my savings and had to actually donate my blood for cash when I was head-hunted by a firm I’d never heard of.

That’s obviously how they found me, the blood bank.

Their operation was slick, I was offered tea in a professional waiting area, drank it and woke up feeling groggy. The striking, dark-haired woman was the first person I saw and she didn’t even talk to me but rather to what looked like an assistant.

“Oh, she is perfect.” I remember her face hazily through the sedative drugs they gave me.

“Oh my God, are you serious? Yes, that would be amazing. Thank you.” Amanda nodded, nudging me from my thoughts.

“Great, I’ll jot down my e-mail before you go, send me what you have and we can arrange a sit-down before your meeting. Do you have a broker to go with you, make sure you’re not getting ripped off?”

“No, do you think I need one?”

“Definitely, these guys don’t have to give you the best advice for you, they can sell you crap that you don’t need and trap you in debt for years.”

“Jesus, I didn’t even think of that-”

“I can come along if you want, I mean-”

“Yes! Please, I need all the help you can get. Peter, why didn’t you mention you knew an actual accounts whizz?”

“Sweetie, I didn’t know because this guy didn’t tell me.” Peter glances at Roman in a ‘please help’ gesture but he was already lost in his own thoughts.

I haven’t actually heard him speak in a while, I realise.

“Sorry, it didn’t come up.” He gave Peter a half hearted smile and I noticed the other man frown, he knew something was wrong.

As much as I thought I knew the secretive twenty-year-old billionaire, his best friend definitely knew him better. That was also the extent of his participation for the next half hour, right up until Peter and Amanda got ready to leave.

“That’s my e-mail and my cell, just send me what you have.” I hand Amanda a small post-it with my details and she grabs me into a hug.

“You’re a life-saver.” She beams, releasing me and turning to Roman.

“You have a lovely home.”

“It’s getting there.” He shrugged modestly and I notice Peter roll his eyes.

“Thanks for having us. Dinner was amazing, by the way.” Peter smiles widely and gives me a friendly kiss on the cheek and a hug.

“I try, and, honestly, anytime.”

“Later G.” Peter gives Roman a little salute thing they do and Roman returns it.

“Goodnight, safe drive!” I call after them and close the door to see Roman lean against the bannister, giving me a troubled, broody look.

“What?” I lean against the door, arms folded.

“You worked in finance? How did I not know that?”

“Because I never told you.” I reason.

“Yeah, and I never asked, because I’m an asshole and I just assumed th-”

“Assumed that, what?”

“I don’t know, you had a life, a career and then, what happened, how did you end up as-”

“An Upir party favour?”

“That’s not what I was gonna say,” he shakes his head and pushes off the bannister and towards me, his hands bracing against the door on either side of my head as he leans in to look me in the eye.

“And I never want to hear you call yourself that again, understood?” The steely irritation in his eyes and stiffness in his posture tells me just how serious he is.

“Understood.” I agree and lean forward so my head rests against his shoulder and the soft cashmere of his sweater. His rigid stance relaxes after a few seconds and I feel him wrap an arm around my back, returning the embrace.

“You’d tell me, right, if you wanted out?” I roll my eyes and pull away with a groan, not this again.

“We’ve been through this, last night was just-”

“I’m not fucking talking about last night, okay?” He snaps and turns away, walks a few steps, clearly to calm down.

“Then what, Roman?” He didn’t answer.

“My L-”

“Don’t!” He cut me off before I finished, his eyes glistening slightly. “Don’t call me that, not right now.”

“What just happened here?” I ask, completely lost as to just why he was acting so strange.

“It’s late, you should go get some sleep, I’ll make sure Nadia’s settled.”

“Then you’re coming to bed right?’ I ask and take a few steps towards him but he steps back instead.

“Night.” He’s almost up the stairs, two at a time, before I can even argue.

Falling asleep is impossible when you have something on your mind, and an empty space in bed that should not still be empty.

Where the hell is he?

I know by now that if there’s something he doesn’t want to do, no amount of cajoling can make him, he has to arrive at the decision himself. It was the same with Nadia’s room, he just took down the security two weeks ago.

Still, I’m pissed, why the hell does he get to decide to suddenly be all distant  with no explanation. No, fuck that, I want a reason, a good one as to why he’s being such an asshole.

Also, why he’s sleeping on the sofa, his long frame basically dominating the furniture. I pull on his abandoned shirt and fasten the first few buttons for modesty and pad silently over and crouch down near him, ready to wake him up.

It’s not easy to do when he looks so innocent. He’s pretty angelic looking awake but asleep, his frequent frown is gone and his long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks.

“It’s rude to stare.” I jump and he smiles a little, opening his eyes to look at me.

“How long have you been awake?”

“I haven’t actually slept yet.”

“Then come to bed.” I thread my fingers with his and he kisses the back of my hand.

“I will, but first I think we actually need to talk about this.”

“This?”

He sighs and sits up, pulling me up to sit beside him.

“I need you to tell me, honestly, are you happy here?”

“Of course I am, why would you ask that?”

“Because this was never your choice and now I’m kinda concerned that you’ve developed some Stockholm syndrome or whatever. I don’t want to be your captor, I never did.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

Jesus, for a guy who’s CEO of a Fortune 500 company he’s not that bright.

“Huh?”

“I have a teeny confession to make.”

“Oh-Kay.”

“My RH- blood, it’s rare, yeah but there’s another factor to what makes it a commodity.”

“I’m not following you.”

“Do you have any idea how quickly you can ditch religious doctrine when you find out about what’s really going on? My family, insane Republicans, I was like president of my College’s Christian Purity Chapter.”

“Did not put you down as the devout type.”

“It’s easier when you don’t know about Upir, obviously I’m not now.”

“Why would religion have anything to do with blood type?”

“Because saleability, like how much I cost on the Upir market is not just dependent on blood type but blood purity. Virgins net a bigger payday.”

“Wait, so, when they brought you to me-”

“Let’s just say my market value was drastically reduced by the end of that night.” His eyes widen when he realises what I said.

“Fuck! You didn’t say anything, if I hurt you-”

I shake my head and place my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look me in the eye.

“Roman, you didn’t! If you remember, you had already made me come twice before you fucked me and again during. I was more than ready.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“Roman, you are fucking gorgeous, you might not know that-”

“I have an inkling-” He interrupts with a crack of a smiling.

“And you’re an asshole!”

“Careful Princess!” He scowls jokingly and in response I nuzzle into his neck playfully, straddling him on the couch.

As though he were the corresponding jigsaw piece, he places his arms around me and holds me tight to his chest. A perfect fit.

“But you’re kind and smart and funny. I feel safe when I’m with you, that’s why I started playing along with the whole ‘My Lord’ thing the first night.”

“Now?” I hear him ask and pull back to look in his perfect face and searching green eyes.

“I wasn’t playing when you gave me permission to enjoy my first orgasm, I’m not playing now. Here with you is where I want to be and I want to be part of your life, that means helping your friends. So, if it’s okay with you, I would like to help Amanda out.”

“Fine, just make sure it’s during the day and tell me where it is!”

“Thanks R-”

His eyes narrowed slightly and I couldn’t stop my smile, back to wonderful normal.

“Thank you, My Lord.”

“Good girls get rewarded for good behaviour and you asked, respectfully, for my permission.”

He explains as he unfastens the few buttons I closed before coming down. With them open, the line from my neck to panties is completely bare.

“I love seeing you in my shirts.” He moans and slips a hand under the fabric to firmly but gently clasp my breast with his strong hand and the other reaches under the shirt at my back, completely enveloping me as he kisses me.

I cup his face in my hands, kissing back hungrily and rock my hips against the growing bulge in his pants, the friction against my clit as he just holds me, neither hindering nor helping.

“Please, My Lord, I really need you inside me!” I whine and he completely rids me of the shirt, I return the favour by helping him dispatch his, causing a delay in our kiss that feels like forever. It’s worth it though, to feel his skin against mine.

“You’re still a bit overdressed for that, let me help.” He grins and, taking that as permission, I reluctantly separate our bodies to stand and allow him to remove my underwear, my eyes taking in the splendour of his lean muscles. He’s like a marble statue, a forgotten work of Michelangelo someone had wished to life.

Coming back to the task I eagerly sink to my knees between his legs, unfasten his button and zip  and free his cock into my firm grip. Looking up at him, I lean down and take him into my mouth, my hand covering for what I can’t fit as I’m not quite proficient in ‘right-to-the-base’ skills just yet and his length is exactly proportional to his height.

He’s always gentle, however, and never gives me more than I can handle, letting me set the pace.

It’s not something I ever thought I’d enjoy. Just because we didn’t have sex, didn’t mean we didn’t know what it was and many of the girls in my Promise-Ring-Sorority would trade advice about other ways than penetrative intercourse to satisfy men.

“Fuck!” He whispered in a pained voice and I sucked harder, hearing his gasps and moans excited a fire in me, if he swore, it meant I was being a very, very Good Girl.

I do enjoy this though, especially his hands in my hair, long fingers raking through the strands. My sorority sisters described it as more of a chore, a diversion tactic but this was ecstasy in itself.

“Come back up here Princess.” He ordered breathily and, although disappointed, I knew better than to disobey.

I slowly slid my mouth off and freed the tip with a slight pop, stopping momentarily to place a soft kiss on the end and notice him nibble, so subtly, on the inside of his lip.

He takes my hand and pulls me back onto his lap as I reach down and gently position his length to allow it to sink, completely, into me.

“Jesus fuck, I love you so much!” He whispered against my ear, his hands on my back as I writhed and ground against him. It didn’t take long from the close quarter friction to feel my release imminent.

“My Lord, I-” I start and he just holds me tighter.

“You can come, Princess.” He groaned and I accept his generous gesture.

The sheer force leaves me wrecked, my head resting on his shoulder but I have to keep going, for him, for his satisfaction, nothing means more to me right now than pleasing him.

As though sensing this, he switches our position with me now on my back as he captures my knee with his arm, it pressing against my chest as he leans down and kisses me, deeply, lovingly.

He captures my hands in his, entwining our fingers as he moves them over my head. It give him more leverage, allowing him to reach that sweet spot that I usually have to be on top to hit. The spot that’s still sensitive after the last one.

As a second orgasm builds I relish the feeling of him holding my smaller hands in his bigger, stronger ones. As he well knows it makes me feel enclosed in his protection. It’s not restrictive, it’s freeing and it’s only him I have ever trusted with something so intimate.

One of his hands leaves my face to snake between the meagre space between our bodies as he seeks - and finds what he’s looking for.

“Come with me,” he asks brokenly, it wasn’t a command but a request, a plea, we both go over this peak together.

I can only nod as it takes only the sound of his voice coupled with a determined thumb circling clit to push me over which, in turn, leads to his movements becoming erratic as he groans quietly, resting his head, ever so gently against my chest for just a few seconds.

He seems to come back to himself as he kisses a line of butterflies from the centre of my breasts, up my neck and to my lips.

Luckily he has a very smart Doctor on staff that’s able to concoct a birth control solution that works against Upir Physiology or we’d have a problem.

“Nothing more about Stockholm Syndrome, or being a captive, I’m not. We’re unconventional and it works, this is where I want to be, with you, okay?”  I ask when he pulls back to look at me.

I frame his face in my hands and look deep into his eyes, trying to make him believe me.  

“Point made.” He places a gentle kiss on my forehead and I close my eyes for just a second, allowing the fatigue to wash over me.

“Hmm, we should probably get back to bed.” I murmur, my eyes still closed as I feel his familiar hand slide across my throat.

“Bed? Oh no, I’m not through with you yet, bitch!” My eyes shoot open to Roman’s words and realise I’m right where the nightmare left me.

On my knees, on the stairs and tied to the bannister.

“I have so many delights planned for you, kitten!”

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Ghostly

Summary: Dan Howell has been able to see ghosts his whole life. Things have gone from bad to worse now that his mother remarried and he finds himself sharing his new room with Phil, avery good looking guy. A guy, who happens to be dead. 

Words: 22.7k

Warnings: Mentions of death. There is a short mention of homophobia in the beginning of the story. It’s nothing too bad but you should be aware it’s there. 

Extra Tags: 20k+, ghosts, supernatural, friends to lovers, oneshot, phandom big bang 2017

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the dirty romance novel chronicles - kattyshack - Game of Thrones (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark
Characters: Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy, Robb Stark, Margaery Tyrell
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Texting, Drunk Texting, Sexting, Drunkenness, Flirting, Dirty Talk, Humor
Series: Part 8 of snowflakes
Summary:

prompt fill (@goodqueenalys): jonxsansa: sexting, aka Jon gets wasted and attempts to seduce Sansa via text message. And, to absolutely no one’s surprise (except perhaps the ever-oblivious Robb’s), it works.

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Sinner

++ AU!Dean Winchester x Reader || Smut || Request

Warnings: Language, a bit of angst and violence in Dean’s backstory, smut, caught in the act… kind of a sad ending? 

Words: 3655

A/N: I came up with a backstory for AU!Dean. I feel like this would be one of many routes he could take (that fits his personality) if he wasn’t a hunter as we know him. Story is in third person. 

Thank you for the interesting request, Anon! 

Dean Winchester sighed as the Impala entered yet another new town. He’d lost count of how many times he had to adjust to a new location, but he was used to it. He couldn’t stay in one place for long; his run-ins with the law wouldn’t allow it. He knew what he did was good. He had to believe it, otherwise he would start to question his own morals. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello, can you recommend fics where Draco is always eager to uh, have sex with Hermione? Thanks in advance!

“Stopover” and “Stopover Part 2″ by NeverNik is hot hot hot hot hot sex all the time between these two (Draco is insatiable for Hermione). It’s set in a Muggleverse (no magic), but wonderfully written…and did I mention it was hot? ;)

Stopover by NeverNik - Rated: M - 6 Chapters (COMPLETE) -  Airline pilot Captain Malfoy bumps into lawyer Hermione Granger in a hotel. They don’t leave.

Stopover Part Two by NeverNik - Rated: M - 16 Chapters (WIP-regularly updated) -  Draco and Hermione reunite when his plane lands in her city again. Continues on from ‘Stopover.’

XOXO,

- RZZMG

Barbie Squirts After All (Trixya) - Elm

A/N: I’m on a roll, but that’s honeslty because Trixya is just… Trixya, and I’m always starving for them, so, third day in a row! 

Anonymous requested: Can we get some trixya smut based on that ‘barbie really squirts’ picture…

Another new request that came in when I was finished with this requested Trixie in subspace, and this might meet that a little, but not so heavy. 

Summary:

Trixie Mattel has been a bad girl and has not only landed herself one but two punishments from Miss Zamolodchikova.

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So I uhm did a thing

I made a Stanford!Sam x Stanford!Reader fic and I’m just gonna put this out there into the world.

Warning: smut, nsfw, IDK what to put here exactly it’s just porn

Word count: like 3200 sorry not sorry

Your phone pinged as you got a text, you opened your phone and read,

Are you almost here?”

Before you could respond your best friend facetimes you and you answer

“hey, I’m a block away” you answer.

“fuck yeah!” your best friend exclaims, she had been drinking.

“Save some of that for me gorgeous” you laugh “is John there with you?”

“hey Y/N” John says as he comes into frame “don’t worry I’ll make sure she doesn’t get too out of control tonight- that way you can party it up” he chuckles while looking at his girlfriend with adoration.

“okay well I’m at your door let me in” you say as you knock on the front door to John’s townhome and put your phone back in your purse. A few seconds pass before your best friend swings open the door.

“Hey bitch!” she catches you in a bear hug and you laugh

“hey jerk” you reply hugging her back. She lets you in, throws your purse into John’s room and leads you upstairs to the party. The place isn’t too packed, one of John’s roommates has parties constantly but you were always reluctant to come. Drew was the roommate that sketched you out the most, he hung out with the worst of the worst – frat boys. Somehow this weekend your best friend convinced you to come over, finals had destroyed you and your interview for the Stanford med program was coming up and she knew you needed to relax somehow.

“Everyone meet my roomie Y/N!” she shouted once you entered the living room. You got a few people to turn around and wave but one of the guys caught your attention. You had been over a few times over the weekend to hang out with Marie and John, so you were able to spot out who were Shane’s go to party friends, but this one was new. He wasn’t a frat guy- or at least you hoped he wasn’t since he was the only one without letters on his sweatshirt. Marie pulled you to where the alcohol was, you could feel the stranger’s eyes follow you until you disappeared behind the wall and into the kitchen. You turn to John and ask him who the new guy was.

“That’s Sam, one of our other roommates.”

That’s Sam? You told me he was some geek who liked Star Wars and was studying pre-law.” You take a shot of whatever the hell Marie handed you and waited for John’s response.

“He is a geek who likes Star Wars and is studying pre-law.” John responds nonchalantly and pours himself a drink.

“You left out the fact that he is a hot piece of ass and (Y/N) wants to suck his you know what” Marie states making you and John choke on your drinks. You look at her in horror and embarrassment.

“Tell me I’m wrong, I saw the way you looked at him. It’s like you wanted to jump him right then in there like something off animal planet. Trust me I thought the same thing when I saw him.”

“Boyfriend, of 5 years, right here.” John stared at her with annoyance knowing he can’t get too mad because she’s intoxicated. Marie gets on her tip toes as her and John begin to drunkenly make out. You’re too busy worrying about your own appearance to care about the PDA. You search for a mirror so you can analyze every part of your appearance. You take your hair out of your pony tail, jush up your breast to make them look bigger and put on some lip-gloss. Grabbing a drink, you ask Marie how you looked.

“She’s ugly but I’d fuck her” she responds in a jersey smoker voice, you both laugh as she responds, “if I wasn’t already madly in love with this guy I’d try and fuck you.”

You laugh and thank her. Taking a deep breath, you head to the living room, Marie and John following suit. You ask one of the guys if you could take a seat and the guy moves over to make room for you. You strategically sit right across the room from Sam, keeping yourself in his line of high but out of his reach so if he wanted to talk he’d have to get up. You spot the guy next to you looking at your breasts and awkwardly shift as he tries to strike up a conversation.

“So, you go to school at Stanford?”

“Yep” you sip your drink wishing the perv would leave you alone.

“What are you studying?” He was persistent, and moved closer to you.

Leaning away you say “Pre-med”

“That’s sick! So, you probably know every part of the human body.” His hand slides onto your thigh “You seeing anyone?” the slime ball wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“I like girls” You say knowing that saying ‘no’ could get you into bigger trouble, especially with a frat guy.

“oh you’re even more perfect. We’ve been wanting a third” he leans into your neck as you push his chest and on the verge of tears.

“hey Brian, I think your girlfriend is outside” The guy next to you hops up and heads downstairs. You exhale in relief and Sam takes his spot.

“Are you okay?” he asks with concern and looks in your eyes. Immediately your eyes dry up and giving a smirk you state,

“I’m good now that you’re here” surprised at how slickly and boldly that came out your eyes widen and Sam chuckles.

“I’m Sam, Sam Winchester. It’s nice to finally meet you. Marie talks about you every weekend.” Oh fuck

“Hopefully good things”

“She calls you the best person on the planet, you can imagine my excitement to finally meet you.” You blush and take a sip of your drink. You two talk for a little bit about random things like school, family, where you grew up, etc. It felt like no one else was in the room except for you two. You were totally enticed in each other, you loved talking to him.

“So, if you don’t mind that I ask - do you actually like girls or were you making that up to get him away?”

“A little bit of both- I’m Bi but I was hoping that it would crush his libido, but nothing can crush the libido of a drunk frat guy aparently.” You both chuckle and you notice Sam’s hand slowly inching its way towards you. Urging to feel his touch you grab his hand and put in on your thigh. He looks up at you and your heads begin to move closer together. You licked your lips and the butterflies swarmed your stomach- you’ve wanted to kiss him since you spotted him. Sam is staring at your lips as well but before you could kiss those soft, plump lips Marie stood on the table and shouted

“okay bitches! Time for truth or dare.” Marie sits next to you opposite of Sam and waits for a small group to circle around. Trapped in the circle you and Sam can’t escape the juvenile game. You gulp down your drink and excuse yourself to get another drink, promising Marie you’ll be right back. Sam tries to follow but is pulled back down by his drunk friend to participate. You mouth ‘I’m sorry’ to him and head to the kitchen to make yourself some reinforcements. You get caught up talking to some people in the kitchen and ten minutes later you feel a large hand grab your arm and pull you away. You panic and begin to think of every self-defense move you learned until you look up and are relieved to see Sam. You lightly hit his chest,

“You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, Marie sent me to get you, but I figured I had a few minutes until she noticed I was taking too long. Come with me” Sam takes you onto the back balcony. He turns on the lights that surround it and sits on the cushioned porch swing. You sit next to him and look out.

“Not much of a view but I thought the lights would make this place have a better ambiance.”

“Do you take every girl out here?” You look at him and internally fear that he’s a fuck boy and you’ve fallen for anther one’s games.

“I’ve only brought two girls out here, you and my ex. This is mostly my space, I come out here to escape from the world sometimes so only special people get the honor.” You’re relieved and lean in to kiss him. But as you lean in he turns his head and your nose collides into his. You rub your nose and laugh it off.

“I’m so sorry” he says laughing and holding your arm,

“are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Your eyes meet and Sam cautiously leans in and kisses you. The kiss is initially sweet, but it heats up quickly. His hand finds its way to your hips and he pulls you closer. You let your drink fall onto the deck as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer- trying to find any way to deepen the kiss.  He pulls you onto his lap and you straddle him. Sam’s hand slides under your shirt as he runs it up and down your waist- giving you goosebumps. You lightly moan at the sensation and how good it feels. Sam begins to kiss the crook of your jaw and he lets his lips lazily kiss along your neck. You tilt your head back and softly moan when you feel his growing erection against your thigh. You two were the right amount of tipsy for this, drunk enough for every sensation to feel heightened but not drunk enough to where every move is a struggle. You run your fingers through his hair as you pull his head up so you can kiss him, you gently bite his lower lip and he groans as he grips your ass and squeezes it. His hands are massive and your mind drifts onto thinking about how his fingers would feel if-

“Hey! You promised you’d come back” Marie barges through the door onto the deck. You both glare at her and she begins to laugh.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god, oh fuck I’m sorry.” Marie hits the door frame as she leaves. You huff and look back at him. Trying to catch your breath you lightly pant,

“I’m sorry. She’s a total mess when she drinks a lot.” His hand rubs your back and he kisses your chin. His eyes filled with lust.

“Come on” in a haste he pulls you off his lap and takes you inside and up to his room- miraculously not being spotted. He closes the door and forcefully presses you against it. He pins your hands above your hands and kisses you passionately. He attacks your neck leaving marks to serve as memories. Sam slides your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor. Noticing you’re not wearing a bra he licks his lips with anticipation and you feel his bulge press harder against your thigh. He picks you up and throws you onto the bed. Before you could react, Sam was on top of you kissing your chest. You run your fingers through his hair and bite your lip. He kisses up your chest, neck and kisses you before leaning over to whisper into your ear.

“Listen baby, I like things…well… kind of rough, but I want you to have a great time so if something isn’t feeling right let me know.” He kisses you and your heart fills with butterflies. But right now, was not the time, you wanted that tall lumberjack naked, sweaty and making you cum so hard you forget your own name.

“make me scream your name like it’s the only word I know” You say unbuttoning his shirt. Sam smirks and takes his shirt off. You bite your lip as you admire his Adonis body, noticing every indent and following the defined v-line leading down to where his throbbing erection was just begging to be released. You run your hands up and down his abdomen and he plays with the waistband of your pants. He slides them down and off onto the floor, rubbing your inner thighs and running his hand down your calf. He begins to kiss the insides of your thighs and you close your eyes and moan. Sam plays with the band of your lace panties and runs a finger over your core. You shudder in the anticipation and grip the sheets.

“Oh baby we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff.” Sam says in a low growl. Before you could speak he snapped the band against your hips and you jumped with arousal. Sam licks his lips and moves up to kiss you as he slides two fingers under the fabric covering your entrance. He makes circular motions over your clitoris, pressing gently causing you to whine due to the need of pressure. Sam continues to tease your heat as he kisses your neck and collar bones, slowly moving down to his ultimate target. He takes a moment at your breasts and gently bites on the nipple causing a strained moan to come from your swollen lips. Sam pulls his fingers away and uses his teeth to slide down your underwear, you’ve never seen anything sexier. Your body temperature rises, you close your eyes to enjoy the sensation of Sam’s teeth gently grazing down your legs. Finally, he spreads your legs and flattens his tongue against your core making you loudly moan. The feeling of Sam’s thick tongue against you was pleasure greater than anything you’ve ever felt. You were warm everywhere and you felt like you were floating. As Sam kept eating you out your hands found their way into his hair and you started to grind your hips against him – feeling the scruff of his beard against your groin, making you even more aroused. He circles his tongue around your clit and reaches his hand out to you, you interlace your fingers and bite down on your lip to keep yourself from screaming in ecstasy. Sam takes his time with you, not rushing- enjoying every moment of himself giving you pleasure he knows you’ve never had until him. Your jaw comes unhinged as you gasp “I’m close”, Sam slows down making you groan in agony. As he could tell that your orgasm was upon you he pulled away causing you to curse in anguish.

“Fuck, why’d you stop?” Sam moves up and kisses you in reassurance.

“Trust me baby” and with those three words you would trust Sam with your first-born child if need be.

“oka-“before you could finish his lips were on yours as he started to grind against you. The fabric of his stiff pants against your naked center. You both moan into the kiss and you use your free hand to grab the back of his neck, not wanting to release your other hand from his grip. Sam then again begins to kiss and nip and your neck as you arch your neck back to let out a loud moan.

“shh what if someone hears” he huskily sighs, not stopping.

“let them” you state with assurance. Needing release, you flip the two of you over and hastily unbutton his jeans. Both of your eyes filled with lust and fire you begin to suck on his neck leaving a few marks of your own. Sam moans as you rub his mostly erect cock through his underwear.

“Jesus, you’re huge.” You state in shock of the size and girth of his manhood. You begin to kiss down Sam’s chest- reconnecting your hands you peek up to see Sam with his head tilted back, mouth open and eyes shut. You trace his v-line gently with the excitement of where they lead. You rub his bulge causing Sam to lightly moan and buck his hips. You slowly pull down his underwear and slowly take the head of his penis into your mouth. You gently run your tongue along the tip and against the frenulum- gradually you begin to bob up and down, using your hand on the part of his shaft your mouth can’t quite reach. You make Sam moan and curse in pleasure. His free hand finds its way to tangle itself in your hair.

“fuck. Babe.” Sam pants as you know what’s about to happen. You continue until Sam is just about to peak and you pull off- causing him to groan with sexual frustration. You kiss up his chest and whisper in his ear

“now you know what it feels like hot stuff” You look at him and his face isn’t as soft as it was in the beginning. His cheeks are red, his forehead lined with sweat and his eyes filled with sexual fire. His large hands grip your waist and pull you into a heated kiss

“I’m going to fuck you so hard everyone in this house will hear you” Sam states as he assaults your neck

“promise?” you moan out, closing your eyes.

Sam kicks off his pants and pulls you on top of him so you’re right above his engorged member.

“do you have protection?” he looks at you waiting for your response

“IUD” you cup his face and kiss him. Sam slides you onto him causing you to moan loudly into the kiss. Sam stretches you out like no one else has ever done and it is the best sensation ever. You bite his lower lip and begin to roll your hips. Sam grips your ass as you hold onto his shoulders for leverage. You both spend what feels like forever in the feeling of ecstasy. Moaning, panting, grunting, sweating. Taking in every part of each other. As you come close to your orgasm Sam holds your waist and thrusts into you- he uses his thumb against your clit and you moan even louder.

“Fuck I can’t hold on anymore” The sensation of everything overwhelms you as you begin to unravel. Sam flips you onto your back and begins to plunge into you- filling you up even more. Seconds later you grip his hair and his shoulder as your orgasm hits and you lose control of everything. Never feeling so much euphoria in your life. It takes Sam a few more seconds until he fills you- moaning into your neck with a grip on your waist. Coming down from your highs Sam rolls off of you and lays next to you. There’s a moment of silence as you catch your breath. Simultaneously you both pronounce-

“wow”

Sam goes to his bathroom and comes back with a moist towel for you to clean yourself off with. He lays back in bed and pulls you close, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. You kiss his forehead as he rubs your stomach.

“Would you want to go to coffee tomorrow? And maybe dinner after that? And for weeks- maybe months or years to come?” Sam looks up at you and you smile back at him,

“I would want nothing else Sam”

anonymous asked:

There's this one fic where James is completely and utterly adorable in a shy way and mumbles/markers a lot... that's the only key word I could remember? I think you have posted it before - James is hopelessly enamored with lily and lily is a little more outspoken than James ... I know this is generic but I remember the characterization of James was soooo cute and he was shy, it was a longer fic

If you can think of more, that would be great.  But you might be remembering this one, which does have James acting very quiet around Lily:

Title: Love and other Tragedies
Author: Fancyeyes
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance, Drama
Chapters: 21
Word Count: 229,880
Summary: “We don’t deserve her,” the Head Boy answered thoughtfully. “None of us do. Not even me. Not because she’s perfect. She’s not. Sometimes I think she’s even more disastrously flawed than the rest of us combined. And not because she’s beautiful, even though she is. Certainly not for being lovely because she never was. We don’t deserve her because she’s so much more than we’ll ever be”  

gingergallifreyan  asked:

Tentoo x Rose, “Can you not?”

Right, so, I’ve read this over a thousand times (after spending most of the day at work writing on my phone), so it is what it is.

And what it is, folks, is smut.  There’s not really a plot, it’s just 2k words of… smut.  You know that post going around that’s all about the dozen or so things TenToo gives Rose, and half the list is ‘orgasms’?  Yeah, that’s this post.  So, NSFW.

Also mentions of pregnancy, so tagging @timepetalsprompts as that’s a November prompt.

Uh, so, first explicit smut post, so, um, be kind?


For Rose, no place felt more like home than their bed on the TARDIS.  Burrowed under 32nd century cotton sheets, fireplace roaring, her husband’s warm weight pressing her into the mattress, was very close to her idea of heaven.  

Sighing in his arms as they kissed leisurely, she allowed her hands to roam his fit body, running her fingers over his back and through his hair.  

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Like Cinderella, But With Cock - loveglowsinthedark - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
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Title: Like Cinderella, But With Cock

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC17 lol

Summary: ”Oh, shit,” he groans, “This is like Cinderella, isn’t it?! Like Cinderella, but with cock. Cock instead of slippers.”

Where Harry’s hexed so that he can’t lose his erection until he sleeps with his soulmate. If only those were easier to find.