I really want these leggings


In @crankgameplays‘s Snakepass video he brought up a nightmare he had as a wee boi about a giant snake strangling him. And for some reason I decided to depict the snake back for revenge. I dunno, I’m tired. Noodle attempting to eat a blueberry or something. Always ask first.

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Steve Rogers

Did you actually think you were enough?

Forget me (Part 2 of Did you actually think you were enough?)

Peter Parker


Don’t Ever Come Back

I’m sorry (Part 2 of Don’t ever come back)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

You deserved it (Drabble)

All that matters (Part 2 of You deserved it)

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Imagine #3: Not Again

It had become a problem. Well, it’d been a problem since the cast was on, but now it was just getting worse. 

When you first broke your leg, you weren’t too upset about the cast and the crutches. You’d never had them as a kid and now you were excited to experience what your friends all had the chance to experience in school. 

Crutches seemed fun. An excuse to not take the stairs. People would do things for you with no questions asked. And you could bum around without any judgement. Seemed like a great life. 

Except for the fact that crutches hurt. Bad. Your arms hurt. Your armpits hurt. Your shoulders hurt. Your boobs hurt. Your other leg hurt. And you kept tripping. No matter what you did the crutches would land on a dog toy or they’d get caught on the carpet or you were just a klutz. Whatever the case you couldn’t wait to get them out of your life. 

Today was the day. You were going to be free. But you weren’t. 

Your doctor smiled sweetly before relaying the bad news.

“Y/N, your leg can’t be out of this cast yet. It’s still in bad shape.” Yeah, probably from tripping constantly with the crutches. “If you’d like we can get you a new wrap for it.” 

“No. It’s fine. I just want to go home.” You groaned. The doctor gave you another sad smile before helping you off the exam table and holding the devil’s ornaments aka crutches out to you. 

“Is someone here to drive you?” You nodded. You knew he’d be thoroughly amused to see you hobbling out on the metal death traps. “Okay love. Have a great day. See you in three weeks.” THREE WEEKS! Almost a month of continuing to trip and hate life. Sounds wonderful. 

You gave her a smile and limped for the door. Your arms were sore and ready to give out and you knew your back couldn’t take much more of the hunched position they caused. As much pain as you were in, it dissipated when you saw Harry slip out of the back of his car. 

Originally posted by stockholmhrry

He was coming from interviews, but he’d promised to pick you up so you wouldn’t have to take another Uber. And as usual, he followed through with his promise. 

What you hadn’t been expecting was the driver and the suit and the luxury car. Maybe the Range Rover, but not the Bentley. You weren’t complaining. At all. 

“Well, well, well,” Harry stopped when he saw what must have been a very depressing sight. You were all but hanging off your crutches in front of him, with a very blue cast that matched the very blue feeling you had inside. “I thought you were a free woman today?” He frowned and kissed you.

“I was supposed to be. But these death traps keep tripping me and so my leg is still broken and so I have to keep using the death traps and so I keep tripping and so my leg will forever be broken.” You groaned in one breath and he just looked at you. 

“And so?” You knew he was mocking you, but you weren’t in the mood.

“And so I’ll just get myself home. Thanks so much Comedy Central.” You sassed him before hobbling away from him. It only took you a few swings before your crutch got caught in the sidewalk crack and you almost fell. 

You knew he’d lunged behind you to catch you, as he had been doing for weeks, but you caught yourself. Reluctantly, you turned to face him. He had his eyebrows raised and was watching you carefully. 

“I’m sorry, Harry. I’m just really sick of this and I just want my leg back.” You whined, some tears threatening to roll down your cheeks. Harry chuckled a little bit with his perfect smile and you couldn’t stay mad. But you could stay irritated at the world and your crutches. 

Originally posted by prettylittlelarrie

“It’s not funny.” You pouted. This time you didn’t have the strength to hold the tears back. Finally, Harry saw that you weren’t joking about your upset. But that you were actually genuinely stressed. 

“Babe,” He grabbed your shoulders and you flinched as they were still sore. He immediately removed his hands. Another issue with the crutches–he was afraid to touch you. “Sorry.” He mumbled. “I like you with one leg and crutches and tripping just as much as I like you with two legs and no crutches and falling. You’re still Y/N and that’s all I need.” He smiled at you. 

There was no way anyone could have been grouchy after that, except you. You still found a way and he saw it. 

“Alright, you know what?” He frowned and shrugged his jacket off and handed it to the driver. Harry rolled up his sleeves and then gestured to the driver to come towards you. “Take the crutches would you?” He asked nicely and the driver nodded. 

“Harry, what are you doing? I need them. I can’t walk without them.” Your voice went from watery and breaking to frantic and scared. “You’ll kill me.” Your voice cracked and he rolled his eyes as he rested his hand on his cheek mocking your upset. 

Originally posted by softharrysquad

“You’re not walking anywhere.” He mumbled before leaning down a bit. Within a blink of the eye you were propped up in his arms being carried bridal style to the car. “You don’t want to trip? Fine. I’ll carry you everywhere. Just like the princess you are. The ground doesn’t deserve you.” 

Part of you knew he was being sarcastic and mocking your dramatics, but another part of you knew he semi-meant what he was saying. 

He carefully ducked into the backseat of the car, being careful not to hit your head. You watched as his driver placed the crutches in the trunk and then enter the car. 

“It’s really going to be okay.” He kissed your forehead and you finally smiled. “Well would you look at that. You smile.” 

He may have greeted you with an over-dramatic entrance and mocked your pain, but at the end of the day you knew you were his princess and nothing was going to change that. 


The moment we both walked in, Harry was bombarded with people I had never met before, I hadn’t met much of Harry’s coworkers, or peers for that matter, I knew almost none of the people Harry associated with. Luckily no one acknowledged me, so I clung to his hand and took my time taking in the room, he said it would be a quick meeting, but I was kinda hoping it would be longer, wanting to stall the night. I had decided tonight would be the night, I was going to be with him for the first time, I wasn’t sure if I would ever be ready but it was beginning to put too much stress on our relationship and I trusted with Harry. All being said I was still very nervous, almost as if Harry could sense my uneasiness his other arm draped over his chest as he wrapped a protective hand over my forearm, squeezing gently. I finally felt myself exhale, not realizing I had been holding my breath, he looked down to me mouthing an “All good?” to which I nodded curtly and he resumed his conversation, leaving a few moments later with mention of a drink.

Harry found the bar with ease talking to another stranger, and ordering a rum, I was confused when he turned handing me the drink, forgetting I was underage, he was still chatting away with his friend when he was handed his own drink leading me to the table the rest of the group had already settled around.

He sat taking perched on the outside edge of the round booth leaving me pressed between him and a girl with a pretty face void of any makeup yet still unique and radiant along with an airy laugh that I was overly envious of. I didn’t say anything still holding tightly to the glass in front of me watching as the condensation gathered into small droplets than ran till they collided with my fingers slowly going numb at the cold temperature. I shivered as I felt Harry shift next to me, his arm reaching around to grip the edge of the booth behind me.

“Something wrong love?” he spoke next to my ear, his warm breath heavy with the smell of alcohol.

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Companions are Dared to Fight Maxson

aaaaaa ;; I’m sorry for this being so late I’ve been so busy ~ little goose


“C'mon little guy! Show me what you got!” Cait got into a fighting stance and smirked at Maxson. In a matter of seconds she was flipped over and on the ground. “Watch what you say, civilian. I will not tolerate-” Cait had got up as he was speaking and sucker punched the Elder right in the face. The fight was on. It lasted around 3 hours tops, both getting knocked around by the other. The fight was closed to a tie because never of them would give up. Curie scolded them both when they were done, saying that “it was a hazard to their health” if they continued. Maxson suffered from a fractured wrist, a broken nose, and a cluster of bruises making his face swollen. Cait suffered a minor concussion a black eye, a few cracked ribs, and a sprained hand. They both decided it was best to not do that again, unless they got bored.


Maxson raised an eyebrow at the Mr. Handy. “Sir? If I may, I don’t think it would be wise to conduct a fight against you, my saw arm alone is enough to give you stitches. I wouldn’t want to worry Miss Curie.” “I suggest if you don’t want to be turned into a scrap heap, then you better stay back.” As Maxson said that, it made Codsworth run tail and run, he didn’t even want to fight the Elder of the brotherhood anyway.


Curie is a sweetheart, why would anyone want to fight her? She doesn’t even like fighting, only when it’s necessary. When asked to Maxson she was in shock. “Fight him? He has done nothing wrong to provoke me! Yes I mean he can be a bit ah, rude to me but that’s not a reason to hurt him!” However, she still ended up to face to face with him. “Monsieur? If I may, I do not wish to fight you.” Curie crossed her arms in protest. Maxson didn’t say anything, just shrugged and walked off. He’d never admit it but he was quite fond of Curie since she helped people no matter what, despite being a synth.


“Me? Fight elder Maxson? You’re out of your mind.” Danse crossed his arms and stared at the person who dared him. “Last time that happened I ended up with a few broken ribs and a hand. I was off the field for almost 5 months.” He looked at the ground and then back up, “Of course I was more naive and less aware at that time, maybe I will take him on again.” Later that day, Danse was seen fighting Maxson. He wore a swollen face and a bloody nose just looking at him, however he also had a broken rib and a sprained ankle. Maxson had a black eye and what seemed like a fractured hand. Maxson was winning, Danse was unfortunately too cocky to take him on, leaving him on the ground after being flipped over, and then being left with a shattered pride.


“me, fight that hunk?” He laughed loudly, “Oh goodness, you gotta be kidding me!” He wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. “Well, you only live once, am I right?” He got up to go find Maxson. Once he spotted him, he popped a stealth boy and snuck up to him. He forcibly pulled the elder down, however he did not expect him to reach blindly in the air and take a lucky grab at the spy, pulling him down too. Deacon slammed onto the ground, giving him a small nose bleed. “Using a stealth boy, eh? Coward, show yourself!” Maxson yelled out in anger. Deacon quickly ran off, but kept his cool as he told the person who dared him that he totally beat Masson with just one punch. No one believed him since they saw Maxson the next day with no bruising or swelling showing that he’d been in a fight.


He tilted his head in confusion. He was a sweet dog (most of the time), why would he jump Maxson? Dogmeat didn’t move, he just sat down, scratched himself and rolled around on the ground in boredom.


“I’ll gladly do so.” Hancock smirked a mischievous smirk. He strolled up to Maxson with a wide grin on his face. “What do you want, ghoul?” Maxson looked at him in disgust. “Oh nothing, just wanted to give you something.” Hancock punched the elder in the face and yelled out, “Fight me you little punk!” The fight my friends, was on. Maxson was strong and fast, but Hancock was swift and flexible. He was like a fox letting a bull charge him but then jumping to the side at the last second. Maxson was able to get a few punches on the mayor but soon found himself on the ground in pain. Hancock had body slammed him to the ground and walked off with just a broken finger and a slight limp in stride that wpuld last at least a week. Maxson however had a cracked rib, a black eye, and busted lip. No one ever let the elder live that down. Who couldn’t talk about it? The elder of the Brotherhood of Steel had just got his ass kicked by a skinny ghoul from Goodneighbor.


Maccready nervously chuckled “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, I mean I’m not really trained in hand-to-hand combat.” However he strolled up to Maxson and was about to punch the guy in the face but when he turned around and questioned Maccready, the poor sniper just about jumped out of his skin and ran away with his tail tucked between legs.

Nick: “Listen, I would and I really want to, but he could easily turn me into a scrap heap the next time he saw me, so I’d better not.” The detective lit up a cigarette, “However, maybe if I’m feeling risky I might just fight the guy”


“Bring it Maxson! Fight me!” Piper put her fists up at the taller man. Maxson looked down at her and scoffed. “Do you really want to do tha-” before he could finish his sentence, piper went right into fighting dirty and had kicked him right in the baby maker. The elder held his groin in pain as a tear welled up in his eye, but he held it in. He gasped slightly before maintaining his posture and got rewards with a strong kick to the shin bringing him down on one knees. Piper cheered, “Hey guys! I just brought the elder of the Brotherhood of Steel to his knees!! How many of you can say that, huh??” She walked laughing and pumped her fists in the air, she was definitely writing an article about this.


“Oh I don’t know, he’s a really strong guy….but I always wanted to challenge him!” Preston smiled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Later that day, he walked up to Maxson and bluntly told he wanted to challenge him to a fight. “Challenge me? To a fight? You do realize you are addressing the Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, correct?” Maxson challenged Preston, his back straight and staring sternly at the Minuteman. “I know exactly who I’m addressing and I’m challenging you to a fight.” Preston stared down the Elder. “Very well then.” With that, the two were at each other, punches flying and dirt being kicked up everywhere. Soon enough, Preston landed a punch square Maxson’s face. The sweet pure man soon realized that was a mistake since he then found himself on the ground, wheezing, flooding coming from his face. He groaned as he slowly got up, suddenly feeling nauseous. “Monsieur! Oh dear, you need to be treated immediately! You too Monsieur Maxson! Come come! ” Curie had ran up to scene of the fight just in time to see Preston go on the ground. “Curie I’m fine..just need to catch my breath..” Preston almost went unconscious as he stumbled to Curie’s place. He was diagnosed with a few broken ribs, a bruised shoulder and a broken nose, Maxson however, had a broken nose and a fractured jaw. Preston decided to never challenge Maxson again.


As soon as he was dared he got a wild grin on his face. “Strong smash small human? STRONG SMASH PUNY HUMAN!” He ran over to Maxson bellowing a loud roar. Maxson silently thanked whoever was listening that the super mutant was so loud that no one could hear his high-pitched scream as he was taken into the mutants arms and thrown like a rag doll. The Elder suffered from a number of injuries: broken leg, arm, wrist, a concussion, and extremely sore joints and muscles for next few months. It took a ton of persuasion to convince Maxson not to terminate Strong for treating him so poorly.


“I will gladly punch the shit out of that surface filth.” Standing up, X6 walked out of the room, finding Maxson easily. “Excuse me, sir? I wish to speak with you.” Maxson turned around at the voice, seeing who called him. “What do you wan-” before the Elder could finish, he was punched in the face, kicked in the shin, and thrown on the ground in a matter of seconds. “Hm, always wanted to do that.” With that, X6 walked off calmly, like nothing happened leaving Maxson in a stunned daze wondering what had just happened.


Maxson was aboard the Prydwen, strolling towards his quarters when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something. He stopped and looked around and saw someone right beside him. Thinking it was an attacker, he launched himself at the intruder only to come into contact with a wall. No, wait, it was mirror. Maxson launched himself at a reflection of himself like a puppy seeing itself in a mirror for the first time. Humiliated and sore, Maxson was just glad that no one saw that and he shamefully shuffled into his quarters and stayed there for the rest of the night. However, he did not see the newest recruit climbing up from the command deck just in time to witness the scene. The next day, Maxson walked down the hall wondering why everyone was whispering and snickering when he walked by.


Gage laughed, loudly. “That little guy? I bet you 30 caps I’ll win!” Gage quickly strolled up to Maxson with a huge grin on his face. Maxson turned around and in exchange, got a sucker punch to the face. He staggered backwards slightly from the force and held his bloody nose. “What the hell??” Maxson’s eyes flashed a lethal look towards Gage and lunged towards him. Maxson had Gage underneath him and was angrily punching him. Gage quickly rolled away and ran off, limping ever so slightly. Gage lost his thirty caps and a got rewarded with a broken nose a few chipped teeth and two black eyes.


“Why would I do such a thing?” Ada was confused, why would she attack someone just to attack someone? She walked away from the person who asked her and went to go do her own thing leaving the person slightly disappointed since they didn’t get to see a fight.

Face riding (The 8)

Smut. One-shot (there’s so much more than just the face riding omg). The whole evening’s been clouded by some very exciting tension, and you just can’t wait to resolve it.

You and Minghao were making dinner after a day filled with assignments and practice, both of you slightly tense but willing to let go when it came to each other, in more ways than one.

“Y/N, can you pass me the oil?” Minghao asked from in front of the stove, and you quickly reached for the glass bottle and brought it to him. His hand landed partially on top of yours around the bottle and stayed there for a bit longer than would’ve been natural, and the quick jolt of electricity that ran down your spine almost made you gasp; Minghao’s hooded eyes and the way his lower lip was caught between his teeth hardly did anything to ease your breathing or the fast beating of your heart. And just like that, the moment was gone, as Minghao smiled warmly and finally tugged at the bottle lightly, and you let go of it. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you breathed, slowly returning to the task at hand, which meant chopping vegetables, as much as your thoughts were completely elsewhere - was it only you or was there a sense of tension hanging around the two of you? Not the kind that made you feel conscious of everything you said and did in fear of how the other would react, but the kind that made you bubble with anticipation. And okay, maybe it did make you conscious of everything you said and did, but only because you just knew that the other one was paying a lot of the good kind of attention to it.

Trying to shrug it off, you and Minghao continued cooking the dinner and once it was ready, sat down to eat. Everything seemed normal, if you didn’t take into account the way Minghao was scanning you almost hungrily, or the way your eyes lingered on his parted lips and collarbones and your mind went through how both of those felt against your lips.

Okay, now maybe it wasn’t as normal as you thought it to be, but still.

While you did the dishes, you kept stealing glances at your boyfriend; the veins on his arms, his slender fingers, his tight jeans hugging his legs, his slim figure, the defined jawline, his dark brown, beautifully shaped eyes staring intently into yours…

You jolted and dropped the sponge you were using to wash the dishes, and Minghao snickered. “You were completely in your own world.”

“Can you blame me?” you huffed, cheeks heating up at getting caught checking him out that blatantly. Minghao licked his lips slowly, running his own eyes up and down your body, too, which he had actually done quite a few times while doing the dishes, without you realizing, of course.

“Not really,” he said by your ear, and the tickling of his hot breath on your sensitive skin made you shiver. It would’ve been a lie if you had said you weren’t anticipating the moment the two of you would finally have nothing to do besides each other.

Before you’d get that far, though, you wanted to shower, and Minghao innocently (although you could hear in his voice that he was actually far from innocent with his suggestions) suggested that you’d have one together, “to save time”. You had long before discovered that it was rare for you two to actually save time if you showered together, mainly because you kept getting distracted by either touching each other or just fooling around, but you found yourself nodding readily either way.

If the sexual tension wouldn’t wash away or at least ease down a little during the shower in one way or another, you’d give up.

The water was warm when you stepped underneath it, Minghao following suit with his hands immediately finding their way to your waist while bringing his mouth close to your right ear. “Did you feel the tension, too?”

You sighed as you leaned against Minghao, reaching to the back of his neck with one of your hands as you tilted your head and leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw. “How could I not?”

Minghao let out a low chuckle and mumbled a husky “Good point” before leaning down to kiss you square on the lips while his hands began moving from your waist, one of them sliding up to your breasts and one down to your thighs. With one hand squeezing your mound gently and catching your nipple between his forefinger and middle finger, he teased your inner thighs with the merest tips of his fingers, grinning against your lips when he could feel you shiver under his touch and breathe heavily against his mouth.

“About time we do something about it, then, no?” Minghao asked with a teasing hint in his tone as he broke away from the kiss, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your thigh as they dragged upwards, towards your already aching heat. “I just really want your legs around my head.”

You snorted at the choice of words, only to let out a quiet whimper when Minghao dragged one of his slender fingers along your slit. Unable to hold yourself back from grinding against the digit, you moved your hand up Minghao’s neck and tugged lightly at his brown hair upon reaching it, making him gasp quietly. A small grin spread to your lips. “Let’s get this shower over and done with and you’ll get that. …And a lot of other things.”

He grinned while dipping his finger flat into your wetness, sliding it up slowly and making you buck against his hand when his fingertip reached your sensitive clit. “That was in my plans.”

The shower proceeded with lots and lots of kisses, some more quick and sweet and some so full of hunger and tongue that you considered just getting down to it there and then. However, whenever that thought popped to your mind, you remembered what Minghao had said he wanted, which was essentially eating you out, and the mere thought of his tongue massaging your clit and his lips wrapping around it was more than enough to keep you from giving in to the temptation.

Once you were out of the shower, you both dried yourselves with your towels half-heartedly, only wanting to get to your double bed as fast as possible.

Minghao took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked at you with a lopsided grin on his face, his eyes slowly travelling from your lustful eyes down to your hardened nipples and your thighs, pressed tightly together. He could feel his cock twitch a bit at the sight that he found absolutely gorgeous, and he swallowed.

“Come on, Y/N,” he said, moving one hand smoothly on his thigh as an invitation. You chuckled quietly and shook your head.

“Won’t you lie down first?” you asked, voice sensual and low, which made Minghao’s Adam’s apple bob in anticipation and his erection only grow harder faster. He gave you an understanding nod as he moved more to the center of the bed and lied down; you bit your lip at the sight: he was looking straight into your eyes, his legs slightly parted and his cock hard and heavy against his stomach, his hands crossed behind his head. He looked so much like he was in control, yet he also looked all yours.

Not willing to waste another second, you walked to the bed and got on top of Minghao, sitting down on his thighs and running your hands slowly up and down his chest and stomach, smirking when he shivered under your touch.

“Y/N,” Minghao managed to hiss when you ran your thumbs over his nipples, and it was then that he shut his eyes tightly and brought his hands out from underneath his head, placing them on your hips instead.

“What?” you asked teasingly, sliding your thumbs over Minghao’s nipples a couple of more times before steadying your hands on his chest and moving yourself up on him, only to lower yourself on the underside of his cock and grind against him, letting out a quiet yet utterly satisfied moan at how good it felt.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his hips bucking up and his fingers digging into your skin in a way that made you sigh in pleasure. With how hard and needy he was and how deliciously wet you were on him, it was - again - difficult to keep his mind straight when he was oh so very tempted to just slide into you and have you ride him hard. Minghao’s voice broke a little when he said your name again, his arms shaky as he lifted you a little.

“Yes?” you asked teasingly, getting up on your knees and biting your lip at the sight of Minghao’s pre-cum staining his lower abdomen. He looked at you almost desperately and smoothed his hands over your thighs before swallowing and adopting a more serious look as he licked his lips slowly, making sure your eyes followed even the smallest movement of his tongue. You jolted a little with anticipation.

“If we don’t move on as soon as possible, we might have to leave the oral for next time. We don’t want to miss that opportunity tonight, do we?” he asked with a wicked grin, his plump lips left slightly parted even as his tongue disappeared back into his mouth. You shook your head hastily; no, you really did not want to miss out on that, not when you were as horny and needy for his mouth as you were now. As much as having his cock inside of you did sound absolutely amazing, his lips and tongue on you sounded even more so.

You moved up on him, first teasingly slowly, but the closer his face was, the faster you got, and soon you were standing on your knees right above his face, his eyes scanning your wet pussy almost gleefully while you moved one hand up to your chest to tease your nipples and stroked Minghao’s hair with the other. He licked his lips and ran his hands up and down your thighs, his eyes still intent on your most sensitive parts.

“Come on down,” Minghao said, voice thick with lust, and dragged his thumbs up your inner thighs as they found their way to your outer lips, spreading them open gently. A strangled moan came out, and you bit down on your lower lip. “God, you look good.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up even more than they already had, and a whine left your lips when Minghao teased you with his thumbs, moving them along your folds lightly before massaging slow circles into your clit, all the while eyeing you expectantly. Eventually you just couldn’t take it anymore, as much as you wanted to be a tease, and just began lowering yourself on his face.

Before you had even come down all the way, Minghao’s tongue was darting out of his mouth and his hands were moving to your ass, squeezing it lightly while he waited for you to be low enough for him to move his tongue around in your wetness. And once you were… oh, how tightly your fingers held his hair and how gorgeous the strangled moan that you let out sounded to him.

With a bit more encouragement from Minghao, you slowly let more of your weight fall on his face, your legs shaky as you felt the first swirls of his tongue around your pussy. He took his time exploring you, loud, wet sounds coming out as he did so, and you couldn’t help but move a little, grinding against his tongue and mouth altogether. He snickered, his hands kneading your ass.

“Are you feeling good?” he asked, giving your clit a couple of kisses before flattening his tongue against it. You quivered with a quiet mewl leaving your lips. “Me, too.”

Your breathing was getting heavier by the minute as Minghao continued working his magic on you, his tongue finally ending its exploration when he wrapped his lips around your clit. First it was only light, making you sigh as you caressed his scalp with your fingertips, but when he sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves gently with his tongue running over it, your face was scrunching up and loud moans were coming out uncontrollably, much to Minghao’s satisfaction.

Heck, if you weren’t weak for Minghao’s mouth, you didn’t know what you were. He grinned smugly against you while continuing his treatment on your clit, alternating between pressing his tongue against it and merely grazing it with the wet muscle while his lips were wrapped around it, at one moment only loosely and at another with some suction included, which was driving you crazy, and that was exactly how he loved seeing you.

“Please,” you whined, bucking your hips against Minghao’s mouth desperately while he rubbed your clit with his tongue while sucking on it lightly. He chuckled to himself and let your clit free, still sliding his tongue over it a few times before just blowing some cool air into it. You gasped at the sensation, and Minghao grinned when he felt your thighs tense on either side of his head. You weren’t even sure what you were begging for, but whatever it was, Minghao only ate you out with more vigor - he had merely been getting started.

He pulled you better against himself, his hands firm on your ass as he held you, and all you could do was clench around nothing when you felt the passionate sucks on your clit, not to mention the way his tongue would massage circles into it fast enough to give you flashbacks of the last time you had used a vibrator on it. Similarly to the toy, too, Minghao’s tongue had you weak enough to be shaking above him, unsure if you wanted to buck against him or shy away from the almost torturous touch.

Minghao moaned quietly - although you still felt the vibrations painfully strongly - as more of your anticipation began flowing out, and he gave you a lick all the way from your dripping entrance to your swollen clit. You whined, tugging at his hair, and grinded against his mouth needily. Swollen and desperate to climax, you needed something, anything, to grant you just that. You threw your head back and touched your breasts while focusing on the way Minghao’s mouth felt on you, and all of it together was absolutely heavenly.

“You wanna come, babe?” Minghao asked, lapping at your juices before moving back up on you to kiss your clit, moving one of his hands up from your ass to your chest, pushing your hand away as he took one of your mounds into his hand and kneaded it a little. You let out a whimper that could, with some imagination, be imagined as a positive answer. Minghao swallowed hard, barely able to not touch his aching cock, and gave you a greedy, long lick with a flattened tongue, more than ready to have all of your release streaming down his throat. “Give it to me.”

You nodded, and after some quick adjusting by both you and Minghao, you began moving your hips back and forth on his face, your moans getting more frequent and rising in pitch with every little bit of friction that you got. Minghao moved his tongue with the expertise he had gained over the times he had eaten you out previously, sometimes with you riding his face or sitting on it, sometimes with you lying down on the bed with your legs wrapped tightly around his head as he brought you to your second orgasm with his tongue running over your clit relentlessly.

Biting your lip, you clenched your thighs a little as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, the pressure growing bigger with every movement of your hips, and it took you all of your will power to remain somewhat seated on Minghao’s face.

“Minghao, I’m gonna,” you whined, your voice breaking when Minghao rolled your nipple gently and grazed your clit lightly with his teeth before wrapping his soft, plump lips around it and sucking with just enough pressure to throw you over the edge as a shaking mess. You let go of his hair and lurched forward, both of your hands pressed flat on the mattress as you panted and rocked your hips needily against Minghao’s mouth, shaky moans slipping through your lips one after another. The sensitivity of your orgasm made it almost painful, but you wanted more.

“Wanna do another one?” Minghao asked, sensing your unspoken wishes, while lifting you a little and running his forefinger along your slit and dipping it into your core that was quick to hug it tightly. You nodded desperately and pushed against his finger, which made Minghao smirk. “You got it.”

You reached your second orgasm a lot faster, largely due to the sensitivity, but it felt just as good, if not better, as the previous one. Minghao’s never-ending greediness regarding tasting and hearing you was as present as ever, and whenever he scissored the two fingers he had eased into you and slid his tongue between them, you mewled.

Once you had come for the second time and Minghao had licked you clean and tapped your ass as a sign that he was done, you hissed while moving away from his head and sitting down next to it. Minghao looked up at you, his cheeks flushed and face glistening with your juices that he soon tried to gather with his tongue, only managing to get some off. You chuckled and ruffled his hair, mouthing a “Thank you” and getting a gentle squeeze on your thigh back from the male.

Moving your eyes down on him slowly, you were met with Minghao’s cock, red and hard and aching to be touched as it rested on the small pool of pre-cum on his lower abdomen. He followed your gaze and gave you a look that was almost innocent - almost.

“Wanna help me out?” he asked, bringing his own hand to his member and grunting at the contact it was finally getting. You moaned at that alone.

Yes,” you were able to mumble before replacing his hand on his length with yours, occasionally joining it with your lips or the merest tip of your tongue. While he loved seeing you at your weakest, you loved making him suffer in the best ways possible, one of those being holding him at the base of his cock while you sucked on the tip of his cock with your tongue swirling around it, because that was one of the many things you knew would make him loud.

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@forones93 - This s your request! I hope you like it! I haven’t drawn in almost 2 weeks so I’m a bit rusty.

Fic Meme

Prompt me!

Give me two characters from the Harry Potter universe (including my OCs from The Changeling ‘verse if you like), and a prompt of some sort (a word, a line of dialog, a song, a what if, a quote) and I will do my best to write you a one-off ficlet as the muse provides. (No promises on quick turn arounds. Lol)

For example:

Character + Character, mastering the moving staircase


Character/Character, Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. - T.S. Elliot.

Feel free to request pairings (het, slash, femslash), I just reserve the right to make it friendship. But I will do my best!