above the lip

Splash

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Request: @itsanerdlife​ said she wanted bathtub smut based on that one gifset of clark getting in the bath with lois, and i was happy to deliver <3 (I hope you like it!)

A/N: so this was fun guys…ALSO the nerf gun thing in this is based on a real video i saw but i can’t find it for the life of me and i’m so mad…so if you know where it is i will literally love you forever…that’s all. also sorry this is so late…. :( also (also) pls ignore the awful title i am shit at them

Warnings: nsfw, bathtub smut, nerf guns

Words: 2668

Tags:@yourtropegirl @daybreak96

The front door to your and Steve’s shared apartment slams shut behind you, and you lean against it for a second.  “Fuck,” you curse quietly, pulling the disgustingly uncomfortable shoes off and tossing them into the middle of the floor.  You drop your purse and jacket on the floor, knowing Steve will give you those “eyebrows of disappointment,” but you were honestly too tired to care.  You trudge through the living room, dead on your feet and cursing Stark for being so demanding.  Working with the Avengers was exciting, but God was it hard on your feet.

You finally reach your room, where Steve is sitting against the headboard of your bed, files and papers spread out around him. He glances up at you and smiles. “Hey, Princess.  How was your day?”

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His Warmth (M)

Word Count: 3532
Member: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Fluff & Smut
Warnings: Cum-play, Biting, Lots of cute bc I’m in love with Jimin

It’s been two months since your boyfriend went on tour and you haven’t been able to see him, so when you unexpectedly wake up to him in your bed you just can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.

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Aggressive ; Peter Parker

WARNINGS: smut !!, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, messy stuff, language, choking, this is just all smut au & sin tbh

summary: handcuffs in bed are nice and kinky but if your boyfriend’s alter ego was spider man, why not try using his web-shooting abilities instead?

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Strawberries (Damian Wayne x Reader) *Collab with Colormemeow*

A/N: Here’s the fic me and @colormemeow wrote together in celebration of our 300 milestone!

Warnings: None!



You had woken up that morning, unenthusiastically expecting an empty apartment. It had been unbearably boring ever since Batman had temporarily grounded you from patrol.  But instead of the usual empty house, you found Damian, flopped unceremoniously onto your couch, looking like he’d been hit by, well, a Batmobile.

“Um… Hello?” you greeted and walked over to the sofa, kneeling so that you could make eye contact with him.

“Good morning,” he replied, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

This had happened before, so the shock factor had worn off slightly.

“You, my friend, are getting blood all over my couch,” you pointed out.

‘It’s not my blood,” he tried to reassure you.

“That’s not any better! Now, why don’t we get you out of that uniform?“

“Beloved, are you attempting to flirt with me?” Damian responded, smirking.

“If you think that this is flirting, you’re out of your damn mind. I’m saying that you smell bad and I want you to shower, so get off of my couch,” you said, quickly pecking him on the nose.

He huffed in annoyance before rolling off the couch and making his way to your bathroom.

“Your shampoo is in there!” you called from the linen closet, where you were trying to see if Damian had left any clothes at your house.

Damian stood in the shower, looking at your bottles of soap. On the shower shelf, there was a wide array of soaps, including the shampoo you had gotten for him when he stayed over. However, a different bottle caught his eye.


Damian walked out into your bedroom, to find the clothes you had laid out, for him. He raised an eyebrow at the choice, but chose not to complain. A few minutes later he walked out of your room wearing grey sweats and an undersized black t-shirt. Damian noticed a pink sweatshirt sitting on a chair. He stopped to consider his dignity before putting on the sweatshirt. It fit and was fairly warm, so he didn’t mind the color.


You were lying on your sofa, snacking on a bowl of strawberries that you had gotten for yourself while waiting for Damian to get out of the shower. There was a loud thumping sound, followed by a string of curses.

“Don’t you dare die on me!” you shouted from the couch, trying to make sure Damian didn’t kill himself in your shower.

About ten minutes later, you were met with Damian, draping himself gracelessly over you, Damian’s damp hair was pressed into the crook of your neck. “Hello,” you greeted for the second time that morning. Before Damian could reply, you spoke again. “Did you use my shampoo?”

“It smelled like strawberries, I couldn’t help it, beloved,” he said into your neck, tangling his legs with yours.

“Smells nice on you. And is that my hoodie?” You moved one hand to run your fingers through his hair.

“Maybe.”

“Pink’s a good color on you,” you remarked sarcastically.

Damian hummed in response, and shifted so that he could kiss you, with his arms on either side of your head. He gave you several short pecks on the lips. “Marry me,” he mumbled, his face hovering over yours.

“I’m not that insane,” you replied, smirking and moving your head up to give him another kiss.

“I’m serious,” he responded, but his phone started to ring. He moved one arm to pull it out of the pocket of his sweats. “It’s my father, beloved. I probably have to go,” he sighed.

“No,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Stay.”

“Beloved, I-” he stopped when he saw your pout. “Fine,” he muttered. “But what if it’s serious?”

“Promise me you’ll stay,” you begged, kissing him once again.

“Beloved, it is getting increasingly difficult to say no to you,” Damian said, furrowing his brow.

“I can make it worth your while,” you giggled, popping a strawberry into your mouth.

“You’re too good for this world, beloved,” he chuckled, then pressed his lips onto yours in a heated kiss.

His arms returned to either side of your head as the kiss grew more passionate. Your hands were on his chest, and the kiss broke for him to hastily pull off the pink sweatshirt and t-shirt.

Your position changed slightly, and now Damian’s knees were on either side of your hips, and he had your arms pinned above your head.

His lips were rough against yours and he kissed you fiercely.

You and Damian were both too preoccupied to hear the soft thunk coming from your fireplace.

It wasn’t until Bruce loudly cleared his throat that you both turned to look. There he was, in the full Batman suit.

Damian jerked off of the couch, landing on the floor. You heard a string of arabic cursing before he collected himself. “H-hello, father!” he exclaimed, looking absolutely mortified, his face almost as pink as the sweatshirt he’d been wearing. “It’s a bit early for you to be out, isn’t it?” Damian tried, attempting to avoid Bruce’s interrogation.

“Damian, would you like to explain to me why you elected not to report back to the cave after patrol last night?” Bruce questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. “And explain to me what this is,” he continued, gesturing to the two of you in your disheveled state.

You were practically petrified. Having your adoptive father-figure walk in on you and his son making out was not a comfortable situation.

“Father I am nineteen. I might remind you that I’m an adult,” Damian argued.

Bruce sighed, looking as if he was making a decision. “Fine,” he grumbled. “I’m too young to be having grandchildren,” he muttered to himself, making your face go bright red. In another instant, he was gone.

“I should probably go, beloved,” Damian reasoned, getting up and starting to change into his uniform.

“Yeah, I guess,” you admitted, sighing in defeat and standing up.

“I’ll be back later tonight after patrol,” he told you, walking over and taking your hands in his.

“Just do one last thing and kiss me,” you replied, smiling gently.

He nodded and kissed you softly. “Just so you know, beloved, I was serious about marrying you.”

And before you knew it he was out your window and off to save the world.

Milkshakes

Originally posted by ihclipse

Two requests in one. This is hot. Please enjoy, and try to keep yourself calm ;) Love you all. xx - L

You and Harry are friends with benefits.

Warnings: smut, smut, and smut

Word Count: 2,125

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punsbulletsandpointythings  asked:

Your myth retellings are gorgeous. Would you tell another please? Maybe something with Hermes?

Pandora is made from earth, shaped by the hands of Hephaestus and made in the image of his beloved wife. Aphrodite gifts her with grace and charisma. Athena teaches her to weave and bestows cleverness upon her.

She stands in front of Hermes, and the god frowns and touches her with a single fingertip on her chin, moving her head one way than the other. “They’ll eat you alive,” he says, and she doesn’t understand.

She tilts her head to the side and smiles a vacant smile. All of the cleverness in the world will do her no good without any context. “We are the same,” she says, pressing a hand to Hermes’s chest. She is made from earth and has the skin to mach. He is a celestial god, and his skin is the same rich shade of brown.

He did not ask to be born any more than his mother asked to bare him. His creation, just like hers, is at the whims of Zeus. All for some little lost fire, all because Prometheus wanted his people to be warm, and, well, he is the god of the thieves after all –

So he gifts her with deceit, with selfishness, with cunning. Her smile leaves her face all at once as she’s filled with self-awareness. “He’ll be angry with you,” she says, “I am not what you were supposed to make.”

“Gods have short memories,” he says, and doesn’t bother to hide the contempt in his voice. “Do not worry about me, gifted child. You have larger problems than my fate.”

He has turned her from something pure into – something more like him. Her face darkens even further as her perfectly crafted mind slots all the pieces together, and he can’t help but find her lovely. It’s how she was made, after all. “I can’t stop it, can I? Whatever they’re planning for me to do?”

“No,” Hermes says, “but now you might be able to survive it.”

“Will I want to?” she asks, and he doesn’t answer. She doesn’t expect him too.

~

She hides from everyone, lives in a cave at the edge of the city. The gods had called her the first woman, but that’s not true, she can see.

There are women. They smile and laugh have work roughened hands. She aches to join them, but she has the beauty of a goddess. They will know. If she joins them, they will know she is not of them, and it will set into motion whatever trap Zeus has planned.

She is not human, not in the same way, molded from clay by a god’s hands. But she is of humans, and not eager to bestow upon them the harm she’s destined to bring them. She bathes in streams where only nymphs reside, steals into the city in the cloak of night and pilfers from the baker’s trash.

“When they said they sent my brother a wife,” a low, amused voice says too close behind her one night, “I had not expected a begger.”

She whirls around, hard bread clenched tight in front of her, an incredibly inefficient shield. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees him, dark and tall and eyes like the night sky. He looks like Hermes. Like her. “Who are you?” she demands. They’re in an alley corner, and of her gifts flight is not among them. She’ll have to fight him to get away.

She’s not afraid of him. Maybe another mortal would be, cornered in the middle of the night by a man she doesn’t know. But she’s no normal mortal woman, and besides – he has something comforting about him, like the hearthfire attended by Hestia. Something warm.

“I am Prometheus,” says the man, and no wonder he reminds her of fire. “What do they call you?”

“You are meant to be in the deepest pits of Hades’s realm,” she snaps, and shifts her grip on the stale bread so that she can throw it at him. He’s the whole reason she’s here to begin with, him and his thievery.

He shrugs and walks closer to her, watching her like one would watch a wild animal. Good. Here, in this dark alley where no one would find a cooling body until morning, it is he that should be afraid. “Gods forget,” he says, “and Hades had grown cold in his place beneath the earth.”

She pauses, considers. “You stole fire for Hades?”

“No,” he corrects, “I stole fire for the people. But Hades benefited as well. Enough that he was willing to forget the terms of my punishment.”

“What do you want?” she asks for the second time. “Why are you here?”

He stops, too close to her, “The question is why are you here?”

She steps into his space now, following him as he backs away from her, “I am here because of you, fire-stealer, because gods may forget but they do not forgive, and I am the punishment they have unleashed upon the world.”

“What a punishment you are,” he says, looking at her lips, and she forgets to hate him only long enough to kiss him.

~

Hermes watches her, watches them. He doesn’t know Zeus’s plan, if this is part of it or not, but he watches her, and he worries. He thinks it is, he can see Aphrodite’s magic clinging to Pandora, but he doesn’t know why.

He would go to his mother, but she’s always difficult to find, Gaea preferring to live in streams and rivers rather than face the man she bore a son for. But his mother’s father, on the other hand, is always in the same place.

“Grandfather,” Hermes greets, touching lightly down onto the earth, “How are you?”

“How am I always, boy?” Atlas grunts out, legs and arms straining as he holds up the sky above the earth. “Tired.”

Hermes lips quirk up the corners. Some days, he thinks he’s more Atlas’s grandson than he’s Zeus’s son. “I need some advice, Grandfather.”

Atlas raises an eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

So Hermes tells him everything, from beginning to end, because he can’t figure out what his father’s plan is, but Atlas might. He’s known the man for longer, at least.

Atlas nods, slow, and says, “A bride of gods, a gifted child. I can think of only one reason to create such a child.” Hermes waits. Atlas sighs and says, “There is a jar, within Olympus, that becomes sealed when it leaves the realm of the gods. After that, only a being neither mortal nor celestial may open it.”

“What are they planning to put inside?” Hermes demands, heart spiking. What are they planning to unleash upon the unsuspecting earth?

His grandfather smirks, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is this – what are you going to put inside?”

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Brett Talbot x Werewolf!Reader

Requested by Anon 

Word count: 2 189 (ain’t even sorry man.)
Warnings: Sexual content, it’s SMUT got dammit!

Request: May I ask a kind of smutty imagine with Brett where the reader and him are both in heat. And they make out, trying to prove they aren’t in rut (but they actually are XD) ? And it ends with sex and possibly marking each other as mates by accident ?

A/N: Thank you for your request and god how I loved to write this. It’s been one of the most funniest thing to write and it feels like something Brett would do. xD


”So you’re telling me that you’re totally in control?” Brett whispers in your ear as he dip his nose in the crook of your neck. He inhale your intoxicating scent while stroking hos nose against your hot skin, letting his fingers slid down one of your bra straps down your shoulder, smirking when you turn around.

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Stress Relief (M)

video credits: sweaterpawsjimin

gif created by: Admin Smuttyfairy

Summary: When it’s been awhile since you’ve paid a visit to Mr. CEO Kim Taehyung’s office for help in his relief of stress. c;

Genre: saaa-mutttttt

Keywords: rough sex, dirty talk, begging, teasing, orgasm denial(ish)??, spanking c:

Word Count: 4028

Written by: Admin Smuttyfairy

A/N: I tried :D…anyway, I started on this last summer and completely forgot about it until I was scrolling through my google doc files. I started working on it again so here’s the finished product (again, i tried :D)!

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Stay With Me

Request: “Draco x reader. They have been dating since third year. Draco wants their first time to be perfect. Very fluffy but smutty too”

Summary: Emotions run wild when the first sign of abuse between Draco and his father appear. He wanted to leave immediately after, so you helped him do just that. When the two of  you arrived back in your dorm, Draco knew that he’d never let you go, whether his father wanted him to or not. You two talked, and it was the kind of talk that persuaded you to take action. Tonight was the night you would lose your virginity to Draco Malfoy, your one and only prince.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 3,898

Warnings: Smutty. ;)

A/N: This is the first imagine I have written in a long time on here and I’m so sorry for going incognito on all of you. I’ll try and get back on track soon, but for now, enjoy this. ;) love ya’ll! x

The room was silent, air tense and uncomfortable. It wasn’t the first time you had dinner at the Malfoy Manor, and it surely wasn’t the first time you had harsh insults about you from Lucius Malfoy, but the words never failed to send a pang to your chest every time you heard them.

You had met Draco your first year of Hogwarts, and to say you two hated each other was an understatement. Especially when you had been sorted into Gryffindor.

However, when third year rolled around, you and Draco had grown into a different type of relationship, one with large smiles and teasing remarks here and there. Draco had been the first one to express his emotions towards you by bringing you to the Astronomy Tower in the middle of night when he found you studying in the library. He had planted a soft kiss upon your lips unexpectedly, as you were about to speak.

From then on, you and Draco were inseparable. And Lucius Malfoy didn’t approve in the slightest.

“Father, please! It’s been two years-” Draco tried to defend you, but his father had interrupted him. slamming his hand on the table and silencing his son.

“How dare you talk back to me! I am your father, you listen to me!” Lucius had finally snapped, standing up and wrapping his hand around Draco’s throat. A scream erupted from both Narcissa’s and your mouth as Draco’s body was slammed against the wall.

“Lucius, don’t!” Narcissa screamed, trying to pry Lucius away from his son.

Knowing any words from you would just make the situation worse, you placed your hand on Draco’s shoulder to let him know you were there. He groaned and closed his eyes, his father’s fingers tightening unbearably around his esophagus. There was nothing you nor Draco’s mother could do. Lucius would let go when he wanted to let go.

Moments felt like hours until Lucius finally loosened his grip, Draco’s chest tightening as he took a huge gasp for air, immediately reaching for you. You immediately enveloped him in your arms, knowing something like this highly affected him already. He wanted to leave, you could sense it. So you sent Narcissa a small nod, avoiding Lucius completely, before making your way out of Malfoy Manor and into the cold night air.

“It’s okay, Draco. We’re leaving.” You whispered, caressing his cheek in comfort.

He nodded and watched as you pulled your wand out of your pocket. You waved it in the air, and immediately, you and Draco and had disapparated, reapperating in your dorm room. Draco looked around and spotted the bed, immediately ripping the covers off and snuggling underneath.

You furrowed your eyebrows, everything that just happened still processing in your mind, but you couldn’t completely subside the anger in your blood until you heard the broken crack in Draco’s voice as he called you over.

“Come here, love. Please…” He whispered, reaching out for your arm. He managed to get a hold of your elbow, just enough to pull you onto the bed with him.

You sighed, avoiding his gaze and cuddling into his chest.

“That wasn’t meant to happen.” You whispered. your voice wavering against your own will. All you could see was the fear in Draco’s eyes as his father began to get violent. It was utterly terrifying. “I was so scared of what he would do to you.”

Draco wound his arms around you, rubbing circles into your spine. It was relaxing, but the nerves in the pit of your stomach had not disappeared.

“It’s alright, Y/N. He wasn’t going to hurt me.”

You could tell he was lying by the sudden shake in his hand. You shook your head.

“He was. He was going to hurt you, and he would have done it because of me. Because even the slightest thought of me being there for you longer than he would like angered him so much that he would hurt you. And he would’ve done it because of me-”

“Nonsense!” Draco pulled away, looking into your eyes. “If he were to really hurt me, he would lay a hand on you, because nothing will hurt me more than losing the love of my life. Nothing would affect me more than having to bear the thought of living without you, without the only part of me that hasn’t been corrupted by blood and nightmares and destinies I never asked for. Me, right here, this is my destiny. Me, beside you. That… that is my destiny.”

Your lip began to quiver, his words reaching your heart in tons. You reached up to weave your fingers through his hair, pushing his head against yours and connecting your lips with his. It wasn’t the first time you and Draco kissed, and it surely would not be the last, but this kiss was different. This kiss was passionate, filled with love and desire and destiny all in one. You and Draco were meant for each other. Nothing would separate the two of you.

“Y/N.” Draco muttered against your lips as you had suddenly climbed atop of him, your hands moving down to the hem of his shirt.

You pulled away from him in question, furrowing your eyebrows. His thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his eyes showing nothing but concern.

“Before we get ahead of ourselves-” You already knew everything he was going to say, so you immediately cut him off.

“Don’t worry…” You whispered against his jaw, sucking softly onto the skin. Draco sighed at the feeling. “I want this.”

Draco’s eyes suddenly widened, and he pulled away and cupped your cheeks, looking straight into your eyes.

“This is big, Y/N.” You nodded, knowing what you were getting yourself into. But it was worth it. Draco was worth it.

“I know, Draco.” You averted your eyes, your hands going to the hem of his jeans.

Draco had other plans as he pushed your hands away and flipped you so you were lying under him, catching your attention and cupping your cheek.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly, placing his forehead against yours.

You gave him a small smile, the nerves in the pit of your stomach suddenly growing. But you were sure you wanted this. You wanted it more than anything in that moment, and nothing was going to stop you. Not even Draco’s father.

“Yes.”

That was all Draco needed before softly planting his lips onto yours, his hands flat beside your head to prevent his weight from crushing you. This kiss was more intense, hands roaming everywhere. You stopped at the belt buckle of his jeans, slightly hesitating, causing Draco to pull away.

Was this okay? Were you starting this off all wrong?

Draco noticed your eyes, and as if being able to read your mind, he whispered softly through the warm air in the room, “It’s okay, love. Keep going.”

You nodded, your hands fumbling with his belt. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even unbuckle it. Your cheeks began to burn as a soft chuckle escaped Draco’s lips, his hands covering yours and guiding you.

He looked back up at you as you got the hang of it, a loving smile on his lips. “Relax, Y/N. You know I’d never hurt you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know.” You insisted before finally pushing his jeans down, Draco helping by kicking them off to the side of the room.

Draco went back to peppering kisses upon your lips, his mouth roaming to your neck. His hands slid up to your waist, and he tugged on the bottom of your shirt, signalling that he wanted it off.

You took the hint, immediately sitting up and removing your shirt so that you were now just in your bra and skinny jeans. You rushed to get your jeans off, and Draco followed by removing his shirt. Draco smiled softly, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, not once ever looking anywhere else in fear of intimidating you. You noticed his actions and smiled comfortably.

He was so considerate and sweet, it was almost unbearable.  

You and Draco were now just in your undergarments, and Draco began to pepper kisses against your chest. You sighed, running your hands through his hair as he sucked on the skin right above your breasts.

Draco looked up at you, his eyes now a dark blue under the moonlight that peaked through the curtains of the room. Luckily you didn’t share a dorm with anyone, so you didn’t need to fear anyone walking in on you. Draco didn’t worry about a thing, just focusing on different ways to please you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your stomach, stamping dark blue marks into your skin, making sure they will be there in the morning to remind you of this night.

Your cheeks flushed as you heard the rasp in his voice, the endearing tone clogging your senses. His right hand slipped under your back, and you arched up from the bed so he could unclasp your bra. You let him remove the white, lacy bra from your chest, freeing your breasts. You were so glad you decided to wear nice lingerie tonight.

Draco groaned at the sight above him, removing his lips from your stomach. He moved up your body, his hands close to your breasts. He looked up at you in question.

“Go ahead, Draco. We’re not stopping now.” You urged him, placing your hands over his and setting them on your breasts. He took a minute to process what was happening before beginning to rub gently, your breath hitching in your throat. He massaged you for a bit before deciding to put his mouth to good use, his lips wrapping around your left nipple and suckling it into his mouth.++

A soft moan escaped your lips, your hands slamming against the bed and body arching into his touch. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound, twirling his tongue around your nipple and flicking softly. You gasped, gripping the bed sheets and squirming underneath him. Draco removed his hand from your right breast, replacing it with his mouth and repeating his attack.

Your breath began to quicken. If he was effecting you just by this, you could only wonder how you would feel when the real thing started.

“D-Draco.” You called, catching his attention, his mouth making a popping sound as he removed his lips from your breasts.

“I-Is this okay? Was I too harsh? D-Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head at him, bringing him to you and sharing a feverish kiss. He sighed against your mouth, his hands massaging your hips, rubbing gentle circles over the bones.

“I want more. I want it now.” You whispered, only slightly startling Draco by your words.

He pulled away from you, freezing. “A-Are you sure? I-I don’t wanna start something you might regret.”

You immediately shook your head, caressing his cheek and running your fingers through his hair. “I’d never regret this, Draco. I trust you more than anyone. Please?”

Draco eyed you for a moment, just in case he sensed any hesitation, but he found nothing. So he nodded, looking between your bodies.

“I-It’s gonna hurt… but I just want you to know that I’m here when it does, and that you can tell me to stop. Just say the word and I’ll stop everything. Okay? Can you promise me that?”

You smiled softly, nodding. “I promise, Draco.”

One last reassuring nod, and Draco’s fingers began slip under your panties. He stopped for a moment, looked up at you in question to which you assured him, and slipped them off and down your legs.

You were now completely bare in front of Draco, and his eyes twinkled in admiration. Slowly, he opened your legs and bit his lip at the sight of your already wet pussy. You noticed this and subconsciously closed your legs tightly, to which angered Draco.

“Don’t.” he insisted, pushing them apart again and rubbing circles on your inner thigh. You were utterly beautiful to Draco, and he didn’t want you hiding yourself from him. You didn’t have to, and he wanted you to know that.

He bent down to place a feather kiss upon your knee, slowly trailing up to where he was kissing your inner thigh. Your breath caught in your throat the closer he got to your core, and you waited in anticipation for when he finally did. But he never did, for his kisses completely passed exactly where you needed him to your other thigh.

“D-Draco. Don’t be such an arse. Either give me what I want, or stop playing and let’s get to business.” You demanded, threading your fingers through his hair as you felt him smirk against your skin.

“Anything to make you happy, princess.” Draco chuckled before finally placing his lips against your core.

You gasped loudly, tightening your grip in his hair and squirming. He placed a hand over your stomach to hold you down as his tongue began to assault you, tracing figure eights against your clit.

“F-Fuck!” You yelped as he traced his tongue between your folds, his thumb replacing his mouth over your clit, putting pressure there.

You could already feel the pit of your stomach tightening, but it was too soon. Too, too soon. It couldn’t happen just yet, you needed to hang in there.

But it felt so good.

“Love.” Draco called for you, calling for your attention. You looked down, watching him do things you’d never think could feel so good.

Which is exactly why you groaned in frustration when Draco removed his mouth from your pussy, slowly licking his lips.

“W-What is it, Draco?” You stuttered, hardly able to concentrate on your words, but you somehow managed to get a full sentence out.

“I-I can do something else. S-Something that will really pleasure you, but it might hurt and feel odd at first. I need your permission. I won’t do it if you don’t feel comfortable with it.”

You already had a feeling for what he was talking about, and your stomach tightened even more in anticipation. You nodded quickly, wanting to experience the whole package.

Draco took your nod as a yes, and reconnected his mouth with your clit, causing a harsh gasp to escape your lips. The hand that was massaging your clit just moments before moved from above your body to between your legs.

Draco placed a quick kiss on your inner thigh before going back to your pussy and gently tracing your hole with his index finger.

You hissed, digging your hands in the sheets. Incoherent words escaped your lips as Draco began to push his index finger into you, and you threw your head back in pleasure.

Loud moans escaped your lips, and you thank the Lord the walls at Hogwarts were as thick as the wall of China in that moment.

Draco watched as your body arched off the bed, his briefs tightening against his dick uncomfortably. He needed some kind of pressure as he curled his finger into your g-stop and a scream belted from your throat, so he began to grind his hips into the bed.

A moan echoed from his throat, sending vibrations against your core, your breath catching in your throat and your grip tightening on the sheets.

You looked down to see Draco grinding against the bed, and you reached to tap his head, signaling him to stop.

He pulled away from you with a pop, slowly removing his finger from you and locking it clean.

“Come here.” You commanded, grabbing his chin and giving him a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. You moaned against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist and rotating your hips.

Draco instantly groaned, his mouth dropping open at the action. You might have been a virgin, but you were highly skilled in rotating your hips. Draco knew that when he first saw you dance at the winter ball earlier on in the year.

But he never knew you’d be this good.

His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his lips peppering hickey’s upon hickey’s on the skin as you continued to rub your bare core against him.

You could feel him harden almost immediately, and you smiled triumphantly as you listened to the groans that his escaped his mouth every time you managed to rub yourself against him.

“Y-Y/N… Bloody hell.” He moaned, grinding his hips against yours roughly.

You ran your hand through his hair and pulled, igniting a growl from the back of his throat. You the your head back at the sound, giving Draco more access to your neck.

“Fuck it.” He said before pulling away and removing his briefs, his dick springing out and slapping against his stomach, obviously aching. “I can’t take this anymore.”

You gulped at the size of him. You knew Draco had a good size to him, but the real thing was completely shocking.

Would he even fit inside you?

Draco noticed the questionable stare, and he pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, making you look him in the eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, my love. We can stop here, if you’d like.” His accent was thick and raspy, definitely a turn on.

You looked back down at his dick, noticing the dark pink color, a bit of precum leaking from the tip. It looked as if he was almost in pain. You couldn’t leave him like that. And besides… You wanted this.

“No.” You said firmly, wrapping your legs back around him, his dick slapping against your thigh, causing you to gasp lightly.

Draco smiled. You were just so cute.

“I want this, and I know you want it too. So let’s do it.” You said before wounding your arms around his neck, nerves coursing through your veins.

Draco’s deep-sea blue orbs bored into yours before he nodded softly, placing a kiss on your temple.

“Give me your hands.” He held his weight above you by his elbows, opening his hands for you.

You furrowed your eyebrows, but obeyed him, intertwining your fingers with his before he pushed your hands against the bed and steadied himself above you.

“Now, this is gonna feel painful at first, but I need you to trust me. Now more than anything. But when you start feeling pain, just squeeze my hands, okay, Love? As hard as you need to, just squeeze. I promise I’ll try not to hurt you.”

Your eyes burned already. He cared so much for you, he always did from the moment you two met, but you never knew just how much until now.

This was a very special moment, a moment you won’t ever forget for the rest of your life. And you were finally ready to accept it.

“I love you, Draco.” You whispered, your voice wavering and a tear slipping down your cheek.

Draco immediately wiped away the tear, a smile making its way upon his lips.

“I love you so much, my love. More than anything.” He pecked your lips a few times before adjusting himself against your hole.

You felt him rub against you, shifting underneath his weight.

“Ready?” Draco whispers against your ear, placing soft kisses beneath your earlobe.

You nodded against him, your voice already fighting against you. But Draco knew what you meant, so he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

Instantly, you winced and cried against his shoulder, your fingers tightening around his hands. The pain was excruciating, almost highly unbearable.

Draco was afraid to move as he felt a wetness upon his cheek, knowing you were crying. Slight whimpers escaped your mouth and his heart broke at the sound.

“M-Maybe I should-” Draco began to pull out, but you winced and stopped him.

“N-No! Stop! Just- Just move. Please!” You begged, digging your nails into Draco’s knuckles as he began to thrust slowly in and out of you.

He was afraid to fully remove himself from your core, but sooner or later, the pain subsided and turned into pleasure. Your cries of pain were now soft cries of pleasure as Draco thrusted softly, still fearing that if he went any faster, he might hurt you.

“Draco…” You removed one of your hands from his, placing it on his back and squeezing. “F-Faster. Please.”

Draco obliged to you commands, creating a steady pace inside of you, hitting a certain spot every time that made your roll your eyes to the back of your head.

You dug your nails into his back and dragged your hand down, leaving like red scratch marks against his pale, milky skin. Draco grunted, snapping his hips faster.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good.” Draco moaned, placing his lips upon yours and sharing a rough kiss. “So, so good.” he mumbled against your mouth.

You moaned into his mouth, gasping when a sudden snap of his hips hit a spot that made your legs go weak. He had found your g-spot, and continued to create the same movements, watching as you screamed and the your head back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Sweat began to coat both of your body’s and the only sounds in the room were the slapping of skin, both of your moans, and the creaking of the bed.

Pressure began to build in the pit of your stomach again, and you knew you were close to orgasming. You dragged your nails against Draco’s back once more before trying to create a coherent sentence.

“D-Draco- OH! Fuck, I’m so close!” Draco’s hips snapped faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you, and you knew he was close to finishing too.

“I know, my love. Me too. Come with me, Y/N.” Draco suddenly slipped his hands between your bodies, placing his thumb over your clit and putting pressure.

He rubbed in fast circles, and you screamed, arching your back off of the bed, your orgasming hitting you like a pile of bricks. The sensation of you clenching your walls around Draco’s member sent him over the edge, his dick pulsing once more before he emptied his load inside of you.

You both rode out your highs, Draco thrusting lazily inside of you before slowly pulling out, causing you to wince.

He plopped down beside you on the bed, completely exhausted. You turned to your side, slightly wincing at the pain between your legs, and faced Draco, noticing a lazy smile on his lips.

“What is it?” You asked, tracing your finger over his chest.

A deep chuckle resonated from his chest, the sound vibrating against your ear as you placed your head upon his chest.

You listened to his heart beat before hearing him whisper something.

His voice sounded light, but his words held a deeper meaning. He knew a storm was brewing and he just needed to be reassured of one thing before the storm finally arrived.

“I love you, Y/N. More than anything. And whatever happens… just promise me you’ll stay with me. Promise me you’ll stay with me and never give up on me. Can you promise me that, my love?”

You nodded against his chest, a lazy smile on your lips.  “Always, Draco.”

Bless me - Sirius Black x Reader (smutty)


Requests
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1. Hi, could I request a young Sirius black imagine where it’s like legit just not the reader and Sirius week? Basically, the two are just horny all week but every time they get intimate someone walks in and ruins it throughout the week. I loveeeee your blog sooo much. Much love ❤️
2.  a fic with Sirius and pet names bc I 100% feel like Sirius would call his s/o baby girl and love.. so could you do something where he’s always calling her everything other than her name and reader is like why do you call me that… idk shitty plot I just randomly came up but feel free to do something completely different but Sirius black would definitely call his girlfriend babe, baby, baby girl,   love. thanks dude
Warnings: My English, swearing and smutty(yes, yes I’m a sinner, let’s sin together). Also… listen to this
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Monday.

The week had started rather great. You had woken up in your boyfriend’s arms. Even though you wanted something better than breakfast, you knew that you had to get of bed and go back to your room in order to change. You gave a silent promise to yourself that you would resume those thoughts later. However, reality had a different plan.
It had begun really subtly that you couldn’t have guessed where it would’ve ended. 
“Hello, bonbon”. You wanted to laugh at the ridiculous nickname Sirius had given you, but you suppressed the urge and smiled instead, pecking his lips. 
“Please, guys. It’s breakfast” James teased you pretending to throw up. You just rolled your eyes and sat down next to Sirius.
The guys got engaged in a Quidditch-related conversation. You, however, couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Biting your lip, you reached for your coffee with your left hand while you slipped your right hand to Sirius’s thighs. Simply resting near his knee. It was something that you did most of the time, so it wasn’t really provocative. Seemingly unconsciously, your hand was slowly making its way up while you started talking with Lily and Mary about Alice’s date with Frank. You felt him stiffening a bit. With the corner of your eye, you saw him raising a questioning eyebrow. You pretended that you had no idea he was looking at you waiting for an answer. When your hand was close to where you wanted it to be, you removed it abruptly, brushing your fingers over his forming bulge. 
He grabbed your wrist, making you turn to face him. You looked at him all too innocent and batted your eyelashes couple of times, while your eyes were wide and confused. Yeah, right. 
“What are you doing, doll?” he whispered into your ear quite raspy, letting go of your hand.  You furrowed your eyebrows bewildered. What could he possibly mean? It’s not like you wanted to turn him on…
“What am I doing, honey?” you asked feigning ignorance. You purposely pressed your palm against his- oh, he was hard already you thought, mentally smirking. You sent him a wink and got up quickly.
“Guys, I forgot my textbook in your room yesterday. I’ll go get it; catch up with you later” you said abashed and walked out of the Great Hall, almost running. 

Five minutes later, you were pinned down to his bed with him, hovering above you, his lips leaving bruises on your neck and his hands trying to remove your shirt. You had wrapped your legs around his body and you were already roaming his -now- naked torso with your hands. You were going to miss your first class but you really, really didn’t care. Again, reality had a different plan.
“OH MY MERLIN, GUYS!”. An outraged Remus had walked in on you. You instantly broke apart. You tried to pull yourself together while Sirius was buttoning up his shirt.
“Just… get yourselves to class” Remus said scoffing. Great.





Tuesday

You hadn’t been given the chance to finish what you had started last night. That was why you had woken up with an unpleasant feeling building up between your legs. You had dragged yourself- okay, Lily had dragged your arse- all the way to the Great Hall for breakfast but you couldn’t focus on anything else.
“Kitten” someone whispered to you. If you hadn’t dreamt about his voice so many times, maybe you wouldn’t have known who it was.
“Why do you call me that? All the… pet names?” you asked him, voice lowering when you said a certain word. He just smirked and leaned down to your lips. But that little shit never kissed you. He just stayed there, smirking like Casanova, ghosting your mouth and then… gone. He knew exactly what to do to make you want more. But so did you.
All the way to Potions, you were swaying your hips a bit more, just a tad really. You were playing with a strand, swirling it around your index finger and batting your eyelashes couple of times more than it was necessary. Little things that you knew would drive him crazy. 
When you reached Slughorn’s classroom- the dungeon, really- you quickly sat down next to James and not Sirius. You just winked at your boyfriend, leaving them both puzzled. Sirius took a seat across the classroom, next to Lily. If he thought that he would win the jealousy game, he thought wrong. 
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” James teased you, wiggling his eyebrows. You leaned closer, your lips almost touching his, right before you moved your mouth near his ear, whispering your newly concocted plan. You were sure he would anything to gain Lily’s attention-and jealousy if possible.You knew that Lily liked him but she would never make a move on her own. So, she needed a gentle push. And you were about to kill two birds with one stone. 
You two were sitting way too close to each other and touching as much as possible. He had his arm wrapped around your waist and you were resting your head on his shoulder. You could see how jealous Lily was when James called you candy. You could also see Sirius fuming and you loved it because you knew how that rage would be interpreted once you two were alone. 

It was safe to say that your predictions turned out to be extremely precise.
You were trapped between his hands in just your lingerie, your arms pinned above you, tied together with his tie.
“Flirting with my best mate, sugar?” he husked. You wanted to touch him, so you made an attempt to lower your hands but he just pinned them above your head and against the wall again. 
“Not so fast baby girl. Not so fast” he reprimanded you, his lips ghosting over yours. He kissed you feverishly as he grabbed your thighs, wrapping your legs around him as he pressed you harder against the wall. He slowly guided your legs all the way up to his shoulders. Your breath was shallow. He was about to go down on you when-
“I GOT A DATE-OH SWEET LORD”. You blushed madly and left frustrated. 
“James Fleamont Potter, you are a dead man” you hissed at him once Sirius had placed you down to the ground and undone his tie. He just smirked at the sight of you in just lacy underwears.
“Prongs!”.


Wednesday

 It was so damn frustrating. Three days now you were horny and needy and so turned on all the time. Also, three days now you got interrupted every time you two were intimate. Remus, James and today was Peter’s turn. You should have known.  
You had confessed that the pet names he was giving you had done exactly what he wanted. While you were eating lunch. So, naturally, he was done being discrete because he was living the same hell as you. He just grabbed you and dragged you all the way to his room, without giving a flying fuck about the weird glances people were giving you.
This time he was the one in need. You closed the door behind you and placed your hands on his torso, pushing him backwards, forcing him to sit down on the edge of his bed. You smiled at him sultrily and straddled him, capturing his lips at the same time as your hands made their way to the zipper of his pants. He groaned as you palmed him through his underwear. His mouth was on your neck, biting your sensitive skin. You stood up. You knew how much he got turned on by what was about to follow. 
You pushed his underwear down along with his pants. He had already removed his shirt. You decided to prolong his satisfaction a bit. You slowly undid your shirt, slightly pushing it off of your body. You stepped out of your skirt in an extremely teasing way.  
”Merlin, baby” he said breathlessly. You smirked.
”Wrong name… daddy” you husked, knowing exactly what you were doing.
You fell on your knees in front of him. You saw his cock twitching at the mere sight of you. You lowered your head, caressing his thighs and took him in your mouth. Well, almost. 
A faint cough was heard and you simply froze. You looked at your boyfriend who was in a very hard place. Literally. 
“I was-I just. I’m gonna go” Peter stuttered, blushing uncontrollably before he left. Another ruined day.



Thursday

You would explode. You could really explode. You were constantly horny and soaking wet. Something he knew because he was constantly horny and hard. You knew that he would never hear the end of it. His friends made sure of that. They were teasing you all day long. A dirty joke, a suggestive comment, a desperate sound. It didn’t matter. You were on the edge. All week long. Every single of his touches left you panting. Even his hand on yours. Hell, even his voice, his eyes, his lips. God, you needed him. 
Unfortunately, you had to study. You had an essay due tomorrow and you weren’t about to start failing classes because you wanted sex. Craved, more accurately. But still. You had your priorities straightened. Or so you thought. 
You were in your room, sitting on your bed, writing that damn essay while reading more information as you went on. 
Lily walked in, a happy smile plastered on her face. Oh, right. The date.
“How did it go?” you asked her, not being able to concentrate anymore. 
“It was… nice” she said but her grin was saying much more. She sat down, next to you. Before she could continue the door opened, revealing two annoyed boys, one lovestrucked and one… in the same state with you. 
“Hiii” James greeted like in a haze. He was grinning like a mad man. Lily blushed. You rolled your eyes at them. 
“Dinner anyone?” you suggested. You were getting wild thought again and gave a very pointed look at Sirius, signaling him to wait. 
Everyone nodded in agreement and made their way outside.
“Aren’t you coming?” Lily questioned you puzzled. You were. In more ways than one.
“I need to finish off with the essay. It’s just a line more. I’ll be right there” you said confidently. 
“I’ll wait here, Lily. You know… to make sure she will come” Sirius said. You felt your heat dripping. Lily, not knowing what was the true meaning behind his words, smiled and nodded before she left you alone. 
You just waited for a while. He didn’t make a move. Great. 
You started working on your essay again but before you could realize what was happening, your essay was nowhere to be found, you were laying on the bed and he was gripping your ass. This time it was rougher. He kissed you hungrily and moved his hands to the hem of your panties. Not caring about the rest of your clothes, you slightly lifted your ass giving him permission to remove them. And he did.
“You are dripping, angel” he stuttered. You had to breathe slowly and carefully, otherwise, you would cum only by his remarks. 
He dived in. His tongue was like this heaven-sent blessing. You head fell back and your hands flew to his hair. He loved it when you were gently (or not) pulling his hair. 
“You said one lin- OH MY EYES!”. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Really? For the love of God! Now Lily had walked in on you. You felt the urge to scream.
“GET OUT” you hissed at her and she did. But your mood wasn’t the same. You needed the release but you were pissed and that was never a good combination.
Without a word, you simply got cleaned up and dressed, sending Sirus an apologizing glance, and got out. 


Friday

You had had enough! You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You walked into his room. More like, staggered in. No one. Fuck.
And then you heard it. Water. Someone was taking a shower. You prayed to Merlin, to cosmos, to karma, to be Sirius. You slowly opened the door and crept inside. 
“Baby?” you questioned, hoping that he would answer and not one of the other guys.
“Ninja? Is that you?”. He was in the shower, behind the curtain. You really, really wanted to rip that thing open. 
“No more Wonder Woman?” you teased. It was just your thing. Pet naming. They turned you on. Both of you. Not that you needed them right now. 
He let out a laugh but something seemed off.
“Is everything alright, love?”. You were genuinely worried. You could see his silhouette. Oh, Lord. That ass. You bit down your lip to stop yourself from groaning.
“Um.. to be honest, I wanted to take care of something” he said truthfully yet uneased. You had to contain yourself in order not to lose it. You closed your eyes momentarily and opened them again. You stripped off of your clothes and simply opened up the curtain, revealing a sinful sight.. You were hosting a party in Hell and you were gonna love it. You stepped inside, getting wet-and not just by the water. You cupped his face and kissed him. 
As if on cue, three figures walked in on you. AGAIN. Their eyes went wide. But you didn’t stop devouring him. You wouldn’t.
“It’s called voyeurism” you said between your kisses, extremely nonchalant. 
“We are not stopping. So either get out or enjoy the show” Sirius added and he placed his mouth on your neck, his hands roaming your naked body. At this point, you coudln’t care less if they saw you. They had seen you in many compromising positions all week long. You threw back your head and a loud moan escaped your mouth. He groaned, stiffening slightly at how hard he got. His body pressed against your felt like heaven-or hell. Can you bless me? you thought. Like you would kneel in front of him. You weren’t about to stop. And they got it. 

They left. FINALLY. 





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burningocean  asked:

Top 5 Soukoku moments ? 😎

Hi Ann, look at what you’ve done. Thank you for the pain. 

1. “I used Corruption because I trusted you”. All this scene is sort of heartbreaking. Chuuya trusts Dazai so much it physically pains me. He hasn’t used Corruption in FOUR YEARS, and then Dazai comes and says “let’s do it like the old times” / “yes, why not, I’ll just put my life in your hands like I did countless of times despite the fact that you betrayed me and I haven’t heard from you in FOUR FRIGGING YEARS and I could literally die in front of your eyes”. WHO DOES THAT????????? Chuuya Nakahara, apparently. That being said, I can’t believe my favorite skk moment is also the moment that makes me raging THE MOST. Of course I’m still outrageously bitter because Dazai literally called him partner, folded his clothes (yes, I’m bringing back the vintage receipts here), washed his face from the blood and then…left him there??? WHAT THE FUCK DAZAI???

2. When they pull the power couple aesthetic. When they actually work together as a team, they are mesmerizing to watch. You can see that the roots of their partnership are still there, that they know each other so much that sometimes they don’t even need words to communicate. They are not Soukoku for nothing, after all. 

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3. When Chuuya fake killed Dazai (aka, Soukoku in a nutshell). Ah this is such a powerful moment, the cherry on top of a scene where Dazai did everything he could to push Chuuya on the verge of murder, just to see him almost doing it. I can’t help but think how liberating this gesture must have been for Chuuya, he finally let out a little bit of his frustration (that’s why he was there in the first place. After four years he’s still bugged by him, he still wants some sort of revenge, he still needs a closure Dazai is not willing to give him). But that’s it. You can say you’ll kill him all you want, my little Chuuya, but will you really? I don’t think so, because you care and love him so much it’s almost painful to watch. And if you, Dazai, could stop toying with him every chance you get, I’d really appreciate it. Thank you very much.

4. Every time Dazai reminds Chuuya that he knows everything about him. Tell us more about those moves and those thrusts Dazai, we’re all ears. 

5. DORKS. First of all, I want Dazai saying “CHUUUYAAAAAA” as the sound people hear passing next to my grave. Second. I feel so robbed because in the manga Dazai actually laugh his ass off at Chuuya’s “little rich girl” impression. 

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- bonus: all the official art involving them is a blessing sent from the gods, I think that Bones ships them as much as we do if not more (remember the park date one? HONESTLY). But there’s one that has has a special place in my heart:

LISTEN. L I S T E N. I could talk about this art literally for two days straight because ??? You can try to convince me all you want, but this is made to be somehow romantic. Look at the way Dazai is tilting his chin up, it looks like he’s waiting for a kiss. And Chuuya is looking in our direction but if he was to look down he’ll be right above Dazai’s lips and ???? WHAT THE FUCK??? Not to mention what’s probably the most fucked up thing here that is THE FLOWERS. It’s a Camellia Japonica, or Japanese Quince, and they are the symbol of love, temptation, passion and deep desire. That’s it y’all. I’m out. I don’t even know what to say anymore. Soukoku might not be canon, but sure as hell they are baiting it…a lot. 

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Forehead Kisses - Newt Scamander Imagines.

I love forehead kisses like. There are so many forehead kisses? FOREHEAD KISSES WITH NEWT WOULD LITERALLY KILL ME. I feel like he’s a Forehead kiss sort of guy.

  • “I won’t be too long.” Newt’s voice was on the lighter side this morning, almost as if the way the sun peaked into the room gave him a complete and utter sense of tranquility. Giving a rather warm peck to your forehead, he tucks back some of your hair before resting his case on the ground and opening it. It’s a fluid action, and he moves rather smoothly and you found yourself almost fixated on the way his hands moved around his case. Skillful action, he’s done it a thousand times, maybe even more. Attention is drawn back to his entirety as he takes a step into the case. He looks back at you momentarily, his eyes locking with yours.
    Lets his gaze linger on you for a few seconds more before disappearing into the case you felt your breathing regulate. Moments like that, with a sort of eclectic rush and painted movement given by Newt always left you breathless.
    • An equivalent to the forehead kiss of “I’m late for work, kiss for you, and out the door”.
    • A lot easier than saying “bye”, something Newt doesn’t particularly enjoy. Goodbye’s, whether long term or short term, are goodbye nonetheless.
  • Instances where the two of you are sharing a bed, or simply cuddling there is a lot of embracing one another. He’ll tuck some of your hair away from your face, gazing down at you. From the position he’s in, he can’t clearly see your expression but given the chance to guess, Newt figured you were content in his arms. Craning his head down, he kisses the side of your head and presses his face into your hair. His skin tickles yours. Newt senses you smile before it turned into a soft chuckle. He holds you tighter, but not uncomfortably so. There’s something tender and warm about holding another person so close, about feeling their heart beating under your fingertips. It’s a raw sensation, stripped to the very center of the emotion running wild in both your minds.
  • Occasions where you feel completely helpless and find yourself leaning against his body in search of some sort of security. He smells like his case. Not awful, but more homely and more nurturing than anything else. A sublime mixture of tea, herbal medicine and strangely enough, fresh dirt from a far away in the countryside. The sudden defenselessness you were exhibiting set off alarms in his mind, and with feathery movement, Newt wraps his arms around you. Your knees finally give way after finding support and your face digs itself further into his peacock colored jacket. You smelt something else now, something that always helped you calm down. Newt had a certain scent that you hadn’t been able to describe, and the closest you came to describing it was as ‘A farm in the early morning. It’s quiet, there’s work to be done, and there’s only so much time in the day to get it done.’ You know it’s not a smell, but there’s almost a distant memory associated with it.

    Unbeknownst to you, Newt is feeling equally as helpless at the moment. You’re in his arms, crumbling so it seems and he’s no way of telling why you’re so melancholy. He takes a deep breath in and does what he thinks it right, a sort of instinct he always possessed. Kissing your hairline ever so gently, he spoke in a soothing tone, “It’s alright, I’ve got you…” He knows you’ll talk to him when you’re ready to be heard. But for right now, this was what you needed.
  • Newt having different sort of forehead kisses. The kind that aren’t completely center, and lean more towards the right or left. Usually happens when he’s in a hurry and leaves you with an unexpected forehead peck.
    • Kisses directly above your eyebrow. You’re both laying down, the sun hasn’t even risen yet and there’s almost a dreary sense of doom impending because you do not want to get out of the warm bed. Newt has only been awake for a couple minutes, still trying to process waking up. He knows you’re beside him. Without opening his eyes, he leans over and puckers his lips. The kiss hands directly above your right eyebrow. His lips curl against your skin as he pulls you closer. A few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
      • Kisses that land more on the side of your head. A mindless, affectionate action. Happens with he’s not paying complete attention and his mind is somewhere else.
  • Attentive forehead kisses. Newt’s fingers are cupped on your jawline to keep you in place. His beautiful green eyes are staring right into yours. In the lighting, you can see his pupils dilating, you could almost count the freckles that lined his cheeks, and you could see the different colors swirling in his eyes. They weren’t completely green and seemed to hold hues of yellow and maybe even gold. Newt’s that close to you. Biting his bottom lip, he seems to be contemplating what to do before bending your head down slightly and craning his down to give you a gentle kiss to your forehead. The motion says, “I love you, you know that.“
    You raise your hands to place them on his before stepping forward. You kiss him gently, lips pressing in the slightest to tell him that you love him too.

I expected to write more but darn these are actually pretty long lmao. Thank you for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! Stay tuned for more Newt Scamander + other FBAWTFT fics!

Bend Your Knees

When you’re too hype for boatsex to wait for smut fest … how episode 6 could’ve went down. (This is part 1/3)

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Warning: Smut ( lots and lots of it but hey)

Preview: 

“My Queen, if I may …”

She nodded her head and their lips met tentatively. They parted again, a centimeter of space between them. Their eyes met; and in a heartbeat they we kissing again, now with Jon’s hand cupping her cheek, pulling her closer.

In his mind he was still riding for the wall. Uncle Benjen’s horse was endlessly galloping below him, his body shivering all the while. When he finally woke he was sure he was dead.

His eyes fluttered open and his vision slowly came to focus. The silver hair of the dragon queen shown bright in the sun peering in from the window. Her face was solemn; eyes glossy. 

He didn’t feel as if he was riding anymore. Suddenly the world was painfully still. Looking up at her from the furs he remembered. 

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m so sorry.”

Dany shook her head. Somehow he felt the pain of it. He could see the vision floating behind her eyes, her child speared in mid flight only to crash and sink under the same icy water he crawled out of earlier. He took her hand in his on impulse.

“I wish I could take it back. I wish we’d never gone,” Jon said.

She shook her head again, blinking tears away. “I don’t … if we hadn’t gone I wouldn’t have seen. You have to see it to know.” 

She could see it so clearly still. The night king and his spear, the others closing in on all sides, Viseron falling … Jon falling. “Now I know,” she said.

She had sat there for hours waiting for him to wake, and now she had run out of words. He was staring up at her longingly. Just as Tyrion said he would. Only now, he didn’t look little as she said before. 

His body stretched out on the furs below her, his scars decorated his muscles. His dark eyes were deeper than she had ever seen. 

She had to pull herself out of them. Back to reality. 

“The dragons are my children. They’re the only children I’ll ever have. Do you understand?”

Jon bowed his eyes to where their hands met in the furs. Her skin was suddenly warmer against his. He nodded and looked back up to meet her violet eyes; resisting the urge to pull her closer. 

“We are going to destroy the Night King and his army. We’ll do it together. You have my word.”

I want more of you than your word, Jon thought secretly. He gulped that thought back. “Thank you, Dany.”

“Dany…” she breathed. “Who was the last person who called me that? I’m not sure, was it my brother? Not the company you want to keep.” 

“Alright, not Dany,” Jon said. “How about my Queen? I’d bend the knee but …”

“What of those who swore allegiance to you?” 

“They’ll come to see you for what you are.”

Dany’s breath caught in her throat. Somehow his word meant more than any others who had bowed before her. “I hope I deserve it.” 

“You do,” Jon said. 

Suddenly Dany became even more aware of his eyes bearing into hers. In truth she wanted to dive into them, memorize ever glint of dark color in them with their foreheads pressed together, her legs straddling his sides … 

She snapped of it. Her eyes shied away and she tried to slide her hand free from his but Jon ever so slightly pulled back. 

Their eyes met again and she understood. He was thinking the same way. But she knew she shouldn’t. 

Jon rustled beneath the furs. Suddenly Dany was seated at the edge of her chair. Jon sat up slowly until their faces were inches apart. 

Dany closed her eyes. Her lips parted ever so slightly. She could feel the heat of his breath against her lips. Her chest rose with hers, ever so slightly brushing against his bare skin. She waited for his lips to meet hers, ever muscle in her body clenching in anticipation. 

“My Queen, if I may …” 

She nodded her head and their lips met tentatively. They parted again, a centimeter of space between them. Their eyes met; and in a heartbeat they were kissing again, now with Jon’s hand cupping her cheek, pulling her closer. 

Their tongues danced like dragons in the sky. Her hands grazed his chest, fingertips gliding lightly over the scared tissue. Jon’s lips traveled to her neck sucking at the skin that was exposed there. Before she could stop herself she was gasping, her fingers entwining in his curls.

As Jon flicked his tongue across her silky skin he realized they were not nearly close enough for his liking. He wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her off the edge of her chair and easing her gently onto his lap. 

He kissed down to the base of her neck, feeling himself swell beneath her as she gasped, face tilting up to the ceiling. With the urge to kiss her more he reached up to unbuttoning her fierce black coat. He lifted it off her shoulders and down her arms until it lay at the foot of the bed.

She looked smaller without the coat, softer even. A black dress still covered her from the chest down, laced tightly at her back. Dany’s hands fell to his chest, her palms pushing flat against it as she guided his body back down against the furs. 

Her legs straddled his hips now and she could feel his hardness growing beneath the furs. She ground her hips back against his just enough so he could feel her heat pressing against him through the furs.

Her black silk dress still flowed around her legs and squeezed her chest. As she leaned forward she kissed him with ferocity. 

Jon pressed his lips hard against the heat of hers, all the while the subtle grind of her hips driving him close to insanity. The Queen knew what she was doing, but so did he. 

 His hands, which had settled around her thighs moved down to pry at her ass, gripping the skin and then releasing. He followed the rhythm of her hips. 

In response, Dany reached behind her, pulling at the lace of her dress, loosening them until the cloth fell away from her pale chest and pink peaks, taught with excitement. The silk sank only to her hips, covering wetness that was pooling where her legs met. 

Jon drank her in with his eyes and almost immediately began to kiss her nipples, his mouth toying with one and his thumb another. As he released the one in his mouth with a pop Dany let out a whimper, moaning and throwing her eyes to the wooden ceiling of the rocking boat. Her silver hair shook around her.

Jon looked up at her figure and couldn’t stand it anymore. He backed up on the bed, lifting her hips with his palms. He shimmied the black dress away from Dany’s hips and off her body until she was bare in front of him. 

“gods,” he whispered, the word slipping from his mouth. Dany was staring down at him, her silver hair cascading down her chest and back. 

She leaned down to kiss him again but Jon backed away with other intentions. Possibilities danced through his head. He lied back down on the furs, propping his head up on the pillow. 

Dany began to push the furs back to reveal his length, ready to ride the wolf. But Jon pushed her hands away. 

“I want to kiss you more.”

“Jon, I …” Daenerys’ heat was burning with an intensity. She needed more. 

Jon wrapped her hands around her thighs again and began to pull her closer. He guided her forward until Dany’s cunt hovered over the top of his chest. The Queen looked down at him, confused. Jon said nothing to help her understand, just lifted her up so her knees lay at either side of her head, until he was staring up at her dripping cunt.

“Bend your knees my Queen.” 

Dany had not been confused in bed for a long time, but he trusted the wolf. She obeyed, lowering her heat down until it sat right above his lips. She peered down at his dark eyes, checking to see if this is where he wants her. 

Jon kept her eye contact and blew a hot breath across her wet cunt. Dany shivered. He nipped at her inner thighs with his teeth, reminding her again of the wolf he was.

Lust swam in his eyes and heat trickled through his veins. He longed to kiss her there. He dipped his head and licked upward, lapping up her juices. 

Jon’s beard tickled her skin and Dany stifled a scream as he swirled his tongue around her clit. Her hips bucked. She leaned a hand on the wooden wall for support. No one had kissed her like this before. Not there. 

She lowered herself back down for more.

Jon’s tongue dipped inside her and Dany felt pressure building. He kissed her inside and out until she was moaning and biting her lip to stop from screaming out. 

“Jon …” she pleaded.

Jon felt her muscles clamp and held onto her thighs. He supported her above him, guiding her up and down his face so he could devour her like a wolf does his prey. He buried his face in her warmth, humming all the while. His tongue swirled inside her, his nose nudged her clit.

When she moaned his name again he knew she was close. He flicked her most sensitive spot with his tongue until he felt her legs begin to quake. 

Dany was just at the edge, her toes curling, pressing into Jon’s shoulders. She didn’t know whether to beg for more or clamp her thighs around his head until she came. But before she could decide he stopped. 

Dany raised herself up on her knees again, still leaning on the wall for support. Jon helped her climb back down the bed until her eyes hovered over his again.

She gripped his face and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, feeling where her wetness had dampened his beard. 

She opened her mouth to ask where he had learned such a trick but only managed to huff out a breath, stuffing her face in his neck so she could kiss him there. 

Jon let out a small huff of a laugh and she could feel him smirking, proud of himself. 

It was her turn. 

Intent on hearing Jon moan, she pushed the furs back with her feet, feeling his stiffness bump against her ass. Dany took him in her hand and rubbed his tip through her folds before lowering herself onto his length. 

Jon let out a low growl, his teeth parting slightly. His eyes fluttered open and closed as Dany raised herself up again only to lower herself back down. She rode him with a steady pace until Jon was nearly panting.

 He watched her with wide eyes as she twisted a nipple between her fingers and pushed her long silver hair out of her eyes and behind her back. He bucked his hips to meet hers. 

His calloused hands glided over her soft skin from the curve of her breasts to the indent of her where her hips met her thighs. Jon concentrated on tracing careful circles there with his thumbs for fear he cum too soon under her control. 

Dany bucked her hips more, her ass slapping perfectly against his balls. And when she noticed how that made his eyes roll back and his throat tighten she reached a hand back to caress him there. 

“Daenerys … please.” Jon could feel himself climbing. 

Dany just smirked down at him and quikened her pace, pleased with her power. Just as she was about to let a finger slide down to where their bodies met, Jon’s grip on her hips tightened. 

She met his eyes and caught a glimpse of his need just before she felt her body being thrust around. Jon rolled them over so he was on top of her. His elbows, planted on either side of her head steadied him. He lowered himself down until he was just inches from her face, his mouth agape. 

They breathed in and out, their chests heaving against each others. Dany craned her neck up to kiss him, but Jon pulled away with a sly smile. His hot breath tickled her neck and then he crashed his lips against hers. He pushed into her again and Dany moaned at his length. 

Jon bucked his hips, grunts escaping him. His sweaty curls ticked Dany’s forehead. Then his arm hooked around Dany’s right leg, raising it up to where her knee almost banged against her own shoulder. 

Still inside her, he held her leg in position, Jon nipped at the skin of her calf with his teeth making her gasp. He pushed into her harder. 

Dany cried out this time, the angle finding her sweet spot. Her eyes scanned his scars before their eyes locked on each others and Jon continued pumping into her, his speed and force increasing. 

Jons’ name escaped her mouth moaned again and again. Jon felt her muscles clench and he brought his thumb to her clit, using his shoulder to keep her leg suspended.

Dany bit back cries of pleasure, sinking her teeth into her own knuckles. She squirmed below him, unable to control herself, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her back arched off the furs. She felt herself shake around him and snapped her eyes open again when he called her name. 

Dany watched as his mouth hung open in pleasure, his eyes squeezed tight. Jon felt her clench as he rubbed furious circles on her clit. She shook in his arms he felt his high coming too and quickened his pace, cumming inside her. 

They were still for a moment.

Then they breathed out sighs at the same time. Jon pushed into her slowly a few more times before pulling out completely.

 Dany opened her arms to him as he gently collapsed in pleasure on top of her. 

Jon lay his head on her chest, listening to her heart beat as it began to slow. Dany wrapped her fingered through his dark hair, pushing the sweaty strands from his face. As she caught her breath she looked down at his back, watching it rise and fall with his breath.

“Daenerys?” Jon whispered, still catching his breath. 

“Mmm” 

Jon nuzzled his cheek gently across her breast. 

“I would’ve bent the knee sooner, if I’d known.” Jon smiled up at her. He lay a gentle kiss on collar bone. 

“Me too.” Dany laughed. 

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PART 2!   PART 3!  PART 4!

Tips for Pre-T Trans Guys

Wanna grow some facial hair? Get you some Jojoba oil or castor oil and put it above your upper lip, on your jawline, and on your eyebrows. Give it a few days and you’ll start seeing a difference!

Wanna get buff? PROTEIN. And a lot of weight lifting. Less cardio and more strength training.

Want a firmer chest? Put collagen on your chest every day to tighten and firm the skin. I got mine at Vitamin Shoppe. This will make your Top Surgery a lot easier and will cause you to heal faster/better.

Want a flatter chest? Bench it. All the time. Don’t have a gym membership or barbells? Lay on your back on the floor and lift weights above your chest.

Want more testosterone? Take zinc!

Wanna deepen your voice? Download a voice range app. They tell you how masculine or feminine your voice sounds to others and help you practice deepening your voice.

Have a small chest and no binder? KT tape will do the trick! Put tissue over your nipples or it will hurt like hell when you take it off.

Hope this helps :)