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MONKEY MAN 2024 | dir. Dev Patel

#monkey man

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Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light.

#harry potter

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escapism || hp x tn

summary: after oliver wood breaks your heart, theodore nott and harry potter are there to make you feel better

warnings: Pure filthy smut, threesome, dom!theodore, dom!harry, sub!reader, threesome, anal, double penetration, degrading/teasing, praise, choking, hair pulling, creampie, cock warming? , breeding kink, squirting

a/n: had a plot for this one but decided i didn’t like it, so enjoy some smut with a minimum plot. yeehaw!

smut under the cut

“Get on your fucking knees,”

The warm water trailed down your neck and chest as you slid down onto your knees, hitting the cold tile shower floor. The two eager males stood in front of you, unable to stop themselves from stroking their lengths as they awaited for you to open your mouth for fucking. Theodore grabbed for your head first, yanking a handful of your wet hair and dragging you over to his cock. Harry clenched his jaw in jealousy, deciding to grab your arm to remind you of his presence.

You took Theo in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as he pushed himself in deeper. Your hand latched onto Harry’s cock, beginning to pump his shaft. Harry and Theodore couldn’t stand each other, both of the brunettes upset you had invited the other home. Theodore was your drug dealer, taking you to the club to help you get over your atrocious breakup with Oliver Wood. You had made out with Pansy Parkinson in the taxi on the way to the club, allowing her and Theodore to snort your favorite white powder off of your tits.

You licked the under shaft of Theodore’s cock, the taller male groaning as you did so. Theo had every intention of taking you home, having waited years for Oliver to fuck up. He planned on doing exactly what he fantasized about for ages, fucking your pretty little brains out. He sat you down at the clubs bar, planning on charming you into taking you home. That was, until Harry caught sight of you. He had played quidditch with Oliver over their years shared at Hogwarts, and he had even played alongside him in a professional league at one point.

Harry knew Oliver only cared about quidditch. Like a heroin addict addicted to heroin. So when he saw you in your six inch heels, a mini black dress hardly leaving much to the imagination, he knew Oliver had fucked up. He ordered you a drink, one he knew was your favorite, in hopes of getting your attention. Of course, he had gained your attention, but also Theodore’s as well. The boys bickered back and forth, until you decided you knew exactly what you wanted.

You wanted nothing more, than to be demolished by them both. You weren’t over Oliver in the slightest, your heart completely shattered into a million pieces. But Theodore and Harry both made you feel so alive. You bobbed your head on Theodore’s cock, rubbing your thumb over the slit of Harry’s tip. Having a threesome in the shower wasn’t ideal for you, but you could imagine after how many drinks you had, you didn’t smell the best, and you didn’t want to feel gross once it was over. And the boys were more than eager to strip your clothes off of you.

You pulled off of Theo’s shaft, switching positions. You took Harry’s cock, as you pumped Theodore’s lubricated member. The warm water steamed the air in the room, Harry’s loud groans echoing just above the sound of the running shower. He grabbed your head forcefully, shoving you down further onto his cock. His tip scraped the back of your throat, causing you to gag. “Awe look at that. You’re adorable when you choke on my cock,” Harry mused, giving Theodore a cocky smirk. That within itself was another reason you were more than eager to take both of the boys home. The more angry they got with the other, the more rough they were with you.

“She’d look better on my cock instead of yours,” Theodore grunted angrily. He yanked you by your hair away from him, a whine escaping your lips as he pulled you back towards him. He pulled you to his balls, your lips eagerly sucking them. You jerked his shaft as you did so, your hazel eyed lover moaning your name. “She sure does have a way with her mouth,” Theo mused. Harry watched in pure envy as you sucked his balls, before licking the underside of his shaft. “Alright that’s it, stand up,” Harry ordered. You obeyed without question, Harry quick to rearrange positions.

He grabbed you, shoving your back against Theodore’s chest, his back hitting the wall. You giggled shyly as Theodore’s hard cock poked your backside, Harry quick to stand in front of you. He towered over you, his chest pressing against yours. “I need you to be as loud as you can for me baby, you understand?” Harry asked. You nodded eagerly, parting thighs out of desperation. The warm water dripped down your exposed chest, Harry’s hand snaking down to your cunt. Theodore’s long fingers had beat him to your clit, the man behind you smirking as he drew slow circles around your bud.

“F-fuck, Theo,” You moaned automatically, Theo restraining from snickering. Harry frowned, bringing two fingers to your dripping entrance. He used his other hand to grab your throat, tilting your head backwards against Theodore’s shoulder. “You’re so greedy. Such a greedy little thing you need two men to please you just to get you off,” Harry muttered. He shoved his two fingers inside of you, your walls clenching around him. “You can take it. If you’re going to take both of our cocks, you’ll need to be stretched out for us,” Harry spat. Theodore sped up his fingers on your clit, feeling your body tense against his.

He moved your wet hair away from your shoulder, placing soft kisses against your skin. “Harry-” You began to say, the brunette curling his fingers inside of you. A choked moan escaped your throat instead, Harry’s other hand tightening around your neck. Your airway felt blocked, your vision becoming hazy from the hot shower and lack of air as Harry began to finger fuck you harder. He watched in pure pride as your legs began to shake, Theodore’s other large hand having to help hold you up.

The pleasure was becoming too much, your body practically vibrating as Harry abused your g spot. Theodore sucked at the skin on your shoulder, leaving visible love marks he knew you’d see in the morning. You gripped onto Harry’s shoulder as he loosened his grip on your neck, smirking at you. “Awe, is our greedy little slut going to cum all over my fingers?” Harry questioned. You moaned loudly, your words coming out incoherent. Harry grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. “I asked you a question, you’d be smart to answer or I won’t let you cum,” Harry threatened.

You licked your lips, trying to form a coherent thought through the pleasure both boys were providing. “Yes, i’m going to cum, please please please. Let me cum,” You moaned, your sinful request echoing off of the bathroom walls. Theodore grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back from Harry’s grasp. “Cum,” He ordered simply, watching as your eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Harry and Theodore held your body up as you rode out your orgasm, your thighs shaking violently.

Harry was reluctant to pull his fingers out, but did so anyways, causing you to whimper in response. Theodore guided you to turn around, and picked you up without another word. Your eyes met his, his shaft rubbing up and down your wet folds. “You’re so warm, I can’t wait to ruin that pretty cunt of yours,” He admitted. You felt Harry disappear for a brief moment, the sound of the shower curtain alerting you. “Where is he going?” You began to question, looking over your shoulder. Theo guided your head to return to his gaze, smiling at you.

“Don’t worry about him mama, focus on me,” He whispered. He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. He had waited to do so for so long, your body relaxing under his hold. You could feel his cock twitch ever so slightly against yours pussy, his desires becoming a craving he couldn’t deny. You heard the shower curtain open again, a bottle in Harry’s hands. He squirted the lube onto his fingers, his chest pressing against your back. “Keep kissing her, make sure she’s relaxed,” Harry told Theo sternly. Theo frowned into the kiss, not liking being told what to do.

“I know how to please a woman, unlike you Potter,” Theo grunted, pulling himself away from your lips. He tilted your neck to the side, placing his mouth on top of your sensitive skin. You moaned as he sucked harshly at your throat, littering your skin with various purple marks. “Very funny Nott, just keep making yourself useful,” Harry argued. You felt the tip of his index finger head toward your unexplored hole, your body tensing up immediately. Theodore pulled away from your neck with a pop, rubbing his shaft up and down your folds. “Thats a good girl, just keep relaxing for us,” Theo purred, watching your face as Harry pushed a finger inside of you.

You gripped onto Theodore’s chest, trying to relax as the boy behind you curled his finger inside of you. “Jesus fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” Harry exclaimed, his hard shaft poking you from behind. You bit the inside of your cheek as you attempted to relax, your body tensing due to the unusual feeling. Theodore took this opportunity to shove himself inside of you, quickly bottoming out. “Just warm my cock for a minute love, I need to be deep inside of you,” Theodore admitted, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. He snaked his spare hand down to your clit, rubbing slow circles over the overstimulated bud. You whined as Harry brought a second finger to your asshole, pushing it inside.

The sound of the running shower water and your whines mixed together, your body fighting itself about whether you felt pain or pleasure. Each time you bucked your hips, it allowed for Theo’s tip to hit your g spot, but also allowed Harry to push his fingers in further. “You’re doing so good for me,” Harry praised, pressing kisses on top of the hickies Theodore had left on your neck moments prior. He did a scissoring motion in your unexplored hole, your whines turning into whimpers as your body adjusted. “I told you that you could do it. We’re going to make you feel so good, we’re going to break you,” Harry promised, slipping his fingers out of you.

You felt Theo lift his head, reaching his hands around to your ass. He parted you, allowing Harry full access to your asshole. You screwed your eyes shut as the brunette behind you began pushing himself inside of you, slowly inching his way in. You felt tears form in your waterline at the feeling of such fullness, one of Theodore’s hands abandoning your ass. He wiped away your tears, stroking your cheek lovingly. Theodore would always adore you, and he would always take care of you. Even if it meant sharing you with a random guy from the bar.

He knew you were looking for an escape, that your body was craving to feel anything except for unavoidable despair. He knew how much Oliver had meant to you, and he could practically see the broken heart in your chest. Theo fully suspected Harry wouldn’t stick around after the current affair was done, and he would need to clean you up alone. And if he was honest with himself, as much as it may hurt your feelings, he preferred it that way. He had seen you high on dozens of drugs, listened to your late night rambles, and had been there for you through anything and everything. As far as Theodore was concerned, he deserved to have you.

As Harry pushed his cock in further, he became more addicted to your body. The way your back relaxed against him, or the way you clenched around him desperately with whatever he had to offer. He knew Oliver had fumbled you, but the more his cock spent buried into you, the more he realized how terribly Oliver had fucked up. He knew the man in front of you with his cock buried into your cunt, also realized how terribly Oliver had fucked up. And Harry also knew, Theodore was going to have a hard time sharing you. Or even just getting used to his presence. But as he panted on the back of your neck, his cock now buried in your ass, all he could think about was making you feel good.

“It’s alright,” Theo cooed, brushing away the tears dripping down your face. You moved your hips slightly, beginning to like the feeling as the teasing of your clit helped you relax. Theodore moved first, his cock twitching with a craving only you could fulfill. Harry moved immediately after him, their cocks moving in sync. You moaned loudly as you tried to adjust to both of them, their strong hands holding you up. “Thats it baby, let out all those pretty noises,” Harry praised, his fingers digging into your waist. You moaned at his words, the pain subsiding into extreme pleasure.

You felt so full, your walls clenching around Harry and Theo. “Fuck you feel so fucking good,” Theo growled, watching his cock slide in and out of you. Both of them continued ramming into you, both of their groans flooding your ears. You could barely even feel the running shower water now, but your body shook slightly as the water ran cold. “Of course your house ran out of hot water Nott,” Harry insulted, glaring at Theo over your shoulder. Theo rolled his eyes, drawing faster circles around your clit. You squirmed in their grasp, unable to stop repeating their names like a mantra.

“Don’t you live in a cupboard Potter?” Theo quipped, smirking as they continued to fuck you. Harry’s spare hand snaked its way around your chest, reaching around to choke you. You gasped, gripping onto his wrist and Theo’s arm as both boys abused your holes. “You’re lucky you have her cunt, otherwise i’d breed her and make sure she has my kids,” Harry snarled. You felt your stomach flutter at the thought, both boys eyes landing on you. “I think she likes that idea. Huh baby? You like the idea of us breeding you?” Theo tease, Harry chuckling darkly from behind you. Their thrust were relentless, your vision becoming full of stars as the cord in your stomach tightened.

“Oh I think she does. Dont worry sweetheart, that can be arranged,” Harry snickered, his fingers tightening around your throat. You let out jagged noises as the boys fucked you, your high threatening to crash over you as the cold shower water drenched the three of your united bodies. “Come on baby you can do it, cum all over our cocks like the good girl you are,” Theo praised, pinching at your clit. You whined, your body being overtaken by euphoria. You felt your body release, a different kind of orgasm crashing over you. Your vision went white as Harry released your neck, using both hands to grip your waist.

Your face turned red as you looked at Theo, who was focused on your release. His lower half was drenched in your juices, the cold shower water washing it away. “I didn’t mean to-” You began rambling, Harry groans interrupting your apology. His warm seed flooded your unexplored hole, his forehead resting on your shoulder. Theo smirked as he pressed his lips to yours, ramming into you a few more times. “It was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen. Now let me fill you to the brim with my cum,” He grunted. You watched his eyes flutter shut as he came inside of your cunt, the back of his head resting against the tiled wall.

You felt so incredibly full, their cum dripping out of both of your holes as they slowly pulled out of you. You grabbed onto their arms for support as they began to set you down, your legs shaking violently. Both of the boys had been your escapism from your breakup, but as you clung onto them for support, you realized you didn’t want to leave as soon as you thought.

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31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN 1980’s edition — (02/31) ↳ The Shining (1980)

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love's full of fire;

pairing- sirius black x reader warnings- 18+ content, mentions of alcohol. a/n- it just...kind of escalated..

ps- i need him so bad, it's not even a joke any more.

prompt- dacryphilia

masterlist kinkotober rules kinkotober masterlist

screw your anonymity loving me is all you need to feel

he places his hand on your shoulders, his leather jacket draped around your body as you walk, staggering in your slow steps. the scent of his cologne fused with his aftershave and incense messes with your head. he feels warm and cozy, and you drape your hand around his waist, snuggling closer with his body.

'love?' his voice rasps into your ears. you smile, your teeth full on display, a drunk grin evident, hiding the pain your heart is feeling.

the pain of him not being yours, the pain that he just holds you like this because he loves-cares for you just like a friend, nothing more nothing less. his words, all his acts mean nothing, he naturally has a charismatic personality which gets crowds of people wanting to be friends, or be in a relationship with him. but he keeps it casual, afraid of commitment and trust.

and that's why you've never made a move.

his hold on you tightens, and you're leaning into his touch, hot on your body. his motorcycle shines under the pale moonlight, and even in your drunk state you think, it's well-kept. he picks up a helmet and unclasps it, placing it on your head, clasping it again.

there's something behind your usually difficult to catch eye contact, something about your usually shy smile spread so wide, something about your dilated pupils glowing under the moonlight, something about the way your unkempt hair presses messily against the helmet, something about the way you hold him that makes his heart flutter, makes him feel things he's never felt before, makes him fucking swoon, makes him think he's going crazy.

and maybe he is.

he straddles on the bike, and you do the same, resting your chin atop his shoulder, wrapping your hands around his toned waist. you sigh quietly, as he fumbles with the keys, the engine of his bike rumbling as your thighs touch his. you feel his thigh tighten muscles underneath the fabric of his trouser.

'tight?' he asks. you smile, and his heart skips a beat as you tighten your grip around him, the warmth of your body flush against his.

'yess' you slur, as he gears up, the tires rolling against the gravel of the ground.

****

he curls his finger underneath your chin, you drunk eyes gnawing at the beauty that is sirius black. the street light flickers, and he caresses your skin softly.

'i need to use the loo, will you stay here properly?' he asks, a tone of demand into his voice. you chuckle, nodding your head,

'yes mr. black,' he tosses his head backwards, a bark like laugh echoing into the empty street. you wave at him gleefully as he walks towards, the bathroom at the petrol pump. you fiddle with the key he has pushed into the motorbike, and with a few turns here and there, the engine rumbles underneath you, catching your breath.

the expensive leather seat wrapped by your thighs vibrate so deliciously at your clit you think you're going mad. heat taints your face, a blush of shame creeping up to your cheeks as your rut your hips against the seat. you bite your lip, swallowing moan that begs to leave your mouth. the friction against your cunt, the alcohol in your veins and the desire, the need for your friend cuts you deep. your nails dig into the leather as the friction of the vibrations consume you from within.

'fuck,' the familiar voice rasps into your ear, his large hand cupping the small of your back, helping you to rut into the leather of his motorbike. he trails his lips across the hot skin of your neck. you let out a moan, faint coil arousing into your stomach.

'sirius, need you so bad,' you beg.

he's quick with his movements, turning off his bike, bending you over to onto his, pulling his cock out and pushing it into your already wet cunt with a squelching sound. he's splitting you open, ramming his cock deep into you, greedy for the feel of your cunt against his cock. he balances wraps his legs around his waist, his lips devouring yours, tongue carnally dancing with yours, swallowing your moans.

it's sweet escape, as you breath heavy, tears slipping out of your eyes, as he rams into you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. you scream out, your shame leaving out your body, as he licks the salty tears off your cheeks. his finger rubs circles onto your clit, and you feel your orgasm rip out of your body, your cunt burning and throbbing with his movements.

'please please,' you cry, painting your cheeks with tears of lust, the desire for him, and his touch finally being fulfilled. he chases his own orgasm, as he spits onto his hand, slapping your cunt. you sob out with pleasure, the feeling of his cock splitting you open making your heart throb against your heart, your head going numb, senseless tears flowing out of your puffy eyes.

he rasps, his finger curling a strand of your sweaty lock behind your ear

'you look so pretty when you cry. so pretty for me when my cock splits this cunt open for me,'

'oh god,' you scream, feeling another boil of an orgasm bubbling within you. your walls clench around him at the feeling, and he moans, and you whimper, your sobs echoing into the empty night street. you throw your head back, rubbing tight circles onto your clit, sweat clinging onto your body feeling his cock thrusting at you with a rhythm that your body craves for.

your face glistens in a mixture of sweat and tears of pleasure as another orgasm escapes, your body shaking under his grip. his fingertips dig into your hips, as he chases his own release. you place a tender kiss on his chest through his unbuttoned shirt.

his hot release fills you up, painting your walls with his cum. he moans into your ear, biting your earlobe, pulling out his softened cock. your thighs shake, as you come down from the high of the erotic journey.

he stares into your eyes, his dilated pupils consuming you from within. he takes a deep breath, feeling your heartbeat against his slender fingers, a confession tearing from his lips that had been hidden in his head and heart,

'you don't know how long i've wanted to do that,'

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Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

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TWILIGHT (2008) dir. Catherine Hardwicke

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HOLES (2003) dir. Andrew Davis

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ANAKIN SKYWALKER + signature lightsaber spin

#oh god #star wars

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summary: when y/n thinks doms are just assholes and so her best friend Draco teaches her what a real dom is like. (2.4k)

WARNINGS: SMUT! VERY MATURE CONTENT! please do not proceed if you are not mature enough. Dom/Sub, Daddy kink, squirting, rough sex(but like… soft in a way? and AFTERCARE) Unprotected sex(please do not do this😁) (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Soft!draco x Fem!reader

Ky: did i think of this while masterbating… yes yes i did.

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“You are an annoying, little girl-- who continues to be a constant bother it seems,” Draco seethed as he gathered a fistful of your hair.

A giggle escaped your lips, “Don’t be such a prick, Malfoy. Just fuck me, if you want to fuck me.”

#i’m a giggling mess #mine #me #peach's babbles #draco x reader #draco fic #draco smut #smut #harry potter

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i have three responses to "how is your writing going"

1) it's not

2) it's going

3) i am ENTHUSED. i have been BLESSED with the POWER of the MUSES. i am an UNSTOPPABLE FORCE OF CREATION i am the MOST ULTIMATE OF ALL WRITERS

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Deepest apologies to the well-thought-out characters that I created but never wrote the stories for.

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I've been reviewing my notes on our exploits over the last seven months. Would you like to know my conclusion? I am psychologically disturbed.

Sherlock Holmes 2009 | dir. Guy Ritchie

#sherlock holmes

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Can I suggest professor Draco Malfoy x [college] reader smut?

detention || dm

summary: your new teacher doesn’t like your attitude, giving you detention with him

warnings: SMUT, dom!professor!draco, student!sub!reader, bondage, spanking with a ruler, age gap, (reader is twenty, this takes place in an au where hogwarts also has an university), praise, infidelity on draco’s end, power dynamic

a/n: hope you enjoy!!

You were physically exhausted. Class after class, exam after exam. It was as if the professors at Hogwarts university wanted you to fail. You eagerly walked into your final class of the day, defense against the dark arts. The professors had come and gone all year long, the pressure too much for them. You were relieved to get there, knowing a boring substitute teacher would be there. You’d had a substitute for a week or so now, meaning you got to do as you wished, as did the class. You arrived to class late, per usual, expecting to see the same old lady sleeping in the desk chair.

You were surprised to see a man with almost white blonde hair, his icy blue eyes snapping to you the second you entered the classroom. He looked so familiar, where did you know him from?He was at the professors desk, the rest of the class properly seated and silenced. “What’s your name young witch?” The man called out to you. You gripped your books as your classmates eyes wondered to you. “Y/N, Y/L/N,” You answered. The man smiled, and you had to admit he was handsome. “Are you aware you’re late to my class Miss Y/L/N?” He asked you. You realized this guy was your new professor, and he was trying to embarrass you to show the class he meant business.

“I wasn’t aware they let sarcastic gits take over important classes now,” You replied confidently. The smile fell off of the new professors face. He began walking over to you, your classmates eyes glued to you and him. He towered over you as he should in front of you, your tiny figure barley comparing to his height. “My name is Professor Malfoy and you’ll address me as such,” He spat. You recognized the Malfoy name, your heart beating in your chest as your eye’s instinctively went down to his wrist. They were covered by his shirt, but you knew what marked laid underneath the fabric.

“I’ll see you after class for detention, Miss Y/L/N. Have a seat in front of my desk,” Malfoy said. You followed behind him, taking your seat at the vacant table directly in front of his desk. For the rest of class, you were hardly attentive. Who did he think he was? Barging in here and trying to embarrass you on his first day. You weren’t a bad person, you didn’t deserve to be outed like that.

Professor Malfoy dismissed his class a little earlier then normal, you had noticed, but you didn’t care. Your classmates vacated the room quickly, leaving you alone with Malfoy. Once it was just the two of you, silence clouded the room. You stared at him as he inattentively was grading papers, not even looking at you. You coughed, getting his attention. “Do you need something Y/L/N?” He asked coldly. You crossed your arms. “If this is detention, shouldn’t you get on with the punishment already? I don’t have all day,” You argued.

His blue eyes slowly looked up from his paper to you, eyeing you carefully. “Eager are we?” Professor Malfoy asked. You watched as he rose up from his desk, a stack of papers in his hand. “It’s funny actually, I was just reviewing your papers from this past semester,” He continued. Your eyes looked up at the stack, but the grading was out of your view. “For such a cocky student, you don’t seem to be doing well in this class,” Malfoy chuckled. He sat the stack down in front of you, your eyes scanning the front paper. You had failed. You began thumbing through each assignment, seeing you had either failed or barely passed all of them.

“It’s not been easy, not having a consistent teacher, I assume?” Your professor asked. You looked up at him, admiring your professors sharp jawline. “No it hasn’t,” You mumbled, admitting defeat. Malfoy lifted himself up, sitting on the desk beside you. “I’m sure we can work something out, you seem like a reasonable young lady,” He mused. You noticed his eyes were staring at your chest, causing you to look down. You had an extra button open by mistake, revealing your cleavage. You blushed as you attempted to button it. A large, veiny hand stopped you.

You looked up at Professor Malfoy, a smirk painted across his face. “If you want enough extra credit to pass, you’ll keep those exposed,” He said. You were fascinated with his hands, wondering what they’d look like around your throat, or exploring your body-

“Of course, only if that’s what you want,” Malfoy continued. You nodded, dropping your hands from buttoning your shirt. “Whatever it takes to pass, Professor Malfoy,” You agreed. Malfoy lifted his thumb to your lips, dragging your bottom lip down. “You can call me Draco,” He said. Your eyebrows raised, realizing who he was. You had heard stories of him over the years, his Hogwarts days infamous amongst your classmates.

“Come over to my desk,” Draco ordered. You followed him over to his desk, watching as he circled you like an predator examining their prey. He guided you to lean over his desk, flipping your skirt up. Heat dashed across your cheeks as you realized you were wearing white lacey panties. “You look so innocent but you have a mouth on you that says otherwise,” He mused. You felt his hands explore your ass, grabbing and tracing the skin. “Your punishment will be ten lashings,” Draco explained.

You watched as he stepped over to the chalk board, grabbing a wooden ruler. You gulped nervously as he smirked at you, resuming his place behind you. He grazed the ruler against your ass, goosebumps trailing down your spine. “With each lash I need you to count, show me some respect while you do so,” Draco ordered. You nodded, bracing yourself for each hit. He smacked the ruler harshly against your skin, causing you to jump. “One, sir,” You managed to say. Draco chuckled darkly, admiring your skin turning red.

He smacked your ass with the ruler again, your skin stinging. “Two sir,” You say. Draco’s brutal spanking didn’t let up in the slightest, your body jolting in pain with each lash. You had almost lost count, the pain too much as he continued. “Seven sir,” You said weakly, tears forming in your waterline. Draco thrived on your tears, admiring them as they fell down your cheeks. “Only one more, darling,” He cooed. He raised the ruler one last time, spanking you harder then the rest of them. “Ten sir,” You grumbled out, trying to ignore the throbbing pain he had created.

Draco guided you to turn around, a hiss of pain leaving your lips as he pressed you against his wooden desk. “I had to teach you manners, im sure you understand,” He explained, brushing away some of your tears. The older man brought his lips to yours, kissing you roughly. He had complete control over you, his movements attracting you like a magnet. His hands roamed your body, unbuttoning your school uniform further.

“Your body is divine, darling,” Draco murmured, soaking in your body with his eyes. He shoved your bra down, exposing your breast fully to him. He hungrily lowered himself down, attaching his mouth to one of your breast. You groaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple, his hands gripping open your thighs. “Please Professor,” You moaned, your hand finding it’s way to his hair. His slicked back hairstyle was ruined as your fingers twisted in his hair, your head thrown back as you grinded your hips.

“So desperate,” Draco teased against your skin. You two made eye contact as he grazed your nipple with his teeth, a smile spreading across his face. He enjoyed watching your mouth gape open as you fell apart underneath him, completely at his mercy. He leaned back, rubbing you through your panties. You silently begged for him to remove them, to relieve the ache between your thighs. He roughly grabbed the sides of them, yanking them down to your ankles.

Your eyes flickered to them for a second, watching as they hit the floor. Draco yanked your thighs, bringing your cunt closer to his hard bulge. You could feel him through his trousers, a gasp escaping your throat. “You feel how hard I am for you baby?” He asked you. You nodded, staring up at him. His eyes met yours, before they trailed down to your lips. He kissed you roughly, his hands beginning to undo his trousers. “I might need to be stretched out first,” You admitted during the kiss.

Draco pulled back chuckling. “I forget how young and tight your cunt is,” He confessed. He got down on his knees, yanking your thighs towards him. You nervously looked down as he examined your cunt, spreading apart your folds. He was mesmerized by it, bringing a single digit to your hole. “You’re practically dripping for me darling, is this what you wanted all along?” He asked. He suddenly shoved it inside of you, catching you off guard. Draco curled his finger immediately locating your g spot.

You immediately became aware of how experienced Draco was, his finger curling into your g spot with ease. You moaned loudly, causing Draco to mutter a silencing spell. “I bet the boys here your age can’t fuck you as good as I can,” He said. You gripped his hair as he entered another finger, stretching you out. “Such a tight hole,” He groaned, admiring your pussy. You felt so exposed but so seen, no one ever paying that much attention to you before. No one ever praising you so much before.

The knot in your stomach began to tighten, one hand gripping Draco’s hair while the other gripped the desk. Your professor could practically sense your orgasm coming, his fingers not letting up curling inside of you. “Professor im gonna cum,” You moaned, throwing your head back. It was then you felt empty, Draco removing his fingers from you. You glared down at him. “What the fuck?” You hissed.

Draco chuckled, finishing removing his trousers. He took his belt, and held it in both of his hands. “You’ll feel so much better when you cream around my cock. Get on your hands and knees,” He ordered. You annoyedly listened, your ass in the air as Draco wished. He reached around, grabbing your arms and tying them behind your back with his belt. He held your tied wrist with one hand, while he stroked his cock with the other.

Draco aligned his tip with your entrance, rubbing it up and down your folds. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard you’ll be begging me for detention,” He snarled. He shoved himself inside of you, fully, bottoming out against your will. You let out a cry of pain, your body shaking. “Sorry darling, I just can’t wait,” Professor Malfoy excused, holding your hips in place. He slowly pulled himself almost all the way out, before slamming into you again. “Let your body relax Y/N, it’ll respond well to how I treat you,” Draco cooed.

You tried to listen, relaxing your body as he began fucking you. He was fast and rough, ensuring his tip hit your g spot with each thrust. Your cheek laid against the wood of his desk, facing the empty classroom. Your eyes wondered over to the desk, noticing a picture of Draco and a woman, posing under a big oak tree. You realized the longer you stared that woman was his wife, and that as he was abusing your cunt, he was breaking his vows to her.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his groans filled your eyes, his pacing never letting up. “I’ll have you bent over my desk everyday, if you’ll let me,” Draco growled. He watched as you creamed his cock, your tight, young adult pussy mesmerizing him. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten again, causing you to clench around Draco’s cock. “Awe are you gonna cum already darling?” He taunted. You couldn’t form a response, sinful moans leaving your lips. He continued snapping his hips into you brutally, not letting up his pace.

This was wrong, very wrong. But the way he made you feel, the way he pleasured your cunt, overrode all other feelings about the matter. “Cum for me,” Draco ordered. His words made you snap, euphoria clouding your senses. Your legs almost gave out from under you. You felt his thrust grow sloppy, before he pulled his cock out entirely. Draco stroked his cock quickly, groaning as he came on your ass. You felt his warm cum splash against your skin, as you tried to catch your breath. He unrestrained your wrist, before buttoning up his trousers.

“Hold on i’ll get you cleaned up,” Draco said. He grabbed a handful of tissues, wiping his cum off of your skin. He then grabbed new ones, wiping your cunt thoroughly. You sat up, beginning to fix your bra. Your professor grinned at the sight of your messed up hair, and he began patting it down, tucking some of it behind your ear. “You’re a lot more tolerable when only moans leave your mouth,” Draco teased.

You rolled your ears, beginning to button up your top. Draco began fixing his belt, looping it through his trousers. It was then you both heard a loud knock on his classroom door. You jumped down from his desk, struggling to look presentable. “Sit down at your desk, remember you’re in detention,” He whispered. You pulled your skirt down, his hands pushing you towards your desk. “But my panties,” You whispered back, panicking. Draco smirked, reaching down and grabbing your panties from the floor. You took your seat, facing the board.

“Come on in,” Draco called out, shoving your panties in his pocket.

#fanfic

[accio-peach]

Fever dream

Loki laufeyson x reader (you)

Im going to be trying out present tense, so please bare with me darlings♥️😩.

Warning: details of genitalia, smut, sex, sexual references, Somnophilia, smut without plot, pet names.

Loki presses his soft lips against your neck, his raven curls fall against your shoulder as his lean body hovers over your sleeping one. Your head turns to the side as you mumble something from the feeling of sharp kisses against your skin. “Darling…” he grunts as his erect cock presses against your bare thigh. “My beautiful girl…” he bites down on his lower lip as he stared down at your naked body beneath him. “I- I can’t wait..” his voice lowers as he brings the tip of his cockhead to your clitoris making you to squirm in your sleep.

Fortunately, you had told him many times before that waking up to him fucking you would only be a fever dream, though never had it happened. He was always so busy that the times he needed you, you would be galaxies away or he just didn’t want to wake you up from sleeping so he would masturbate from the sight of you instead, never as good as the feeling of him inside of you wether it be your mouth or warm sex.

You are his sleeping beauty however never did he wake you up with a magical “kiss” until…..now.

His eyes fell to his painfully hard cock that he couldn’t help but slip in between your folds, making him gasp. he collected the arousal already seeping from your hole. He rubs himself against your soaking sex making you groan sleepily.

With one quick thrust of his cock, he is inside your tight walls, clenching down on him with force. His mind that was full of many things was now quickly cleared with the feeling of you, you are the only thing that mattered to him.

He stares down at your connected bodies, your arousal soaking him entirely. Your hips buck upwards against his once you are reminded of each ridge and bump of his cock that rest inside of you perfectly. “Loki…” you mumble still half asleep, you shift underneath him which made him stifle a moan.

Instantly, his lips part letting a moan escape them as he slides his chest over yours, your erect nipples rubbing against his chest made him go wild. His cock slips out of you before he pushes himself back inside of your entrance only to pull his cock all the way out, leaving his tip resting against your hole before he slams back into you.

His pattern becoming more and more erratic made your moaning become louder, the more awake you became. “Oh Loki…” you lean your head backwards when you feel his tip plunge against your g-spot. “Loki!” You almost scream as your eyes snap to his. “P-pet- I couldn’t w-wait” he stares down at your now awakened form.

He could never get enough of you, you looked beautiful and you had just woken up.

His pubic hairs rubs over your lower belly as he leans over you. You wrap your arms around his neck, his lips crash against starved ones. Your tongue slipped into his hot mouth as you passionately kissed him back, his curls fell into your eyes but you didn’t care in this moment. “Cum for your King” he grins against your lips, as he slams one back into favourite spot.

With a scream of his name your walls tighten around his twitching cock. You cum harshly over and over again around his thick cock making his jaw go slack from all you are doing to him.

The back of your head slams down against the pillow as you squeeze your thighs tightly around his hips, adding to the sensation of your release that rattled through you.

He would stay here forever if he could, watching you squirm underneath him while he would fuck you the until morning. As you are here looking like his queen and his goddess at the same time.

“Look at me while I fill you with my cum, round you with my child, how ravishing you will look swollen with my child.” He grunts, his hand gripping onto your pink cheeks, he thrusts into you a last time till he was balls deep, filling you till he fell on top of you, his head now buried in between your breasts as your both’s panting was the only thing now heard in the large chamber of the palace.

“Loki….” You ask as you try to recall your breath back. “Yes, my sweet girl” he peeks up at you as he kisses around your breasts making you sigh with relief. “Please do that again one day” you watch as his lips curl around your nipple.

“Of course pet, whatever you wish my love, but I’m not done with you just yet” he snickers as he sucks hard onto your nipple.

#fanfic #ignore ignore ignore #i’m a slut

[accio-peach]

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In the jungle you must wait… until the dice read five or eight.

#jumanji