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stylesharrys · 14 days
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y/n gives harry a cheeky blowjob on their hike.
warnings: dirty talk, somewhat public indecency, blowjob, swearing
a/n: inspired by the new pic of harry in japan hehe this was written super fast and not proof read so i apologise for any mistakes! <3
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It was Harry's idea to go for a hike. Something about soaking up the sun and burning off breakfast like he hadn't already fucked Y/N at sunrise this morning.
She didn't complain, though. She was more than happy to admire the view and spend some quality time outdoors. And she was thankful Harry chose an easy route for them to follow, given Y/N didn't really tend to hike all that much.
He's sporting a pair of black shorts and a blue hoodie with Y/N's backpack on -- had insisted that she'd get too tired too quickly if she carried it, and Y/N didn't argue.
Walking a little ahead of him, she allows Harry the view of her backside. Peachy bum moving in her tight gym leggings. He's been hiding a boner for the last ten minutes, struggling to will it away with every step she takes.
"Have I told you how nice your bum looks in those leggings?" he calls out to her.
Y/N looks back at him over her shoulder, offering a cheeky grin. "Once or twice, yeah." She looks down at the noticeable bulge in her pants.
"Causing you a bit of a problem, are they?"
A blush is quick to make its way on Harry's cheeks as she turns to him and walks closer. Y/N fiddles with his ringless fingers, a glint of mischief in her eyes -- a look that Harry is all too familiar with.
He cocks a brow. "Are you serious?"
Y/N shrugs her shoulders. "Why not? We're alone... in a wooded area... with trees to hide behind..."
She doesn't give him much more time to think before gently tugging him off the path and toward a more wild, wooded area. The sticks snap under their feet, overgrown grass and weeds tickling at their legs until she finds clearer ground beneath a tree.
Harry leans against it, eyes curious as she sinks to her knees. If he wasn't hard before, he most certainly is now; gazing down at her, looking all pretty and doe-eyed.
Y/N tugs his shorts and boxers down mid-thigh, Harry's cock slapping free against his lower tummy. The sight has her stomach fluttering. He's achingly hard and red and plump.
She doesn't waste much time, taking him into her hand and swirling her wet tongue around his ruddy tip. Harry's head falls back against the tree trunk, lips parted as a relieved sigh falls from them.
"You're unreal," he tells her, breathless.
Y/N grins up at him, closing her eyes to savour his taste. Wrapping her lips around him, she gently begins to suck -- her tongue flat against the underside of his cock.
Harry's hands find her hair, balling a fist around her ponytail to guide her movements to his desired pace. She lets him. Relaxes her jaw and allows him to take control.
Y/N fists whatever doesn't fit, and as Harry begins to bob her head faster, spit drools down her chin and the corners of her mouth. Her eyes are squeezed shut, nose slightly scrunched as he fucks his length down her throat.
The noises are drowned out by nature; the birds singing and the wind whistling. But they can hear it -- and they hear it loud.
"Jesus Christ, baby. Letting me fuck your throat in the middle of the woods. My dirty girl."
Y/N moans around him, the sound sending vibrations from his tip to his balls as he grunts her name. She can feel that familiar wetness pool between her thighs, can taste the saltiness of his sweat and pre-come as he nears closer to his release.
Harry's pace grows a bit more frantic, desperately chasing his high. Y/N continues to fist the base of his shaft, closing her mouth around him now to suck him for all he's got.
His breathing is erratic, wheezing filthy praises that only make her suck him harder. She feels him twitch on the tip of her tongue and releases her hold on his cock so her hands can brace herself on his thighs.
"Fuck!"
His body trembles as hot spurts of arousal shoot down Y/N's throat. Harry's hold on her hair falters as he attempts to catch his breath, her lips still locked around him as she sucks whatever is left.
Pulling off him with a pop, she swallows his come with a smile and wipes the lower half of her face with the backs of her hands. Y/N stands back on her feet, tucking Harry's cock back in his shorts and boxers and patting him on the chest.
She walks past him, leaving him a panting mess like she didn't just suck the soul out of him less than thirty seconds ago. He turns to follow her, legs a little jelly when she looks over her shoulder at him again with that same wicked grin.
"Come on, H. We've still got another mile and a half to go."
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felsicveins · 4 months
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Not technically his ex cause the divorce papers were never signed...
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luckyjorabbit · 1 year
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zombie 🐜🍄
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skitskatdacat63 · 8 months
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2009 Brazilian Grand Prix - Mark Webber
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hcdragonwrites · 8 months
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Cleansing Rain (@digitalagepulao Drabble)
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This was something that came to mind at the little Tumblr post this creator prosed below! It’s short but I hope you enjoy!
A great clap of thunder shattered the birdsong and scattered them like rice grains in the wind. The rumbling beast in the sky sounded tiger-like, it’s approach as soft as those jungle cats. Only it’s breath, as cold and full of water, warned that the beast was about to pounce upon them.
The pilgrims upon the road looked up all with varying expressions of worry. All except one. The youngest of the pilgrims- the youngest in disciplehood that is. The stone monkey had lived longer then a man, longer then most trees, and almost as long as some great dragons of the seas. He had seen the Heavens, had waged war with Immortals and Demons alike. The stone monkey had been King, Student, Sage, and Warlord. He had seen horrors, had survived many of them, and had brought his own to those that had been in his path.
The storms breath heaved again. An exhale of a roar as the rain splattered dry dirt, as it began to create a chime of sounds as the trees leaves laughed in its wake. The earth exhaled, the smell of dampening stone, earth and dirt, rising. As Water and Earth met the Monkey stood still, caught in between.
Sun Wukong, King of Flower Fruit Mountain, Sage equal to Heaven, Warlord and almost usurper of the Jade Emperor- looked upward. While the rest of the band made for a low hanging honeysuckle Wukong stood. The rain fell like the softest breath on his skin. The first droplets were cool. A storm from the mountains blown off course. It would have been snow if it had not been brought to them. To him.
The other pilgrims frantically set up a tent for their Master, Tripitaka. He was but mortal and this cold downpour could take root as a chill and sickness. They worked quickly. All except the newest edition.
Wukong felt the wind run fingers through his fur as if greeting a new friend. The dirt and rock that had clung to him since his imprisonment beneath the mountain was brushed away. To the other pilgrims it looked as if Wukong was just standing in the rain.
The water fell in a heavy sheet, not a soft thing now. The tiger had leapt onto them and roared its rain onto that dry bit of earth. It’s fury however was a welcome thing to the stone monkey. He felt it wash over him- nature in its pure, untamed movement. The water soon had his fur sodden. Wukong leaned into the invisible claws of the storm, enjoying the rush of sensations. It was cold, the wind tried to steal at his clothes in a playful manner, and the thunder clapped his ears as his mother would if he had tried to play a prank on her.
“What is he doing?” Bajie said. He was incredulous beneath his eyebrows, frowning as rain soaked his skin even beneath the tree.
“Looks like he’s enjoying the rain.” Wujing commented. The great red beard beneath his chin flowed like a river of molten fire- the rain making it stick to his shirt.
“More like getting a bath.” Longma spoke from beneath the branches. The horse shook itself and, with the last shiver, reverted to the dragon prince he was. Longma checked the tent flaps to make sure the ties were secure. It was a small tent and worn. They would have to get a new one soon from the damage this one had taken. From within - and before the eldest disciple could latch the last tie- the young monk poked his head out.
Tripatakas bald head already glistened with the rain as he called Bajie back to his place beneath the tree. The boar had been making its way to the stone monkey, a moody look in his eyes.
“Leave him.” It only took those simple words to recall the boar back to the tree. The monk looked at Wukong again. He took in the stance of the monkey, how the rain was now washing over him. How he looked almost …. Peaceful. Harmonious in a sense. The mortal man felt a small smile steal upon his face. Tripitaka felt he got a glimpse into a personal joy, as one a child gave when experiencing a new sight or as a man enjoying the fruits of his labour come to fruition.
“He looks …happy.”
Longma tied the last flap closed then he, Bajie and Wujing set about erecting another tent for themselves.
Sun Wukong laid back in the green grass, making a soft bed for his head. He stared up into the storm with eyes wide, face soft. The rain continued, the sound slapping against rock and petal, against road and wood, against his fur and ears. The noise- the noise!- it was bliss. No silent stone, no unfeeling chains. Here the wind trussed and pulled at him. Here the rain cleaned away the hundreds of years of neglect left in his fur. It groomed him, awakened his senses, made him feel alive.
Wukong laughed. He laughed until his own rain fell from his eyes. He was alive. He could not die - but there were feelings - there were things worse then death. Life meant so little when one could not experience what it meant to be alive. In the rain, in the cold, in the growls of the storm, Wukong revelled in it.
He was alive. He was glad for the storm, for it covering the sudden well of feeling that made their way down his cheeks and from his eyes. Wukong didn’t stop his tears. They were not of sorrow. Not of pity. They were of joy- the joy of experiencing and touching, tasting, smelling and seeing the world again.
He was alive.
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sassycordy · 2 years
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“stargate universe isn’t fun-🔫” i made this edit Just to prove how “stargate” this show is lol
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kai-sunflower · 7 months
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I literally didn't know paratober was a thing until a day ago but here we go this is gonna be a ride
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iiscpr · 10 months
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second course: 2
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lavenoon · 1 year
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low effort doodles because now I've reached the level of AU AU interactions
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spoopywhiskers · 1 month
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I CANNOT BE NORMAL WITH WORDS TWO PEOPLE WILL GET THIS JOKE LOL
I'm glad HR isn't actually a boss in the game, i don't think 2023 could handle 2 of them
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rexscanonwife · 1 year
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READING THE CLONE WARS NOVELIZATION AGAIN
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ejunkiet · 11 months
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I am sorry if this is too much feel free to ignore if it is but I love it when people 30 and up talk about their 20s the way I talk about my teenage years!
Because it really feels like I am doing everything wrong sometimes and since I am an adult now I think "this is probs how it's gonna be, forever!you have achieved your final form" and that thought is so distressing!
And to see you guys say that you were babies and somewhat immature is reassuring lol. So I'm not supposed to have 90% of this figured out! I am still growing up and evolving !!
Anyway sorry if this was weird!
Hahaha, not at all weird!! Being in your twenties is a CRAZY time, full of changes and the expectation of having it all figured out when really, it's just about starting to figure it out. No one knows what they're doing, even if it seems like it on the outside. it's terrifying, but it also means you're free to try anything and everything >:3
...and also maybe look at yourself ten years later and LAUGH at how much you thought you knew but you didn't.
(god, that doesn't stop in your twenties either, bahahaha!! <33)
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bumblingbabooshka · 1 year
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Had a dream there was an episode of Star Trek with Tuvok & T’Pel and I was literally blogging about it before I thought to myself ‘wait how did a new episode of Voyager come out in 2023?’ and then I woke up
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maskul1ne · 6 months
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she puts the femme in femme fatale. also the fatale. i mean uh-😳
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inkykeiji · 1 year
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Clari I wanna do a set of Touya-nii x reader pixel art pieces with readers of varying hair types/skin tones would it be weird if I modeled the blonde after you?
Totally not going use myself as the model for the Latina one nope not at all
first of all that is so flippin cool and i 100% support you in this!! that is such a brilliant and fun and unique idea, i love it so much! secondly OH MY GOSH please that isn’t weird AT ALL!!!!!!! i’m so so so flattered and i’d be absolutely honoured if you modelled the blonde after me 🥺🥺🥺
ps. hehehe you totally totally should use yourself as the model for the latina one i completely support you in this as well and wholeheartedly encourage you to selfship at every opportunity possible ( ◡‿◡ ♡)
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vulturevanity · 11 months
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I love that Selena is a parallel to Katarina in that they're both very dumb ladies engaged to princes they don't realize are severely head over heels for them, and the dramatic irony is that Katarina never even gets close to making this connection -- but the glaring difference is that Selena so desperately loves prince Ian that she can be manipulated into kidnapping someone for him, while Katarina is simply vibin' so hard no amount of dark magic can touch her pristine heart.
Edit: WAIT NO FUCK
The parallel works much better if we disregard romantic intentions!! Katarina loves her friends fiercely and intensely, and that includes Geordo! And she cannot let herself believe that her friends love her too, because she's too caught up on the thought that she's The Villainess, their nemesis, the one who ruins everyone's lives, the one forever doomed, to realize that she's more than a stupid girl who fails at everything! God. Okay I changed my mind, season 2 has rights
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