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manias-wordcount · 7 months

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Soft Squeezes (Howl Jenkins Pendragon)

Kinktober 2023 Day Four: Fondling

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It’s always when Howl seems to be at his absolute softest.

That’s usually when you can expect him to stick his hands underneath the fabric of your dress.

Today was one of those days. Not that you were surprised, of course. He was sleepy this morning when you woke him up with the breakfast that you and Calcifer worked to create. He was quiet as he ate, though he answered every one of Markl’s questions with the smallest of smiles on his face. When breakfast was done, he seemed to have floated around the castle. Doing what? You’re not quite sure. There are still parts of Howl that you have to admit as being a mystery still- even to you.

But what you do know is that when he crept into your sunroom and picked you up and off the couch to plop you straight down in his lap, you knew you were in for a bit of a distracting reading session. So you didn’t even frown you just barely managed to make it to the end of the chapter. You only settled into him a little more. And you smiled.

It wasn’t a smile Howl could necessarily see, but you had a feeling he knew it was there. Because all too soon, the long fingers that were tracing the neckline of your dress. Pressing the tips of his nails just barely against any pieces of exposed skin he could get his hands on. Only enough to make you shudder and shiver. And when he noticed the quiet way you fold the top of a page in the book you were trying to read, he didn’t say anymore. He just let out a warm chuckle and let you take your time in placing the book by the side of his lap. And when you finally righted yourself in his lap? Undistracted and oh-so-eager? He finally had the chance to set out and do what he wanted to do ever since wandering in to see you.

Even so, he started off slow.

He still let a finger trace your neckline a few times for good measure. Though his other hand has already just begun gently pressing the pads of each finger just beneath the very top of your dress. At first, the touch was still a little more curious than anything else. But hand tracing your neckline had just wandered down further to cup at your breast from above your clothes. Four fingers had just reacquainted themselves with the size of your chest as they scoped from below and circled around what they could. His thumb came to top it all off as it began to draw small, small circles into you. Something you doubt you would have really noticed if it weren’t for the delicate way he treated you. Even as you fidgeted and squirmed and made all sorts of soft noises as you sat on his lap.

Speaking of which, you were starting to get a little antsy. And a little bit shy too. A brush against of part of your body that was too sensitive always managed to get a shiver out of you. And the suddenness of a squeeze or a pinch or even a warm kiss to your skin was usually met with a whimper or a gasp pouring freely from your lips. Beneath you, you could feel your lover’s own arousal growing. A stiff, firmness that wasn’t always there is now pressing against your bottom. And if you wonder if it’s because touching you genuinely makes him this excited.

Or if his body can somehow sense the growing wetness that’s now making a mess of your panties right above him.

Whatever the reason may be, it doesn’t change the fact that Howl seems more than content with just playing around with your breasts. So content that when his fingers find your nipples hardening from beneath your dress and opts to give it the quickest squeeze that sends you almost jolting out of his lap, he’s quick the grab you with a free hand and keep you rooted in place.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” He murmurs into the crook of your neck. His apology is accented by a kiss against your skin as the hand that just grabbed you went from holding at your waist to spreading across the expanse of your tummy and squeezing there as well. The action bunches up your dress a little more than sitting on his lap has already. Not enough to cause major concerns if you were out in public. But just enough to raise some eyebrows now that more of the meat of your thighs was exposed for anyone to lay their eyes upon. But you know that’s now what Howl’s most interested in. Because if he was…. “You know I just couldn’t help it.”

…then why would he be so focused on pulling down the top of your dress and letting your breasts fall free from the clothes that once confined them?

And even though you know he’s doing this all for his own enjoyment and pleasure, there’s a certain feeling of embarrassment that overtakes you as you watch your chest become more exposed and bounce freely now that they’ve been revealed to all of the sunroom. But Howl doesn’t allow you for a moment to let that shyness dwell within you. It seems as if not even a part of his agenda or factored into his fantasy. No, because before you can even really blink, the hand that is not grabbing at your body and keeping you pressed against him is now spreading against your chest and grabbing. Squeezing. Feeling. Touching. Anything. Everything.

And upon his lap, you’re left squirming and shaking. Whimper and whining. Gasping out and breathing deeply as the fabric of your dress pools around you. But behind your every reaction is a man giving into his earthly temptations. A man taking the same hands that once brushed against your pebbled nipples tenderly and turning them into hands that tug and roll the sensitive little point between two nimble fingers. A man taking the same hands that gently cupped and drew shapes along your skin and turning them into hands that give a little lift just to let fall. Or to squeeze just hard enough for him to hear your voice as you sing in surprise. Or to play and play and play with all that he can touch and all that he can feel and all that he can see.

And he’ll be like this for hours. He’ll sit you on his lap and let your dress hang off your body. Leaving you half naked and all his to play with. He’ll run his fingers against your skin. He’ll be gentle and sweet. And maybe take a quick turn to poke and prod at your limits. But you’ll never have to worry about him being a little too rough with your precious body. Because on the inside and out, you know that the man you’re dealing with is a soft, soft man. A man who just so happens to want only one thing.

And it just so happens that his hands are the absolute perfect size to enjoy that very thing.

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idyllcy · 5 months

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pretty you, pretty moon - howl x reader

Howl wonders some nights what had made him fall for you.

Was it the sun in your hair as you sat in the flower field with him? Was it the moon in your eyes when you had gone stargazing with him? Or was it the way the stars seemed so much more visible with you around?

Or maybe it was the way your eyes had never been full of so much happiness around anyone else. Maybe it was the way the castle was so much more vibrant with you around.

But that didn't matter.

You rest in his bed now, hair tangled from your tossing, and Howl threads his fingers through it, pressing a gentle kiss to the tips, smile on his face almost foolishly.

How could he ever call the moon beautiful when you're right here?

You shift slightly as he chuckles, bare skin pressed to yours as you mumble something.

"love you..."

"love you too, my love."

#howl pendragon x reader #howl x reader #howl's moving castle x reader #... does this count as studio ghibli x reader #studio ghibli x reader #☾.blurbs

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 2 months

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Hi, it's Lyn. I really liked the fanfics you wrote me! Um, if it's okay, can I request a fic with Howl X female reader, where the female reader has a breakdown because her family is falling apart (parents won't talk to each other/emotionally divorced, father is distant, mother is unkind and angry, sister is always aggressive) and Howl comforts her? Things are really tough for me right now so I kinda need some comfort like that, if it's okay?

Also, um, I don't go by Lyn anymore, I go by Aoife/Angel (yeah, I'm pretty indecisive when coming up with a name)

Hi Aofie! Thank you for your request! This was actually really therapeutic to write since I've been going through a bit of a rough period as well. I hope this helps you get through this tough time. I hope you like the fic!

Fandom: Howl's Moving Castle

Characters: Howl Pendragon x gn! Reader

Word Count: 0.6k (684 words)

You sat in your room, feet hanging off the side of your bed as you tried not to cry.

You could feel the heat behind your eyes and any hopes you had of distracting yourself from your rising emotions was dashed by the fact that you could no longer see properly through the wave of tears that was just being held back.

You’d had enough.

You curled in on yourself, almost tipping off the bed in the process. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let the tears fall freely as you took great gasping intakes of breath between sobs.

You hoped crying would make you feel better but at the moment, you felt pretty awful, both mentally, physically, and emotionally.

You were so caught up in your own roiling thoughts that you didn’t hear the footsteps until the bed sunk down next to you and there was a hand rubbing your back in comforting circles.

You sniffed and, through everything, you caught the distinctive smell of Howl’s cologne. You turned to him, keeping your face lowered and planted your face in his lap, wrapping your arms weakly around his waist.

Howl brought his other hand to your head, scratching slowly at your scalp while maintaining the circles on your back with his other hand.

You weren’t sure how long you lay there, letting all of your emotions out. All you knew was that when you finally couldn’t cry anymore, there was a wet patch where your face had been resting.

Howl must have felt you stir because his hands paused and he leaned down so his mouth was closer to your ear.

“Feeling any better?” He kept his voice low and gentle.

You sniffed in response, not sure yet whether you felt any different.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

There was a long period of silence and you considered this. Just as you heard Howl take a breath as if to speak, you broke the silence.

“My family’s falling apart. My mum and dad aren’t talking to each other. My mum’s angry all the time. My dad’s distant. My sister’s aggressive.” You couldn’t stop talking now that you had opened the floodgates, “I can’t take it anymore. I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this.” With a shuddering breath, you fell back into Howl’s lap, fresh tears flowing from your eyes.

Howl resumed rubbing circles on your back. He remained quiet but you could almost hear him thinking about the right way to respond to everything you had just told him.

After another long silence, he spoke. “I’m glad you told me. My relationship with my family is quite different to yours so I won’t claim to know how you feel. But I can imagine something that I hope is close to how you’re feeling.”

Another pause. Then he leant down and pressed a kiss to your head. Keeping his lips close, he lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’m here if you need anything. Want to talk? Want to scream and cry? Want me to distract you? Anything. I’m here for you. Things will get better.”

You had stopped crying and, at Howl’s words, felt a weak smile tug at your mouth. You were grateful you had such a supportive boyfriend.

He patted your back. “Come on. Up you hop. Let me see your lovely face.”

You hesitated, almost laughing. “I’ve just been crying. I certainly don’t have a lovely face at the moment.”

“Nonsense.” Howl lifted you from his lap and, holding you by the shoulders, examined your face with loving care, “You always have a lovely face.”

Your weak smile was back, this time a bit stronger than before.

“How about we go and wash your face and I’ll make a snack for you. Then you’ll feel like a brand new person.”

You nodded, feeling how raw your face and eyes were. “That sounds nice. Thank you.”

Howl smiled, getting to his feet and holding out a hand for you. “Think nothing of it sweetheart. It’s the least I can do for the person who holds my heart.”

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nenchainzz · 8 months

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𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑

So, you like scary movies, huh?

Welcome to my first Halloween-themed Collab!

For this season of creeps and crazies, I invite you to live out all your scary fantasies...

Whether you fall for a Ghostface killer, misunderstood Werewolf, friendly Zombie, or survive an apocalypse with the character of your dreams, you are welcome.

ℜ𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰

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cosmic-waves7 · 2 years

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Hi again ksksksks it's my second time sending request to you hsjsja can i get some headcanons of Howl with a time traveler s/o? S/o is from the future~ ty!

Note: I'm a bit late but here u go babe (◡ ω ◡)

Thank you for your request!

Respectfully...

He doesn't care.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

He believes you, truly does.

But I mean if you can believe in a himbo wizard that can transform into a huge bird-like creature then I think you can believe in anything lol.

He's truly fascinated by you and asks plenty of questions

But his reaction isn't very out there, he sort of just...accepts it like on the spot?

( ╹▽╹ )

Wanna know how you first met?

You sort of crash landed directly on the castle out of no where and after collapsing into his living room the conversation sort of went like this.

"what year is it?"

"it's-"

"nevermind, clearly from the way you're dressed this is definitely not my decade."

"...excuse me?" (●__●)

He still finds that conversation hilarious.

When you chose to settle into his time period with him it just meant all the more to Howl.

You chose him. You stuck by him. Gave up your timeline for him.

And if that's not love then he doesn't know what is.

Obviously that means he'd drop anything for you just the same.

It's a two way street.

(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

When you had to blend in to match Howl's time period's clothing you would complain about all the layering and still manage to fawn over the floor length dresses that you get to wear.

He was so lost when he figured out people from your time don't really wear things he considers a staple in everyday clothes anymore.

But he found your complaining so adorable when you had to get ready everyday.

To this day you still confuse him plenty with the terms you use and certain slang you say so you've had to stop plenty of times to give explanations to your dear, sweet, clearly lost partner.

When he found out about phones he was flabbergasted.

But still extremely impressed so :D

You've got long long long stories to tell on your part and he never stops listening to them.

Markle is obsessed with you and anything you have to say or any normal day to day devices you use that he simply finds extraordinary.

( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

Since you're a time traveler you're still skipping around time periods of course.

And time and time again you'll take Howl along with your for an adventure.

Those are his favourite moments because both of you can be whoever you want the moment you've stepped into a new decade.

Just cause you can.

And he is one for the dramatics so he'll make up whole life stories not just names to fit In whatever year you've chosen to jump to for the day.

(☆▽☆)

but your home will always be in the cosy rickety castle right in Howl's arms.

Whenever it may be.

( ꈍᴗꈍ)

#headcannons #anime #fiction #fluff #howl pendragon #howl pendragon x reader #howl x reader #howl's moving castle #howl jenkins #howl #howl's moving castle x reader

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bonkers-4-hatter · 2 years

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Howl X Reader- Cinnamon Spice

You enjoyed baking for as long as you could remember. It was one of the things that really relaxed you and put you in a good mood when you’re feeling irritated. You especially enjoyed baking during the Holidays and All Hallows Eve was one of those Holidays you celebrated and baked for.

Everything from candy apples, brownies, cakes and your husband’s favorite - cookies. That’s how you both met, you worked at a bakery and you were making your special cinnamon spice cookies, something the townspeople lined up for and the smell of the cookies as they baked would make its way out to the streets, the same smell that drew the great Howl straight to you.

He was charming toward you of course, but also polite and interested in not only you, but to your thoughts, opinions and dreams. Soon after, you both started dating and getting to know each other over the course of a year and honestly the rest was history. You moved into the moving castle with him as he did his work and you started your own baking business from the comfort of your home, each city got to taste your creations and they were popular everywhere, something you always wanted.

“So, that’s why there’s a line forming outside our house,” Turning away from the next batch of cookies you were preparing, there stood your husband with a gleaming smile on his face. “I thought they were suitors after my sweetheart's heart.” Sending you a wink, he made his way around the kitchen island and wrapped his arms around you from the back. His hands skimmed along the softness of your form, he always loved how soft and plump you were, he thought it was adorable on you.

“Oh shush Howl, you know you’re the only one for me.” His deep laugh rumbled in his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “That’s always music to my ears, love.” Unwrapping his arms from your form, he grabbed an extra apron and tied it around his waist. “Now, what do you need help with (Y/N), the faster we get those delicious cookies of yours out the door, the faster I get to have you all to myself.”

Shaking your head, you tilted your head toward the oven that just dinged. “Well, if you could get those out to cool, that should cover the line that’s outside and I can close up for the day and this batch I’m making can be for us.”

Howl grabbed the glove to get the batches from the oven and instead of putting them on the cooling rack, he did a spell to instantly cool them down and the boxes were already made and magically appeared neatly in the box. Carrying the full boxes over to the door, he handed them out to those waiting for the cinnamon spice cookies. After the last one thanked Howl for the box, Howl closed the door and made his way back toward you. You were still making the cookie dough. “You know I meant without magic, right?” He waved you off as he did another wave of his hand and the dough was split into small circles and placed on the still hot sheet and was already in the oven before you could say anything else.

“I couldn’t help myself (Y/N), I was too impatient to wait, I missed you.” Turning you around, Howl cupped your soft cheeks and kissed you. He licked your bottom lip asking for entrance which you granted and before you knew it, you were up on the counter, his hands roaming your plump body, caressing your sides as the kiss got deeper, your breathing becoming ragged as your body started to heat up.

Howl pulled away for a moment to lick his lips, the taste of cinnamon lingering on his tongue as his gaze stopped upon your face, skin flushed and lips a bit bruised already. He couldn’t wait to taste even more of you, next to your famous cinnamon spice cookies, you were his favorite treat.

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imma-write-stuff · 1 year

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Howl’s Moving Castle

Headcanons

- Coming Out as Aro Ace to Howl Would Include

#howl's moving castle #howl's moving castle x reader #howl's moving castle headcanons #howl's moving castle masterlist #masterlist

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humanitieswalkingredflag · 1 year

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m a s t e r l i s t

toni - she/her - idek - former blog: @pansexualdisastermeetsdilfs (now on hiatus) - fanfic writer - reader inserts - some ships - occasional nsfw - we'll be hormonal together

[ fandoms ] -> vld (voltron legendary defenders) -> aot (attack on titan) -> hmc (howl's moving castle) -> jjk (jujutsu kaisen) -> harry potter (golden trio era + marauders + hogwarts legacy) -> starfield -> bg3 (baldurs gate 3) -> sjm universe (throne of glass, a court of thorns and roses, crescent city)

[ request guidelines ] -> requests are [open] [closed] -> nsfw requests are permitted -> if gender is not specified, I will use she/her -> I will write for certain ships -> FEEL FREE TO SEND IN ASKS -> ANONS I ADORE YOU

[ anons ] -> nothing here yet

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callie-the-creator · 7 months

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sfw. ok, but like…can you imagine a yandere!howl pendragon? i would quite literally cry if this man was obsessed with me because like…

• you can’t run away. calcifer will most likely snitch on you. after all, he is howl’s heart

• even if you think you’re safe, you’re not. howl can disguise as who he pleases—it’s just mimicking their personalities and speech that are the issue. for all you know, yandere!howl could disguise himself as some random old lady to keep a close eye on you

— before he snatches you up to take you back to the castle ofc 😌

• you already know you’re going to be sleeping in his room, right beside him. yandere!howl doesn’t want you going anywhere. he wants you to stay at the castle…with him, calcifer, markl, where he knows you’re safe

• you don’t want to see him get mad, do you? if you anger him, then you risk yandere!howl transforming into one of his creature-like forms or worse: he’ll throw a tantrum.

— and trust me when i say that it’s hard to convince him to calm down, so good luck, soldier 🫡 you’re gonna need it

• when he comes back to the castle after being gone for days on end, yandere!howl will make it his sole mission to make it up to you by giving you your favorite flowers, cooking food for everyone, pampering you in anyway he can, and giving you lots of affection (as if he doesn’t do that already)

— you will admit…it is nice seeing someone be hopelessly devoted to you the way yandere!howl is

• what can he say? he’s clingy

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magicovento · 1 year

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This is my taste in men

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blackmarketfruitrollups · 8 months

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Big Baby (Howl Pendragon X Fem!Reader)

A/N yeah this one's pretty short, sorry

Living with Howel Pendragon was nothing short of an adventure.

Between the moving castle, snippy fire demon, chaotic apprentice and melodramatic wizard, Y/N's life was rarely quiet, and never boring.

And today's adventure was picking up the pieces of a hair related meltdown.

"Come now you big baby, Sophie has apologized a hundred times about your hair!"

It had been about an hour since Howel had sprinted down the stairs shouting about his hair, and after preventing him from summoning the spirits of darkness, Y/N and Sophie had been able to haul the moping man out of the chair and up into bed. From there they had cleaned up the slimy manifestation of Howl's depressive state, much to Calcifer's relief.

And now here she was, standing in the middle of his room with her hands on her hips, scolding him for throwing such a hissy fit.

"You're a grown man and you need to act like it." She scolded. "I understand being upset, but honestly a temper tantrum was uncalled for."

He groaned, tossing his arm over his eyes before sighing out, "What use is living if I am hideous."

Y/N rolled her eyes, walking over to sit on the bed and moving his arm so she could see his entire face. Moving the hair out of his eyes, she gently cupped the side of his face with her hand, stroking his forehead with the other. She carefully coaxed him into opening his eyes, and smiled lovingly at him once he did, despite her previous frustration.

"My love I wish you could see how beautiful you are, no matter what you look like." She pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Being around you is like being bathed in sunlight, my dear. And quite frankly," she chuckled. "I quite like this new hair."

He raised a disbelieving eyebrow at her. "You do?"

"I do, darling."

"You swear it?"

"Indeed." She pressed another kiss to his forehead, drawing a smile out of him.

"Well, I guess it's not that bad." He smirked at her.

"Uh huh." She stood up and straightened out her skirt. "And now, you have someone you need to go apologize to."

"Right now?" He groaned. "Why not take a nap with me first, huh?"

"Now you baby."

#fanfiction #angst #fluff #x reader #howls moving castle #howl pendragon #howl x reader #howl pendragon x reader #studio ghibli #x female reader #x chubby reader #x plus size reader #x fem!reader

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manias-wordcount · 9 months

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Um, is playing with howls hair ok?

When You Don't Have to Think (Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 :)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You used to think the castle was such a wild and untamed thing. You used to think Wizard Howl was a terrifying and ruthless man. You used to think the world was a dark and cruel place. You used to think a lot of things.

You still do think though. You still let your thoughts wander. You let your imagination roam free. Off its leash and ready to get the two of you in more trouble than what it’s worth. But you can’t help it. You grew up on newspapers and whispers. Shelters and rumors. Militarization and fears. Your friends would tell you about one thing. One thing so scary and so frightening, you would rush home and tell your parents about the awful, dreadful news you just heard. There might have been tears. There might have been shallow breaths. They might have been shadows of the worst beasts, lurking just out of your sight as you recant what you heard to your parents. And oftentimes, they would tell you not to worry. That you’ll be fine. That you’ll be safe. But they wouldn’t tell you that your fears are unfounded. They wouldn’t tell you that your worries couldn’t come true.

You used to think a lot of things. And you still think too. But now…

“You’re falling asleep, my love. Are you sure you don’t want to lay down properly?”

…you can afford the moments where not a single thought crosses your mind. Not a single one.

“Mmm,” You let out a hum at Howl's question, but you opt not to answer it just quite yet. Your tongue has grown clumsy in your sleepy mood. Your fingers have grown quite busy with the task at hand. And your mind moves just a little slowly at his words- just barely registering the individual sounds in favor of listening to the heavenly voice that accompanies them. You didn’t realize it then, but a small smile slips on your face. A happy one. A content one. A smile that causes the kind look on Howl’s face to grow even more pleased as he looks up at you with beautiful, bright blue eyes. You smile back once more. Just a little wider. Just a little more teeth. A sight worth falling in love with. One he did many, many moons ago. “Mmm…”

You let out a yawn.

How many times have you yawned in the last minute? How many, you wonder. You can’t think of the answer. You can’t think of a lot of things. But you’re okay with that. You’re okay with Howl. And Howl is more than okay with you.

Though at your yawn, he let out a bit of a dramatic sigh. A soft sigh that brushes passes through pretty lips. A soft sigh that brushes against your own skin. But you know deep down in your heart, he’s not as exasperated as he pretends to be. And how could he be in a moment such as this one? For he’s the one who pulled you on top of him as laid down on a couch in his private study. He’s the one who wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tight when you asked if he wanted you to move. And he’s the one who asked if you could tangle your fingers in his hair. Twirling shapes from long strands as the two share little more than a few words between the hours shared.

The moments when you realize you don’t have to think anymore.

At least for a little while.

But now the sunlight that streams in from the semi-closed blinds no longer belongs to the mid-afternoon sun. No, this is the light of a sun that paints the room orange and bathes the two of you in a bright and warm-colored glow. It twists and turns and flutters away with every single creaky step the castle takes forward. But no matter what, it never leaves you. Not until it’s forced. So for now, it does everything in its power to stay. It does everything in its power for you.

It swaddles you in its comforting grasp. It’s calling your name- lulling you to sleep with every second that passes. And it fights Howl for the privilege of being the one that gets to kiss you goodnight. But you all know who’s going to win. You don’t even have to think to get this answer. You know you just know.

But your desire to keep playing with his hair is strong. Almost as strong as his adoring gaze. Almost as strong as arms around your waist. Almost as strong as his love for you. But you still find the strength inside you to keep your eyes open as you bring your pointer finger to his bangs and let it wrap around. And maybe your eyes start to droop as your hands cup up to cup his face in the gentlest of grips. At this point, it’s fair to say that it’s getting harder and harder to recover from your every blink. But you fight for the chance to tangle your fingers into his silky and let the strands fall from your hand one more time. And then one more time after that.

Was that another yawn? Hmm, it was. Your eyes are feeling heavier than usual, aren’t they? You suppose it wouldn’t hurt to close your eyes and rest your head on his chest for a couple of seconds, right? You suppose you would think something like that. If only you could think in this moment. If only you could think.

But isn’t it strange? Because you used to think a lot of things. You used to think the castle was such a wild and untamed thing. You used to think Wizard Howl was a terrifying and ruthless man. You used to think the world was a dark and cruel place. You used to think a lot of things. And sometimes, you still do think. You still think of all your fears. Of all the rumors. Of all the whispers. And you think of so much more.

But that’s why you long for these moments. That’s why you live for these moments. The moments where you can just exist. The moments where you can just smile. The moments where you can just sleep.

The moments he gives you. The moments when you realize you don’t have to think anymore.

“Rest your eyes, my dear. I’ll be here when you wake.”

At least, for a little while. A little, little while.

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scruus · 10 months

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★̶̲ [𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞]

✎ sub afab howl + dom gn amab reader notes: edging, vibrator, rope binding and blindfold, begging, rough sex, degradation, tummy bulge, mean reader, howl is possessive; part 2 of this fic.

lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ you put a spell on me - austin giorgio

Howl’s legs thrashed against the mattress, body writhing against the covers and desperate sobs turned to screams as you snatched away another orgasm from reaching him.

The pink vibrator which was covered with his dripping slick and fluids was pulled inches away from his trembling hole. Clit so red and puffy, so neglected and almost numb because of the repeated orgasm denials. Nerves on fire as his thighs quaked from the rejection.

“Oh god! please let me cum”, he cried, hands clenching into fists which rattled against the headboard, trying to overpower the ropes binding him. He couldn’t. You had laid a spell on them and they wouldn’t untie unless you said so.

Howl knew that, obviously. He was the greatest wizard of the empire! He knew all your tricks. But there was an unspoken rule between the two of you in situations like these. He will submit or you shall make him.

“You s-said you would let me!!”, needy wails so loud everyone could hear it within a few metres of your apartment. Surely, the couple next door won’t come knocking the next morning.

Your fingers trailed down his chest, dancing in rhythm and humming along to his pleas. Such heavenly music.

Slowly, they would circle around his puffy nipples and flick it. However you weren’t entirely mean! Oh no no! You would brush out the hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, or just lean over and press kisses on his quivering lips that were covered in saliva. An act of mercy maybe?

The blindfold was only preventing howl from seeing your face but every touch lingering on his body was enough to tell him of the expression. Grinning, eyes laced with a sadism only he could ever be a witness to. Something playful yet sinister. And fuck did that make his already aching clit throb!

“Aww look howl, the cloth is all wet!”, you mumbled, tracing a line along the blindfold, brows furrowing up.

“Its soaked with your pretty tears”, pouting you wiped the few droplets that were still trickling down his cheeks, a result of the consequent edging that was slowly pushing him to the tip, “-that won’t do”, you shake your head.

With shuddering breaths, “p-please i want your cock please~”, he pleaded, trying to get you to finally give in. To let him feel you buried in his warm walls after being such a good boy. Its been so long now, his entire body was furious. His insides burning with a frustrated desire you just wont allow.

“hmmm…”, you nodded, slipping your hands behind his luscious head of hair and untied the fabric with the spell, ignoring the drowsy smile tugging on his lips. Howl’s eyelashes fluttered, looking up to you seated in between his wet thighs. Shirt discarded on the floor so you could feel his stare run down your abs.

Ocean eyes trying to study smiling lips and that cocked eyebrow of yours.

His unfocused gaze lingered down to your crotch and he licked his lips, salivating. Your pants were hardly able to conceal how fucking hard you were. It looked like your shaft would rip out into the open any minute now. As if you were under the restraint of that fabric.

Chuckling softly, you unbuckled your belt and zipped down your pants. Look at how he eyes it, you squint, so eager. Reaching inside your briefs, you took your hard cock out and hissed feeling your warm hand enclosing around it.

Breathing in a whiny moan, howl’s legs closed in on one another, maybe in an attempt to rub himself. The heat was spreading under his skin and prickly bumps adorned his limbs. You didn’t even touch him yet he could feel it all. All of you. Deep in his bones.

Your leaking dick looked the prettiest in howl’s manicured, prim and proper hands but right now it was getting catered by your own. Throbbing and pulsing so much, howl could count each vein popping out along the length. His heart pounds against his chest, yearning hole clamping on nothingness.

Did you get huge suddenly? because for some reason your cock looked a bit more bigger than usual. Was it a spell? Or was howl just way beyond horny, in a realm of pure lust?

“ohhh…”, howl whined, as the thought of you stretching his cunt out, burned into his marvellous mind. All those times when you were trying to just accommodate your thick tip in at first, gently, afraid of hurting him. And then slowly pushing it all the way in until his blurry vision could see stars.

“shhh…you’ll get it if you’re a good boy”, you moaned. stroking your length up and down as pearls of pre cum dripped down on howl’s thighs. Your eyes run over his pussy lips, peeking at you and the swollen pink nub begging for attention.

Well as much as howl wanted to drool all over that fat fucking cock and take it all down his throat until he chokes on it, it was a plan for another day. For now, he just wants that hot thing ramming inside of his empty dripping cunt and his hands clinging on to you until your chest and back were decorated with pretty marks. A practice of showing everybody who (y/n) belongs to.

“daddy…untie - please”, he asked, sniffling his whimpers in and biting his bottom lip. Ah! The signature puppy look. The hidden ace up his sleeve which you can never turn away from. Come on now, he is your baby. Your perfect boyfriend. The love of your life. Doe eyes which were covered with a glassy sheen, trying to pull you in a hypnotic maze. Naive and innocent.

You will listen to him right?

You laughed, hands coming down to grip his thighs and harshly pushing them wide apart, “oh no no love, you’re not getting to touch me”, his folds being parted by your fingers while your thumb dragged across slit.

His eyes widened, lips parting in surprise, what?, a shaky breath leaving them.

“no…no no no why? whyyy??”, he cried. His arms trying to move and flail around, reaching out for you through the tied ropes, but failing to do more so than just a few jerks. He wants to touch you so bad. He wants to have your body rubbing against his. His hands scratch down your back while you kiss his lips.

“fuck wh-“, you smacked your palm across his cunt, sending jolts of pain. Howl choked out a garbled moan at the impact, head jerking back.

Did you just spank his cunt?! You never did that before!

“Shut the fuck up bitch”, you spat as your palm slapped his clit again, the other pushing his leg down and refusing to let them close in on reflex to the stinging pain. “You think I would listen to you after you were fingering yourself out in the living room like some slut?”, another smack. Howl’s cries upped a pitch as his hips stuttered, tingles firing up in his poor bud.

Fuck it felt so good when you degraded him and roughed up his dripping pussy like the dirty whore he was. His face was a flaring red, eyes all hazy and prickling with a new set of ready-to-spill tears.

“What if my friends had come in with me? huh?”, you scowled, getting annoyed at the thought, “but lets be real, you would have actually liked that wouldn’t you howl?”

Howl nods in response, those glassy tears streaming down his rosy cheeks while his chest heaves up and down. His pulsing hole getting wetter with each passing second and his mind, a foggy mess.

“Would have liked to be fucked by your daddy in front of everyone and bred like a greedy cockwhore? wouldn’t you?”. Oh shit. Shit shit shit. You were breaking his mind now.

You slipped the tip of your cock against his pretty folds, sliding it up and down between his pussy lips and wincing in pleasure. Howl lets out a relieved moan, drawn out and debauched, when he finally can feel your dick flat against his hungry cunt. His hips were trying to buck up but your arm was keeping them down. Whimpers getting more desperate and excited.

“in..in..in…put it in”, he babbled, wriggling against the ropes trying to get further friction on his swollen bud with the help of your dick. He whimpered in pain, eyes shutting close when you slapped his thigh, “again? didn’t i tell you to shut up?”.

Nodding and muttering sobbing sorrys, he pleads. His voice now a hushed purr. Blood thumping in his ears because of the drawn out denial. At the verge of losing his mind. Why were you being so mean?!

A depraved shriek escaped his lips the moment you went inside him. In one single thrust. No warning, no gentleness and no care. Just a straight up merciless enter. His tight pussy lips struggling to ease around your thick shaft, the burn of his ripping cunt tipping over the bucket of arousal in his stomach. And so he came.

Hips jerking up and his hot insides clenching down on your cock so hard, you thought it would break. Choked moans from his throat while his entire body twitched, his head tilting back. A spray of water covered your abs, your eyes widening. He had squirted the moment you pushed inside him.

“holy fuck…”, you panted looking down at the mess. This was so hot. Shivers running up your body. Your fingers digging into his supple marked up thighs. But you were far from done.

Lifting his legs on your shoulders, you began hammering your dick inside his sopping warm cunt. You smelled your favourite scent on his ankles. Lavender. Did he put perfume on his ankles?

Did he know you would fuck him like this?

You grinned and flicked his nub with your fingers, intensifying the stimulation. A look of pornographic bliss on his face. His cute little cunt swallowed your dick all up from the tip to base like some cheap whore. There were sounds of filthy squelching paired with hips smacking against each other, hard and rough.

Howl shook his head, legs kicking up in the air but your gripping hold kept them in place. Staining red marks on the blank canvas of his beautiful lower limbs.

The bed creaked with each merciless pump inside, not slowing down for a second. Not even letting him adjust around your hard, throbbing length. Just splitting him open brutally, working him wide and full. His hands scratched at the headboard, trying to support himself.

Howl was brainless at this point. Just a flesh-light for you to pound in. Eyes watering and rolling back so hard, he could see nothing but a dark looming vision. Hiccuping moans accompanied with loud sobs to ‘slow down’, he was gonna cum again.

“so big, bigggg~”, his cunt was burning, you were stretching him out so much, it was ungodly. Sinful. Absolutely lewd. Your dick was forcing his walls to shape around you. It felt so full. Forcing him to fit you like a glove, because you belong in there. Its your own. “Take. It. All”, your demands bending his soul over.

Howl is for you to own. He belongs to you. His filthy tender hole, his round ass, his adorable perky nipples, his plush and soft lips, they all belong to you. And you belong to him.

He could feel you all in him, marking your claim. The outline of your dick making its bold show every time you pounded inside and it took every ounce of your moral will to press your weight down on it because if you did, you knew howl would come almost immediately.

Rutting into him like someone in heat, driven by a maniac lust, ignoring his screams. “oughhh g-god shhtop”, he slurred, choking on his saliva. He was hardly able to make out his own voice. Body all hot, like someone had pushed him into a vault of fire with you.

But everything was so damn addictive. Every thrust, every vein rubbing along his walls, every twitch of your tip and your rough palms rubbing his clit. It was so deliriously perfect that it made howl break out into a crazed smile.

Thats it, fuck me like am your cocksleeve. Your cumdump. Fill me, mark me up, break every part of me. I am yours, you are mine.

He was loving that hint of pain in his loins. It was mixed with pleasure. And a lot of love hidden beneath lust. It was a recipe of a drug only you two knew of.

“oh fuck…am close”, you moaned, leaning forward to place your lips on howl’s. Bending his knees till they were right beside his head. You lapped up his drool, pushing your tongue in him while howl continued to whine inside your mouth. He adores you so much.

Your tip was kissing his cervix, in so deep its like you were all up in his head. Plaguing his mind. You were definitely fucking a baby into his womb at this rate. Which, surprisingly, made howl jittery.

“ouhh ha-harder!!”, his wails riled you up. The coil in his stomach tightened again as his release felt near. And you understood from the way his voice increased in decibel. Girlish, high pitched moans spilling from his mouth. So obscene.

You swing an arm under his back and he moved into you, his back arching. Your gut felt heavy and close, clenching inside. “B-Breed me~”, he begged and that’s all it took.

You spilled into him. Emptying every inch of your cum deep inside him, till his tummy was swelling up and he could feel it all moving inside. Some of it trickled down, leaking out, and pooling in the already wet patch of the bed.

A strangled moan left his mouth the moment you came undone and his legs jerked on your shoulders. Toes curling because of the shattering sensation. His milky white body trembling in your arms, soft to touch but ruined from the inside. Falling apart in front of you. But that was fine. You would always be there to catch him.

Your head felt dizzy. A known indicator that you came alot. It happens rarely but it wasn’t something too weird.

Within a few seconds you could feel his breaths relax, returning to the easy and lazy routine he always has. Your dick was still sheathed inside him because you knew all your sticky cum would gush out of his gaping hole and then you would have to rush him to the bathroom. As all good lovers should.

But this moment felt too intimate. You wanted it to last for a bit longer. Eyes gazing at his swollen bruised lips and then running back to his eyes. A bit red and still tearful. But they were sparkling. His blue eyes were whispering praises to you.

You muttered a spell and his hands came untied. Landing on your shoulders.

Sweeping a strand of hair behind his ears, you rub his cheek. “Am sorry, i went too rough”, you pout, a feeling of remorse building up in you before you hear his chuckles. Raspy but still adorable.

“I can barely talk right now but-”, he sighed, “-I need to tell you that I loved it”.

“I love you darling”, he pressed a kiss on your lips, bringing his forehead down on yours. “My lovely darling”, mumbling with affection, he pulled you into a warm embrace.

“I love you sweetheart”, you smiled against his lips before taking him in a deep kiss again.

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blue-sadie · 5 months

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A Thing Of Beauty

Imagine:

Being howls wife and having to console him after Sophie's mistake causing his hair to change color and your only way of calming him down is sitting next to him as he layed on his bed speaking to him softly.

"You are not hideous howl, you are amazing and beautiful you make the men jealous as you walk past and as much as I hate it girls fall in love with you at just a glance, a little change won't change that"

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cosmic-waves7 · 10 months

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Jealousy, Jealousy.

Note: I tried Smth new w howl, pls pls lmk if u like it cuz I was half asleep as I typed this out (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

He's jealous.

It was only a quick pitt stop at the Wizard Pendragon's shop (one of Howl's many aliases) that set it all off.

A calm morning for the Pendragon's moving household was set to start and the shop needed a bit of upkeep as customers were running dry. So with the creaky floorboards all swept up and Calcifer warned to not misbehave, the clock-like magical device that hung next to the door signalled with a resounding ding and a switch in colour indicating where the castle had teleported to.

There was a long day ahead but you couldn't be more pleased.

As the hours went on Howl worked in rhythm with you as tinkering laughter was heard throughout the shop and bubbling mixtures were stirred harmoniously in cauldrons. There was a calm air to your love as he flitted around you with hands briefly coming to couch and maybe even teasingly squeeze at your hips as he passed.

"Pass me the dandelion leaves ?", He asked while focusing on the lilac fluid seeping from the side of the potion bottle he was pouring into.

You nodded with a kiss atop his freshly midnight-dyed hair - courtesy of sweet Sophie, you know she didn't mean it but you couldn't thank her more for the darkened charcoal colour that had seeped into his golden locks- and off to the ingredients section you went muttering past bottles of all sorts.

Coming back empty handed with no dandelion leaves in sight you let your eyes wander to his sprawled out form in the chair by the fire, Howl only looked up and smiled a bit disappointedly before getting to his feet and tugging on his boots.

You could already see long black feathers creeping out his cloak, predicting his speedy mode of transport for the errand.

"I'll be back in a moment sweetheart, not to worry. Markle will take care of everything."

Knowing full well the small child would've dosed off by now as he'd left to play in the fields while you both worked, you were left to manage the quaint store while Howl flew out for after a dizzying kiss goodbye and mumbles of bringing you wildflowers to carefully twist into your hair.

Then and only then did a customer decide to come in.

He was a polite young man, easily flustered and a soldier of the royal palace you noted due to the bluish uniform donning his slightly hunched physique.

He was nervous.

You grinned trying to ignore his demeanour so that maybe the pink in his cheeks would lessen.

"Ma'am, the queen has requested for a simple sleep draught from the makings of your shop.", He coughed, "please." came soon quickly after he'd recollected himself and pulling at the yellowed buttons holding his vest together.

You hid your smile behind the worn glove that your sweet partner had embroidered a pathetic attempt of a small daisy onto which you very much cherished, it felt like you were talking to a mouse rather than a fully grown man.

"Why of course."

The man...boy even, settled into a lone seat to watch you set up, eventually gaining courage to invite you into bubbly conversation that you found very boring very fast hence weren't all too interested in so short sugared-up answers were all he received.

The 'banter' he thought he was receiving on your end was honestly faked curiousity.

It seemed he was quite dim. Too dim for your liking.

His puny attempts to indirectly flirt were unoriginal and simply unwelcome.

Just as you were starting up your potion with another lame probe on the topic of the weather about to leave the man's mouth, your beloved hurriedly came in. Cheerily he was chattering on about a bird he'd been able to fly up close to in in his bird-like form.

"Oh, you should have seen it's-", Howl interrupted himself to stare at the man sat atop the brass stool across your apothecary tabletop, "feathers?"

His demeanor immediately switched.

Gone was the gentle, patient magician you were so accustomed to. There stood an intimidating wizard and he oddly felt much taller, much more powerful than a split second ago.

This was the Howl Pendragon you'd only ever heard about through word of mouth, not the one that childishly insisted to cuddle up on your ill-fitted couch or cast silly spells to jokingly make your hair stick up in different directions.

No. This was a whole different feel of a person and it seemed like the magic was almost spilling out of him in waves, you could almost taste it's electric crackling force in the air.

He felt more confident, cocky, ready to rip into this poor man down to his basic self-worth.

You liked it.

His lips twitched.

"Darling, who is this?"

Howl's voice was always deep and smooth as silk, just as it was right now, yet you were no fool and could pick up on the the roughened edges of his tone.

But it seemed like the young soldier took no notice of the emotional state of the suddenly very upset wizard in his presence. He only turning around to bow deeply in respect while stuttering out a greeting and an explanation of his presence.

Howl only had a curt nod to give as a reply and you could tell he wasn't very ecstatic have a new face in here.

If he could roll his eyes at the 'competition', they'd roll all the way to the back of his head to see his brain.

The next few minutes were tense as he only grinned tightly and came to your side to place a very domineering palm on your corseted waist pulling you in closer to his warm body, sending a clear message.

"I'm sure you've got this one little potion down love?", He said with his eyes sharply glancing to the young man that had very clearly receded back into his shell at this point.

Howl didn't even need to say a word, didn't even need to properly look at the guard for him to metaphorically back away. But of course he had to ensure he got his point across, so what else could he do but dip down to deeply kiss your lips, he was only seconds away from basically pushing his tounge into your mouth if you didn't stop his dramatic live-performance.

Nodding satisfied with himself, you huffed whispering 'show off' while he stepped back to tend to his dandelion-leaf-less potion.

You couldn't even look up at the barstool your customer sat on anymore with the intense blush covering your face and you could only imagine the agony of embarrassment he was going through.

With the potion sealed up and a-way-over-the-actual-price bag of coins thrown at the counter, he promptly escaped out the door not even bothering to check for any change.

Shrugging you turned back to glare at Howl who was innocently blinking into space.

"Was the last part really necessary."

He slowly smirked, tendrils of his magic swirling past your shoulders.

"Whatever do you mean?"

You quickly found yourself within his grasp, pressing kisses to your knuckles as an apology.

You knew he wasn't sorry at all.

Loud laughter could be heard from a distance as Calcifer moved the castle along to wherever your hearts desired.

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4izawas · 11 months

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— 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 ; 𝐡. 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: his skin was soft beneath your fingertips…

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— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

soft sighs of pleasure ring through the room as rain pelts against the nearby window. warm hands, so lithe and pretty and well-manicured, fist in silk sheets as the knot in the tummy of the man they belong to begins to draw tighter as ecstasy approaches.

“o-oh — oh, oh-!” he whines, his hips bucking up slightly into the warmth of your touch. “yes — just l-like that!”

his desperate cries are music to your ears — you’d spent several hours in his bed at this point, playing the ever-talented musician to the ravishing instrument that was his body. your fingers had danced across his skin so perfectly, pressing and scratching and caressing the spots you knew to be the most sensitive to you, and the noises the actions had earned you were worth more than gold.

even now your knowledgeable hands toy with the hot, hardened length of his cock, your fingers curled in a loose fist to jerk at his most sensitive flesh while your thumb teases his tip with the expertise of a seasoned whore. short-shrill cries and deep groans accompany his desperate pleas for you to let him finish, and you smile as you overlook the mess of a man that you had created.

you’d always found him more beautiful this way than any other, no matter how handsome he may have been in his coat and suits; no, him on his back for you while crying out your name to the walls of your shared bedroom as you lapped up his release despite his sensitivity was always much preferred.

“howl, my darling,” you murmur softly, and he lets out a wordless whine and forces his head up from where he’d had it thrown back against his pillows with his hair fanned out around it like a halo in order to look at you through tear-lined eyes. “cum for me.”

he throws his head back again now as the words hit him, his back arching up off the bed beautifully as his orgasm rolls over him. a long, drawn-out cry of your name leaves his lips and the tears he’d been fighting off finally fall. a wicked part of you relishes the look of them rolling down his cheeks; whenever you had time to fully take him apart this way, you always strove to bring him to tears in one way or another. unfortunately for both of you, he was usually far too busy to take days like today off to spend with you, much less spend hours of his time with you pulling him apart and putting him back together again.

you gaze up at his ecstasy-ridden form through hooded eyes from your place between his spread legs, watching the way his chest heaved and his mouth fell open as he called your name. a smile lifts the corners of your lips upwards as you watch him fall apart, your eyes shining as the arch of his back softens as he slowly comes back down to lie flat against the bed. his chest still rises and falls dramatically with each heavy breath, and his taut stomach shines with the thick, pearlescent wetness of his release. his thighs tremble, and his hips rut upwards ever so gently — the motions are more twitches than any manner of thrusts, and they amuse you to no end as his breathing goes staggered as he comes down this time from his high. he’d been coasting the waves of pleasure for nearly forty seconds now — not an all time high by any means, but still quite impressive.

“easy, darling, that was a big one,” you coo softly, your voice a mixture of comfort and teasing mockery. he whines in mock annoyance, casting an arm over his eyes to block out the sight of your playful smile.

“don’t be mean to me!” he complains, his voice still breathy and light. you just chuckle, climbing up the length of his body before stopping to carefully straddle him, none of your weight on him as you pull his arm from where it lay on his face so you could look down at him.

your eyes meet, and you find yourself drowning in the deep depths of blue that gazed up at you, still misty with arousal and sparkling with curiosity. “beautiful,” you find yourself murmuring, and his cheeks pinken slightly.

“i know i am,” he says in mock pride, feigning whatever haughtiness he could in order to avoid you teasing him more for letting such a simple compliment get to him — he was a vain creature, after all, he knew that better than anyone.

“you can’t fool me, sweetling,” you purr instead, making his eyes widen ever so slightly and his adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard when you lean down over him. your noses are almost touching, and there’s a wisdom in your eyes that he can’t deny — your knowledge of his thoughts, his habits, and everything that made him himself shines back at him, and he curls his toes a little instinctively as a familiar heat once again curls in his belly.

you lift a hand and brush the backs of your knuckles across his jawline, and he melts into you like the finest honey does so into a fresh cup of tea; the wizard beneath you was putty in your hands as usual, and ready for another round once again.

“t-take me,” he stutters through a sighs, “please. use me again, treat me like your plaything — y/n, i need it.”

you smile.

“as you wish.”

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