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g-xix · 4 months

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This might be a strange request but I was watching the new ItalianBach video with Alex, Cam and Arthur and I thought it was really funny and cute that a few times Arthur was like “wait I actually kind of like this.” I was wondering if you could do a little blurb or something with Arthur x Reader where the reader is scratching his back or his scalp or something and basically doing asmr on him without him realizing it’s asmr and teasing him abt the fact he likes it?

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I normally take YEARS replying to oneshot reqs but this is so cute i litr banged this up in a DAY which isn't too bad... it is quite a short little blurb (great word btw) tho, but i hope you and everyone else reading enjoys nonetheless, anon!

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-just like sorta casually hanging about in Arthur's flat, j chilling n spending time together...

-You're lying across the sofa w ur legs spread across the cushions n Arthur's body on top of yours, cushioned between your legs and on his phone- switching between playing online chess and watching TikToks whilst waiting for his opponent to make the next move

-Your hand just sort of finds itself on his head after a bit, fingers just finding a path through his hair n moving only a little bit...

-"What're you doing?" Arthur mumbles, not moving to get you off, just intrigued with what exactly you were doing whilst he couldn't see you

-"I'm just massaging your head." You hummed, leaning your own head back to relax whilst your fingers threaded through his hair. "Do you want me to stop?"

-"...No, I don't think so." Arthur sounded unsure of himself, bringing a small chuckle from you as you continued your actions inattentively.

-Whilst you were lounging and happily relaxed, Arthur found himself... not agitated, but completely defenceless to how nice it felt. It felt like getting his hair done, but so much gentler and more soothing...

-He felt uncomfortable in how he was sat - he just wanted to lie down and sprawl out - relax all of his limbs and let his head fall limp against you whilst you just ran your hands over his head juuust like that...

-Yet Arthur didn't say a thing in not wanting you to stop what you were doing or think he was odd- or make him explain- or something trivial and unnecessary like that. No, instead he just closed his eyes briefly and savoured that way your fingers ran through his hair, fluffing and messying it. And as Arthur closed his eyes, he only felt more, particularly noticing the way your fingertips seemed to press into the back of his head, right where he had a headache- circling ever so slightly and seeming to chase the achy points away

-It was only when you absent-mindedly drummed your fingers over Arthur's scalp when you noticed Arthur's responses to your touch

-Withdrawing your arm from over your eyes (previously serving as an eyemask for you to rest), you realised that Arthur had literally had a whole-body shiver at what you'd done; drumming your fingers one by one over his scalp

-"Holy shit, sorry, are you okay?" You retracted your hand back from Arthur hastily, though your brows raised in even more surprise as he let out a near whine as you moved back(!) "Arthur...?"

-"Do that again please," He whimpered, the note of desperation on his voice drawing a slight laugh from your voice.

-"What, this?" You drummed each finger over his scalp again with a grin, his neck ticking as he let out a slight groan, drawing a full laugh from your chest, throwing your head back as well. "Is this your equivalent of ASMR?" You teased, seeing a pink flush rise up to Arthur's neck from behind as he stuttered a-

-"M-maaaybe..." In reponse before rushing, "Pleasedon'tstopthough-" which only drew another hearty laugh from you, your fingers reconnecting to Arthur's head nonetheless and messaging over his scalp and running your fingers though his head.

-"Sure I won't," You mumbled in response after a while, smile still on your face. "As long as you're not enjoying it too much..."

-"Too late," Arthur joked in response before hastily grabbing a cushion and pretending to cover his crotch with it with joking heavy breaths.

-A snort left your mouth, grabbing the pillow from besides you to whack him around the back of his head, laughing as you lovingly replied "Shut up and play your chess, neeky", threading your fingers back through your head and going back to sleeping whilst playing with his hair, un-wipeable smile plastered onto your face as you did... <33

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Hang on, j found this whilst scrolling pinterest for a good ATV pic:

THAT'S FUCKING ITALIAN BACH??!?!?!? HE'S HOT?!?!?!?? Istg this new chaos crew squad is acc so leng: ATV, G Clarkey, ItalianBach, Cam, fuckin' even Alex... Bloody hell, absolute sexy demons if i say so myself (as a definite (😬) sexy demon)

Hope you enjoyed reading!! Feel free to interact- whether that be a comment, vote or follow! Requests open, feel free to submit what u wanna see... Much love!!

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i-am-a-l0st-gh0st · 6 months

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I wanna be your favourite boy- Kaveh x Gn!reader Flufftober

I wanna be the one who makes your day, the one you think about as you lie awake T/w- Mentions of alcohol, reader gets flirted with by someone whos, not Kaveh, pet name (from Kaveh and another guy (love, cutie)) Summary- You are about to go get drinks when a man tries to flirt with you.

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Sounds of laughter filled the tavern as the 5 of you were drinking. Kaveh clung on to you like a child to a teddy bear. Alhaitham sat beside the two of you drinking his alcohol in moderation. Cyno was drunk and Tighnari was trying his best to stay sober for Cyno.

Kaveh was in the middle of a story about his latest project and shitting on Alhaitham for the other half.

"He bought the ugliest thing the other day. This little statue. Oh my Archons! Alhaitham it's so-"

"Kaveh it's perfectly fine your overacting."

"Perfectly fine?! It's far from-"

You tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear.

"Kaveh, calm down."

He sighed and tried to calm down. You were one of the only people who were able to do that. Kaveh rested his head on your shoulder, he was almost completely drunk at this point. He was adorable when he was drunk though. The way he clung to you like you were gonna leave any second.

You stood up from your chair excusing yourself from the group. You walked up towards the bar, before hearing someone walk up behind you. You turned around to see a tall man with a muscular build much like Alhaitham. But only this man didn't have grey hair, but brown hair.

"What's someone like you doing here." He smirked at you.

"I'm not here alone."

"Sure sure I've heard that lie before."

You turned around just trying to get Yours and the group's drinks, but probably a bad idea. He grabbed your waist, pulling you closer.

"Do you mind?!" You tried to get out of his grip. He let go eventually, but still continued to flirt with you.

"Oh come on cutie~ you're a cute guy/girl/person."

"I have a boyfriend."

"Sure sure."

Before he could say anymore Kaveh appeared behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Kaveh glared at him before moving closer to him and wrapped his arms around you. The guy seemed to get the message. He backed away towards his group of friends who all laughed at him for getting rejected. Kaveh had a sad look on his face, he must've felt bad he wasn't there to protect you

"My love, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm just glad he pissed off."

He only hugged you tighter. Once he finally let go, you grabbed your drinks and returned to the group. No one spoke of what happened, no one wanted to ruin the night even more than it was.

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moonchildstyles · 9 days

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for the rockstar/groupie trope maybe he just notices she goes to a lot of his concerts and it starts there? i feel like it’s not predatory! just like noticing her and maybe he bump into her on the street after a show or smth? and she gets starstruck??? u got me thinkin abt it lol 🤭

WAIT........BESTIE WAIT......THIS......THIS IS SOMETHING..........I MAY HAVE TO HANG ONTP THIS U ARE SO SMART

#sleepyhollands #anon #ask #inspo #I was picturing this as a single oenshot but this could be a tiny series perhaps like a mini......#this is....I enjoy thank u

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kittysarchive · 15 days

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Can I request a yandere Chan oenshot where his girl is pregnant and she starts having pregnancy issues (she gets pregnancy Diabetes)

I'm currently pregnant and I've been having really bad swollen issues it hurts to walk because of it

Boy or Girl??!!! *I've never ad kids so I did look into this but sorry if it isn't quite right

Another wave fatigue washed over your tired body. Laying on the couch, you felt like this was the end. Having a controlling boyfriend who rarely let you out.... did not go well with your health and pregnancy.

"C-Chan I need to see a doctor" You cry out to Chan. At first hearing your complaints annoyed him, that was until you fainted the other day.

"Baby you went out yesterday" Chan declared, making his way over to you, placing a strong hand on your stomach. He cared more about your baby then he did for you. Fighting inside his mind, he didn't want his baby to die...

"We'll go to the hospital" If he had a choice he would just take the child, however you hadn't given birth yet. Helping you up, you were walked outside to his car.

"If this is some way for you to escape..." Chan questioned. You eyes widen, you were not faking this.

"I promise I wont try to escape" You winced, feeling the need to pee. You knew you would have to hold it. Throughout the drive to the hospital, Chans mood changed.

"I cant wait for my girls to be healthy" Placing a comforting hand on your shoulder his love for you showed. Not ruining his mood, you continued his sick mood swings.

"She can't wait to meet daddy" You ignored your crave for water as Chan pulled up to the hospital.

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hyunsvngs · 5 months

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https://twitter.com/chronosung/status/1731719092300603883?t=_Fc2lu5iorAdxrkbKdd92w&s=19

Jisungie's hands are so big...

Here on my "Jisung Finger You Until You Pass Out And Squirt All Over His Hands and Face" Agenda

ANON i swear to god i will write a full stoned oenshot rn of jisung fingering u til u squirt i'm GASSED... I'M GAGGED I NEED IT

#juno’s asks ♡#sweet baby anon #asks: jisung

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batboysoneshots · 3 months

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Hide and seek marathon

Summary: The Batboys decide to have a hide and seek marathon to see who could hdie the longest, their seeker being Bruce who doesn't know they are playing a game and is jsut trying to find his wayward sons.

Third person pov...

Deep in the halls of the Wayne Manor, the Batboys were up to their usual mischievous antics. Richard, Jason, Tim, and Damian, all clad in their makeshift Batman costumes, were planning on having a hide and seek marathon in the vast and dark mansion.

It was a game they had played countless times before, but this time, they wanted to see who could hide the longest.

The boys had set their sights on their strict and stern father, Bruce, as the seeker.

They knew he would be so engrossed in his work that he wouldn't even realize they were playing a game. Plus, they wanted to show off their stealth skills to the one and only Batman.

They had secretly made a bet amongst themselves, and the winner would get to choose the movie for the next movie night. Richard, being the oldest and the most seasoned in hide and seek, was confident that he would be the ultimate champion.

Jason, on the other hand, was determined to prove himself and wanted to win.

Tim, the brains of the group, had already strategized on the best spots to hide in the mansion.

While Damian, with his signature smirk, just wanted to have fun and make his brothers' lives difficult.

With everything in place, the boys scattered around the mansion, eager to begin the game. Richard found a hiding spot in the study, while Jason opted for the secret passageway behind a bookshelf.

Tim squeezed himself into a small cabinet in the kitchen, and Damian disappeared into the vast Wayne Manor library.

Bruce, being a devoted father, had already noticed the absence of the boys and started searching for them.

He had no idea they were planning to hide from him, and he was worried that they might have gotten into some kind of trouble.

As he searched every room, the boys couldn't contain their excitement, waiting for Bruce to find them.

But to their surprise, he wasn't looking for them. He was genuinely worried and wanted to make sure his boys were safe.

Richard couldn't believe it. His plan was backfiring, and he might lose the bet to Jason. Tim was getting anxious, and Damian was getting restless, ready to give up and reveal their hiding spots.

Just when all hopes seemed lost, Damian found the perfect hiding spot in the attic. It was an old wardrobe filled with dust and cobwebs, and he was sure Bruce would never find him there.

Meanwhile, Bruce's search for his boys had led him to the attic, and as he was about to give up, he noticed the dust particles in the air moving.

He followed the trail and found Damian, who was trying his best not to sneeze.

Bruce couldn't help but smile at his youngest son's determination to win the game. He asked Damian where the others were, and he eagerly pointed him in the right direction.

One by one, Bruce found the other boys, and they couldn't believe that he had found them all so quickly. They thought they were experts at hide and seek, but Bruce had proven them wrong.

As they regrouped in the living room, Bruce asked them about their game, and they explained the bet they had made. He couldn't help but laugh at their antics and their competitiveness.

Bruce decided to join in on the fun, and they played hide and seek for the rest of the day. They had so much fun that they completely forgot about the movie night bet.

In the end, they all agreed that Bruce was the ultimate champion, and he got to choose the movie for the night. As they huddled together, enjoying their family movie night, the boys realized that the real winner was everyone as they got to spend time together as a family playing hide and seek.

The end!

Hope you liked this oenshot, sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count : 703

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shmolish · 19 days

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Idol prune juice x fan reader

AN: I don't know why, but I feel like Prune would be the guitarist in a band.

Idol! Prune Juice x Fan! Reader

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Warnings: none

-Blush-

Prune Juice, being an idol, is a very busy person. Therefore, you two don't always get to spend time together. Even when you do, it's usually indoors or some place away from public view since Prune Juice's contract says he isn't allowed to have romantic relationships.

That never stopped him though.

There was nothing that could ever get in-between him and his most beloved.

In the current moment, he was attempting to teach you the basics of guitar.

"So, you'll want to position your hand like this."

Prune Juice had been showing you these things for the last hour now.

"Prune.. we've been doing this for ages! Can we do something else?" You asked with a bored expression on your face.

"You asked for this," he said with an irritated expression.

"I know but, I don't wanna learn anymore..."

"Then you'll have to make up for wasting my time." He leaned his guitar against the wall and crossed his arms.

"What-? That's not fair."

"It is. You use an hour of my time, I use an hour of yours. A simple exchange, really," Prune Juice explained.

"Okay then... how do you want to use my time?"

Prune Juice smiled before laying his head in your lap.

"I don't really care. So long as I'm doing something with you," He'd say.

Prune Juice looked up at you with those gorgeous blue eyes. You're sure that there aren't a pair more beautiful than his throughout the entire world...

"Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" You asked with a sweet smile.

His face would glow a bright crimson, and he didn't say anything for a while.

"You have.."

You couldn't help but chuckle slightly. Prune Juice wasn't one to normally get flustered.

Okay, that might have been a small lie.

Prune Juice gets flustered at the smallest of compliments, though he still denies it all the same.

"Ah, you're so cute when you blush!"

Prune Juice got off of your lap and glared at you.

"I am not even blushing!"

"Oh you aren't? My bad~" You were still laughing.

He crossed his arms and began to sulk. "You're such a riot.." He'd say.

"But you love me <3"

He sighed.

"Unfortunately."

《☆》 Fin

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junggunz · 6 months

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hi pookie so liek WHEN I FIRST SAW TJE NEW DG AND JICHANG FIC I TELL YOJ MY JAW FUCKING DROPPED LIKE OH MY FICKING GOD I REREAD IT ON A DAILY BASIS BECAUSE ITS JS SO LIEK?? ADDICTING WJAT I SWEAR BRO I GO THROUGJ YOIR PROFILE LIKE ATLEAST ONCE A WEEK TO REREAD ALMOST EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOIR WORKS BC ITS JUST SO GOOD WTF😭😭😭😭💕💕🥰🥰🥰

can’t wait fir yoir future drabbles ir oenshots or fica or wjatever its claled fr❤️❤️

-dg anon💕💕❤️❤️💞💞🥰🥰

YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THAT. THANK U FOR BEING A DAY ONE SHAWTY AND READING MY SILLY LITTLE FANFICS.

#dg anon 💕#answered

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commanderbuffy · 10 months

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We deserve the adoption oenshot

Remind me about this ask in like 5 weeks

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allywritesforfun · 3 years

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Hello! We use the same pronouns! Also, I absolutely love your work darling (is it alright if I call you that?) I was hoping I could request some established relationship Will fluff? Just domestic stuff, like going grocery shopping or cooking dinner. All the love! <3

ayoooo that's so cool! thank you for the compliments, it makes my heart go brrrr. and literally call me whatever you want im good with anything! thank you so much for the request! I never got a chance to do it for the event so its been on my mind forever!

{Ikea} Wilbur Soot x Reader

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"Oooh! What about this!" You pulled Wilbur by the hand to a sitting room display. "I really like the wicker chairs! They look so comfortable!"

Wilbur shook his head, "Those chairs are half our budget. No."

You pouted, "Please, Wil! Just run seven ads next time! That's what Sapnap does!"

"I'm not running ads so that you can have some wicker chairs that don't even match the living room. We are here to get a new sofa, that is it," He reminded you.

Unluckily for Wilbur, the sofas were in the very back of the store, right before the clearance section. It took awhile to actually get back there.

At first, Wilbur thought your curiosity was cute and adorable. You would get so excited over the ridiculously priced furniture that you had to put together, remind you. It wasn't your fault though, it was Ikea's. They had so many interesting things to build, it was adult Legos!

Eventually, Wilbur got fed up with you running off, "Just hold my hand okay?"

You smiled at him, "Okay Mr. Simpbur..."

He huffed, "I am not being a simp right now, I am simply keeping you near me so that way you don't find something and make my pockets hurt."

"Fine..." You gave up your hand to him in defeat and let him lead the way.

You tried a few times to run off and look at some tables, they did have really neat designs, but Wilbur kept a firm grip and made sure you stayed by his side.

He was hesitant to let go when you arrived at the sofas; however, he still had a little trust in you and let go. Besides, you were finally looking at things that you could buy.

"What shape are you thinking?" Wilbur asked you.

"Why are you asking me?" You tilted your head towards him. "It's your house and you're paying. I'm just here to spend time with you."

"Do you really think that?" He asked.

You nodded, "Well yeah. I did move in with you after all, and kinda quit my job because I had to move so far..."

"Don't think like that," He begged. "This is our home. We share everything now. I wanted you here because you're gonna be at the house more than I am. I wanted to make sure you had something you liked to lounge on."

You blushed, "O-Oh. Well um, I think if we want to have friends over we should get a bigger size. Maybe an L sofa?"

"Yeah sure!" Wilbur agreed, "That's a good start!"

You jumped on a nice white one, "This one looks elegant!"

Wilbur ran his hand across the arm, "I don't think white is a good choice. I drink too much to have something white. Let's go find a darker colored one."

Wilbur sat down on a dark brown leather sofa, he patted the spot next to him, "Whatcha think?"

You sat down and immediately sunk far down, "This is way too soft, and the stitches feel weird to me. I think we need a softer fabric."

To speed up the process, you and Wilbur started at different ends of the rows. There was tons to go through and eliminating them was easy. After every evaluation, you two looked at each other and shook your head.

You eventually met Wilbur in the middle, how ironic. Wilbur was the first to sit down, "Oh I like this one, come have a sit."

You sat down next to him, "Oh yeah this is nice!"

Wilbur put his arm around you and pulled him closer to him, "Imagine this, love. I just got done streaming, and you've been waiting all day for me to come back. I open the door and dive onto this couch and get all snuggled up to you like I am now." Wilbur pretended to grab something next to him, "I take the remote and turn on your favorite Disney movie, and eventually we fall asleep."

You smiled, "All because of this sofa?"

"All because of this sofa," He confirmed. "You wanna get it?"

You nodded, "I do."

Wilbur pulled you off of the sofa and grabbed its identity card, "Let's go check this out then."

You hung onto his elbow as he led you up front to the checkout. You looked around and slowed down. Wilbur turned his head to see what caught your attention.

"You see the hanging chair don't you?" He sighed.

You nodded excitedly, "It looks really pretty. I can hang out in it in the background of your streams..."

Wilbur looked down at you. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes that you could, "Go grab it."

"Yay!" You cheered and pecked his cheek with your lips before running over.

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g-xix · 5 months

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Could you pretty please do an Arthur TV smut? Him being whiney and needy and shy and just adorable <3

🔞Submissive ArthurTV smut

First ATV smut online let's go!!!

CW's (you deffo need them): m!sub, fem!dom, cunnilingus, riding Little bit of: dumbification, overstim, thigh riding kink, cocksitting/warming

ENJOY!!!!

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Imagine just moaning and wrapping your leg over Arthur's shoulder at the sofa, because he was too fucking desperate to wait for later and insisted on needing you there and then.

His head is buried between your thighs, tongue working magic on your heat as he breathes hot and heavy between long stripes all the way up from your core to your dripping clit, his fingers resting over your stomach whilst his thumb rubs tight figures of eight over your bundle of nerves, having you an absolute state.

He's whimpering as your hand finds his hair, pulling harshly on his locks and moaning his name whilst you grind down onto his tongue, his cock hardening at a concerning rate at the sweet noises that fell from your lips.

One hand reaches up from you thigh, delving beneath your shirt and hastily finding your bra beneath. You're courteous enough to slip your shirt over your head and expose your bra to Arthur so that he can pull yo titty from under the cup, his fingers squeezing your soft skin- thumb flicking sensually over your nipple. You arched your back into his touch, eyes squeezing shut and moan falling from your tongue at Arthur's touch. His hand on your chest paired with his mouth around your core had you racing towards your orgasm, and it took all your willpower to pull Arthur away from between your thighs so that you didn't orgasm there and then all over Arthur's tongue.

Arthur's eyes opened, big brown irises clouded with lust and disappointment as he was pulled away before you came. He truly looked the image of sex, spit and arousal coating his lips a glossy, wet look as he gave you a look.

"Why did you stop- did I do something?" He whined, his hands tracing up your thighs.

"You didn't do anything, you were doing amazing," You leaned forwards and caught his lips with yours for a short kiss, tasting yourself on his through the sloppy kiss and trying to pull away from Arthur- though Arthur chased your lips, his knee landing between your thighs as he chased too far and lost his balance slightly. The material of Arthur's bottoms brushed over your exposed core and the friction gave you an almost overpowering urge to push him down and ride his thigh until you came from that alone. You held your urges, however, knowing you wanted something better- and you let him know by leanin over and whispering it into his ear. "I wanna ride you 'til that you cum in me, baby."

It were as though light bulbs were lit in Arthur's eyes, as he nodded his head rapidly, clearly aroused at your words and desperate at the thought. His neediness was laughable as you pushed him by the chest lightly so that he fell back against the sofa, lying face-up

You crawled over him, pulling his bottoms down and placing a kiss over his clothed cock, the momentary contact causing his boxers to darken as the material touched the precum that you felt underneath as your hand travelled beneath his boxers, thumb tracing over his slit whilst your hand slowly rubbed up and down his length. Highy and breathy noises fell from Arthur's lips as he tried to control himself, not wanting to thrust into you without getting permission- yet he couldn't help himself from agitatedly bucking his hips up with a whine as you moved your hand too slowly.

Yet Arthur only regret his action, letting out a pitiful whimper as you removed your hand from his boxers, your other hand pushing down against his hips gently to flatten them against the sofa.

"Patience," You muttered with a smirk as Arthur's head rolled back, clearly too needy to comply at the minute as his involuntary tic gave away. Though that being said, you were holding onto very little self-restraint as well.

You moved your body forwards and sat over Arthur's clothed crotch, straddling him and rocking back and forth over his length, the feeling of your arousal through his boxers and coating his cock driving his eyes to roll to the back of his head, moving his hips synchronously with yours as his hands found your hips, trying to rest them there and control your movements- though as he made contact, you stopped completely and grinned at the pathetic whine he gave, leaning forwards to get closer to Arthur before asking:

"You want me to ride you, baby?"

"Yes, fuck, yes Y/n..." His words fell so needily from his lips, so sweetly and desperately you couldn't help the smirk that curled up onto your lips.

"Beg for it, then."

His lip caught between his teeth as he bit down, cheeks flushing at the demand as he tried not to get embarrassed.

"please..." It was a quiet request, from the back of his throat, shy and short as he tried not to say too much.

"I can't hear youu..." You taunted, sick grin on your face, taking pleasure in the way his face contorted as you began slowly grinding your hips in circles over his cock, the rough material of his boxers against your clit already making you feel euphoric.

"Oh, please Y/n," His voice was a bit louder this time, and the whine that fell from his lips afterwards made you involuntarily jerk yours hips forwards, far too turned on by his little noises. "Please... fuck me.."

"Tell me how much you want it," You breathed, letting your hand tug the waistband down and expose his length. Arthur sucked in a sharp breath as the cold air hit his arousal-coated cock, the harsh difference between his hot, throbbing cock and the cool air surrounding only making him more needy as he felt you getting up onto your knees to align him with your hole.

"I wanna be inside you so bad, I want to feel your insides," Arthur started, his eyes still closed as he felt your hand holding his cock, tracing his tip down your folds and coating it in your slick as you led him down from your clit all the way to your hole. "I wanna be able to-"

A gasp left his throat as he choked on his words, the feeling of your velvet walls around him making his brain go into overdrive, the way your pussy always felt so good- so snug fitting, clenching around him and making a sweet strawberry pink rise up to his cheeks as he cut himself off, letting out the tiniest of whimpers which just had you smirking down at him.

You were quick to adjust to his size as he bottomed out inside of you, slowly circling your hips from left to right and just grinding down on him, savouring the way his cock felt so fulfilling inside of you, and the way that Arthur's face looked with his eyes screwed shut, brows high and lips parted as though he were a man starving for oxygen.

Getting up onto your knees, you began riding his cock, hands against his chest for stability whilst he began letting out pornographic sounds- whines and whimpers like he couldn't mentally compute how good it felt to have your walls wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down and making the lewdest sounds with each thrust which had him running his hands desperately across everything he could touch.

You didn't even have it within yourself to stop him when he started thrusting his hips to match your bounces, in fact making you let out a moan as his tip began reaching further, kissing your cervix and making your head spin- arching your back and fastening your pace to feel him hit that spot over and over.

Arthur looked so gone with each bounce, his chest rising and falling so dramatically with each breath, his eyes half lidded and completely dumbified, the way his lips twitched slightly as though he needed to say something but couldn't between all his high whimpers and moans which had you racing towards your climax.

Though Arthur seemed to reach that point before you as his fingers traced up from your knees to your thighs, nails digging into that soft, peachy flesh and weakly moving along with your thrusts. "I'm so close, I-I think I'm gonna..."

You couldn't even respond as you felt yourself coming closer to your own orgasm. All it took was one hand reaching down to Arthur's, your fingers slotting between his and squeezing those delicate digits tightly before he let out one loud groan and you felt him twitching inside you- his cock leaving your insides painted white as he reached his orgasm, his thrusts weakening as he felt the euphoria rush to his head.

A few more bounces was all it took you to slow your bounces down also, feeling the tingling pleasure rush over your body as you reached orgasm, throwing your head back and sharing the euphoria with Arthur for a moment.

His cock was still inside you- you had simply slowed to a stop- sitting on his cock and cockwarming him whilst the two of you indulged in your climaxes.

But poor Arthur.

His head shot up, high and confused whine leaving his throat as he felt those walls moving around his length once more, slowly moving up his overstimulated cock all so pleasurably it almost hurt. Looking down at you, you just flashed him a smirk, that fucked-out expression on Arthur's face only turning you on more, practically begging you to take him for another round.

"Y/n..." He whimpered, his doe eyes wide and innocent as he gave a pleading look.

"Nuh uh, you were too desperate to wait til later, now c'mon baby, lemme give you another round- I know you got at least one more in you..."

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zeldah-writes · 4 years

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Robbery Gone Wrong (Spencer Reid x Reader)

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Note: This took way longer to write than expected. I’m not sure why, but for some reason I was having a really hard time writing this because I kept overthinking the way I worded certain things, so I’m sorry if this is a little rough D: (a for effort, I tried). Nevertheless, I hope you still enjoy and if you’ve checked out any of my other posts, thank you so much! :)

Summary: Spencer comes back from the store, horrified to find two guns, a dying body and a familiar face. All of which are spread out on his bedroom floor.

Content: oneshot, angst!! and some fluff

Pairing: Spencer Reid and Reader

Warning(s): swear words, Mention of: robbing, blood, killing/death, guns, (slightly implied) sexual assault

Word Count: 2,261

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“Oh no, I think I ran out of ice cream,” Spencer mumbled, digging through his freezer looking for snacks you two could share.

In response, you dramatically gasped and said, “Spencer Reid! We absolutely can’t have a movie night without ice cream.”

Having spent the whole day out with Spencer doing activities that you’ve had planned for awhile, you wanted to end the night as perfect as the day felt. After all, it wasn’t often that you were able to spend a whole two days with your boyfriend, despite dating each other for six months. With the nature of Spencer’s job, it was rare for him to even get one day off, so imagine your joy when he called you earlier in the day to tell you about his work-free weekend.

“Okay, then how about this,” Spencer started, turning his body so he was facing you, “I’ll quickly go and stop by the 24-hour store to pick up some food while you stay here and get everything else set up.”

You looked up from your computer screen, taking a break from searching for a movie to watch. “And I even get to pick the first movie?”

“And you even get to pick the first movie,” Spencer repeated with a smile as he closed the freezer door.

Your tiny smile grew as you gave Spencer a small nod before diverting your attention back to your laptop.

Just as Spencer grabbed his keys and jacket that were hanging by the door, you made sure to remind him of your favorite ice cream flavor.

“Mint chip, please!” you grinned at him.

“As always, babe,” Spencer said before winking at you, which made you lightly giggle.

“See you soon,” you blew him a quick kiss as he walked out of the door.

After he left, you continued your movie hunt for a few more minutes, but eventually gave up and decided to just wait until Spencer got home so the two of you could choose together.

Closing your laptop, you looked around and thought about what else was needed for movie night.

Alright, so we have our drinks. Most of our snacks are already sitting on the living room table. What else.

Um...Oh! Blankets. We definitely need those. Maybe some pillows too.

You got up from where you were sitting and made your way to Spencer’s bedroom to retrieve the extra blankets and pillows he had lying around.

While you were in his room, you saw your overnight bag that you brought from your own apartment and thought that it was a good idea to get changed into more comfortable clothes. Knowing you, you were most likely going to fall asleep during one of the movies, especially if Spencer were to put on one of his foreign films that only multilingual people with an IQ higher than 170 could understand. Despite not understanding anything happening in the films, you would always try your hardest to stay awake during them, which Spencer found adorable.

As you started to change your clothes, you heard the sound of a front door lightly creaking open, but you couldn’t tell if it was coming from Spencer’s apartment or one of his neighbors.

Were the doors even loud enough for me to be able to hear them through the walls?

Thinking that you were just being paranoid, you shrugged it off and continued getting dressed.

Although... you couldn’t shake the feeling that something felt off to you.

It wasn’t until you heard footsteps and rustling noises coming from Spencer’s living room that you knew something wasn’t right. You stilled your movements and listened to try and figure out what was making the noises.

Was someone opening drawers? That couldn’t be Spencer, he wouldn’t be back that fast. Even if it was, he would always announce his arrival.

You thought about giving Spencer a call, but as you looked around the room, you remembered you left your phone sitting next to your laptop outside, which only fueled the unease that was growing within you.

Not knowing what else to do, you quietly crept towards the bedroom door that you left slightly open, and peeked through the opening. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but when your eyes landed on an unknown man wearing dark clothes rummaging through Spencer’s belongings, you couldn’t stop the gasp of fear that came out of you.

As soon as the sound left your lips, the man stilled and the apartment was filled with silence.

You immediately covered your mouth and backed away from the door as your heartbeat quickened and your eyes widened. You didn’t get a good look at him because his back was facing you, but there was one thing you saw that stood out. It was tucked into the back of his jeans.

It was a gun.

You felt your blood run cold as your breathing increased a significant amount. I mean, sure, you’ve seen a gun in person before, but it was only ever in the hands of people you trusted, like Spencer and his coworkers. So, when you saw that the strange man in Spencer’s living room had a gun and he was definitely not someone you trusted, you didn’t know what to think.

A mixture of shock and fear took control of your body as you stood in the middle of the bedroom, unable to move. You tried your best to think, but the lack of noise ironically made that a difficult task for you.

I don’t hear him anymore...maybe my presence scared him away.

You desperately hoped that was the case, but your hopes were quickly diminished when the sound of light footsteps reached your ears.

Oh my god. He’s still here and he’s heading towards me.

Okay, just think, Y/N, think.

As the sound of footsteps grew closer, you thought back to the intruder’s gun and as you did that, the memory of Spencer reaching you how to use his gun popped into your brain. You remembered that Spencer said it was for emergency purposes.

Well, this is definitely an emergency.

Not having time to think about it any longer, you ran to Spencer’s nightstand and yanked it open to reveal his revolver. With shaking hands, you picked it up and cocked it before turning around and aiming it at the door just in time to see it being opened by the mysterious man.

He was wearing a navy hat that was mostly covered by the hood of his grey sweatshirt and black jeans. In his hand was the gun you previously saw tucked away in his clothes.

You figured that your best bet was to try and scare him away with threats, so as soon as he saw you, you started talking.

“Get out. I...I have a gun,” you said, trying your best to mask the shakiness in your voice with false confidence as your arm quivered.

Despite your efforts, the fear in your voice was still obvious and you were sure that the man noticed it, because instead of turning away and running, he just stood at the doorway, seemingly unfazed, as a sick smile spread across his face.

You’re positive that you’ll never be able to get his face out of your mind.

“So? I got one too. And from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like I’ll be getting shot anytime soon,” the man’s face didn’t falter as he spoke.

You tried not to show it, but you knew he was right. And you hated it.

Unlike Spencer, you weren’t very comfortable when it came to dealing with violence. It baffled you how Spencer could work on homicide cases almost every single day and not turn into a completely paranoid mess.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat before deciding to ignore his words and say, “If you don’t leave, I will shoot you.”

“Oh, c’mon pretty lady,” the man stood up straight and turned his twisted smile into a smirk as his eyes raked over your body, “put the gun down and we can have some fun. Just imagine the things I could do to you.”

His insinuation made your stomach churn as tears welled up in your eyes. The way he looked at you made you nauseous. What you felt was far beyond disgust.

“My boyfriend works for the FBI and he’s on his way home right now,” you could tell that your anti-violence mindset was slipping away from you the longer the situation was going on. At this point, you would do anything necessary to protect yourself against the dangerous and deranged man that was standing before you.

"Don’t you worry, darlin’. I’ll make it quick,” with his sadistic smirk and his head held high, the man took a step towards you and into the room.

All the fake courage you forced yourself to show came crumbling down at his comment. You didn’t want to show him weakness, but you couldn’t help it. The tears that were previously threatening to escape came rushing down your face as you let out a loud sob.

“What is wrong with you? Don’t come near me, you’re absolutely disgusting! You’re nothing but a horrible, sad excuse for a human!” you yelled out to the intruder as tears kept streaming down your face.

Your outburst must’ve triggered something inside of the man, because when you were done yelling, his whole demeanor changed. His body tensed up as his jaw clenched and his mouth turned downward into a scowl. What was most frightening to you, however, was his hardened eyes that glared at you with a look that made your skin crawl.

He glared at you with murder.

“You fucking bitch! I’m gonna fucking kill you,” the man’s voice boomed and echoed throughout the apartment as he yelled, “wanna say shit like that to me? You pay the fucking consequence.”

What happened next felt like a nightmare. Everything happened so fast that you didn’t have time to think about what you were about to do.

The man looked at you and scoffed before looking down to his gun and cocking it. Before he could do anything else, however, you screamed at the top of your lungs, squeezed your eyes shut and pulled the trigger.

You weren’t sure how many shots you fired, but the only reason you stopped was because no more bullets were coming out of the gun. After you unknowingly emptied the revolver’s chamber, you noticed that other than the low ringing in your ears, the apartment became silent. Because of this, you slowly opened your eyes.

You knew that it was stupid to close your eyes in the first place, but when you opened you eyes and saw what you did, you deeply wished they stayed closed, because nothing in the world could have prepared you for what you saw.

Spencer’s mahogany bedroom door was now ruined with bullet holes, but that wasn’t what caught your eye. As soon as your vision cleared, your eyes landed on the figure that was sprawled out on the floor.

There the motionless man laid, covered and surrounded by his own blood. The man’s once plain grey hoodie was turning red, just like the floor beneath him, the longer you stood there.

After the initial shock wore off, the realization of your actions set in.

I killed him. I took his life away. I took it away and I can’t give it back.

“No, no, no, no,” you kept repeating as you sobbed and slid down the wall behind you, dropping the gun in the process. You buried your face in your knees, trying to get the image of the bloody scene in front of you out of your mind, but your attempts were futile. All you could see was his face and his lifeless body.

“Y/N? Are you-oh my god!”

The second you heard his voice, you whipped your head up, but despite the little relief you felt when you saw him, all you could do was cry harder.

“Spencer!” you managed to cry out.

With a panicked expression, Spencer quickly surveyed the room before rushing over to where you were sitting. Once he was in front of you, he kneeled down and gently grabbed your face in his hands.

“Are you hurt? Injured anywhere?” he frantically checked your body for injuries and when he saw there was none, he looked into your eyes.

By now, you were hyperventilating and your entire body was trembling, but you so desperately needed to let Spencer know that you didn’t mean for this to happen. You were only trying to protect yourself.

“Spencer, it-no-I,” you were jumbling over your words, so you took a deep breath before trying again, “I was so scared.”

You wanted to say more, but that was all you could say at the moment. You were just hoping that Spencer would be able to use his profiling skills to figure out what happened.

It seemed like Spencer understood, because he wrapped his arms around you and whispered, “It’s okay, I know. You’re okay now.”

Feeling reassured from Spencer’s words, you took your own arms and wrapped them tightly around Spencer.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you,” as he said that, you became aware to the fact that you weren’t the only one crying.

“But you’re here now.”

You weren’t sure what was going to happen next, but if you had Spencer by your side, you knew everything was going to be okay.

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robronfic · 5 years

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here for the party by imgoingcrazy/@robertisbisexual rating: teen and up status: complete length: 1k summary: the one where they're at a college party au

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stylesharrys · 3 years

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tastes like strawberries

summary: harry takes y/n on a seemingly innocent and romantic picnic.

word count: 4,433

warnings: kissing, teasing, swearing, slight exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk,

a/n: wow i've had this idea in my drafts since we got the watermelon sugar music video and i completely forgot about it and never got round to actually writing it. anyway, after a dry spell of harry content, it's here, and it's smutty!

Romantic little getaways have always been fond things for Y/N and Harry to do. Last year he took her to Rome for the weekend and a few months later, they cruised on his personal yacht for a week. Y/N used to travel a lot when Harry was on tour two years ago, but as of recent with his busy schedule in the studio, neither of them have had much time together to chat, let alone to plan a spontaneous trip away.

So when Y/N gets home from shopping and Harry is back from the studio early, prepping a little wicker basket full of fruits and finger foods, she's eagerly jumping at the mention of a spontaneous picnic in the park not too far from their London home.

He's always been a hopeless romantic, even more so since he proposed three months ago over a homemade, candlelit dinner in their dining room. Y/N knows he won't fail to make the picnic anything short of romantic and magical, and so, putting on one of her favourite ditsy sundresses, she lets him drive them to the chosen destination.

It's a little late in the evening, the summer air still warm on their skin, the sky still bright and winds still blowing a caressing breeze. While Harry carries the picnic basket out of the car, he lets Y/N set up the blanket a little way from other couples and families that occupy the different spaces.

He's dressed in the suitable summer attire; some cargo shorts and a plain white t-shirt that hangs a little loose around his middle. It's been a while since Harry's had a haircut, and over the past few weeks, Y/N has thoroughly enjoyed coursing her fingers through his thick waves.

Harry's enjoyed it just as much — especially when she tugs just right at the root when he's got his face buried deep within her sweet thighs.

He has no shame watching as the gentle breeze blows the skirt of her dress up when she bends over to unroll the blanket. Harry gets the most perfect view of the swell of Y/N's ass, the way the lace string disappears between her cheeks, and the clothed triangle of her cunt.

There's no need for him to look away bashfully, not when he's the one that knows what he's got planned. But knowing Harry stands right behind her, Y/N makes no attempt to push her skirt back down. Instead, she lets him get a good look, and knowing his stare is boring into her backside sends warmth across her body.

"You're gonna need to put the basket down to stop the corners from blowing up," she huffs out over her shoulder, effectively breaking Harry from his little trance of pleasure.

He hums, nodding his head. Sinking to his knees, Harry places the basket to the side and reaches out for his girl. She squeals when she feels his hands grip deliciously at her waist, eyes fluttering closed, but Y/N has to remind herself where she is and who's around.

"Stop it," she chastises under her breath, a fire of excitement burning her skin.

A lazy grin sits wicked on Harry's lips as he helps her hold down the corners of the blanket. They sit on either side of it, Y/N admiring the green scenery while Harry unloads the picnic basket and lays out the array of finger foods he had prepared.

A hearty smile makes its way on Y/N's lips as she watches. He's had this prepared on the off chance that she would agree, and the thought warms her heart. She can tell he made the sandwiches herself, and she wonders when he found the time to cup up the fruit and cook a batch of her favourite chicken pasta salad.

Y/N sighs, eyes bright. "Harry, this is so cute. Can't believe you did all this."

His grin only spreads; her praise an influential stroke to his ever-growing ego. Harry reckons this evening will be one to go down in the books — one he knows she'll remember and think back to every time they have a picnic again.

He isn't sure when the idea came about. Maybe it was some shitty porno he watched when he was on tour a few years back, and Y/N was sleeping. He dubiously remembers watching some video of a couple fucking on a picnic spread, and Harry quickly decided that's something he wanted to do with his girl.

Call him an exhibitionist, call her a good little girl. Either way, in the years they've been together, Harry and Y/N have exposed quite distinctly the rush they get at the possibility of being caught. But with Harry's status and profession, it's a little difficult to sneak a public fuck on a field without someone watching and having it make the headlines.

They'd both much favour their private lives stay out of the mouths of others. Leave them guessing and unknowing. Harry savours his privacy, and Y/N prefers being unknown to the world. Despite them being together for the past five years and Harry recently proposing, all the public know is her name and face. Nothing more, nothing less.

Harry intends to keep it that way for as long as he possibly can. He doesn't want his precious love being imperilled to the vultures of the media. Harry wants her protected forever, where she can live her pure little life without the apprehension of being mobbed or followed. The thought of the latter happening has his hands tensing at his sides, but he calms when she crawls across the blanket to settle a kiss to his lips and give him a turkey sandwich.

"Definitely won the jackpot with you, didn't I? Taking me on a romantic picnic for no reason."

Y/N's skin is warm as she chooses to settle beside him. Harry reaches for her thigh, resting a heavy hand on her smooth skin and giving it an affectionate squeeze. The sundress isn't helping him control himself, but he wonders if Y/N had a notion for what he has planned. Because a short, flowy sundress is objectionably convenient for them both.

Harry takes a bite of his sandwich. He doesn't need to peer down at her to know she's peeking up at him in apprehension. She isn't a silly woman. While Y/N knows Harry will make romantic gestures like this for no reason, she also knows him well enough to know when he's plotting something.

"I don't know about being the jackpot, babe. Your friends just go for shitty men."

Y/N snorts at that, nodding in agreement because she can't argue. She knows all of her friends are envious of her relationship with Harry — not the toxic and resenting kind, more of the longing and wishing kind. They want a man that will treat them like a Princess. They want their own Harry.

And maybe Y/N sometimes likes to brush it in their faces how he always puts her first or is so devoted and passionate. And most definitely, she likes to observe their jaws drop when she lets loose how he still makes her cum before him — at least once.

But of course, just like any other relationship, with the good comes the bad. For them, the flawed being that Harry has to travel a lot for work, and sometimes, they can go months without seeing each other in person. Y/N gets lonely, and Harry gets homesick. It almost invariably ends up in a fight over FaceTime, but neither can fall asleep angry with each other.

It's an unspoken rule since they first started dating. No matter what, no one goes to bed angry without saying they're sorry.

"I won't argue with you there."

It's tranquil around them, the sun slowly starting to set as the evening dwindles away. They've eaten most of the picnic food, both cradling their glasses of wine. Y/N's on her second, Harry topping his with lemonade so he can still drive them both home safely at the end of the night.

There's a fresh breeze in the air as it brushes Y/N's hair over her shoulder. The gentle contrast of temperature sends goosebumps across the surface of her skin, and she instinctively curls closer into Harry's side.

They've migrated beside one another as time passed. Harry lays on his side, head propped up by an arm that's bent at the elbow. Y/N mirrors his position, but her head isn't in her hand like Harry's is — both of hers cradle her wine glass and Harry reckons she's got a gorgeous radiance to her skin in the golden glow of the sun.

He reaches out to trace a piece of hair out of her face, his thumb brushing across her cheekbone, and she nuzzles instinctively into his touch. There's a Tupperware tub of fresh strawberries wedged between them as he caresses the side of her face, a lazy smile on her lips and Harry thinks she's the most beautiful thing to have ever walked the planet.

"Let me feed you a strawberry," she murmurs, pulling away from his hand, so it drops to the blanket.

He shuffles closer—impossibly—and lets her lift the fruity treat up to his mouth. Harry doesn't take his eyes off her when he parts his lips and takes the strawberry into his mouth. Y/N's eyes are hooded as she watches, the stem still between her fingers as he takes a bite.

A soft squelch can be heard as the juice trickles down the corner of his lip. Y/N's hand is frozen in place by his face, thighs involuntarily clenching at the sight. Harry does nothing to disguise the smirk that rises to smear across his mouth, and his ungodly tongue outlines his lower lip until he catches the bead of strawberry juice.

They both know what he's doing, but Y/N isn't about to call him out on it. She thinks she knows precisely what his plans and intentions are behind this seemingly innocent and idyllic picnic.

He's a sick man, and she can't get enough.

"My turn," he rasps out.

Y/N's arm hesitates back between them as she drops the stalk of the strawberry into the tub, and Harry retrieves another. Heavy eyes chase his every movement as he lifts the fruit to her mouth, the cool tip of it tracing lightly across her lips.

She has to take a breath to ground herself, but as she inhales, the scent is sickly sweet, and her mind is clouded by want and need. Y/N wants nothing more than to squeeze and smush strawberries across Harry's chest, and take her time licking it all off, inch by inch.

To any passerby's, the act they share looks nothing short of innocent. A man feeding his lover — just a couple enjoying the summer air and tasty fruits. Oh, how naïve the unknowing can be.

Y/N takes a bite into the fruit, humming at the sugary taste and chewing. Their piercing gaze never falters, and just like Harry, a drop or two films her lip and begins to trail down the corner of her mouth. Only this time, she doesn't get the chance to trace her tongue across it like he did.

Harry is dropping the stem back into the tub and leaning forward to encapsulate her lips in his. He kisses her, tongue swiping across her lower lip and the corner of her mouth to lick up the sweetness that dared to drip.

She swallows the strawberry when he licks into her mouth, and his body begins to lean closer. Harry lays her on her back, crawling above her with both hands resting by her head to keep him up. His legs tangle with hers, Y/N's fingers brushing through his unruly curls.

A content hum echoes from the back of her throat. Harry can never get enough of the noises she makes, so the little whimper of need is greedily acknowledged, and spurs him on more.

Their tongues play a forbidden dance. They're both too encompassed by each other to really be concerned where they are or who may be watching. But when Harry traces a hand up the length of her thigh and starts to let it disappear under the hem of her dress, she parts her lips form his and takes a heavy breath.

"H… we can't. Not here," she tells him.

He can sense the inner turmoil in her voice. She wants him, even now, with strangers likely watching them. She doesn't care, not really. She thinks it's the hottest thing ever; someone watching Harry make her feel good. Her Harry.

Harry doesn't give a shit, shaking his head and kissing her again — more demanding this time. He can't get enough of her taste. It's fucking intoxicating, and she lets him continue to trail his hand further up her thigh, squeezing deliciously at the extra fleshy parts that he always loves to kiss and suck on when his head is buried between her thighs.

He doesn't need to feel her to know she's already soaking through her panties. The position they're in under the large oak tree works as the perfect disguise. The shade it offers alludes to the most innocent of acts. Two lovers sharing a searing kiss as the sun begins to set.

Innocent.

"No one's gonna know," he whispers into her mouth.

It's a piss poor attempt at encouraging her, but she didn't need much reassurance in the first place. She trusts Harry and his judgement. She knows he would never do anything to put either of them at risk, especially not just to get her off when they could do that at home — or even in the car.

There's a thrill, but Harry knows better than anyone how to cover something up. Maybe that's what makes her so hot about the idea: Harry protecting her.

Y/N's eyes start to roll to the back of her head. Harry's fingers play with her clit over the fabric of her knickers. She's soaked, just as he had expected. He can't help himself from rutting his hips into her thigh; he's painfully hard, and she's too sexy for her own good.

"You're soaked. Fuckin' knew you'd be dripping over this. Dirty thing."

Y/N's lips are parted at his words, her mind so frazzled that her body can't comprehend how to kiss him back and focus on the pleasure at the same time. She gets like this when she's so fucked she's nothing but an obedient little girl.

Harry fucking loves it; sends him on the incredible power trip of his life. She does anything he asks of her, lets him have his way. Y/N falls into a state of complete submission, and knowing she trusts him to do anything he pleases tends to give him the biggest love boners of all time.

She's nodding against his mouth. Harry's still trying to kiss her, knows how much she likes it, even when she can't focus enough to kiss him back. Harry's smearing his lips against hers. The pressure is put back on her clit as he sucks her tongue into his mouth.

Y/N's body is entirely relaxed on the picnic blanket like they're not out in the open for any hiding pap to see. The thought doesn't even cross her mind. And it doesn't cross Harry's either, because he knows he doesn't need to worry—not right now. His main concern is making her cum.

Harry loops his index and middle fingers into the edge of her knickers, tugging it away from her hot skin. Y/N shudders out an uneasy breath of anticipation, thighs rubbing across his trapped cock that throbs in its tight confinements.

She starts to whine, bucking her hips in eager want, but Harry isn't going to have any of that. He pulls away from her, just enough to see her eyes struggling to flutter open. She's blissed out, a hazy glow in her gaze; the desperate look he's all too familiar with.

"You know needy girls don't get what they want, baby."

The warning tugs another whine from the back of her throat. Harry retracts his hand from her cunt to prove his point. She pouts, brows frowned in the cutest of faces. Harry struggles not to give in to her and give her anything she wants. Y/N has that effect on him, especially when she's as needy as she is.

"Please."

Her voice is quiet, a whimpering and quivering mess. It's been a while since Harry last saw her in this state. He thinks he might want to take his time, or at least, as much time as he possibly can. He knows when they get home, she'll be a bit more with herself than she is right now. He wants to revel in the moment.

Harry traces his hand up her body, ruffling the fabric of her dress as he goes. He halts at her chest, palm over her tit and his fingers toy with the low neckline. Her doe eyes are staring up at him, bottom lip caught between her teeth.

He raises a brow, earning a nod. Harry doesn't bother looking around for any other passerby's. Instead, he tugs down the neck of her dress just enough to expose a breast and massage it in his warm palm.

The air is cold, causing her nipples to pebble hard under his touch. He takes it between two fingers; pinching, twisting. Y/N tries to fight back the need to arch her back into his chest, swallowing a loud whimper that threatens to escape.

Harry leans down, lips parted as he envelops the hard nub into his warm mouth. The sensation is heavenly, Y/N thinks. He's warm as he laps her up, hot tongue swirling and flicking across her nipple. She knows how much Harry loves sucking and licking at her tits.

Y/N's fingers tangle through his hair again, tugging at the roots and scratching at his scalp. A low growl vibrates through her chest due to her actions, which only makes her tug harder.

Harry's teeth graze across her nub, nipping tauntingly before pulling off with a wet kiss. Y/N blinks, watching him blow cool air against her nipple and a hand quickly flies to her mouth when a moan slips past her tongue.

His eyes are challenging, but a grin is wicked on his mouth. He finds it amusing to watch Y/N struggle to not make a sound. Harry knows how loud she can be, loves all the fucking noises that she makes. But Y/N needs to remember that they're not in the safe confinements of their home, so she can't be as loud as she wants.

She has to be a good girl. She has to be quiet.

The warning is evident in his gaze in the way he raises a brow and tilts his head ever so slightly to the side. It's a look she's all too accustomed with when she's been misbehaving.

Y/N swallows, pressing a kiss to his hand in both an apology and silent promise she won't make another sound. Slowly, he removes his hand and lets it trail back down her body, squeezing and rubbing at the expanse of her thigh before he's settled back on her clothed cunt again.

"If you don't wanna get caught, you gotta be quiet, angel."

She nods, quickly and eagerly. There's nothing she wants more right now than Harry's fingers buried deep in her cunt. He doesn't make her wait long. His lips are back on hers as he tugs her panties to the side, exposing her gushing core.

Y/N inhales sharply, Harry's middle finger swirling through her folds. She's swollen from excitement and anticipation, eager and desperate for him to just fucking touch her properly; the way he knows she likes.

Harry's thumb rubs tight circles on her swollen clit, a sharp gasp teetering off the edge of her tongue, but Y/N clamps her mouth shut before it has the chance to turn into anything more. He praises her silently, rewarding her with a kiss as the tip of his finger taunts her pulsing hole.

She's gushing, a slight tremble to her thighs as he probs tauntingly at her cunt. Harry uses one finger at first, pushing in all the way and feeling her velvety walls clamp around him. His middle finger stretches her better than her own, and he twists and curls against her spongy spot.

Y/N can't help her eyes from fluttering closed and rolling to the back of her head. Her grip on Harry's bicep is firm, likely carving half-moons with the blunt of her nails on his skin, but he doesn't care. He welcomes the hesitant sting and relishes in the way she clamps around him.

"So tight, Princess," he praises.

Her skin is warm, nipples still pearled and one peeking atop the low neck of her dress. Y/N hums, nodding ever so slightly but Harry sees it nonetheless.

He peers up, eyes hooded to get a look around them. His cock throbs at the sight of a family across the other side of the park — how they have no idea he's got his finger buried in his lovers cunt. He's fucking feral, clenching his teeth to control himself.

"Please," Y/N whispers out into the crook of his neck.

Harry hums, pulling a finger out and trailing it up to his mouth. Her is heavenly sweet, the sight causing pools of need to overtake Y/N's iris'. Harry sets both digits on his tongue, swirling it around his fingers to lick off everything she has to offer. He wants nothing more than to bury his face in her pussy and make her cum all over his mouth.

He supposes this will just have to do.

"Tastes like strawberries," he teases.

Y/N whines, throat tight. "Harry, you're gonna fucking kill me."

He grins, wickedly, and decides that's enough teasing for the both of them. It takes mere seconds for his hand to return between Y/N's quivering thighs, for his fingers to soak up her arousal and smear it around her pulsing clit.

It takes half as long for him to massage at her sopping hole, and ease two thick fingers in. She sucks him up, takes him so well that Harry's mind is keening. It's not like he hasn't had his cock buried in her recently, because he has. Last night and this morning. He's fucking infatuated with that perfect little cunt.

"Best fuckin' cunt I've ever had."

The praise goes straight to her head, just like it always does. Y/N steadily rolls her hips into his palm, begging for his fingers to travel deeper, curl harder and faster. Harry doesn't do any of that pathetic thrusting shit that so many men had done to her before. He knows what makes his girl tick; what she likes.

His middle and fourth finger are knuckle-deep in her pussy, languid strokes and haunting curls. She's squelching; noises so obscene he wants them looped on every song he ever makes. He can feel her arousal gush around his fingers with every curve and curl he makes, can feel her g-spot pulses against his fingertips the same way she can hear her heartbeat in her ears.

Y/N's grip on Harry's arm tightens, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Her teeth are clenched, jaw locked in place and chest heaving for desperate and shallow breaths.

He knows she's close already, knows precisely how to have her coming in a matter of seconds. Her cunt is tightening fiercely around his digits, mistaking them for his cock that she's eager to milk dry. Y/N feels his dick throb and twitch against her thigh, lets a hand reach for him and squeeze hungrily at his length through his shorts.

Harry snatches her wrist as he picks up his pace, warning her to stop. She knows the rules right now. She doesn't get to touch him, not until they're home.

"Hands to yourself if you want to cum, baby."

And just like that, he fucks her cunt harder, faster. Harry shakes his wrist in swift movements, fingers curling sharper this time, scissoring her cunt open. His thumb rubs at her clit, applying a little more pressure than usual, but it's what she needs to send her over the edge.

He fucks her through the blinding orgasm, the hand around her wrist leaving to clasp over her mouth. She's a mess, completely blissed out in post-orgasmic aftershocks. Her body is convulsing, but that doesn't stop him.

Harry keeps going until he feels her start to gush again, and just as she's about to make a mess—squirt all over his hand and the picnic blanket, he stops.

Y/N's eyes are at the back of her head, gentle shivers of arousal still prickling her skin. Harry tenderly removes his hand from between her thighs and traces his fingers up her thigh, leaving a soaked trail in their wake.

He moves his hand from her mouth, gauging her reaction. Her lips are swollen, parted as a heavy breath slips past them. Harry thinks she's the sexiest thing he's ever laid eyes on and he's painfully hard at the sight of her.

When Y/N starts to blink, she's completely dazed. Harry is sitting upright, repositioning himself in his pants and cleaning her up as discreetly as he can with a spare napkin. Y/N can't even muster the energy to sit up, so she remains on her back, gazing at the cloud above. She feels like she's in fucking heaven.

Harry crawls closer, tucking her breast back into her dress properly and caressing the side of her face with the palm of his hand. Y/N nuzzles into his familiar touch, pressing a kiss to his wrist. He grins, pleased with himself at just how fucked she is.

"You're something else." Y/N breathes.

Harry plants a loving kiss to her pouty lips and strokes the hair from her warm face. Birds chirp from the branches that span out above them, blocking them from what once was the scorching sun. A lazy smile finds its way across Y/N's face, and she turns to Harry.

"What?"

She shakes her head. "You wait till the girls hear about this one."

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Foolish - Newt Scamander

Hello and happy Monday! Enjoy a lil Newt fic.

Word count: 2,452

Newt stood in line in Diagon Alley, in the Potions shop, waiting patiently for the customers in front of him to finish their purchases so he could be on his was with his Niffler, that just insisted on joining him in the excursion he was going on. Normally, Newt would cross the line and not allow him to go under any circumstances, but there was an odd feeling in the air that distracted him and allowed the Niffler to join him, in his jacket pocket.

As he stood in like, mildly distracted by the cloudy feeling he had in his head that he was unable to shake, Newt failed to notice his Niffler sneak from his extended pocket, and down onto the floor, scurrying away quicker than ever. Newt gripped the new cauldron and various supplies in his hands and his eyes searched for nothing in particular.

With much stealth, the Niffler moved about the shop, dodging the eyes of others as it dashed between legs, snatching low hanging bracelets and necklaces without notice. It wasn’t until he crawled up the wrong tree, well, actually, person, and he was caught by the scruff of his neck, and shoved into a bag, zippered tight.

A soft smile played upon your lips as you moved through the store, holding your bag shut and walking nonchalantly, until you reached the stranger in which the creature came from. With a quick look, you took the stranger’s hand and led him through the shop, half-dragging him.

“Ah, p-pardon me?” he stuttered out, confused and struggling to hold his supplies in his one hand and pull his other hand from your grip.

You glanced at him, slightly irritated at him fighting with you, and you yanked his hand a little harder. “Hush up and follow me,” you told him and led him to an old broom closet, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind you two. By the time that Newt found his wand and lit the end of it, you were holding his Niffler up, smiling gently behind him. “I believe he belongs to you, yeah?” you asked him with excitement riddled in your eyes.

Newt licked his lips, kind of flustered, as he set down the cauldron he held previously, filling it with the other supplies, and taking the Niffler from your hands. “I reckon so. ‘Knew I shouldn’t have let you come today, you mug,” he muttered to the Niffler, looking stern and unhappy.

With a small smile, you shook your head. “Now, now. No need to be mean to the little guy. After all, it is in his nature,” you winked and held your hand out to Newt. “I am (Y/N) (Y/L/N), potions master.” You smile as you introduced yourself with bright, shimmering eyes.

Pocketing his Niffler away quickly, Newt shook your hand hastily, as if he were in a rush. “Wonderful to meet you. I am Newt Scamander, magizoologist,” he introduced himself just as quick as he shook your hand. “Sorry to be rude, but you said potions master, correct? As in you can brew just about any potion?” Newt questioned you quickly, anxious to know the answer.

You nodded lightly. “That is correct, why? Does it have something to do with why you are so jittery, or with the Niffler?” you asked him curiously, motioning to where he stored his little friend away.

Newt turned an odd shade of red, and you were unable to hide your smile at this. “Er-something like that. Sorry to ask you of this, but I do have a very ill creature at my-my home who is in need of a particular potion in which I have doubts I can brew. Would it be too much of a hassle to ask of your help with the potion? I am more than willing to pay you.” Newt asked you as he picked up his ingredients and cauldron once more, motioning to it as if it solved your dilemma.

You glanced down at the ingredients in his hands, looking at each root and bug, and odd thing alike and tilted your head to the side. “I am more than willing to help an ill creature. I was planning on becoming the Care for Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts prior to finding my love for potions. What did you say it was?” you questioned Newt further. He blushed at your questions and interest and in the dull wand light, it was rather adorable.

“Ah, yes, about that. I have a Demiguise who is quite shy, but needs this antidote as soon as humanly possible,” Newt explained to you with his eyes low, trying to avoid eye contact with you. “I understand if you are unable to help him, or if you do not deem it to be worth it, but even a few pointers would be wond-” Newt began rambling, and you kicked the door of the brook closet open.

“Hush, now and let’s go! Your Demiguise needs us, Mr. Scamander!” You shamed him and moved from the closet, motioning for him to exit. “Judging by your ingredients, I assume your Demiguise consumed something highly poisonous to him, am I correct?” Your voice was curious as you took the cauldron from Newt’s hand and set it on a shelf as you walked by.

Surprised, Newt nodded. “Correct,” he confirmed as he watched you in complete awe. You were magnificent, to say the absolute least.

You nodded and moved through the partially empty Diagon Alley. Given that school was in session once more, the Alley was far less crowded than usual. “Wonderful. Nothing a little Antidote to Uncommon Poisons can’t handle. Let me just stop by my home quickly, and then we can set off to yours, yeah?” You asked Newt as you linked your arm with his, causing his face to redden even further. He nodded, unable to form words, and you disapparated the two of you to your home and shop in London. You lived above your shop, but had just as many ingredients and potions where you lived than worked.

Hastily, you moved about your home, gathering ingredients and a collapsible cauldron into your brown leather briefcase as Newt stood in your living room, watching your every move with an odd sense of adoration. You were so put together and so open with who you were, and you apartment was so neat, but so cluttered with bottles and ingredients at the same time. But, you knew were every single thing was to a point. Before long, you shut your brief case and clasped it, looking back at the awestruck Newt.

“Sorry it is such a mess in here. I have been meaning to clean out my home and move everything back down to the shop, where my apprentice and sister is now, but I just have a hard time doing it,” you explained with a light blush playing at your cheeks. The light dusting on your cheeks was the prettiest thing Newt had ever seen.

Newt shook his head quickly, gazing about the room, craving to see the rest, if he weren’t in such a hurry and on such an important mission. “No, it is brilliant,” Newt told you with a small smile, and you took his arm once more.

In a snap, you were in a very messy, contemporary apartment not far from Diagon Alley. Your eyes wandered around the room, taking in the torn papers, some even scorched, and the overall scattered feel of the room. It was comforting, in a way, and you enjoyed it greatly. “Please, do not think this is odd,” Newt pleaded with you as he grabbed a briefcase from his coffee table, setting it onto the floor and unclasping the gold clasps. “They are in here.” His voice was hesitant as he stood straight, and stepped one foot into the briefcase with one glance back to you.

You knitted your eyebrows together, confused, but approached the briefcase with caution as Newt begin to step down further and further in it until you were no longer able to see him. You peered down into it, and laughed lightly when you saw his gazing up at you. “You are simply amazing, Mr. Scamander,” you told him as you handed your briefcase down to him, sideways, and began climbing down skillfully and quickly.

He blushed madly, taking your hand to help you down the final steps. “That is very kind of you. Please, be cautious of the creatures around. Some of them are rather shy, but I think you should be fine. If you are uncomfortable at any point, please let me know.” Newt was insistent and sweet as he set your briefcase down on a large work table in the small half-shack you were in.

You nodded, opening your briefcase and beginning to work hastily. “Mr. Scamander, get me a strand of the Demiguise’s hair, please,” you instructed as he watched you intently, chopping and cutting and pouring all kinds of things into your collapsible cauldron.

Without much hesitation, he dashed off at the sound of your instruction and you began brewing your potion skillfully. You mixed and stirred and added all sorts of things, including the hair that Newt brought back punctually, until almost two hours later, the potion was a light pink-red color and cooling in a glass tube. You turned to Newt, who had yet to sit down this entire time, and he looked at you with bright, curious eyes. “Is it finished?” He asked you before you even had the chance to speak.

“It is,” you answered with a gentle smile. “If you go get your Demiguise-” you began, but Newt interrupted you quickly.

“Dougal. His name is Dougal,” he told you and your cheeks reddened at the interruption.

You nodded. “Right, if you go get Dougal, I will administer the potion, if you don’t mind. Or, if Dougal does not mind, I suppose,” you corrected yourself and gave Newt a small smile. The sweet but concerned look on your face made Newt’s heart race in his chest.

Newt nodded and scurried off once more, only to return with his arms wide, but nothing appeared to be in his arms. You smiled widely at the scene before you, knowing perfectly well that Dougal was invisible in his arms, and it made you giggle softly. Newt approached you carefully, setting Dougal onto the counter next to you.

You weren’t quite sure where to look, but you looked in the general direction of Dougal. “Hello, Dougal, my name is (Y/N). I am not going to hurt you, I promise; I am only trying to help you,” you explained to the creature as you grabbed the cooled potion and showed it to him. You held it up in Dougal’s direction and smiled softly, trying to be as comforting as possible.

What you hadn’t noticed was Newt’s watchful eyes observing every little move you made, from the movement in your eyes to the slight shake in your hands. It was beautiful, and you were beautiful, and it made his heart lurch in an unfamiliar way. He bit his lip, watching you so closely that he failed to notice Dougal fading into reality once more. His eyes widened, surprised that he opened up to allow you to see his true form.

The wide smile that formed on your face was indescribable as you grabbed the plastic syringe you had brought with you, drawing some of the colored potion from the beaker into the syringe and showing it to the wide-eyed creature. “See? I’ll just put this in your mouth, okay?” you continued to ask Dougal and moved to him slowly, opening his mouth with your thumb and shooting the potion down his throat. “All done,” you announced with a fond smile on your face. You glanced up at Newt as Dougal made a funny face, and you were unable to cover the giggle that slipped from your lips.

Dougal crawled up to his feet on the table, jumping onto Newt, and wrapping his arms and legs around him like a small child. This made the smile on your face refuse to fade. With a nervous look on his face, Newt looked towards Dougal, and kept his eyes on anything but you. “I can never thank you enough. I don’t know what I would ever do if I lost my Dougal.” Newt’s voice faltered and you felt your heart pang at his sincerity.

“It is my pleasure,” you told him and began bottling up the rest of the potion you made. “I am going to leave this with you. Obviously, you need it far more than I do,” you teased him and gave a subtle wink.

Newt’s face only reddened at your words, and he set Dougal down to scurry off into they endless territory within Newt’s briefcase. He glanced back at you and his nervousness was so evident. He shifted lightly, trying to form words that were not there, and finally his mouth fell open. “C-can I make you a cup of coffee, or tea?” Newt asked you, and you glanced up from packing your belongings. Before you could say any words, Newt continued, rambling as he looked at the floor in front of him. “If you’d like, of course. Otherwise, you are more than welcome to go, I do not want you to think I am keeping you here after you’ve already done so much for me, which is so very kind, given I am a stranger and it could have been unsafe for you. Although I am not going to do anything to hurt you, not ever-” Newt rambled, causing the small smile on your face to grow incredibly wide.

“Mr. Scamander! I would love to have coffee, or tea, with you.” you interrupted with a laugh, causing his already reddened face to grow darker. You giggled at this, unable to hide the joy he brought you.

There was a nervous smile on his lips as he nodded and bit his lip slightly. “Wonderful. If you’d like, we can have coffee, or tea, down here and I can show you around, and all the creatures,” he offered to you as he moved towards the small stove in the small shed you were in.

You nodded, clasping your briefcase shut. “That would be wonderful, Mr. Scamander.” You said and moved to a tall stool, sitting on the edge.

“You can call me Newt.” He told you as he busied himself preparing an array of coffee and tea.

You nodded. “Newt.” You murmured to yourself. He was not quite sure why, but Newt loved the sound of his name rolling off your tongue.

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