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the-sinking-ship · 2 years

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The Unspeakable by The_Sinking_Ship

Art by Peachbabypie

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: E

Wordcount: ~25k

Collection: Harry/Draco Reverse Bang 2022 @harrydracobang

Tags: Unspeakable Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, action, travel, magical lore, powerful Harry, possessive Draco, secret relationship, light bdsm, handcuffs, collars, soft dom Draco, service top Harry, hung!Harry, smut, tattooed everyone

Summary: Healer Draco Malfoy took the job at the International Department of Mysteries for the paycheck and the prestige. But what he got was Unspeakable Harry Potter and the most fascinating curse he’d ever seen.

Notes: New fic! It’s been a minute but I'm so happy to be writing again!

Apparently all it took to knock me back into it was the right inspiration because Reverse Bang hit me like a brick. All the art is absolutely incredible and I encourage you to browse the entire collection. But when I saw Peach’s?! This image was it for me. I’m a @peachbabypie fangirl across fandoms and this is everything I adore about her work. Lush greenery, evocative lighting, sensuality, and the world’s most beautiful eyelashes. sigh.

I intended to just write some smut. I told people I was just writing some smut… but somehow this became a whole world of its own and is probably none of the things that Peach imagined when creating her beautiful art.

Thank you, Peach, for allowing me total creative liberties. It brought my muse back to me.

Added thank you to my sweet and supportive beta, @lettersbyelise! To my pals for the 24/7 cheerleading (you know who you are). And to the mods for organising this fest! It’s been a blast!

Read on AO3.

#storiesfromthesinkingship #the unspeakable fic #drarry #hd reverse bang #drarry fic rec #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry #harry x draco #harry potter fanfic #harrydracoreversebang

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basiatlu · 8 months

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I saw it was @lqtraintracks ‘s birthday and I had to just shower my joy that you exist on this chaotic space rock. Happy Birthday!!!✨

Here’s a drawn scene from one of the 1st fics I read of yours ( click here if you wanna read it, too! Warning for 2300 words of steamy goodness if that’s not your thing I suppose).

#gift art #happy birthday #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #hpdm #unspeakable Malfoy #hp fanart #art #drawing #illustration #sketch #artists on tumblr #doodle #fic fanart #auror potter #ministry of magic #fic rec #boshdraws

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tojisun · 3 months

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!! daddy kink; female reader

oh but the way i know toji would fall to the backrest to watch the way you ride him, scarred lips tugged up in a little proud smile.

“yeah?” he asks at a particular bounce, your body collapsing to a full-stop when his cock hits somewhere deep just right. “daddy fuckin’ you good?”

“s-o good,” you hiss, head thrown back, exposing the column of your marked-up throat to show off the indents of his teeth against your skin. they’re spit-sheened and deep, but god you sure do look beautiful like that—all branded by toji’s possessiveness.

toji chuckles, the sound petering into a broken rasp when you begin to bounce on his cock again, your greedy hands using his belly to push yourself up.

“gon’ cum! daddy, ‘m gon’ cum!” you squeal, body racked with shivers. toji trembles himself, feeling lightheaded at the expanding pleasure that’s racing through him.

“shit, baby,” toji grunts, lifting his arms to grip the soft pudge of your hips. “cum for me, pretty girl. go on.”

and so you do, body locking as your jaw falls open for a silent scream, your pussy gushing with so much slick it’s drenching toji’s thighs. the image that you make—cock-drunk and squirting—is enough to push toji to his own peak, his pleasure tipping, spilling, until he’s shooting it deep in you.

“god,” toji groans. “this cunt’s jus’ too damn good, baby.” he rocks you on top of him, little humping moves that make you whine and twitch as overstimulation overtakes you at toji’s manhandling.

toji murmurs half-baked apologies, pulling you close so he can press them all over your cheek. but even then, he just can’t stop rutting in you.

damn, he thinks to himself. maybe one more round won’t hurt.

#toji calling himself ‘daddy’ has done unspeakable damage to me #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #suns #simon fic following up i promise 🙏🏼

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pixie-of-south · 3 months

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Harry mooning over Malfoy who dropped by to discuss a case with an auror

Ron : Oi Mate I hope you know to move past this pining and snag a date with Malfoy you gotta start being friendly and compliment him. Atleast stop insulting him and hope he miraculously snogs you.

Harry : Yeah I guess you are right sighs

Few days later

Harry nervously : Malfoy your hair looks good today

Draco : does a series of diagnostic spells I can't find anything wrong with you, did you hit your head on the way somewhere?

Harry still recovering from the unexpected spells : Wth Malfoy flustered stomps away

After 2837473 tries later

Harry : To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you Parkinson?

Pansy : Stop giving me that attitude. I know what you are trying to do, it is quiet pathetic really.

Harry : AND pray tell what is it that I am doing?

Pansy : Trying to woo Draco ofcourse

Harry sputtering : WHAT you are crazy?

Pansy : oh darling now don't go acting all dumb on me, who do you take me for? Anyways I am here to tell you get your head out of your arse and ask him directly instead whatever that is you're doing right now.

Harry : AND why should I listen to anything you say?

Pansy : well I heard Daniel from Department of Games is asking him tonight, he quite a looker is't he?. Do what you what you want to do with that I am leaving now. Ta! Potter.

Later that evening in the ministry atrium

Harry gathering all the courage: Malfoy I want to take you out

Draco : Now Potter I thought we were past the phase of wanting to rip each other's throats evey few days.

Harry : throwing his hands up in frustration THAT'S IT I AM DONE I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. FUCK RON FUCK PARKINSON

Draco : 🧍🏼‍♂️

#draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry #harry potter x draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #drarry incorrect quotes #hpdm #auror harry #unspeakable draco #ministry of magic #drarry fic #fanfiction #solitary pixie

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slutforsilverfoxes · 1 year

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Miss Demeanor

[A/N: So I ended up envisioning reader as Aaron’s sugar baby from Dinner and a Show who’s now graduated and officially moved in as His Girl :’) Can definitely be read as a standalone, but they just seemed to fit this one!

Pls enjoy this smut with the tiniest hint of plot that magically flew out of my fingers this evening (when I should have been studying l o l)]

You love your boyfriend. Adore him, really. Infatuation is unhealthy, sure, and you’ll tell Jack as such when he gets to the age where he starts becoming interested in dating, but you can’t help that your sun rises and sets with his dad. The man is the ultimate protector, partner, father, and lover. He’s everything you could’ve ever dreamed of and more.

But right now, you kind of want to strangle him with one of his stupid ties.

“Aaron,” you groan, sounding about as old as your little Hotchner currently is (eight, by the way, and suddenly too cool to snuggle with you during movie nights). Taking several plates out of the dishwasher, you stack them together and place them in the cabinet before trying again. “Baby, you just got home last night. Can’t you take one day off to spend with your girl?”

“Honey,” he sighs, mouth molding into a frown as he takes the clean mugs from you and arranges them on their designated shelf. “I just need to finish up some paperwork and then a quick consult with the New York field office.”

“No, no, I get it,” you respond softly, closing the dishwasher before crossing your arms and jutting out your lower lip with a dramatic sniffle to top it off. “I see where your priorities lie.”

“Hey now,” he coos, giving in to your little charade. With two short strides, he’s engulfing you in his arms, pressing you against his chest as his fingers run through your hair. “At least I’m working from home, right?” His voice rumbles through you from where you’re tucked into his large frame and you smile at the sensation, fisting his navy blue t-shirt in your hands and trying to draw him even closer as you take a big inhale of his intoxicating smell.

“Mm, I guess so,” you concede. “It’s just that…” You trail off, letting your hands roam further south until they’re planted firmly on his ass.

“Oh,” your boyfriend chuckles warmly, the sound sending a thrill through you. He hoists you up onto the counter before nuzzling his nose into the curve of your neck and you let out a whimper. “Jack’s with his aunt so you want to play, hm?”

You throw your head back to grant him more access, and the very fact that you can feel Aaron’s hand already in place to protect you from the wooden cabinet sends a flood of warmth between your legs. He presses a line of languid kisses along the hollow of your throat, and you begin panting in earnest. “Please, my love,” you whine, tugging at the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “Missed you so much.”

You feel two fingers prodding at your lips as he continues his assault on your neck, and you immediately open your mouth to let him in. The distinct taste that is Aaron bursts across your tongue, and you release a wanton moan as you swirl your tongue around the thick digits. Drawing your legs up, you cross your ankles behind his back and shamelessly rut against him, a high-pitched keen escaping past your lips when he rolls his hips in tandem with yours.

Aaron’s cellphone rings in his office, sounding a million miles away and yet loud enough to pierce your bubble. He detaches his lips from your neck with a groan, reaching behind his back to unhook your ankles. Pressing his mouth against yours in a tender kiss, he murmurs, “Just a couple hours, sweet girl. Be good for me, okay?”

You watch in utter disbelief as boyfriend Aaron morphs into Unit Chief Hotchner before your very eyes with a quick adjustment of his grey sweatpants and clearing of his throat. You’re still seated on the countertop, panting and flustered as all hell, when you hear his voice carrying from the other room, low and gruff and oh so sexy. “Hotchner.”

You decide in that moment that you most definitely will not be good for him.

You hop off the counter and pad down the hallway into the master bedroom, digging through the top drawer of the dresser until you find what you’re looking for- Aaron’s favorite purple lingerie set. Shucking off your pajama shorts and oversized t-shirt, you slip into the lacy fabric, appreciating the way it hugs your every curve in the full length mirror by your closet. You judiciously apply your cherry blossom-scented lotion to your freshly shaved legs and splash a touch of perfume along your pulse points for good measure. After all, your perfect man is ultimately just that: a man.

Satisfied with your work, you snag the button down Aaron had discarded last night and drape it over your body as the finishing touch. Tugging the collar tighter around you, you take a deep whiff of his cologne, and the smell of him alone sends another wave of arousal coursing through your veins. You continue down the hall, pausing at the threshold of his office to ensure he’s off the phone before knocking on the doorframe. “Aaron?”

“Yes, angel, I- christ.” He swivels in his chair to face you, the rest of his sentence catching in his throat at the sight of you, and your lips quirk up in a grin.

“Remember the day I bought this for you?” He swallows thickly and drops his head into a nod, a gleam in his darkening eyes. Taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, you shimmy his shirt over your shoulders until it bunches at the crook of your elbows and stand before him on display. “You remember what we did that night?”

“Of course I do,” he says, his voice a tantalizing growl. “Do you remember when I told you to be good for me ten minutes ago?”

You hum, tapping your index finger against your chin as if in deep thought before responding, “Mm mm. Nope.”

His jaw ticks ever so slightly, and he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. You can see him warring between rewarding your patience while he was away and punishing your blatant defiance now. Finally, he makes up his mind and pats the thick muscle of his thigh twice.

You cross the remainder of the room between you with a giggle, happily clambering into his lap and letting out a moan of delight when your aching core brushes against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. He traces the lace along the swell of your breasts with one finger, and you arch up into his expert touch. “What exactly do you want, naughty thing?”

You mouth hungrily at his neck, sucking at the soft skin there and moaning at his taste. Aaron winds his hand around your neck, tightening his grip as leverage to pull you back and you cry out, more so in pleasure than the tinge of pain. “I have to scruff you like a fucking cat to get you to focus,” he laughs darkly, the sound instantly making you feel small and submissive. He releases you from his hold, instead shifting his hand to cup your face and allowing you to nuzzle against his palm. “Answer my question.”

“Want to feel you, Daddy. Want you to fill me up, please, please, I need it.”

“Do you want me to fill you up here?” He slides his thumb past your parted lips and you suck on it greedily. Then he runs the wet digit down your body, between the valley of your breasts, along your stomach, swirling his thumb around your button once before pressing the pad of it against the wet spot of your panties. You let out a needy whimper and he murmurs, “Or do you want me to fill you up here, Princess?”

“Well,” you manage to puff out between your panting as you rut against the pressure of his finger, “you work so hard, Daddy. I thought I could be a good girl and keep your- ugh fuck- cock warm while you finish.”

“How thoughtful of you,” he croons softly, and you glow with pride. “Do you think you can sit still for that long?” You nod eagerly and abruptly halt the rocking of your hips, determined to show him just how patient you can be. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs against your mouth, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth until you cry out. “Fuck, I love you.”

Your heart swells at the unbidden confession. Carding your fingers through his hair, you kiss the tip of his nose before nipping at it and muttering back, “I love you more.”

He hits you with one of those knee-buckling, thousand-watt smiles before shaking his head, the dominant mask falling back into place. “Sit up for me, Princess.”

You raise yourself up on your knees on either side of his legs, just enough for Aaron to shift his sweatpants down and free his hardened length. Your mouth waters instantly at the sight, and without breaking eye contact with him, you let your saliva fall past your lips and onto the head of his cock before spreading it with your hand. His head falls back and his mouth drops open at the feeling of your soft skin on his aching hard on. Virtual sex is a life saver when Aaron’s across the country on a case, but nothing, nothing beats the real thing. “I need to be inside of you now, baby,” he rasps out, and you’re quick to oblige, pulling your slick panties aside and sinking down on his length. You let out a sound that can only be described as pornographic, and you feel his dick swelling even more inside you in response. Taking a stuttered breath, you tighten your walls around him experimentally and gasp when he grips your hips with a sudden ferocity. “Don’t.”

Nestling down further in his lap, you lock your arms behind his back and tuck your face into his neck. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, and then you hear the telltale shuffling of loose papers on the desk. Your eyelids flutter closed, and you fall into a dreamless sleep consumed by everything that is Aaron…

“Aaron.”

“Aaron?”

“I’m here, just grabbing the case file.”

You rouse from your nap to the sound of tinny voices coming through Aaron’s work laptop, and you’re overcome by a feeling of emptiness. Blinking away the haze of sleep, you find yourself on the couch in your boyfriend’s office underneath a plush blanket. The blinds are open, soft midday light filtering into the room obscuring your view of the faces on the call. The voices are unfamiliar to you as well, and you recall Aaron mentioning the New York field office. Twisting your wrist to get a look at the time, you grumble, “A couple hours, my ass.” Slipping out from underneath the blanket, you ease onto all fours on the floor to stay out of the camera’s view. You crawl across the short distance to Aaron’s desk, trying to squeeze into the space between his legs and blushing when you hear him clear his throat. He rolls back a few inches so you can settle underneath the desk, then raises one eyebrow in question when you look up at him, doe-eyed and innocent. You mime zipping your lips and he nods, then returns his attention to the screen and presses a hand against his face to cover his mouth before confirming, “I’m muted. What are you doing?”

“Taking what’s mine,” you state matter-of-factly, pulling his chair further under the desk before tugging his sweats down enough to reach your coveted prize.

“Y/N,” he growls low, a warning.

“Focus on your consult, SSA Hotchner,” you simper, licking a languid stripe along the vein on the underside of his cock. He takes a measured breath before you hear his voice, calm as ever. “Yes, we have some notes on the profile. It’s likely your unsub has a previous history of…”

You let his words fade into the background, focusing all of your attention on sucking his cock as slowly and quietly as possible. The dull ache between your legs and your extended nap mean you decidedly did not get the reunion fuck you deserve, and your goal now is to push Aaron’s resolve to its limits. He wants to make you wait? Two can play at that game.

Starting at the base of his cock, you press gentle, teasing kisses along his length until you reach the tip, then suckle at the head and dip your tongue into the slit to gather his precum. It takes every ounce of your willpower to keep quiet, especially given how utterly desperate you’ve been for a taste of Aaron since the moment he left for this last case. Above you, papers rustle as he flips through the case file and continues lamenting about sociopath this and devolving nature of the crimes that, but his dominant hand makes its way under the desk to grasp your hair tightly and pull. You lower your mouth further onto his cock to muffle your cry of pain and Aaron’s hips stutter, forcing the tip to brush against the back of your throat. Tears spring to your eyes and you dig your nails into the meat of Aaron’s thighs, willing yourself to tamp down the cough threatening to escape.

He shifts his hand to the back of your head, holding you down as he subtly shifts his hips and effectively fucks your throat. The power he holds over you coupled with the assault on your senses clouds your mental acuity, and you let one of your hands fall between your legs to pleasure yourself as Aaron uses your body. The heel of your palm brushes over your sensitive clit, and you moan reflexively. It’s not quite audible, but the vibration has Aaron’s cock twitching against the column of your throat and you know that he’s close.

“Excuse me for one moment, let me just see what has my dog whining.”

You process his words just as Aaron pulls back from the desk, his dick slipping from between your lips as you actually let out a whine at the intimation that you’re his bitch. Tugging his pants down further, you kiss along his muscular legs, nearly delirious with need.

“Y/N,” he snaps, and you look up at him with wide eyes, absolutely ruined. He beckons you closer with one finger and you move forward, crying out sharply when the palm of his hand makes contact with the soft skin of your cheek. “Oh fuck,” you moan wantonly. “Do that again.”

“You’re such a little whore,” he laughs, equal parts awed and exasperated. “We’re almost done here. Be good for me and then I’ll fuck you the way you deserve, Princess. Deal?”

A smile threatens to split your face in half and you nod eagerly, adding a, “Yes, sir,” for good measure.

“Good girl,” he praises softly, caressing your reddened cheek. “Open.” You oblige happily, taking in a deep breath through your nose as Aaron settles back in your throat underneath the desk. “And for Christ’s sake, behave.” You hear two clicks of the mouse and realize he’s put his camera and mic back on. Sitting back on your haunches, you rest your cheek against Aaron’s thigh and slowly, lovingly bob your head along his length, closing your eyes and savoring the taste of him as his soothing voice fills the room. His deft fingers massage your scalp and you imitate the motion with your own hands, one kneading his free thigh, the other caressing his balls. Finally, mercifully, you hear a chorus of thank you for your time and we look forward to working with the BAU again, and Aaron’s laptop clicks shut with a sense of finality.

“Okay, baby girl,” he calls, “come on out.”

You crawl out from under the desk, licking your lips at the image before you, a jungle cat on the prowl. “Can we play now, Daddy?”

He lazily fists his cock, clearly toying with you, and you watch his every movement with rapt attention. “I have half a mind to punish you for that stunt you pulled, you know.”

“I won’t say no to a good punishment,” you simper, nuzzling against his leg and obediently sucking on the head of his cock when he guides it toward your eager mouth.

“But,” he continues, “I made you a deal.” Aaron draws in a sharp breath when you redouble your efforts, sucking harder and moaning unabashedly now that you don’t have to remain quiet anymore. “Baby,” he pants, “fuck, Princess, I-” The rest of his thought dies on his lips and his jaw falls slack as he finally gives in to you. You draw out his release for as long as you can, happy little mewls from you at the taste of him on your tongue joining Aaron’s filthy praise. He takes your hand and guides you up toward him, your legs on either side of his as you straddle his lap in an exact image of where you started this morning.

Cradling your face in his large hands, Aaron pulls you in for a deep kiss, a possessive growl rumbling deep in his throat at the way you melt against him. “I hope you enjoyed your nap, little one,” he murmurs, running his fingers through your hair before pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, “because that’s the only sleep you’re getting today.”

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AH tags 🖤: @gothwifehotchner

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reliand · 1 year

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Ocean Eyes || by @shealwaysreads

Malfoy was still pale, his skin milk-white. But now, he had the faintest trace of freckles across his cheekbones. His hair was still fair, silver-blonde and bright as a new Sickle. But his eyebrows, and his eyelashes, were dark now; framing his eyes with dramatic sweeps and arches of black. A charcoal sketch on white vellum, bold and delicate. And his eyes. His eyes were different now, too. Shockingly so.

One of Draco’s eyes was blue, now.

I love this little fic and how Draco’s described through Harry’s eyes. He sounds absolutely ethereal, and I wanted to try and capture it.

#draco malfoy #drarry #harry potter #harry potter art #shealwaysreads #my artwork #my art #hp fanart #draco #unspeakable #I don't think his hair length is described in the fic but mid length on Draco is my favorite #not gonna lie this is the prettiest draco I have ever drawn #i don't know if I can top this

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astrhae · 4 months

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let there be gravity

(written for the @ineffableidiotsbigbang with art by @self-indulgentwriter 💙 chapter 2 out now!)

#good omens #good omens art #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #fic: nebula 231080 #i'm unspeakably excited for you all to see the art for chapter 2 😈#ineffableidiotsbigbang

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realbeefman · 7 months

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i'm a cis woman, but in the past few years i've developed a habit of headcanoning any male character i relate to as a trans women, beginning a fic trying to explore that, and then miserably falling short as i can never figure out how to end the story. i've recently joined a new fandom and started my most recent attempt at writing this ever-elusive character interpretation i've been trying to explain for years. and it occurs to me that maybe the reason i keep trying to interpret these characters i relate to as women and failing to, is because i'm trying to project the wrong experience. because i think that conclusion i can never fully bring myself to write isn't one about coming to terms with womanhood and embracing that identity, but about coming to terms with being a man.

so tldr im a trans man and this is a coming out post.

#shaking a little bit writing this but like. i dont know.#ive felt. alone a lot and ive been very scared of actually doing anything to make myself happy for a lot of my life #and ive felt a lot of shame about particularly. i dont know.#i feel a lot of shame in general #but about my gender. about feeling like i cant transition because i dont want to do it the way you see in media #and that its cool for other people to be gnc and trans and present however they want but #that itd be wrong for me. that id be faking #and i dont know i think im tired of running from it #im acting like this is some terrible truth. like this is an unspeakable evil i would inflict on the world by doing something that could mak #me happy. make me feel comfortable #i dont want that shame anymore #i never deserved it #anyways. i like the name angus. please call me angus from now on although autumn is actually still fine i do fw that name. always have #but i need to say this and put it out into the world and not take it back #this is my experience. this is my starting point. and fanfic and writing have been a big part of that #anyways. shoutout to #james wilson #most recent blorbo ive tried to trans the gender of. i think ill be able to finish this fic though lol.#trans #coming out #fandom #fanfic #personal #queer #lgbtqia

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amaureas-blog · 4 months

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Jedediah Shine x female reader smut

Summary: You’ve just given in the inspector's invitation to accompany him home to.. do things..

Genre: (Reader) Smut, PWP

Warnings: Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, non-negotiated choking, dirty talk

Word Count: 2,899

A/N: Just Porn. No introduction or anything we dive right into the smut. No beta. Plus, I wrote this one my phone because my notebook broke.

I shouldn't have given in so quickly to the inspector's invitation to accompany him home. But here I was now, sitting on his lap, his large hands rubbing warmth back into me, after walking here through the cold rainy breeze that was London's weather.

He had already peeled me off one layer of my clothing. Now only dressed in my under skirts and corset, I ran my hands over his chest, unbuttoning his waistcoat, while his hungry mouth was on mine, kissing me greedy.

I peeled him out of his waistcoat, before pushing off his suspenders. My fingers nervously started to fiddle with his trousers, feeling him hard as a brick underneath the fabric.

He broke the kiss, a snorted chuckle escaped his lips. “Someone's being a little impatient.”, he said, but I could tell by his smirk that he actually liked it. His large, calloused hands went under my skirt, grabbing my thighs and working their way up, before I felt two of his fingers rubbing over my cunt. “Is that little cunny so desperate for my cock?” I answer him with a moan and a quick nod.

He stroked over my hot and wet core a few times, before impaling me on two of his long fingers. I arched my back, throwing my head back, moaning again. “C’mon, girlie. Say it.”, he demanded, but I felt myself unable to form any words.

I tried to push myself more onto his fingers, to make him understand how much I needed him, but the inspector withdrew himself from me, leaving me whimpering and mourning the loss of his fingers inside me.

His hand came up to grab my chin, forcefully, to make me look at him. “I don't like repeating myself.”, he said impatiently.

I moved on his lap, desperate for some friction to ease the itching between my legs. “Please..” I feel him between my legs, hard and huge. “Please, fuck me, inspector Shine.” A hungrily glint sparkled in his eyes and his jaw worked with pleasure.

He pushed me off of him and got up with me, his hands caressing my arms, before pulling me against him, his lips kissing me roughly. My hands slid through his hair, before they rested in his neck.

The kiss didn't last long before his hands ripped open my corset, ruining it to my horror. “Who’s being impatient now, inspector?”, I teased, grinning up at him. “I hope you consider replacing it.”

“Depends on whether you will be a good girl, or not.”, he cooed, cupping my left breast and pinched my nipple between his index finger and thumb.

I hissed slightly and bit my bottom lip. “What will you have me do to prove to you I'm a good girl?”, I breathed seductively to him. His lips curled into a smirk.

“You can start by getting down on your knees, girl.” He really didn't have to tell me twice. Submissively I sank to my knees in front of him and heard him drawing a sharp breath.

I caught his gaze briefly before my eyes focused on his breeches. I could tell it was time to rid the inspector of them. I could see his incredible length apparent under the fabric. Excitedly I gasped for air before my fingers opened his fly and I found myself licking my lips.

As his cock sprung free into my hand, I was actually whimpering with excitement and felt my cunt clenching around nothing at the mere sight of it. Hell, yes. I was desperate for this cock.

“You just gonna stare at it, or are you actually going to suck me off?”, I heard him say with a dark chuckle. I was sure he took enormous pride in his remarkable manhood.

I looked up at him as I closed my hand around his shaft to gave him a few gentle strokes, before I leaned forward and closed my lips around his tip. I work my head and hand together for a while, as I work my way to fit his entire length into my mouth. His musky smell filled my nose, as I inpale my throat on his cock, my nose brushing his pubic hair and I get a low groan from him.

“That's it, girlie.”, his voice reached me, low and praising, sending a shiver down my spine. Both his hands grabbed my head now, keeping me right where he wanted me, before he started to thrust into my mouth until I gagged on him.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes and tried to breathe through my nose as best I could, while he was bruising my throat with a brutal pace. After a short time my hands came up to his waist to push him away from me so that I could gasp for air.

He growled, somewhat in disapproval, but let me catch my breath. He then grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I was looking up to him. I gasped a little in pain. “You better learn to hold your breath while I fuck your throat.” I felt like I disappointed him, so I nodded quickly. The look he gave me told me he wanted my word on that.

“I’ll be better next time.”, my voice sounded quieter than intended, but the inspector nodded satisfied.

“Good. Now get up.” I felt like a puppet, he said something and I hopped to it. For a moment I was afraid that this might bore him in the long run.

Even though Jedediah Shine seemed like a man who didn't tolerate getting denied anything, I still believed that a little challenge here and there, a little back talk even, would certainly arouse him. Perhaps I’d try to challenge him in the future. For now I got up and rid myself of the underskirt I was still wearing.

Now totally naked and exposed for Shine’s hungry eyes, I felt my heart beating in my throat as his eyes roamed greedily over my curves. Then he peeled himself off his own shirt and trousers. I watched him impatiently and surreptitiously bit my lower lip as more and more of his body was revealed. He was so well built and my fingertips itched to explore every inch of his body.

“You look like you’re hungry for dinner.”, he said, stepping closer, before he wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me flat against him.

A whimpering moan escaped my lips, feeling his muscles against my curves and his hard cock against my belly. “Sure am hungry.”, I admitted whispering. My gaze darted back and forth between his eyes and his lips.

“Then, scoot, to bed.”, he said, placing a slight slap on my behind, before we headed to his bed, where he lay flat on his back and pulled onto his lap.

I was a bit surprised to find myself seated on top of him, since I had the feeling that Jedediah Shine was a man who loved to be in control of things. Not that I thought I had any control as he roughly grabbed me by the hips and pulled me deeper into his lap, pressing his hips against me so that I could feel him hard and throbbing against my cunt.

I bit my lip at the attempt not to moan, even if I was extremely aroused. “No need to hold back, luv.”, his deep voice whispered to me. “It's not like anyone would hear you here anyway.” To me it almost sounded like a threat and perhaps it was meant to frighten me, but honestly it just made me feel more aroused.

I rolled my hips against his and let out a lovely moan for him, my hands resting on his chest, his hands tugging on my hips.

“Come here, girlie. Sit on my face.”

I do as he commented, my cunt weeping with excitement of what was about to come. His deep voice once again sent a shiver down my spine. I move on top of him, my knees left and right of his head.

“Yes, get your pretty ass up here.”, he growled almost impatiently, bringing his large hands up to cup both my buttocks. His fingers grabbed my flesh rough, almost brutally.

Pulling me closer to his hungry mouth like that, I gasped when I first felt his hot breath caressing my inner thigh, followed by his lips on my hot and aching core.

I felt how I immediately melted against him. My head went dizzy and my legs started shaking. Closing my eyes, head leaning back, my hands rested on his forearms for support. His tongue licked down to my entrance, warm and wet and wonderful. His beard scratched tenderly between my legs.

My breathing got heavier. My breasts rose and fell and a moan escaped my lips at the wonderful work the inspector did between my legs. I started moving my hips, but Shine responded with a disapproving growl and a smack to my ass, that had me jumping slightly.

I understood that I wasn't allowed the pleasure of riding his face, not yet. So I tried to keep my hips still even as he thrusted that devilish tongue inside me. I moaned with a shiver. He hummed darkly, his hand kneading my ass as if he wanted to tear me apart. The pain along with the pleasure was indescribable.

Then another smack to my ass made me cry out, leaving my skin sore and bruised by his rough hands. “Please..”, I begged him and his lips moved to suck on my clit, his tongue circling the small bead. “Oh, yes..”

He started eating out my cunt with vigor, sending shiver after shiver through my body. Shivering hard under the bulding pleasure that spread from my arousal through my whole body I started to move my hips, having his tongue and lips right there where I needed them the most. And this time he allowed it with an approving low growl which vibrated against my clit.

I feel another gush of arousal dripping down my cunt. His pacing was perfect. I felt my chest tighten almost painfully as the pleasure was building up inside me.

It came too soon; a bodyshaking orgasm, that have me moaning, screaming even. I press my cunt firmly onto his face, his tongue overstimulating me to the point that my brain went blank for a few seconds. It was pure bliss.

I was panting heavy when my climax wore off slowly. If my ears weren't ringing so much, I might have heard the inspector gasping for air himself. When his hands released me, I slipped off him and sank onto the bed next to him.

While I was still catching my breath I felt him moving next to me. Exhausted, I blinked slightly and saw him wiping away my wetness out of his beard. And just like that he was on top of me. My body almost limp from the heavy orgasm I just had.

With expert hands he spread my legs, positioned himself between them, taking hold of the base of his cock, before he forced himself all the way inside me.

Whimpering I took him, still too exhausted from what he just did to me. I wished he had given me a bit more time to recover from the first climax. My cunt was still too sensitive and tightened around him, when he started thrusting.

My hands came up against his firm chest, and as if he needed to prove his strength, I felt him flex his muscles in a boastful manner. There was not a single soft spot about this man.

His manicing eyes were fixed on my face and my breast, that bounced with each of his mighty thrust. My hands moved into his neck for an attempt to pull him down for a kiss, which was denied. For a moment I thought I saw a small, teasing smirk on his face. A pleading whimper escaped my lips, which only seemed to amuse him even more.

“What do you want?”, he teased me like it wasn't obvious and started thrusting harder and faster inside me, which made it difficult for me to form any words, since I was moaning under pleasure.

With my eyes closed and my head leaned back into the pillow I couldn't quite tell if it was pain or pleasure that drove me insane. He pounded inside me so heavy that my inner walls were clenching around him.

Suddenly I felt his large hand around my neck. His long fingers began to choke me, bruising my skin. An almost animalistic groan escaped his throat as he increased his pace again and I thought he was going to tear me apart like a hungry animal.

At first I was aroused by his hand that was wrapped around my neck. But the arousal soon gave way to fear when I couldn't breathe anymore.

Both my hands came up to his lower arm to try to take the pressure off my throat. When I realized that this didn't help, panic spread through me. He squeezed the breath right out of me. My eyes widened and I felt tears welling up in my eyes, running down the sides of my temples.

Then I hit his chest and upper arm with the palm of my hand to make him understand that I couldn't breathe anymore. When he finally loosened his iron fist around my neck, I gasped for air that was burning in my lungs. He stopped completely and watched me catch my breath.

I blinked up at him. His predatory eyes were trained on me. His hair was slightly disheveled and a few drops of sweat beaded from his forehead.

“You fucking..”, I reached out to give him a hard slap across the face, but he caught my wrist with almost perfected ease.

He pushed both of my wrists over my head, which I acknowledged with a whimper. His whole body pressing down on mine now, his face a few inches away from mine. I braced myself to get punished for attempting to slap him, but instead his lips were brushing against mine. I wanted to deny him the kiss, I wanted to be mad at him, but instead my lips were opening to him like a flower to the sun.

His tongue slipped inside my mouth, kissing me deeply, almost as if he wished to devour me. I could still taste myself upon his lips. Suddenly all the pain was worth the outcome of this perfect kiss.

His hips rolled against mine and I shivered, whimpering inside the kiss. By now my cunt felt so sensitive and sore that I didn't know how much more I could take. The kiss lasted another moment, before he broke it.

He started moving again, thrusting slowly.

“No.. I can't..”, I wasn’t sure if I could take any more.

“Oh, yes, you can.”, he said imperiously with a long and hard thrust. “I’m not finished with you yet, girlie. And you don't want to disappoint me, do you?” His words were like a dark promise that this was only a mere foretaste and that he could get much crueler when he was to be denied what he longed for.

I wondered if this man's hunger could ever be satisfied.

“You ain't gonna tell me that this little cunny already had enough of my thick dirty cock.” His vulgar mouth made me shiver once again. I wanted to give him all of me. I wanted to completely commit myself to this devilish man.

I loved the slow rhythm with which he now moved inside me. I pressed my hip against him, moved with him. “Good girl.”, he groaned next to my ear and thrusted hard into me again. I scream in pleasure.

Wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin for support. It drew a hiss from him and I’m almost a bit proud since he had bruised my throat so brutally before. But in exchange his pace became faster and more relentless.

“Fuck..”, I moaned. My lips formed his name as he pushed me over the edge again, moans turned into screams, as he continued to fuck me in a brutal pace, chasing his own release.

He was grunting, his hands bruising my wrists, as he still held them above my head. Then an animalistic groan rose in his throat, as he finally reached his climax and spouted his load into me.

After a few more lazy thrusts he collapsed on me. As I felt his weight on me and his hot breath on my neck, I ran my hand through his sweat-drenched hair, breathing heavily under him. His hands let go of my wrists and I felt his fingers gently tagging up in my hair, before he looked me in the face.

As he placed a soft kiss on my lips, I was a bit surprised, even shocked, how gentle his treatments now were unlike just a few moments before, when he was fucking me like a goddamn force of nature.

I was just about to melt into the kiss, when he withdrew. “I’m still not finished with you, girlie. So don't even think about walking away from me.”

Did he not know that I'm already completely devoted to him?

#jedediah shine #jedediah shine x reader #smut #pwp #plot? what plot?#i want this man to do gross #disrespectful #unspeakable #borderline illegal things to me #ripper street #joseph mawle #smut fic

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the-sinking-ship · 5 months

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Hi Sly👋

I just read The Unspeakable, and it was truly magnificent💞 Any chance for a sequel? I would love to know whether Harry got back in time for the birthday party in one piece😄 I loved your Harry and especially your Draco, I loved their dynamic and the 🌶️ scenes were deliciously written as well. Truly a work of art!! Thank you for posting it!! Now, I'm gonna have to read through every single thing you've ever posted lol

Hope you have a lovely day!!😊

Hello! And thank you so much!!

You know, I go back and forth on that one. I wrote it with the intention of it being a one-shot, though after I finished, I found myself wanting to linger. I'm happy with where it ended, but I do have thoughts about what happens next. So, for now, I'll say there is no sequel in the queue, but never say never.

#asks #nice things #the unspeakable fic

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milomilesmib · 4 months

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Call me uncultured but I didn't know Phil and Dan were actual people. I only knew them from the Phan fics (namely the hat fic) (DO NOT READ THEM UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES I DON'T CARE HOW STRONG YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU'RE NOT STRONG ENOUGH FOR THOSE FICS) and now knowing that they're actual people I'm like. What. Who the hell wrote a fanfic THAT vile about REAL people. Do Phil and Dan know? Or are they oblivious? I really hope they're oblivious because if someone wrote something like that about ME I would simply die.

#dan and phil #phan #phan fic #the hat fic #it has traumatized me in unspeakable ways #i thought *I* was a freak and then i read that and was like. what.#that person needs therapy #now. right this second. it's awful

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cluelesspigeons · 8 months

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This is written for the song “how you get the girl” by Taylor Swift from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 243

Drarry microfic: welcome home

The knock on the door was quiet, yet Draco still heard it. He looked up from the book he was reading, a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea in his hand. Who could possibly still need him at this ungodly hour of the night?

Slowly, he made his way over to the door, a warm blanket wrapped securely around his shoulders. Even after a long day of work, people couldn’t leave him alone, could they?

He pulled open the door. The words that were ready on his tongue, disappeared as quickly as they came when he saw just who was standing on his doorstep with an umbrella in his hands and a sheepish smile on his face.

“Hi.”

Before he could think twice about it, Draco slammed the door shut. He stood frozen in the hallway, pulling the blanket closer around his shoulder. Surely, it couldn’t be?

After a few seconds, Draco carefully opened the door again, peeking outside to see if he was still there. To his surprise, he was.

“Draco?”

His voice was so familiar. It hurt to hear it again after so so long. But still…

An unexpected warmth spread through his veins. He was back. He was finally back. After months of silence. After months of Draco trying—and failing—not to worry, Harry was finally back home.

A tentative smile lifted the corners of his mouth. He stepped aside to let Harry back in the house. “Welcome home, my love.”

Prompt from May 5th

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