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George Weasley is litteraly the biggest boobs man, he just love to peek into your shirt to see them, touch them, suck on them litteraly a baby

(Please can u do a mini-fic with it?)

ugh yeah george is so fucking obsessed with your boobs that he’ll try to get peek whenever he can, subtly tugging at the top of your shirt and sneakily stealing a glance as you eye him disapprovingly with a raised eyebrow. and when you’re talking to him while wearing a low-cut top, his eyes are mesmerisingly glued to your chest, your perfect tits slightly spilling from your tiny shirt, making your words go in one ear and out the other.

and even in public, in the crowded common room, he has no shame whatsoever. “george, stop it!” you command with a firm, stern tone, swiftly swatting his hand away that wanders under your shirt towards your bra-covered tits. you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassments as you quickly glance around to see if anyone saw his inappropriate behaviour. “well, that’s just mean…” he whines, fake-pouting at you before his gaze is already drawn to your tits once again as you roll your eyes at him. “…keeping them all to yourself like that.” he playfully huffs, his eyes still fixed on your chest, staring intently with his head slightly tilted, drool almost spilling from his slightly parted lips.

and during sex, all his attention is on your tits and hardened nipples— either his strong, firm hands are massaging them and his fingers toying with your nipples or his mouth is wrapped around them, sucking on them them eagerly. he also loves to cover them completely in hickeys, fully claiming them as his, before fucking you at a fast pace, hungrily watching your tits bounce in synchronisation with his relentless thrusts. “bloody hell.” george groans, completely entranced by the mesmerising sight beneath him, as he licks his lips with a hungry and lustful twinkle in his eyes. “so… perfect…”

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“I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise. You probably don't remember but I was really serious about building that gorgeous house with the big yard. The house on a hill where you could see the sea, with a designer kitchen and a studio in the basement and piles of clothes in your closet, all the latest fashions of course.”

James Kelly to reader after he finally comes back from jail but they have already moved on!!:(

How would Derek morgan react if you cryed bc he cut his finger while opening a box for you 😭 I've literally done this before bc my dad was opening smth for me and he cut his finger 😭 I felt TERRIBLE

He doesn't notice your tears until he's sealing a bandage over the cut on his finger, but when he sees the misty sheen over your eyes, he jumps into action.

"Hey, woah mama, what's the matter?" He reaches for your waist, comforting both for his touch and the way you can't see his injury anymore.

"I'm sorry," You sniffle, "I didn't mean to make you cut yourself."

"You didn't jab me with the scissors," He laughs sympathetically, wiping your tears with his large thumb, "Don't sweat it, pretty baby, it was my fault."

"Still, you were opening it up for me," You lament, "'S my fault."

"Yeah, well technically it's Reid's fault that I fell on my ass last week on the jet," He shrugs, "But I didn't hold that against him or his inconveniently large feet that stick out into the aisle."

You giggle wetly, and he leans in to kiss your forehead with a smile on his face.

"You fell?" You ask, and he nods even if he scoffs at the questioning.

"Almost clocked my head on the table," He recalls, "But I escaped without a concussion."

"That's why your butt feels flatter," You muse teasingly, "I might have to fluff it back up again like a pillow."

His hands dart away from your waist to cover his backside, eyes wide and terrified, "No- no, do not get your hands anywhere near my ass. You're relentless, I can't ever get you off of it."

"It would make me feel better," You exaggerate the thickness of your voice, wiping at a phantom tear as if you'd been the one wounded.

"Oh, you- really? Fine, fine, you get one minute. Forty-five seconds, if you start getting too squeezy."

"If you really loved me you'd give me five minutes," You heave a sigh, hands already reaching for his ass, "But forty-five seconds will have to do."

"You're such a drama queen," He huffs, but the startled yelp he lets out when your nails dig into his skin through his jeans suggests that you're not the only dramatic one.

up, down, side to side, horizontal, vertical, oral, doggy style, prone bone, missionary, on the couch, in the bed, on a boat, on a plane, on a train, in a prius, in a 16-wheeler, in a pool, in a hot tub, on the neighbor’s lawn, in front of his ex’s house, in a garden, in the eiffel tower, in the panama canal, at all the 7 wonders, at disneyland, at disneyland in tokyo, in the murder house, at briarcliff, at the coven, at the freak show, at the hotel cortez, in roanoke, in the basement on the fucking pinky power table, in the outpost, in the lab, on a beach in p-town, at dunder mifflin, at x mansion, in his mom’s basement, in a library while stealing books, in the sex shop, in another mental hospital, at trump towers, in his apartment he rented me, at the police precinct, while traveling the CA coast, in somalia, in the 60s, on the street, in the international space station, any hole, any position, in the air, on the ground, under the ground, at the center of the earth, in all the oceans, on the table, on the counter, in a river, in a tree, on a highway, in a truck bed.

anywhere. anytime. any hole.

please

any pet name with “my” in front >>> 🎀

Mfmndnfm Kyle Spencer brainrot

me & someone’s dad 💗 .

Luke Cooper, The Office: s7 ep1

Addicted (Stephen x FemReader)

Summary: You love your sweet baby boy, but you know how much of a pretty little liar he can be. Especially when it comes to something he wants.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Mission, refusal to pull out, slight mommy kink, and… Stephen’s cute, big dick.

Notes: I would love to hear what all you, lovelies, think! If you would like to see more of Stephen! If so...I already have another idea in mind! ❤️

- It’s in the way he exhales; breathy, laced with the sweetest whimper. Just barely audible over the lovely, lewd sounds of Stephen’s clumsy thrusts.

- You can practically feel his impatience. See the look of dizzy, drunk pleasure on his angelic face. Clearly on the verge of his orgasm with the way his compact muscles tense…how his neck strains deliciously. “Good…feel so good…”

- Sweat gleams on his skin in the faint light. As well as the angry, red scratches you left on his biceps…chest. “Sucking me back in…clenching around me…”

- The scent of sex lays heavy in the air when he begins to twitch. His calloused hands grip your hips harder. Pace picks up, drives grow more erratic. While he sputters out… “S-shit. You’re g-going to make me…make m-me…”

- “P-pull out, baby,” you pant softly. Writhing beneath him, head tilted slightly to the side. Showing off all the adorable marks he left behind. “You need to p-pull out.”

- Strokes become uneven, sloppy. He shakes his head and something wild, defiant flashes in those blue eyes. “N-no. Please, m-mommy. I want to m-make a mess of this p-pretty pussy…”

- Instinctively you try to push him off, but his hold tightens. Pinning you to the bed, pressing you into it with his weight. “Coat these t-thighs; cover those s-swollen folds…”

- You know you shouldn’t. That you should be more forceful; attempt to fight back, put him in his place. Demand he releases on your stomach, like always. But he looks so sweet, so desperate…you can’t deny him.

- Legs wind, lock securely. Hands cling to his shoulders, pulling him close. Walls flutter while your lips ghost over the shell of his ear. “All right…just this one time though…”

- “T-thank you…thank y-you… I p-promise… Only…only…” Movements falter, stutter. Long fingers digging in, bruising you. As he buries his face into the side of your neck, hot breath and soft curls tickling your skin.

- “O-one…onnnce…” Slamming awkwardly, brutally. Strangled moan flies from his mouth and he cutely cums. His warm seed pumping you all full, making you…

- Wail out at the sudden load. Coil in your stomach finally snapping, sending you crashing over the edge. Crying out; gushing all over his cock, milking him for every drop. Head reeling in the best way possible, barely able to think…because it’s just too good. Not that you'll admit it.

- He babbles, whimpers. Tongue lapping, teeth nibbling gently. Continuing to pound and fuck you through his high. “Warm…s-so warm…” Until the last spurt paints your walls and he stills.

- Propping himself, he hovers above you. Chest heaving, face all flushed and splotchy. Glasses crooked and completely fogged up. “That…that was a-amazing.”

- Try as you might, you can't help but giggle at his adorably, pathetic state. Cupping his pink cheek, tapping it gently. “Glad you enjoyed yourself, but don't get used to it though. One time only…got it?”

- “Y-Yeah…” He mumbles, reluctantly pulling out. Gaze locked on, entranced from the way that creamy whiteness seeps from your core. “O-only once…”

- That something wild, defiant flashes in those blue eyes once more and you know… That by the end of the night you’ll have lost count of how many times he’s cummed inside you… That it’s too late to stop Stephen now… Now that he’s addicted…

- Oh, well… Maybe you'll get a cute baby or two out of this, out of your pretty little liar…

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @adorbzliz, @sythethecarrot, @divineani, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @fuckmyskywalker

i wish i was your girl i wish i was your girl i wish i was your girl i wish i was your girl i wish i was your girl i wish i was your girl

<-.poser boy.->

~WARNINGS~ male orgasm, teasing, nipple play, slight angst, handjob (m receiving), dryhumping

DNI UNDER 16

“Mmm…”

If there was one good thing about being dead, it was the fellow ghosts. Half of you regretted trodding to the abandoned mansion at the end of the street, where you ended up being stabbed to death and robbed by who would have been a potential weed dealer. But the other half…damn. Sometimes being dead was not all bad.

When you first met Tate Langdon, you assumed the worst. After all, he was some wannabe Columbine-copycat, some masochist attention-seeker who sat in his room all day and listened to poser bands like Nirvana. You were more than that, weren’t you? He was just some edgy teen. Well, so you thought.

But now here you were, sitting on his bed with your lips mashed against his. His soft tongue kept poking out tenderly, swooning your lips into opening just enough so he could press his tongue’s tip against yours. He let out a soft whine before tugging you closer.

You kept your eyes shut as he pulled your shirt over your head, still too embarrassed to make eye contact with the boy you convinced yourself you hated. As he kitten-licked your chest, you tried to let your mind wander to think of anything but the poser boy grabbing your waist. But you couldn’t. Instead all you could do was grab his hair by the roots and squeeze your eyes shut as he drew perfect little circles around your hard nipples with the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck yes…”

Damn, he was vocal, and that made it all the worse. It was hard to pretend it wasn’t him when he was humping your thigh and moaning into your skin. You felt his throbbing erection against you and you laid there quietly, not knowing how to respond. You died without your first kiss, but God forbid you let Tate know that. And to know he somehow craved you this badly, it was more of an ego boost than anything. That was, if you ignored the ache nestled under your hips. But that had to be unrelated, right? You couldn’t be horny for the loser lapping at your chest.

You watched blankly he hastily tugged his dick out of his pants and gave it two quick strokes to help ease the aching. Precum was dripping in little clear beads from the tip, and out of sheer boredom (as you tried to convince yourself) you began to rub your thumb softly on the swollen tip. He let out a loud whine and buried his face in your neck.

“Please…please…I needa cum…”

How fucking pathetic. And yet, you were tugging softly at his throbbing cock, wondering wistfully how he would feel tucked deep inside you. He let out another loud moan as he clawed at your waistband, feeling your arousal through your pants. It felt good. So good.

“C’here.”

You whispered as you let your legs fall apart. He immediately nodded with understanding and began rubbing his tenderness against your crotch. With each hump, his eyes rolled back into his head. You almost did not notice that now you weren’t just making out with him with your eyes open, but you were checking him out. Pools of precum from his leaking cock covered the front of your jeans as he mumbled and moaned into your shoulder. With a soft yank you tugged his shirt off, and began rolling his nipples over your thumb as he whimpered into your skin.

A couple more rough humps, and you felt a spurt of warmth against your crotch. But this time you forgot to hold back your moans, and he looked up with soft surprise at the idea you might have just enjoyed this. His cheeks were tinged red and he pressed a soft kiss to your jaw as he rode his orgasm out on your thigh. Your jeans were covered in his warm cum, but somehow you didn’t care.

After the bliss passed, he opened his eyes and his lips curved into a smirk.

“You gotta let me have more.”

The fucking pervert. But somehow you still found yourself tugging your jeans down. So much for pretending.

𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫☆

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 (𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐒)

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 (𝐀𝐎𝐓𝐂)

𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞

I had to unfollow some mutuals due to those rp accounts like holy shit it was getting on my nerves. Like girlies, yall are kinda making a fool out of yourselfs

trump getting shot would’ve sent kai anderson into a coma

the other woman.

harry james potter x fem!reader

angst

warnings : use of y/n , angst , cheating

your point of view.

summary : you and harry have been together since 3rd year. ( 5th year now ), i mean sure you hung out, talked, held hands. but it seems like he has his eyes on a certain weasley.

| my first writing, please don’t judge! |

two months without seeing harry, i mean sure we talked, but i felt as if he was being distant.

he didn’t even sit with me on the train he sat with her.

i mean she’s pretty but what does she have that i don’t ?

i was lost in thought, not noticing hermione sit beside me. “hey, you doing alright love?” i jump slightly looking over at her, “yeah sorry, can i ask you a question” i asked, “yeah of course, what’s up” she’s says frowning her brows “is harry losing feelings?” she looks at me confused, “what do you mean” “he barely sent me letters throughout the summer, he didn’t sit by me on the train, and every time i talk to him he’s just dry and uninterested” she looks down “well he was at the weasleys this summer, maybe he’s just been busy”.. i huff out a maybe taking off towards my dorm, a million thoughts running through my mind. tears falling down my rosy cheeks. shutting and locking my door behind me climbing into bed. a few hours later, i drag myself out of bed, walking down to the common room.

my heart stinging at the sight of his eyes piercing through her golden pale skin. pushing myself forwards taking a sit beside fred. ginny smiles over at me waving, i force a smile back, watching his eyes peel away from her over at me, “oh, hi love” he mutters softly towards me patting the seat beside him, i get up slowly, settling down beside him.

“how was your summer y/n?” ginny speaks up, i glance up at her, “it was okay quite boring, and yours?” my heart aching hearing her ramble on about all the things her and harry did this summer, picking at the buttons on my cardigan, harry gives my thigh a gentle squeeze, as his eyes are locked on the redhead in front of him. i couldn’t hold it back anymore, the tears start streaming down my face, pushing his hand off me, taking off towards my dorm.

three days later, and i haven’t heard from harry, he barely even glanced at me. i try to push my thoughts away. slouching in my chair, raising my arm slightly “professor, may i use the restroom” snape huffs, “be quick.”, i quickly leaving the classroom.

walking into the bathroom, hearing faint voices in the distance stopping me in my tracks, “it’s okay harry, she doesn’t have to know.” my heart sinking to my feet hearing her voice.

i’m having the worst brainrot thinking ab mean dom harry … he didn’t think he liked the idea of being mean to u during sex but he can’t stop when he hears how u react to his harsh words UGH

HARRY ugh i missed my baby !!!!!!!! harry never intented to be purposely mean to you, but you know, sometimes his irritation would get the better of him, causing him to lose his temper. as a result he’d snap at you and say harsh words that he’d instantly regret. however, to his biggest surprise, you didn’t even cry, yell back, or walk away angrily— you remained silent, a sly smile you tried to suppress creeping onto your face as you awkwardly fiddled with your hands. and that was the moment he found out about your degradation kink.

so now, during sex, harry takes advantage of that and releases all his pent-up anger when he’s pounding into you, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. and it works for the both of you— he found a way to let go of all his rage from whatever annoyed him that day and you reach orgasms even quicker than ever before. it’s a win-win situation!

“so pathetic, aren’t you? i can feel you tighten around me every time i call you my dirty slut.” harry hisses, the tip of his cock hitting all the right spots within you as your sharp nails drag down his bare back. “you like it when i talk to you like this, hm?” he growls, and you nod eagerly. “y-yes harry, fuck! i love it!” a mischievous smirk spreads across his face as he tightens his grip around your neck, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “yeah? bloody hell, such a pathetic little whore for me— only for me.”

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i have so much writes block rn

please help ☺️ .

guys , i wanna start writing but it’s so hard 😭 .

like the request sounds really good and i wanna do it but the words just aren’t coming to me . like when i start writing i don’t even know what to say or do . please help 🙏🧎‍♀️‍➡️ .

rules

* requests are open *

will write for ; anakin skywalker ‘ alec volturi ‘ edward cullen ‘ tate langdon ‘ kit walker ‘ johnny cade ‘ jj maybank ‘ kai anderson ‘ dallas winston ‘ kyle spencer ‘ spencer reid ‘ aaron hotchner ‘ rafe cameron ‘ sirius black ‘ remus lupin ‘ james potter ‘ harry potter ‘ fred & george weasley ‘ theodore nott ‘ lip gallagher ‘ carl gallagher

will not write anything about ; puke ; shit ; illegal age gap ; age play ; rape ; abuse ; kidnapping

SAID SHE WANTED 5 GUYS SHE AINT TALKIN BOUT BURGERS 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Why does this make me think of biker! Alec and his bratty! Mate 💀🥴