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1-800-call-ria · 9 months

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chenle 👏 is 👏 a 👏 thigh 👏 guy 👏

i know he loves thick thighs, he fucking go crazy when he was eating you out and you close your thigh when youre cumming, crushing his big ass head with that plump soft big thighs. he doesnt event try to hide it, hes always touching it, caressing it, biting it, shittttt. even when you guys are watching movies together with ur friend over at his apartment, he'd sit on the floor between your legs hanging from the couch, just so he can lay his head to the side on top of your plushy thighs. THIS MAS LOVES THIGHS

Chenle LOVES THIGHS

yes. yes. absolutely yes. EVERY SINGLE TIME TOO. sorry this is so short :(

warning: smut, oral (f) , not edited 😭

You’ve always known Chenle had a thing for your thighs. He would touch and caress them during car rides, pinch them whenever he was just walking by and even just staring whenever your wore anything that remotely showed them off. It was a matter of time before you would learn the true extent of this love though.

Every so often your friends and his friends gather around to have a movie night. It’s usually once every few months because if everyone’s packed schedules but every time it happens it’s always so fun. You all vote on the top two movies that what to be watched and you sit, eat snacks and just vibe.

It just so happened that this time it was at his house. His house always had the best food, TV and especially best seating.

He always, and I mean always sits at your feet. Chenle places himself right between your legs and if your legs ever feel like they’re falling asleep, he’ll move them. Opting to put them over his shoulders so he can move even further between your legs.

If you’re wearing shorts he’ll definitely turn his head every so often to nip and suck at your thighs. If you’re wearing pants he’ll go ahead and just lay his head back even further into you. Whenever you jokingly squeeze your legs together, he just laughs along bringing his hand to rub up and down your leg (even pinching causing you to purposefully have you close your legs around his head).

Remember this is a movie night. Whenever everyone has fallen asleep he goes ahead and takes you to his (your) room.

He’s been hard ever since you first let him sit down between your legs, now he wants to suffocate between your thighs.

Maybe even let you sit on his face, you know 😉 Burry him in all the glory he calls your thighs.

“Don’t worry pretty baby, I’ll take care of you…”

Now the problem is making sure you stay quiet enough while he eats you out like a starved man.

Silence has never been your strong suit, now has it?

“Shhh, you wouldn’t want our friends to hear you, now would you? But I bet you’d like that.”

He’s licking and nibbling softly, even being very deliberate in where he’s placing his tongue and nose. Chenle loves all this is you…but especially your thighs :)

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iamawolfstarsimp · 5 months

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please pleASE can I request a fic between James and the others where James somehow provoked them all and ends up getting wrecked? Please I’m starving for marauders content I’ve literally read every fic to ever exist😭

Feel free to change the plot idea because it’s only a rough choice I will literally take anything at this stage 💀

oml I'm in the same boat with you, i have literally searched the whole internet (feels like I have) looking for fics

But I got you, have a mini fic for your troubles

"I swear to god, if you throw one more fucking paper ball at me, I'm gonna throw you off the astronomy tower." Sirius growled, hunched over his homework.

Finals season before Christmas was really taking a toll on all of the marauders.

Except for James, of course.

James was the kind of person who was annoyingly positive when everyone else was negative, mostly because he knew it got on people's nerves.

For whatever reason he was especially good at annoying Sirius (probably because he knew him so well, I mean, they were practically brothers).

Sirius whipped his head around when James threw yet another crumpled up piece of parchment at him. James sniggered and roll over onto his back, laughing up to the ceiling of his bunk.

"James, will you stop irritating Padfoot so he'll shut the fuck up so I can finish this essay?" Remus glared at the pair of them.

"It's not my fault that he won't leave me alone!" Sirius said, glaring right back at Remus.

"Will you two just be quiet?!" Peter shouted.

"Well, excuse me!" Sirius yelled right back. "All of a sudden it's my fault that James is the one being annoying!"

"I don't know what you three are talking about," James grinned from his bed. "I have been nothing but peaceful this entire work session."

The other three marauders shared a irritated look between each other.

The all opted to ignore James and he would get bored eventually and leave.

Unfortunately, Sirius wasn't very good at that and instantly turned around when James threw yet another paper ball.

"If you chuck one more paper ball at me, you're gonna regret it." Sirius hissed.

"Yeah, alright Pads." James chuckled and nodded.

When Sirius turned back around there was a good thirty seconds of silence before there was the soft sound of paper hitting the back of someone's head.

Remus, who was the victim of James' torment instead of Sirius, immediately stood up and walked over to James's bed. He grabbed him by the ankles and promptly tugged him off onto the floor.

James yelped as Remus wrestled him to the floor, pinning him down by sitting on him while grappling with James' arms. James was all the while laughing, finally getting the attention he wanted.

"I don't understand," James said calmly as Sirius and Peter hopped up to help, Sirius pulling up James' arms above his head and sitting on them, Peter holding down his legs. "I didn't throw anything at Sirius." He grinned.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" Remus scowled. James grinned again and nodded.

"It's why you all love me." There was a collective eye-roll between the other three. "I mean what's not to love? I'm good looking, strong, smart, fu-hahaha-!"

While James had been rambling Sirius had taken the opportunity to start poking at his ribs.

"D-dude, stohop!" James giggled, unashamed.

"This is what you get for distracting us for an entire hour." Sirius smirked.

Peter sat lower on James' shins, making quick work of pinning his feet and had started scratching up and down his soles, Remus wiggling fingers across his taut stomach.

"You guhuhys su-hahaha-suck!" James squirmed wildly from side to side, throwing his head back when it got bad.

Jame arched his back and squealed when Remus found a good spot on his hips and proceeded to dig his thumbs into said spot.

"No no no no, nohohOHO!! H-hehehelp!!" James laughed, tugging at his arms but to no avail.

James bucked hard when Peter started scribbling on the tops of his feet and that soft spot under his toes, almost sending Remus off of him.

Remus glared and vibrated one hand into his belly the other digging into his hip. Sirius was non-stop scribbling and digging into his ribs and underarms, sending James into hysterics.

The room was filled with James' bright, loud laughter. His laugh became high pitched whenever he got really giggly, and it became especially loud when he got excited or happy.

"No more, no mohohore!!" James had closed his eyes, excepting his fate. "Plehehease!!"

They all slowed down, gradually bringing himself down from that high of laughter. Sirius wiped away the tears that had rolled down his cheek, Remus gave his belly a firm pat before climbing off, Peter doing the same.

They left him on the floor to calm down while they got back to their work. Once he noticed Remus had finished (who was the first to get done) and sat down on his own bed, he flopped across his legs.

"I have no pity for you," he smirked. "You got what you deserved." James groaned at his response.

"You're gonna continue to annoy people while they're working, aren't you?" Remus said after a pause.

"You bet." James grinned when Remus shook his head and eye rolled.

Hope you liked!!

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oumaheroes · 1 year

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I need more brit bros in my life 🥺 pls, i am starving, i might succumb to the darkness and never return 😭

I will do anything for more brit bros please, i am down on my knees 🧎🏼‍♀️

~Izzy

Izzy, please don't starve, I know times are hard but I have a crumb for you 🙏 And longer things will come later, I promise

And Anon, I hope this fills your void too!

Characters: England, Northern Ireland

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‘Why.’

‘You know why.’

‘What’s a shit answer.’

‘It’s a terrible question.’

‘Why.’

‘You know why, Sean.’ England clicked his tongue and sat up straighter in his seat. ‘You’re not seventeen.’

‘You’re right, I’m over a hundred.’

‘You don’t look seventeen.’

‘Oh come on, Art.’

‘Come on, Art? Come on, Ar- for fuck sake, “come on Art” what? You want me to change the law for you? Hmm? Somehow grant you special exemptions from what everyone else has to follow?’

‘Patrick would let me.’

England gave a sharp dark laugh, ‘On my roads? Sure. On his? You can fuck right off.’

‘Please.’

‘No.’ England said sharply, ‘You can drive on private land. You can go on youth courses. You can even go in an illegal Banger Race and burn out your needs there if that hell so suits you-‘

‘You’d never let me go in a Banger Race-‘

‘-but you are not getting a special driving licence. Not till you’re physically seventeen like everyone else.’

North groaned and dropped his head back against the headrest, ‘But I know how to drive.’

‘That tree you reversed into earlier says otherwise.’

‘It was a stump! I didn’t see it, it was too low down.’

‘So is a toddler.’

‘And toddlers won’t be running about the back of the car, will they!’

‘Look,’ England unclipped his seatbelt and turned to face North better, ‘Despite what you may think, I’m not being a hard arse. I’m not telling you no just to be cruel, or because I have a twisted sense of joy in your suffering-‘

North snorted.

‘-because woe betide you poor soul, with all of the perfectly good public transport available to you-‘

‘That’s not the point.’

‘I know it’s not the point.’ England put a hand on North’s shoulder, ‘The point is, you look too young. If you hit anything-‘ he gave North a warning look when he tried to interrupt, ‘-if you hit anything, or cause any sort of accident at all, then it’s going to be a legal and political nightmare. Doesn’t matter how old you are, or how well you can drive, it can’t be explained if anything goes wrong.’

‘It’s not fair.’ North said quietly. He ran his seatbelt between his thumb and forefinger. England’s old jeep hummed softly in the silence, the engine keeping the windows from misting up in the frigid January air.

‘I know it’s not.’

North wondered if England knew that he was talking about more than just the car, or being able to go out and drive one on the roads. It was the attached shackle of being trapped in a body that didn’t age, restricted by rules and milestones that he wouldn't be able to reach for an undefined time. Life unchanging and stunted by it. It was different from just being treated like the age of the face he wore, it was North being pinned in place by its rules.

His brothers had been physically far younger for far longer- North knew that without being told- but he was sure that they hadn't chafed against society as much as he did. Hadn’t been told no to everyday skills based on age alone. If they could physically do something, they did. Their bodies’ age hadn’t held them back from riding horses or sailing across oceans to die in wars they didn’t ask for, or that they did.

North couldn’t even drive to Tescos.

‘Come on.’ Evidently, the silence had stretched on too long for his brother to be comfortable. England squeezed North’s shoulder and clipped himself back in, ‘Let’s see how far we can get on what petrol we’ve got left.’

‘You mean until you get panicky when we get to half a tank and make us turn around.’ North pressed the clutch down and pushed the gearstick with some force into first. ‘You need to oil this.’

‘You’ve said. Three times.’

‘Well, it’s still stiff as shit, like.’

‘How on earth do you expect me to do anything about it now?’

‘Matt’s probably left some WD-40 in here somewhere.’

England chuckled, sounding fond, ‘Probably.’

Taking off the handbrake and releasing the clutch, North rolled the old jeep back onto the tiny road that ran through England’s rural estate.

As they drove, England began talking about something or other that was happening in London and North let his mind wander; the familiar tree lined roads and the early morning haze softening the sun making him feel lighter the further they drove. He was grateful that England hadn’t tried to push the issue, or convince him of anything. A change in the last twenty years that North was thankful for.

‘How about a pub lunch?’ England said after a time, ‘We’ll switch when we get near the B road and I’ll drive us to The White Hart.’

‘Will you let me get a pint this time?’

England pressed his lips together, ‘Only if you don’t tell Rhys.’

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