#smutty saturday
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Camping | Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Prompt from the lovely @wallpapertown ( i did run with it a little but i hope you still enjoy! )
summary: the group goes camping together, but forgetful minds mean close quarters for Eddie and the reader.
warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, smutty smutty smut, buddies sharing a tent, skimpy clothes, slightly pervy!eddie, groping, fingering, p in v unprotected (who brings condoms to a friendly camping trip), once again jonathan does not exist in my writing, your friends definitely know whats going on in the tent. one use of y/n, pegging joke, pet names.
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You’d known about the plans for a camping trip for a few weeks, but in classic you fashion, you’d left all your preparation until the last minute, frantically throwing clothing and snacks into your truck. Certain you were packed, you lifted your cooler from your kitchen with ease,
“Shit shit shit, I need ice!” You ran to the freezer and saw the ice trays empty, meaning you’d have to grab ice from a nearby store. You were so focused on grabbing the ice that you failed to notice your tent was still on the kitchen table as you left the house.
In fact, your forgetfulness didn’t dawn on you until about 2 hours later, when you found the spot Robin had suggested. Steve is the first to notice you pulling up and points out the lack of tent in your truck bed,
“I was so focused on grabbing ice for the cooler that I totally forgot my tent.”
“Jesus, we’re not doing well today.”
“What do you mean?”
“Robin forgot her tent too, she was so fixated on marshmallows for s’mores that she blanked on it. Her and Nancy are sharing. Casa’s Harrington and Munson are looking perfect though.” Steve gestures to the only tents that are standing, Nancy trying to help Robin set up her tent. “Uh, I guess I can sleep with Eddie and you can have my tent to yourself?”
Eddie appears behind you, “What’s that about sleeping with me? I’m flattered Steve but I thought this was a friendly camping trip.”
“No idiot, y/n forgot her tent, so I said I’ll share with you and she can have my tent.”
“Or she can stay in my tent? She stays over at mine plenty?” Steve shrugs and turns back to you,
“Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”
You link your arm through Eddie’s, “I think I’ll stick with my sleepover buddy and let you enjoy your tent to yourself.” As you speak you’re interrupted by the sound of canvas ripping and you turn to Robin and Nancy, Robin has forced a tent pole into a part that did not require a pole and has destroyed Nancy’s tent. Steve pinches the bridge of his nose,
“Alright, Robin and Nancy can have my tent. I’ll sleep on the chairs outside.”
Eddie pats him on the back, “You’re a good dude. Alright, come on, you lets get you set up in the freak shack.” Eddie grabs your bag from your truck and leads you over to his tent. You set up your sleeping bag next to his, grateful that he’s got a large enough foam mattress set up so you wont destroy your back on the hard floor.
“Thanks Eds, I hope I’m not ruining any plans you have?”
“Plans? I plan to get high, eat so many s’mores I nearly vomit and then fall asleep to the sounds of nature; mosquitos flying around, sucking Steve dry for sure, bears fuckin’ beside the tent and a babbling brook. Sounds magical.” You both burst out laughing as you step out of the tent,
“Sorry, what was that about sucking me dry?” Steve glances up at you both from where he’s trying to set up a camp fire, this only serves to make you and Eddie laugh more,
“Relax Harrington, I meant the mosquitoes. Our sexual chemistry isn’t coming to a head just yet. I’m more of a slow burn man myself.” It’s already starting to get dark but finally, sparks fly and the campfire is lit, Robin comes running over, hands full of treats, gleefully grinning as her and Nancy start setting up s’mores and passing them around.
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A couple of hours pass and you’ve all got a nice contact high from Eddie and are now getting sleepy. Robin and Nancy go to bed first, with you and Eddie sloping off to his tent shortly after,
“Alright Steve, I don’t want to feel you climbing into my sleeping bag with me at 3am.” Eddie nudges Steve who is pulling blankets over himself and nods at him,
“I can’t promise anything, not if I hear ‘bears fuckin’ beside the tents’.” Eddie pulls his shirt off once you’re both in the tent and starts undoing his jeans, you look away, his habit of undressing in front of you never really seemed to bother you until you had realized, with a certain degree of horror, that you had caught feelings for one of your best friends. Now, you had to look away, afraid he’d catch you ogling and be creeped out.
“Alright, I’m decent now, you prude.” Eddie is in his sleeping bag, leaning on one elbow and watching you intently. “You gonna get ready for bed or what?”
“Turn around pervert. No free shows.” Eddie rolls over, back turned to you as you unzip your bag you silently curse yourself. You’d thrown in clothes not really paying much attention, and since you’d thought you’d be alone you had just grabbed the first pyjama set you found.
Unfortunately this meant you were now faced with the prospect of sleeping in either the jeans and t shirt you’d been in all day, and would definitely guarantee a shitty night’s sleep. Or you could wear the black lacy, almost see through shorts and matching tank top you had grabbed in your haste. You weigh up your options and look over your shoulder, confirming Eddie is still facing away from you.
As long as I stay in my sleeping bag, zipped up tight, he won’t know what I’m wearing. You reason with yourself as you quickly undress and put the skimpy pyjamas on. You wriggle into your sleeping bag and zip yourself in,
Eddie rolls back around unprompted,
“Well hello there, come here often?” You snort,
“Can’t say I do, what I wanna know is how we’ve been friends for so long and I never pegged you for someone who liked camping, or even owned a tent.”
“Well first of all darling, you’ve never pegged me, not even once. And second of all, Wayne and I used to go when I was younger, when my dad went to prison for the first time. Said it’d be good to get me out of the trailer. I forgot how nice it actually is to just be outside, listening to the world, breathing in that camp fire smell.”
Your cheeks feel hot from Eddie’s nickname, and you feel guilty at all the sordid thoughts running through your mind while your friend is opening up to you. Fortunately, Eddie is saved from hearing you make a bad joke by a strange, animal noise from outside. You hear a chair fall and assume Steve has hopped up so quickly he’s knocked his chair over.
“Uhhhh Rob, Nance? Do you guys think I could squeeze in? Pretty sure I just heard a bear.” You hear grumbling and a zipper being undone as Steve joins their tent.
“Shit do you really think he heard a bear, Eddie?” You shuffle closer to him, in an almost wormlike fashion since you’re sealed in your sleeping bag. Eddie chokes back a laugh and wraps an arm around you,
“Well, I’d keep you safe if there was, but between you and me... that was a deer, not a bear.” You snuggle into Eddie’s arm, enjoying the bonus warmth radiating off of him.
“You cold?”
“A little.”
“Well, get in my sleeping bag then, I’ll keep you warm. No funny business though, I’m a honest man.”
“No, its fine, this is fine.” You tap Eddie’s arm that’s around you,
Eddie huffs as he presses a hand to your face, “Nope, you’re freezing, you’re getting your ass in this sleeping bag with me even if I have to unzip you and pull you in myself.”
“Okay, okay. Just... look away for a second?” Eddie places a hand over his eyes and shifts back so there’s room for you in his sleeping bag. You climb in, trying not to let the fabric of your pyjamas touch his skin, you fail miserably at this due to the fact that a single man sleeping bag is not designed for two people.
“Jesus christ, what are you wearing right now?”
“Just some pyjamas...”
“Bull. ‘just some pyjamas’“ Eddie mimics your voice as he turns up the brightness on the lantern and whistles when he is able to see your clothes. “Did you think this camping trip was code for orgy or something?”
“No, I just wasn’t paying attention when I was packing.”
“How come you never wear stuff like this when you sleep over at mine?”
“Well first off, imagine poor Wayne if he bumped into me wearing this while I was just trying to go to the bathroom. And second, its not really appropriate clothing to wear when you’re sleeping in your best friend’s bed.” Eddie wanted to disagree, while he loved you in his over sized shirts and your long pyjama bottoms he couldn’t help but want you in this when you next stayed over. Absentmindedly he starts tracing the patterns in the lace around your hip,
“What are you doing?”
“ ‘s pretty. Do you want me to stop?”
You bite your lip and shake your head, leaning back onto him, feeling his warm chest touch your cold back.
“You’re freezing, silly girl.” Eddie chastises you gently, wrapping his arms around you, you try to wriggle away a little when you feel your butt touch his crotch but he’s having none of it, “You’re not getting hypothermia on my watch. Just sit still and warm up.” You both stay like this for a while, Eddie pretending the whole situation isn’t making him hard as a rock and you pretending you can’t feel his erection pressing into your ass. Eddie shifts slightly to ease a small cramp in his leg and accidentally rubs his cock across your clothed ass, and a small moan escapes your lips. You quickly clamp your jaw shut and pray he didn’t hear you. Meanwhile Eddie, who definitely did hear you has a grin like a cheshire cat,
“You okay there?”
“Mhm.”
“Then what was that little moan I heard?” Eddie whispers into your ear, “You’re wearing this skimpy little outfit, pressed up against me, and now you’re moaning? Must be trying to start something, or drive me crazy.” Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire,
“Eddie, I...”
“Relax. I’m not blind you know. I do see the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you. I just wish you could see that I’m looking at you the same way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, dumbass,” Eddie pauses to kiss your cheek, “I like you too. And I’m here if you want to do something about it. Or we can pretend that everything’s fine and we’re just best friends. But at some point one of us will get hurt.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you either, but then that leaves us with one option.”
You roll over to face him,
“You want this? I mean you want to be with me?”
“God help me I really do.” Eddie’s hands are stroking your face, his big brown eyes are soft as they look into your eyes, before his gaze drops to your lips and he leans in slowly, giving you time and room to back away, you close the distance quickly, pressing your lips to his, he gasps into the kiss and his hands travel down to your waist, pressing your body flush against his. Your hands grab Eddie’s and bringing them up to your chest, you place them on your breasts and he pulls away from the kiss,
“Okay you must really be trying to drive me crazy.” Eddie starts kissing and biting your neck as he plays with your breasts over your shirt. Keen to return the favor you start palming him through his underwear,
“Baby.” Eddie speaks between kisses, “How far do you want to go right now, bearing in mind our friends are literally meters away and tents are not known for their soundproofing?”
You pull away from him and scoot to the tent’s entrance, peeking out through a small hole you’ve unzipped, the tent next to yours is dark, they’ve turned their lantern off and you can’t hear any voices.
“I think they’re asleep Eds...” Eddie kneels beside you and peers out, listening intently. Without warning, you turn his head to yours and pull him in for a kiss before pushing him down to lay on his back, “So I think we can do whatever feels right.” You rock your hips on his bulge, unsubtly getting your point across. Eddie nods and his hands come to your shorts and a loud tearing sound follows,
“Eddie!” You gasp as he rips your clothes from you,
“What?” He asks nonchalantly, kissing your neck as your top suffers a similar fate, “Not my fault these are so fragile.” Eddie rolls you over so he’s on top of you and runs his hands over your body, almost possessively,
“Liking what you see?”
“Its better than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams.”
“Dream about me often Eds?”
“Only every night.” He returns to kissing your neck, as his left hand tangles in your hair his right hand is tracing a path further down your body until his cupping your bare pussy, “Can I please play with you?” He’s almost pleading with his tone,
“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” Eddie smirks and slowly runs his finger over your clit, hissing as he feels how soaking you are, tracing an almost painfully slow pattern until his fingers are just ghosting over your entrance, “I bet you feel incredible inside.” Eddie whispers in your ear, continuing to tease you with his fingers, waiting for you to ask him nicely.
“Why don’t you find out?” Eddie laughs,
“Nope. You’ve got to be a polite little lady about it and ask me.”
“Please?”
“Please what?”
“Eddie please please please touch me.”
“I am touching you?” He pretends to be confused for a moment before he slips his middle finger into you, making you gasp, “Only because you look so pretty when you beg.” He kisses you again, muffling the moans coming from your mouth. He feels you tightening up and adds another finger, stretching your pussy out more, and making you whine as he starts curling his fingers inside you, rubbing your g-spot mercilessly while his thumb traces circles around your clit.
“Eddie, fuck, Eddie you’re going to make me cum.”
“Good. I want to watch your face while you cum all over your best friend’s fingers.” He says with a wicked grin, his fingers working relentlessly until the knot that’s formed in your stomach is untied and Eddie’s having to clamp his hand down on your mouth to muffle the filthy sounds coming out of it as your orgasm wracks through your body, your pussy clenching around on his fingers, your thighs and butt twitching of their own accord.
Once you’ve calmed down Eddie takes his hand off of your mouth and slowly removes his fingers from you, admiring the strings of your arousal on them, before slowly and deliberately sucking each of his fingers clean.
“Well I was right about two things.” There’s a smug edge to his voice,
“And what would those be?” Your voice is still shaky,
“One, that you would feel fucking incredible inside. And two, that you would make the filthiest sounds when you cum. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about both things.” Eddie admits, shamelessly. “There’s only one more thing I’m still pondering.”
“And what would that be.”
“How fucking incredible you would feel around my cock. Am I allowed to find out tonight?”
You nod, eager for more, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“You sure? We don’t have to. I don’t have any condoms with me so it would be, raw you know.”
“No condoms?”
“No, I was under the impression this was a friends-only camping trip and didn’t want to seem like I was hoping for a group sex in the woods kind of weekend. So, we do not have to have sex tonight if you want us to use protection.”
“There’s a pharmacy somewhere around here right?”
Eddie shrugs, “Must be, why?”
“Because I’m going to need the morning-after pill tomorrow.” Eddie catches your drift immediately and starts easing his underwear down, he presses the tip of his cock at your entrance,
“If you need me to stop or change your mind please just say okay? I wont be mad, I promise.”
“Eddie, please just fuck me already.” Eddie chuckles and slowly slips himself into you, biting his bottom lip to hold back a loud groan as he feels your silken walls stretching around him. You have to hold back a similar noise, though you choose to bite down on his shoulder to hold your own noise back. Once he’s got you full to the brim with his cock he looks down at you,
“Ready?” You nod and Eddie starts pulling back slightly before slamming back into you, keeping the rhythm slow and deep, you’re panting and trying to hold back so many erotic sounds,
“Baby, you’re taking this so well, and you’re doing so good at being nice and quiet for me.” Eddie kisses you, letting you moan into his mouth as he continues his pace, the depth of his thrusts making your back arch off the mattress. Eddie has to break the kiss to catch his breath so quickly covers your mouth while your eyes roll back slightly.
“Good fucking girl,” Eddie praises you non-stop while he’s fucking you, his words coming out in quick whispers as he holds back his own moans while you’re tightening around him,
“Eddie ‘m getting close,” You pant, “You need to do something so I’m not loud.” Eddie has picked up his pace now, slipping in and out faster and harder than before, relishing as you struggle to stay quiet. He’s getting close too, he’s barely hanging on but desperate to feel you finish around him. Your pussy is getting so tight he almost has to stop fucking you and your breathing is getting erratic as the warm glow that started in your lower stomach is spreading, pleasure completely wiping your brain of any logical thought, or any consideration to the current situation, so that when you do finish around Eddie, its with a loud scream of his name, which makes Eddie finish inside you with a similar cry of your name.
Eddie crashes down beside you, completely spent, sweat running down his body,
“Well we tried to be quiet? That’s got to earn us some points right?” He’s still breathless as he speaks.
“No, they’re going to be hell when we have breakfast tomorrow Eddie.”
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Smutty Saturday
Read on A03 (Note: Rated E for a Reason!!)
Dani looked up as Dimitri hovered over her. His black eyes were filled with lust as he pushed his finger into the cotton of her underwear, feeling how wet she was for his–
"Lily!"
Suppressing a frustrated groan, Lily tore herself away from her book. Today was supposed to be her day to blissfully immerse herself in a romance novel while savoring a cup of steaming tea in the corner of the common room. Just as she was getting into her latest read, "Charms of Change," someone had the audacity to interrupt her. She was just reaching the climactic moment where the main character was about to confess her love to the wizard who saved her life. But now, her cherished Smutty Saturday was threatened by the sudden appearance of Penny the Pain.
Penny's real name was Penelope Pander, a second-year who fancied herself as head girl material. Lily was fairly certain Penny would vie for the position if she could, but instead, she seemed content to report every minor issue to Lily as if it were her responsibility to fix. No matter how hard Lily tried, she never seemed good enough in Penny's critical eyes.
"No," Lily stated firmly, cutting off Penny before she could speak.
Penny appeared flustered, fumbling nervously with her wand. She knew it was Saturday, as did everyone else. All afternoon, nobody had bothered Lily, choosing instead to direct their inquiries to the currently absent Head Boy. Even Penny knew better than to risk Lily's wrath by disturbing her precious reading time.
Lily barely glanced up from her book as she maintained eye contact with Penny and repeated, "No."
Penny clasped her hands together, as if in prayer. "Please, just hear me out, Lily."
Lily slammed the book shut with a loud snap, so much for finishing.
“I have told you a hundred times, no one is allowed to bother me on Saturday except for my book, my boyfriend, or my best friend." Lily listed the items off with her fingers. "Are you any of those things Penny?”
“No, but—“
“Then figure it out yourself, Penny,” Lily said, reopening her book and crossing her legs to show (as well as she could) that she was done with the conversation.
His black eyes were filled with lust as he pushed his finger into the cotton of her underwear, feeling how wet she was for his thick fingers. He whispered her name before he rubbed his thumb against her aching--
“But—“ Penny's high-pitched voice was so annoying.
“No buts.” Lily didn’t even look up from her book as she reiterated, “it’s one day, I only ask for one day, Penny.”
He whispered her name before he rubbed his thumb against her aching clit, making her tremble at the thought of how badly she wanted his fingers in--
“Frankie Barry and Sasha Verbs got stinging nettle all over them and are in the hospital wing until Monday!” Penny blurred out, her stupid voice once again breaking Lily of her focus. “You have to take over their rounds tonight.”
Lily closed her book again, this time even more highly annoyed as she looked directly into Penny's eyes. “Annie Davis is the alternate, Penny, she can do the rounds.”
Penny shook her head quickly, “No.”
“What do you mean, no?” Lily snapped, “Penny, I made the schedule with the Head Boy, I know who the alternates are for Saturday nights.”
Penny pulled at the wand in her fingertips, “Annie Davis has poisoned nettles too.”
Lily wished she could have resisted her urge to break into a grumpy fury, but she’d never been one to hold back her feelings when her private time was being interrupted. She should have read her bloody book in her room, behind the four-poster curtains. “How the bloody fuck do three of my Saturday prefects have nettle poisoning?!”
Everyone in the common room looked over. Lily didn’t even bother apologizing for her outburst. She stood up, towering over the second year Head Girl wanna-be. This should be James’ problem, not Lily’s, he was the one who handled the weekends.
Penny pushed her glasses up her nose and said matter-of-factly, “Uh, Frankie apparently used the Herbology lab as a prime snogging spot and didn’t know nettles were bad for human skin.”
Lily narrowed her eyes, “that disgusting git.”
Penny looked relieved that Lily’s anger was no longer directed at the room, “I know, the poor girls, imagine finding out your boyfriend is cheating because you both have stinging nettles up your arse.”
Lily took three deep breaths, debating if she ought to go tell Frankie off herself. Or ensure he got a few more stinging nettles up his dick. She was pretty sure she could talk Sirius into a little mischief. James too, if she promised a kiss afterwards.
“You have to take the rounds,” Penny repeated, cutting off Lily’s revenge plot. “McGonagall said so.”
“The Head Boy does weekend covers,” Lily said, “so go bother him.”
“I did.”
“So why are you telling me?” Lily asked, “why aren’t you after the Head Boy?”
Penny flushed, “well, I went to the quidditch pitch to tell him on McGonagall’s orders.”
“And?”
Penny shrugged, “and I was turned away.”
“Blessed,” Lily pressed her fingers to her temples, “please explain why James had the audacity to send you my way?”
“Penny scratched her neck, “erm, well James didn’t send me away.”
“Then who did?”
“James was in the air, so Nigel Babbington sent me to you, and said you’d have to handle it.”
Lily would kill that stupid son of a witch, Nigel Babbington. He hated that James got Head Boy and Quidditch Captain. He said James would never be able to juggle both. He probably sent Penny back in the hopes McGonagall would take Head Boy away from James for skirting his duties and give it to Nigel instead.
“Babbington sent you to me?” Lily confirmed, “not James?”
“Nigel said James was too busy dropping quaffles on passes to worry about Head Duties.”
Lily’s jaw dropped. First Nigel tried to sabotage James, now Penny admitted he was also shit talking James’ form? Lily had never seen a single quaffle slip from James Potter’s fingers in seven years, she doubted she ever would. If the Head boy was good at anything, it was being good at catching things in his hands. it was a wonder he never became seeker, what with his talents.
“Babbington is as big a prick as any.” Lily huffed, tossing her book on her seat to go rescue her boyfriend and talk to the Head Boy.
Convenient that they were both the same person.
“If James can’t do it,” Penny squeaked, “then you have to.”
“Don’t worry about what I have to do, Penny.” Lily said, “I promise the world will not crumble under my watch.”
"Right." Penny tucked her wand into her robes, sounding unconvinced, “ Or…I could do it, I could do rounds.”
“As enticing as that is, Penny,” Lily said as she hiked her skirt up with a roll, “you’re still only in second year, and McGongall would string me up by my hair if she found out that I let you do rounds alone.”
“I’ve been following your solo rounds all year!” Penny argued, “please, Evans?!”
“I—wait.” Lily paused, “you’ve followed me on rounds all year? As in since September?”
“Yeah.”
“Penny!” Lily exclaimed, “you’ve been stalking me?”
“James said if I wanted to be like you, I should watch you at work.” Penny said. "I still think I'm better at rounds than you, though, no offense. You're a little slow."
“ Ach .” Lily pushed back her long red hair, “do me a favor Penny, and please never listen to James again.”
Lily walked away, muttering under her breath. Penny the Pain had the decency not to follow. Lily would have to keep a sharp eye behind her back on rounds. Knowing that Penny had been following her doing head girl duties was scary, even more so since Lily never spotted the second year.
The sun was just barely peeking out of the clouds outside as it set beyond the horizon. Thunder rumbled in the distance. It was perfect weather for curling up with a good book. Lily’s book was sitting back on her chair in the common room, alone.
She was just getting to the best part of the book when the guy got the girl. When the clothes started falling off. When the sexual tension was dripping off the page. When she had to curl her toes as she imagined her own boyfriend kissing her heatedly in shadows and doorways. Sometimes, after she finished a particularly good book, she'd go find him for a kiss, or ten.
Now, the only tension Lily had was Nigel Babbington’s audacity to say James needed to focus on quidditch and not complete his Head Duties. That was utter blasphemy, and he knew it, the prick. The deal was that Lily would cover any missed shifts on weekdays, when James had required quidditch practices. On weekends, when quidditch practice was just for fun, James was required to fill into empty spots on the calendar.
She was in such a blind rage that she didn’t even remember making it to the quidditch pitch. All she knew was that she looked up at the air and no one was playing quidditch anymore. It was clear they'd all come down from their posts to shower and socialize before dinner.
“I can’t fucking believe this.” Lily muttered, “Penny couldn’t have waited fifteen minutes for them to be done…”
Lily stormed into the stands, underneath which, a long hallway ran and was full of students. There were boys and girls hanging about laughing and gossiping over broomsticks and pumpkin juice. Lily stormed past some of her friends who were sitting in a circle together, barely waving at them despite their welcoming smiles.
"Where are you going?" Mary called in her sing-song voice.
"James." Was all Lily said when she noted Nigel Babbington sticking his tongue down Annika Johnson's throat.
“He’s just gotten off the pitch, Evans!” Sirius Black shouted after her, "Come sit with us!"
“No!” Lily shouted at him, "this can't wait!”
“He’s probably in the sho—“
“It’s a Head emergency!”
She heard them all whisper and Sirius suddenly laughed when Lily didn’t even glance their way. She made her way down the long wooden paneled hall, her heart pounding. The students became fewer, and it was clear everyone was wrapping up to make it to dinner. At the end of the long hallway, the locker rooms were stationed. She’d been in the girls’ room plenty of times to meet her friend Marlene, but she didn’t turn to the right, no, she turned to the left.
There, to the boys’ side.
She pushed through the doorway, blinded in the moment by her rage, not even thinking of knocking.
“James, I’m gonna need you—” She stumbled over her words. “Holy shit.”
Lily stared at him. Her jaw was probably on the floor. James had clearly just gotten out of the shower. His messy black hair was shining, dripping water down his tan neck. The beads of water rolling down his skin caught her eyes and she followed their path down his sides. She stood in her spot, her throat closing up as her boyfriend was displayed in front of her looking like a fucking movie star.
Has he always looked that toned?
She’d really only seen him with his shirt off, and that had been few and far between. The lines on his shoulders made up of muscle rippled as he moved, and she imagined running her fingers down that back. She wondered if she could kiss every long line, every sharp curve, and even imagined what he must taste like. This was better than any fucking book, this was real, and he was hers.
James glanced over his shoulder when the door slammed behind Lily, announcing her presence more loudly than her original outburst. Her eyes at that point were fully gaping at his arse, which was peeking out from low hanging trousers he'd been scooping up his legs. He’d been hiding that arse from her under his school uniform, and Lily felt like it was a crime.
“Lily!” James finished pulling his trousers up, quickly, his fingers stumbling on his zipper.
James' tan skin stretched over his arms. Lily wondered how he was that toned from simply tossing a ball in the air. She imagined he could probably toss her around too, if he wanted. His wire frame glasses were slipping down his nose as James turned to face her, showing off his bare chest. Oh, she loved his chest. He had a line of hair that she could follow right down to the V of his pelvis.
“Hi.” Lily managed to squeak.
James ruffled his wet hair, droplets flying out, “shit, Lily, someone else could’ve been in here!”
The alarms in her head were blaring, telling her that flight was the best response to seeing her boyfriend practically naked. For crying out loud, he’d only seen her upper half without clothes, they hadn’t gotten past second base.
But now she was thinking, ‘we just might get past it.’
James danced on the spot, uncertain from her dead silence. “Hello?” He asked softly, stepping forward to pretend and knock on a door between them. “Anyone home, Evans?”
“Never mind.” She sounded like a talking animal in a Disney movie, her voice was so high pitched.
“What?”
And then, very uncharacteristically of her, Lily ran out the door.
She was well aware that her face was redder than a cherry tomato. Everyone sniggered as she swiftly walked past. She knew that everyone knew exactly why her face was suddenly breaking out in hives.
“That bad, huh?” Sirius called after her. "I tried to warn ya!"
"Not now, Black!" Lily sent him a rude hand gesture as she kept retreating.
If James was following in nothing but his trousers, she was pretty sure she would die from humiliation. Who saw their partner, naked, and ran in the opposite direction? Lily wouldn't be surprised if James broke up with her. She didn't know if he'd believe she ran because she was overwhelmed by how attracted she was to him at that moment.
Luckily, no one followed her back to the castle.
Lily had barely made it past the front entrance hall when none other than Professor McGonagall stopped her with one hand in the air, “I presume you and the Head Boy figured out who was covering shift tonight?”
“I’m doing it.” Lily said quickly, eager to escape before news got out about her waltzing right into the locker room.“I’m covering.”
“Excellent,” McGonagall nodded, “it starts at six, and goes to ten.”
“I’ll just grab some food before starting then,” Lily stepped towards the tables lined with food, “bye!”
She was aware her face was still burning as she swiped a sandwich from the Gryffindor table. She ignored her friends, anyone really, who tried to engage her in conversation. She was worried she might actually die if she admitted walking in on her boyfriend in the shower.
Not that she was ashamed, but she was incredibly turned on. She wished she had taken a few seconds longer to study the arch of his back as it turned into his hips. She should have taken a mental picture of the way his chest hair curled and trailed down to the line of his trousers.
Lily’s footsteps were loud against the stone of the third floor corridor. She paced the halls, only stopping to check behind tapestries for snogging students. Being that it was Saturday, Lily knew the snogging was more apt to happen in Hogsmeade than anything.
Merlin, what she wouldn’t give to be snogging James Potter right now.
She made it to the seventh floor, also known as the most boring floor in existence. The tower was used as storage, mostly old desks and books long forgotten. Only teachers and the head students had the keys, checking it once a night before continuing on. Lily pushed open the door to go into where all the books were being stored, walking to the back of the room just for fun.
“Aren’t you supposed to be finishing your book today? You were so excited yesterday, I actually kind of took offense.”
Normally, Lily would’ve brightened at the sound of his voice echoing into the dark room during rounds. Normally, Lily would jump right into his arms and kiss him gleefully. Normally, she wouldn’t be thinking of doing more than kissing when she caught his hazel eyes flickering under the flames of the wall torches.
James tilted his head inquisitively when Lily didn’t have a sassy comeback about her book. He moved smoothly, like a deer in the forest, barely making a sound. Lily stood frozen in front of a stained glass window near the stack of charms books, her face turning bright red instantly. Lily swallowed thickly when James positioned his body in front of hers.
At least he was fully clothed this time.
“I’m on rounds.” She blurted out, stupidly.
James tucked his fingers under her chin as he acknowledged, “I can see that, love.”
He called her love, he always had, even before they started dating. It still turned her knees to mush. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers softly. Oh fuck, she was kissing him back, losing initiative, losing focus. His kiss warmed her up, undoing the knots on her insides like magic.
Her hands slid up his arms, feeling his body move closer to hers. Lily's mouth opened against his so that she could capture his lower lip, tugging it impatiently, feeling the skin flex under her teeth. James responded to that by deepening the kiss, tasting her with ample amounts of his tongue against hers. His left hand angled her face before it slipped against the back of her neck, holding her in place as they kissed.
Too bad he was fully clothed now.
When James pulled back, Lily's eyes were still closed. She could feel that he hadn’t gone far. His exhaled air washed over her mouth sensually, promising her that he hadn't given up all his kisses yet. It was better than any book she’d ever read, but maybe that was but maybe that was because it was James doing the romancing.
“Why are you on rounds?” He asked, voice deeper than usual.
Lily's head was spinning from his arrival. “Frankie Barry and Sasha Verbs got stinging nettle all over them and are in the hospital wing until Monday.”
“Yeah I caught them having a go at it in the Herbology lab,” James said, “but I thought Annie was the alternate for tonight.”
“James,” Lily opened her eyes to find him watching her very closely, “Annie got stinging nettles too.”
“How did Annie get nettles?” James was so cute when his nose wrinkled up from irritation.
“Probably from that prick Frankie.” Lily huffed, “Penny told me that he was shagging them both.”
“Fucking fifth years,” James rolled his eyes, “they’re nothing but raging hormones.”
“Yah,” Lily pretended to agree as her left hand felt it’s way up his bicep, “raging hormones, the lot of em.”
James noticed her attention waver. A knowing smile overtook his face, showing off the sharp square of his jawbone. Lily wished he wasn’t wearing robes, they did nothing for the figure underneath. And boy, was there a lot hiding underneath. James started kissing her neck, sucking gently at her pulse point so that she leaned into him.
“How did you find me?” She asked him, despite enjoying the way he was marking up her neck.
“Oh, I noticed you were missing from dinner, so I asked around. Penny the Pain ended up telling me that you were supposed to be finding me.” He replied conversationally, nipping at her skin playfully. “I left out the fact that you did find me earlier, but Sirius unfortunately told the entire table what happened two seconds later.”
Lily groaned, letting her head fall back. “No.”
James chuckled as he brushed her hair out of his mouth's way with his fingers, “he finds it hilarious that you saw me naked and ran off without any explanation.”
“Mm sorry.” She mumbled, slurring her words when he blew cool air onto the hickey he'd just undoubtedly made.
James pulled her face to look at him, showing nothing but empathy in his eyes, “bit shocking for the both of us, yeah?”
She nodded miserably, “I should’ve knocked, but I was so mad about Frankie, and Nigel, so I had to come get you."
"I get Frankie, but why Nigel?"
"Because Nigel Babbington thinks you need more practice on a broomstick.” Lily rolled her eyes.
James immediately retracted in horror. “That bastard couldn’t catch a quaffle if it hit him in the face!”
Lily pouted her lower lip and gave him her saddest eyes. “Yeah, obviously that’s what I said!”
“Well, those pricks aside,” James brushed her hair from her face with his thumb, “why don’t you go back to the common room, and I’ll finish your route?"
Lily stood on her tiptoes to angle herself a little taller, “you mean it?”
James softened at her enthusiasm, “of course I mean it, you work your cute little arse off all week so I can play quidditch. You should get time to do what you want to do, too.”
She didn't know how to tell him the only thing she wanted to do was keep touching him in that tower, where it was unlikely anyone would find them.
Lily took both his hands in hers, frowning considerably. “I wish we had an alternate of an alternate, James.”
“To be fair, neither of us predicted Frankie would give both sixth year prefects nettles.” James said, using his body to slowly push the back of her knees right into the window ledge. “Come to think of it, we did the best we could, so really we should both be off the hook here.”
She pushed her fingers through his curls, which were dried despite his earlier wet appearance, “I like the way you think."
"I get my best ideas from you."
"I love you.”
And then she realized what she had said, out loud. Shit, was he going to go into shock? She eyed his frozen features, looking carefully, like he was prey that might flee from her arms. His hazel eyes read her, skimming her face, her hands, her body. Lily sucked in a deep breath of air when he removed any more space between them, his chest pressing up against her white button down.
There was something unspoken and wild when he closed the gap between their lips. She laughed into his sudden flurrying kisses, made up of long strokes of tongue and scraping teeth. James had one hand in her red curls, his other hand pressed against her arse, lifting her onto her tiptoes higher. Higher. She was practically balancing on her black school shoes, her tongue tasting every corner of his all-too-eager mouth.
There was something incredibly hot about the way he was holding her there, something invigorating about the way she could barely keep up with his kissing. His passion spread through the room life a wildfire. She was burning in him, feeling every inch of her body catch sparks that erupted in bolts that streamed from her head to her core. It was always like this when she kissed James Potter, and she didn't want the feeling to ever end.
Lily’s hair was tangled between his fingers while he arched her head to deepen the strokes of his tongue. He tasted like mint toothpaste, or gum, but she couldn’t decide which one as her nails scraped through his dark black hair desperately seeking more friction. She could smell him, only him, the sweet scent of cinnamon and soap. James slid both his hands under her skirt, lifting her into the wide sill of the window, which allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist.
“I love you too,” he finally replied, eliciting a soft sigh from her lips as he spoke inches from her, just in case he wanted to dive back in.
“I'm not saying that just because I like your arse, either." She nipped at his tongue.
James smiled against her mouth, "you like my arse?"
"I loved everything I saw, to be honest."
“Fuck, this is so hot, like a dream.”
She pressed her mouth along his sharp chin, leaving a trail of kisses to his ear where she whispered, “been dreaming of me, have you?”
“I think I’ve got hormones to rival a fifteen year old.” James’ fingers were wound up in her skirt now, holding the fabric tightly as if he might rip it off her. “Especially when I saw you earlier, I mean, when I saw the way you were looking at me.”
Lily’s fingers were unbuttoning his robes, desperately trying to get to the skin she’d seen earlier, “I’m sorry I ran, you’re just way too handsome and I died a little.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t run after you,” he kissed her again before admitting, “I like how you keep looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you just saw me naked.”
“I did.” She giggled.
“Damn, you’re right.” He sighed, “I just keep giving you whatever you want.”
Lily pressed her forehead to his gently, “how shall I ever thank you?”
“This is a good start,” he joked, the edges of his eyes wrinkling with humor.
“We could get in trouble if we got caught.” Lily thought the idea only turned her onto him more.
James placed butterfly kisses along her chin between every word of, "we're just snogging."
Lily's hands felt up his shoulders, wishing they were bare, "I wouldn't mind a little more."
His hands slipped under the fabric of her shirt, cupping her breasts over her bra, “something like this?”
Lily turned her head to capture his wicked smirk. She kissed him slowly while his left index finger slid under her bra to play with her peaked nipple. Lily felt tingles between her legs when he touched her like that, and so she kissed him harder, her hands grasping for hold. Even with his kiss, his hands, and his undivided attention, Lily still wanted more.
“Let’s go,” he begged into her mouth, seemingly having the same thoughts as she did. “The lake is bound to be empty this time of night.” He nipped her playfully with his teeth. “This time we’ll both strip down to our underwear.”
“That sounds pretty fun.”
“Rounds only go till ten, and then— holy hell ."
His whole lower body had shifted into hers when she locked her legs around him, using her ankles as shackles. She balanced on the edge of the windowsill, until his right hand started holding one of her legs to his body. Lily felt it as he rolled his hips up and into her. He must’ve liked it too, because his hips jolted a little more roughly on the second go. She dug her nails into his skin, meeting his thrust with one of her own.
"Lily, you’re so needy.”
“I'm needy?" Lily could feel him, and he was getting hard despite all the fabric still separating them.
James softly whined her name and it made her see stars.
“You gonna make it to the lake?” She asked him, loving that he hissed like it was possible he wouldn’t.
“Are you sure you didn’t make this entire nettles thing up, just to get me turned on so much that I'd jump you on rounds?” He teased back, hot breath splashing over her face. “You just wanted to shag me, right?”
“The nettles are true,” Lily said, “but I did not expect me running away from you to garner such a—ah— James .”
He had thrusted and rolled his thumb over one of her nipples at the same time, making her entire face flush from pleasure as she gasped his name. James got a dirty and possessive look at that, repeating the motion so that he could watch her hitch on an inhale, totally overcome by the sensation. She watched with wide eyes as he pushed aside the fabric on her right breast, leaned down, and put his mouth on her skin. When his tongue fell against her peaked skin she felt another flash of heat from below that had her wiggling in place. She was desperate for more friction, more James, more feeling.
“You might’ve run away.” James had left her bra pushed aside when he stood up again, and the cool air elicited a new feeling on her skin. “But before that, you just stood there undressing me with your eyes and as I watched the flush creep up your cheeks…all I wanted to do was get you to look like that while I was ravishing you.”
James was definitely getting whatever he wanted. She was absolutely turned on, more so than she ever had been with him. She knew he wouldn’t go so far as to have sex with her, but she wondered if he wouldn’t mind experimenting a little. They had time, rounds didn't end until ten, and no one would come looking for them.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered when he started kissing up her neck.
James sucked her skin thoughtfully before asking with a husky voice, “touch me where?”
"Where do you want me to touch?"
Lily dropped her legs from around him to give him room to move. He was pushing off his robes, letting the fabric fall to the ground. Lily watched with hungry eyes as he pulled his shirt over his head, making it join his robes on the floor. It was only seconds before he was unzipping his trousers. He already knew the answer to Lily's question. He was just teasing her, and looked pleased by the turn of events as he readjusted her legs around his hips.
"You promise not to run this time?" James kissed her, sweetly, affectionately, only deepening the touch between them by pushing himself into her so that she could feel how hard he was.
"Yes." She hummed happily when he started moving his body into hers in a wholly sexual way.
"Are you sure you want to go further?" He confirmed, "We can stop, whenever you want.”
“Okay," she whispered, "but I don't want to stop right now."
Lily had never touched anyone like she wanted to touch him, and was even disappointed when he stopped moving against her so he could readjust. James shimmied his trousers and underwear down so that they rested on him just as they were when she walked into the locker room: barely hanging on. Her hands unlocked from around his neck as she looked down and prepared to take a daunting step with the boy she loved. He was holding himself, but watching her with expectant eyes, seemingly unsure of how she would respond.
“Show me how,” Lily told him, and James took one of her hands, wrapping it around the base of his cock.
“Just go for it,” James said as her fingertips slid along the length, making him twitch involuntarily.
"What if I suck at it?"
“I'll help.”
Lily felt the thickness of his body, but she was more marveled at how velvety he felt. He hissed when her fingers slid underneath the shaft gently and he bucked forward, making her entire hand wrap around him in gut reaction. His hands grabbed ahold of her waist as if seeking to anchor himself to something, and she didn't mind that it was her.
“Fuck,” he closed his eyes once more when she moved her hand in a pumping motion, “are we sure I’m not dreaming?”
“Not dreaming.” She confirmed before asking, “does it feel good?”
James managed a short laugh, as if she was absurd for even asking. Lily brought her mouth to his and he willingly accepted her kisses as her hand started moving up and down his shaft in slow, unpracticed, motions. James was distracted by her hand, only kissing her absentmindedly, almost like he could not handle thinking about both at once. She felt James quivering, and her hand was starting to feel tired. James rutted into her hand again, ripping his mouth from hers to hiss a long stream of curses. It was clear he wanted more because he was wide eyed, nothing but need dripping from his expression.
“Here,” he said gruffly into her neck, removing her hand from him and placing it on his balls, “touch me here.”
Lily didn’t know what she was doing, but did as he asked. James’ own hand started pumping fast against his cock. Lily watched, enthralled by the sight of her boyfriend coming totally undone before her without any embarrassment. His chest was heaving as he grabbed her hand again, guiding her into the fast paced movements until he was panting for air. She watched and waited as she followed his instructions, eager to see him fall totally apart for her.
“I’m gonna—“ James tried to warn Lily to move her hand, but it was too late.
She’d always wondered what boys were like when she was alone late at night, touching herself, but nothing could’ve prepared her for witnessing it first hand. It was messy, for one, getting all over her legs and skirt. James barely even blinked at it, he was too busy catching his breath. Lily adjusted uneasily, trying and failing to look like the products of her touch didn't bother her.
“Sorry.” James breathed into her skin, and Lily could tell by the curve of his mouth that he was grinning. “Give me a second and then I’ll clean you up.”
“It’s fine.” She kissed the top of his head softly before admitting, “I never did that before.”
James looked up, arching a playful bow, looking rather euphoric. "You've never seduced a boy before?"
Lily pinched him, "you caught me, this was all a ploy to seduce you into finishing rounds with me."
“You could seduce me into a cauldron full of nettles, love,” he said in a loving voice, “especially if you ever touch me like that again.”
"I think next time it's my turn." Lily suggested.
James' jaw dropped. "Can it be next time, now?"
Lily laughed as he kissed her again, marveling at how her Saturday had remained smutty after all, only this time there was nothing fictional about it.
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Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend! I’ve been working on this modern day rock band AU for Inuyasha. It’s completely self-indulgent and honestly, I have no idea where it’s going, but I haven’t been able to stop writing it. Up to 16k words in seven days...I’ve been ensorcelled.
Anyway, I just wanted to share the same short smutty snippet that I did on the 20+fanfic discord server. Would love to hear what you think, I’m a little self-conscious about it.
A little context, Inuyasha knows that Kagome is his fated mate. has known for years, but he pushed her away. He hated feeling like fate was choosing for him. Now, he wants her back, and is trying to win her back, but Kagome is reluctant. Before this scene, Kagome was woken by a nightmare and went to the sink to get water but gets distracted by Inuyasha crashing on her couch. She starts remembering her nightmare (about him) and starts crying. Inuyahsa wakes up and offers to hold her while she sleeps. She’s reluctant but ends up giving in because Inu gives the best cuddles. She falls asleep immediately and he holds her all night.
In the morning, Kagome starts acting like she’s having another nightmare, but Inuyasha realizes it is actually a much more pleasant dream. She is moaning and rubbing against him in her sleep and he knows he should wake her up and leave but can’t help wanting to see this dream of hers through until the end. Unfortunately, Kagome wakes up before she can ehemm...reach her peak. This picks up right after she wakes up and realizes that she has been sleeping on him having a wet dream.
HERE WITH YOU
“Good morning,” he purred while nuzzling his nose against hers. “Sweet dreams, I hope?”
She flushed and pulled away suddenly, hiding her face against his chest and squishing his pulsing erection between their bodies. Inuyasha moaned and dropped his head back, relishing the way her small body fit against his like a missing puzzle piece. She trembled with an unquenched arousal that called to him. This was part of his job as her mate, to make sure her desire never went unsatisfied.
Inuyasha slipped his fingers along her jaw. “’Gome, look at me.”
She lifted her flushing face until her chin rested on his chest but avoided meeting his eyes.
He smiled and brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear. “What are you embarrassed about?” he asked in a conciliatory tone.
Kagome tossed him a look of disbelief, cheeks heating a darker shade. “Are you serious? I just had a sex dream about you, while you were holding me.”
“Yes,” he admitted without a hint of shame. “And it was probably one of the most gratifying experiences of my life.”
She scoffed and tried crawl down the sofa away from him, but Inuyasha caught her arms and pulled her back in until she was laying against him. He cupped the back of her head and brushed his nose along her jaw line. Kagome was still tense in arms, but she sighed at his touch and her eyes fluttered closed. He almost pumped a fist in triumph.
“Come on, baby,” he breathed, teasing the dark strands of hair caressing her face. “Nothin to be embarrassed about. Do you know how often I dream about you?” He placed a light kiss against her skin. “Hell, it’s an almost nightly occurrence, one means I need a shower first thing nearly every morning and if not, definitely means you don’t want to be around me that day. I’m a grumpy fucker when I’m horny for you.” His lips pressed a little more firmly to the tender skin behind her jaw.
The smallest smile curled her lips. “What do you—” She cut herself off, biting at her lip.
“Ask me,” he pleaded, nipping at her earlobe.
She mewled and squirmed as he flattened both his palms against her back, arching into his touch as he rubbed up and down her spine. “What do you dream about?”
He rewarded her with a soft kiss against her temple. “You, ‘Gome. Only you,” he purred into the shell of her ear as her hand threaded through his hair, keeping him captive against her skin. “I dream about holding you. I dream about seeing you smile, hearing you laugh. I dream about your scent,” he whispered, pushing his nose into her hair, and inhaling deeply before releasing a heady groan. “I dream about tasting you,” he said, running his tongue along the column of her neck and feeling his cock twitch against her belly. “Fuck, I can’t believe I get to taste you again.”
Kagome moaned, rocking her hips into his when he settled his mouth against her neck, sucking at the tender flesh until it darkened to a plumy purple but careful not to use his fangs. He didn’t want to incite that primal part of him that was all too eager to mark her as his mate.
Soon, soon, he soothed himself.
“What else?” Kagome prompted, voice breaking as he slid the camisole strap off her shoulder and kissed along her collarbone.
“I dream of kissing and touching every part of you,” he whispered against her skin, hands slipping down her back to cup her ass in both palms. “I dream of lapping at your sweet little cunt until you come all over my face.”
She gasped as he suddenly drew her up until she was straddling his hips, placing her warm damp core against the ridge of his aching shaft. Kagome’s startled blue eyes flew open, locking with his.
“I dream of being so deep inside you that I don’t know where you end and I begin,” he admitted, each ragged word filled with longing.
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It’s the first Saturday of the month so you know what that means…
SMUTTY SATURDAY!
This week we thought we’d spotlight an amazing fic, Indelible, by last week’s spotlight writer, @throttlegainwell. We love this one because it highlights and addresses the class difference between Nancy and Jonathan so well… definitely way better than the car scene. Plus it’s chock-full of smutty goodness… check it out here:
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Smutty Saturday
Well, I wrote something for the first time in months. It's Smutty Saturday, so here's a snippet. Big thanks to @mostlyoptimisticdinosaur for writing with me tonight!!
All of this is because of this art @spikesteaseasalt you're a damn genius.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Sirius panted into Remus’ mouth, one hand buried in the curls at the nape of Remus’ neck, his other hand applying increasing pressure on Remus’ throat, knees straddled on either side of Remus’ thighs. Remus gasped, his hips involuntarily bucking up hoping for that exquisite friction of Sirius’ weight against his cock. Sirius ground his hips down to meet Remus’ for a fleeting moment before planting both of his knees directly onto Remus’ thighs to hold him down.
“You’re perfect, Re. Gorgeous,” Sirius took his hand from Remus’ throat to grab his chin roughly forcing Remus to look him in the eye. “Fucking look at me,” he growled and Remus squirmed half-heartedly trying to look away. “Say it. Tell me you know how beautiful you are.” Sirius demanded and Remus struggled not to roll his eyes. He heard the sound of Sirius’ palm making contact with his cheek before he registered the sting. His mouth fell open as Sirius roughly pulled his head back by the hair. “Say. It.” Sirius punctuated each word with a rough bite to Remus’ neck.
“I’m pretty,” Remus whispered, not meeting Sirius’ gaze. Sirius slapped him again, only this time, Remus was able to anticipate the delicious sting.
Sirius leaned in, licking Remus’ bottom lip, “Try again. I didn’t quite hear you.” Remus made a frustrated sound. “I’m pretty,” Remus grumbled.
#remus lupin#sirius black#sirius/remus#rough#fourplay#these boys#sirius black has me and remus in a chokehold#wolfstar#I know this is going to be 2k of foreplay before we get to actual fucking#slapping and choking and begging are my love languages#smutty saturday#fic based on the best art#remus has a praise kink#but like also kind of hates that he has a praise kink
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Hello everyone!!! Finally after an eternity I was able to write something after school had kept me busy and writer's block kicked in. Today was a very busy day but I managed to get something down from some old requests. Be patient that I will write them all down sooner or later since these are around 90.
Thank you for all the support during these months of inactivity, I love you all the best.
See you soon Becky
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The Pool Boy - Eddie Munson x BoredHousewife Reader
@likedovesinthewnd thank you for being the real brains behind this filth <3
Warnings: 18+ content, minors this isn't for you so fuck off, cheating, bored housewife x poolboy trope, oral sex (m&f receiving), unprotected p in v sex
3,278 words
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The hot sun beats down on you, lounging in a sun chair, dark sunglasses obscuring your eyes. An open book rests at your thighs, you look as though you are deeply engrossed, but your eyes are elsewhere, shamelessly ogling the pool boy your friend had recently hired. Tall and slender, with long dark curls and a few tattoos dotted about him, honestly, if you looked up pool boy in the dictionary a photo of this guy would be the last thing you’d find. And yet, the way he moves so confidently as he cleans the pool floor, the way his muscles flex and relax under his vest, it all just looks so right.
Eddie, you were told his name was, with a nod of your friend’s head towards the figure by the pool as she handed you an icy margarita in the kitchen.
“Never seen him before.” You comment, sipping at your drink, relishing the coolness of it.
“Yeah, well, he’s cheaper than what the other guys charge and so far hasn’t urinated in my garden, so he’s a winner.” Your friend had joked as you both stepped out to the sun loungers.
She left you alone to fix more drinks, so you had pulled out your book, not comfortable to make conversation with Eddie, nor do you have any idea what you’d even say, ask him his favourite brand of chlorine? Please. You struggle not to bite your lip and give yourself away as you watch droplets of water running down his soft skin, and then as though he can hear your thoughts, Eddie turns around, a devilish smile on his face,
“Whatcha reading?” You snap out of your trance and shake your head slightly, almost disorientated,
“Um, what, sorry?” You squeak out the words as he sets down his net and strolls over to you,
“The book. You’re so engrossed in it I figured it's either a really good book, or you’re straight up reading porn.”
You cough a little, caught off by his brashness and quickly grab for your glass sipping down melted ice, you hold up the book so the cover can be seen while Eddie tries not to laugh, he reads the cover and nods,
“The Shining? Wouldn’t take you for a horror fan, considering how much I make you jump. I’m not that scary am I?” The only jumping you want to be doing right now is jumping his bones, and it seems like he’s flirting with you. You push that thought aside, he’s not flirting, just wants me to hire him.
“No, you’re not scary.” Sexy, perhaps. “Who doesn’t love a good scare?”
“I don’t love a scare.” Your friend re-emerges from the kitchen, sunglasses on her forehead showing pale skin around her eyes where the sun has not hit, she looks pointedly at Eddie and back to the pool. Eddie nods and gets back to work without another word.
“You don’t have to be so rude, he can take a break for a few minutes.”
“I’m paying him to clean my pool, not host a book club in my garden. You want to pay for his conversation? Be my guest.” Your friend grabs her bag off the floor and rummages until she finds a business card, it's fairly plain just a phone number and the words “Munson Landscaping”. You plush the card from your friend’s manicured fingers and settle back with another drink. Careful to not let your gaze wander back to Eddie.
When you get home, it’s late and yet still you’re greeted by an empty house. You’d married young and for money. And now you are left with the distinct feeling that you might be wasting your best years on someone who deep down you share no meaningful connection with. Your parents of course had been delighted, it was a step up in the world for you and meant they could look forward to a comfortable retirement since you were their only child. You wander into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water as you stare out of the window to the pool. A woefully immaculate pool. One that definitely does not need a pool boy to attend to it.
Maybe it's the slight buzz that does it, maybe you’re having a quarter life crisis. But you step out into the garden and find the waste bags the gardener would be collecting in the morning. Dumping all of them into the pool would be ridiculous. So you settle for one, the heaviest, mind you. You cast a quick look around and quickly rip the bag open, tossing the contents into your pristine pool. You look over your handiwork as you dispose of the bag.
“Yep. I’m losing it.”
You walk back into the house, shutting the cool night air out and shivering slightly, you’re still only clad in a bathing suit and cover-up. You rummage through your bag and locate the business card you were given earlier this afternoon, you practise speaking a few times, trying to sound casual and not desperate and once your semi-confident you can talk like a person you dial the number, twisting the cord between your fingers as you hear the dialling tone. Your heart sinks into your stomach when an older voice answers,
“Munson Landscaping, Wayne speaking, how can I help you?”
“Oh, uh um hi. Is Eddie available?” You hear a changing of hands and a muttering from the older voice identified as Wayne.
“Eddie speaking.”
“Oh, hi Eddie, this is Miranda’s friend from today.”
“Oh hey, Miranda gave you this number?” You nod, and then remember that’s not how phone conversations work.
“Yes, listen I just got home and I think my gardener’s check might have bounced or something because it looks like he’s dumped a load of garden waste into my pool. I was wondering if you would be free tomorrow to come and sort it out for me?” You hope you sound casual and lighthearted.
Eddie laughs, “So, a quick tip when you’re calling people to do services for you, don’t mention checks bouncing. I’ll be over at 10am tomorrow.”
“Oh, thank you! You’re a lifesaver, I’ll make sure I have cash for you.” You’re kicking yourself right now, why on earth would you mention a check bouncing? You could have said the wind this evening blew it into your pool.
“Relax sweetheart, it's just a pool. See you.” The line clicks and you lean back against the cool kitchen counter, you swear you can feel your skin sizzle from how hot your whole body feels, all this just from a phone call?
You sleep fitfully that night, your dreams nothing short of vulgar, that leave you waking up multiple times wanting. It’s almost a relief when your alarm finally rings, freeing you from the relentless lewd scenarios your brain is able to come up with. You take a cold shower, trying to calm your mind down, trying to rationalise that you’re not going to fuck the pool boy. You’re not that much of a cliche. You just want to ogle him. Oof. You’re not sure that’s much better. One thing is for sure, you can’t start fights with your husband for visiting strip clubs ever again.
You rummage through your swimwear drawer, throwing bits of fabric over your shoulder until you land on a dark red set you'd bought for your honeymoon, hoping to jump start your husband’s libido. You’d stood at the foot of the bed, striking a pose and your husband’s response had been to peer over his newspaper and inform you it was distasteful and to get changed before returning to his crossword. You doubt Eddie’s reaction would be in even the same realm as your husband’s. You slip into the bathing suit, grabbing the black sheer wrap and wedge sandals you had left on the floor from the previous day.
Eddie is perfectly punctual, knocking on your door as the second hand ticks to 10 and greets you with a disarming smile, the pool vacuum resting over his arm, he looks you up and down before he can help himself and quickly forces his eyes back up to your face, clinging to a veneer of professionalism that is dangerously close to slipping. As you turn around and lead him to the back garden you hear a sharp intake of breath. As expected, an infinitely different reaction than your husband’s. You unlock the back door and gesture to the pool, filthy now from the garden waste being left in overnight.
“Damn, I’d get a new gardener. You clearly pissed them off.” Eddie whistles as he takes in the damage that your “gardener” caused. Eddie gets to work straight away, pulling his sweatshirt off over his head and giving you a glimpse of more of his skin. You head inside the house and return shortly with glasses of lemonade, you gesture to Eddie, indicating which one is his and he gives you a thumbs up in thanks.
You settle yourself into a sun lounger, this time determined to read more than 3 pages of your book in between glances at Eddie. You can’t just sit here staring. Eddie is a quick worker, you look up from your book after 20 minutes and find he’s almost cleared the branches and leaves. Maybe I should have used all the bags… The thought enters your head before you can stop it and you force yourself to look back at the book, certain your knuckles are white from the grip you have on the pages. You refuse to allow yourself to look back up at Eddie, not even when you hear him approaching and taking a seat on the sun lounger opposite you and chugging his lemonade.
“Okay, honesty hour. Did you dump all this into the pool so you’d have a reason to call me?”
You still don’t look up, “Really, why on earth would I do that?”
“I don’t know but either you made this mess or your gardener has an expensive taste.” You look up at him quizzically and immediately your eyes settle on a glittering bracelet that Eddie is dangling in front of you, reflexively you grab for it and give yourself away. There’s no way you could lie about this being the gardener’s based on the way your magpie hands grabbed at the shiny object.
“Wanted to see me again that badly huh?” Eddie smirks as you reattach the bracelet to your wrist, then as quickly as he came over he strolls back to the pool, continuing to work, the smirk never leaving his face as he continues skimming, the gentle laps of water against the side of the pool the only sound that breaks the silence between you two. You decide to ignore it, turning your attention to your book, a resolve that lasts for all of 30 seconds before you’re staring at Eddie again, watching the way his body moves, eyeing that tattoos that peak out from his vest, while you try to work out the shapes your questions are answered when he pulls the vest top over his head and wipes his forehead with it before throwing it to the side. You blindly reach out for your glass but the condensation makes the glass slip out of your hand and shatter on the ground. You curse loudly and Eddie looks up at the sound,
“You okay?”
You nod, “Fine, just clumsy. I’ll grab a pan for this.” You head to the kitchen and are followed by Eddie, insisting he can help. You grab the pan from the cupboard and start slightly when you see Eddie immediately behind you.
“Didn’t mean to scare you.” He all but purrs at you, stepping into your space, but slowly, giving you an opportunity to push him away. You don’t, you step towards him and before you can register what’s happening your lips are locked in a searing kiss, Eddie pushes you against the counter, pinning you between it and him, meaning you can feel his cock as it hardens through his thin shorts, you gasp for air as he pulls away,
“Is this okay?” He asks, cheeks flushed and breathless, you nod, pushing him away just enough so that you can slip down to your knees. Screw it. Fuck the thought of being a cliche, you banish all those thoughts from your mind, this is something that you both want and need from each other.
You pull his shorts down slowly, and can’t help but lick your lips as you take in his length. He's bigger than your husband, not just in length but in girth too. You run your tongue up the underside of his dick, eliciting a deep groan from him, you might be rusty but you haven’t completely forgotten how to give good head. You take his tip slowly, barely sucking but enough to have Eddie gripping the counter behind him for dear life, you work your way up, gradually taking more and more of his length until his tip is nudging the back of your throat, you use your hand to squeeze and stroke along the length that you know you can’t take,
“Jesus christ.” Eddie mumbles as you take his length as deep as you dare, until your eyes are misty with tears and then come back up his length, over and over until his cock is coated in your saliva and he’s barely able to speak,
“Sh-shit you need to stop or I’m going to cum right down your throat.” You grant him reprieve, letting his length go with a sordid pop as the tip leaves your mouth. Eddie leans back on the counter for a second, appearing to catch his breath before a devilish smile spreads across his lips,
“Your turn.” and before you can speak he’s pulling you to standing, and lifting you onto the counter with a surprising amount of ease, he’s definitely stronger than he looks.
“This,” he plays with the top of your bathing suit, before unclasping it and throwing it to the floor,
“Is,” now he yanks down the bottoms, leaving you bare on the counter, “So fucking hot.”
“If you like it so much why did you take it off?” You tease him, trying to cover yourself, unsure of why you’re attempting to preserve any modesty.
“Because as sexy as you look in it, you look much better like this.”
Before you can come up with a smart retort his head is between your legs and he’s alternating between sucking on your clit so harshly it makes your hips buck and tracing letters on it with the softest brush of his tongue, it’s maddening sensation that has you racing towards your peak before being slowly brought back down to earth. You whine in frustration and Eddie comes away, kissing at your thighs and rubbing circles into them as though anything other than an orgasm could calm you now.
“Let’s play a game, if you can guess what I’m spelling I’ll let you cum.” You nod, breathing hard, only focused on winning the game so that he’ll stop tormenting you. Eddie’s head dives back in, the tracing of his tongue now going much slower, allowing your head to clear enough to think. The first letter is E - easy enough. Then the second and third letters are the same and form a slow circle around your clit then a quick upwards flick - d.
“Eddie!” you cry out panting, praying to be right, you hear a quiet chuckle before Eddie is eating you like a man starved, shaking his head and moaning against you, your hands become tangled in his hair and your hips start to twitch entirely of their own accord, it's been what feels like an eternity since you last felt this desired, this kind of bliss. Eddie keeps his actions consistent, wrapping his soft lips around your clit and wrapping his arms around your thighs to hold you close until he has your whole body in spasm from orgasm.
He wraps his arms around your body as you cling to him, coming down from your high with breathy sighs and unconscious twitches. He helps you down from the counter and holds you steady, waiting until your legs are able to take your weight before his hands leave you,
“Think you can keep going?” A hungry smile forms on his lips as he speaks and you nod, desperate for more. You bend over the counter, sticking out your ass at him and Eddie hesitates for just a moment,
“Do you want me to grab a condom?” You shake your head,
“Just fuck me Eddie.” You’re practically pleading but it's not like you’d need to plead, he’s lining himself up and trying to bite back a moan at the mere sensation of your slick dripping onto the head of his cock. He shivers and slowly slides in, the stretch burns slightly and you make a noise somewhere between pleasure and pain and he stills,
“Everything okay?” You nod and he continues to fill you up, it’s almost a relief when you feel his thighs flush with yours, he pauses, allowing you to adjust to his size before he starts slowly pulling back and setting an almost torturously slow pace, like he has all the time in the world to fuck you and he’s going to relish every single second.
“Fuck you feel so fucking good.” Eddie groans against your shoulder and you can only nod dumbly and moan in response, as your body becomes used to his size he begins to pick up the pace, biting at your shoulder as he pounds into you, every thrust forcing a soft cry of pleasure from your lips. You lean back against him, pressing your back against his chest and he wraps an arm around you to toy with your clit, the dual stimulation making it impossible for you to focus on anything but the euphoria of this moment. Eddie sucks the skin of your neck harshly, you know its going to leave a mark but you don’t care, you cry out for more and then Eddie fucks you harder, nearing his peak, and thats when he makes you do something unexpected. Eddie makes you squirt, creating a mess on the kitchen floor.
“That’s so fucking hot.” Eddie grunts as he reaches his own orgasm, burying himself to the hilt inside you so that you can feel every pulse of his cock as he unloads inside you. Eddie pulls out slowly, as if he resents doing so. You lean forward onto the kitchen counter and try to catch your breath and control the shaking of your thighs, Eddie strokes your back soothingly, whispering words of encouragement to you. You hear cupboards opening near you and then Eddie presents you with a glass of water that you take in shaking hands.
“Fuck.” is the only word you’re able to say. Eddie laughs breathily,
“Right there with you.”
As you recover from your post orgasm haze you suddenly become hyper aware of your nudity and scramble for your cover-up from the floor. Eddie follows suit and grabs his shorts, hiking them up. You throw a kitchen towel over the mess on the floor, cheeks blazing at the sight.
“Well, I’d better get back to the pool.” Eddie bumps your shoulder playfully and then whistles when he gets a look at your neck, “Sorry about that.”
You sneak a peak in the mirror and gasp when you see the darkening love bites left on your skin, those can’t be explained. Then it thrills you a little. How far could you take this?
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Petals, hullooo dearest!! Not to be horny on main (or maybe yes to be horny in main 😂) but do you think it could be possible for the old Smutty Saturday stories to make triumphal return to Ao3? 👀? Especially that first one with 2 chapters? That was one of my favorite jily smuts 🔥
Hello fellow horny on the main friend!!
I might be able to scrounge them up for a repost 🌝♥️♥️♥️♥️🤭🤭🤭🤭
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Picturing Armand coming up with all sorts of creative aka absolutely batshit ways to prevent Daniel from being intercepted by the Talamasca while Daniel remains completely oblivious. “Lover LOOK it’s Lestat right behind you, he’s only wearing a g-string 🫢😜” and then he’s setting all of Daniel’s mail on fire and scattering the ashes in one of his clandestine e boat rides. Or trying to pass Talamasca correspondence as high school reunion invites (“you couldn’t possibly be interested in that my love? Such silly nonsense”) before tearing them off and throwing them out and changing the topic altogether. It all pays off years later at Lestat’s concert when they bump into Jesse and Daniel is like “Tala-what? lmaoo what a funny little name”. Armand has never been more proud of himself xoxo DA 🥹
Right? Dying at the idea of Armand going "Look! Lestat in a g-string!" to distract Daniel because wow, that would work! Armand would have already gotten rid of whatever it was and Daniel would still be searching behind him, going "Where? I don't see him??"
This could be a whole sitcom, tbh. A whole montage of Armand pulling Daniel in the other direction all of a sudden when he spots a Talamasca agent or changing their plans out of the blue. "I thought you had to see this band tonight!" "I realized their brand of folk music is quite droll. Let's go to Prague." Stealing his mail every evening before he wakes up him to sift through it. I imagine even in the chase years, he might get Daniel's mail at the hotel desk and bring him the royalty check while holding back the Talamasca's letters.
Maybe Daniel finally gets one of the letters in New York, and of course because it's the Talamasca, it's impossibly vague, imploring him to come meet someone at some hotel in a week's time and only vaguely mentions their interest in his novel. So Daniel asks Armand what he thinks it is? Do they want to discuss a sequel? It's not his publisher's letterhead. Is it an agent? Someone who hopes to represent him?
Armand reads it several times, expression impassive, even though he immediately knows what it is. "It's a scam," he finally says. "These vultures target young writers. They just want a share of your royalties and they'll do nothing for you." He tosses the letter aside. Maybe Daniel wonders if he should go the the meeting anyhow, just to see, but Armand will coincidentally need them to fly somewhere very far away the night before so he can't make it. Such a shame. Oh, well, Armand was probably right.
And when they try to approach him in person, ooh boy. I know Armand has some pretty clever mental tricks and could probably scare them out of the city for reasons even they don't entirely understand. Like they're on Daniel's trail and then all of a sudden, they feel uneasy about going into the city or into a certain neighborhood. They may mention that feeling or just that they're not able to establish contact, but no one can seem to get near him and he never replies to their letters or shows up for the pre-arranged meetings, so they just assume he's not interested.
Ironically, I think Daniel would want to know all about them. I don't think he'd join them--I don't think he'd give up being with Armand for anything, and certainly not that--but I think he'd find their mission fascinating, and if he hadn't run into Armand, he would have loved working with them to investigate the paranormal. Sadly, he's also one of those people predisposed to get too close and get himself in trouble, because nothing would keep him from approaching a vampire if he knew where to find them. So he wouldn't have lasted long in the job. Although, Daniel would kill for an hour or two in their archives, even now as a vampire.
I wonder if he ever asked Lestat if his friend David could get him in there for a night to sift through what they had. No doubt Lestat was like "Sure, yeah, I'll ask" and immediately forgot and it never came up again. Ironically, I think the Talamasca would salivate over the stuff in the Night Island cellar and whatever Armand has in the depths of Trinity Gate. I'm curious if, after QotD, when they realized where Daniel had been and with whom, they tried to excavate some of their old abandoned apartments and now, somewhere in the cellar of a Talasmaca motherhouse, sits a blender stained with beet juice and quick-dry cement, a Chia pet with dead seedlings sticking out of it, and an electric toothbrush with blood all over its bristles, all in some box labeled "Armand, New York, 1980s."
Thank you for the ask, DA!!! Always happy to hear from you! I will be thinking about this all day.
#not me typing this up while i'm technically working this saturday morning#but work is slow so thanks for entertaining me#i am also editing a fic i hope to post soon that i hope you'll like#it's smutty#and silly#i like to bridge that gap#daniel molloy#armand#the talamasca#answers in the desert#armand/daniel#vampire chronicles#vc#queen of the damned#dungeon anon#devil's minion#vc headcanons#vc meta
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Hello and WELCOME to another edition of Smutty Saturday!
Today’s fic recommendation is an amazing fic by @leslie057, pas de deux:
I’ve always wondered about Nancy’s ballet necklace from s1 and this addresses that and explores Jancy’s feelings for each other in an honest and touching way. Check it out! And as always, leave comments, kudos, etc.
Reminder: Jancy Fanfic Central is working collaboratively with Jancy Week 2023 so if there are any prompts/themes you’d like to see, feel free to send them to us here. Be on the lookout for more info on Jancy Week soon but until then, check out their page at @jancyweeks.
Please note the prompts that we’ve put out thus far for this month’s theme, SCHOOL. All general info is in the pinned post.
Happy Saturday! 📖 ✍🏼
#jancy smutty saturday#smutty saturday#jancy fanfic#jancy#jonathan byers#nancy wheeler#jancy fanfic fun#jancy fanfic recommendation
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What better way to round off the week, than with a little pwp? Each Sunday, we'll be sharing a smutty rec from the week's Spotlight Pair. That means this week, it's the boys' turn to play.
Title: i feel my temperature rising
Author: lovelyorbent
Rating: E (Fuck-or-Die. Lots of tagged kinks)
Subpairing: Spike/Angel
Length: 45,413 words
Setting: Season 5 of Angel: the Series
Summary:
“Oh, well, it’s interesting. See — oh, do you know what a Gnydarian is? They’re like big jelly things that are covered in these cute li’l poisonous barbs — and, well, anyway, mating is really painful and unpleasant for them, you know, because of the barbs, so to continue the species they have to have a way to make not mating even more unpleasant. Basically, they have this glandular secretion that makes them want to — you know, turn down the lights and play something sexy and get with the babymaking, or they get jelly-like in a bad way. Basically a big old endorphin bomb. I have a sample of his blood from when he was here and his testosterone and vasopressin are through the roof and by now he’s probably basically leaking noradrenaline — ”
Angel had to stop her before the syllable count on those chemicals started to get too high. “So Spike got — get off my leg, Spike — what, magically roofied?”
The why: Well, for a start, it's fuck-or-die with more kinks than you can shake a very stiff stick at. But, beyond that, there's a lot of heart to this piece, as Angel helps Spike through some very...hard...times, and it brings them closer together in ways far beyond the obvious. The dynamic between the two is fantastic, and there's some lovely glimpses into times past and the ways things have changed. It's all incredibly hot but also sometimes sweet and, at times, just delightfully funny. Lovelyorbent is a master of the genre, and captures the characters essences so very well. This fic also doesn't shy away from the tougher and less pleasant aspects of being in this kind of situation, and you'll really feel for the two of them.
#spangel#buffy the vampire slayer#angel the series#spike#angel btvs#buffyverse#smutty sunday#spotlight saturday: spangel
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Hello everyone!!!
I know I've pretty much disappeared for almost a month, but school has been terrible and I haven't had time to write anything.
I will start writing again on June 9 (when this nightmare will finally be over🙃).
In the meantime though, I have started watching Bridgerton!!! (I'm only on episode 4 of the first season, but I'm really enjoying it!!!)
I have a question for you, would you like that when I also write about Bridgerton once I start writing again?
Let me know. Have a great day and stay safe.
Love Becky
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