Warnings: ...you Know The Drill, Plus My Weird Obsession With Waterfalls, Established Relationship

Warnings: ...you know the drill, plus my weird obsession with waterfalls, established relationship

Also no mention of names so it could be any fictional character... tell me which character came to mind when reading this fic

"Where are we going?" I ask in the chilly night air.

"You'll see. It's a secret." He responds cheekily.

Fine. Have it your way, I think quietly while cursing my choices in leaving the comfort of my bed to follow in whatever shenanigans he has planned. The sound of running water breaks my thoughts and I look at him expectantly. He just smirks and continues walking ahead. Cheeky bastard.

Soon after my eyes meet the sight of two glorious waterfalls. The awe that locks my body in the same place only lasts for a few seconds. I laugh delightedly and run towards the edge of the water.

"How did you-" the question starts to leave my mouth but is interrupted by "I know how much you like them, and thought we could make some memories here", that is whispered in my lips, sealed by a loving kiss.

I draw him closer, the heat of our kiss constantly growing. Groans and soft moans escaped both of us. After a breathless make-out session and many questioning look between us. He tears our clothes, leaving only our underwear to keep us semi-covered. Kisses that will definitely leave marks are placed on her neck, brutal ones, while he sucks and bites her soft spots making her turn into a puddle of pleasure and want in his arms as he carries her towards the waterfalls.

"What are you doing, we are in public?"

"Keep quiet then," he says as he directs us right under the falling water.

The temperature and the pressure of it is the first shock. But is forgotten shortly after as he hikes me higher and starts worshipping my tits. Taking one of my nipples in his mouth and plays with it, alternating between gently licking and forceful sucks accompanied by harsh bites, torturing me as he pinches with one of his hands and the other one. My hands fly to his hair pulling him closer, he happily obligates, chuckling at my neediness.

When he gets bored of his teasing, he lets go and rips my panties, which are thoroughly drenched both by my arousal and the water and removes his boxers.

"Ready?", he asks huskily.

"Yeah," I whisper, my voice unable to reach any louder tunes.

He connects our foreheads and keeps steady eye contact with me. He enters me in one swift motion, leaving both of us breathless and gasping for air. He sets a pace that hits every right spot just right, making me see stars, and moans flying out of my permanently open mouth. His movements are rough and deep at just the right speed. The water running down my body and the way his thrusts make me bounce… the insanity of it all driving me crazy and right at the edge. Only he would ever imagine doing such a thing. Getting me to such a beautiful place characterized by the waterfalls the one feature of nature I absolutely adore and thoroughly fuck me dumb until I can't remember my name, plaguing this place internally in my mind with this memory.

"You know what you are doing"

"About what? Getting you to cum in such a short time, yes I believe so."

"Everything, you planned this"

"Of course, I did, my love. Now scream my name as you come undone. I know you are close. I can feel it. Let go for me"

And that I did. His name yelled upward as my back arched, but getting lost in the force of the water. He continued riding out my orgasm. Kissing her chest, while driving into her hips, which were held in a tight grip and will be covered in hand-shaped bruises, losing themselves in the pleasure they felt. When they both came, they smiled at each other and silently thought about round two, no words needed to be said. As they ran and crashed into each other directly in the soil shit-eating grins plastered their faces.

"Now that we indulged in this one fantasy I believe that we should try one more."

"Which is?"

"Eat you out while in public, underneath the stars as you list each constellation you can think about." He whispered sweetly in my ear before leaving a butterfly kiss on my pulse point, feeling it jump in excitement. He crawled backwards placing both of my thighs on his shoulders and covering them in hickeys. Once he was satisfied with covering me up with his marks, he delved into my pussy. This was the first time I stuttered while listing my favourite constellations and the stories behind their names.

Teasing licks placed here and there, driving me crazy with want. My hands flew around to find something to steady me and my head never stayed still, being slowly covered in soil and fallen leaves. The flat of his tongue moved from bottom to top collecting everything that was dripping, earning highly praised whines. Things changed soon though. His movements became more frantic. His tongue flew in and out of her while he swallowed everything I offered him, flickering my clit and sucking at it making black spots dance in my hazy vision.

Heaven must feel like this, they both thought.

"What about Cassiopeia?" He asked, reminding me of the task at hand.

"She- Oh God… yes… just like that. Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

"Like that?" He hummed teasingly, as he devoured my whole being. The messy hair, the glistening skin covered in water and sweat, the pink tint in the cheeks, the already forming hickeys, everything seemed godlike to him.

"I'm close"

"I know. I got you"

As these words were spoken, heavy rain broke down, making every sensation hit them tenfold. He collected me in his arms, rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"We should do this again," I said into his skin

"God, if we don't have a fever we will be so lucky."

"Well, in my perspective we will get sick either way. Why don't we stay and try other fantasies"

"I love the way you think," he said as he leaned back into the soil, giggles breaking the pitter-patter of the rain, leading to an unforgettable night.

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idk if you take requestss butt could you do regulus black x reader? i'm wondering how make out with him will be 👀

Im sorry its kina short and angsty

The soft glow of the fireplace illuminates the whole room. Breathy sighs and laughs escape from the two young teenagers that are hidden beneath the covers trying to escape their reality. Regulus is soft and gentle as he runs them along the slopes of her body. His safe place. The news of the war reached them a few hours ago. Voldemort has already ordered his ranks to attack Diagon Ally the following morning. Regulus has to be among them and yet all he could think about was to rush back to her. Back to his home.

He found her where she usually was. On the couch curled up in a fluffy blanket watching a movie being too restless to read a book. Once his eyes fell upon her, he threw himself on top of her and kissed her as if she was the only thing keeping him alive. Tearing their clothes and carrying her bridal style on their bed. He delivered her one orgasm after the other feeling the need to take out all his frustration on her and she gladly accepted it. Now the afterglow and the look of bliss that portraited her face was his only saving grace. He held her in his arms trying to protect her from everything that was against their love. The world's of his mother flashed bitterly in his mind.

Who will ever love you, the way you are?

She did, mother, he wanted to say. She still does, but not for long. Not after she realizes what I am planning to do but I have to … I have to protect her, I need her to be happy and that can only happen when she will be safe and the war is over.

Such thoughts flooded his head as he tried to memorise every inch of her. He had made his decision. He held her close against his chest, letting her hear his frantic heartbeat and feel his breath fan her face, lulling her to sleep.

He waited and waited and waited to find the courage to dispatch himself from her warm and loving embrace but could not find the strength to do it. She was everything to him. She always will be.

After long hours that felt like mere minutes, he got out of bed, covered her with the duvet and placed a soft kiss on her forehead mouthing "I do it for you, my love". He left the letter he wrote over two months ago and placed his locket in his throat, the one that had a picture of her caught mid laughter, when her eyes lit up and scrunched slightly from how much her happiness could overtake her whole face. He exited their room quietly, shooting one last glance at her, the love of his life, while she slept peacefully oblivious, not knowing what was going to happen. He apparted to his pre arranged meeting place with his dutiful elf, Kreacher.

"Are you ready, Master Regulus?" He asked with a screechy voice.

"As ready as I ever will be."

Warnings: minors do not interact, smut, male!masturbating, fem!character no use of y/n, remus being a simp

Remus sighed as he closed the door and left his keys on the table along with his towel. His eyes fell on a message that was left in the refrigerator.

Hi Rem,

A new lead was found in the case I am working on. I will come home late. Don't wait for me.

Love,

Dad

Great, another day at home alone, he thought bitterly. Sure his father tried his best to be home early and since his mum died he had to work twice as hard to make ends meet, but he missed having someone to share his dinner with. He took a long calming breath and his mind wandered to today's travel at the beach.

His cock was aching so hard. Just remembering how good she looked in the navy blue bikini that hugged her curves perfectly. He shook his head, trying to chase away that thought. He opened the refrigerator reaching for a frozen pizza and put it in the oven. I should take a bath. A cold shower to be specific.

Going up the stairs he started rummaging for new clothes as a text notification sounds from his phone. Thanks for coming with me to the beach. I really liked it, I hope we will go again sometime. Say hi to your dad for me! He liked the message and opened his camera roll. New pictures of the two of them filling all his phone screen. And… there she was, a smile lighting up her face, sunglasses adorning her somewhat sunburned face that was being framed by her windblown wet from the sea hair. She was wearing that white towel around her shoulders hiding some parts of her beautiful frame along with that navy blue bikini that was in stark contrast with her skin and seemed to mock him.

If he knew that he had to drive the two of them to the beach for one hour just to see her happy, he would do it again a hundred times in a heartbeat without second thoughts. That's what friends did right? Oh God, who was he kidding? He hasn't been thinking about her that way for a long time. Regaining her trust and reforming their friendship that has been violated by all the hurtful stuff they said to each other while they argued on account of their academic rivalry, was the best decision he ever made. Just the fact that she had been complaining to him about the scorching weather and convinced him to get their swimsuits to go to the beach was enough to prove that point. She wanted to spend time with him and felt comfortable to be around him only in that damned bikini that has been haunting his thoughts for the past few hours.

He removed his swim trunk and sprayed himself with freezing water, hoping to get rid of that painful boner but to no avail. He turned up its temperature and put the shower head in its hold, which was installed high in the shower wall. He got a hold of his cock and started teasing himself with his fingers trying to put an end to his torture. But instead images of her floated in his mind. Her lounging in her towel under the umbrella away from the sun while reading her book. Turning her head at him and looking pleadingly with a slight pout to convince him to take a dive with her.

His hand sped up its movement as he drifted back to that exact moment, to how happy she looked when he made to get up, how she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the sea. The way her body moved as they splashed each other with the cold water and how she started wrestling him after he pushed her into the water. After they had gotten cold they headed towards the shower, he let her shower first, a gentleman as always, unable though to remove his eyes from her. Staring as droplets of water run down her form. How they made her top stuck even more to her breasts leaving next to nothing to his imagination.

His movements now were even harsher. Rougher and faster, hips buckling, grinding in his hand, as soft moans along with grunts left his mouth due to the memory that played out in his mind's eye. She kissed his cheek after she was done and ran back to their umbrella to get her towel. Watching her from behind as her ass bounced, he decided to chase after her. Running at full speed he caught up to her in seconds. Wrapping his arms around her, his left hand accidentally resting in her right breast while the other held her hip in place drawing her even closer as she struggled to get free of his grip on her, while her laughter along with whines of his name left her mouth.

He threw his head back and his mouth opened as loud moans escaped and filled the tiny bathroom. Eyes permanently closed, losing himself in the pleasure of his own hands, trying to trick himself into thinking that he was deep inside her. Fucking her good, only a few days before the full moon, like now, chasing one orgasm after the other. Penetrating her in all positions for hours to no end and filling her with his cum until it ran down her thighs. He wondered…Would she be tight? Would she scream his name at the top of her lungs or whisper it, the way she did when he applied sunscreen, per her request, in her back and massaged it afterwards, as she scrunched her face in pleasure and said his name in such a hushed tone, like a dirty secret, falling asleep afterwards, because she felt so content? How heavy and full her perky breasts and her round ass would feel cupped in his hands? How would she taste? In how many ways could he make her cum? How many times? How would she look when she did? How would she like to be fucked? He was so close now.

He tried to steady his body by resting his free hand on the shower wall. He bit his lip to contain some of the sounds he was emitting as he came, but the sound of her name with many profanities accompanied echoed in the empty house.

"Fuck" there has no denying it any more. He was attracted and so impossibly in love with his best friend. He was in for a long torture, with his trusted hand and his occupied mind from the thoughts of her in such seductive and inappropriate ways.

Bip bip

Food's ready, thank God. He was starving.

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Me... so me 🙏

I want Remus Lupin to rail me.

Earth shattering, mind blowing, toe curling sex that means I can’t walk for days.

That’s it, that’s the post.

Warnings: rough ummm yeah

For the military grumpy x grumpy situation in the beginning I had in mind that you are both in the military. Choose whichever branch you want (air force, navy etc.) You see each other all the time because you are in the same squad. You aren't friends exactly but there is some mutual respect.

Yet he always catches your eyes. Is he training for combat and his sweaty shirt clings to his body?

Of course you are looking at the practically see through shirt, admiring his abs.

Is he using his gun?

Well, look at how his hands flex.

Or is he carrying something while walking away?

His muscled back and sturdy shoulders need some attention don't you think ( hot take but this is the most attractive thing for a man, screw veiny arms). And well you get the point.

Now due to some kind of miracle you end up on a mission together, just the two you. But the stakes are high. You both know that there is a high possibility that you won't survive the following days. All the stress and tension ends up in...

You guessed it, a really hard fuck like it's the last time you will ever see each other. And I am talking against a wall, probably missionary because you want to see each other as you fear that soon one of you or both will be dead. Head banging in the wall and the sound of your skin slapping filling the room. You legs will be wrapped around his waist, your back resting in the wall and will everyone of his thrusts your body will move up and down.

But that is not enough. And he grabs your hips as leverage to bounce your body on his as much as possible.

Or... the needy sex you get when your military boyfriend is missing for a long time. Don't even get me started. Throwing you into the bed, grabbing handfuls of your body, trying to convince himself that you are real , that you are there with him and that you are not going anywhere, not letting you get out of your bed until you are both fucked out beyond recognition.

Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship

Requested by @swvaxq

12:00. Midnight.

Charlie waits patiently for her in the cave. The Dead Poets cave. If his friends knew what he was doing they were going to kill him. But she was worth it. A ruffle of trees reached his ears that was accompanied by her swearing under her breath. He laughed fondly. God that girl was something else. He laid his coat down and drew the picnic basket closer as she entered the small place.

The smell of her hit him first. Roses and faint jasmine here and there. The sight of her came second. She had slightly curled her hair and had tried to pin them in place so as to not tangle in tree branches, being kept away from her beautiful face allowing him to admire it without a hint of resend. Leaves adorned them as long as her clothes and a large puddle of mud where in her left leg, staining her trousers.

"Rough journey?" He asked jokingly as she approached him.

"Yes," she said proudly matching his wit with her own, slightly raising her chin and answering " I had to cross the dens of Hell, just to see you".

"Well then, you must really love me."

"That I do," she said as she kissed him softly on the lips.

"For what it's worth I love you too."

"True, but you are obsessed too because what logical person on this planet would beg for forty minutes to meet him in the cave just because he missed me? You and possibly a serial killer."

He laughed at her. And drew her closer. Kissing her lips, making her lose her breath then her cheeks, her nose as it scrunched in distaste, hating being kissed there and then her forehead.

They stayed quiet, enjoying the peace and tranquillity they had as she tucked her head under his chin and buried her face in the corner of his neck. When he darted drawing his hands up and down in her sides she started squirming.

Ticklish, he presumed, a nice fact to keep in mind for later, he thought.

"Are you hungry, my dear?"

"Starving, should we go out and haunt deer or rabbits? But be aware I could eat one me you should multiply everything you thought we should catch with two." She said not missing a bit.

He opened his picnic basket which was filled to the brim with all kinds of food. And asked her.

"This seems enough?"

She threw a questioning glance there, calculating and mumbling "Should be enough"

She grabbed one of the sandwiches that were filled with cucumber and some kind of cream cheese that she loved, and practically inhaled it.

She wasn't kidding when she said she was starving, he thought.

When they were done with the sandwiches and they downed over two glasses of water and then found the small taper that contained crème brûlée. Her favourite dessert in the world. He really knew her better than the back of his hand. And he had missed her. Hellton had arranged them so many term exams the last two weeks and he couldn't care less about them or his grades but his friends were adamant about trying and so he did just that. But now he was here, with her and that seemed to be the only thing that mattered at the moment.

The look of happiness on her face was the only thing that somewhat brightened his heels days and weeks. He knew they didn't have enough time and he would have to return soon back to his dorm. Just five more minutes, he kept saying to himself over and over, like a little child that did not want to separate from his friends yet.