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“Aw yiiisss! Leaf bloeelheglehlreelgehelergheelegrhehhlrlg.” (via carrotsoup)

i love those sexy prompts! could you write “do you know how bad i want you?” with harry hart? thank you

NSFW MEME —

You could honestly say that you’d gone over to  Harry’s help look over intel reports. 

The ever-growing pile of case reports to read and sign had been stressing him out more and more each day. The least you could have done as the supportive girlfriend was to bring him some coffee and fruit tarts from the bakery near your apartment to cheer him up.

Of course - both the coffees and the pastries were in the exact spot you had set them on the side table, perched atop Harry’s desk with your legs wrapped around his waist. You had already worked open a few buttons of his dress shirt, tie disguarded on the floor along with your high heels. 

“Harry… the- the reports…” You mewled, his thumb brushing against your nipple through your blouse. “Fuck the reports. Do you know how badly I want you?” He murmured, moving closer so you could feel his erection pressing insistently against your inner thigh. If you just shifted your hips a little...

“ — You’re right. Fuck the reports.”

I’ll be accepting only 10 7 more NSFW prompts before I close them. If I want to get back to writing my one-shots, I’ve got to cut them off somewhere! Send ‘em in while you can!

“I wish I could control myself better around you, but when I see you, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you.” for Archie cuz yum

He came back from the business trip worse for wear. Apparently things had gone a bit awry with the client. The deal hadn’t been made and apparently one of Archie’s boys had been shot in the foot, but other than that, they all made it out of Ireland rather unscathed. 

He made it back late – you’d stayed up on the couch, tuning into late-night comedy shows and enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in one of Arch’s old dress shirts and comfy socks. At the sound of the front door’s lock jingling with keys, your heart leaps into your throat.

You pull yourself up and quickly pad over to the door, eyes wide as Archie stagger in out of the rain. You grin and feel your cheeks heat up.

“You’re back!”

His head snaps up, eyes bright as you run down the corridor and hop into his arms. He catches you, swinging you up into his arms. You hug his neck, kissing his cheeks and not caring if he’s soaked from the rain. His hands are cold as they wrap your legs around his waist. They brush along the skin of your thigh and you shiver.

“I missed y’,” he mumbles against a slow kiss. 

Climbing down from his arms, you help him with his jacket and hang it while he kicks off his shoes. You’re met with hands on your waist, skimming up the fabric of the dress shirt. “Nice shirt.”

“Thanks, it’s not mine,” you chide. A wandering hand moves to cup your breast under the shirt and you bite your lip as Arch’s mouth dips to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He can’t help it – you’ve been on his mind ever since he’s left. Those pictures you’d sent him the other night in that new lingerie set hadn’t helped.

“I wish I could control myself better around y’, but when I see y’, all I want t’ do is rip your clothes off an’ fuck you,” it’s a hoarse whisper and you practically moan in his arms.

“Well, now’s your chance, hot-shot.”

Can we get some harry hart x ginger maybe?

I’m sorry, but I only write reader inserts! 

If any of my followers know of someone who would be willing to write Harry x Ginger, help the anon out?

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