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Secrecy

Roy Harper × Fem!reader

Warnings: Explicit sex, Bad English

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- Fuck. - you moaned again, rolling your eyes, when you felt a ball form in your belly.

Your face was pressed against the wall of your room, next to the unlocked door that at any moment someone could walk in, your hips were pressing between the desk and Roy's as he thrust deep into you.

Your desk banged against the wall with every hard thrust you took.

The cold air along with the goosebumps that rose against your spine made your breasts feel goose bumps.

Your hands were on the wooden table, your nails dug into it, as you tried to maintain your balance and discount the insane pleasure you were feeling.

His ass was facing Roy's hips when he received a slap. - Roy! - You moaned loud enough for your brothers, who were at home, to hear.

- As much as the idea of being caught is very exciting, I don't want to lose my balls, my love. - He spoke close to your ear, slowing down the pace and making you whimper as you were approaching your orgasm.

He pulled out of you with a groan, you looked back as he turned you around and placed you on top of the desk, putting his arm over it and throwing everything there on the floor.

Roy reached behind her knees, spreading her legs and exposing her pussy to him. You moaned as the cold air hit between your legs.

- So wet for me. - He said as he ran his finger between your folds, rubbing your clit, sending a shiver down your spine and a charge of electricity to your belly. Making the butterflies fly like crazy. Roy stuck two fingers inside you, and you moaned and closed your eyes, looking at him.

He moved his fingers inside and curled them, hitting her spot.

- Fuck, Roy. - You moaned, scratching the table below you, arching your back and opening your legs wider, as he moved and rubbed his fingers at that spot inside you.

You moved your hips in search of more contact with his fingers when he pulled them out of you. - No. - You moaned exasperatedly at losing the delicious sensation you were feeling.

You looked at him angrily, wanting to know why he denied your orgasm twice.

He smiled, placing his other hand in your hair while the one inside you was inside your mouth.

- Your brother is coming.

You snorted.

- This isn't over.

wedding custom

Madara Uchiha × fem!reader

Warnings: Innuendo of sex and nudity.

Ignore the broken English. Good reading.💕

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-Maybe not.

- Of course I do. - I frown at him.

Madara was perhaps starting to go crazy.

Maybe not. He was definitely already crazy.

- I refuse for strangers to take off my clothes on my wedding night.-

He furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips, not happy with my decision.

- This has been tradition for centuries, dear. We can't just not say it like that.- I raise my eyebrow and take a step back, away from him.

Madara arches his left eyebrow and snorts, as a sign of impatience at my refusal of an old, crude and completely disrespectful tradition in favor of women.

- I thought we already talked about this. - he tries to approach me, with a small step, which makes me take two steps back. He rolls his eyes.

My fiancé apparently isn't the most patient, right?

- Yes, Madara. And I think I've made it very clear that I refuse such exposure.

- Rebel.

- Bossy.

He lets out a beautiful laugh and approaches me, with that sewer look that I like.

This time I don't refuse his approach, completely enchanted by the cursed man's gaze. Placing one hand on my waist and another on my face, I reciprocate by placing my hands on his shoulders. Holding on tight so I don't fall, thanks to the soft legs and the butterflies he makes me have.

- Then let's do the following. They will just the dress bigger. - Madara finishes saying and brings his face closer to mine, looking at my lips and going straight to my ear. - I take off the rest of the clothes in the room with just the two of us. - He finishes saying, giving me goosebumps and almost making me die there.

Madara laughs when he realizes, not that he doesn't know, what he did to me.

-Idiot.- He raises his hand to the back of my neck and comes up against my mouth.

FLOW wins the Oscar for Best Animated Feature Film

This is the first Oscar win for Latvia 🇱🇻

Deaged Jason and Bruce??

the real winners of best actress and best actor at the 2025 oscars

how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

these bitches in the writer’s room embarrassed me I talked up us getting Benjicot Blackwood ALL week. who the fuck is Davos

I have an image of this man, leave me alone I sWEAR TO GOD-

——

Geto does this thing with his nose.

It’s something you noticed not too long ago, something he does when he’s lost in thought, deep in his memories and trying to sort out the pieces of puzzles in his head.

His nose, the perfect nose on that perfect face-

Scrunches up.

It wrinkles under the thoughts moving around his head, twitching side to side with with monotone “uhhhhh…” when you ask him spontaneous questions.

It writhes when he tries to choose his words carefully, usually when they’re ones of scolding, and it almost takes your focus from the topic at hand to how absolutely precious the sight is.

And yeah, it wrinkles under the force of laughter that he lets out, when he’s deep in joy and his smile is too big to contain, but that’s a corner of love that’s reserved for his hidden dimples. His crinkled little nose is far easier to activate.

Even right now, as you ask him what dinners he has planned the rest of the week, you’re barely able to keep track of anything he’s listing off because that pretty little nose scrunches between the days of the week.

“I guess I got the hamster wheel going?” You tease, chin resting dreamily on the palm of your hand. He cocks a brow, his lip twitching slightly in annoyance.

Along with his nose, of course.

“What did you call me?”

“I didn’t call you anything,” you snicker. “In your head. You’re deep in thought.”

“…. What?”

You roll your eyes, but the smile stays all the same, “nothing, babe. I just like your thinking face.”

“You should like all of my faces,” he says, wrinkling his nose as if wanting to say more, but fighting it back.

You smirk. Then, you lean up to gently grip his chin and kiss the tip of that wriggling nose.

“You’ve got no idea, Suguru.”

É NOSSOOOOOOOO!!!! É DO BRASIL 💚💛

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