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Ethereal | Fred Weasley (ALL CHAPTERS ON MY PAGE) CHAPTER 1: ELENORA
Song: Satellite by Harry Styles
"Elenora—" the voice was soft.
"5 more minutes, please!" Emmy pleaded, moving her pillow over her sun-warmed face.
Hilly just smiled looking out the window at the passing carriages. Today was supposed to be Emmy's first day at Hogwarts.
She'd been living with her Aunt Hilly for some time after the wizarding war and was only just now beginning to make headway as a professor at the renowned Hogwarts School of Witchcraft Craft and Wizardry.
Emmy had already taught previously at Illvermony and the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic— she feared the highlands of Scotland may be a far cry from what she was used to. She eventually turned over to her alarm clock before grabbing her wand and opening the curtains to her room with a single flick.
She smelt Hilly's warm cooking coming from the kitchen and practically fell over her slippers trying to make it down the stairs to the delectable smell.
"Ready for your first day then?" Aunt Hilly's Scottish accent was unmistakable and the single most adorable thing anyone could ever get the chance to hear.
Emmy of course had her own fears but knowing that she would be helping a new set of students put her mind right at ease.
Suddenly there was a loud peck at the window. Keaton— Aunt Hilly's sweet new owl was practically scraping to get in.
Emmy opened the window slightly before unclipping the post from his feet and feeding him in thanks.
Emmy passed off the mail without further thought to Hilly before sitting down to complete her breakfast.
Emmy's eyes were heavy. 'Tired as usual' she sighed to herself.
Hilly placed her glasses on before opening The Daily Prophet and sipping her cup of tea. It was quiet for a moment between the two, only the cauldron across the way could be heard lightly simmering one of Emmy's long-term potion experiments.
Emmy noticed Hilly begin to sit up in her chair slightly reading along the post.
"Am I reading this right?" She laughed. "Merlin! It is true!"
Hilly stood up immediately, slapping the paper down in front of Emmy who was fully ready for a twenty minute rant about wizard politics at any moment.
"What is it now?" Emmy asked through bites of food.
"Fred Weasley, thought to be dead during the wizarding war was recently spotted with his brother and co-founder of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, George Weasley!" Hilly remarked.
"Huh?" Emmy asked. "Who is that?"
"Oh you-- Americans!" Hilly scoffed. Emmy slightly rolled her eyes at the comment. "Emmy, they fought against Voldemort for us! And now it appears that Fred was asked to teach potions this year."
Emmy's eyes suddenly flew open. "At Hogwarts?"
"At Hogwarts." Hilly nodded. "Now you must fill me in on all of the details Emmy— I don't want to miss a single—"
Emmy started tuning her out sinking further into her chair. Now she was gonna have to report to Hilly about every move he makes and what color tie he has and if he can really belch his ABC's... something Emmy really didn't want to be apart of. 'Why wasn't she told she would have an assistant this year before the new school year?' She pondered.
Truly Emmy was quite shy, especially as a former Pukwudgie of Illvermorny.
Potions was the one thing that Emmy could bury her head into and forget about everyone and everything for just a moment. A healer, an apothecary, an artist... the idea of a zombie-boy wandering her classroom put her at unease. Emmy shivered at the thought. 'Was there dark magic at play?'
Emmy headed back up to her room before getting dressed for the day. A red ribbon tied around her neck and a cute red bow in the back of her brown hair.
'Was this giving Kiki's Delivery service? Maybe just a little?' Emmy thought, biting her finger at herself in the mirror.
But it was so cute, how could she not?
Quickly readying her bags and her blazer she stepped into her chimney and immediately thought of the staff lounge, "Platform 9 and 3/4 please!" She remarked aloud.
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You were in the corner of an empty parking garage, heavily leaning over your motorbike, legs spread, pants and panties discarded on the cement, while your curly-haired lover kneeled between your legs.
“Good girl,” she murmured.
You softly grab her hand and bring it towards your warm, needy cunt. “Feel that?” You asked, sighing as she cupped you. “You feel how wet I get when you say that?”
Rosa used the heel of her hand to rock it against your center, creating the most perfect friction every time she palmed over your clit.
“You’re so damn wet. Dripping all over my hand and everything. I love this pretty little pussy of yours.”
Rosa used one hand to hold the bike steady while the one cupping your mound slowly slid a finger past your dripping hole. She held it there for a second before inserting another.
“More… Rosa, more…” Your head fell back as you held onto her for dear life. God, this was hot. Being half naked out in the open where anyone could drive in to see your girlfriend fingering you.
This was not on your bingo card.
“Tell me how you want me.”
“I want you just like this. With your fingers filling up my pussy.”
Rosa groaned at that. Your dirty little mouth telling her what to do. And how you wanted her. You were practically using her fingers to get off. She nods as her fingers curl, taking your words in.
“Like this, baby?” She asks, picking up her pace. Rosa was practically leaning over you. You could feel her stretching your walls.
“Yesss.”
You were moaning freely. Not a care in the world if anybody could hear you. Her lips attached to your neck, nibbling and sucking at the flesh to leave a mark.
Your back arched, the overwhelming sensations of her working your body had your thighs shaking. Your body ached as you held yourself up and stayed balanced on the bike.
“You’re taking me so well. I’m so proud of you.” She mumbled against your skin. Kissing at the tender spot behind your ear. You couldn’t do anything but gasp.
Rosa slows, giving you a moment to catch your breath. But it didn’t last long, because she went back to fucking you hard and fast. The loud squelching of your cunt sounded like music to her ears.
She hit that spot deep inside of you that made you see stars. Your vision going in and out of focus. She does this over and over again. Building you up. Picking up her speed with each thrust of her fingers.
“Yess! I’m so close.. don’t stop. Don’t stop!” You mumbled, holding onto her tighter.
The heel of her palm hits your clit with every thrust. Pleasure completely consumes your entire body as you come with a sharp gasp. “Fuck—Rosa!” You cry out as you spasm around her fingers.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Took my fingers so well.” She cooed, giving your temple a quick kiss. Rosa helped ride out your high, only stopping when your hand shoved her own away.
“That was so good..” You admitted, tangling your fingers in her dark, curly hair. Chuckling when she peppers your face with kisses.
Rosa smirked against your skin, before giving your pussy a light smack, causing your body to jolt forward and nearly knock over the bike.
“Now hurry up and get your pants back on so we can ride home and you can ride me.”
wait wait wait what about… Joan losing… HER virginity????
Honeymoon Avenue - Joan Ferguson x Fem!Reader
Why am I actually obsessed with this request?? Virgin Joan own my heart. And this idea immediately came to me. I know this is kind of a different side to Joan but I don’t hate it. Enjoyyyyy! <3
Summary: Joan waits until your honeymoon to give you all of her.
Warnings: praise, virgin!joan, slight anxiety, top!reader, oral (joan receiving duh!), body worship, not proofread (you should know this by now), etc…
The notorious stone-faced governor of an entire prison. To others she was stern, cold hearted, cruel. But to you she was sweet, kind, caring. Sure she was a tough nut to crack, but once those walls were down she became the easiest person to know. Inside, she was just a big softie.
And here she was, standing in the doorway, one hand on her hip while the other casually laid flat against the doorframe. She was wearing a matching black lace set that hugged her frame perfectly, and pushed her tits up. You could see the nerves radiating all around her.
The two of you have never been intimate before. Joan originally wasn't ready, clearly anxious about the whole ordeal. And you accepted that. It didn't bother you one bit, you left the ball in her court, letting her know that when she was ready, you'd be there for her.
You were okay with not doing anything. Her presence alone along with the cuddles and the kisses were all more than enough to keep you satisfied.
And now, seeing her standing in front of you with a red hue to her cheeks and the matching set adorning her beautiful figure, you couldn't help the giggle that fell past your lips. You covered your face in the pillow and groaned, a smile visibly plastered on your face.
"Fuck..." you bit your lower lip, looking back at the woman in front of you. "Baby... I— you— are you sure?" You were sure you looked like a kid in a candy shop admiring and drooling over sweets.
"I'm sure.." She smiled and shook her head at your reaction. She was blushing like crazy, and you had never seen her this bashful. "You like it?" She asked, slowly spinning in a circle so you could eye all of her, and immediately check out her plush ass.
Her salt and pepper hair fell loosely down her back, and the image in front of you nearly had you drooling. "My god, I love it," you squealed, unable to contain yourself any longer. "Baby, come here," you urged her.
Joan chuckled, before sauntering over towards the bed, her hips swaying more than usual as she walked. You could feel yourself getting giddier as she drew closer.
You could see her nerves slowly dissipate when she reached the end of the bed. To reduce the nerves more, you praised her as she crawled onto the bed towards you. Your legs spread to welcome her in, arms opening wide to make room for her to crawl on top of you.
"You look so damn beautiful," you murmured as she straddled your hips. "I can't believe I get the honor of calling you my wife." Your hands were quick to fly to her full, round hips, holding her close to you.
Her hair fell perfectly down and around your face as she engulfed you in a passionate kiss. Words had left her in the moment. You could feel her clammy hands as both of them made home on your cheeks, pulling you impossibly closer.
Your hands grabbed at the plushness of her ass. Joan's lips parted in quiet sigh, making room for your tongue to slide into her mouth. It wasn't a battle for dominance, but sheer desperation from both of you as the kiss turned heated.
You could feel Joan rock her hips forward, searching for friction. One hand left her ass to come to her front and grab a handful of her full breast. Fingers pinched at her hardened nipple, eliciting the first moan you've ever heard the woman make.
In an instant, you flipped her over to have her lay flat against the bed while you sat atop of her, gazing down at her with a newfound hunger in your eyes. Her hands gripped firmly at your thighs as she gazed up at you with blown out pupils.
"You're shaking..." You murmured, the fingers on your thighs noticeably trembling. Lips met once more in a small, reassuring kiss. "We don't have to rush into anything—"
"Nonsense, just keep going.." She sighed, holding your head as you kissed your way down her body. Lips wrapped around her rosy nipple, licking and sucking on her supple flesh, other hand gripping at her large breast. "I need you, baby.." Joan's fingers threaded softly through your hair. "I want this. I want you."
You made sure her tit was lathered before switching to the other, squeezing and kneading at her breast. Joan deserved all of your attention. Every inch of her.
"God, I could live here," you mumbled against her skin, mouth full of her. "My wife is so damn beautiful.."
My wife. Those two words had Joan shivering. She didn't realize how much they had turned her on even more. Her grip on your hair tightened as you spoke, back arching to push her tit further in your mouth.
Your words. Your praise. Your worship. She was in a trance. And she never wanted to get out of it. She wiggled as your mouth fell lower, kissing along her stomach, past her navel, and over her mound.
You could feel the warmth radiating from her. Joan's thoughts were running wild. Everywhere all at once. She didn't know where to focus until her dark brown eyes saw you nestle between her legs.
Tender kisses were placed along her thick thighs. Thighs you couldn't wait to squish you. Cut your airway off. If you died there, you'd be okay with it.
"Fuck.." Joan let out a whimper when you finally buried your face between her legs. The first lick up her folds had her moaning. And damn, was it the most divine sound you have ever heard.
"Taste so good.." you mumbled, Joan bucking into your face at the feeling. She didn't know where to grab, leaving one hand in your hair while the other held a deathly grip on the bedsheets.
She couldn't take her eyes off you. And when your eyes shot up to meet hers, hips bucked again. She wanted so desperately to take control. It was the one thing she knew best. But, her body denied her.
She was too far gone.
"Need more." Her hips bucked again, but your hand fell flat to her belly, keeping her pinned to your best ability. "Baby..." Her mouth fell agape as your tongue explored her entire core.
You licked with a passion, eating her out like it was your last meal on earth. You were hungry. Starving. All for her. Lapping at her pussy, alternating between long strokes, and deep thrusts with your tongue to her dripping hole.
Joan was a mumbling mess. Her eyelids were halfway closed, mouth agape with pretty little moans coming out of it. Your lips were glistening with her desire, the wetness dripping down your chin.
She was squirming, legs tightening around your head, her back arched, and she came with a pornographic moan. You weren't expecting her to be so vocal, but now you wanted to hear more.
You helped ride out her high, not completely stopping, but slowing your pace to prolong her orgasm as long as possible. That is, until she pulled you up by your hair to engulf you in a kiss.
She moaned, tasting herself on your tongue. She grabs the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer to her. The action itself was invigorating.
"Are you okay?" You asked against her lips. Your hand clutched her cheek, and you rubbed your thumb along her soft skin.
"More than okay," she chuckled. "Now do it again. I need more..” She said, clutching at your hips.
You pressed your lips against hers once more, savoring the taste of her. Giggling at her words, you broke away only slightly just to whisper back.
"Keep asking like that and we'll be here all night, love."
Hello, I was the one that wanted to portia featherington fic. I didnt see your post for some reason but I would like some smut if thats okay... its basically up to you about plot and stuff 👰♀️🍽
What’s Mine Is Yours - Portia Featherington x Fem!Reader
Summary: Love confessions are made, & dinner is ate.
Warnings: pure fluff, oral sex, age gap (obvi), fingering, face sitting, lots of kissing, barely proofread cause I’m lazy..
"Are you sure about this? I was always afraid I was reading too much into this... your interest in me, my age—"
"Nonsense!" You quickly cut Portia off, hands immediately clutching to her own, and leaning further in. "You're so beautiful and vibrant. I admire you completely. Your confidence, intelligence, cleverness. You're not afraid to speak your mind and stand up for what's right. And your age, my sweet Portia, means nothing to me. I don't care about the number, I just care about you."
"But I cannot offer you a conventional marriage. It is quite impossible, dear." Her eyebrows furrowed.
"I do not care! This is my life and I choose to live it out with you by my side. I do not care if we do this discreetly, or openly if we choose. The opinions of others do not scare me. Let them gossip!" You smile brightly into Portia's eyes, small droplets of tears falling down her face as you speak. "You are the most important thing to me in this entire world, and we deserve to be happy. To be together.. because Portia Featherington, I am madly in love with you."
A choked sob fell past her lips, your words completely shattering the rest of the wall she had put up. She sensed no hesitation, no lie. She was in pure disbelief that you not only felt the same way, but did not have a care in the world about throwing everything away in your life to be with her.
"I love you too..." She admitted, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. "You're so full of life, despite everything you've endured. The way you're willing to do this for me, my heart is full." She holds your face firmly in her hands, eyes glossy and full of love.
You gaze back with a soft smile. "Together we will be unstoppable, and I cannot wait to start making lifelong memories with you." You were truly mesmerized by the look she gave you.
You both close your eyes, foreheads pressed together as her lips lingered just in front of your own. Portia closed the distance once more, allowing herself to lose all of her bearings and brush her lips against yours.
She sighed contently, and pulled you close. In one swift motion you were straddling her hips, her arms draped loosely around your waist. You carefully pushed her down, to lie flat against the bed.
Fingers fumbled with lace and ribbons, undoing each knot with skill and determination. Completely baring yourselves to each other, roaming soft skin, kissing tender flesh.
"I will spend every day for the rest of my life proving just how much I love you," Portia confessed. Your face was peppered with kisses, and the look in her eye told you she meant every word.
"Now is a good time to start," you sighed, as she nipped at the nape of your neck.
"Well come sit on my face then, pretty girl.." She murmured, pushing you up and forward with her hands on your hips. "I'll show you just how much I love you."
You could feel your heart beating out of your chest as you positioned yourself on top of her. Looking down, you could see her ginger curls splayed out beneath her, with eyes fixated on your dripping core.
She was right where she wanted to be. Between your messy thighs, pulling you down to meet her face so her tongue could lick a long strip from your hole up towards your clit.
Her skillful tongue knew exactly where to lick, prod, and please. Portia knew your body like the back of her hand. You felt yourself instantly relax along the tongue of the older woman.
She was buried between your legs, lashing her tongue against your core. Your hips bucked when she circled your sensitive bud. Quiet moans fell past your lips as a hand flew to her crimson locks, pulling against the curly strands.
Your body was tingling with electricity as she left no part of you untasted. You were sweet as honey to her, and she quite honestly couldn't get enough.
"Please..." You whimpered. It was unsure what you were even begging for, but it felt right. She felt right. Perfectly nestled between your legs.
Your slick was running down her chin as she ate you out with fervor. You could feel how wet you were with each stroke of her tongue. The lewd noises were straight up pornographic.
"I'm so close— don't stop!" Your mouth fell agape as little noises fell past your lips. Portia mumbled, her words unintelligible as she doubled her efforts.
A relatively harsh suck and flick to your clit had your legs threatening to close. You were sure she couldn't breathe but your body was on fire as you came along her tongue.
Portia helped you ride out your high by not stopping, but slowing her speed. You could feel the sweat adorning your naked body with how hot the atmosphere was around you.
As you lowered yourself back down her body, Portia immediately pulled you back in for a kiss. Wanting you to taste your sweet nectar on her tongue as she shoved it in your mouth.
You groaned at the taste. The mix of yourself and something unforgettably Portia. Teeth clashed and mouths moved in unison as the making out grew fiery.
Your eyes watched her face as you kissed your way quickly down her body. Her own followed yours as you moved lower and lower. A small, weak moan escaped her throat when your breath tickled her wet cunt.
Lips kissed her inner thighs, the tiny curls adorning her mound, before reaching for her clit. "Oh my—" She sighed, legs falling wide open for you to continue.
Your slender fingers traveled to her weeping hole, teasing at the entrance before gingerly sliding two inside. The stretch had her gasping, before turning into the most beautiful moan you've ever heard.
Your mouth was hot on her, focusing on her clit with a passion to please. She was already sensitive, back arching high off the bed while little breathes and pleas filled the room.
"Please don't stop, darling," she cooed, fingers tangling in your hair to hold you close. You continued prodding at her clit, the overstimulation forcing her legs to shake.
"Don't plan on it," you murmured between kitten licks. You suctioned her bud in your mouth and picked up the pace on your fingers, the pleasure for Portia almost becoming too much.
The noises were sloppy. She was wetter than you've ever seen her. Her slick dripped down your wrist and onto the mattress, the wet noises filling the room as you fingered her thoroughly.
The slightest curve of your fingers had her mumbled and nails dug into your scalp. It burned, but felt so good at the same time. Her thick thighs were squishing you, cutting off your airway, but that didn't matter.
You needed to taste her. All of her. Your arm was getting tired, and your jaw ached, but she needed to finish. And you wouldn't stop until she did.
You flicked and sucked on her clit hard, legs shook violently around you and completely trapped you in. Portia came with a generously loud moan, and you were glad nobody was in the vicinity.
She was always so vocal in bed.
"My god..." She wheezed, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. You helped ride out her high as long as you could, before hands pushed you away.
"T-Too sensitive.. c'mere, baby." She urged you up.
Kisses were placed up her body before meeting with her lips as Portia embraced your body. It's as if you were one. Completely united. Tied together.
"I love you so much.." Portia mumbled against your lips. "So so much, darling. You are my whole world."
"I love you too, Portia Featherington. Forever and always." You smiled, matching her own. "Now let's go run a warm bath, I'm not quite done loving you yet."
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Aww thank you so much my love!! I haven’t written for either of them in ages and this definitely makes me wanna write for them more. I truly do miss my helen mccrory era, I fear I might have to circle back to it 👀👀 thank you for the kind words and support!! 🥺🩷
Hey may I request a Joan Ferguson x reader mirror sex? Only if you’re comfortable writing it.
Love your work! 🥰🥵
Eyes On Me - Joan Ferguson x Fem!Reader
I'm baaaack!! I know it's been a minute since I've posted but I finally felt like writing again, so I just whipped this bad boy up today. Thank you for being so patient with me while I deal with my chaotic life. I love all of you and thank you for the constant support!! Mwuah!! Now lay back, relax, and enjoy (not too much now) some silly little smut!! <3
Summary: read ask above!
Warnings: praise, dirty talk, she/her pronouns used, slight spanking, mirror sex (duh!), strap on usage, overstimulation, squirting, etc…
Joan beckoned you with her pointer finger. She was sitting there bare, legs spread, with the only thing covering any part of her being a large, silicone strap between her legs. It is thick, veiny, curved enough to sit just below her navel.
You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, sauntering towards your lover looking as beautiful and ethereal as ever. Her long salt and pepper hair fell down her chest, just barely reaching her plump breasts.
Hands were quick to grab at your hips, running them along your curves. "Turn around for me." Her words had your heart beating out of your chest. And of course you obliged, listening to your lover and turning away from her.
She now had a front row seat to your plush ass, hands moving downward to fit each cheek in the palm of her hand, giving them a rough squeeze. Your eyes fell on the sight in front of you, the tall floor length mirror sitting directly in front of you had your thighs instinctively squeezing.
"Look at you, baby. You're so beautiful... so perfect. I always tell you how much I love seeing you come undone beneath me, isn't that right?" She asked.
Your head nodded, but that wasn't what Joan expected from you. A harsh slap to your ass made the word "Yes!" fly quickly past your lips. Your left cheek now turning the prettiest shade of crimson.
"Well now, my darling girl..." Joan pulled you down into her lap, the thick length of her sitting between your cheeks, slowly getting covered in your arousal. "You are going to finally see what I see. How pretty you look when you come while I fuck this little pussy of yours." You groaned at the thought, while Joan's fingers instantly spread your soaking folds apart to rub tight circles against your clit.
Your head lulled to the side, wanting to engulf her into a passionate kiss, but a strong hand grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze ahead to watch the scene unfold. Joan tsked, giving your pussy a light smack, the filthy wetness between your legs becoming obscene.
"I told you to watch, baby. Be a good girl and listen to me, yeah?" She whispered in your head, teeth grazing your earlobe before she sank her teeth into the soft flesh.
"Yes!" You nodded frantically, legs already shaking while her fingers circled your bundle of nerves with precision. "I'll be your good girl. So...so good," you mumbled, losing your train of thought when two slender fingers entered you.
"That's my girl.." The noises filling the room were filthy. You were unbelievably wet, soaking Joan's digits while dripping down onto the silicone beneath you. The stretch of her fingers were delicious, but you knew it was nothing compared to the strap below, and she needed to work you up.
"God, just look at you. Shaking already. And dripping all over me." Joan's grip on your jaw tightened, not risking your head falling back and missing the show.
"Joan—"
"Shh, pretty girl." Joan soothed you, pumping her fingers in and out of you relentlessly. Fingers curled just right to hit that spongey spot that had you whining and writhing. "I wanna see you come around my fingers before I fill you up with my cock."
Her fingers scissored in and out— working you towards your climax. She was taking her time. Watching you through the mirror with her deep, dark eyes, lids hooded. Admiring the way your cunt eagerly pulled her fingers right back in every time.
Your walls fluttered, her dirty words only spiraling you further.
"So fucking tight."
"Such a good girl."
"Gonna fuck you so good."
The last words send you right over the edge. You were moaning out her name in a mantra, thighs shaking, pussy closing tightly against her fingers to keep them there while your orgasm ripped through you.
Your orgasm coated her hand, and completely soaked the silicone toy that was now inching towards your center. Joan chuckled, watching as your back arched and your cunt searched for the fat crown of her fake cock when her fingers left your aching center.
"You want me to fill you up, baby? Fill this swollen pussy right up?" She groaned, eyes glued to your pussy as the hand that was just inside you held her shaft in her hand. It was wet and sticky, covered in your arousal, making it easy for her hand to run up and down the full length.
"Joan please— fuck—"
A pornographic moan ripped from your lungs when she instantly bottomed you out. No warning, just pushed straight in. You could feel every vein, every ridge of her. The way her tip nudged that sweet spot of yours instantly.
"Look at that..." Joan cooed in your ear, clearly admiring the view she had in the mirror. "Just sucked me right in. Stretching you out so good, aren't I?" She purred.
Your hands gripped at the armrests, knuckles immediately turning white. "Please," you begged. "Please fuck me already."
Joan's hands found their way down your body, lifting your legs over her forearms and holding you tightly by your thighs. Completely trapping you, preventing you from squirming or moving. She was in complete control of using your body.
"Say it again. Let me hear you."
"Please just fuck me already, Joan. I need it! I need you to move— please—" And move she did. But not too quickly. Not yet. Just easing herself out, but only leaving the tip in, just to slowly push her way back in, watching through the mirror as your walls stretch to fit her in.
She stayed doing that for a minute. Getting you used to her and her thickness. Until her hips snapped up, causing the air from your lungs to escape. Her hands laid flat against your thighs, keeping you open and spread for her while she picked up the pace.
Your eyes nearly rolled back as her skin slapped roughly against your own. "That's the spot right there, isn't it, baby?" She smirked, watching your face contort in pleasure.
"Yes, Joan! Right— right there— fuck—"
Your wetness made it easy for Joan to slip in and out of you with ease. Her pace turned brutal and she bucked her hips to snap up into you. You could feel the tip of her cock nudging at your cervix with each thrust.
She was precise, hitting you in that same spot over and over again. Her mouth found your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft flesh to leave marks in their wake. And she bit down, teeth marks denting into your skin.
"You gonna be my good girl and come for me?" She purred, tongue soothing your skin where she just bit. "Gonna come all over my cock while I pound into you?"
"Fuck— yes!" You nodded frantically, breathing going erratic as you felt yourself inching closer and closer once again to a release.
You were moaning out her name profusely, following each time with a new profanity. Your eyebrows knitted together, and sweat beads formed along your forehead as you gazed at Joan through the glass mirror.
Her grip tightened, and the coil within you snapped. You nearly froze in place as pleasure took complete control over your body. Joan was murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, but your mind was too foggy, too blissed out to hear a single word as she helped your ride out your high.
You don't know how long your orgasm was, or when she had loosened her grip on your thighs, but next thing you knew she had her arms draped over the armrests while you helped yourself up.
"Come back to me, pretty girl.." she cooed in your ear, snapping you back to reality. Your eyes met hers again in the mirror, hooded and tired, completely filled with lust. "There she is..." she kissed your temple. "I wanna see you ride me. Come for me one more time. I know you have one more in you."
You moved your feet to plant them flat against the cushions just next to Joan's thick, milky thighs, while your hands fell flat next to her stomach, completely supporting and spreading yourself wide for her in the mirror.
Your back arched, and your body ached, but you needed to give her one more. Needed her praise, and another orgasm to satisfy your own needs. Joan groaned when you grinded against her, watching your pussy flutter around her length.
"That's it— that's my girl."
Your tits wiggled as you started off slow, grinding down on her lap before lifting yourself up and slowly lowering back down. It was slow, sensual, but didn't give you the satisfaction.
So you moved faster.
A surge of energy coursed through your veins, egging you on. You bounced with all of your might, skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex filling the air as you rode your lover's cock.
"Doing so fucking good for me," Joan mumbled, giving your shoulder a plethora of kisses. "Keep riding my cock just like that. Wanna see your pussy dripping all over me by the end of this."
Joan's eyes followed the bounce of your tits, buds hardened and begging to be touched. Her own moan's mixed with your own as the toy nudged at her aching clit with every grind.
"Christ, baby.. you feel so good." She was breathing harshly in your ear, and her words only encouraged you to please. Each thrust was knocking the air right out of your lungs, and your thighs burned.
"So good for you— only you—" you murmured. You picked up your pace, setting yourself in a steady but quick rhythm.
You moved to grab Joan's hand, bringing her fingers back to your clit to rub mercilessly circles around the bud while you rode her, needing both of your hands to keep yourself steady.
"My girl knows what she wants.. needed me to rub this pretty little clit to help you finish? Go ahead and coat my cock, baby."
Her words were filthy, completely throwing you over the edge as you came with a sob. Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes. Your pussy fluttered, and you found yourself drenching her cock.
"Fuck—" you moaned, head thrown back against Joan's chest as you squirted all over her thighs. You nearly collapsed against Joan's chest, breathing wildly as your legs shook.
"You did so good, baby.. just breathe.." Joan cooed in your ear, fingers running soothing patterns across your stomach as she held you close. You winced as she slid herself out of you, suddenly aware of the emptiness and whining at the loss.
She chuckled at your whine, but knew she needed to give your body time to relax. "I know, baby. But I can't have you passing out on me."
You let yourself relax into her hold, your hand reaching back to run your fingers through her salt and pepper colored hair. Your eyes found hers in the mirror, now softened from their previous state, and you couldn't help the smile that tugged across your lips.
"You okay?" She asked, after a minute of gazing lovingly at each other and your breathing had calmed down.
"More than okay," you admitted, turning your head to look her in the eyes yourself.
"Good," she smirked, placing a kiss on your lips before hesitantly pulling back to look at you. "Because now we have to get you in the shower to clean up.
"Carry me?" You blushed. "I don't think I can walk just yet," you giggled.
"Anything for you, baby." She pecked your lips one last time before adjusting your positions to pick you up bridal style like you weighed nothing in her arms.
She carried you to the bathroom before gently setting you down on the cool countertop. Careful to ensure you sat down with no pain. But, before she could move towards the shower, your legs wrapped around her waist and pulled her in close.
Joan's arms instantly wrapped around your waist as she looked down at you.
"I love you, Joan Ferguson." You smiled up at her.
"I love you too," she returned a smile, before crashing her lips against yours in a sweet kiss.
You reluctantly let her leave to turn the shower on, but your mind instantly thought of how it was now your turn to please and how you were planning on doing it.
hellooo i wanted to say that ive read your greta gill x reader fics a few times now, i love them so much, she's such a sweetie and i really wish she was real 😭 it's always lovely to read them again, thank u sm for writing the fics 💝
Thank you so much, my love!! I truly do need to come up with more ideas for her and I’m so glad to have someone like you read those fics! I feel as though the aloto fandom has died down and not many people know of her so I do my best to keep her alive! I’ll come up with more fics for her I promise. Til then, reread to your hearts desire 🥺🩷
Hiii I'm so sorry if you've been asked a million times but is a joan fic in the works?? I dont want to seem impatient but your joan fics are my favorite thing ever 😭 no one does it like you fr
Yes!! There are multiple actually 🫣 I just haven’t been able to sit down and write for more than 5 minutes without wanting to do something else 😭 Trust me I’m doing my best and trying to write more!! I seriously appreciate the patience tho and your kind words, I love writing for Joan and I love that you guys love it too! I am definitely trying to get more Joan fics out there for y’all.. and thank you for boosting my ego 😂💅🏼
I just got Covid for the first time so I feel like hot garbage at the moment, but other than that I’m good! Just been very very busy with work and whatnot 😭😭
I have no one else to talk to about the “you don’t run this prison” scene they did on stage, so sorry if you’re tired of talking about it 😭 she really went there with the mic placement, omg. Not the “Maybe it was more subtle…” before making it even worse, too. Looked awful natural, lmao. Danielle’s gay panic, meanwhile, was so sweet
NO BC SAME!! I will gladly talk about it and the events of that day! The mic placement had us all hooting and hollering and she had the audacity to look at us like we were crazy 😂😂 just for her to make it worse lmfaoo. Danielle’s gay panic was definitely all of us for sure, she gets it. I was gay panicking just being around Danielle herself 😅
Of course! This will definitely be a pretty lengthy post so I can give out all the details and activities. The con was in a hotel so luckily I didn’t have to leave my hotel in a city I’ve never been to. They had us all get our wristbands and paper tickets friday night and meet other fans. Saturday was the main event which was an all day type deal.
Danielle Cormack hosted the q&a panels throughout the day and did such an amazing job. She was absolutely hilarious and looked so good. She was so lesbian coded with her straight hair and fitted suit. I had multiple encounters with her, the most out of all the cast members. I had asked Pamela a question, not even talking to Danielle but when I talked to Danielle after, she remembered my name, and continued to remember my name the entire night. Mind you there were hundreds of people at this event. Every time I seen her or talked to her she would greet me by name which made the experience so much better. I got to sit down right next to her for 30 mins where we chatted and she was so kind, sweet, and funny. We got to take a few selfies together and she called me her angel. She hugged me a bunch and I got her autograph. She was just so breathtaking and she’s an ally for the lgbtq+ community which makes me love her even more.
Pamela Rabe, the woman herself.. I bawled in line the second I seen the back of her beautiful head. When I first got to take a picture with her, I told her I was holding back tears to which she rubbed my back and told me to think of something funny because this is a special moment. I was able to ask her a question at her panel to which she said she loved me and complimented my hair color. My lovely gf recorded that moment and I will cherish it forever. We hugged multiple times. The staff told her I bought two solo photos with her and she bent down to my level with a baffled look on her face, surprised at that fact which I thought was hilarious and cute. She was happy to pose with me for our photos and made it so personal. When I got her autograph, we chatted for a little bit and I asked her to draw me a small photo to get it tatted, she proceeded to draw me a goldfish (iykyk) then I asked for a hug, the staff was about to say no but she did it anyways and cheekily said “just make sure nobody else sees” and she also thanked me for her gift that I brought for her. I brought her a labubu and a homemade flower rose that I hope made it okay home with her. She was so sweet and mesmerizing and let me tell you that grey hair is so hot in person!!
I didn’t spend as much time with Jenko and Kate Atkinson but both of them were sweethearts! Jenko was so quick to hug me and make sure our pose for our photos were as cute as could be. She also said American chocolate tastes like barf but will gladly eat it if somebody gifts it to her. Kate Atkinson is sooo tiny in person, she was the same build as me and it shocked me lmao. She was so nice and had to wear her layers because it was freezing outside. I asked her to draw me a photo as well and she was freaking out trying to think of something so I just told her a heart would be okay.
Overall, it was the most amazing experience and we definitely made the right people famous. They were all so so beyond amazing and nice and sweet. It was nice meeting new people there, I definitely made a few friends. It’s definitely a very safe space, everyone is there for the same thing, but also the amount of queer representation there had me feeling right at home. I definitely found my people. I do plan on now going to more wentworth con’s in the future as long as time and money allows. I highly recommend anyone who gets the chance to go to it!! If you’d like to see more photos, feel free to stalk my instagram @alyssamaryyyy 😊🩷
