#virgin!

[murasaki-cha]

(Forgot to post this earlier)

Touch her you puss-

[trashmouth-richie]

writing 4 fics at one time and I havingto remember which Eddie I’m writing ine such one is too much for my scatter fried egg brain

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upcoming stuff :)

sucker part ii - just wrote it tn and im so happy w it

cedric diggory drabble - you’re a muggle !

harry potter virgin!smut

either a draco headcanon or drabble, haven’t decided yet!

hagrid headcanon or drabble, haven’t decided (might be a hc)

molly weasley request (might be hc, arthur and her might be separated)

ron weasley!!!!! yes my kinggggg, will be a headcanon

lots of snape requests so im gonna sort through and decide which ones i’ll make hc’s and which ones drabbles/oneshots

THESE WILL BE POSTED WITHIN THE NEXT WEEK OR SO BUT PLEASE BE PATIENT, I AM STARTING COLLEGE ON SEPT. 1ST SO I WILL BE BUSY!!

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what's nadia's reaction to her finding out she infused the MC with want from the virgin!au ?? :0c

Continued from my Virgin!tag

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Whatever spell that had been in the air vanishes with Nadia. You’resuddenly freezing, the hunger in your veins curdles and clogs. It makes yourbody feel leaden. 

These are telltale signs of an incantation having been whiskedclean from your psyche. 

The withdrawal makes your head pound. How long had she been givingoff that spell? 

Since she turned? 

Nadia had been so settled in her new throne and powers you hadn’tquestioned her control. 

You banish any thought of this magically induced craze being in anywayintentional.

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It takes what feels like forever to find her. The realm is animpenetrable maze when its mistress wills it so. 

When she finally allows you near, you’re on your knees from exhaustion.

Nadia sighs, bemusement in her eyes. 

She’s ashamedly observing your assessment of her. 

Of her inhuman qualities, she’s The Devil, someone capableof enticing any heart’s desires. 

One capable of fulfilling any whim and you had beenhers. 

“I suppose you want to return to the overworld.” Her tone isalready resigned. 

“Nadia.”

“Even after what I did… I don’t think I can give you yourfreedom.” She had once promised everything, but she is unable to releaseyou.  

Her Arcana represents the opposite of such things. True freedomresults from irresponsibility and Nadia is now a creature that promiseseternity at a price. 

“Nadia, I’m staying.” 

She’s not listening, so caught up in her self-loathing. “I can’tbear to lose you.” 

“And I can’t bear to lose you.” You take a bold moveforward and cradle her face into your hands.

She closes her eyes, leaning heavily into your palms. “I’msorry.” 

“Nadia, I wanted you, I still want you.” You blushhorribly, never been good at expressing your fondness, but you had to do sonow. You had been so caught up in the all-consuming presence of her. Justmindlessly luxuriating in the magic that poured from her without hold, like acat basking in sunlight. You should’ve known the signs, but you had been morethan willing. If anything else, she had just added fuel to embers. 

“Are you… Are you sure?” She’s so tentative, so fragile andhopelessly caught on your words. Her goat-like ears angle back and presstightly against her skull.

“Always.” 

Her Sight ability burns and garlands around her head. She checksfor lingering remains of her spell, but you’ve cleansed yourself of it. 

The Fool is capable of breaking any spell when willing. 

You step closer to press a kiss against her worried mouth.“Always.” A kiss. “Always.” Another. 

You’ll say it as many times as she needs.

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First Time Jitters

Based on the following requests

“Hi hi. Can you do an imagine where the reader is dating H and she's really insecure and he realizes and talks to her? Or one where she doesn't want to have sex yet cause she's a virgin and she tells him and he's just really supportive ? Thanks babes x”

“Hi! Can you do a smut where the reader told H a few weeks ago that she didn't want to have sex but now she feels ready and H is just very mindful of her the whole time? Checking up on her and such? Thanks man !”

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First Time Jitters

In which Y/N is finally ready for Harry

Warnings: possible insecurity trigger

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Harry was everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. He was kind, he was loving, but most of all, he was patient. You hadn’t done anything remotely sexual before him, and he was willing to put off his own needs and wait for you.

There have been times in the past where the two of you would be in the middle of an intense makeout session and you’d pull away when Harry got too carried away and would start pulling up your shirt. You would look down at his problem and offer to help him out with it but he’d just say, “Don’t worry ‘bout it, moppet. I’m a big boy, I can fix it myself.”

But now you were ready to go all the way with Harry. You’ve been with him for six months and you know that you can trust him. The only things that have been stopping you all this time are your insecurities; the abnormally large hips that you got from your mother, the scars across your stomach you got from that one time you fell off your bike. The stretch marks that seem to have appeared out of nowhere because you’ve never even grown that much.

There were just so many things that you thought would scare your boyfriend away, but Harry seems to always find a way to change your doubts. One man’s, or woman’s in this case, trash is another man’s treasure. He knows how you feel about your own body and tries to tell you as many times as he can that he loves it more than anything else in the world. Well everything except for his mum, he loves her quite a bit.

You know that Harry would take care of you and make you feel like a complete angel, you’d honestly trust him with your life. And if you could trust him with something that big, surely you could trust him with your preserved innocence.

So with that thought in mind, you throw off the imaginary chastity belt and put on the wine coloured lingerie your friend had jokingly gotten you for your last birthday.

You arrive at Harry’s apartment at around six o’clock at night, you don’t text him about your whereabouts, but rather knock on his door spontaneously and hope that he’s home.

Harry opens the door with a cute and questionable look on his face until he looks down and finds your face. His expression changes to surprised but happy and he hugs you with one arm, inviting you in with the other.

“Moppet, what are you doing here at this time?” he asks. You reply blatantly back because you know that if you don’t, you won’t do it at all. “I want you.”

Harry looks taken back for a moment, eyes widened a bit and looking like a slightly darker shade of green. “Are you sure, Y/N? We don’t have to,”

“I want to. I want this,” you say, not wanting to wimp out. Harry knows how you feel about your body and you’re positive he’ll make you feel loved. Like he always does.

Harry’s face is solemn as he questions your motives once again, “Are you positive?”

“Yes… unless you don’t want to…” your statement comes out more as a question than anything. Why is he so persistent, why can’t he just accept that you want to do it. Harry seems to understand what it sounds like to you and immediately backs up his prior statements, “No, of course I do. God, I want to do this so fucking bad. It’s you I’m worried about…”

“I’m sure,” you smile.

“If you say so…” Harry drags on the last word but then changes his mind, “Fuck it.”

With that he yanks you gently by your left arm and meets you halfway. “Pucker up, babe.”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond before crashing his lips against your own. The action itself sends sparks down your spine. The kiss isn’t at all innocent but instead fiery and passionate, perhaps a taste of what’s to come later tonight.

Harry’s hands move down to your ass just as his tongue delves through to yours. You move your hands up to his curly mane and he instantly groans into your mouth. He squeezes your ass tightly and this causes you to jump up, he forces you to wrap your legs around his fit waist all while continuing to make out with you.

He walks backwards and only breaks apart to open the door to his bedroom with one arm. After the door is opened, the two of you connect once again and he uses his foot to close the door.

He drops you down on the bed and helps you to remove the shirt you had hastily put on earlier before heading over.

The look of awe that appears on Harry’s face when he sees the laced bra makes you remind yourself to thank your friend for the gag gift so long ago.

“Dear god,” Harry mutters under his breath before looking into your eyes, for a signal to keep going.

You give Harry a small nod and with that he finally moves his eyes down to your pretty globes to admire them as he’s been wishing to. You watch as his eyes darken considerably and as his pupils dilate, the green in them slowly disappearing into a dark forest. He moves his hands to behind your back and unclasps the hook, taking his time while removing the small piece of fabric from your currently scantily covered body.

With that, your dignity is gone, but before you can even try to cover yourself up, Harry’s read your mind. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’mma take real good care of you, that sound good?”

As he says this, his hands move around on their own and each of them end up cupping one of your pale breasts. You can’t reply to his statement because the pleasure from this small action is taking over your body. You let out a groan and relax down onto the silk pillow behind you.

Harry goes from cupping to kneading you and the shocks that move through your body are indescribable. You ask yourself why you’ve never done this before. “You’re so gorgeous, Y/N. Your body's a true wonderland,” Harry voices his thoughts aloud. You’ve disliked his talkative and confident nature in the past, but now, it’s just so incredibly sexy.

His legs hook around your own as he takes one breast to suckle in between his teeth. With the other, his hands focus on pinching the nipple and getting it hard. “That’s my girl,” he says against you as you stop trying to hide your moans.

“Oh fuck,” you start to shout. As he expertly pokes and probs at your breasts, you can’t stop yourself from abiding to the pleasure. Your careless shouts turn into chants of Harry’s name and soon enough you come to your first ever high.

Harry waits patiently as you calm down, “It’s a pretty nice feelin’, isn’t it?”

You smile in response.

Harry’s mouth detaches from your cleavage, where it was presumably marking you with purple bruises and you begin to whine from the loss of contact. Fortunately enough, though, his mouth reattaches quickly to your navel and Harry starts to kiss his way down, muttering small words of encouragement to you as he does. They range from, ‘you’re so pretty, my god’ to ‘dear god, i’m the luckiest man alive, y’know that, doll?’ to ‘don’t know how i ever resisted you before’.

He makes you feel so loved as he coos against your belly, the lazy but still-hearted words make you feel dizzy. It’s as if cupid’s bow had hit you, again. Before tonight, you had certainly loved Harry, that was clear. But hearing, seeing, and connecting with him like this seems like the honeymoon phase all over again.

Before you know it, Harry has his fingers hooked around either side of your waist, slowly removing your last article of clothing. You immediately cover up your private bits. Unlike your breasts, Harry doesn’t have the time to talk you out of it. So once you do so, he only shakes his head and smiles up to you. “You don’t have to cover up for me, Y/N, baby,”

You feel your body turn a light shade of pink at his words and you shyly smile. “That’s my girl,” he says.

Harry moves down to the foot of the bed and separates your legs. You go onto your elbows, confused by what he’s doing. “Just lemme love you, baby,” he sighs out.

You relax at his tone of voice and lay back, again. “Gonna get you wet for me, soaked, that sound nice to you, Y/N?” he asks just as he starts kissing up your legs. You can’t stop the shivers that go down your body from the feeling of his warm, soft lips against your cold legs. Harry continues his journey up your thighs, nipping and sucking at random points. Once he finally gets up to your soaking pussy he tsks, teasing you yet again. “You’re so ready for me and I haven’t even started with you. You’re gonna love this, trust me,”

You reply back to him with a deep throated moan and he takes that as a sign to keep going. He also, of course, makes a note in his head to remember that you like dirty talk.

He teases his way around your fold for what seems like too long and when you finally have the voice to tell him to get to it already, he dives in. And by dives in, you mean full tongue in. The pleasure from that alone was heavenly, but adding his thumb on your rosy bud gives you pure ecstasy.

It isn’t long before you come undone, for the second time this night.

“You think you’re ready to take me?” Harry questions, his lips still right against you.

“Yes, fuck. Please,” you beg. You want this more than anything, you’re ready to get on your knees. If only you had known how good it felt to come undone, you would’ve gotten off with Harry a while ago. You can only imagine how it feels to have him inside of you.

You know it will hurt, but you’re confident that Harry will distract you and make it feel good. Or as good as it can get for the first time. He looks at you for confirmation one last time and you nod back, of course. With that, he squeezes his eyes for one long moment, as if he’s trying to find control somewhere deep inside of himself. Once he finds it, he opens them again and reaches into his dresser for what you presume to be a condom.

As he takes off his skin tight jeans, you ponder why he had condoms. You’re happy he does, because you know you wouldn’t be able to wait, but why? Was he expecting this to happen? Was he with someone else? You can’t stand the thought of that, so you instead bring your attention to the prominent bulge that is now visible that his jeans are off. All that’s left are his boxers. He smirks at your reaction to his hard-on and shimmies out of his boxers.

And god, his boxers really didn’t do him justice, because he’s fucking huge. “Fuck, Harry, will that even fit in me?” you ask incredulously.

He let’s out a deep chuckle from the bottom of his throat, “We’ll make it work. I promise,”

Harry lets you ponder this for a bit before asking if you want to put the condom on him. You say yes and wrap his crown in the rubber.

With that done, he lays you back down in your position from earlier and rests himself atop. “This is gonna hurt, you know. But I’ll do my best to make it good, alright?”

“Sounds good…  I love you,” you smile up to him. He grins back down, “I love you too, beautiful.”

He eases the thick head in, slowly and almost torturing.  “You okay, moppet?” He asks once he sees your face scrunch up in pain. “Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to this, I never wanted to hurt yeh,”

“No--no! Harry! J-just give me a second, I’ll tell you when to move, okay?” you respond back before he can finish rambling. He gives you what you ask of him, and keeps himself still, only halfway in.

Once you feel like you’ll be able to handle it, you tell him shakily. “Sure?”

“Yep.”

He pushes himself in the rest of the way and cringes as he sees your pain. “That’s the worst part, I promise,” he kisses the crinkles in your forehead.

You give his arm that resting besides you a tight squeeze as a signal to keep going and that he does, lifting his adonis like body back up, his enormous cock almost fully out of you, before thrusting his way back in.

He keeps a slow and steady pace and this is enough to satisfy the both of you. “God, you’re tighter than I imagined. So fucking perfect,” he whispers.

“Perfect for you. Only you,” you moan out right as he brings himself back into you again, hitting a certain g-spot.

“That's my girl.” he mutters into your ear, “Imma finish soon, can’t hold up too much longer baby, that’s how good yeh are.”

His soft thrusts turn into harsher slams as you adjust to him.

You begin whimpering his name like a sad puppy, the feeling of him suddenly heavenly. The pain from before is replaced by pure pleasure.

Harry begins to become sloppy as time goes on, slowly losing himself to the feeling of you. He makes up for it with his hands though, swirling around your clit.

“There we go,” he smirks because he’s got you just about ready to come, for the third time this night.

Before you know it, you’re laying beside him and he’s taken off the protection filled with his jizz.

“I love you baby, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Harry cups your face as he mutters these words.

You soak his words up like they’re your lifeline and kiss him because he is your lifeline.

[mina-mauveine]

😏 ?Bites and teeth? 😏

Continued from my Virgin! tag

Her claws grip into your ass, aiding your pursuit of friction.

“F-uck.”

She laughs, amused as she licks her tongue against your cheek. You turn and almost manage to bite your teeth into the playful muscle.

“So testy, my pet.”

You’re whining, fucking crying for release and she’s just-

“Hush,” she pushes at your body till you’re on your back once more, “I’ll make it all better.”

She mouths at the rabbiting beat in your neck, kisses and licks at the sweat that cools on your burning skin. She spends a glorious amount of time on your breast and seem intent to stay there until you grab her horns and just shove.

You earn a growl, but she moves. When you tighten your hold she snaps her teeth into your hip. You can’t help but move, jump at the sudden bite, tearing your own flesh on her sharp incisors and making your blood pour into her mouth.

Nadia freezes, immediately tearing free from your grip.

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Grrrrrinding? please? pretty please? (I really love your writing! it's super. it's just hitting all these right spots I didn't know i have or had or I don't know I just keep going back to read them again and again and just ahhhh. thx for all your hard work!!)

Continued from my virgin! tag

She’s calling your name, but there’s nothing that can overcome the rushing thrum of your heart beat.

You grind against her thigh, your clit hitting just right against the soft expanse of her skin.

Her tail wraps around her leg, encouraging you closer so she too can gain some friction. At the feel of her molten warmth you fall forward into her arms.

“You’re rather excitable today.” Her words are teasing, but her tone is slow and sultry.

You’ve left a dripping mess behind and being pulled free from earning friction is just maddening.

“You’re shaking.” Nadia coaxes you to her side, and before you can convince her you’re ready to continue she has her talons behind your knee, hefting your leg up so she can slot her thigh between yours.

You don’t need any encouragement to pick up the earlier motions.

Your rhythm is erratic.

Quick with each jolt down, but getting close to Nadia’s heat makes you linger. You want to stay against her, catalogue how it feels to make The Devil sweat and glisten. 

You want to hold close, draw out this pleasure, but the incessant and all consuming heat that has soaked through every part of you demands for more.

Your arms wrap around her strong back as you place your blushing face against her bosom. Your breathing becomes haggard with each frustrated grind. You’re infused with a surreal need, sun stroked and mindless under the permanent light and Nadia’s encouraging words and touch.