Annie

I always say that I didn’t choose being a fangirl, fangirling has chosen me.

And that’s simply it, I’m just a short fangirl.

In this blog I’m basically thirsting over mostly actors and their characters that are old enough to be my fathers.

All fantasies are welcome here, feel free to write me and we can talk.

Currently thirsting over Niall Horan

“Yes, sir, your daughter will be home at 8 o’clock.”

To:

“Your daughter calls me daddy too.” within seconds

Niall Horan:

Truth or Dare

Henry Cavill:

Deal With It | Walter Marshall

Maid Of Honour | Charles Brandon

Prefereces (Star Wars):

Your favourite Disney song

I'm going to hell for this. and I'll enjoy it. I hope ya'll will enjoy it as well.

warnings: smut AF!

"Okay, truth or dare, Darlin'?" Your boyfriend Niall asked for like tenth time tonight. 

"I take truth." Your boyfriend smiles coquettishly. 

"Alright then tell me, what's the weirdest thing you have a crush on. Like what's your biggest hear me out."

You take some time to think although you don't need any. You know exactly, what you're about to say. 

"I'll go with your lavender trousers." You smiled innocently. Your man just gasped. 

"I didn't see that coming."

"I mean, I'm not the only one. You broke the internet with them, Hun."

"I know, but you're the only one I care 'bout." He leaned to peck you lips.

"My turn." You smirked." Truth or dare?"

"Truth."This time you had to think for a moment but then you smiled.

"Tell me, My Love, your dirtiest fantasy you have." You bit your lower lip. You were quite excited to know this dirty secret of his.

"There're too many, Darlin'." He said evasively, not looking into your eyes.

"Just tell me one. Maybe there is something I can do with it." He took a deep breath.

"Well, maybe there's one I can share with you." He took another deep breath. "I'd love to see you riding my thigh while I do something ordinary like answering e-mails or playin' the guitar." You bit your lip once again.

"I didn't see that coming, I think I can do something with it though. I'll keep it in mind 'till you'll be overworking yourself as you do."

***

It was like five weeks since your truth or dare night. Since you came home from work you were just kicking around the house doing nothing important 'cause you didn't want to disturb Niall, who was working on his computer in the living room. But then, you remembered the night. You ran to your bedroom and changed into one of his white shirts, which was always a big turn on for him, and pastel blue panties you thought he might like. You redone your messy bun, rolled up your sleeves and went downstairs. 

You leaned over the doorframe and watched your handsome boyfriend's concentrated expression, typing something to his laptop. 

"Hi darlin'." You said quietly.

"Hello,... Petal." He swallowed as he saw you. "what're ya 'bout?" He asked suspiciously.

"I was just wonderin'," You smiled innocently as you walked to him and sat next to him, "for how long you will be workin', 'cause I'm a bit bored and I'm craving your touch." You looked him through your eyelashes. 

"I must finish this, so at least an hour to go, Love. And then I'm all yours." He pecked you lips and continued working. You saw he was writing some verses so nothing with a deadline, he was just inspired so you took advantage of it. You leaned to his thigh and sat comfortably. You moved yourself on his thigh and moaned softly. He looked at you immediately, lust in his periwinkle eyes. 

"Don't be disturbed, Darlin', I'll..." you thrusted against his sweatpants, "just..." another thrust, "make myself " you sped up, "comfortable in... here." the last words you just moaned as you properly rode his thigh and he was trying his best to not look at you, though you knew he's trying his best to stay calm. 

"Oh, dear God, Niall you feel so good." You tilled your head back in pleasure, knowing that you are getting close to your orgasm. Even Niall stopped pretending he's working and stared at you, lustfully, knowing it's just a foreplay and that round two will be his turn to make you scream his name like you did right now. You knew very well what you're doing to him and how hard he must be right now, which made you cum screaming his name as you collapsed to his arms.

"Did I do as you imagined, Darlin'?" You asked trying to catch your breath. 

Pairing: Walter Marshall x reader

A/N: New week, new fantasy. Feel free to send me yours.

XxAnnie

You and Walter were sitting in his living room, though he was home he had some work to do. You were reading a book but you couldn’t concentrate at all. You wanted to spend time with him. He didn’t seem to be aware of your presence so you decided to tease him a bit to let him know that you’re still here and you are really horny after a week you almost haven’t seen him. You just put one leg on the sofa and stretched yourself with a quiet humming.

Walter looked you. Great, you got his attention.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s really distracting.” A bit of lust appeared in his ocean blue eyes. Now he can be yours just by one sentence.

“I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know.”

“You what?” He swallowed.

“You heard. It’s only up to you, how you deal with it.” You bit your lip without breaking your eye contact.

Within seconds you had him on you, kissing your lips passionately.

“You’re gonna get what you want, Darling. And I guarantee you, you won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.” He was whispering to your neck while leaving wet kisses all over. You were stroking his back up and down.

Charles Brandon x Lady of the french queen! Reader

A/N: Hi there, I want to start a new series of fics. Every friday I’ll post a one shot based on a fantasy. You can send me your fantasy with one of Henry Cavill’s characters or Chris Evans’ characters and I’ll make your fantasy onto a one shot. See you next week.

XxAniee

You’ve been at the French court for two years now as the lady of the queen of France. You were born in England though. One day you heard a great news. The king of England will be coming to France to meet king François.

When the day came, you, as the queens maid were invited to the place where the meeting was about to happen. After the years of speaking just French, you’ve been quite scared that you’ve forgotten to speak your mother tongue. In the past two years you’ve only spoken English with the Boleyn sisters, the daughters of the English ambassador in France, Sir Thomas Boleyn.

When you feel bad, you may need some Henry as Walter Marshall.🩷