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reveluving · 1 year

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a little more love ; peter hale x reader x deucalion

summary: when two of the most fearsome werewolves do whatever they can to convince their beloved to cancel dinner night with the pups.

warnings: loads of kisses, hugs and but no s~mut. not yet, at least (still, minors DNI!), very cheesy ngl; peter & deuc just really love their vampire wifey <3

a/n: omg a debut?? s/o to @fanficimagery; their Peter fics + others are the reasons why I wrote this—awakening another wild side of of mine to the point of no return (affectionately) 😭 I got another one in the making tho, trust! love y’all and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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'Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight.' ;

The sound of blackbirds chirping outside your window was enough to wake you up from your slumber. You stirred but could barely move with the arm around you and pulling you close. Their chest rose and fell at a pace so relaxing, so comforting, it could've lulled you back to sleep right away.

"Did you sleep well?" You shivered at the voice, deep and barely awake, forcing you to crack one eye open. You craned your neck, welcoming the very sight of the man holding you dearly. You hummed, eliciting a chuckle out of him as you nuzzled into him.

"You're so comfy." You murmured, the silky sheets against your skin would've been more than enough to chain you to bed for another hour or two.

Too bad you had other plans.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" You blinked, noticing the hues ranging from orange to pink coming from the window, an indication that sunset was nearing faster than you had anticipated.

"You looked so peaceful." Deuc responded casually as if you hadn't promised the pack dinner night, which was happening in two hours.

"I didn't even hear the alarm." You blindly took your phone on the nightstand, finding it impossible for you to sleep through one in the first place.

But, Deuc's sudden lack of response told you everything you needed to know.

So, you placed your phone away before turning to him.

"Deuc," He hummed, "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"No?"

"Deuc!"

He barely opened his eyes to look at you before huffing out a 'yes'.

"Can't we just order takeout?"

"Even they can do that from their own home," You grinned, poking his cheek, "And you know no one delivers to this side of the road past seven."

"Then we could always just order now and ask one of them to pick it up later," He was hell-bent on making you stay, the offer especially enticing when he pulled the covers over you with him, "Or better yet, ask him to pick it up and make himself useful for once."

You snorted, only to jump when fingers lightly traced your spine.

"Hey," You admonished lightly, "Behave."

"You can't expect a man to behave when he has such beauty in his arms." He slipped his hand under the blanket, "Come on, all you have to do is cancel it, and we'll make sure to take such good care of you."

You whined, squirming in his arms as though you were fighting your inner demons before sitting up, but not before covering your bare chest with the blanket.

"Nice try, handsome, but I’m not falling for your tricks." You pointed directly at his nose, only to sputter when he countered your sudden determination by nipping the tip of your index finger.

"Angel, you always do," Touché, "The pups can fend for themselves for another day, can't they?"

"Deuc," You sighed shaking your head in amusement; you could never get mad at him. You turned your head a little, kissing his palm before caressing his cheek with your free hand, "I haven't seen them for over a week, God knows whether or not they've taken care of themselves since. It's only for a couple of hours, I promise."

Deuc narrowed his eyes at you, trying not to give in to your puppy eyes.

But he knew better.

He let his head fall to the pillow, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Alright, alright," You perked up, only to be caught off guard when he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you down to him for a heated kiss, taking your breath away as his tongue lightly ran across the tip of your fangs. Your whimpers only motivated him to take back his own words and never let you leave the bed, but he loved you too much to say no.

He pulled away, satisfied with the way you looked back at him with wide eyes.

"You didn't think I'd expect some sort of return if I'm going to have to keep my hands to myself for a few hours?"

Puffing up your cheeks in embarrassment, you were barely able to maintain eye contact as intense as his before giving him a quick peck at the lips.

"Angel," He chuckled, "If that's the kind of payment you're planning to give, I'd expect at least a couple more."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Very much," He responded nonchalantly as though he wasn't practically basking in your reactions, "In fact, I could wake up to this every day."

There was no point arguing with this man, not especially when you had dinner to whip up in under two hours. So, you took a deep breath, lowering yourself for a proper kiss. Deuc was eager, that much was clear as he chased after your lips, keeping you still with one hand on the back of your head.

He shivered as you lightly ran your nails down his chest, slowly pulling away before letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Much better."

It had taken Deuc exactly a good half an hour to get his fill of you before begrudgingly letting you go to take a shower, promising to help you out right after.

You, on the other hand, have been at it in the kitchen for an hour, seasoning your stroganoff before moving on with the dessert.

Just then, you froze, feeling a pair of eyes from the living room watching your every move. You slowly placed the bowl of unwhipped cream onto the counter, hoping to look as neutral as possible. The presence, however, had seen right through you, because as soon as you faced the entrance to the foyer, you felt their warm breath against your neck before they spun you around. You yelped, feeling yourself fall backwards despite their hands securely holding onto your hips.

Your hands shot up to their back, one around his neck and the other gripping the back of their shirt. Had it been anyone else, other than Deuc, you would've instinctively torn their throat out even before they could even put their hands on you.

But, this was Peter you were talking about.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

‘You've got to be kidding me.’

"Jesus, Hale," He was clearly proud of himself, the debonair smile on his face especially growing when you released the grip on his shirt in favour of covering a part of your face, thoroughly embarrassed, "That is by far the worst line I've ever heard, coming from you."

"Oh, I know," He shrugged, leaning in closer, "But it's worth seeing that pretty face of yours scrunch up like that."

He pressed his lips against yours before you could even respond with a snarky remark, pulling away just as fast in favour of the adorable stupefied look you always had each time he or Deuc had taken you by surprise.

"But it does smell good in here." He brought up back up from the dip before taking a good whiff of your homemade gravy in the pot.

"Only the best for the best," You mused, hearing him purr in agreement for a moment before adding, "Oh, and for you too, I guess."

He was speechless, to say the least. At least for a while.

"Why, you," He didn't even give you the time to turn away before he attacked your neck and collarbone with wet kisses, the exaggerated sounds of his smooches growing louder the more you cried out to him to stop.

He did, eventually, but he made sure he gave you enough to sag in his arms, resting against him for a moment as he mumbled against your cold skin.

"Would be nice if we had the night to ourselves." Oh. You covered your face yet again, now with both of your hands.

"Not you too," You felt the chuckle vibrating through him, "You and Deuc planned this, didn't you?"

"Depends," He drawled, clearly feigning ignorance, "Is it working?"

Fuck yeah, it is.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that."

Big mistake.

Your mouth gaped open wide as though you had surprised yourself, knowing he had taken your statement as a challenge when he pursed his lips.

"Challenge accepted."

You squeaked as he pulled you to his chest, one of his hands remained on your hips while raising the other that he intertwined with yours. You were sure his eyes had dilated, enjoying the way you bashfully look up at him through your lashes, gasping as soon as his hand crept up past the hem of your shirt.

"Peter," You giggled nervously, "Where is that hand going?"

He hummed.

"Places."

Just then, he switched directions, sliding further down before moving under the waistband of your shorts.

"Places where I'd want to touch," Down, "To kiss," Up, "To lick," Down, "To nibble on."

Each time his hands move, no matter where they ended up, all you could do was shiver. He dipped his head, nibbling on your earlobe.

"If and only if my angel says so."

He was seeking your permission—just like Deuc did.

"I want to," Oh? "But later, okay?" Oh. You tried not to giggle as he deflated from your answer, "Especially since the two of you haven't made it any easier for me to say no today."

Not that you'd ever deny these two whatsoever.

"Please?" You cupped his face, thinking through your next words before mumbling, "Just hold on for a few hours and I'm all yours and Deuc's."

His eyes dilated from the mere promise, holding onto both of your hands and pulling you in to capture your lips with his. It was as deep and passionate as the one you had with Deuc, your legs nearly buckled if it wasn't for his quick reflex.

"Pretty girl, you'll be the death of me."

The audacity.

"Oh, like you're any better," You rolled your eyes playfully, "Now, you either help me with the potatoes or take these plates and march out to the dining room."

He opted for the potatoes, occasionally leaving kisses on your shoulders and nearly causing you to burn the caramel sauce that you were making to pair with your homemade ice cream.

Deuc came down to the kitchen a little while later, only to shoot a glare at Peter for putting him on dishes duty. You saw the way Peter smirked as Deuc stalked out, dropping his expression to a barely innocent kind when he noticed you watching him.

"A grump, let me tell you," Peter commented, not bothering to lower his voice and earning himself a growl from the other room. You silently giggled before pushing him lightly.

Quarter past seven, and you walked out to serve the big pot of stroganoff and a whole bunch of sides in the dining room, where Deuc had just finished wiping the last cutlery. As soon as he did, he wrapped one arm around you, resting his head against your tummy. You could tell he was a little miffed over the petty arrangement, so you leaned in and kissed the crown of his head a couple of times, drawing a soft laugh from him.

No doubt Peter had seen you trying to cheer Deuc up and would probably cage you in his arms until you do the same for him.

A couple of hugs and hundreds more kisses later, the pack finally arrived, their exhaustion from surviving the week palpable as they greeted you with hugs or the Hale's exchanging meaningful pleasantries with you.

Deuc and Peter watched as your face continued to light up, from scooping a generous portion of noodles and stroganoff to listening to each and every one of them about the rough week they all had. Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight. This dinner was your idea, after all, treating the pack with the endless amount of love you had to offer. They only helped you out, though they'd gladly accept your gratitude at any given moment.

You were not blind to the looks they gave you either, so soft, even you didn't think they were capable of such emotion. You've either looked away or rushed out to the kitchen to 'top up the necessary' as a poor excuse to shy away from their gazes.

Soon, things began to calm down, and you shooed the pack to the living room, but not before being bombarded by offers to do the dishes. You gave in, eventually, and as soon as the final plate was washed, you pointed to the living room, much to everyone’s amusement.

Besides Deuc and Peter, who were helping you with the leftovers, everyone else started doing their own thing in the meantime; Scott, Stiles and Lydia were already lying on your rug, Malia and Kira were looking at your bookshelf, ranging from interesting novels with odd titles to the fishbowl of Marimo moss balls, because you wanted a ‘pet’ that ‘understood you best’.

None of the pack understood you till this day, not until Kira pointed out that Marimo moss balls survived best in low light, and you heard the rest of the pack answer with a collective ‘ooh’.

Derek, just like his cousin, had been doing the same, but from the comforts of the couch he was lounging on instead. Though he was the only one on his own, he seemed to be at peace, the deep wrinkles usually etched in between his eyebrows nowhere to be seen as dinner finally caught up to him. All in all, everyone was looking and feeling much better when they first arrived, but you couldn’t blame them. They were carrying responsibilities that were thrice as heavy as an average teenager.

Basically, you were glad to see them finally taking a load off.

The relief you were practically giving off to both Peter and Deuc was endearing, seeing your unfaltering smile despite the way your sensitive nose scrunched up a couple of times as you scooped the gravy into a container.

“You were right, angel,” Deuc was the first to speak up since the comfortable silence, “This dinner night was worth it.”

“Really?” The shine in your eyes was enough of a solid answer, “What changed?”

“That,” You tilted your head, “That pretty smile of yours.”

You mustered up a nervous smile, peeping out a small ‘oh’ before continuing with the leftovers.

At least, you tried to.

“No, no,” Peter came up behind you, intertwining his fingers with yours, “What did we say about hiding your smile?”

You peered up at Deuc, who nodded you encouragingly.

“That it only encourages you two to make me smile even more.” You whispered just enough for them to hear, trying your hardest to look elsewhere as they praised you with a simultaneous ‘atta girl’. Peter raised your laced hands, kissing the back of yours while Deuc took the other and did the same.

And just to spite you in the best way possible, they kissed either of your cheek, Deuc taking your left whereas Peter on your right.

But before they could melt you further, you heard an ‘oop’, followed by Lydia’s ‘Stiles!’ before she dragged him off. The poor boy had accidentally seen the tooth-rotting display at its peak, especially between his former nemeses and his godmother. It didn’t bother them in the slightest though. They turned to you, only to see your wide-eyed mortification. You could’ve really traumatized him or anyone else for that matter, had Stiles’ interruption not happened, and you had no doubt these two could care less in favour of devouring you in the kitchen.

Shameless.

But you loved them anyway.

That still didn’t stop you from glaring at the two, at least you tried to, losing your composure when they both ganged up on you with their knowing smirk—a telltale that they haven’t forgotten about your promise.

They eventually put you out of your misery, but their lingering touches had only been amped up to the max, letting you know that they were growing impatient to have you.

And the second the pack leaves, boy, were you in for the night.

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gothicbabydollz · 1 year

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I’m not above begging for soft mommy mor 🙏🏻🙌🏻 or just sexy soft dom mor

or just mor in general :)

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Pairings: Mor x f!reader

Warnings: smut, mentions of oral, scissoring, mommy kink, sub/dom dynamics, bottom!reader, top!mor, make outs

Summary: Midnights spend with Mor…

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: i’m so gay omg

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Remainders of intimacy cling to soft skin. Lips glisten in the bright moonlight. Breathless pants engulf the room in a comfortable silence. And a tongue swipes, seeking out the final taste.

“You taste fucking amazing, sweetie,” Mor chuckles, littering kisses up your thigh, moving to sit back on her knees. She watches as your forearm splays over your face. Half covering the bashful look overtaking your features. “Don’t hide!” she playfully scolds, crawling over your naked body. Slotting between your legs. She bats your arm away as you mumble, “M’not.” Mor’s elbows rest on either side of your head, slender fingers sliding into your hair. She gently scratches your scalp, making you want to purr as tilts you to look at her face, which hovers closely above yours. “No?” The way she’s looking at you, eyes glazed with a mix of adoration and love, urges you to sink into submission. Feeling so safe and loved beneath her, you wish you stay like this forever.

Kissing Mor gives you an idea of what paradise feels like. Her lips are addicting, so soft and warm, it’s more than easy to get lost in the feeling of them against your own. Your head drops back onto the pillow after the first, your mouth tingling as if her lips were still on you. Mor smiles widely, admiring your face for a moment before chasing you. Her mouth captures your own, and she lets her body weight rest atop you. She suckles your bottom lip into her mouth, teeth gently biting down to drag a soft sound from your throat. Mor reciprocates the noise, tongue soothing over where she bit until she’s slipping past your lips and brushing her tongue against yours. Tasting the faint essence of yourself on her tongue, you flush, hands finding her waist as to pull her impossibly closer. Mor takes control of the kiss, and you gladly let her consume your mouth, guiding the pace that your tongue meets hers. Your hands slip underneath the silk top she has on, sliding slowly up her back. A gasp passes from Mor’s mouth and into your own. Your hands cold on her skin. “Off,” she mumbles.

Taking the hem of her top in your grasp, you begin to push the material up her body. Mor lifts, helping you pull it over her head and toss the fabric to the side. Her breaths are heavier now. Louder. A sign of her growing arousal. She leans back down, skin on skin, breasts pressing against yours. Her fingers find your jaw, softly pushing your head to the side so she has access to your pretty neck, littered with forming bruises from when she had her mouth on you earlier. She had sucked and bitten at your clear skin, had taken her time working her way down until she’d found home between your thighs. She’s gentler now. Laying light kisses over the marks, careful not press too hard. Mor flattens her tongue against your skin, licking from the base of your throat and up to your ear. The sensation makes you shiver, moaning out.

Mor groans, “Those sounds of yours,” she cups your face, making you look at her once again, “Makes me wanna fuck you so bad.” Her words shoot straight to your core, pulsing in response. Swallowing thickly, your eyes close, head leaning back, pushing into the pillows. You can feel her breath fanning over your ear, keeping your senses on edge. “Can I fuck you, sweet girl? Think you can take some more, hm?”

You nod, desperate and needy for her to touch you again. You swear just one look from Morrigan makes you want to spread your legs. “Words, sweetie. Need to hear you say it, okay?” Her thumb rubs circles over your cheek, trailing down to trace your lips. Your eyes blink open and find hers. “I want you to fuck me…please.”

The tension is thick as Mor moves, she says nothing yet her eyes have your heart pounding in anticipation. She teases you, biting her lip as her hands travel to her round, perky breasts. The moonlight shining through the open curtains casts a glow over her, highlighting each curve and crevice across her body. She plays with her taut nipples while you watch, gasping softly when she tweaks her buds. You almost feel jealous, wishing your mouth were her fingers. Which are now dragging down her stomach and hooking into her panties. Mor slips the lacey material off painfully slow, winding you up further. Your clit is throbbing, begging for attention. Yet you keep your hands by your side, instead tugging mindlessly at the sheets. You catch sight of the glistening slick coating Mor’s heat and inner thighs as she straddles your right leg. “Mhm, that’s all for you, sweet girl. You always get me so wet,” She tells you, whilst manoeuvring your other leg to wrap around her waist.

You practically yelp when Mor presses her cunt against yours, overly sensitive from your past orgasm and your need for more. Mor soothes you, gently squeezing your thigh, “It’s okay, I’ve got you, sweetie. Mommy’s got you.” She winds her hips, clit rubbing over yours. Loud moans escape both of your throats at the feeling of your warms and wet cunts grinding against each other. Your head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as whines slip past your lips with each roll of Mor’s thrusts. Euphoria flows around your body, making your head feel fuzzy with all the pleasure coursing through you.

“Look at me- look at me, sweetie.” You do, forcing yourself to look up at Mor. “Good girl, stay with me, okay? I want you watch as I fuck you, sweetheart.” You reach for her as she continues to bury her cunt into yours, clits massaging each other’s, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of you. One hand finds Mor’s thigh, your nails digging into her skin as you grasp onto her. The other links with her own hand, fingers interlocking as she helps you stay grounded.

“Shit, mommy,” you whimper pathetically, hips bucking upwards when Mor’s clit bumps against your just right. Broken moans and pitchy gasps tumble from Mor’s parted lips, she’s looking down, watching how her messy cunt slides against yours. Slotting together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. “Love your little pussy so much, sweetie. Feel so good against me.”

Feeling your climax bubbling inside your belly, you desperately seek out more friction. You begin grinding your hips up to meet her thrusts, humping her cunt with your own. Mor moans, meeting your gaze, her eyes are blown out, clouded with arousal. “That’s my girl, you wanna cum, huh?” She asks with a husky, lust filled voice. “Wan- want to cum,” You breathe out, barely able to form words as the coil winds painfully tight, pushing you closer to the edge. The wet sounds of your cunts are loud enough to fill the entire room, each thrust producing a vulgar squelching noise. “You hear that, sweet girl? So fucking wet,” Mor sobs, drawing dangerously close to her own orgasm. She gasps, her clit bumping against yours over and over. Your thighs are staring to tremble as you tiptoe on the edge of release. “Let go, need you to let go. C’mon, cum for mommy,” Mor sounds as though she’s begging, hungry for you to climax against her cunt.

Her desperation sends you over the edge, climaxing through near silent whimpers. Your nails are surely leaving indents due to how hard you’re squeezing her thigh. The feelings soaring through your nerves are overwhelming, every through inside your head vanishes as pleasure fills up the space. Your clit pulses against Mor’s and she follows shortly after you. Her orgasm louder than your own, she mewls your name, hips jolting as she soon becomes overstimulated. Although, that doesn’t stop her from thrusting her cunt into yours, wanting to ride out both your climaxes despite your joint quivering.

Mor eventually slumps down next to you, panting as she presses her forehead against your temple. She kisses your cheek, “Fuck…you okay?” Mor asks, reaching to cup your hot cheek. You nod your head whilst turning to look at her, “Yeah. Are you?” You’re still trying to catch your breath, your eyes feeling droopy from the intense pleasure still lingering.

She smiles, “I’m good, sweet girl,” her hand leaves your face and dips between your legs to lightly pat your slick cunt, “She tired me out is all.” The sudden stimulations pulls a whine from you, thighs closing quickly. “Shh, sorry. M’sorry,” Mor chuckles breathlessly, wrapping herself around you, legs intertwining until you both are comfy.

You lay this way for a while, eyes closed and content in each other’s arms. “Wish we could stay like this forever,” You whisper into the darkness, the moon now concealed behind heavy clouds. Mor’s fingers dancing up and down your thigh is the only sign that she’s still awake, she whispers back, “I know, sweetheart. I want that too.”

#mor smut #mor x reader #mor x reader smut #morrigan x reader #morrigan smut #morrigan x reader smut #acomaf morrigan #mor acotar #a court of thorns and roses #morrigan smut acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #mor x you #acotar smut #mor x emerie

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sapphoschoices · 26 days

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Sooo.. why can't we romance her again?

#playchoices #choices stories you play #open heart choices #open heart #aurora emery #aurora x mc #own post

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gamarancianne · 5 months

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Acotar masterlist :

Azriel

In Between part 1, part 2, part 3

Helion

Always yours never mine part 1

Coming soon... just ask me :)

#acotar x reader #acotar x you #acotar #azriel x reader #rhysand x reader #cassian x reader #lucien x reader #eris x reader #helion x reader #elain x reader #feyre x reader #nesta x reader #mor x reader #emerie x reader

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queenofspades6 · 2 months

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Proposition for a new title for Episode 10 of The Bad Batch: The calm before the storm.

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lover-also-fighter-also · 3 days

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Harshith and Aurora using picrew.

#choices #playchoices #pixelberry #choices stories you play #choices stories we play #choices open heart #oc: harshith sharma #harshith x aurora #aurora emery

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cariantha · 9 months

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The Team

My FC is rarely in the spotlight anymore, so I was super excited to find a new and recent photo of her today. It inspired this manip of the Book 3 diagnostics team.

#ethan ramsey #sawyer brooks #tobias carrick #harper emery #open heart #open heart choices #ethan x sawyer #choices open heart #choices stories you play #playchoices #manips

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juststoriesintheend · 30 days

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Unworthy

Pairing: Emerie Karr x Reader

Content: slight angst (but kind of not really), admission of feelings, fluff, 1st kiss, short n sweet

"I wasn't meant to be loved."

It was a simple thing, admitted far into the evening long after your heart had found its way onto your sleeve and your common sense had fled. You'd put too much thought into and hoped she wouldn't put enough in herself, and you let her comfort you with uncertain whisperings and an almost-brush of hands, and you left it at that.

It wasn't meant to be anything more. Yet still the morning came and with it, this strange, frantic conversation that's knocked the breath from your lungs entirely.

"I have often felt the same." She's clutching her datapad to her chest now as she confesses to you, eyes lowered and brows furrowed, her mouth tilted into some small, sad thing. "I have so much to make up for, it seems impossible to atone for, but..."

She stops. Her eyes, so dark and deep, seem to search everything in sight - the floor, the inseam of her boots, the bend of your leg, the lines of your face - until finally, she allows herself to look you in the eye and you see something there that yearns to be free.

"I cannot imagine that you would ever think yourself unworthy."

"Em..."

You want to fight her on this, to push her away as punishment for your own misplaced vulnerability, but those eyes, the way she's watching you. Now's not the time for fighting or for denial.

"I... I have something I need to say, only I'm not sure how to say it."

And the datapad falls away, placed somewhere nearby but ultimately out of sight, so she can take one of your hands in hers. It's the first time, the first real time, that she's chosen to initiate a touch between you, and it sends a thrill down your spine. You don't even dare to dream what she might want to say for fear of it coming true, for fear of it being little more than a wish. For fear that her words could topple you in an instant and you'd be powerless to stop her. But that's just love.

Emerie shifts a little closer. She takes hold of your other hand. Her toes fit into place between your feet. She leans in, so gentle and slow, until her forehead touches yours, and it's then that the curtain of her hair falls over one shoulder; a wave of dark curls that smells like her perfume and the sweetness of orchids.

She breathes in. Then out. Her breath stirs upon your skin, heating the apples of your cheeks and triggering your pulse until its galloping inside you, thrumming and straining as the everything that is her begins to consume you.

"I was alone," she finally says, "for so long. I did things I'm ashamed of now. And all this time, I thought I wasn't meant for anything more than that. You" - and she squeezes both your hands - "have made me feel more alive than, than anything I've done since the day I was taken from my pod."

There's a moment after that. It's fragile and uncertain, but it spans an eternity, warmed only by the sharing of breath and the flush in your cheeks. The air is electric in the wake of this second confession. It's so charged that you can feel it seeping into your bones until it curls up to rest somewhere in your ribcage, just below the place in your heart where Emerie has made her home.

Her breath stutters, she withdraws, glances hesitantly in your direction, and then she kisses you.

If ever there was a defining moment in the universe, this would be it. This awkward fumbling of mouths is almost juvenile, but it's everything. It's beautiful. It's perfect. It's her. It's her scent, her taste, the lingering notes of sweetened caf and caramel, the brush of her hair on your face, the palm of her hand on your cheek as she draws you in, closer, closer, until you're sure you're one being.

"You were meant to be loved," she tells you when she pulls back. Her lips are damp with your saliva and her pupils blown, and she's the loveliest thing you think you've ever seen. "You... are loved."

If she can be brave enough to admit it, then so can you. With your lungs on fire and your heart about to beat out of your chest, you offer your own admission. It's a simple thing, yes, but you mean it more than you've ever meant anything else. You've loved her since you met, even if you didn't know it, even if the words weren't there. Your heart had always known.

From now own, she's the only thing it will ever know.

#emerie karr x reader #emerie karr #tbb emerie #emerie karr x you #star wars #tbb #x reader #sw x reader #decided to get back into the swing of things with a tiny little idea #who doesn't want a love confession from the most beautiful woman in the galaxy??

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positivewitch · 7 months

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romanticatheartt · 1 month

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your headcanons for Emorie?

ps: I really love them too🥹

Note: apologize to anon for taking long to answer them I'm so busy this semester :')

They're so precious to me😭❤️‍🩹 Both Mor and Em deserve something special and I think they can have that with each other<3

So here's my headcanon for these two (both as a couple and as characters):

So let's start with them being mates. Yes they're mates, I refuse anything else!! The author describes the bond as a blessing, as a deeper connection and her couples are mostly mates because she want them to have it all. So I won't tolerate anyone whining about so many mated couples. If you don't like it, don't read it simple as that. (sorry I got heated because this always annoys me lol)

They're a power couple. Mor is a very skilled worrier and before she came of age everyone could feel she's more powerful than the rest and above all, she's NC's third in command. Emerie is the first Illyrian female that is Carynthian and on top of that a Valkyrie.

In acosf, when the Valkyries were making friendship bracelet, Emerie uses green, purple and gold. Siphons have red, blue and green stones and I think Emerie is going to have green siphons. 5 of them to be exact.

And the gold can be a hint at Mor's hair color...

She's also going to have Illyrian tattoos.

Their mating vow is going to be some sort of bargain that is going to appear on the ring finger<3

Mor will try to find a way to heal Emerie's wigs since she's traveling through continent.

And when they're healed, Em will always takes her flying at night.

They're both so possessive but Mor is not subtle at all!

There's this one time an Illyrian male dares to get close to her to insult her in her face. Em is calm and doesn't react but when he abruptly stops talking, she can't help the smirk appearing on her lips.

Because her fierce mate is putting a sword on the idiot's throat and is that blood? yup it is

Emerie is taller than Mor but she's very shy & calm and Mor is her sunshine and energetic mate. Their dynamic has an undertone of sub/dom and we all know who's gonna be who!

At first Emerie is crushing so hard on Morrigan and she's oblivious but she'll catch up slowly.

Since Mor said she likes to join the Valkyries training these two are always in pairs. Mor teaches Em some of her skills and it involves so many touching and Em is so hot and bothered all the time because her crush is touching her elbow and waist!!

In acowar Feyre is so excited to be the matchmaker for Mor so imagine her surprise whenever Mor is talking about her training with the Valkyries, she mostly talks about Nesta's friend and she gets curious.

So she joins the training one day and observes the thing that's going on between these two and realizes she's not the only one, Nesta is sensing somethings too. So she gets to know she has a clothing shop...

She's like:

fey: OMG you don't have any Illyrian leather to wear to training? mor: I literally have several at my house. fey: No you don't, they're burned. Nyx was trying his autumn power and he burned them all. teehee :D nyx: *looking all confused while sucking his tumb* fey: You should totally visit Emerie's shop!! em: *blushing so hard* nes: *face palm*

She's going to be a menace like her mate. She's not that subtle like him tho lmao.

Their first kiss is going to be in the said shop. While Emerie is trying to help her with the ties of her gear.

When Em is not looking, Mor sees her in the mirror and for the first time notices how beautiful she is. Her glowing skin, how the sunlight is shining on her wavy hair and most of all her fulll lips. She also notices her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

She's the most beautiful female she has ever seen.

She's so overwhelmed and feels like if she doesn't kiss her right this second she'll compost. So she does.

And for both feels like the sunshine finally revealing herself to their world.

From there, their dynamic is full of teasing and flirting from Mor and blushing from Emerie.

They don't jump into a relationship. There's much to healing and mending for both of them but they'll get there eventually. (I'm not gonna bring the angst here this is just fluff!)

Recognizing their bond isn't a grand, big thing. One night they're at Rita and Mor is dancing on the dance floor and Em is looking at her from the corner of the bar.

Mor senses her burning stare and when they lock eyes, they know...

Feyre will be the one who plans their mating ceremony with the help of Nesta and Gwyn.

She always gloat about how she was the one who pushed them together and she claims it as her biggest success.

Mor might've teased her like the rest of IC if it wasn't true. If Feyre wasn't the one who burned her clothes (LMAO) it might've took them longer to reach where they are.

They would've found their way to each other nonetheless because they both feel that it was inevitable. They were destined to find one another.

They're going to be famous. The Morrigan, who fought two war (probably more at that stage of the book) and The very first female, who has the title of Carynthian...

Please if you have any other headcanon, you can share it with me<3

#Did you all know people been shipping them since acofas?#and they're not even in one scene together?#THEIR POWER OMG #even after acosf Em just sees her from afar!!!#that's the chemistry we're talking about...#emorie #emorie headcanon #morrigan #the morrigan #pro morrigan #emerie #emerie of illyria #mor x emerie #feyre archeron #y'all know I'll bring feyre's nice ass anywhere lol #valkyries acosf #nesta archeron #gwyneth berdara #acotar headcanons

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just a nip ; peter hale x reader x deucalion

summary: you don't understand your husbands' obsession with your fangs, and you most certainly don't question it.

warnings: some s~mut (kinky husbands, so minors DNI!) + soft & sweet!

a/n: more of our fav canine duo and their vamp wife! had this lil' idea for MONTHS so I had to let it out eventually hhhh don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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» smut includes; kinky soft dom husbands, unprotected sex (p in v), petnames ('pretty girl', 'sweetheart', 'angel'), mentions of making a facial mess, mild edging & punishment??

'A sight that they will forever treasure.' ;

Their obsession with your fangs goes beyond your expectation but for different reasons. Peter likes the surprised look on your face whenever he sticks his finger in your mouth as you yawn the way an owner would to their cat. Whether you’re in a jolly mood or going through your worst day so far, you can’t help but share the amusement he has for his habit. Deuc, on the other hand, is no stranger to doing the same but often, in a more, intimate setting. If you happened to be riding his cock? Oh, it riles him up like no other. He’ll be straight-up kinky; shoving a finger or two in your mouth to lightly run them across your little canines. He’d be smug, especially if you’re staring back into his eyes as yours glow unnaturally, wishing you could wipe the smirk off his face.

That’s not to say they’re not in the mood to switch; Deuc loves seeing your pupils contract into slits as he teases you about your cat-like behaviour the same way Peter enjoys feeling your fangs when you go to town between the sheets, but you can tell they have their own preference over the other.

But there is one in particular that despite never admitting it, not especially amongst each other (at least, not outwardly) is ingrained in their heads, a sight that they will forever treasure.

They have a love-hate relationship with the way you bite down on the pillow/sheets, almost shying away from one's heated gaze and obscene praises while the other growls in your ear as they pound into you from behind.

"Such a pretty, pretty girl."

"Aw, was that a little shiver I felt? You love it when I growl in your ear, don't you?"

"Don't close your eyes, sweetheart. I want those pretty eyes in me when I cum all over your face."

"You better not cum just yet, angel. You remember what happened the last time when you came without our permission, don't you?"

On one hand, they get off on the fact that the usually level-headed and sometimes bashful mother of the pack is losing herself in the sheer pleasure that only they can offer, but on the other hand, they wish to hear you scream at their mercy. Either way, they just loved how submissive you looked.

Absolute menaces.

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a/n: I hope my ian/gideon enthusiasts are doing fabulous, y'all better take care, ily! 🫂❤

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