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archangeldyke-all · 5 months

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Could we possibly get a sev getting strapped for the first time? Possibly masc4masc??🤲🤲

drooling...

men and minors dni

sevika's usually so talkative in bed, whispering dirty words into your ear or praising you as you eat her out. but now, with her legs wrapped around your waist and your strap buried inside her, she's silent.

"you okay?" you ask as you duck down to press a kiss to sevika's gasping lips. she squeaks and nods. you chuckle. "feels good?" you ask.

"'s big." she chokes out. you chuckle and pepper kisses across her face as your hand rubs circles on her clit. one of her hands is gently scratching at the nape of your neck, petting the short hairs, the other is clawing into your back.

"just breathe, baby. i won't move 'til you tell me." you whisper against her lips. she shudders underneath you.

you recommended doggystyle for her first time taking the strap, but she pouted at the thought of not being able to see you. so, to make missionary more comfortable for her, you've propped two pillows under her hips. you spent an hour with your mouth on her cunt, slowly working her up to two fingers, then three. when her cunt started squelching and dripping and pulling your three fingers deeper, you knew she was ready.

you got three inches in before sevika winced. you stopped immediately, and now you're just waiting for her go-ahead, kissing her, playing with her swollen clit and pinching her nipples as she adjusts and relaxes beneath you. sevika's fucked herself with a dildo before, but it's been a long time, and she's never had someone else fuck her like this.

"y-you can--"

you slowly push your hips forward the second she starts talking, and she gasps as two more inches sink inside her. you're almost buried to the hilt, and you shiver as you watch sevika's wet cunt stretch and swallow you up. her pubes are curly and damp, her clit is throbbing-- if it weren't for the fact that this is her first time you'd be pounding into her from the sight. "fuck." you whisper. she squeaks beneath you, her legs clenching around your waist.

"c-can you--"

"yeah, yeah baby, anything." you promise as you start moving your hips, fucking her with slow, shallow thrusts. "fuck, i wish you could see your cunt right now, sev. so perfect, takin me so fuckin' well, honey." you praise. sevika's shivering with each thrust, whining and clawing at your back. "you okay?" you ask again. she nods, biting her lip. you kiss her closed eyelids. "look at me." you whisper.

she opens her eyes. her pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the silver of her irises. there's a blush starting high on her cheeks and ears and rushing all the way down to her chest. you groan at the sight of her, accidentally snapping your hips a little too hard. sevika whimpers, and you open your mouth to apologize only to be cut off by her whispering, "m-more."

that's all you need to hear. you pick up your pace, steadily fucking her as she twitches and shudders underneath you. "so fuckin' cute, sev. who'd'a thought all i needed to do to shut you up was stuff my cock inside'a you?" you ask. sevika gasps at your words, her cunt clenches around your strap so hard you have to thrust harder to push back in. "awe, baby, fuck. i'm never lettin' you top me again. this is it from now on, honey, hope you like bein' a pillow princ-- wah!" you yelp as sevika quickly flips the two of you, pinning you beneath her with your cock still buried inside her cunt.

you blink up at her, shocked, and she smirks down at you as she starts slowly riding your cock. "shut the fuck up." she says. you moan as both of your hands launch forward to grip her hips and help her ride your dick.

"fuck, sev, look at you." you whisper as you watch sevika slowly rock up and down on your strap. her cunt's drooling, a small puddle forming on your thighs as her cum slides down your strap on. "so pretty, baby." you say. one of sevika's hands comes down to grip yours on her hip, and she plants the other in the center of your chest for better leverage.

"shut-- ah, fuck-- shut up." she growls as she continues to ride you. you giggle up at her.

"or what, baby? gonna cum?" you tease. she squeaks and her eyes slam shut. you bring your free hand up to tug at her nipples, chuckling as her pace gets faster and harder. "fuckin' can't believe you. 'm supposed to be takin' care of you and now you're riding me like a pro. 's not fair." sevika's thighs start to shake and her thrusts get sloppy. she's taking your full length now, slamming her ass down onto your thighs as the head of your dick gently nudges her cervix.

"shhhhu--"

"shut up, i know, but how can you expect me to be quiet when i gotta beautiful woman fuckin' me like a bitch in heat?" sevika gasps, her nails digging into your skin, her eyes glaring into to yours. you giggle. "you're gonna cum, aren't you?" you tease her. she squeaks and you pry your hand away from her tits to start rubbing fast little circles on her slick clit. sevika's head falls forward, and you use her distraction to push her back onto her back, taking back your rightful place between her legs. "cum for me, sev." you whisper against her ear as you start hammering into her.

sevika cums silently-- for the first time since you've known her-- all the words in her head are gone as she squirts around your cock and soaks your thighs. you gasp and laugh in adoration as you continue to fuck her, chasing your own orgasm as she twitches and gasps below you.

sevika's hands grip your ass as she catches her breath, and then she leans up to whisper in your ear. "you better enjoy cummin' inside me, 'cause i'm not lettin' you fuck me again 'til i get you pregnant."

you cum instantaneously.

sevika purrs in satisfaction below you.

the two of you have a blast trying to get you knocked up for the rest of the week. (and after watching the way you fall apart beneath her for what must be the thousandth time, sevika gets jealous and ends her ban, demanding that you fuck her again once she cleans your cum off the strap.)

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut #anon i hope u like this <333 #i hope the masc4masc vibes came thru there weren't many opportunities to discuss reader's appearance in this one but i tried my best

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dandeyrain · 4 months

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i've been rotating the "this doesn't make any sense!" response to boy and the heron in my head and i wonder how much of it comes down to like...the kind of audience that engages with ghibli movies vs the kind of audience that mostly only engages with weird art movies vs the kind of audience that only really engages with blockbusters and marvel movies, and the overlap of those groups in the theater.

because, like, the boy and the heron is far and away more straightforward, from a plot perspective, than a lot of other Weird Extremely Personal Art Movies i've seen and love, but it IS a Weird Extremely Personal Art Movie even so. usually the only people seeing Weird Extremely Personal Art Movies, especially in theaters, are people who like that and expect that and have seen those types of films before and are therefore capable of engaging with them even when things aren't as clear as they'd be in an average blockbuster flick. like, nobody who only cares about Cinema to the extent of marvel movies and MAYBE john wick is going to see beau is afraid, and if they did they wouldn't have the tools to engage with such a dream-logicy movie. it would just be a weird thing that doesnt make sense to them, at least until they worked their media engagement muscles with other weird films. there's a lot of self-selection to the kind of person who usually sees these kind of movies.

while boy and the heron is weirder and more complex than a lot of other ghibli movies, as far as weird art films go it is incredibly, INCREDIBLY straightfoward. every weird plot point is explained very clearly to the audience, very little is up for interpretation from a strictly "what was the plot" point of view. boy loses mother. father remarries and moves the family. boy struggles to contend with grief. boy is pulled into a magical world by an old man who wants to use him. time is weird and fucked up in the magical world, but the movie is going to go out of it's way to highlight who's who and make it clear how the time travel works and the characters' relations to one another. the boy refuses to take over the magical world because he wants to live in the real world with the real people he loves. boy leaves the magical world having learned an important lesson about moving on. but the boy and the heron trusts its audience, doesn't handhold, and expects the audience to engage seriously and with focus to its plot and characters and stories.

a lot of people never watch movies like that! a lot of people are used to uncomplicated superhero movies and romcoms and that's it. the difference is that those people were never going to see beau is afraid, so the discussion about that movie instead comes from people who have the tools to engage with it. but because of the aesthetic-ification of ghibli, a lot of people who don't Do art films but are really into the aesthetics of cute little guys and girls in pretty dresses went to this art film and were confused that it was weird and dream-like and dark and strange and requires more of its audience than just passively watching.

anyway there's nothing wrong with not having the muscles to engage with weird art films, though i do think everyone should challenge themselves with the kind of stuff they watch. there's nothing wrong with preferring simple straightforward uncomplicated plotlines. but it is really interesting seeing people talk about the movie like it's insanely weird and doesnt make any sense meanwhile me and the friends i've chatted with about who DO have experience with this kind of film all feel insane because the movie is SO clear and SO straightforward by the standards we're used to. its just a neat crossover re: the kinds of movie fans that exist

#rain speaking!#does this make sense #its like if this was a live action more or even an animated movie from another studio half this audience would never engage with it because #it is on its face a weird strange art movie about the director working thru smth #but ghibli is as much an Aesthetic (a highly simplified 'cozy' and uncomplicated aesthetic that has very little to do #with the kinds of films ghibli actually makes) as it is a studio so a lot of ppl whod otherwise never touch this type of work #are going to be in theaters for it #WHICH IS GOOD!! i hope watching it inspires those folks to engage w more weird shit #sorry for the beau is afraid comparison they rly have very little in common it was just the first thing that came to me #when i was thinking abt other weird highly personal art films made by directors who are clearly #expecting the audience to have a really solid base under them re: their ability to engage with complicated films #boy and the heron spoilers /

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liauditore · 5 months

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*animatics your shitpost*

#my art #third life smp #trafficblr #this was my way of gaslighting myself into working on my storyboarding #i hope the uncomfy vibes came thru #grian #scott

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spaciebabie · 13 days

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does any other demiromantic (or arosepc doesnt rlly matter) feel like. extremely awful when they experience romantic attraction or is that just me.

#spacie spoinks #bruh #like. while im experiencing it i wish so badly that i wasnt 😭#i feel disgusted. is this what romantic repulsion is???#cuz like ill be experiencing all the lovey dovey stuff yk #''ooohb i wanna kiss dem oooh what if we help hands'' romantic crap but its like. anxiety inducing #like it feels awful??? is this normally how it feels?? i dont like it.#it like. doesnt feel right or natural and im assuming its b/c i just like?? barely feel it ever?? and thats why???#strange as hell.#i recently felt romantic attraction 2 someone (it has been 2 or 3 years since i last felt it) and it came on really strong for like #a week and that was like the worst week of my life #i couldnt think abt anything else but them like it wasnt even like. fantasies or anything just like.#the concept of them. my brain would just be like ''hey remember this guy''#I LIKE COULDNT SLEEP #HOW DO YOU PPL ENJOY THIS????#me; clutching my head for ~a week: AUUUGH!! THE PERSON!!! THE PERSON!!!!!#im so serious this is how it feels w/springtrap. hes like a blight on my psyche #the feelings have faded mostly i think. i think im normal abt them again (thank god)#its so strange. i think a romantic relationship would be fun but then i start feeling the feelings and its. awful.#so horrid #also like. im considering that maybe the relationship i would like some day isnt romantic but a qpr #idk. ive never been in any kind of serious relationship (never wanted 2 and have never been approached for it)#sometjing 2 think abt i guess?#anybeans. i tire.#hope i never experience that again #ik that like in 2-3 years ill be like: ''man. idk what past spacie was talking abt. would be nice 2 feel romantic attraction again''#NO SPACIE IT WONT!!! REMEMBER!!!!!! REMEMBER WHAT YOU WENT THRU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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recurring-polynya · 1 year

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In light of that post I reblogged yesterday where it turns out that 40,000 words is considered a novel?

To be fair, there are so many worse things you could do whilst in the throes of the most well-justified mental break that anyone on any plane of existence has ever had but also--

Girl, what?

#momo hinamori #toshiro hitsugaya #'loaded with outtakes'#real credit for this goes to b3 b/c i never would have noticed this if they hadn't pointed it out in an ao3 comment once #look there is just SO MUCH going on in Color Bleach+ it's like house of fucking leaves #i believe in my heart that this issue never made it to print #both because hitsugaya shut it down as soon he saw the ad for it #--did he even see this??? he was in the living world when this issue came out.#maybe that's WHY they thought they could get away with a Capt Hitsugaya special edition--#in any case i think hisagi had an aneurysm THAT IS TOO MUCH PAPER WE WILL GO BANKRUPT #but at the same time this manuscript EXISTS #WHO has SEEN it i need to know #hisagi obvs but i doubt he read it cover to cover he was having The Struggles at the time #normally i would say renji but he was in the living world as was matsumoto #kira was also Going Thru It but i can def see him grimly beta-reading this thing #you know i hope hitsugaya WASN'T aware of this thing at all #until like 3 years later when byakuya is like 'so as per your biography--'#and toshiro is like 'as per my W H A T?'

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akkivee · 8 months

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oh rosho with his hair down alright alright yeah cool *trips and falls* that’s tight yeah yeah alright *burns food* cool cool cool ight yeah cool *slips up in the tub* alright aight that’s what’s up yeah alright yeah yeah *combusts* yeah yeah—

#this is vee speaking #the arb chronicles #i’m glad arb has eventually came thru for me and given me the rosho with his hair down card like i hoped they would lol #i hate that it’s thru sudden scratch jumpscares and just before we get a new hitoya card lol but alright alright alright alright—#his side sweep in his ew04 outfit is cute but i hope this is implying his hair falls naturally in a middle part lmao #he looks like a middle part kinda guy lmao

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8rujaa · 7 months

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to anyone dealing with ptsd, has there been anything that has helped relieve some of the symptoms?

#im emotionally stuck due to the constant reliving of what happened #i get these weirdly intense flashbacks where i can remember the how the fabric of the couch looked like up close #and how they felt. and how everything looked. the way the colored lights hit the room a certain way #i think i did myself a disservice by thinking i was soooo in love that i didn’t want to forget any details lmao #now i can remember everything like a photograph and sometimes i find myself back in my old apartment and the fear floods my chest #and i can’t breathe and my stomach starts turning it’s terrible. i really felt like i was in hell #i stopped smoking ouid 3 weeks ago bc whenever these flashbacks would happen the high would make them HD and it would send me into a loop #but now i think weed was the thing keeping me above water… it’s been a rough 3 weeks. but before i start smoking again #i wanted to ask if anyone found something else that made it a little easier #it’s been months since our break up and i really want to move on. i’ve tried to meet other people but i’m terrified of men #and i find myself unable to connect with anyone…#i’ve been physically better which i am so grateful for because being unhealthy was my biggest reason i was so depressed #i’ve been doing therapy but i talk about the same thing with her every week. i’m tired of it #i think i’m still in disbelief that they did that to me. i never thought they’d be capable of hurting someone so badly.#i can’t get over the fact that he r***** me for months while i was disabled and pretended not to know what he was doing was bad #i realized he knew when he tried to make it look like i was crazy. that made me really sad. i think i was hoping he was clueless so #i could still believe he was a good person… or at least the man i fell in love with. i was willing to forgive him once he apologized…#when he tried to make it seem like i was going insane the blindfold came off and i saw him for who he really was #like no wonder i was so scared of u dude… no wonder i kept having panic attacks anytime we were together and i couldn’t sleep next to u #i’ve been afraid to admit that shit broke me as a person. i don’t think i’ll ever be the same. i can’t function.#plus knowing i stayed for her bc i was worried for her and didn’t want her to experience the same thing without someone there bc i realized #how good he was at gaslighting and lying. only to find out she was waiting for an excuse to get rid of me… she wanted me gone…#i went thru all that for nothing…#and i still don’t understand why each time i tried to leave for my own good- to get medical help and support they begged me to stay!!! why #brain vomit

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skitskatdacat63 · 3 months

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Lmfao my mom was getting on me abt not having enough to do this upcoming semester so I decided ah okay I'll add another class. And that's perfectly fine. But the one I picked results in the majority of my schedule being generally unaffected and still lax, but my Thursday being absolutely fucked.

For reference, on every other day I'd spend like less than four hours in class/commuting(anywhere from zero hours to almost four), but Thursday, its almost 9 hours combined 😭 which is like fine with me, but I think ill despise thursdays after this, AND MY BIRTHDAY IS ON A THURSDAY :(

#she doesnt like the fact that im practically free on Fridays #<- online class that doesnt meet on that day #so ah i hope this balances out sjkfkflg #the way scheduling in my school works has such a weird affect #my mon/wens/fri are gonna be so chill and then tues/thurs is just....something #it makes it worse bcs one of my classes only takes place for a section of the semester #and that class is mon/wens so im only gonna be online after that #though i still think ill have to meet w that professor bcs there is in fact reasoning for that class to be so short lasting #but tues and thurs is just stuff that ill never get any reprieve from lol #four classes in one day. we'll see how it goes 🥰🥰#also thurs will be interesting bcs i will have two classes just abt middle eastern politics #i came across a class on the arab-israeli conflict and wanted to take it bcs its obv very relevant rn #and then the one i just scheduled is also abt middle eastern politics so i really am going to be thru the ringer #not that its a bad thing at all!! i just mean its interesting how relevant this semester will be and how im just getting intensely informed #anyways i think the way i schedule would be a nightmare to anyone else #i try to schedule every class after 12(or 11 at least) so then all of them are crammed right after one another #and i wake up an hour before class and leave myself that meager time to get ready and commute lmfao #my friend asked me when i eat lunch. and im like uh ;;; never? 🥰#lol dw i do eat but like i treat my time on campus like how can i pack this as densely as possible #i dont like sitting around by my lonesome it makes me depressed dhfkkg #also i think i will actually kms with all the writing im goong to have to do this semester #that is my reasoning to my mom abt why she shouldn't be pissed at my supposed lack of activity #like im taking so much thats emphasized with writing. dont worry i will be in fact budy #*busy #catie.rambling.txt

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defensivelee · 3 months

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quiet night in for an au of your choosing? :)

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Of course !! Here is the full card if anyone wants to request something else!

This is for Your Tears Divine, featuring Marly and James :] little story under the cut, slightly suggestive material at the end!

Churchill thought there were many things absurd about these murderous robots, but maybe what was the worst was the fact that the planet they had chosen to live on had the ability to rain. Wasn't that sort of a tiny death sentence every time?

He heard the king speaking with his ever-booming voice, and who knew how far he was, but Churchill could hear the words loud and clear.

"Caution: rainfall. Stay inside. Caution: rainfall. Stay inside."

And he supposed that it was a very nice thing, but the kind yet authoritative voice made his skin crawl, and the repetition almost made him sleepy, as he stared outside at the constant, gentle rainfall from the night sky.

"D-Do you like my brother's v-voice, Churchill?"

Churchill blinked and lifted his head. He hadn't realized he was leaning it on the window.

"I used to l-love it too," the Duke of York said. In the darkness, his blue eyes were what illuminated his metal body, and it almost hurt to see. "But then you realize it wants to s-sing to you. That is dangerous."

"Dangerous, Your Highness?" Churchill looked up at the android as he stopped beside him.

"Any king must b-be," James said softly. He lifted a hand, a hand rusted around the fingers especially, and began to run those very fingers through Churchill's hair. Occasionally they would pause and tug at it, maybe on purpose or maybe by accident. But Churchill liked it anyway and lifted his head into the touch.

"You w-waited for me here all d-day?" James asked.

"Yes, Your Highness," Churchill said. "Just as you ordered."

"What a good boy," James purred, the fans in his head whirring briefly. "And there is nothing else you wanted to d-do today? You just waited for me here like a d-darling little pet?"

I....I- maybe? Churchill hesitated. In the morning, there was something he'd been thinking to himself-

"Churchill..." There was a warning in the Duke's voice, and Churchill looked up into his suddenly much brighter eyes, hearing a faint ring echoing in the air. It reached into his head and whispered dizziness, and Churchill winced, shutting his eyes.

...No. Nothing else. This is what I want, I want to serve you, let me be the only human that serves you. He didn't know who was saying that, if it was him in his own mind or something else trapped there. Either way, it felt good to obey, to listen and to know that.

"Of course not, Your Highness," Churchill said, opening his eyes. "Why would I want anything else in the world when I already have the greatest gift of serving and obeying you?"

"Ah." James tilted his head to the side, and the ringing seemed to fade back. "As all androids have th-their purpose coded into them at birth, so do you have a purpose that I have d-decided for you. And you follow it well, boy, better than most r-robots."

Churchill felt his face warm up at the praise. "Thank you, Your Highness." This was the right thing to want, the right android to obey, was it not? It just made him feel so good, the Duke made him feel so good...

"You have no idea how stupid you l-look right now," James laughed, digging his fingers into Churchill's hair and pulling his head up sharply. Churchill gasped slightly, and James laughed again.

"See, I do love that about y-you," James said. "There's this dim look in your eyes I adore. A pretty thing like y-you doesn't think of much anyway, does it?"

"No, Your Highness." Churchill winced as James pulled him forward, his grip on Churchill's hair tightening. "I only think about you."

"All about me, hm?" James used his other hand to stroke Churchill's cheek. "You cannot think that I actually b-believe that."

"It's the truth-"

"The truth?" James snarled suddenly, leaning in so that Churchill could see all the way into his mouth and down his throat. "Humans were n-never this easy to train."

"I am, Your Highness," Churchill whispered. "Believe me." There was something in his mind that wanted to shy away from that reality, but how could he, as he stared right into James' eyes?

"And is that something you take pride in? That you roll over on your back like Charles' dogs whenever I praise you?"

"Yes, always, Your Highness."

"Whenever I t-touch you? Is that what you like?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

James paused, now running his hand under Churchill's chin. "Too easy." He bowed slightly, placing his metal lips onto those of the human, and Churchill shut his eyes to meet the kiss gratefully. There was nothing soft about the Duke's lips, so that it was almost painful to have the long tongue jerk around in his mouth like a live fish. Even more so when that tongue shoved itself down his throat, and Churchill jolted, trying not to choke on the cold metal.

"Open your eyes, look at m-me," James said, the voice now coming from the speakers on his chest and not his mouth. Churchill obeyed, his eyelids fluttering as the tongue shoved itself deeper.

"Ah, there it is," James said. "Tears in y-your eyes. It's a lot, isn't it?"

Churchill nodded. It was the most unnatural thing he'd ever seen, to have someone kiss him and speak to him at the same time, and the realization made him shudder.

"Your throat is s-so warm," James said. "One of my favorite things about you h-humans."

Churchill shut his eyes, instinctively trying to pull away as he gagged on the tongue. But James held him there by his hair, and Churchill groaned involuntarily. There were tears in his eyes, he realized, tears that told him he had to try to breathe now.

Your Highness-

"There we go," James said, at last pulling his lips and tongue away. Churchill gasped shakily, trying to catch his breath, and James stared at him.

"That panting like a dog," he said. "I should have known. Y-You really are n-no better."

Churchill looked up to say something, but James waved a hand in the air. "Shh, no, no, no," he said. "Quiet, now. F-Focus on your breath."

Churchill nodded, bowing his head gratefully.

"Your lovely breath that you must s-save for later," James continued. "Save for me."

Churchill nodded again. He tried to muffle his heavy breaths, but when he looked up and saw James' face, he thought that maybe this android liked to hear them, just as he loved to see him cry.

And this is what I want?

Yes-- this is who you w-want.

#behold the one au where i actually include his stutter all the way thru #screams #anyway this came out way more fun than i expected 👀👀 so i hope you enjoy #james ii (your tears divine)#duke of marlborough (your tears divine)#your tears divine #whump tag #jamesborough tag

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nuclearforest · 11 months

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"Don't hold back. I want you to scream my name" - briarrett 👀

Thanks for the ask! Wrote out a quick 1.5k and feel bad it took so long. Hope it's up to your standards!

When summer starts to rear its head and the spring rains give way to the dreary summer sky that perpetually hangs over all of England, Briar unfailingly brings out Barrett’s favorite sundress. It’s a cute little thing: white and lacy with a repeating floral pattern that shifts when the fairy moves in just such a way that every little tear and puncture from moments of overexcitement can be hidden with a quick stitch repair before being returned to the rotation—years old but still bright in color in a way reminiscent of a wedding dress and bouquet, tinted by nostalgia and preserved by delicate hands. Every time she wears it, the werewolf takes it as his personal invitation to step up behind her and slip his hands under the skirt, starting where the dress ends at her thighs and stroking up in offer while he presses his lips to her ear and rumbles possessively from deep in his chest where his heart races. For me?

“Who else?” Briar replies, chuckling to herself at the way her mate’s breath tickles the untamable flyaway strands at the side of her head. She sets the paring knife she was holding down on the cutting board with the strawberries she’d been preparing. He always seemed to gravitate to her in the kitchen—hip-height countertops helped.

“Well I thought you were going out with your girls today,” Barrett offers in return, stopping his ascent at the tops of her thighs while the drool pools in his mouth. Her skin under his is warm; her heartbeat picks up slightly in her chest. Just a bit more of that honey sweet scent that defined her wraps a bit further around his head and he ducks his nose into the crook of her neck to inhale it, nuzzling aside one of her two golden braids. Köstlich. [Delectable.]

“When have the boys gone to have a sleepover at Oma and Opa’s so I can go out with my friends?” The fairy quirks an eyebrow and leans back into her lover’s embrace. “You’re more than capable.”

“I am.” The werewolf’s voice drops deeper, temptation wrapped in rough velvet.

“I just thought you’d like to celebrate the season like you always have.”

“You spoil me, lapine.” [Bunny.] He presses a kiss into her skin, then, trailing gentle kisses out to the mate mark on her shoulder exposed by the wide sweetheart neckline while he rubs his thumbs in circles on her thighs. The little fairy in his arms, perfectly fit to his hands, presses further back into him—she’s too short to press her rear to his groin, but he’s already hardening against her lower back, above her pillowy ass, and he groans low appreciation into her skin. Je t'aime. [I love you.]

“I love you, too,” she returns, popping half a strawberry into her mouth for a quick bite. The werewolf at her back huffs, hands sliding further up and leaving sparks in their wake to rest on her hips. In the blink of an eye he’s got her flipped around and seated up on the counter, crowding into her space with a devilish smile on his lips and lust in his bright red eyes.

“A snack?” he asks, “At a time like this?” His eyes, pupils wide, flick down to the speck of juice at the corner of her lips.

The bold fairy just shrugs (he had interrupted her light breakfast, after all) and swipes her tongue out to clean the juice away. Content to do as he will, the overgrown giant leans over to press a kiss into her. He pulls her up to the edge of the counter where her legs spread and the skirt bunches up. The faintest notes of her arousal join the sweet aroma of strawberries and Briar in the air and the werewolf pulls back to survey her once more. She brings her arms up to wrap around his broad shoulders and one hand gravitates so she can tangle her fingers into the silver curls at the back of his neck.

“I’d hate to interrupt your meal,” he quips, sparing a hand to snatch another piece of strawberry, “maybe you’d like some cream to go with these.”

Before his lover can reply, he pushes the strawberry between her lips and leaves his fingers there for just long enough that she can caress the tips with her tongue. Both an invitation and gratitude in one quick gesture; he just leans in to kiss her again and get the taste on her lips. Barrett was not a man for strawberries, but he was a man for fruity kisses and bruised lips, observing the slight change in his lover’s demeanor with every piece of fruit until he’s straining against his pants and she’s soaking into him, panties forgone.

“You little minx,” he rumbles, “are you sure you’re not part succubus?”

“Would you like me to be?” Briar licks her lips and looks at him through half-lidded eyes, tightening her grip in his hair and pulling the werewolf in for another kiss, where he growls into her at the test against his patience.

Ja. [Yes.]

Soon enough they forget the remaining strawberries, hands roaming curves and bodies like every memorized surface is new again. Every shape and curve explored for the first time. Briar pants quietly and Barrett buries his head in her neck, mouthing at her skin and leaving love bites, teeth scraping against skin and bruises rising from the depths of her flesh to paint his path.

She sighs quietly, keeping a hold on his head as he kisses down her chest to the exposed tops of her full breasts before pulling back and leaning down to stick his head under her skirt, hand sliding down her side and along her thigh to pull it up over his shoulder. Faced with her cunt, he digs in, lapping voraciously as his tongue starts to lengthen and flatten and he takes up more of her, by far better than any fruit or meat or other food he could ever get his paws on. The fairy professes her thanks with the pillowy thighs quivering around his ears and the grip tightening in his hair.

“Don’t be shy,” he growls into her, “Don’t hold back. I want you to scream my name, love.”

“Barrett,” she breathes, and he takes that as a personal challenge, pulling back to look at her with his eyes dark and face deadly serious, pronounced jaw pushing at his lips with the tip of his nose blackened and glistening with her arousal. She stares back at him, green eyes wide and cheeks flushed red. He releases her for just long enough that he can fumble with his belt, opening it with a click that has her jolting.

Respire— [Take a breath—]

Barrett shoves his pants and boxers down with a hand and steps back into her space, rubbing the head of his cock against her for a moment before lining up with her hole. Then, a low growl of warning.

—und schreien. [—and scream.]

The werewolf sheathes himself to his knot, baring his teeth and breathing harshly as he reaches back to grip his mate’s ass, holding her close as she gasps—a far cry from the scream he’d wanted—and arches her back into him. She flutters around him, adapted muscles trying to grip for his knot, and he groans lowly with his head tipped back.

His claws poke through the thin fabric and prick against her skin as he starts to move, grinding against her to get used to the wet warmth wrapped around him before pulling back and bucking in. Briar whimpers for him, mewling when he sets a brutal pace right at the start. The werewolf grits his teeth, nose crumpling as he bites back the urge to shift and ruin the angle he has into her on the counter; he turns his head down and begins to nip at the skin of Briar’s neck as she gasps his name.

Like a machine, he repeats the motion over and over again, building it up until she’s panting and crying out for him, legs wrapped around his waist with her ankles locked at his back as she begs for more. “Barrett please—”

Always polite. He turns his attention over to her mate mark, pulling her out and snapping fully in as he sinks his canines into her. That gets him a proper scream that peters out into a low whine. “Barrett! Please—I’m going to—I’m—I—I’m—”

His knot pops into her and starts to swell as she clamps down on him in a way that makes him see stars. Mine.

Tied, he starts to rock into her until he finds his own end, pumping jet after jet of seed into her as his breath fans out over her shoulder and she catches her breath against him, thighs twitching.

“Yours,” she answers, curling around him as best she can. He grunts and squeezes her rear, probably bruised in the shape of his hold, and smiles into her skin as best he can. They’d be repeating this same song and dance until Opa pulled into the driveway to drop the kids off again.

#whole time im writing this im telling myself i need to work in deets on how they look or whatever #and sneak in so many details and write it out but i just ran out of energy in the last half #i hope thats not too readily apparently lol i am just going thru it and tried emotional support smut #it was going great with my balcony door open and birdsong but then my neighbor came outside and started playing shit country pop #so here i am boiling in rage and just firmly over it because i want to live in the woods #anyway im running my blender tomorrow and i hope his toddler wakes up and goes and jumps on his stomach to wake him up #mun's snippets #bunny briar #werewolf barrett #oc smut #oc x oc ship #briarrett #werewolf smut #hellsing ultimate #hellsing oc #fae oc #werewolf x fae

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