#she purred and fell asleep on me. she was beautiful

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

littol brown snake at work today. juvenile. apparently their bites can be fatal even as juveniles! but it was really cute - I saw it first and trotted off and told higher-ups like a good little girl. we closed the door so the snakeling could not get out and cause havoc; I kept walking past and wanting to open the door and look at it again, because it was so beautiful. but I refrained.

#snake #personal #i went and told the higher ups and the girl couldn't stop panicking a bit #i did what she told me in closing the door and putting a towel against it; she rang up the snake removalist #so even if i were gonna be there tomorrow it wouldn't be there by then #but it was beautiful! and i said out loud as i was walking 'God's been showing me all these beautiful animals and birds lately #isn't that lovely' and by the word 'lovely' i was sobbing lol #God's blessings come all the time! in so many different ways! #including in a very small very cute brown snake! #and of course the three kittens the other day and the darling void (same litter) who came yesterday #she purred and fell asleep on me. she was beautiful #no pics bc i was holding her the entire time and was also wearing black so no point in asking others to get pics for me #she fell into a hole on our property and miaued so i went down and rescued her. got a bunch of scratches bc she panicked halfway up getting #out. she also was really one for kneading with her paws. i have a few scratches from that too lol. and she cried overnight when she was #left alone. but i went and picked her up in the morning and within thirty seconds she was purring so i think she was ok #kittens

[wandaslullaby]

Sleepy Head | Wanda M.

summary: wanda just couldn't wait to give you her surpise.

18+ DNI.

warnings: dub-con, breeding kink, dildo with a serum, unconscious, fingering.

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Wanda knew from the moment you laid your head on her lap, you was going to fall asleep. She did warn you that it was way pass your normal bedtime but you insisted you were a big girl and could handle it.

You tired to keep your eyes open but Wanda's gentle strokes made you even more sleepy to the point where you were completely settled in a slumber. Wanda left you to dose off as she wanted to finish the episode but she couldn't help but notice how accessible your thighs were.

"Silly little girl. You always have to tempt me to do bad things, don't you?" Wanda whispered as she slid her hand between your thighs, feeling the wetness of your panties.

She begins to slowly rub small slow circles as she didn’t want you awake. Wanda always love when you were helpless, it gave her full permission to use your however she liked. It was also a good thing that you were a heavy sleeper as Wanda did want to try out a new toy on you.

"Sweet little angel." Wanda purred as she used one hand to slide your panties across and the other to groping your boobs. Her hand was almost soaked as Wanda began to slowly put one finger inside you throbbing cunt, the smell of your desperation lingered in the air causing Wanda's eyes to darken.

You began to stir trying to find the right position but as Wanda pinched your nipple, a small pop of a moan fell from your lips keeping you still as you lazily opened your legs wider. The feeling of something between your thighs made you thrust, giving Wanda a clear indication that you were giving her the all clear.

"Taking me so well, bunny. How about we put another finger inside you? Hm? I think your little mind wants that." Wanda whispered as she tugged on your nipples, slipping two more fingers in grinning at the soft whimpers you were purring out.

Wanda was in such awe. Her everlasting lust for you was evidently clear as she began to pick up the paste, grinning as she saw you grinding on her fingers. The moans that were escaping through your mouth made Wanda head form an idea. Her new toy that was tucked neatly in her trousers needed a form of air so what perfect way to use her new advanced dildo to see how far you'll go.

As her fingers were fucking you, Wanda lured your brain to a siren call she learnt back in Slovakia that would make your brain fuzzy. The call started slow, and Wanda used that opportunity to take her dildo out to examine.

"Oh baby. You are in for such a treat. You can't ever say that Mommy doesn't give you pretty things." Wanda mumbled before she let her hands go free, causing a stir of whimpers from yourself. "Such a needy baby. Don't worry, your hole will be filled soon enough, bunny."

Wanda placed you down on the sofa, freeing herself so she can straddle on top of you. The dildo was far longer than you have ever taken and had the power to breed you. "Look at you, my pretty baby getting all ready for Mommy's cock."

Before Wanda used her new toy on you, she lean forward to give you a light smack to test your ability of how far you were out. The stillness of your body confirmed that as Wanda gripped both of your boobs and slowly entered her dildo inside your cunt. The tightness of your cunt marvelled Wanda and the grip on your boobs were getting harder as Wanda forcefully pushed the dildo all the way in.

"Perfect fit." Wanda grinned and slowly began to thrust in and out of you. She looked down at your lifeless body, smiling at your beauty when you were out cold. It was always fun to see you weak as Wanda needed a perfect excuse to get the dildo inside you.

Eventually after a minute or so of prepping you with her dildo, Wanda could see your cunt wasn't as tight as it was before giving her the green light to go faster. She wasted no time and released her hands from your now bruised boobs and replaced her hands on your hips as she thrusted harder in you. The thrusted that Wanda was giving you were insanely quick and forceful. Each time Wanda saw the dildo disappeared, she made it appear again with rougher thrust as she needed to get the rest angle to release the breeding serum inside you.

"You are taking me so well, bunny." Wanda laughed as she fucked you harder. The sofa was beginning to squeak as Wanda pounded faster into you, feeling your cunt clench as Wanda forcefully tried to get a few more thrusts in before she exploded the serum inside you.

"You take a few more thrusts baby, I know you can do it." She told herself, laughing as you were completely in a trance. Wanda used all her might and dig her hands deep in your hips as she used one last thrust before releasing the serum inside you. The walls around the dildo came undone as Wanda felt her dildo becoming drenched with your cum.

She watched as the sweat fell down your face, smiling as she wiped them away still keeping the dildo inside you as she needed to wait a full hour for the serum to sink in. "I can't want for to see your beautiful surprise, baby girl."

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[neteyamssyulang]

Supernatural

Day 2

Pairing: Incubus Adult Neteyam x Fem tawtute reader

Warnings: P in V, Dub con, Dom Neteyam, Sub Reader, Rough Neteyam, Creampie.

Word count: 832

Translation(s): Paskalin -> Honey, Yawne -> Beloved

Tagging: @teyamshuman @hidden-snow @anemonelovesfiction @ikeyniofthetayrangi @itchaboi-itchyboy @kia-wolfie @aria-tempest @loaksulluyswife

“These dreams.. they’ve been so- weird the last few days, it’s hard to explain but the dream always starts off normal but then it always ends up with this blue alien fucking my brains out and I wake up being sore between my legs.” You spoke softly, looking between your friends who were rolling their eyes.

Tanya, one of your friends, eventually spoke up “Yeah right y/n” she scoffed, “I think someone has been watching the avatar movies wayyy too much” Jessie, your other friend, added in.

Now they weren’t wrong, you loved to binge watch all the movies but it does not explain why you have the same dream every single damn night.

You went to open your mouth to speak but Jessie cut you off immediately, “Look y/n, we’re gonna go home now but I suggest seeing a therapist or something because your losing it babe”

They gave you both a pitiful smile and got off the couch, walked out the living room, opened the door and left closing it behind them.

Maybe they did have a point, maybe you were losing it.

Or maybe you weren’t.

An hour passed and you got ready for bed, doing your nightly routine but also putting a camera on your dresser facing your bed. Now you’ll finally have proof that your not crazy.

As always, you fell asleep instantly after getting into your warm, cozy, bed.

Your dream started off different this time, you were laying down in the huge fancy bed but no one was in the room with you.

Or so you thought.

“Miss me already paskalin?” Neteyam purred next to you, your breath hitched as you felt his cold hands on your skin, tracing patterns along your stomach before moving his hand down between your legs, swiping a single digit across your folds.

He smirked feeling how wet you already are “Yeah, guess you did miss me.” Before you could register anything, he pinned you down and crawled ontop of you, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum onto your thigh.

“Wait wait!” You pleaded, pushing at his chest “Wait for what pet? You don’t want this?” He asked completely unfazed, placing one of your legs around his waist and swiped his cockhead teasingly against your slick folds.

“I.. I don- shit!” You screamed as he plunged his cock inside you, small grunts leaving his lips as your walls squeezed tightly around his thick shaft.

Once Neteyam finally bottomed out, he stayed still for a few moments just admiring you. How beautiful you looked underneath him with your eyes squeezed shut and mouth slightly agape trying to adjust to his size.

Doesn’t matter if you took him multiple times before, each time felt like your first time all over again.

Slowly he began moving his hips, his cock dragging against your gummy walls, coaxing out beautiful moans from your lips.

“Nothing to say now huh?” He chuckled, picking up the pace, his hips slapping against yours. “Ungh! Fuck teyam!” You mewled, his cock was hitting all the right spots inside you, making you see stars.

Your hands went to his arms, digging your nails into him making him groan. The sting was oh so delicious and only encouraged him to push deeper into you.

Neteyam leaned down, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he whispered “Your all mine y/n, mine. No one will ever get to have you besides me.”

Your walls clenched around him at his words making his lips tug up into a smirk, “You want that? To be all mine yawne?”

By now your mind has turned to mush, all you could think of was how good Neteyam was fucking you.

“P-please..” you slurred, already feeling your climax approaching rapidly. Leaning back up, he bit his lip and wrapped his tail around your thigh. Fuck you felt like heaven to him, it was only a matter of time before you would be his completely.

With one particular hard thrust your breath hitched and you came hard, gushing around his cock. Feeling your walls clenching tightly around him, Neteyam groaned, painting your gummy walls white.

Your eyes began to slowly flutter shut as he slowly began to withdraw himself from you, “Till next time, little one” he murmured.

You woke up to your alarm going off around 7:30, groaning you opened you eyes and sat up slowly, wincing at the familiar pain between your legs.

Quickly you got out of bed and went to the camera, grabbing it off your dresser. Stopping the recording you sat back down onto the bed and played back the footage you caught.

Holy shit- no..it couldn’t be..

He was actually there, fucking your unconscious body while glancing towards the camera.

Once Neteyam was done and pulled out, he got off the bed, walked to the camera and crouched down.

“Did you enjoy the show darling?” He grinned, sending a wink towards the camera.

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[jarofstyles]

Guilty

Here is another installment of best friend’s dadrry!!

Part One Part Two

Warnings: age gap, forbidden/kinda taboo relationship (literally fuckin her best friends father lol), slight mention of cheating if you squint

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WC- 1.3k

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Harry would probably be consumed with guilt if it didn’t feel so good.

Y/N was a temptress. Crimson lips and petal soft skin, a coy smile but cunning eyes. She was something he had tried so hard to stay away from, and still fell right into her soft, sticky webbed trap. The girl had some sort of enchantress powers. His mind had always known that morally, it was wrong. Legally? He was fine. She was a grown adult and he had never looked at her as anything by his daughter’s friend until that fateful day- but if she were to find out, it could cause some serious issues .

That didn’t stop her, though. Y/N was haunting him. Staying at his home, lounging by his pool, brushing past him in his kitchen, sneaking looks at the man as he sat in the living room in his phone when the girls would leave to go out. He had to act like he wasn’t seething with jealousy when his daughter bragged about how many guys she had gotten the attention of the next day as they drank mimosas on their pool deck, giggling with her as she had agreed it had been her goal. The only solace he found, however, was the fact that he knew she wasn’t getting it anywhere else.

As sick and twisted as it was, he awaited the click of his door after his daughter was asleep and the quiet snap of the lock as she padded across his bedroom floor. She would crawl into his bed, hair hanging in silky tendrils around her face as she climbed right on top of his body. Manicured fingers would stroke through his slightly dampened hair, coo about how sexy he looked in his reading glasses, and connect their lips with a kiss.

He knew that it was wrong to take her with his hand wrapped around her mouth, muffling her moans as he pounded into her welcoming cunt from behind. Holding her still as she whimpered against his palm, exhaling sharply through her nose as the tip of his cock would graze her sweetest spot and make her little hole gush around his prick, his mind was focused on making sure he could keep her quiet enough to keep anyone one from waking up- but sometimes the pleasure would be too much.

As much as Harry had fought it, he was obsessed with the girl. Knowing that she sought him out, wanting his expertise, wanting his kissing and caresses and wanted him alone out of every other man that would gladly give her whatever she wanted? It was a stroke to his bruised ego.

Even if she was always pushing limits and testing boundaries.

When his hand would fall out, filth would leave her lips. Some of the dirtiest things, the things he didn’t even know would arouse him that sparked a new sense of sick pleasure mixed with guilt. One time in particular was when she had brought up his ex wife.

“Tighter than her, aren’t I?” Her siren voice purred, a little giggle at the end of it. “Fucking me in the same bed you used to have her in… old and worn out… now you’ve got me.” She had shocked him, pulling his hand around her throat. “Dumb bitch left the best fuck…. She’s so fucking stupid. You deserve this, Harry. You deserve me.” Her pants were echoing in his brain.

It had triggered a moral deliemma, his hand pushing his fingers against the sides of her throat as he growled at her with his punishing thrusts. “Shut the fuck up.” His tone had made her moan. “Don’t talk about her when I’m inside of you.” There was the mix of pain… but also arousal. Because to a degree? She was right. It did feel good in the fucked up way it could. Having a sweet, needy, beautiful younger woman begging for his cock, needing it in the same bed she had left him in? It felt like his own reward. But that didn’t mean she should say it.

“Then why did your cock twitch?” Her weak voice escaped despite his skillful grasp, cutting some of her air. Y/N loved to goad him, to make him feel as though he was out of his goddamn mind, and this was one of them. He didn’t want to admit that his body responded to it, that her words had made him more aroused- so he didn’t. He buried her face into the pillow, continuing his fuck inside of her, pretending he couldn’t hear the little giggle that had been faded into a moan.

Y/N was an enigma. A wet dream come to life, a woman that had him by the balls- literally and metaphorically. He’s never felt more attracted to a woman in his life. Just the scent of her shampoo made his cock twitch, laying in bed the next day to smell the pillow her face had been buried in and had laid on when they’d finished their intense sex. It was always intense with her. Always fiery. Starting off soft or teasing and ending up explosive and intense. Perhaps that should be a warning sign, but Harry found himself too obsessed and entranced with the sweet girl to care.

Outside of their sex, Y/N was a true sweetheart. Besides the whole fucking her friend’s dad thing, she was a genuinely good friend to his daughter and always had been. She kept her on track but did indulge in the nights out and the drinks they’d share. She had helped keep her grades up during school and as she made herself a staple in their home, she had made sure to clean up after herself and be a real contributing factor. The guest room dedicated to her was clean and tidy, never leaving clothes all over the place or dishes in the sink. Perhaps she felt more like a guest despite spending many nights there, but Harry found her to be very peaceful to live alongside.

He had to stop himself often from imagining it being just the two of them. His daughter was looking for an apartment of her own now that she was looking for jobs, which Harry would fund until she got on her feet- but he felt terribly guilty about feeling almost excited at the prospect of having the house to himself so he could indulge in taking Y/N the way he had been craving to do. In their living room, the kitchen, in the pool, against the front door. He was torn completely. Of course he wanted his little girl to stay as long as she wanted, but knowing she was eager to move out and he was eager to have Y/N become a staple in his bed… it was a nice bandaid to the wound.

His heart stuttered in his chest as he walked into the kitchen, seeing the pair sitting in front of the island and picking at some fruit that had been cut up. Y/N sent him a large glittering smile, pushing a bowl of cut kiwi and strawberry over to him.

“Kiwi is your favorite, right?” She asked, a hopeful glint in her eye that made him want to get on his knees right there. She had cut up kiwi just for him, definitely bought it considering he knew they didn’t have any and his daughter didn’t like it, and made him a snack.

“Yeah- yeah, it is.” He cleared his throat, surprise obvious on his face. “Thank you. I appreciate that- was comin’ in to get a snack.” His eyes lingered on her face and the little stain on her lips from the strawberries and cherries she had been eating. He wanted to taste her fruit tinged mouth and make her lips swollen and bruised.

“You’re too nice, Y/N. He’s a grown man.” His daughter snorted, not noticing the way their eyes met.

“Yeah, but even grown men deserve to be taken care of sometimes. Especially when they’re as sweet to me as your dad.”

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[snowblossomreads]

Sunlight

Summary: In where Severus receives a small yet lovely gift from his wife on his birthday.

Pairing: Severus Snape x FemReader

Tags(s)/Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving) and Fluff

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: And in a non-unhinged Snape story ^_^! Look I know his bday isn't till January but if you believe, his bday can be every day LOL. This lil short was inspired by a rare wholesome idea that me and @deepperplexity chatted about (love you dear 🥰🥰🥰)

Of course, though I had to add something spicy into it bc well you know me.. Anyways please enjoy and let me know how you like it!

There had been some sort of mild surprise when Severus had awakened on his 70th birthday to find that his hair, once an intermingling of black and white strands had turned fully white seemingly overnight.

The change hadn’t been immediately noticed well because honestly, he had been more interested in the more pleasurable way he was being woken up. Which was with the lips of his wife wrapped deliciously tight around his cock as she enthusiastically mouthed at his hardened shaft before she was taking him into her mouth with fervor.

Even though he had been fast asleep just moments ago, this was more than enough to fully wake him in both senses as his hand trailed down and his fingers looked for [Y/n].

His hand was met with her own as she gave it a little squeeze before she was coming up for air, the hungry look in her eyes was barely visible due to the lack of lighting from the curtains still being drawn.

“Good morning,” she purred before she was leaning back down and sucking at the tip of his cock, tongue swirling in his leaking slit and lapping his seed up right before taking him almost completely in her mouth in one go.

A loud groan filled the air of the dimly lit room as his hips canted upwards burying his cock deeper down her throat from the sudden burst of pleasure that flooded his veins. His head fell back against the pillows as she held his hand, his thumb stroking the top of her hand as she continued.

“Oh my love that’s it, use that wonderful mouth of yours. So beautiful,” he panted as he felt himself already close to release.

She moaned a noise of contentment at the praise as she raked her nails lightly against his thigh, feeling the quiver of his muscles as she swallowed around him enjoying his noises of pleasure.  He wasn’t going to last long as he felt his cock begin to throb incessantly at the attention it was receiving from his wife and it wasn’t before long that his fingers were tightening around the bed sheets as his limbs began to tremble and stiffen at the impending orgasm. 

A few more well-time sucks here, another languid lick there and [Y/n]’s mouth was being filled with a salty liquid that she greedily drank as Severus shouted her name before letting out a prolonged moan as he emptied himself in her mouth.

Once she was sure she had lapped everything up, she gave his cock one last gentle squeeze and a kiss, causing Severus to shiver as he ran his fingers through his hair, groaning quietly at his morning call.

“Happy birthday to you~,” [Y/n] sang playfully as she crawled up towards him, damp lips pressing against his softly and letting out a faint sigh as he kissed her slowly, the taste of his spend still lingering as he did so.

Fingers stroked her bare hips as their lips languidly met each others. Little rumbles came from Severus' chest as [Y/n] would nip his bottom lip playfully, and quiet squeaks left her own lips when he would bite back. 

It wasn’t before long she was letting out a giggle as she pulled away from him causing him to arch an eyebrow as she shimmed out of his hold and out of bed her body still on display.

“[Y/n]?”

“Meet me in the kitchen in twenty!” Was all she responded with as she grabbed her robe that had been tossed haphazardly on top of a chair from the night before. Wrapping it around her and securing it she turned and gave him a wink as she scampered out of the room, a soft tune being hummed from her lips.

By the time she was already out of earshot, Severus couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as he ran his fingers through his hair. Head flopping back down into the pillow as he let the buzz in his body calm.

Almost exactly after twenty minutes passed he did appear in the kitchen, hair still a mess and a bit of sleep still in his eyes as he was more interested in what [Y/n] was up to.  And that’s where the change would be noticed as he saw the twinkling awe in [Y/n]’s eyes as she placed the last plate down on a beautifully decorated table and came up to him when he entered the kitchen. 

At first, he was confused as she stared at him as a child would at their new toy. Mouth slightly agape in a smile, eyes wide as she went to play with a few loose strands that were in his face before she whispered in a barely contained amazement,

“Severus your hair! It's gorgeous!”

Not having glanced at himself in the mirror when he woke up, as he had gone to find [Y/n] after her wake-up call he was of course even more puzzled as she continued to play with his hair, a squee leaving her as she pecked his lips.

“Ohh! Happy birthday, darling but I think the lucky one is me today! Merlin, Severus I never thought you could become even more handsome but I was wrong!”

“Love what are you talking about my hair is the same as yesterday albeit less combed considering the early present you decided to give me.”

Her smile instantly grew at his words before she let a raucous laughter burst from her lips while she also tried to speak.

“Well I'm sorry dear I had to get breakfast ready for you but also the same? Severus! Did you not even look in the mirror yet? Unless you’ve been using the color change charm on your hair all these years then I suggest you take a peak.”

Now this had him frowning as [Y/n] gently nudged him back in the opposite direction as he was still utterly perplexed at what she had said.

Her tinkling laughter was still audible as he padded into the hallway, making a beeline for the bathroom to see what in the world she was talking about.

However, when he did finally see what she was going on about he had to say that he was slightly taken aback about the sudden color change, due to it being...well sudden of course. One day there was just a light smattering of white strands in his mostly dark hair that he would fuss about whenever he saw more of them show up. 

But now that it was just white as snow, he was surprised that he wasn’t more annoyed by it than before. There was a simple acceptance of it. He didn’t allow himself to ponder it much longer as he went back to join [Y/n] in the kitchen and a bright smile on her face as he came to join her at the table.

They ate, basked in each other’s presence, chatted about the plans for the day, and finally when finished [Y/n] happily gave him a beautifully wrapped present that contained an assortment of rare potion ingredients that she had been able to get imported for him.

"That’s not all though!” He remembered her preening at him, the soft crow’s feet in the corners of her eyes visible as she smiled brightly warming him in every way as she pulled away from the hug he had engulfed her in and opening her palm to show him what she was holding.

A deep purple piece of satin was in her hand that seemed to gleam in the morning light that streamed through the windows and danced on the walls.

“Oh and what is this for?”

“Don’t be silly Severus, you know exactly what this is for. How many times have I seen you fuss at your hair when you’re working on something?  You think you would put it up more often with that brilliant brain of yours but here I am, or rather here is something that will do it for you!”

There was only a playfulness in her tone as she scolded him while handing him the smooth piece of fabric.

“I thought it be a good gift, had it charmed so that it ties itself and doesn’t come loose until you tug on it. Try it darling.”

Taking another curious look at the fabric he did as he was told, sweeping his hair into a ponytail and lifting the ribbon towards his hair, and to his surprise, it indeed slipped from his fingers like it had a mind of its own and in a second he could feel his hair being pulled and secured. 

“A lovely gift indeed, though I wonder how much of it is a gift for you as I know you have a penchant for pulling my hair down when you get in a mood.”

There was a little smirk on his features as she grinned back at him while wrapping her arms around his waist and snaking one arm up to loosen the fabric. As she had said after a gentle tug it easily came loose and so did the long white strands of hair that framed his face and tickled hers a little as he leaned his head down.

“What can I say Mr.Snape my deviousness knows no bounds when it comes to you.”

“And I would have it no other way love.” 

That was the day his hair had turned white which if he was being honest was not a day he had ever thought he would ever see considering his more hazardous youth. 

But he was more than grateful to be able to see it after all those years of being shunned. Years of heartbreak, pain, and suffering at the hands of others and even at his own hands. He was happy, ecstatic even if he didn’t show it to be here celebrating it with his doting wife whom he had also been lucky to meet decades ago. 

The one person whose presence and love felt like sunlight coming through a glass pane on a cool fall day. Warming him gently, with her adoration and kindness that he had so needed after years of neglect.

That birthday was also the day he had received his favorite gift as simple as it was. Each day afterwards he would wear the ribbon, picking it up from its place on top of a velvet box that it came with and tying back his hair that had grown towards the middle of his back.

He had toyed with the thought of cutting it as he did many years ago, but the doe eyes that [Y/n] had immediately shown him when she begged him not to was what had saved the strands.

And now with the ribbon his routine slightly changed, which sounded silly to say. Whenever he knew he was about to be up to something that would benefit from not having hair in his face the ribbon was the first thing he reached for. 

Whether it was potion making, taking notes, or cooking meals for him and his love the ribbon was in his hair. And with it, it also felt as if [Y/n] was sitting beside him even on days when she had to leave the house and he was left to his own devices. 

Such a simple gift yet it meant the world to him. 

And so it became a trend that whenever it was time for a gift-giving occasion he would find himself saddled up with a new ribbon from [Y/n]. From the color to the style of the ribbon, there was always a variation, something that made it a little different from the last.

‘Just in case you want to switch it up.’

As she had smartly said when she had given him his second one. Yet even as his collection grew, the love for the first one grew with it. While the other ones were just as finely made and maybe even richer in style and fabric, the first one with its beautiful purple sheen was still ever his favorite. 

When [Y/n] asked him about it as she watched him take it off one night she was met with silence as he made himself comfortable. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, and brought her close to his side as a soft noise of contentment escaped both of their lips as she cuddled close and looked up at him waiting for an answer. 

Looking down at her with dark eyes that were always so gentle when they were on her, he spoke, 

“I think it’s because it reminds me of our love darling. No matter how much time has passed or how much it has endured day in and day out it keeps it shine. Never dulling, never fraying. I’m truly quite fond of it.”

The light that was in her eyes seemed to brighten as she lifted her hand up to finger through the white strands that framed his face. A smile was offered up to him as she leaned up to bump her nose against his, nuzzling it gently as she stared at him.

“Oh Severus.”  Her whisper was tender, and soft like the touch of his fingers that went to hold her side. “I love you, darling.”

“As do I [Y/n], as do I.” He answered back to her, eyes glinting with adoration as he pressed their lips together gently in the dimly lit room that felt warm with affection and care that would always be there for them both.

A/N: Long white-haired Snape is 👌👌👌 Like it's just an image I love so much. His hair tied up as he sits with his wife in their cottage just being cute together. It makes my heart hurt and wobble yet also tight with happiness. Anywhose thanks for stopping bye and reading

Feel free to scream at me as always ^^!

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[ikoinsblog]

Summery: drawing Ellie nude for the first time.

Warnings: MDNI! nsfw.

Ellie shifted on the bed to settle herself better. “I have never been drawn before,” she said after a few minutes of silence. “Will it bother you if I talk while you work?”

“No, that’s fine. Just try to stay still.”

“Of course. Have you ever drawn a woman naked before?”

“Sort of. Dina fell asleep one evening after she’d been swimming and I sketched her.”

“And why did you choose to draw her at such a moment? Did you find her image pleasing?”

“She’s very beautiful.” You offered Ellie a quick grin. “Mostly I just draw people when I think they’re going to stay still long enough for me to do a good job of them.”

“Ah, I see. So the sight of her kindled no excitement in you?”

“Not at the time. A sleeping woman doesn’t really offer much appeal to me.”

Ellie chuckled. “I see my line of questioning is going to be defeated.” She paused. “And what about now?” she asked in a low voice. “Do you find me pleasing?”

You were no longer such a stranger to questions intended to seduce you. “You don’t need me to tell you you’re attractive, Ellie. I’ve heard some of the girls talking about your beauty. They’re not shy about offering praise where praise is due.”

Ellie pouted. “I know what others think. I am interested in your opinion. Be honest. Does the sight of me like this have no effect on you at all?”

You didn’t stop your careful drawing, but you did let your eyes linger over Ellie’s more intimate attributes. “Honestly? I think you look ravishing. And I think you’ve seduced enough women in your life that you could hazard a guess as to how you’re affecting me.” You waggled your eyebrows, pleased to see how your blunt reply took Ellie by surprise. “Were you planning on personally testing my level of excitement later on?”

Ellie stared at your in astonishment, clearly taken aback. Seeing the amusement glittering in your eyes, she laughed. “You have grown bold, little one,” she said. “Do not think the change has gone unnoticed. I saw the way you were teasing me this morning. Do you realize how close I came to taking you right there in the pool?”

“I have a fairly good idea. But I didn’t think you’d mind the show, and I liked the way you were responding to me.”

“Oh, my body needs little incentive to respond to your presence, I assure you. Like right now, for instance...” Ellie sighed as her left hand shifted subtly down her body, fingertips caressing her skin lightly. “I can feel your eyes on my body like a kiss of flame. Just being with you like this, naked, exposed...I cannot help but feel aroused.”

You paused in your work to allow yourself a moment just to look at Ellie, and you suddenly noticed how stiff her nipples had become, how her breathing had grown shallower. It took you a moment to realize that Ellie’s left hand had ventured lower, and you gasped when you saw those long, slender fingers begin to stroke over glistening, intimate flesh. “Wh- what are you doing?”

Ellie’s eyes were smoky with pleasure as she fed off her own lust. “What does it look like I am doing?”

“I know what it looks like you’re doing, but...”you trailed off. Ellie didn’t hesitate to clear away any doubts. “I would very much enjoy letting you watch me,” she purred. “It has been a long time since I last pleasured myself; your company would make it much more thrilling.”

You sat very still for a few seconds, considering. “I-I can’t really draw you if you’re moving.” It was the best protest you could come up with.

Ellie’s grin was pure wickedness. “Draw the parts of me that are still,” she instructed, enjoying the game. “If you stop what you are doing, so will I.”

“And when you finish...so will I.” Ellie stroked herself languidly, not hurrying her pleasure but letting it build slowly under your gaze. “Talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Anything. I like the sound of your voice. I like the way it feels against me.” Ellie bent her left leg a little more, allowing for better access to her center. “Perhaps you could tell me about what you did while I was away,” she suggested. “I am greatly interested in hearing more about your new activities...”

It only took you a moment to figure out what Ellie was referring to. “I guess nothing stays private, huh? Maybe I should learn to be quieter.” You giggled, but decided there was little point in being self-conscious about your pre-bedtime ritual, not while you were sitting across from the most spectacularly gorgeous woman in the universe while she gave a very personal demonstration of “self-love.”

“How did you find out about that?”

“Dina.”

“Uh huh, predictably enough.”

“So...”Ellie again arched an eyebrow in invitation. “Tell me about it.”

“What’s to tell? Dina showed me how to do it, and it feels nice.”

“How often do you indulge?”

“I don’t know. Every night, I suppose...and most mornings.”

Ellie’s voice dropped several octaves. “What do you do?

“You don’t look like you need any lessons on the subject.”

“No, but I would like to hear you describe how you touch yourself. In detail.”

You noticed that Ellie was now stroking herself with shorter, more purposeful motions. You sat up straighter in your seat. “You want me to describe how I make myself come?” You asked, lowering the tone of your voice to what you hoped was something seductive.

“Yes.”

“Will it make you wet, hearing how I slide my fingers down over the lips of my clit and let them dance in all that velvet heat?”

“Gods, yessss!”

“How I like to go quicker and pinch my clitoris when I feel the first ripples of climax begin to wash through me...and how I scream out your name while my juices drip down my hand...”

“Gods, please! Yes!”

“Ellie?”

“Mm.”

“I’ve stopped drawing.”You flashed an evil grin. “Aren’t you supposed to stop too?”

“What?”Ellie paused breathlessly, caught off guard by how suddenly the tables had been turned. “W-what are you...?”

“You said you’d stop if I did, so...” you held up your idle pencil, enjoying the thrill of knowing you were in control. “Slow down. I’m not close to being done yet, which means neither are you.”

You watched as Ellie struggled to rein in her libido. It obviously hadn’t occurred to her that supposedly inexperienced girl would take the initiative like this, and the thought thrilled you. Ellie’s fingers returned to her swollen, slick folds.

“All right,”Ellie gasped. “Please, may I ask you to continue?”

You considered the request carefully a moment, watching Ellie rest her fingertips against her excitement in expectation. A brilliant shiver of pure desire rushed through your body with the realization that you were in command here; you would dictate the terms of Ellie’s pleasure and eventual climax. You inclined your head slightly and touched the tip of your pencil to the parchment on your lap.

“Slowly,” you ordered. “Or I’ll stop again and make you wait all night for release.”

Ellie nodded obediently and resumed her caresses at a much more controlled pace. Seeing the look of excitement in your eyes as you settled into your new position of authority,Ellie felt herself grow even wetter.

“Does it feel nice?”

“Huh?” Ellie’s attention, lust-dulled and fuzzy, focused quickly. “What did you say?”

“I asked if it felt nice?”

“Mmmm, yesss.” Ellie’s fingers were coated with her arousal and slid smoothly along the petals of her swollen clit. She moved two fingers lower and started to curl them inwards, but your voice stopped her.

“No.” She shook her head. “Don’t go inside. Just stroke yourself slowly. I like that.”

Ellie whimpered, wanting deeper contact, but reluctantly obeyed your command. “Is this how you touch yourself? Slowly, without penetration?”

You shrugged, splitting your focus between your art and your subject. “I’m still a virgin,” you pointed out. “I can’t touch myself like that yet. But it feels nice anyway. And no, I don’t always go slowly.” A wicked grin spread across your face as you saw your words excite Ellie. “Sometimes I like to do it quickly, and I keep going until I get so dizzy and strained that I have to rest.”

Ellie’s eyes squeezed shut, images of you pleasuring yourself dancing across the insides of her lids. “Gods!” The muscles in her neck strained with the need to move. Her hips were desperate to pick up a rhythm against her fingers, but she fought to hold them still.

“You’re speeding up again,” you warned. “And keep your eyes open. I want you to see me watching you while you do this.”

Ellie’s gaze raked over your figure hungrily, focusing on the swell of your breasts. She licked her lips. “It is difficult to control myself with you so close to me,” she said breathlessly. “You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you.” There was a long pause whiley ou concentrated on sketching. “Do you really find me so pleasing?”

“Of course.”

“More so than the other girls?” Ellie’s movements slowed as she considered the question seriously.

“There are many forms of beauty, but I think I can say with honesty that yours appeals to me the greatest of all I have seen. There is something in you that stirs my heart as well as my loins in a way I have never experienced with any woman before you.”

“And would it excite you to see more of me?”

Ellie’s breathing actually stopped entirely at the query so ingenuously posed. “Yes!” Her expression turned instantly pleading. “Please, let me look upon you!”

“Mm, I’m not sure. How do I know you’ll behave yourself?”

“I promise,”Ellie assured quickly. “I shall do nothing more than look..”

The sly look in your eyes was incredibly sexy. “I don’t know that I can trust you—”

“You can! Please!”

“Wellll...” you chewed your lower lip thoughtfully. “I suppose I could show you a little more of me, but I think I need some incentive first.”

“Incentive?” Ellie didn’t like the look of mischief in those sparkling eyes one bit. “What would you have of me?”

“I don’t really know.” Skilled as she was in reading the desires of other women, Ellie recognized that you were having difficulty sifting through the possibilities to find one you actually had the courage to voice. “Perhaps you could taste yourself,” you suggested shyly after a long moment.

the request was simple enough to fulfill, and she spent a long moment making certain her fingers were thoroughly soaked before bringing them to her lips. Maintaining eye contact,Ellie ran her tongue slowly up each finger in turn, moaning at the familiar flavor of her arousal and enjoying the way you licked your lips unconsciously in reaction. She took her time, wanting to give a good show so she might earn her reward. The prospect of seeing you without the restrictions of clothing was making her dizzy with want.

When her task was completed, Ellie returned her fingers lazily to their assignment between her legs. She lifted an eyebrow at you hopefully. “Is there anything else you wish to see?”

You, who looked dazed from the erotic display, struggled to respond. “I... can’t think of anything right now.”

Ellie teased her fingers up the sensitive skin of her left thigh, then down again to where her heat was greatest. “So, may I see more?”

“Oh yes...more would be nice...” you murmured.

Ellie grinned and waved a hand at you to get your attention. She stared hungrily at your top. “Please?”

“Oh...Right. Sorry.”You laughed a little nervously but set your parchment and lead sticks to the side before reaching for the laces that held the cloth together over your breasts. Slowly, each lace was pulled free, revealing just a little more of your skin.

Ellie whimpered at the torture, wanting to hurry you along with a helping hand but not daring to move lest her reward be revoked. When the cloth was eventually shrugged off and your breasts bared, you sat quietly and allowed Ellie’s eyes to explore you.

Ellie stared for long minutes, her self-pleasuring pausing as she drank in your beauty, committing every detail of that perfect body to memory. You smiled a smile that was half-shy, half-brazen. “You like?”

“You are magnificent!”Ellie breathed in awe. Though Ellie had seen countless women topless, somehow the sight of you became a new experience for her. It wasn’t something she could define, but it felt like she was appreciating the beauty of the female form for the first time. “Divine perfection...”

“I think that might be going a little too far, but thank you.”You gathered your drawing materials up again and resumed your work.

Ellie’s expression fell. “Wait, what...what about?” She gestured to the filmy trousers you still wore.

“Not tonight.”

“But—”

A warning finger stopped her protest cold.

“You promised you’d behave. We’re taking this slowly, remember.” your words were playful yet promising.

Ellie settled back into her pose grudgingly. “Very well. I think you know very well what you are doing to me, little one.”

“True, but from the look of things, I’d say you have little to complain about.” You glanced pointedly to where Ellie’s fingers were actively satisfying her body’s need.

“I would very much like to see the rest of you.”Ellie stroked herself while gazing longingly at your breasts, imagining how they might feel and taste. “Tell me, are you proud of your beauty?”

“What do you mean?”

“Does your beauty please you? You possess exquisite form and features, beauty that others would admire and covet, and yet you display a notable lack of vanity for it. Do you consider such rare grace and splendor to be a blessing or a bane?”

You shrugged. “I guess I like the way I look. It hasn’t ever really mattered much to me before, but...since I met you...” you trailed off with a shy smile.

“something deeper than your beauty stirs my passion for you,” Ellie said. You didn’t respond, but Ellie could see her words had had an effect. “Do you like watching me while I do this? Does it arouse you to see how deeply you affect me?”

You refused to raise your eyes, instead concentrating on your artwork. “It does. I think a person would have to be dead not to be affected by what you’re doing.”

“Mm.”Ellie could feel her need reaching a critical level. “How far are you from completion?”

“Not far. Why?”You asked. “Feeling anxious?”

“I will not last long with you teasing me this way.”

“Then perhaps we should stop for a few minutes.”You lifted your pencil threateningly. “Do you need some time to compose yourself?”

Ellie growled, but stilled her fingers obediently. “Do not stop. Please, I want to finish.”

You continued. “All right, then. I’ll tell you when you can come.”

Ellie breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” As she caressed herself, she studied you curiously, noting the signs of arousal in you. “When you leave here and return to your room , what will you do?

“I don’t know,” you said. “I guess I might go to sleep.”

“Sleep?”Ellie pouted, realizing she had been played again. “Will your body not require...satisfaction? A release of tensions after what I have shared with you?”

“Maybe.”

“And?”

You shook your head with a little chuckle. “And what? I guess I’ll do pretty much the same thing you’re doing now, only without quite so much patience!”

“You will think of me as you pleasure yourself?”

“I usually do,”you admitted.

“Will you be vocal?”

“You really like those details, don’t you?”

“Your voice arouses me, as does the thought of you touching yourself.”

“Maybe I should just show you so you don’t have to wonder anymore.” Scarlet raced acrossy your face almost as fast as an expression of excited approval spread across Ellie’s “I-I didn’t mean that—”

“I would love to watch you! Please? We could do it together, feed off the other’s image. It would be wonderful!”

“No.”

“I would promise not to touch you! I would not even speak if you do not wish it!”

“I-I can’t—”

“Why not?”

You opened your mouth to explain, but obviously couldn’t find the right

words. “I just...I can’t, that’s all. Not yet.”

Ellie’s face fell. “Very well, ” she said softly. “I will respect your wishes.”

Silence descended for long minutes, broken only by the low scratching of your pencil on parchment and the irregular. “Ellie?”

“Yes, little one?”

“I do like the idea.”

Ellie’s expression softened. “When you are ready to share such intimacies with me,” she said, “do not allow fear or embarrassment to stop you from letting me know it. I wish only for your pleasure.”

“And I appreciate that.”You paused, then added very quietly, “I really would like to let you watch me. The thought of it is extremely arousing.”Your free hand went to your left breast and began to trail lightly over the sensitive flesh. Seeing how fixed Ellie’s focus had become, you suddenly realized what you were doing and halted your touches. You cocked an eyebrow at the other woman’s disappointed groan.

“You like my breasts?”

“Very much.”

“Mm.” your fingers circled the hard nub of your nipple, shivering at how sensitive you had become. “I like yours, too.”

By now, Ellie’s entire body glistened under a film of sweat and she was trembling with the force of her need. “No more teasing, I beg of you! Finish your picture.”

You realized Ellie wouldn’t last much longer, and that if pushed, her self-control would snap. Abandoning your breast, you began adding the final touches to your artwork. “You can go inside now,” you allowed, seeing Ellie’s body trying to find a rhythm. “Don’t touch your clitoris until I tell you to.”

Ellie released a heavenly sigh as she slid two fingers into her core. She thrust in and out slowly, eyes locked on your upper body. The scent of sweat and sex filled the room with a familiar perfume.

You finished shading the last section of your picture and, after a moment spent contemplating your creation, calmly set the parchment and pencils aside. Folding you hands in your lap, you watched Ellie expectantly. “All right...let me see you come.”

The request itself, coupled with the expression on your face, was more than enough to throw Ellie over the precipice of pleasure. Her body fell back against the pillows behind her as her legs splayed open fully. The muscles in her neck strained as her hand moved furiously against her clit. With a primal, joyous roar,Ellie felt the waves of ecstasy roll through her with blinding force. When she felt them begin to ebb, she split two fingers along the shaft of her clitoris and squeezed gently while massaging with firm strokes. Almost instantly, the practiced, knowing ministrations sent the thrill of orgasm crashing through her again. Ellie could feel her body pumping out fluids as she maintained her climax for several long, agonizingly sweet moments, only stopping when she hadn’t strength enough to continue. Collapsing, exhausted, she dragged air into her lungs in desperate gasps.

You knew you were soaked with arousal as you watched Ellie succumb to climax. It was a struggle just to keep your breathing steady as you stared at the other woman writhing on the bed before you, wanting desperately to join her and aid in her pleasure but lacking sufficient courage to do so. You squirmed a little in your seat, squeezing your legs together and enjoying the sensation of tense excitement that built in your center.

After several moments her eyes opened and Ellie sat up, smiling languidly at you. You returned the smile. “You’re loud,” you remarked.

Ellie laughed. “So, I hear, are you.”

“Yeah, well...”you could feel the color spreading all the way down your chest. “It’s hard not to get carried away.”

“Indeed.”Ellie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “So, may I see your picture?”

“Of course.”You reached over and picked up the parchment, collecting your top at the same time. Standing on somewhat weak legs, you handed the sketch to Ellie before slipping the top back on, laughing at the disappointed groan as you covered your breasts.

Ellie studied the drawing. You knew you had done a good job; while the art didn’t portray what Ellie had actually been doing, it managed to capture her expression of fierce desire perfectly, along with the sexual tension that galvanized her body. The lighting gave a wonderful contrast over her muscular form.

“I am flattered by the attention you have paid to every detail. Your talent humbles me,” she said.

You lowered your head modestly. “I’m glad you like it.”

“You captured the moment well, though I think a few activities went unrecorded.” Ellie’s eyes sparkled playfully.

“Yeah, well...I didn’t quite feel comfortable drawing you exactly as you were.”

“Mm.” Ellie studied the picture for a few moments longer. “May I keep this?”

“Of course. I drew it for you.”

“Thank you. I shall treasure it always.”

“You’re welcome.”You turned away from the longing in Ellie’s gaze, moving back a few paces to put some distance between.

Ellie was dripping with animal sensuality at that moment, resplendent after her climax and smelling of sex and sweat. It was an intoxicating combination, and you knew it wouldn’t take much for you to let lust consume your senses.

Seeming to recognize the effect she was having on you, Ellie grabbed her discarded robe and donned it. “The night is yet young. Perhaps we could go for a walk?”

“Uh, I’d like that but not tonight.” You paused, knowing it was foolish to feel self-conscious after the show Ellie had given you. “I think I have some urgent needs that require immediate attention.”

“Ah.” Ellie grinned unrepentantly. “I am pleased to have caused in you such a condition.”

“I bet you are.”

By Amber Jacobs.

*

What if… Part 4!

WLW book recommendations!

‘What if Ellie was character in my favourite lesbian books.’

Nights of the silk and sapphire by Amber Jacobs.

‘Abducted from a land of wealth and privilege, Dae is chained to a slaver’s caravan crossing the vast Jaharri desert. It is a strange world of blistering sun, rolling dunes, and wind-carved plains, ruled by the Scion Zafirah Al’Intisar, a powerful and mysterious woman with seductive eyes of sapphire blue.When Zafirah liberates the caravan the rescue Dae prayed for is not as it seems; Zafirah’s carnal appetite is legendary. Dae is taken into Zafirah’s harem, a decadent world of excess and sexual freedom.At first, Dae struggles with desires she has never before experienced, but as love and lust collidethese two women slowly forge a bond as one learns to listen to her heart, and the other to the call of her awakening body.’

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #the last of us #wlw #lgbtq

[k-marzolf]

from you the flowers grow.

*roommate au, drinking/drunkenness, fluff, kissing, fem!reader*

Words; 639.

You were innocently eating a spring roll, when Maria spoke slyly; “So, Billy.” She smiled, and she and Karen shared a glance.

You swallowed, “What about him?” You asked, popping a crab roll in your mouth. God, this take out place made the best sushi.

“He’s cute.” Karen giggled over her glass of wine.

“He’s beautiful,” you said, grabbing some more food with your chopsticks.

“Uh huh. Have you jumped his bones yet?” Maria asked, making you choke on the sushi, and Karen elbowed her.

“Maria,” you said innocently, “Beautiful men like Billy don’t want chubby girls like me.”

Maria scoffed, “Are you that oblivious to how he looks at you?” She asked, grabbing some tempura.

You shrugged, “He doesn’t look at me in any way.” You said, fighting Karen for the last crab roll. Karen won, so you begrudgingly sipped Frank’s whiskey.

You curled your lip, and Maria raised an eyebrow. “Thought you’d liked whiskey?”

“Billy’s whiskey.” You said, making the two women share another glance.

“Billy shares his Tennessee Honey with you?” Karen asked.

You gave her a dry look; “It’s not a marriage proposal, Kare-Bear.” You said, exasperated.

Maria looked smug; “Might as well be, the way he guards that stuff.”

“I’m not having another girls’ night with you two, ever again.” You pouted.

They both laughed.

“Come on, you’re saying you wouldn’t tap that ass?” Karen asked.

You laughed this time, “Billy looks like the type to be the tapper, not the tappee.” You said, cheeks warm.

“Okay, would you let him tap it?” asked Maria.

You simply sipped at the piss-poor whiskey. Your silence was an answer enough and both women smirked, as you stubbornly ignored them, feeling a little light from the alcohol.

&&&

Later that night, you stumbled into the apartment, throwing your keys down and giggling as you moved over to sit next to Billy.

He smelled good. Like old spice, and orange peels, or something.

“Frank’s whiskey isn’t good like yours,” you complained, snuggling into his side, his gray sweater soft, and warm.

Billy laughed, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “But then you wouldn’t get drunk, and amuse me with your lack of inhibitions.” He purred, squeezing you.

You wiggled again, looking up at him. He was watching you through dark eyes, shining with mischief. “Wanna hold your hand,” you blurted, and instantly regretted it, feeling embarrassment descend. Damn it.

Billy raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” He husked, nose brushing yours.

“Yeah.” You whispered, touching his fingers, “They remind me of Dorian Gray, and comfort. Your fingers in my hair, strong and mine.”

He hummed, warm against you as his lips brushed your temple, silent for a moment, and you wondered what he was thinking, and if you’d rambled too much.

You made a soft noise in the back of your throat, as he kissed you making you melt against him as his tongue slowly slid against yours. He pulled back, spit following, “You’re too soft, sweet pea.” He said quietly, a sweet aching for you that he hoped never went away. His fingers touched your thigh, squeezing.

You lowered your eyes, “I’m sorry.” You whispered. Too soft. Too sensitive. Everyone said that.

He crushed you to him, kissing you once, twice, three times. “Don’t be. I want you as you are sweet pea, otherwise you wouldn’t be worth half as much to me.” You made his world less cold.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I wish I was strong like you.” You whispered, eyes closing as your body relaxed against him.

“I think you have a strength that I’ll never have.” He husked. You let out a snore, and he chuckled and laid back with you on the couch, enjoying the heavy weight of you against him.

He fell asleep to the beat of your heart against his.

x

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[writingsofwesteros]

Would you do a part 2 to pure with coryls?

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x Part 1 - HERE

SLIGHT NSFW

Corlys’ seed was deep and had taken root instantly. Your husband’s reaction had not been as strange as you thought it would be. He had accepted it and even become caring even when he knew full well this was not his heir..not his child. The thought alone still had you blushing even as you stared down at the sweet, loving baby boy in your arms.

“He is beautiful.” A soft voice came from the side of you as your head slowly turned. The Princess herself stared back. “Rhaenys…” You softly whispered out to your good mother whilst bringing the babe impossibly close. Your heart was pounding in your ears as the babe began to whimper now; as if sensing your distress.

“He looks just like his father.” Rhaenys hummed. Your tongue moved over your bottom lip in a nervous manner. “He does…” You couldn’t help but agree. What father Rhaenys was talking about was beyond you..nor did you truly want to know. Your delicate fingers gently brushed over his fat cheeks and you couldn’t stop the smile tugging on your lips.

Your heart continued to pound as Rhaenys leaned in; her soft lips pressed on your temple. “You did well.” Her compliment flooded you with unease. “Thank you.” You whispered out; the words falling from your lips without care. Gods, your heart felt as if it could explode with the amount of love pouring into it. Gently, you rocked your calming son.

“I should settle him down..” You gently whispered out; hoping Rhaenys would leave on her own accord instead of any dismissal. “Of course…of course..” Rhaenys muttered and locked eyes with you once more as she stepped back. Your heart was still pounding as you watched the Princess gracefully leave the room as you gulped.

“Shhh, here you go..you are safe here.” You leaned in and sweetly pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. Your smile only widened as your sweet babe began to fall asleep.”Such a good boy.” You whispered to yourself. Finally, you felt as if you could breathe as you were left alone with your darling child in your arms.

The quietness continued until you began to hum a gentle lullaby from your own childhood. Gently, you placed your now sleeping son into the cot. The scenes of water and sea horses decorated around him. Your hand moved down his cheek once more as you only stood there for a moment longer; just staring and watching over him.

“I see he is settling.” Your eyes flashed to the door in front of you with a soft gulp as the familiar, deep voice came over you. “Corlys..” The name fell from your lips before you could stop yourself. Your hand tightened its grip on the cot as you only stared. His eyes were dark but soft as he began to step closer to you.

“I thought you were away.” You whispered out; softly gulping as you stayed in the same spot. Corlys slowly moved around the cot and moved his eyes over the sleeping babe. His sleeping babe, you thought to yourself as your hands came together. Nervously, you began to play with your fingers as he only stepped closer.

“Hmm, I could not stay away from this.” Corlys purred. A smirk was tugging on his lips even as he tried to hide it. “Did you miss me?” Your heart was pounding in your ear at his questions as you softly began to chew on your bottom lip. To save yourself from anymore embarrassment; you turned towards the babe once more.

Still, Corlys only stalked closer. His larger hand is moving to your hip now. The small touch had you gasping and his dark chuckle echoed out into the room. “Hmm, I have missed you.” He purred. You forced yourself to keep from looking at him as you ducked your head. Gods, what had you done, you thought to yourself.

“You did?” You hated yourself for the words coming from your mouth as his smile only widened. “Of course.” Corlys hummed and his larger hand gently moved towards your face now and lifted it up. “I am sorry I was not here.” He continued to whisper; his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as they parted for him.

“We cannot.” You softly began; your heart as ever pounding in your ears as you tried to control yourself. Corlys only hummed and ignored you completely. It had been too long since he was in the same room as you. “Do you not want another?” He purred into your ear; his hand moving up and down your sids as he leaned in.

“Corlys!” You softly gasped out; eyes so wide as his chuckling only continued. His smirk tugged on his lips once more. “I do want another…” Corlys continued as his hand slowly moved to your stomach now; gently stroking. Your head turned towards the still shut door as you gulped. This was so wrong..you shouldn’t do this.

His hand moved towards the back of your neck and without thought you leaned into the touch. You had been so lonely. His thumb began to stroke your neck some more as your eyes fluttered. Your heart skipped a beat as you gulped once more. “Such a good girl I have.” The praises had your eyes drooping for a moment. 

The sea Lord only leaned in; your noses brushing and soon his lips were passionately capturing your own. A whimper escaped you once more as you locked eyes with him. Your hand reaching for his shirt and clutching it. Shivers ran down your spine as you leaned into the act; the kiss only becoming more passionate now.

His tongue pushed in without asking as you whimpered even more. The kiss soon becomes messy as you melt against his muscled chest. Your eyes fluttered shut as you began to softly moan against him. His larger hand moving to your arse now; pulling you impossibly close as you gasped against him. Your stomach is tightening in anticipation.

Slowly and without you truly knowing; Corlys began to back you up towards the bed. The back of your legs knocking into it. A soft gasp escaped you once more as you bounced onto the bed. His lips soon on your soft ones once more as you arched from the sheets. Your fingers moving into his hair now as you struggled to fight; as if you truly wanted to.

His free hand began to move under your soft night shift. Goosebumps began to appear over your skin with ease. Your head fell back onto the pillows as he began to move his mouth down your neck. All you could do was whimper his name. His larger hand gently cupped your weeping pussy as you moaned out his name.

“This is wrong…” You softly whimpered out some more; those eyes of yours so big as you chewed nervously on your bottom lip. Corlys only hummed; his larger fingers brushing your soaked folds that had you arching from the bed. His thumb brushed over your sweet, sensitive clit. Your wetness gushed from the small touch.

A sharp gasp escaped you when two of his thicker fingers pushed in; curling expertly at the soft spot seemingly he could only find. You could feel your stomach tightening already in anticipation as you locked eyes with him. Corlys leaned closer, lovingly capturing your soft lips as a way of muffling those moans of pleasure escaping you.

Your tongues began to dance as you forgot about your surroundings completely. All that mattered was Corlys. His fingers only quickened now as your body melted for him. His smirk only widening as you gave in. “Good girl…there you go..” Corlys continued to whisper sweet nothings as you arched from the bed; riding his fingers.

#corlys velaryon x reader #request #hotd fanfic #hotd smut

[th3-st0ryt3ll3r]

Reunion

Moss sat happily in her cottage, watching the story from her house in the beyond, She saw her loved ones and friends having their happy endings, she sipped her hot chocolate, humming and rocking in her rocking chair, it was all so lovely and peaceful, suddenly there was a knock on the door. Moss set down her hot chocolate on the table, she hadn't been warned by the writer about any visitors from the story, and no one she knew was currently asleep, so who could it be? She walked over to the door and her shacky hand hovered near the handle, what if it was an unsavoury or evil character the writer accidentally let in, or her kid? Gods, how would she explain to star that the mommy she grew up with wouldn't ever come home?! she went back and checked the portal to the story again, star was awake, so it wasn't her....

The knocking came again, Moss began to sweat and back away from the door, the knocking wasn't harsh but she recognised from somewhere, she checked again that everyone she knew couldn't possibly be here, and sure enough, no one was asleep. What cruel twist of fate could be behind the door? What- then Moss remembered, she wasn't in the story, she was free, the writer controls who enters this plane of exsistence, so its gonna be ok... the knocking came again, and there was a yell from behind it that froze Moss in her tracks.

"Sissy! Sissy! Open the door!" The excited childs voice rung in her ears, tears formed in moss's eyes, she couldn't move or make any sort of noise.

"Poppy, calm down, your sister is probably overwhelmed..." another voice said "Moss, Darling, are you in there?" The older, softer Said through the door, moss looked at the door, still frozen in place, shaking, tears falling silently, she wanted to yell, to run and open the door, to just do SOMETHING.

Then the third voice came "Hey... little leaf, it's ok, you are ok, we can wait!" The calming voice throught the door, moss tried to calm down but her head was swirling, her eyes blurry from tears, she managed to stagger over to the door, with a shaking hand she unlocked it and turned the handle, her legs shaking, as the door opened she lost her balance and fell...

right into the arms of her mother, who helped her to her feet, only to be knocked over again by the little girl running and hugging her. "SISSY!!!!!" She screamed as she wrapped her arms around moss, moss began to fall again but was caught in a hug by a girl who looked 17, wearing green "hey little leaf, good to see you..."

Moss sobbed as all three hugged her. A family Reunited. Moss couldn't speak, she was so overwhelmed, after she had calmed down slightly, she began to speak in a shaky voice "Poppy... Daisy... mom... you are here!!! You all havent aged a day!" Moss says as she turns to the little girl. "Poppy, my little sister...oh i have missed you, little sheep..." moss kisses Poppy's forehead before she turns to the teenager "Daisy, big sis, I missed you so much... wait, if you haven't aged, does that make me the older sister?" She smiles. Daisy smiles and shrugs "guess so, little leaf"

"hey sissy! You promised that one day that we could have a cat!" Poppy says, remembering, she was right, moss had promised Poppy on her deathbed that she'd have a cat someday and they'd live free under the stars among the flowers, and have a happily ever after. "Poppy! Give your sister a break!" Moss's mother (Rose) says to Poppy. "Would you all like to come have some cake?" Moss smiles.

a few months later, the three sisters and their mum lie down in a flower meadow, talking about their favourite stories and how beautiful the stars are. There's a purring next to Poppy as the ginger furball curls up next to her, Daisy and rose lie either side of moss. "Yknow, everyone got their final wish, Poppy got her cat, you avenged me and carried on for mum.... did you have a final wish, Moss?" Daisy turns her head to look at moss.

"yknow, I did actually." Moss smiles

"what was it?" Daisy turns her head back as everyone looks at the sky, it's filled with sparkling stars, moss takes a deep breath before smiling.

"to be happy."

[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 7- Toys

Valkyrie x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 965

Warnings- smut (18+ only), established relationship, slight voyeurism, masturbation, toys

Notes- Valkyrie my love!!! I had a lot of fun writing this one too!! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​ (and also thank you for your input with this one too)!

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“Sorry I’m so late, love,” Valkyrie walked through the doorway of your shared bedroom, “Meetings ran late and you would not believe how stupid some of these countries leaders are…” she stopped in her tracks when she saw you spread out on the bed with just a sheet to cover your body. 

You had a glazed over expression on your face, and you looked like you rushed to cover yourself up. One arm pinned the sheet to your body while the other was hidden underneath. Even through the cover, Valkyrie saw the way your chest rose and fell with your deep breaths, and her skin heated up as she studied the outline of your figure through the sheet.

“It’s alright babe,” your voice was soft yet strained, “I must have fallen asleep…”

A smirk lit up her face, “Is that so?” her voice dropped as she swaggered over to the bed and ghosted her fingers over your body, “So I wouldn’t find any surprises under the sheet now, would I?”

There was a challenge in her eyes, and it made you swallow hard, “N-no…” You didn’t even convince yourself with that reply.

“Oh come now, doll,” Valkyrie purred, “Why don’t you be a good girl for me and show me what I’ve been missing today?”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as she ran her hand up your leg and cupped at your core through the sheet. Your eyes fluttered shut and you dropped your head down onto the pillow as Valkyrie teased the toy that sat nestled inside you. 

“Val…” you breathed as you slowly rocked your hips in the same rhythm as she cupped at your cunt.

“Look at me,” she whispered.

Instantly, you blinked your eyes open, too weak against her to deny anything she asked of you. As your eyes met hers, you let out a gasp at how sexy she looked in the perfectly tailored suit she still wore. Her gaze burned into you, and without another word, you slowly pushed the sheet down to reveal your naked body inch by inch.

Just like Valkyrie liked to tease you, you decided to tease her back and moved the sheet down agonizingly slowly.  First, you revealed your collarbones, then your breasts, then your stomach. With every new part of you exposed, you saw her swallow hard and fight to keep herself in control. As much as she was your weakness, you were hers.

“Baby you’re so beautiful,” she whispered as he took her hand away and pulled the sheet the rest of the way down to reveal your pussy with a clear dildo stuff inside. “Very beautiful,” her voice dropped as she positioned herself between your parted legs. 

“Val… Please…”

She smirked again and it made your pussy clench around the toy, “Since you asked so nicely, dear…”

Valkyrie leaned forward so that she was on all fours overtop of you, her leg positioned right at your cunt. The moment her knee made contact with the base of the dildo, you let out a loud moan and bucked your hips along her leg. You grabbed ahold of her arms on either side of you as you rutted against her. 

“That’s my girl,” she cooed as she watched you desperately fuck yourself. Her own arousal burned within her, but she saved it off. Right now, Valkyrie just wanted to watch you come undone for her.

“Please,” you begged, “Need more… Need you…”

Valkyrie cupped the side of your face and soothed you, “I’ve got you, love,” she whispered before she leaned forward and captured your lips with hers in a heated kiss. She swallowed the moan you let out as she lowered herself to cover your body with hers.

Suddenly filled with her own desperation, Valkyrie kissed her way down your body until she reached your pussy. She paused for a moment and admired the sight of how your lips wrapped around the clear toy, but a needy whine broke her out of her thoughts. She could admire you when she was done with you, and really savor the way you look after she thoroughly wrecked you. 

She leaned forward again and placed a soft kiss on your pussy before she dared her tongue out and tasted your cunt. You screamed in pleasure as he lapped at your clit a few times, but you didn’t have the chance to fully relish the feeling before she abruptly pulled back.

You let out a whimper as you felt the climax that already started to build disappear. But, Valkyrie didn’t leave you hanging for long, and without warning, she grabbed the dildo and thrusted it in and out of you at a fast and harsh pace. You dropped your head down and cried as she filled you with the toy over and over again.

Before long, you felt your orgasm start to build again and tears filled your eyes as you felt your entire body warm, “Val… I’m gonna…”

“Come on, doll,” she purred as she sped up her pace, “Cum for me… Be my good girl.”

That was all it took to send you completely over the edge. With a loud scream and your fists tightly clutching the sheet, you came hard. Your body trembled as she hit that sweet spot inside you over and over again with the toy until you felt so wonderfully overwhelmed.

When you whimpered, Valkyrie slowed her thrusts, but left the toy buried inside you, “That’s my girl,” she cooed as she hovered over you once more, “You know, I like coming home to this,” she said before she kissed you again.

You smiled against her, “Let me repay the favor?” you asked in a sultry tone.

“Later,” she smirked, “I’m not done with you yet…”

#valkyrie x reader #valkyrie x you #valkyrie imagine #valkyrie #tessa thompson #valkyrie fic #valkyrie x female reader #valkyrie fanfic #valkyrie fanfiction #valkyrie x y/n #thor fanfiction #thor fic #thor fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel fic #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfiction #mcu fic

[sajirah]

The Prison Chapter Five

Dream A Little Dream of Me

It's creepy island time again! As always, you can read the new chapter here or on AO3. Cheers.

-o0o-

She was beautiful and vicious and his.

Her mind like the finest of wines. He could drink it. Swim in it. Let himself soak and luxuriate in everything that made her her until the stars burned out.

He adored her.

And he was terrified that one day soon she would slip through his fingers, unnoticed and unmourned. Taken from him by the wolves of this island who called themselves humans.

She didn’t understand.

He couldn’t lose her.

He couldn’t.

-o0o-

“Would you like that?” Rhys purred in her ear. They were in some sort of townhouse this time, lazing in front of a roaring fire while snow fell silently outside the window. “I would. I would like nothing more than to see you soft and safe and happy.”

“I’m not though.” Feyre was too much of a pragmatist not to point out the obvious. “Soft and safe and happy.”

Perhaps she was those things in these dreams…but what about when the sun rose? Rhys always seemed to disappear come morning and she never saw hide nor hair of him again until the sun had sunk below the horizon. And even then, it was only as the animals he would…inhabit? Possess?

His grip on her tightened reflexively.

“No,” he admitted softly. He sounded…pained. “Only as much as I am allowed.”

“Allowed?” Her brows furrowed.

“Amarantha’s curse does more than limit my freedom. It limits my…influence. My power.” She felt his fingers worry at her own like a nervous habit. “If I were free I could crush the minds of those creatures and spirit us away from here. Instead my power is relegated to the night.”

Creatures. He was talking about the other prisoners Feyre realized, shivering.

“Why only the night? What are you, Nosferatu?”

She thought of the creature from the film she’d seen with her sisters once, back when they had a few extra nickels to spare after selling some old jewelry to pay rent. Feyre had wanted to buy paint but she’d been outvoted by her older sisters who were desperate to cling to any vestige of their old life. Even if it was just seeing a film about a creepy monster man who burned in the sun at the end.

Rhys seemed amused by her thoughts.

“Nothing quite like that,” Rhys chuckled, reading her thoughts. “My power aligns with the night. Darkness. Shadows. Nightmares.”

“If you’re trying to give me a nightmare you’re doing a terrible job.” She said drily, motioning to the cozy room around them.

“No,” he insisted. “No nightmares for you. Never for you.” He said it the way a lover would. As if he could truly keep all of her bad dreams away.

If only he could do that for the waking nightmare that was her life these days.

“And that is why you must remain close,” Rhys whispered in her ear, playful and yet utterly serious. “I cannot help you in the daylight. If you stray too far who knows what would happen to you…”

It should’ve sounded like a threat. Perhaps it was. Mostly it just sounded like desperation to Feyre. But desperation for what?

“Okay,” she whispered back. “I won’t go near the beach.”

Rhys grinned, his teeth gleaming in the firelight.

“Good.”

-o0o-

Her dreams were growing increasingly more salacious by the day.

They were on a beach this time, the sound of crashing waves nearly drowning out her cries and the smack of skin on skin as Rhys drove into her mercilessly.

This had become something of a nightly ritual for them. She would fall asleep, he would spin together a beautiful fantasy for her, she would argue with him, and then they would fuck like it was their last night on earth.

Except for this night.

Because just as she could feel her release building to its crescendo…he stopped.

Feyre let out a frustrated moan, squirming and digging her nails into her lover’s back, but it was like he had forgotten she was even there. Those violet eyes had gone distant and glassy, staring right through her.

“Why’d you stop?!” She cried irritably.

He was only gone a few moments, but it felt like a lifetime before she saw his features soften and he rocked into her once more.

“My sweet girl,” he crooned into her ear as if nothing had happened. “So impatient.”

And before she could demand to know where he’d gone he hiked her leg higher onto his hip and thrust any and all thoughts right out of her head.

It was only the next morning that she realized what had stolen his attention away from her the night before. She very nearly tripped right over him on her usual morning excursion.

A man lay underneath a tree not far off from where she’d bedded down last night.

A dead man.

A very dead man.

She stared at him and all she could think was that he looked just like the dead animals Rhys brought her every night for her dinner. Creatures he could puppet and dispose of as easily as if he were slipping on an old shirt.

Perhaps the man had wandered too far into the forest. Gotten too close to a slumbering Feyre, blissfully unaware of his presence. Whatever had happened, he had paid the price for it. How many times had Rhys warned her to stay away from the beach? Clearly he wasn’t just keeping her from the other prisoners, but them from her as well.

Silently, she turned around and walked back the way she’d came.

-o0o-

She was in another dream again. This time they were on a boat. A barge really. It floated just off the shore of some harbor glitterering in the night. Feyre glanced sidelong at her perpetual nighttime companion as he pursed his lips and leaned more heavily on the railing. This was the part where he usually charmed and wooed her but he seemed strangely…sedate tonight.

“Are you alright?”

Rhys glanced sidelong at her with those strange purple eyes of his. Maybe it was just the dream exaggerating things, but they seemed to glow in the night, like a cat’s.

“I’m just enjoying the scenery.”

The words sounded hollow. Like he was trying to convince himself more than her.

“Yes, it’s a very pretty scene you’ve made for us tonight,” Feyre said wryly. Then added, “You know…I’d never seen the ocean until now.”

That seemed to finally pull Rhys from his thoughts.

“Really?” He said curiously, and she saw his eyes go unfocused which was always a sign he was rifling through her head again. “Hmmm…I suppose that’s true.”

“Is this a real place? Like, that city over there?” She pointed at the glittering harbor.

“Oh yes. The Summer Court. I’d only ever been there once. Before…”

She knew what he meant without him needing to finish though. Before the island. Before some witch had stolen his life and trapped him here forever. A thought occurred to Feyre then. Something she hadn’t even considered before.

“Where did she go?”

“Hmm?”

“That woman. The one who trapped you here.”

Those pretty lips of his twisted into a grimace.

“Amarantha.” He said the name like a poison.

“That’s the one.”

He was quiet for a long time. Then, “It doesn’t matter now.”

Feyre frowned. Maybe it didn’t matter to him, what with him trapped with her here on this god forsaken island, but it certainly mattered to her if some strange faerie woman with magic was out wandering the world her sisters lived in.

“Who can say.”

She let out a frustrated snarl.

“I do! I say! Where is this bitch? If I can’t know I need to at least warn my sisters! They don’t know there’s some crazy lady out there! I need to…I just need to figure out how…” she trailed off, realizing exactly how ridiculous she sounded. What was she planning to do exactly? Put a message in a bottle and hope the ocean somehow carried it directly into one of her sisters’ waiting arms?

Rhys gathered her into his arms and Feyre didn’t even bother to fight him. What was the point? This was her life now. She would die on this island and her sisters would remain blissfully unaware of the alien danger lurking somewhere in the world.

“I would take you from here if I could.”

They were pretty words. But meaningless. Neither of them was getting off this island.

“Not unless Amarantha herself marches here and allows me the pleasure of slitting her throat.”

She looked up at him.

“So…her blood will break the curse?”

“More or less.” He allowed. “But you have to know she will never come here. She’s many things, but she’s no fool.”

Feyre deflated a bit.

“So much for villains returning to the scene of the crime.”

They both fell silent after that but Feyre couldn’t help but feel something nagging her at the back of her mind. Amarantha…why was that name familiar?

Oh well. Not like it mattered now. She was sure it would come to her eventually.

#the prison #acotar fanfiction #my fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[cometcon]

I did it. I wrote fanfic for Helluva Boss. It's consuming my mind. XD

So I was looking through the Striker tag on here for more of my favourite bastard snakey boi and found this really neat artwork. :D

And it's a really interesting concept and the artwork is so well done and they've kept just enough of Striker's sinister energy in the images that my brain just wouldn't leave me alone about it. And it got me thinking: Redeemed Striker cuddling up to Moxxie for warmth is definitely cute and even I love it (and I'm aromantic as fuck XD ). But would it be possible to write something with the same basic concept, just making it a different scenario to involve my first impression of Striker instead, without having to redeem and develop Striker first? Can I have my cake and eat it too? XD

I've changed my mind since I first posted this so here's the freshly edited new introductory waffle:

I want to flesh this out a little and write it as a whole oneshot partnered with my Blitz/Striker fic which is also set during Harvest Moon and maybe ending along the lines of the events in the canon episode, but in the meantime my brain churned out about 800 words for the specific prompt. I think I'm leaning for the fic being about Moxxie's perspective of Striker arriving at the farm. Moxxie dislikes him immediately and since Striker is an egotistical supremacist piece of shit he just doubles down on the dickwad behaviour, but keeps it subtle enough for Blitz and Millie to do their usual thing of overlooking Moxxie's concerns about things they don't see as a problem/threat/red flag (I promise I'm not hating on them; I love their characters but also sometimes it does seem like a fair bit of the shit Moxxie gets dragged into could have been avoided if they'd listened to him. XD Though then we wouldn't have the show so again, not complaining, just playing with it. Don't kill me lol.) And Moxxie understandably gets sick of Striker's shit and they begin a tit for tat resulting in Moxxie shooting Striker's window 'by accident' and then 'forgetting' to fix it. XD And since they're all sleeping in the farm house, Striker chooses to escalate with a cruel and unusual punishment...

Behold, my first ever attempt at dark fluff. XD

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The sound of the door opening and soft light spilling across the room made Moxxie's eyelids flicker, a low growl of annoyance building in his chest. 

Millie had a bad habit of laughing off their boss' infuriating behaviour, finding it amusing. Cute, even. Moxxie vehemently disagreed, yet his complaints typically fell on deaf ears, so he usually just endured. But these night-time visits were reaching the absolute line and Moxxie had had enough. He didn't care what his wife said, he was going to fucking murder Blitz if he took even one more step toward-

His back tensed in surprise as the covers lifted, the mattress behind him sinking beneath Blitz's weight. The night had finally come. He'd suspected his boss would escalate, but the fact it was really happening took its sweet time trickling through his outraged mind. Moxxie's vicious attempt to slam his elbow into the licentious imp's gut was too slow and easily thwarted as a large hand latched onto his arm, halting its trajectory. 

"Blitz, I swear to fucking Satan, I will claw your eyes out of your skull and feed them to Luna! Get off me," he hissed quietly, hoping not to wake his snoring wife. She might just tell him to move over and give Blitz more space before falling asleep again anyway. 

Before he could do much else however, a long, clammy, lithe body that was decidedly not Blitz pressed into him, strong arms wrapping around his much smaller form and pulling him closer. His heartbeat accelerated and a bolt of fear shot down his spine. 

"Shouldn't make threats you can't follow up on, rodent." 

Striker's breath wafted over Moxxie's ear in a gentle caress. He shuddered, tugging uselessly at the unyielding grip trapping him against the assassin as he felt Striker curl further, moulding himself into every part of Moxxie he could reach. Moxxie's tail twitched, caught between them and unable to find a gap to escape.

"What the fuck?" 

It should have been a shout, but his throat was tense with fright, the words emerging in an embarrassingly pathetic whimper. One hand searched for Millie, desperately praying he could wake her before they were both slaughtered in their sleep. 

"Quit wriggling," Striker rumbled, fingers lacing through Moxxie's to draw the hand back into his chest. 

"Why are you in here? Get out." 

Moxxie still couldn't manage more than a choked whisper, but the fact there seemed to be no intention of actually harming him allowed a rising indignation to take fear's place. He tried kicking, though that only served to annoy Striker, who immediately enveloped the flailing legs between his own. It was like being stuck in a patch of quicksand; the more Moxxie struggled, the deeper he sank.

"Someone hasn't fixed the wall in my room yet. It's cold." 

That long, spiked tail snaked across Moxxie's shivering skin, coiling around their tangled limbs and draping itself over his abdomen. The quiet rattle as the tip continued upward and settled by his face sent a chill through him and he squeezed his eyes shut. 

"That doesn't mean you get to- mmph!" 

His final, barely audible attempt at protest was swiftly cut off by Striker's free hand covering his mouth. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," came the deceptively soft admonishment, arms and tail constricting in a painful warning. Moxxie groaned and went limp, hoping it would be enough to appease, the understanding he really was at his captor's mercy sinking to the base of his stomach like a concrete brick on the ocean floor. Striker chuckled and thankfully granted him the ability to draw breath after a moment, though he remained tightly entwined with the trembling little body in his clutches, chin resting in mock affection atop Moxxie's head as he murmured, "Good boy. Go back to sleep."

This was just another one of Striker's games, he told himself. If he stayed very still and didn't cause a fuss, his tormentor would get bored and leave. 

Any minute now.

The dark outline of Millie's senseless form under the blanket was silhouetted against the window, her peaceful snores the only sound stirring the atmosphere. Striker's breathing had slowed too, apparently content to stay snuggled against him, leaching his warmth and sanity alike. 

Well, fuck.

When several minutes had passed without any further threat, Moxxie forced himself to relax. There was nothing he could do anyway. If Striker wanted him dead he would be already. Staying alert all night would play right into the other's aims, showing him the intimidation tactics were working the second he saw his victim's tired eyes and frazzled demeanour the next morning. 

Moxxie refused to let him win that easily.

He listened for Millie, his breaths steadying as he timed them to match hers and held the image of her beautiful beaming grin in his mind. Striker was bound to slip up eventually and when he did, Moxxie would be prepared for him. A new thought of slicing the trecherous demon's throat with his own knife flashed through Moxxie's head and he smiled, playing it slowly on loop until he managed to drift off again.

#helluva boss #striker helluva boss #helluva boss striker #striker #helluva boss moxxie #helluva boss millie #helluva boss m&m #m&m #moxxie #millie #blitz #blitzø #striker x moxxie #moxxie x striker #kind of #moxxie x millie #fanfic #helluva boss fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #dark fluff #how did I make cuddling one of the creepiest things ive ever written lol #non-consensual cuddling #idk what else to tag for so let me know if i've missed any warnings #not transformers

[pescabianca]

 I knew when I was small in primary school and only wanted to play with the boys

because the girls made me shy and timid

I knew when I named my childhood tom cat Izzy, after a girl with longe blonde hair who oscillated between being unpleasant to me, or ignoring my existance entirely

I knew when I was slightly obsessed with a girl in my tutor group and went so far as to cut my hair off to look more like her

I knew when I felt a flutter in my chest when I saw Kiera Knightley in Pirates of the Carribean

I knew when I heard my mum explain that it isnt what god wants for us. People think they’re in love. But it’s the devil messing with them

I knew when I was 13 years old and had my first panic attack as I thought I might be a lesbian

I knew when my parents said that if any of their daughters married a woman they would not come to the wedding, because they would not be able to keep the dissappointment off of their faces

I knew when I felt I might have to run away from home

I knew when I went to my first pride march

I knew when I fell for my first girlfriend and wrote long letters full of tiny paintings to her

I knew when we walked down the high street holding eachothers hand. Happy for all to see

I knew when my friend kissed me, and when we entangled our limbs around eachother and held fast to one another as I had to travel back home. “Why didn’t we cuddle like this the other nights?!” she said. I laughed. I haven’t told her I’ve got a crush on her. I don’t think I need to

I knew when I fell in love with Lucy, when we showed eachother our guts and held the worst bits of eachother in such high and sacred regard.

I knew When we agreed to get handfasted.

I knew when the idea of us having a child together made her so happy she almost had to pull over

I knew when a tiny punk psychotherapist bit my shoulder on a pub bench. it left beautiful little blossomed bruises up above the curve of my flesh and it made me smile everytime I caught sight of myself in the mirror

I knew when Georgia and I had a shower together under the waterfall

I knew when she fell asleep on my chest purring like a cat

I knew a thousand times over. Even when it wasn’t safe to know, But it’s safe now.

And my daughter, when she comes into being, will know, with no shadow of doubt, that her two Mums love her exactly as she is.

#queer #lgbtqplus #healing #poetry #queer poetry #i always knew #homophobia #religious abuse #it gets better i promise

[blueberrypancakesworld]

will be interested to see a dark! aemond fic :-)

I tried coming up with an dark One-shot since I had a lot of freedom yet I hope you like it anon

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Little flower

warning : blood , dark themes , implied unwanted pregnancy , obsession

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The storm raged as the personified wrath of the gods as lightning struck one of the towers along with a scream. Chaos. It was chaos in all of King's Landing. The people who did not seek protection hid in the alleys and prayed that it was over. The only one who did not pray but cried out was the young wife of the former Lord of Highgarden. Y/n Tyrell, who until recently was the rose of the house, was now full of torn out thorns.

She had been in the library to get a book for her and her husband for the evening when she noticed the silence that had filled the castle. Besides the fact that most of the servants were already asleep, the royal family had gone on a hunting trip for several days and only the prince and the Tyrells remained.

The prince wanted to immerse himself in his studies and the newly married couple wanted to get some rest and get physically closer again.

Her steps were quiet and quick as she walked from the library back to the room they shared. Carefully she opened the door but when she turned around after closing the door she saw it. A flash of lightning flashed through the night and illuminated the room.

Aemond stood in the middle of the devastated room with an expression of hatred. His sword was in his hand and the blade was bloody. It dripped down from the end and formed a puddle on the stony floor. Her gaze followed the blood and then she saw it.

Her husband, the now former Lord of Highgarden, with a terrified expression on his face. Lying dead on the ground, pierced by Amond's blade right through the heart. And then the scream came over her lips full of fear, grief and panic.

The books fell to the floor and she felt her mind go blank. ,,Aemond...what have you done?" came fearfully from her lips as her hands began to tremble the more she looked into the dead, frightened eyes of her dead husband.

A dark short laugh came from the one-eyed man. ,,Done? Oh, my little flower, not what you wished for," he purred and put away his sword. ,,What?" she said, stunned, and tears began to run down her cheeks. He walked towards her and full of fear she backed away, but after a few steps she bumped into the door. ,,Naive flower, I know how you look at me. I know how you look at me, how you reveal your blossoms and stretch out your tendrils to me," he said, and his hand, stained with blood, was placed on her cheek.

She felt the still warm blood of her husband. It was horrible. She shook her head slightly in fear. ,,N-No Aemond no matter what you think it is not there. I've only ever been nice to you because you're...the prince," she said, seeing the gem flash in his eye. She saw it affect him.

Slowly he shook his head and looked back and forth between her and the dead man, almost confused. ,,It's there, my dear, you just have to let it happen, I've already prepared everything. Nothing holds you here anymore" he said and his hand went from her cheek to her neck. His cold fine fingers enclosed it and her heart beat wildly with fear of what he would do. ,,What have you prepared?" she asked fearfully and her hands held desperately tightly to the wood of the door.

But when a loud roar came from outside she knew what she meant. ,,Vhagar" was the name of the old dragoness that came over her lips. With a jerk she tried to get out of his grip as she realized that otherwise he would simply take her away. But when he pulled her back with a sudden ease and pulled her into an embrace from behind, it was like a bite from the dragon.

His hands wrapped around her trembling body and she looked at her husband in her new position. ,,Clever little flower, I have prepared a beautiful greenhouse for you when you blossom," he murmured and she felt sick as he ran his hand over her belly.

Another flash lit up the night and revealed the fearful expression in the Tyrell's eyes. ,,You're going to look beautiful," he crooned, giving her a kiss as the tears of realization ran down her cheeks. The dragon had already closed its fangs around the flower and could easily burn it. But the flower now she would never escape.

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#x reader #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #aemond x reader #prince aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond x y/n #aemond one eye #aemond fic #house targaryen #hotd #hotd x y/n #house tyrell #vhagar #blood #dark theme

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Soldier’s Princess – Kelvin x Female Reader – Part 2/2

Part 1

Tags: daddy kelvin uwu, fluff and small smut

You were still sitting in the couch, somewhat reclined, looking at Kelvin comfortably leaning on the backrest, with the baby half seated, on his arm, while he gave her a bottle of milk. He looked absolutely natural, as if he had been doing this from the very moment Sophie had been born. Besides, the way he was looking at her, with such tenderness, made him look several times more attractive than he was before.

"You know that myth that says that men who are married with children look more attractive?" You saw his eyes fix on you "I think it's real" You winked at him.

"We're n-not married yet, little thing" He winked back at you "Wait a little... okay?"

"I'm not in a hurry, you're here, that's enough for me" You got a little closer to play with his hair "If you get tired of holding her, tell me"

"No, she's mine." He made a capricious face, setting the empty bottle aside. "You have Daddy's a-a-appetite... Good girl." He gently caressed her plump cheeks.

“Have you taken care of babies before? You're too natural for her to be the first one you hold.” You kept rubbing his scalp.

"I have a five-year-old n-n-nephew... I took care of him a lot w-when he was a baby" He took one of Sophie's hands, watching her grab his finger "D-a-d... I'm dad" He looked at you "Did she say mommy and daddy yet?"

“Mhm” You nodded “A few weeks ago…”

"D-damn, I'm late" He was slightly shocked "Oh no! Ll-l-language! Ssshhhh no more p-p-p-profanity” He glared at Sophie “Right? Daddy has to be polite now... or m-mommy's going to get mad."

"It's very hard to get mad at you acting so adorable." You laughed softly.

"Do you know that Sophie l-laughs just like you?" He saw your curious look "Mhm, don't look at me like that, I'm t-t-telling the truth"

"Well, I did my best to laugh twice as much these months" You became a little more serious "It was... complicated... People who judged me for coming back pregnant, because you weren't here... Being alone, missing you... So I tried twice as hard so she wouldn't notice any of it."

"Oh my g-g-g-goodness..." He caressed your cheek for a long time, saddened "My life... I'm so sorry..."

“I already told you, it's okay…” You smiled back, holding his hand to firmly rub your face between his fingers “Only you and I know the truth, I'm not going to let the comments of people who have no idea what we went through affected me…”

“Were you all a-alone? Did no one help you?" He gently brushed your cheekbone.

“No, my sister was here a lot at the beginning. Now she still comes back some weekends to give me a hand. You're going to know her and you're going to hate her" You laughed "She's as rude as me when we just fell from the helicopter "

"I'm scared then" He thought "She's going to b-b-believe that I was l-l-l-lounging around while you were having my little p-princess"

“Don't worry, she knows that I did complicated… jobs. I told her something, no details, but she knows you were forced away and you had brain damage and all that.” You smiled and pointed your chin at Sophie “Look… just like you.”

Kelvin looked at her daughter, asleep in his arm, which made him smile "A full s-s-stomach is a safe nap... 100% my d-daughter" He looked at you "I'm going to leave her in the crib"

You saw him go, leave her in her crib, cover her well and return taking quick steps to the couch, to sit very close to you and hug you.

"Now yes, time e-e-e-exclusively for my queen" He whispered, smiling, noticing how you filled his cheek with tender kisses "I n-needed your tender love"

“And I needed you…my king…” You purred, moving to sit facing him on his lap.

“Hello, hello…” He looked at you interestedly, caressing your thighs.

"You know?" You caressed his face, looking at his beautiful brown eyes "When I had Sophie I asked to be tying... So we can do all the simulation of looking for a little brother we want, without risk"

"Lady M-m-mercenary, you really think e.everything" He licked his lips, feeling somewhat anxious.

"Former mercenary, Mr. Ex-Soldier" You playfully touched his nose "I am now Mrs. Butcher"

“Do you work in a b-butcher shop?” He saw you nod and started laughing out loud. He hastily covered his mouth as he laughed, trying not to wake Sophie. "S-shit…shh."

"Does this seem weird to you?" You chuckled softly, “Where do you think I learned two-handed stabbing and slicing cannibals? My father was a butcher…”

"How sexy." He laugh more.

"Funny guy" You kissed his forehead hard "God, your laugh gives me a thousand years of life... I love to see you laugh"

"You make me laugh so much b-because you make me e-e-exaggeratedly happy" He caressed your waist temptingly "So, if mom works, dad will s-stay at home taking care of the p-p-princess and doing e-everything a housewife does"

"Well, you did perfectly on the island, you're more than qualified…" You looked into his eyes, touching his chin, sighing softly.

You were silent for a while, just looking into each other's eyes, yearning even more, devouring eachother with your gaze, remembering that now you were safe. Your gaze faded moments before you began to kiss deeply, with the desperation and passion of months apart, growling and purring, hands searching under the clothes, the desire burning the fingers.

“I miss doing it to you…” He growled, his hands feeling your breasts “God… they did g-grow…”

"Motherhood." You half moaned, feeling his erection under his pants.

"My love..." He looked at you as you rubbed a little against his pelvis, your chest close to his face "Let's get m-m-married t-t-tomorrow"

"Didn't you tell me to wait?" You buried your fingers in his hair, looking up at him.

"I c-c-changed my mind..." He smiled at you, winking.

"Done" You smiled "Let's have the bachelor party right now"

He laughed softly, feeling yourwarm body against himself, ready to spend not just the rest of the day with you, but the rest of his life, taking care of you and that little princess he had barely met and already loved more than his own life.

#kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #sotf kelvin #kelvin x reader #sons of the forest

[galraluver]

I got a cute idea for a Sendak x reader. It is a nice summer night, the sky is clear and the air isn't to hot or too cold. Just right. They are laying on a wood, suspended, outdoor swing and the reader is laying on sendak's chest asleep and Sendak is softly singing love songs.

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You're right, that is cute 🥰💕 You know that I love writing soft! Sendak fics, so this'll be super easy

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Sendak purred softly while he slowly swung on the large wooden suspended outdoor swing, his beloved human wife resting on his fluffy chest. Since it was a beautiful summer evening he wanted to spend time outside with his mate on their outdoor swing; the weather wasn't too hot nor was it too cold, just the perfect temperature, and the stars were beginning to show up in the sky. Ever since he fell in love with the young human woman nearly three years prior he changed in a way he never imagined he would before he met her, although he wasn't complaining because it meant he got to have a cute little wife who could be feisty sometimes. That evening in particular (Y/n) wanted to watch the sun go down with her husband and Sendak wasn't going to deny her of any cherished moments of their marriage. Right as the sun went down he knew that his wife was about to fall asleep, but he didn't want to go back inside of their house yet because he wanted to spend more time with her outside.

(Y/n) loved spending time out on their wooden swing with Sendak; it was one of the simple pleasures in life that neither of them would ever take for granted. They lived in a large house on a planet she couldn't pronounce the name of in a secluded area which meant there were no close neighbors, although she was fine with that seeing as she was married to Sendak and people usually hated him considering what he did in the past. The gentle rocking motion of the swing and being pressed against her lover's body made (Y/n) feel relaxed and sleepy. With a gentle breeze rustling the leaves on the trees and the long grass on the ground accompanied by the sound of a few cricket-like insects chirping it was the perfect romantic setting for the couple to enjoy, just the two of them for the time being. (Y/n) wasn't quite asleep and she wanted to hear her husband sing a soft love song; she loved hearing him sing even though he didn't do it too often.

"Sendak, sing me a song." (Y/n) quietly requested while she glanced up at his face, her gaze meeting his.

"What would you like me to sing, little one?" Sendak queried with an equally quiet tone, his ears perking up when their eyes met.

"Looking for romance." (Y/n) mumbled dreamily, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she looked at him with a starry-eyed look.

"If that's what you want me to sing, then I will." Sendak responded with a loving tone, feeling his heart beating faster in his chest before he cleared his throat and started singing in a soft tone.

"I bring you a song, and I sing as I go. For I want you to know, that I'm looking for romance. I bring you a song, in the hope that you'll see. When you're looking at me, that I'm looking for love."

"I'm seeking that glow. Only found when you're young and it's May. Only found on that wonderful day. When all longing is through. I'm seeking that glow. Only found when a thrill is complete. Only found when two hearts gently beat. To the strains of a waltz that's both tender and new."

"I bring you a song, for I'm seeking romance. You're by my side, there's a moon up above. It shines with a light that's so mellow and bright. It's easy to see that tonight we shall fall in love."

"I bring you a song, for I'm seeking romance; and you."

While Sendak was singing the old love song (Y/n) ended up falling asleep on his broad chest; not because it was boring, but because she loved the way he sounded when he sang so beautifully. No one in the entire universe would expect Sendak, the late Zarkon's favorite commander, to have a gentle side when it came to his significant other because only (Y/n) got to see that side of him. As Sendak finished singing he felt emotional and he could feel that a couple of tears of happiness had escaped his remaining eye; he couldn't help it, though, because of the tender moment he was sharing with his wife. When he looked down and saw her sleeping the ex-commander felt a warm feeling in his chest, loving the sight of his much smaller mate sleeping on his chest with her fingers tangled in his fur. (Y/n) breathed slowly while she slept on her husband's chest without a care in the world, knowing he would always be there for her.

"You're so beautiful when you sleep, little one. I'm grateful that you changed my life after we met. I love you." Sendak whispered so that he didn't accidentally wake her up, lightly caressing her back with the backs of the fingers on his right hand.

It was as though she heard him, and she did, but after Sendak finished speaking a slight smile appeared on (Y/n's) face. Sendak decided to stay outside for a while longer so he could look up at all the stars and two moons in the sky, basking in the gentle blissful feeling he felt during that beautiful summer night. He decided to quietly sing one more love song to her before he carried his significant other to bed, although it was an ancient galran love song that he managed to remember after living for so long. With (Y/n) peacefully sleeping on his chest Sendak felt overwhelmed with love for her, knowing he made the right decision when he decided to stop Zarkon from destroying everything in his path. Sendak eventually got up and carried (Y/n) to bed, making sure she was comfortable before he let himself fall asleep; he slept curled around his wife that night, holding her close to him because of how much he truly loved her.

#Sendak #VLD Sendak #Sendak x Reader #Galra #Sendak x Reader Scenario #Commander Sendak #Scenario #SFW Scenario #SFW #Voltron #VLD #Voltron Legendary Defender #Voltron AU Where Everybody Lives