#bedewe

[selkra-souza]

Gamer curtain for gamers

[technicolorxsn]

dancing badly + making sound effects to the song in my head + having fun + vibing

[anantaru]

jumping up and down jing yuan’s swollen cock while he’s holding onto your hips for his dear life, furthermore printing his digits into your bedewed flesh.

somehow, everything feels more intense tonight— floaty and euphoric, like you disconnected from clear reality each moment his tip inches down your tightness.

"i’m— i‘m so close." the way you voiced it almost sounded as if you were somewhat complaining, almost as if sad that it was going to be over soon.

you helplessly try to muffle your screams and it comes out in a weak cry. whatever it was, jing yuan adored the noise you made because of him and his cock, "you think you can take it?" he laughs softly upon swallowing down, his adams apple bobbing harshly against his throat.

"yes- yes—!" you close your eyes and arch your back, putting on an unique show for the man beneath you.

the expelled air surrounding you was getting heavier as you bounced up and down his erection, not daring to let the built up climax evaporate from your lower belly as shrilling moans and whines slipped past your parted lips before your boyfriend simply couldn‘t do it anymore and pulled you flushed against his sweaty chest.

he swallows a little as he watched your breasts squished on top of him, fuck, jing yuan was hard, it pained him, achingly hard and throbbing within the tight embrace of your walls— now; you attempt to move your hips again but he keeps you pressed down, curling closer into your wet warmth and grinding up. something, he should give you some room to move instead of burying his dick so far up your cunt that you fought with the desire to release and paint him with your slick right about now.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[tflaw]

౨ৎ ⋆˚ untamed ft. wrio & neuvilette + afab!reader. mild spoilers i think? not proofread! just ignore the errors pls <3 character study in the form of shameless smut yes <3

💌 wrio: overstimming + creampie + he calls you angel + unprotected.

wriothesley, in his young age, seems to have accumulated all the good things befitting that of a gentleman. having the title of a duke and handling the affairs in the fortress of meropide as its lord being some of his outstanding qualities. he possesses a strict sense of character; responsible to boot, and unyielding in the face of any dilemma.

so you must trust him, really, when he says that he hasn’t foreseen this altered character— not at all. it’s not like him to free his inhibitions just to fuck you with utter abandon inside his office, grunting while hugging the back of your legs against his chest, your pretty pussy gaping at the sheer girth rammed inside your creamy hole. he wants to stop— to let you catch a sliver of rest but your cunt feels so good around his cock that it literally brings pain in his chest to put a halt on this pleasure. he cannot stop fucking you, cannot stop plugging your pussy with his flushed cocktip and ever-growing cock. globules of cum, heavy and hefty in amount, starts squirting out of his pulsing cocktip, yet through the sting and the ache that his ejalucation causes, his hips would not yield. one more, angel, i promise— he merely grunts the words, forehead bedewed in sweat, knowing damn well that even he cannot channel his so-called restraint when it comes to fucking you brainless on his office table. </3

💌 neuvilette: overstimming + creampie + undertones of mindbreak + unprotected + big cock.

if neuvilette has learned something from the recent days’ events beyond the straightforward and judicial air in fontaine, he grants the credit to humans and their ceaseless abilities to fascinate. however, whatever transpired recently have only bolstered his curiosity about mortals and their nature. in truth, you have been the one open his eyes to humanity’s boundless surprises and complexity.

he has been pumping his cock in and out of your fucked out pussy since the moon made its first appearance. your brain is soaked, like the bedsheets sticking to your glistening body. and yet your back remains arch so pretty for him, the rim of your cunt has already formed in the size of his girth, pulsing as if begging to be abused more. neuvilette owns a higher endurance than that of a human; he has fucked you in multiple positions, has plugged his sheer size, healthy veins and all, up your pretty pussy to the base, but his appetite still cannot be sated. perhaps his nature is to blame for such a rash display of character tonight, but truly, he does not have it in him to halt. sure, you’ve told him to slow down countless of times, and he has obliged despite the physical ache it has brought in his person, but he finds it enthralling how every time he drags his cock slowly in and out of your warm and wet and slabbering pussy, you cry and mewl and beg him to fuck you faster instead. this tips him to the edge. grabbing your flesh as leverage for his shredding control, he humps your ass with force that shakes the bed and brings tears to your eyes. right there and then, he fills you with cum which potency and thickness cannot be compared to any human— it’s unstoppable, from huge and plump balls to the cocktip that kisses your womb for giving him this mind-shattering release.

[pearlcigs]

⋆ light me up

fem!reader x ellie williams

summary ⋆ ellie decides she wants to be festive this holiday. and what better way to do that than some christmas sex?

warnings ⋆ 1.43k ⋆ smut, nipple play, pet names (mama, baby, pouty princess, good girl), fingering, strap (r receiving), missionary, bondage, bondage with an item that should not be used for bondage, doggy/face down-ass up, minor praise

the brittle winter cold was somehow making its way through the cracks of the window. small goosebumps dotting your bare skin. the blankets around the bed were scrunched up in the corner, shoved aside when ellie decided that making out on the small, cramped couch wasn't really doing it for her. black and purple love marks starting to form on your soft skin from ellie's passionate kisses. her hands slid all over your body, carefully removing each piece of clothing from your sublime body. her lips left no part of you untouched, unkissed. savoring each and every kiss on your skin like her very own christmas present that you got just for her.

her fingertips dug into the fat of your hips, gripping onto you like her life depended on it. clutching you impossibly closer to her tacky body, sweat starting to bedew her body despite how cold the air of the night was. your head was thrown back against a pillow that probably hadn't been washed since last christmas, but that was a problem for you to worry about later. as ellie decorated your body with amiable kisses, she detached her hand from your hip for a moment to pinch your perky nipple in between her index and thumb. a smirk on her face as your back arches from her touch. 

"yeah? you like that, mama?" ellie's voice sounds like a mixture of pride and some kind a praise. almost as if she was telling you how good you were doing by simply just enjoying the pleasure she was so graciously giving you. "mhm. more, ellie, please." you beg, addicted to her touch and craving more. the space between your legs feeling neglected by the beautiful auburn girl that seemed so close but so far away from giving you the pure bliss that you craved. "oh yeah? you want more, baby?" she smirks with a teasing tone but she decides to be nice. after all, it is christmas.

the hand that rested on your hip was now moved to your sopping entrance. her thumb firmly presses against your clit, making you jolt from the sudden pleasure of ellie's enticing fingers. "like this?" she smiles dumbly at you, knowing more than enough that this was exactly what you wanted, exactly what you were longing for. "oh, god, ellie. yes, please more." your words were starting to slur, your eyes starting to close and your hips starting to grind down on her hind, seeking out the addictive feeling. she chuckled softly, admiring the way you seemed so desperate for her to do to you as she pleased.

she decided not to tease too much, feeling festive and giving you a well-deserved break for the holidays. she wets her middle finger and ring finger with her saliva, bringing them down to your already drenched hole, fingers sliding into you with ease. you moan, though you'd just felt the way ellie's fingers filled you so prefect the night before, it felt like a lifetime since the to-die-for feeling. without a doubt, your back arched off the bed, the cotton sheets sticking to your clammy skin. the sight of you doing wonders for ellie, making her more aroused by the second. 

her fingers thrust into your cunt sloppily, creating slick noises that sounded downright pornographic. and if you weren't so busy moaning and rolling your eyes back, maybe you would have cared. but the thought of someone hearing you didn't cross either of your minds, too immersed in each other to even care. "y'like fucking yourself on my fingers?" ellie teased, watching you squirm your hips to try and get as much of her fingers inside of you as you could. "fuck—" she mutters on her breath, admiring how pretty your body looks underneath the shoddy christmas lights hung on her headboard. per request of you, of course.

her thumb rubbed your clit slowly, chuckling as you whine. grabbing her wrist to try and make her go faster. "impatient much?" ellie taunted, but of course, giving into your every need and rubbing the sensitive bud to your liking. as much as ellie was teasing you about being impatient, she was becoming rather eager herself. she could never get enough of you. everything about you made her pussy throb. the way you writhed against the bedsheets, the way you moaned, the way your body looked. she wouldn't last much longer without feeling your pussy clench around her strap, she knew that for sure. 

much to your dismay, she takes her fingers away, licking off any residue you left. as if on cue, you whine, now deprived of the pleasure and now replaced with the feeling of emptiness. "ellie." you whine with a frown, unsure of why she would be so mean to you. especially on christmas! "hold your horses, babe." she chuckles, leaning over to grab the strap that was hidden in the depths of the drawer in her nightstand. you were so needy, too needy to even keep your hands off her for more than a second. your lips find her neck, nipping at the flesh as she fumbled around in the drawer.

"y'that horny, huh?" she jokes, but the way she swallows nervously tells you she wants you just as badly. the time between when she leans back and you lose contact with her skin and she's suddenly rubbing your clit with the tip of her strap seems like a blur. a low moan leaves ellie's lips as she collects your slick. her boxers were now off and your hands clawed at the ragged sports bra she was wearing, silently begging for her to take it off. "hey, hey, keep your hands to yourself." she jokes, taking both of your wrists in her hand and pinning them above your head. 

you whine at her seemingly cruel demand, wanting nothing more than to feel her soft boobs between your fingers or rub her achy clit. "that's not fair." you frown, but try your best to listen to her regardless. "sh, sh, sh, pouty princess. let me make it up to you." she offers a cheeky smile before guiding the plastic cock into your needy hole. you both let out a string of moans, basking in the feeling of being so intimate with each other. she starts thrusting slowly, letting you get used to the stretch even though you've done this hundreds of times before. she leans down, kissing your jaw and neck, like it was her prize.

her thrusts got harder and faster, unable to contain herself from ravaging you fully. your mind slipped off the request she made only a few minutes earlier, your hands finding her hair, fingers tangling through the half up half down hairdo she frequented. you pulled the strands, biting your lip to try not to scream and pleasure from how deep she was fucking you. "thought i told you to keep your hands to yourself, hm?" she mutters, giving you one chance to listen to her before she made you 'pay' for it. though, you were so busy relishing in how deep ellie's strap was that you didn't care to pay attention.

she tsked at your disobedience, looking around for an object that she couldn't seem to find. "fuck it." she mumbled under her breath to herself, pulling out of you and grabbing the christmas lights that were around her headboard, pulling them and bunching them up in her hands. "c'mon, mama, you know what to do. ass up f'r me." you obliged through your haziness, adjusting your position, excited yet terrified for what ellie was planning on doing. you rested your face on the pillow the back of your head was once resting on and suddenly you could feel your arms be yanked behind you and the warm string of lights could be felt around your wrists.  

"gotta learn to listen." she mutters, now laughing quietly to herself at the position she's put you in. but her amusement doesn't last long, quickly returning to her rightful spot in your pussy. "look at you, bein' all festive." she smirks as she fucks into you like there's no tomorrow. she leans down and gives you a quick kiss on the back of your head for being such a good sport. "good girl. takin' my cock s'well and puttin' up with my stupid shit." she continues, talking over the sound of your moans. you try to say something back, something snarky ellie presumes, but the only thing that leaves your mouth are incoherent babbles. "mhm, totally agree. just shut up an' let me fuck you."

im a little late but it's the thought that counts, merry christmas !!

[justblades]

⌕ BEDEWED, 18+

⟢ CHARACTER : sampo koski x afab! reader WC : 1.3k

⟢ WARNINGS : EXPLICIT, MDNI. squ!rt!ng, improvised toy, love bites, finger f.

⟢ SUMMARY : a supposedly innocent act of service from your boyfriend goes wrong. the exciting kind of wrong.

"come on, let's get you cleaned up." the bi haired male coos, signaling for you to enter the bath tub along with him. with gentle movements as you step in, the crystalline, warm waters ripple for a short moment. sampo slowly glides his hands on your dampened skin, making sure to lave every nook and cranny of your body.

the water splashes everywhere considering how large his frame was, accompanied with your lover's humming, playing a melodic tune that chimes smoothly into your ears; one that tugs your heart strings in the right places. meanwhile you bask in the feeling of having someone to rely on - it may be a trivial thing to have someone wash you, but in actuality, it's a rare experience to do it with someone you actually love.

"raise your arm." sampo's light yet silvery voice reverberates inside the bathroom's walls and you follow suit to his command. you lift your arm up, the male proceeds to lather the soap on your naked skin, the spumes of the object gathers on your body and foam bubbles drift away from the undulating waters.

you avert your gaze elsewhere and notice a reflection from the bathroom's walls. you saw how bright sampo's smile is as he does this solely for your benefit - to which you couldn't help but do the same. it's rare moments like these that make you treasure sampo even more, oftentimes showing you sides of him no one has ever seen before.

turning to him, you lay your head on the scuplted plane of his chest, although a hard surface as he was well built; muscular, sampo's strong arms pull you into a relaxing embrace. once you look up to meet his viridescent irises framed by his long fluttering eyelashes, you couldn't resist his charm - eventually sealing a pseudoinnocent kiss on his lips.

sampo seemed composed for someone who was taken aback from your actions, he continues to slip his tongue in and tangle with yours, saliva mixing together creating a lovely, addicting concoction. his breath deepens as he proceeds to grab a hold of both your wrists and pin them on the sides of your body. it was a fervent one, to which you could feel your lover's body heating up in an instant.

the male leans forward to your neck this time, his canines immediately sinking on your dewy skin. sampo nibbles on the sweet spot of your neck, flicking his pointy tongue on the part and vice versa. he merits himself with your own breathy moans, you couldn't help but throw your head back from the pooling satisfaction. "never leave my side, okay?" he asks and leaves the final marking of love and selfishness on your complexion, a large one at that.

meanwhile you attempt to catch your breath as your heart now thrums against your own ribcage. "i could never." you say with a voice no higher than an octave. he beams you a grin in exchange and gives an ephemeral peck on your forehead. however, the bites he marked on your neck still stings.

without wasting any more time, your partner now pays attention to your naked tits. in spite of the wholesome peck from earlier, he laps the other while twirling the bud from his tongue, almost acting like a suction for pleasure. your other boob was being toyed by him, his fingertips fiddling with your nipple. "i love seeing your nipple perk up." he says with no hesitation laced in his words not embarrassment in his tone.

heat rushes to your cheeks, suddenly feeling abashed from sampo's touches. sampo's tongue skillfully swathes your hardened bud and for the other, he pulls it lightly, earning a wince of pain and ecstasy from your drooling lips. your mind drifts into a daze, unable to register what he did just now. he never did that before and this occurrence just unlocked a new pleasure point.

"enough teasing sampo . ." you whine and the navy haired only knits his burrows in return. he withdraws from your chest and meets you in the eye, "we're both having fun, why would i stop?" and suddenly, something prods to your slit, it was hard and thin. you glance down and spread your legs wide apart, only to see him inserting the body of a toothbrush to which your walls were clamping around, followed suit by your gasp. your brows furrow as well, not knowing when he was able to grab it shakes your mind to the core.

just as when you were about to protest, sampo crashes his lips into yours, muffling the following words you wanted to verbalize. he rotates the improvised toy inside your hole, making you stupefied even more. "how does it feel?" he queries and gyrates the tootbrush now with an intent to prevent you from responding.

'this bastard', you could only mentally cuss at him as your mouth was being drowned by his heavenly, sloppy kisses. you feel the corners of his lips tug upwards, an indecent grin sculpting on his face. "my fingers feel better, no?" for a brief moment, the object finally exits your pussy. not for long however is an abrupt intrusion into your cunt once again, this time, it felt thick and wriggling.

your body jolts with immense pleasure and sampo basks in the sight only him gets to see. he curls his fingers still, finding the spot where your mind will break the most from— eventually finding your g-spot. tears of compelling satisfaction well up in your eyes, more of saliva dripping past the margins of your mouth. "s-sampo . ."

he looks at your pathetic yet tantalizing state, exuding an aura that he can do more than this. the male picks up the pace, making your body tremble from the rapid thrusts of his digits. "wait—" your toes start curling and your grip on the edges of the bath tub tightens, sampo only titters in exchange, lolling your frenzy self into a deep kiss once more.

and finally, liquids of release spring out of your hole, coating sampo's three fingers and some of the substance mixing with the bath water. "i'm sure i'll get an award of scolding from you later but . ." he pauses, prepping his erect dick right at your entrance. "as i said, that's for later. let's just enjoy the present."

he finishes his sentence and rams into your cunt, girthier and longer from his fingers previously. you couldn't think straight at this point, you feel lethargic yet ecstatic, like your body can't keep up with the numerous pleasure points sampo has been tending to your body. he keeps on ravaging your velvet walls yet they persist to clamp around his shape, the bi haired eventually lets his whine of pleasures come undone, moaning into your ear as he grabs on your pelvis to support your body.

sampo's noises were airy and his musings of how you felt so good when you're around him stirs the cesspool of sensations pooling inside you. his voice sounded a particular dulcet tone, one that once you got to hear, you'll never be able to forget it. "i-i'm . . i'm reaching my limit." he says, beads of sweat tinged with water rivulet from his wet hair down to his chin. "where . . do you want it?" he groans, trying to stall for his release.

it took you a moment to respond as you were panting so much along with him, "on my face . . " you reply. with one last pound into your walls, he swiftly pulls out and stands up, pumping his cock until strings of milky white cum spills on your face. as you attempt to calm your dopamine permeated body, you could feel how the glaze sticky liquids slowly trickle down to your chest. "that felt so good." he murmurs and wipes your face clean, leaving another peck on your damp cheeks.

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[nelapanela94]

Levi jerks from bed paralyzed with fear. Shuddering gasps cleave his breathing as the nightmare’s dread seeps through his pores in the form of bleak sweat. His shoulders curl forward, caving his chest as he steadies himself. He squeezes his eyes until stardust burst behind his eyelids, and spears his fingers through his matted hair. Tears streaming along the scars on his face. His heart thrashes, setting his pulse to a sprint.

“Levi?”

Your voice, your sweet voice caresses the two syllables that forges his name, and he lets out a long quivering breath.

You reach out for the lamp and he snaps his face away, embarrassed, before the golden light exhibits his vulnerability. You shamble up against the headboard and weave your hand with his, squeezing it.

“Levi, are you ok? Another nightmare? Hey, honeybun, look at me.”

Not now. He can’t look you in the eye while his shell is cracking. What will you think of him? What is he without his strength? Where lies his worth if he can’t fight anymore? Who is going to shield you from the world’s detriment?

He feels powerless, huddled against a wall, like that little boy, who couldn’t save his mother.

“Why did you stay?” His voice quavers, crippling at the edge.

He unravels his hand from you, hoicks the duvet to his chin and cocoons, facing the opposite wall, tears bedewing his pillow. His question fragmented your heart because you know what lies in the dot of the question mark.

He hasn’t been the same after the war. He’s only been masquerading because that’s the only way he knows how to protect you and how to protect himself.

He always has to be the strong one.

You shift under the sheets and guard him in your arms, hugging him tight enough to put his pieces together. His skin is sheen and cold, his hair stuck to his face in wild tendrils.

“I’m not going to leave you, Levi.” You croon under his earlobe and plant a kiss on his cotton-clad shoulder. Little by little, the warmth creeps back to his skin and his pulse smooths. You feel him stir, and he rolls over, nestling his face in the cradle of your neck.

He cries, all the tears he held back.

“You don’t have to fight anymore, Levi.” Your fingers fondle with his hair. “You’re safe.”

[aredhels]

And high and noble as was Elemmakil, greater and more lordly was Ecthelion, Lord of the Fountains, at that time Warden of the Great Gate. All in silver was he clad, and upon his shining helm there was set a spike of steel pointed with a diamond; and as his esquire took his shield it shimmered as if it were bedewed with drops of rain, that were indeed a thousand studs of crystal.

[talonabraxas]

'Pan and the Fairies' by Talon Abraxas

To Pan.

Pan, leader of Nymphs,

darling of Naiads, I sing,

glory of golden dances,

lord of twittering song.

A loud-sounding pipe's boast,

an inspired seductive melody he pours forth;

moving nimbly to music,

he leaps down shadowy caves,

guiding his omnifarious body,

a good dancer, fair of face,

conspicuous with his yellow beard.

To starry-faced Olympus

goes all-tuneful Echo,

bedewing the company of the Olympian gods

with immortal song,

and all earth and sea

join in thanking you;

for you support all things.

O hail, Pan, Pan. --A Hymn to Pan, from Epidaurus

[galacticsabc]

"And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall." - The Masque of the Red Death, Edgar Allan Poe

Very excited to eventually play this guy in campaign. I probably put too much thought into him, but hey! that's what makes character creating fun!

[annaxmalina]

{2023}~Lḗthē 03

"'Your sacred ghost before my sleeping eyes Appear'd, and often urg'd this painful enterprise. After long tossing on the Tyrrhene sea, My navy rides at anchor in the bay. But reach your hand, O parent shade, nor shun The dear embraces of your longing son!' He said; and falling tears his face bedew: Then thrice around his neck his arms he threw; And thrice the flitting shadow slipp'd away, Like winds, or empty dreams that fly the day. Now, in a secret vale, the Trojan sees A sep'rate grove, thro' which a gentle breeze Plays with a passing breath, and whispers thro' the trees; And, just before the confines of the wood, The gliding Lethe leads her silent flood." -Virgil: The Aeneid

[smallestapplin]

Anything for you

🔞Alpha Cyllene x omega reader🔞

Cw : wlw, omegaverse, fem bodied reader.

MINORS DNI! ADULTS ONLY! (Yes, I will check.)

Please note my requests are closed, but I'm always happy to chat! (This has been queued )

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Cyllene is on the edge of her seat gripping her pen tightly, she needs to write these reports but how can she when her mind is filled with thoughts of you? Her sweet little omega at home.

You are her beloved bonded, and yet during you're most vulnerable time she can't be at your side, it angers her she has to work while you're at home about to start your heat. She's not worried about anyone breaking in, she already left Abra there with you to teleport to her if anyone did.

But she made sure the house was locked up tight, you I had everything you need, and she doubts anyone would like to face her wrath if they so much as got near her mate.

But her thoughts keep going back to you.

She wonders if you were working on making a nest or maybe you're stealing her clothes to add to it? A barely there smile crosses her lips.

you always looked so cute trying to scent her clothes.

Or maybe you already finished making your nest and are dealing with your neediness? She can picture you with your legs spread, a pair of her panties to your face inhaling her scent, while you rub your clit in tight circles, just begging for her to take you.

To mark you over and over again, to make your pretty pussy hers all over again.

Her office fills with the scent of an angry alpha.

how patheic she's stuck here because no one could fill her role for a week, her sweet omega needs her, what part of that do they not understand?

"Uh...Captain Cyllene, ma'am?" The guard flinches under her cold glare.

"What is it now?"

The corps member shakes in his place, her near monotoned voice and stern glare striking fear into him.

"W-well we have word that um-"

"Spit it out already." She doesn't have all day for this.

"Right! We have word that, uh, that professor Laventon got poisoned on the survey."

She sighs rubbing her temple.

"Set up the medical bay. And let me guess, it wasn't even from a pokemon."

"...No ma'am, he got spooked by a Bedew and fell back on some poisonous plants."

If she was home she wouldn't have to deal with this nonsense.

Just before she's able to send the guard on his ways, her Abra spawns in her office, making a soft cry.

The corps member doesn't have a chance to blink before he is lifted by the collar and thrown out of the way by a speeding Cyllene, as she's out the front door before anyone can say anything.

Her darling needs her, so why would she stay?

She skids to a stop once she reaches her home, swiftly sniffing the air and checking the surrounding area, yet by the looks of things no one has been near here, no beta and no other alphas either.

She fidgets with the locks she had in place, easily opening the door, only to tak a sharp inhale at the overwhelming smell coming from her home.

You started your heat eariler than expected.

She enters, closing the door behind her and taking her shoes off ro slip into her house shoes before entering further.

She can see the shadow of your silhouette, your ass high in the air and your hand between your legs, though your cries are muffled, she knows you probably have your face stuffed into some of her clothes.

"Mm...ah! Alpha, please it's to much!...haa-!!" You jump with a shriek as the sliding door to your room is ripped open.

Your eyes locking with your mates, which only make you relax once more and spread your legs further, removing your hand to show her your drooling pussy.

"Welcome home, love." You pant, smiling shakily at her.

"My, aren't you a delectable sight." Fuck, she can feel herself drooling.

You shake with excitement as your alpha walks closer, eyeing you like a peice of meat.

She always makes sure you're more than taken care of, especially during your heats.

[indouloureux]

I loveeeeee your imagines. They're so cute I can't 😍 I thought about a blurb, reading a book to him, and he falls asleep with his head on your chest, all cuddled up to you ❤️😫 That would be soooo cute *faits* thank you darling <33

ily mwah

(i haven't read in a while so bear with me so i'm putting in my own writings lol)

(minimal dialogue :<)

the residue steam seeps through the ajar door of the bathroom, created by the shower he'd taken previously. your hands card through his damp hair, untangling the knots in his curls, and you find serenity in the sound of his soft breathing, the turning pages of the book, and soft howling of the stormy air.

rivulets of raindrops paint your windows, mimicking the remnant sweat dripping down his temple from the heat he receives from his hoodie. with the sleep slowly taking over his consciousness, he grows heavier on top of you, propping hands weakening at the comfort of your touch.

he moans quietly, rearranging his head and nestling his cheek deeper into the valley of your chest, ear pressed right on top of your heart and names your heartbeat his lullaby in his idle hours. and while he does so, he tries his best to listen to your mellifluous narration of the book you're reading.

"as i lay in the colossal grass, both earth and sun kissing my skin in a zephyr waft like a lover's gentle touch, all my devotion is laid upon the mutating clouds of my daydreams that continue to beguile me; even as it turns grey and cries sickening tears to bedew my drying heart that yearns for freedom," you read the words with such eloquence, making it seem as if it were your own thoughts than the authors.

in the bona fide ribbon around your words, joseph opens his eyes to see you focused on your small book, balancing it in one hand just so you can feel him still. you yearn for each other's touch, no matter what limb your fingers attain to.

he hugs you tighter, a hand wrapped around your waist beneath you even though he knows he'll feel pricks of needles hours later. your scent evades him — cinnamon from your cologne, apples from your hair, and a smidge of red wine from earlier.

joseph takes the hand from his hair and kisses each delicate fingertip, kissing the healing paper cuts like a doting sage. you stop reading, looking down at him beneath your book.

"you've got a beautiful voice," he tells you through the cotton of your sweater, touching with your hands like he'd touch your heart. "but i think your face is prettier."

"you don't have to flirt with me, you know?" you take your hand from his, tracing the features of his face — the cute button on his nose, the dark circles beneath his eyes, every smiling line on his face. "i'm already reading to you."

"m' not flirting," he kisses your sweater covered chest, eyes dripping for even just a sliver of a drowse. "i'm just sayin’"

"oh, hush," you wrinkle your nose at him. "go to sleep, babe."

and he does, letting your heartbeat and voice coalesce like an angelic harmonious lullaby, lifting him into these so called mutating clouds that hold him, the hand on his cheek caressing him into sleep.

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[callmebliss-got-swamped]

Hello to the herb spiral enjoyers! Here are some of the garden goings-on today:

Bedewed strawberry babby

It has been so wet that there is a wee primordial moss forest in the back end it the strawberry pot

The string of hearts vine is developing bright pink edges?? For some reason????

I spotted some morning glories hiding beneath the pumpkins. They are my partner’s favorite flower and I cannot wait to surprise him with the discovery.

The pumpkins have gone a-climbing

[tflaw]

had this sudden thought and i cannot for the life of me get it out of my mind: fontaine law stating very specifically that public nudity and encounters of sexual nature are strictly prohibited, but wriothesley and reader can't help themselves and get it on, even if it's in a secluded place. unfortunately they're found by neuvillette who was passing by, but he agrees not to press charges against the two if he gets to join in on the fun 🫣

౨ৎ ⋆˚ far from over ft. wrio & neuvilette + afab!reader. unprotected. creampie (like creampie). anal sex. vaginal sex. titty sucking. public sex. doggy. double pen. overstim. mindbreak. drool. mouth hooking (idk what it’s called). not proofread!

a cognizance of the rules is equivalent to owning the knowledge on how to break them. this has been proven by none other than the outstanding lord of meropide, wriothesley, when he pulled you in an alley during the dead of night just to fuck you brainless against the concrete walls. you have your back arched properly for him, hands pressed against the stone walls, as he pumps his hips— tight balls clapping against your wet and creamy pussy— to mangle your insides with his greedy cock that couldn’t wait until you’re behind closed doors.

manic with desire, you and your cunt cannot stop drooling. you’re fucked stupid at this point, eyes rolling heavenwards, with his finger hooked over the side of your mouth, pulling the muscle to reveal your teeth.

you would have fucked each other to the brim; with him jamming his cum inside your pretty pussy, and you, milking his balls dry. but the night has proven to be your enemy, and your stubborn need to sate your lust has come to bite you back.

now you find yourself before the chief justice. your pussy pulsing around the rim, sore from wriothesley’s thick girth. the recent and interrupted fucking have your brains scrambled upside down; you could barely register the disappointment bubbling out of monsieur neuvilette’s lips.

however, you’re not past comprehension. no, not at all. because you have put the pieces together when the chief justice, known for his unyielding pursuit of following the rules, divulges that no charges will be pressed to your name if you’d let him fuck you, too.

“t… too big!” you mewl on top of neuvilette, biting your lips, shuddering at the fat cocktip kissing your pussy hole. “will not fit, monsieur!”

“it will fit,” he whispers firmly, forehead bedewed in sweat, “because i said so.”

“our balls,” wrio pitches in with a certain depth to his voice, lining his drooling tip onto your asshole, “they are going to touch.”

your face falls in the crook of neuvilette’s neck. his scent drive you dizzy— along with the successful popping of his chubby cocktip into your cunt. “archons… so big… can’t fit—” your eyes cross as wrio pops his cock into your asshole. saliva begins to accumulate in the bottom of your tongue. gritting your teeth hasn’t helped much in keeping the drool inside your mouth.

“you are doing incredible, darling,” neuvilette croons, his own eyes turning heart-shaped because of the warmth provided by your cunt. “you feel amazing.”

“we’ll make you feel so good, love. be sure to take us all in, hm?” wrio leans to murmur in your ear.

they may have been speaking nonsense, for when they both thrust their cocks in unison, all your ability to think like a person has been effaced with ferocity. they have turned you into a blabbering mess, whimpering and mewling, at times screaming, when their slick-covered shafts hit your right spots. you begin to cry from the stimulation, sobbing at the sheer pleasure shredding your sanity in pieces.

neuvilette pumps his flushed cock while grabbing and spreading your ass; as though he’s in a competition against wrio who’s fucking your asshole with the same unwavering intensity. their rounded balls, filled with cum, shining with your arousal, wipes against each other as they fuck you with a rhythm.

you’ve pierced the night with a shriek when neuvilette swirls his tongue around your nipple, sucking and twiddling the other with his fingers. over and over, they have shriveled you into tiny little pieces by delivering continuous climax your way. brain mushed to bits, boneless, and fucked stupid— you begin laughing and crying from the stimulation.

wrio surrenders first; busting the fattest nut that has driven him chasing for air as the thick liquid squirts out of his plump head and into your perfect asshole, filling it with white globules to the point of seeping and flowing down neuvilette’s cock and balls.

neuvilette, on the other hand, plugs your womb with unstoppable current of viscid cum. his shaft beats like a heart while shooting his cum straight up your insides. it went on for minutes— you were almost inclined to believe that it would go on forever. with the amount of semen he’s puffed up your pretty cunt, the liquid also began to leak and mix with wrio’s. globes upon globes of white cum has adorned the duvet where both men fucked your brains out.

“are we off the hook?” wrio asks neuvilette while cuddling you in his arms, running his fingers along your bare spine.

neuvilette’s eyes flash. “i’m afraid not. the night has just begun, after all.”

[aureentuluva70]

Yet west they wandered    by ways of thirst, and haggard hunger,    hunted often, and hiding in holes    and hollow caverns, by their fate defended.    At the furthest end of Dor-na-Fauglith's    dusty spaces to a mighty mound    in the moon looming they came at midnight:    it was crowned with mist, bedewed as by drops    of drooping tears. 'A! green that hill    with grass fadeless, where sleep the swords    of seven kindreds, where the folk of Faërie    once fell uncounted. There was fought the field    by folk naméd Nirnaith Ornoth,    Unnumbered Tears. 'Twas built with the blood    of the beaten people; neath moon nor sun    is it mounted ever by Man nor Elf;    not Morgoth's host ever dare for dread    to delve therein.' Thus Flinding faltered,    faintly stirring Túrin's heaviness,    that he turned his hand toward Thangorodrim,    and thrice he cursed the maker of mourning,    Morgoth Bauglir.

-The Lay of the Children of Hurin