#i saw wet owls- so i had to make this

[sweeneydino]

Bath time.

Unlike his brothers, Dai despises water.

And baths.

Water dampens his feathers and nullifies his strength, bringing him to a scary disadvantage. While he can swim, he's not built for it, so the little dragon avoids being in water at all cost.

Fortunately, this problem is less worrisome when you remember who exactly is the world's most badass mystic warrior.

Separate vvv

[monstersflashlight]

Can we get a sequel/prequel to, Honey I’m Home? Like a story on the love story leading up to marriage. Or maybe even the story of how the Minotaur husband proposed? My favorite story you wrote <3

Hi there! I think this was @strawberrypoundtown idea a looooong time ago, and I thought it would be great to mix it with this request because it feels perfect. I don’t know if this fits the love part that much, but well, they are very horny for each other since the beginning. (You can read "Honey, I'm home" here)

Shared shower

Minotaur x fem!reader || rut, cum play, oral sex, overstimulation

You are always the weird one who decides to shower at weird times of the night, everyone thinks it’s because there’s less people in the shared dorm bathroom, but in reality you just enjoy to singing in the shower and prefer not to have an audience for it. Also jerking off. You couldn’t jerk off in the same room as your puritan roommate, and you weren’t ready to have meaningless sex with anybody… Well, maybe with certain minotaur that you’ve seen around the dorm. You would definitively have meaningless sex with him. But that wasn’t going to happen because he had a girlfriend. Or so you’ve heard. It’s not like you two interacted before.

So it’s two in the morning when you roll out of your room in your way to the showers. You being a night owl never paid so much. You enter without thinking it twice, there’s never anybody there at those hours, just you and the silence of the night. But not today. Fuck.

You could hear on shower running and a very heavy breathing, over the stall you can see the tell tale sign of a minotaur, his horns too tall to be hidden by the door. Double fuck. You wanted some alone time to get one off before bed, thinking about certain minotaur that you were sure was in that exact stall. Triple fuck. No singing, no jerking off. Could your luck be any worse?

And then you hear it. The unmistakable sound of flesh against flesh, of someone jerking their cock in the shower. Oh fuck. Your pussy gets wet instantly, knowing that not only your minotaur crush is in the shower, but also that he’s jerking off… That makes everything else a thousand times more intense. You walk to the stall next to his, slowly and quietly, trying not to alert him of your presence. You close the door behind you and rest your back against the wall, listening intently, trying to hear some more sounds from him.

And he doesn’t disappoint.

He starts groaning and grunting, like he’s about to come. You take your hand down your body, your towel discarded, and start touching your aching center. You know it’s wrong, so, so wrong… But he sounds so pretty when he whines and you are so into him. You start fingering yourself almost casually, not thinking about it too much, you always had something about voices, and him grunting like that is doing wonders for your pussy.

You are rubbing your pussy with your eyes closed when you hear the stall door being opened and a rough voice saying: “What are you doing?” He looks flushed and sweaty, in the most erotic way possible.

You reach for the towel to cover yourself as you start apologizing profusely. “Oh. Shit. Fuck. Sorry. I’ll leave. Sorry.” You run for the door. But then he whines and you turn around, scared that something happened.

He’s grabbing his huge hard on with his big hand, jerking himself as he looks pained. “What is wrong with you?” You ask, confused by the situation. You know he was about to finish, he sounded like he was about to finish, but his dick looks painfully hard.

He sighs, his hand not stopping as he says: “I’m in rut, and I have no partner to help.” The despair in his voice breaks something inside of you, your hand tightening around the towel as you look intently at his face, trying to avoid looking at the movement of his hand.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” You ask, confused all over again. You swore he had a girlfriend, you saw them kissing a couple days ago.

“She cheated. And now I’m in rut and... And I think I’m gonna die if I don’t come soon.” H sounds pitiful, and the whine he lets out makes your clit scream for attention. You rub your thighs together and try to focus on his words.

But then your stupid brain says: “Oh shit. What can I do? How do I help?” He laughs without any amusement, like what you just asked is a cruel joke.

“Are you gonna let me breed you for hours until I have no cum left?” At his words you blush harder than you’ve ever blushed. Your face must be so red you can’t even feel the blood in the rest of your body. “Go back to your room, I’ll deal,” his tone has so much hurt in it that you feel awful for him. He turns around and you stare at his wide back. You want to find the cheating girlfriend and kick his ass. But his words remind you of a problem you have in common right now… a horny problem.

“Maybe… Maybe I can be your rut partner?” He turns his head to look at you with eyes as big as plates and his nostrils flare, grunting when they catch a sniff of your desire in the air.

“I’m gonna ask this only one time… are you sure?” The fact that he even asks is enough for you to nod and let go of the towel you are holding against your body. He looks at your body like you are his next snack.

He is on you instantly. He pushes your body against the wall and devours your mouth in one fluid motion. You can only moan against his mouth. He controls every second of that kiss as you can only grab onto his shoulders to balance yourself on your tiptoes. He realizes soon enough and grabs you by the waist, urging you to get your legs around his middle. The movement makes your pussy and his huge dick make contact and you break the kiss to throw your head back, completely overwhelmed by the feel of him. He has ridges. Fuck. He feels wonderful, and he’s not even inside of you yet. He’s going to ruin you.

He kisses your neck as you pant, mumbling against your skin: “I need to be inside. I need to fuck you. To rut you. To breed you.” His words are filthy and incoherent, but you don’t care. You want the same as him: to have his dick buried in you.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” you chant.

You are so wet he can get inside of you in one long thrust, taking all the air off your lungs as he starts fucking you like a machine. Your back is scratching against the wall but you don’t care, you are bouncing on minotaur cock and that is worth a thousand scratches at least.

He grunts and bellows as he fucks into you without any caress, without any worry, but it doesn’t matter that he’s only focused on himself because you are so on edge after fingering yourself earlier than not three minutes later you are crying out as he covers your mouth. You come messily around him, adding more juices to your fucking and making him go in and out of you like knife through butter. You are going insane with pleasure, and he just keeps going and going.

When you less expect it, he throws his head back, his horns looking amazing over his head as he comes. And comes. And comes. He fills you up so fucking much you think you are going to explode. You think your body can’t hold it together anymore. But then he pulls out and you hear the rush of come, leaving your body and landing on the floor.

He looks down and moans at the sight of your messy pussy, just to lift your body to his head. He cleans you out with his tongue as you grab his horns for dear life. It’s fast and hard, and you are coming around his rough tongue fast and hard. Your brain is fuzzy with everything that just happened. So many emotions and so many sensations, but he doesn’t let you catch your breath before he’s impaled in you once again. His dick hitting every part of you as he fucks into you again.

And again.

And again.

He goes for what feels like hours, probably are. He fucks you full of come, and then cleans you out with his tongue just to start again. At one point you can’t even hold your legs around his waist, but he doesn’t care. He has enough strength to hold you against the wall as he keeps fucking your pussy. It’s too much, it’s too good… and he keeps going.

“We need to move,” he says between thrust in what feels like the twentieth round.

“What?” You ask, your brain completely out of reality.

He keeps thrusting into you, but his eyes look less crazy and wild than before, he seems calmer, his thrusts more controlled. “People are going to wake up soon and we can’t be here when they do,” he explains. You only understand about half of that.

“Okay…. Are we… Are we done?” You ask, your tongue feeling too big for your mouth, and his dick still buried inside of you making your brain go extra slow.

“No. I- I still need more. We can… We can go to my room?” He says it like a question and you can only nod as your head falls over his chest. He hugs you tightly as he takes some big towels and throws them around your body until you are decent enough to walk to his room.

You don’t know how many times you fuck, how many orgasms he coaches off you, but by the time he falls asleep, you can’t keep your eyes open anymore.

When you wake up, he fetched you some breakfast and helps you shower tenderly, your legs giving up under you every few seconds as he chuckles every time. When he asks you out after that, you can only say yes.

[writing-rat]

Such a cockslut

JENNA ORTEGA X AFAB READER (NO PRONOUNS USED)

Warnings: 18+ Content, Smut, G!P Jenna, Blowing smoke in face, blowjob, mentions of a photo being taken, semi-public sex, first RFP so may be bad

INSPIRED BY: @deep-fried-egg

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It had been a long and stressful day for Jenna at the studio. She was stretching as she was walking inside the door after exiting her truck and was putting her bag down on the floor then took off her boots. She looked around for Y/N then. She peered into the kitchen, not seeing you then peered into the living room. That’s where she saw you wrapped in a blanket, looking at her like an owl from over the couch. Half of your face was covered so your smile was hidden. “There’s my favourite girl,” Jenna grinned out, unable to help it before she was jumping over the couch and saw that smile before she cupped your cheek, and kissed you. You proceeded to kiss back, a big blush going across your face.

“I’m gonna go out and smoke now, okay hon?” Jenna spoke. You nod before thinking. “Can I join?” You asked shyly, as you had a plan to help her destress even more so she didn’t have more than 1 cigarette. Jenna, intrigued, nodded. “Course you can my love,” she responded. She led you both out to the front porch as she sat down, lighting the cigarette as she was manspreading like she usually did. You eyed her crotch before you looked around seeing no one. Slowly you went onto your knees in front of her, which shocked her as she was looking down while smoking her cigarette. She was getting hard, you could see it through her green jeans. Slowly you start to rub her inner thigh as you look back up at her, seeing if she was consenting to you starting to undo her zip. You even licked your lips to tempt her, to which she nodded. 

“Go on. You are just a slut for my cock, hm?” Jenna asked, looking down at you. You blush as you nod, starting to unbutton her jeans. She put the cigarette in her mouth and pulled her jeans and boxers to her knees as you were slowly starting to kiss her inner thighs. Jenna grasped the cigarette in one hand, the other gripping your hair in a tight grip before you slowly licked up her dick, to which she held tighter, a low groan slipping out. “Come on. I know you are hungry for my dick, so just suck it, hm? Be a good cockslut?” Jenna teased you. Blushing bright red you nod as you start to take it in your mouth, first sucking the tip before you inserted more in your mouth.

Jenna kept groaning in pleasure as her grip tightened impossibly harder, her hips bucking in your mouth. You let out a whimper before you start to bob your head up and down, your hand trailing to her balls and slowly starting to rub them too. Jenna loved it, and she knew you did too. She rubbed your hair as she smoked, groaning and moaning even coming out now. She slowly inhaled into your face, which you whimpered at but found hot. “Cockslut likes to have smoke blown in their face too, hm?” she hummed out innocently, to which you blushed and nodded. You sucked more and noticed a pattern. Every time you reached her stomach she would blow smoke in your face, like it was a treat. 

It was working though. Soon she was getting close and it was becoming obvious she was about to cum. You kept deepthroating and on the fifth time she came inside your mouth. You swallowed it all immediately out of instinct, looking up at Jenna as you kept her dick in your mouth. She proceeded to take a photo before she was rubbing your hair. “Pull your shorts and panties down, cockslut,” Jenna commanded. You did as told, revealing your wetness as she licked her own lips. “On my lap, make sure my dick is entering you,” Jenna added on. You were quick to obey as you lined both her dick and your pussy together, before slowly going down on her. Once fully down you expected her to thrust as she smoked, but she didn’t. She didn’t move at all, causing you to whimper and grind against her thigh.

“Ride me, I won’t move or touch you,” Jenna informed you. You was bright red before you was slowly going up and down, all shy before you thought and undid your button-up flannel and revealing your tits to the famous woman. She looked down as you felt her dick twitch inside, ogling your chest as you was riding her. She blew smoke on them as you gasp, nearly getting your sweet spot hit but was just a bit too high. “Such a good cockslut. Not finding that sweet spot are you?” Jenna teased, lifting her eyes up from your tits to her face and held your jaw, making sure you kept eye contact as you rode her and as she smoked. “Open your mouth whore,” she degraded you. Opening your mouth, she blew into it as you gladly accepted it. Hell, a moan came out even which you was blushing at, getting more drenched as you kept riding her. 

You soon came, unable to help it as you just found your sweet spot. You knew Jenna hadn’t cum just yet, causing you to keep bouncing on your sweet spot as you whimpered and mewled in pleasure, Jenna moaning more as she wanted to feel and hear your moans on her neck. She quickly moved your face to her neck as you rode her, whimpers and moans pressed against her neck. She let out a groan before she came inside you. You let out a gasp and let out a whine before she was bending you over a table.

You knew she wanted you even more now. She had pulled out to make sure to tease you as she was taking off her shirt. Eventually she was inside you again as she was starting to hold your sides, pounding into you hard. She moaned as she did so, ignoring the fact people could see you as she soon groped your breast with one hand, the other slipping to your ass and groping it as she was letting out loud moans. You proceeded to whimper, mewl and whine as you bit the table a little, closing your eyes. She was slowly starting to mark your neck and your shoulders as you moaned, her constantly hitting that one spot inside you. She was already getting close due to coming 3 times in the same hour. She waited for you to cum however. After 2 minutes more of her pounding, you both came at the same time as she was holding you by the breasts and the ass still. After a minute of riding out your highs, she slowly pulled out and kissed her cheek, seeing the abandoned cigarette as she stubbed it out. “That was your plan all along huh?” Jenna teased. You blushed hard and nod. “Yes…” you spoke shyly. “Come on, let’s get you a bath, some food and water then we can cuddle and watch some films,” she spoke gently before kissing you gently. “What do you say?” She asked, wanting consent. You nodded, feeling your heart flutter. “Please and thank you,” you speak, before kissing back.

[highvern]

Say So

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Genre: suggestive, frenemies to lovers

Warnings: no actual smut but implied at the end, references to nakedness, Wonwoo gets a boner bc he’s kinda a loser

Length: blurb

Note: enjoy :)

“Hey, Y/N, can I ask you a question?” Wonwoo starts.

You pull your eyes away from the tv screen to look at his face. “Ugh, I guess?”

“Why don’t you go back to your own house and stop bothering us?”

“Sweetie, if you’re in love with me just say it.” You try your best at an earnest expression, proving to piss Wonwoo off more.

“Get out of my house!”

Wonwoo is at his wits end. You’ve been sleeping on the couch of his shared apartment with Mingyu after a leak from upstairs flooded your room. Lucky for you the repairs were only supposed to take a week and a half, unlucky for him since it’s been the hardest (pun intended) week of his life.

At first Wonwoo was more than fine with you staying with them, unbothered by your presence since you were out and about most of the day. In reality, you were a better roommate than Mingyu was sometimes. You cleaned up after yourself, insisted on chipping in on groceries, and caused as few problems as possible. But Wonwoo’s attitude shifted after the first few days, frustration seeping in, leaving resentment to fester.

It started with your showers. You were a night owl like Wonwoo and showered last thing before bed. But it wasn’t when you took your showers that Wonwoo had a problem with, it was more so how. You were rather… vocal during the minutes it took you to bathe. Dreamy sighs and moans prompted by the relaxation of tense muscles penetrated through the wall Wonwoo shared with the bathroom. They filled his brain with foggy images of you naked and wet, skin flushed from the hot water and slick with soap. Even the times you hummed a familiar tune, the throaty noise entranced him him like a siren song, only proving to make his infatuation worse.

Then came the clothes you slept in. At first glance there was nothing wrong with your attire, some variation of baggy shorts and a T-shirt each night. Neither showed enough skin or clung to your figure in a way that was remotely suggestive. But in the mornings, when Wonwoo left his room, he could see the way the fabric rode up from your tossing and turning. Your bottoms bunched around your thighs, accentuating the plush flesh. Your shirt slid up so far it barely covered your ribs, making Wonwoo privy to the fact you sleep without a bra on. One morning, he exited his room to witness your shorts rode up so high he could see the bottom of your ass hanging out. From that day on he refused to come out of his room until he could hear you up and moving.

Wonwoo tried. He really really really tried not to be the weirdo that gets riled up just because a pretty girl is in his general vicinity. Especially when he knows you’re not doing it on purpose. He feels like a pervert when the moans you release in the shower make him hard. Or the fact that since that morning he saw you on the couch his thoughts are haunted by all the ways he would wake you up if you were in his bed in the morning.

“You wanna kiss me so bad, Wonwoo.” Your teasing suggestion pulls him back to the present.

“You’re such a pain in the ass.” He’s trying his best to stay cool; however, the blush that races across his face and burns the tips of his ears could be spotted a mile away.

“That’s not a no.” You sing, turning around on the couch to face where he stands in the kitchen. Your head tilts to the side, gaze daring him to correct you.

“Yeah well it’s not like you’re any better.” It’s a weak response but he hopes it’ll get you off his back before he does something embarrassing.

“You’re right…”

He says nothing. He can’t have heard you correctly. Even so, Wonwoo is pretty sure his heart has stopped beating.

“I want to kiss you.” Your eyelashes flutter and now Wonwoo knows for certain he’s hallucinating.

“You what?”

“I. Want. To. Kiss. You.” Each word is enunciated, clear as can be.

You wait for a response, but Wonwoo doesn’t look like he’s even registering your words let alone comprehending what you’ve asked him for. You’re beginning to lose your nerve when he shakes his head.

“I—“ he clears his throat and starts towards the couch, “I can do that.”

Across town, Mingyu is unaware how very lucky he is to be sleeping at his girlfriend’s apartment for the night.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 29 - Flag

@wolfstarmicrofic August 29, word count 600

“I’m taking it,” Sirius declared as he looked up at the ceiling in the Great Hall while they were eating breakfast. 

“Where will you even put it?” Remus asked him. “We don’t even have anywhere to live yet, how do you know there’s even going to be anywhere big enough to hang it?” Remus tried to make him see sense, but Sirius was having none of it. Once he got something like that in his head, he wouldn’t stop until he’d achieved his goal. He spun around in his seat, trying to spot the right person. He waved a hand to flag down Lily Evans as she was about to pass them with Marlene and Mary. 

“Oi, Evans, will you give me a hand?”

“With what?” She paused beside him, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. 

“You’re the best in our year at charms and I need help getting one of those down,” He pointed his finger up at the huge house banners hanging above them. 

“Nope,” Lily spun away. 

“What, why?” Sirius whined. 

“I’m head girl, Black. I can’t just steal a banner right in front of the entire faculty and student body,” She rolled her eyes at him. “And don’t even think about helping him, Potter,” She glared at James. 

“Yes dear,” James grinned as he leant over and kissed her lightly on the lips. 

“Good boy,” She smiled back at him before she, Marlene and Mary headed for the exit. 

“Aww, no fair,” Sirius sulked, crossing his arms on the table and dropping his head onto them.  

“Sorry Pads,” James patted him on the head. “I’ve got to do what she says,” James shrugged. 

“Hey,” Remus leaned over and nudged him with his shoulder. “Lily said James couldn’t help you, but she didn’t say anything about me not helping you,” Sirius’s head shot up off the table. 

“You’d do that for me?” He gasped.

“Of course,” Remus chuckled, ruffling his hair.

“I bloody love you, Moony,” Sirius grabbed him and kissed him hard.

“Love you too,” Remus kissed him again quickly before pulling a Dr Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Firework from his bag. He dunked it in his pumpkin juice and launched it towards the Slytherin table, right at Snape. It went off with a deafening bang, shooting multicoloured jets of light into the air. The Great Hall was chaos as the sparks bounced around the entire room. The marauders cackled with glee when they saw the sooty mess Snape was in. They slipped out undetected with the rest of the rabble. But it wasn’t until they were safely back in the Gryffindor Common room that Remus pulled the hastily folded banner from under his robes. 

“Oh, Moony, I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you,” Sirius stared at him in awe.

“Just promise me you won’t hang it over our bed,” He laughed, knowing that Sirius had already had that idea without him saying a word. 

“Yeah, okay,” He conceded. 

“Or the toilet,” Remus arched a brow at him. 

“Remus, that’s so unfair,” But he accepted it nonetheless and decided it could hang from the ceiling in the living room. 

He took it upstairs and hid it safely in his trunk. He’d owl it to Monty later on, he’d hide it for him until school was over. He went back down to the Common room where his friends were now lounging on the squashy armchairs and sofas. He hopped into Remus’s lap and snuggled down. He couldn’t wait for school to be over so he could do this every day, all day, for the rest of their lives. 

[flowerandblood]

Green Snake, Red Lion (5)

[Slytherin • Aemond x Gryffindor • female]

[warnings: sex content, smut, safe words, fluff]

[description: Aemond is a Chaser and captain of the Slytherin team. His biggest rival on the pitch from the Gryffindor team, turned to be his biggest fan, and he hates her with all of his heart. His hatred towards her slowly turns into something else, when she one day stands up for his sister, Helaena. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond kept a straight face as Solren appeared with her luggage and an owl in a cage at the front door of their house, throwing herself around Helaena's neck. He stared at her as his family stood together in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, pretending that the sight of her didn't move him at all.

In fact, everything inside him tightened, his stomach filled with heat. He wanted to pounce on her, pick her up, carry her to his room and lock her up there, doing everything he'd dreamed in the last few weeks when he thought about her.

He shuddered when he heard his mother's voice, who invited the girl inside and slowly began to explain to her where her room would be. Solren stepped timidly inside, offering everyone a polite greeting. When his eye met hers, she blushed and looked down.

A menacing grin of satisfaction crossed his face but she didn't see it, as she headed for the stairs with her luggage. Their mother waved her wand and her trunk flew down the stairs along with her other belongings. However, she did not want to give them the cage with her black owl, saying that she would carry it herself.

Aemond had to admit that Henry, which turned out to be her owl's name, was the most sullen and indifferent animal he had ever seen. He stared straight ahead as if he were made of stone, not looking at anything around him. Aemond offered to take the cage from her, thinking it impolite for her to carry it around their house. She smiled at him and they both went upstairs.

Aemond and his family lived in a huge old townhouse that had been passed down from generation to generation. There were a lot of furnishings inside that were a hundred years old or more, so it felt like they were walking around a small Victorian mansion rather than a house.

Their house was dominated by dark shades and greens which his mother loved, so it was both gloomy and elegant at the same time. Aemond thought those two words perfectly described his family.

He walked down the hall and opened one of the small spare bedrooms. He went inside, her bags already there waiting for her. Solren looked around, dumbfounded and intrigued, a huge smile on her face.

She paused in the hallway, looking at the moving paintings and photos of his ancestors. Aemond looked at her expectantly and pursed lips, slightly frustrated that she paid more attention to the decor of his house than to him.

"Come here." He grunted low, impatient, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

He saw her blush at his words, swallowing softly and blinking rapidly. She hesitated for a moment as if afraid of what was about to happen. Aemond couldn't help seeing her confused expression and just chuckled low, his gaze softer.

"I won't do anything to you."

Solren pursed her lips and approached him timidly. Aemond noticed her big, cute winter-print sweater, her pleated skirt and her bright tights. He swallowed hard at the thought that without her school uniform, emblazoned everywhere with the frustrating crest and colors of her house, she just looked adorable and innocent.

He grabbed her cheek and pulled her to him, cupping her face in his hands, making her gasp, her lips parted in surprise. He took the opportunity and leaned towards her. He squeezed her bottom lip between his, sucking it lightly, releasing it with a loud, wet click that made her mewl softly.

The sound made him shiver as he dug into her lips. He tried to caress her as gently and tenderly as possible, massaging her fleshy, swollen skin. He flinched when he felt her hands wrap around his neck. She stood on tiptoes to deepen the kiss, returning his touch so subtly and devotedly that he was out of breath.

He pulled away from her, pressing his forehead against hers, both of them breathing uneasily, staring into each other's eyes with misty gaze. His thumb rubbed her cheek in a slow, circular motion, trying to enjoy her momentary closeness, her scent filling his lungs.

She finally smiled, so sweet, warm, light, that he kissed her again, more greedily this time, parting her lower lip with his thumb. The tip of his tongue slid into her mouth and brushed her palate. She shivered all over, letting out a muffled, sweet moan.

A soft, quivering "I missed you" escaped her mouth straight into his lips, swollen with desire. A shudder went through him, a helpless, low moan escaped his throat.

Unable to stop himself, one of his hands slid down to her buttock, grabbing it under the fabric of her skirt, pressing her against him and making her stomach feel how hard he was.

They broke apart, staring at each other in disbelief, his hand making her rub against his pants again and again, all red with embarrassment, her lips glistening with sucking and squeaking, parted in silent desire.

"I've been like this for a weeks because of you. Continuously." He purred, feeling his manhood throb through his pants in delight at her closeness, his hips rubbing against her body, searching for any way to find relief and quench his thirst.

He parted her bottom lip with his thumb and slipped his finger into her mouth. He gasped in delight as her fleshy walls pressed against him, her eyes dreamy and hot.

Unable to stop himself, he began to slide his thumb in and out of her mouth. He barely suppressed the throaty groan when he felt her start to suck on him, her tongue teasing his skin.

He stared hypnotized at this perverted, ambiguous scene without blinking, wanting to remember it exactly. He thought with delight that someday he would make use of those sweet lips on another part of his body.

He slipped his thumb out of her mouth. He wanted to kiss her again to soothe her, feeling her whole body tremble with emotion, but he quickly removed his hand from her buttock when they heard someone running up the stairs.

Aegon glanced at them blankly and said that it would be dinner in a moment. Solren nodded and left quickly, all red, not even turning back. Aemond left with her, not wanting his brother to see what was happening in his pants.

They all sat down at the table, plates, tablecloths, cutlery and ornaments fluttering around them in their proper order in a large dining room. Room had high windows on one side, illuminating a long, dark wooden table and old, antique chairs, adorned with beautiful carvings. Solren approached his mother, asking if she needed help in the kitchen. Alicent blinked, not understanding for a moment what she meant.

"There will be no need, Trembly takes care of everything." She spoke softly, and Solren froze suddenly and turned pale as if she had just realized what was happening.

They had their own house elf.

Solren sat down at the table, looking around uncertainly. Trembly paused in the dining-room aisle but did not cross the threshold. A petite elf with huge eyes snapped her fingers, and a variety of food appeared in front of them on silver platters. Aegon immediately served himself a roast, without waiting for anyone.

Aemond sat across from the Gryffindor, but he saw that her enthusiasm had suddenly faded and she wasn't looking at him. He wondered if it had something to do with Trembly and the fact that aristocratic habits such as servants were increasingly moving away these days.

He pursed his lips at the thought that she probably thought them vain, and indeed, she wouldn't be far wrong in assuming so.

The Targaryen family had a rich purebred pedigree, one of the few families in Britain to boast of. His father was no henchman of Lord Voldemort and refused to cooperate with him when he had the greatest strength. Nor did he become a Death Eater, although he was blackmailed and threatened with the death of his, then, still small children.

Whatever one may say about his father he may not have been a good man, but he wasn't a person who took pleasure in suffering or killing others either. He considered himself superior to others as a pure-blood wizard, but he had no intention of hurting the Muggles, simply regarding them as fools that he paid no attention to.

Nevertheless, he used all the privileges that his status and his position in the Ministry of Magic afforded him, completely and shamelessly, just like his grandfather, Otto, his mother's father.

He, unlike Viserys and Alicent, had been working with Voldemort throughout his entire existence until his downfall. Aemond had no idea how the Minister of Magic hadn't fired him after such a massive betrayal. He believed that his grandfather simply had the political influence that the minister needed.

Trembly had been with them for as long as he could remember, helping his mother with household chores and keeping their house clean. She was an excellent cook, his parents never had any objections to her and treated her gently.

They never hit her or insulted her, considering her a creature so intelligent and necessary that they did not want to humiliate her or cause her pain. Sometimes his mother had to reassure and comfort her when one of the guests said that he didn't like something, that she cooked.

Aemond taught Trembly to read.

After an unfortunate accident and the destruction of his eye, Tremlby would come to him every evening, bringing him cocoa.

No one had asked her to, but there was no other way she could show her concern about his condition that didn't go beyond the generally accepted master-servant relationship. He didn't talk to anyone then and plunged into the world of books, the world of imagination, the only one where he had both eyes again.

Keeping the spell on his face would require constant concentration and tire him, so he gave it up and covered his artificial blue eye with an eyepatch. His mother had made it sparkle like a precious stone, but he didn't like looking at it anyway.

Once, Trembly, placing her mug next to his bed as she did every night, looked at his book and asked what story her young master was reading about this time.

Aemond had told her then without thinking that if she wanted to he could teach her to read, so she could see for herself.

He was the loneliest in his life then. He completely closed himself off from his family but he couldn't deal with what was going on in his head. He wanted someone to break his resistance, let him cry and scream, but his parents and siblings couldn't do it, accepting his half-desired isolation, although he tried to tell himself otherwise.

Alicent secretly from her husband - and Viserys secretly from her wife - gave the Trembly a small amount of money once in a while. Trembly loved to embroider and crochet so she went to the haberdashery once in a while to buy new yarns, threads, and whatever she needed.

Aemond felt that Trembly was treated like part of the family in a way. When she fell ill, her mother and Helaena took care of her, allowing her not to do her daily chores. They barely cooked anything together in the kitchen, even bringing a poor-quality chicken soup to Trembly, which she ate out of sheer courtesy.

He knew, however, that Solren didn't know all this. He stared at her tensely, hoping that her inner Gryffindor wasn't now telling her to moralize his parents, or worse, accuse them of promoting slavery.

Solren, however, whatever her thoughts were she kept them to herself. Everyone began to eat, and Viserys obviously wanting to cheer their guest up as host decided to talk to her.

"What do your parents do?" He asked, slicing a piece of meat and putting it in his mouth, looking at her with unfeigned curiosity. Solren swallowed the bite of roast that she had just put in her mouth and cleared her throat softly.

“My dad owns a small bookstore in our town and my mom works for the town council.” She said calmly, taking a sip of juice, stressed that now the attention of the whole table was on her. Viserys nodded approvingly, looking up at her over his plate as he helped himself to more potatoes.

"They're both wizards?" He asked lightly. Alicent and Aemond gave him a shocked look as they tossed uneasily in their seats.

"Husband, this is not appropriate." His wife chided him in a slightly trembling voice, looking at her apologetically. Solren swallowed hard, ashamed.

"Yes." She said, lowering her eyes. Viserys smiled, not caring at all about the fact that he might have led to an awkward situation to say the least.

"They studied at Hogwarts? Which houses did they belong to?" He asked curiously and Aemond sighed softly, taking a sip of water from his glass, impatient.

Solren nodded.

"My dad was in Ravenclaw and mum was in Slytherin." She said softly, playing with her fork and the piece of meat that she was dipping in the sauce. Viserys raised his eyebrows in surprise, nodding.

"So where did Gryffindor suddenly come from?" He asked, amused, looking around the table to see if the others found it funny as well. Solren giggled lightly at his words, relaxing slightly.

"The Sorting Hat took my request into consideration." She said with a smile.

Aemond looked at her intrigued. He had heard that when the Sorting Hat hesitated, she allowed the child she was choosing a home to express his opinion and desire.

In the case of Aemond, she exclaimed "Slytherin!" practically without even touching his head. His father also looked curious, but didn't elaborate as dessert suddenly appeared in front of them and he reached for his favorite cheesecake right away.

The rest of the dinner passed in a pleasant atmosphere. Helaena and Solren went upstairs to talk to each other, wanting to spend some time together. Aemond, after a while, also went to his room.

He read a book for a while, and when he felt drowsy, he changed into sweatpants and the loose T-shirt that he always wore to sleep. He lay down on the bed, sighing heavily. He felt his whole body tense, he couldn't lie to himself any longer.

He wanted her.

He turned his head and looked at his walls, which were full of posters of flying Quidditch players from his favorite Bulgarian team. He thought that he had watched these characters all his childhood, promising himself to be like them.

Now, that he was the captain of the team and a successful player he realized, that he still didn't feel fulfilled. He wondered if he would ever experience that feeling in his life.

He flinched as he heard a soft knock on his door. He walked over to them and opened them. He shivered when he saw Solren, also dressed in pajamas, a T-shirt with a small Gryffidnor logo and red shorts. She looked at him uncertainly, scared.

"I wanted to wish you good night." She whispered softly, apparently afraid that someone would hear her. He swallowed loudly, his gaze involuntarily falling to her breasts and nipples which showed slightly through the material of her shirt.

"Mhm" He hummed low, unable to say anything more.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her shift uneasily as she realized what he was looking at. She wanted to pull back but he wouldn't let her, grabbing her waist, lifting her up and pulling her into his room, closing the door.

He didn't let her react and smothered her startled squeal with his lips, kissing her hungrily and loudly, panting, feeling that he was at his breaking point.

He massaged with his lips her wet, wonderfully moist, hot skin, feeling her rapid breathing, her legs and arms entwining over his body. He sighed in delight, keeping his hand slid into her hair, not letting her leave his lips for a second.

He set her down on his bed, kneeling between her thighs, breathing heavily, looking at her with a look so dark and hot that she turned her face away. Her cheeks were red, her whole body trembling with emotion. He felt his cock throbbing in his pants, completely hard. He thought devastated that he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Have you ever done that?" He asked low, and she looked at him wide-eyed, inhaling quickly.

He saw her chest heave unevenly. He stroked her thigh with his hand, trying to calm her down. She shook her head slowly, and he pursed his lips. He was silent for a moment.

"Would you like to try?" He asked quietly, and she swallowed hard, a powerful shiver ran through her body. He could see that she hesitated, terrified of what was happening to her.

"I don't know." She sputtered softly, scared, not knowing what to do, how to behave.

Aemond's jaw clenched at her words, desperate. He looked at her helplessly, imploringly. He ran his fingers across her cheek. She buried her face in his hand, shivering all over.

"I want to touch you. Everywhere. I'll do it and you'll tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" He whispered, his heart pounding like a hammer, his thumb stroking her soft, hot skin.

She drew in a breath and nodded, but he frowned.

"I have to hear it, okay? You have to say it." He said, feeling tightness in his chest. He didn't want her to agree to this just to please him, terrified of rejecting her otherwise.

She looked as if her voice was stuck in her throat, her whole body trembling with uncertainty, desire and hot feeling that just fought with each other inside her. She parted her lips, breathing unevenly, staring at him with hazy eyes.

"If something goes wrong, I'll tell you to stop." She whispered softly, swallowing hard.

Aemond hummed low and leaned in, his lips brushing her thigh, pressing against her soft skin. She squealed softly in surprise, leaning back. He pulled away from her, his hands going to the fabric of her shorts and panties. He pulled them slowly from her legs, her eyes huge and terrified, staring at him in disbelief.

“Four colors, just like the colors of the houses at Hogwarts. Green will mean that you enjoy it, yellow that you want me to slow down, blue that you feel discomfort and red that I am hurting you and you want to stop. Repeat.” He said softly, parting her thighs in front of him, showering her bare legs with soft, light kisses.

He heard her mouth open with difficulty, any sounds frozen in her throat at the sight of what he was doing to her, the way he touched her shamelessly. She swallowed hard. He thought fondly that her throat was dry with emotion.

"Green means… means it's feels good − yellow means − ah!" She sucked in a breath, feeling his mouth move down her thigh, sending a shiver down her spine. Her fingers tightened on the sheets around her, her legs trembling with excitement and horror at what was happening to her.

"Easy. Yellow means what?” He hummed low, marveling at how she reacted to his slightest movement, how sensitive and gentle she was.

He wanted to purr every time his lips pressed against her hot, soft, firm skin. He wanted to lead her to spasms, to make her cry with pleasure and overstimulation. To see what he can do with her. His cock throbbed hard in his pants at the thought.

"− t-that I want you to slow down." She sputtered, gasping for air as she saw his face bent down between her thighs. A choked moan escaped her lips as she felt the tip of his tongue brush over her throbbing womanhood, wet with lust.

"− Aemond −" It escaped her lips like a plea, but she didn't finish the sentence, she moaned again, trying her hardest not to be loud, afraid someone would hear them. She couldn't help it feeling how wonderfully he teased her clit, licking and massaging her gently, making the tension in her lower abdomen unbearable.

"Blue?" He murmured, continuing to caress her, his large hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wider in front of him, his nose brushing over her clit as his tongue timidly slid inside her hot, moist core, tasting her.

Solren slipped her hand into his hair, feeling her whole body tremble with desire, a pleasure that she had never known before spreading over her belly, making her head buzz. She was all red with embarrassment, seeing him between her legs, kissing and licking her there. She had to concentrate very hard to get any words out of her mouth.

"− that I − ah − t-that I feel discomfort −" She sobbed as he felt his tongue slithering deeper and deeper, pushing her insides apart, his tip once in a while running through the spot that sent shivers of pleasure through her. He noticed it and she felt him smile.

"Very good. Red?" He grunted, breaking away from her for a moment, then went straight back to his previous caresses, beginning to deliberately lick her and press his tongue to the point where her body spasmed.

"I − oh Gods − that I want you − to − t-to stop − ah!" It escaped her throat like a helpless moan as he sped up suddenly. She didn't even know when her hips began to respond fervently to his caresses, her hand clenched in his hair pressing his face to her, wanting to feel him deeper, stronger.

"What's your color?" He panted, his fingers tightening on her thighs, his tongue sliding in and out inside her with a loud, perverted, wet click. Her whole body trembled, he knew that she was close to fulfillment.

"− green, green, God, so green −" She sobbed helplessly, moving her hips rhythmically towards him, feeling something coming.

When she was on the edge, he pulled away from her abruptly, pausing, and she let out a clumsy, disappointed moan, staring at him with wide eyes. He paused, looking down at her, undoing his sweatpants, a smirk on his face.

"Look at you, what a little mess you are. Who would have thought, hmm?" He asked as he climbed onto the bed, forcing her to lie down on her back, her breathing ragged and rapid, her mouth parted in desire.

He licked his lips at the sight, already on the brink himself. He thought that a few thrusts inside her would be enough for him to just come.

“I want to do this with you so fucking much, little one. Do you want it too?” He asked, breathing quickly, wiping her moisture from his face, looking at her expectantly. She swallowed loudly, a huge shiver ran through her body, her cheeks all red, her lips swollen with desire.

"I…yes." She mumbled softly, obviously devastated that she couldn't say no to him, that she wanted it as much as he did.

He let out a loud exhale of relief, squeezing his eyelid shut, feeling like his cock would just explode if he didn't put him inside her.

He took her thighs in his hands and spread them on either side of his hips, watching her carefully, searching for any sign of discomfort on her face. He didn't want to hurt her but he was desperate.

He saw her look away in embarrassment as he slipped off his boxers, his swollen, throbbing cock completely hard and sore. He placed one of his hands by her head, leaning into her, the other guiding tip of his member to her entrance. He heard her draw in a sharp breath, her hands clenching the fabric of the quilt around her, her body tense in horror.

"Easy, little one." He hummed tenderly, his manhood rubbing against her entrance, all sticky with her juices. "We're going to do it very, very slowly. All right?" He asked, and she nodded fervently, her lips parting sweetly.

He grunted contentedly and leaned over her, placing a tender, hot kiss on her mouth, her fleshy lips deliciously wet and full. He pressed his forehead against hers as he began to push against her, causing both of them to inhale loudly.

"Spread your thighs wider. Yes, that's right, such a good girl." He hummed appreciatively and kissed her again, muffled her loud moan. He slided into her a little, throbbing all over, his tip feeling her wet, tight walls pressing down on him in horror.

"Easy." He whispered, squeezing his eye shut as he tried to push himself deeper into her. Another helpless moan escaped her lips as she felt him stretch her walls, swollen with desire to the limit.

" I − blue, please, blue −" She mumbled in horror, feeling pleasure and immense discomfort mixed with pain at the same time.

Aemond looked at her in surprise and stopped immediately. He leaned over her again, cupping her cheek in his hand. He pressed his face against hers, and she wrapped her arms around him tightly, seeking shelter for comfort, trembling all over.

"It's okay." He whispered, planting sticky, slow, loud kisses on her lips. He grunted in satisfaction as he felt her start to reciprocate, her walls slowly starting to loosen. "It's okay. We have a lot of time."

They kissed like that for a long time, tenderly and passionately. He wanted to tell her that what he felt was not just physicality. He wanted to have her, possess her, to be in her and feel her.

He needed her.

The thought of him being her first men filled him with indescribable pride.

She finally broke away from him and looked at him so tenderly, so warmly, that his heart sank.

"− I think − I think you can slide deeper, if you want to −" She whispered softly, slightly embarrassed as if she were talking about something lewd and unclean, something not to be spoken about aloud.

He grunted in satisfaction at her words, rose a little and tried again. They both moaned loudly in surprise as he managed to slide all the way in right away, filling her completely.

He couldn't help himself, his hips automatically slipping out of her gently and all the way into her again. He repeated these movements slowly and tenderly, looking at her intently, panting loudly with her, feeling the heat of her body, her rough, fleshy walls pressing against him so wonderfully.

"− yes, that's right, little one − ah − you're so fucking tight −" He panted as he stared at her in delight, her parted lips letting out a soft, sweet moan every time he thrust inside her again. Her hair spread in a mess around her head, her eyes full of hot emotion that made his cock throb even more.

He leaned over her and kissed her again, repeating his slow, gentle thrusts, sliding into her easily with the wet sound of her juices, already sticking to both of them. Her hands tightened on his hair, pulling him to her, their noses and mouths touching their faces chaotically, placing small, tender kisses on their skin.

Unable to take the tension any longer he set a slightly faster pace, making a shiver of pleasure run through him, the heat in his belly unbearable. He rose on his shoulders, looking at her, his thrusts getting faster, more aggressive.

She just moaned helplessly under him, looking at him pleadingly, feeling him deliberately rubbing his cock against the place that he had previously caressed with his tongue, driving her crazy.

"− Aemond − I − please −" She mewled, both of them panting loudly, their bodies covered in sweat, the mattress creaking softly beneath them.

Aemond couldn't think straight anymore, focused only on how badly he wanted this, how long he had dreamed of it. About her, about being inside her as now, about this wonderful feeling that filled him, about the pleasure that he felt every time his cock pushed against her walls again.

He shifted his position, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to him, squeezing her lovely spot at a more intense angle for her. He sped up and she pursed her lips to keep from moaning too loudly, afraid that someone might overhear them. He couldn't help but chuckle lowly at the sight, his thrusts getting faster and more brutal, entering her and tearing her walls apart mercilessly.

“My little girl is about to come, huh? Feels good?” He hummed in delight at the way that she writhed beneath him, no trace of pain or discomfort on her face anymore, only pure euphoria, desire and delight.

"Mhm" She choked out, focusing on how wonderful he filled her, the way his thighs slammed against her butt each time that he entered her again. The way his fingers tightened around her hips as he thrust his cock into her greedily, panting heavily and moaning with pleasure, just like her.

"Color?" He gasped, moaning helplessly, unable to construct any longer sentences either because of the pleasure that clouded his mind. His hands clenched around her buttocks in a quick, brutal rhythm, his thighs slapping against her skin with a sticky, perverted slap.

"− Green, Aemond, please − I-I think − ah! −" She sobbed, leaning back suddenly, a strong, aggressive orgasm rushing through her body in hot, long waves, blacking her eyes. She threw her head back, moaning softly beneath him, her body convulsing, overstimulated as he continued to fuck her with all his strenght.

"− I − oh, sweet God − fuck! −" He panted low, clenching his teeth, stopping himself from expressing the pleasure that he felt aloud.

He slid out of her and he came onto sheets, his hot cum flowing out of him in a stream. He squeezed himself for a while longer with his hand, panting heavily, strands of his long hair stuck to his face.

She stared down at her, delighted to see her, her soft, relaxed body, her restlessly heaving chest, her closed eyes, her lips parting sweetly in a loud, ragged breath. He thought that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Surprised by his own discovery, he lay down on top of her and just cuddled up to her.

"Sleep in my bed tonight."

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[jacevelaryonswife]

Hi, honey💕. So... Well... What, if our lovely monk can no longer resist the desire, to kiss his beloved wife on the lips? Well, those lips, that are between her thighs...

ㅤㅤ The sweet taste of sin

∴pairing: Osferth x Fem!reader

∴warning: obscenities, female receiving, english is not my first language

part two

The carnal intimacy in your union with Osferth developed with time and patience. None of you were experienced and/or extroverts when it came to sharing a bed, especially your sweet husband, who in addition to being shy was a little more religious than most people. However, as body-to-body contact became more common in your marriage, the urge to test and discover things grew in parallel. The great reason for the curiosity to break new ground was the exchange of experiences with other lords and ladies, although for Osferth it was almost involuntary to hear, unlike you, who whispered subtly with your friends about the experiences of the flesh.

Living with other men meant constantly hearing about libidinous acts of all kinds, but one specific account caught his attention—almost horrifying him.

“The best way to stop a woman from talking is to shut her bottom lips, if you know what I mean.”

It wasn't the first time he heard about it, but the situation responsible for bringing him to the current moment was a few weeks ago when he heard Finan's advice to a young squire whose lady was still chaste and wished to remain so until marriage.

"You don't just have your cock to satisfy a woman, use your tongue and make her want more, she can also use her mouth to your advantage."

After that, the immoral thought of having his face between your legs took up more and more space in his mind. He was genuinely intrigued by the use of something as common and harmless as the mouth in such a… pleasurable activity. It felt wrong, almost a sin, but how could he think of anything else when your hands were palming him in that place during wet kisses? When you warmed him with kisses and licks on his neck and chest, with the tenderness of your mouth and the receptive warmth of your flower… everything was so good and intoxicating. His sweet wife, so beautiful and affable, so devastatingly tempting.

Osferth has tasted your lips, your face, your neck, the soft skin of your stomach and breasts. What would it be like to wrap your intimate petal in such an intimate kiss? How would you receive the idea?

He did not know. He was terrified, but it didn't go unnoticed by you.

“Is there a problem, my love?” You asked sweetly, cupping the right side of his face in your hand. It wasn't the first time you identified that look before they surrendered to love. It seemed recurring lately, but you wouldn't let it go from today.

The owl sang as you shared physical affection and loving words by candlelight, your white dress leaving little to hide in your precious husband's long arms, leg crossing his hip innocently.

“My lady”, he whispered after inhaling deeply, eagerly kissing your neck.

“Husband”, you replied quietly, melting and closing your eyes, briefly forgetting the nervous eyes and uncertain fingers of seconds ago. “Mm, do you want me?”

"Yes my love."

Turning to have it above your body, you scanned it intently, holding both sides of the beautiful, smooth face you loved so much. “You look nervous, did something happen? You had that look the last few times…”

Oh Lord. That was the moment. Sudden dryness clogged his throat and a red color stained his cheeks, remembering the last time he'd snaked his fingers up your thigh and planted kisses on the soft skin to settle between your legs and… that's enough, he couldn't take any more. He needed to say.

“My lady, th-there's something I'd like to do,” he began, propping himself up on his elbows and struggling to choose the right words, “now, there's something I'd like to do now, which some lords do for their wives. .”

"What my love? What would you like to do?”, you saw the flush rise in your Osferth's face, leaning in too to prop himself up on his elbows, lips close to his again. “No need to be ashamed, husband, tell me”, your hands stroked his hair. Heavens, he was totally embarrassed, hoping you'd catch on to his intentions quickly.

“My love… I want… I want to be between your legs. Kiss, between your legs.”

Oh! Your mouth parted in realization, smiling shyly and almost satisfied at the thought. A few ladies described the sensation as majestic and delicious, but it felt so indecent to think of your exquisite husband licking your nectar, so wrong… it didn't lessen the tingling between your legs.

“Osferth. I want. I want this, husband”, you kissed him tenderly, trying to calm him down through the slow movements of your lips. You lay down with him on top of your body, opening your legs to fit him.

“Are you sure, my love?”

“Yes, yes I have. I want you."

Even with your consent, Osferth was still nervous, nodding as he lowered himself to your hips, snaking his long fingers down both thighs to feel the softness of your flesh and slowly up your bed gown. Standing face to face with your naked flower, he preferred to plant a few kisses on the inside of your thigh before…

How should he proceed?

Remembering Finan's advice, your husband tentatively licked the midsection of your femininity, contemplating a part of her pearl with his tongue. Your legs closed and a low moan escaped, hands moving to cup the sides of his face. Osferth took another short lick, seeing your reaction repeat itself.

“More, husband, I want more.”

Using more pressure, he licked a longer strip over and over, gripping yourlegs a little tighter to keep your body still. As your sounds increased, Osferth buried his head deeper and held your hips for better support. The sensation was fantastic and warmed your entire body, spurring your femininity to provide additional moisture as it tingled where your husband's tongue gazed.

“Kiss me my love, kiss me more”, you whimpered, lifting your hips a little. “I want to feel everything.”

The fiery little thing you were allowed to harness your husband's wet member for your own lust, rubbing your intimacy in your sweet monk's face. “Eat me as if I were a fruit.” Your pert mouth enchanted him along with your nectar, the sweet taste of sin he lapped at so greedily. He started to suck you like a peach, devouring your petals from top to bottom, especially on that mound where you sang the loudest. So good, so delicious is his wife. Osferth surrendered completely to the mercy of your taste and your sounds, moaning when you squeeze his head between your thighs and pull a few strands of his dark blond hair. When the sweet pleasure that pooled in your pearl suddenly exploded, your eyes closed and a loud moan left your lips, enjoying the extra stimulation during the heat before gently pulling your husband away.

“That was so good,” you said breathlessly.

He was fascinated by your sweaty body and the peculiar taste between your thighs, wiping moisture from your face with his forearm. His bed pants didn't do much to arrest his manhood, leaving him conspicuous and in need of your attention, with a hazy look and slightly open mouth.

How could you deny your lovely husband anything?

Getting up slowly, you squeezed him gently between your pants to hear him groan. “Let me return the favor, my love.”

hope you like it dear 💙

[frenziedfireworks]

hi! i was wondering if you could do something like draco having a sort of mental breakdown, and the reader comforting him? or maybe the reader catches draco trying to scrub or scratch his death eater mark off. ps, i love ur work 💗

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary : Your boyfriend is having a tough time and you're there to help.

CW : sad!Draco, Draco rubbing his skin raw, bit of a mental breakdown + comfort

You had been staying at Malfoy Manor quickly after you received an owl from your boyfriend. The tyrannical things his father was making him go through and the trauma he had to endure.. You had hoped to lighten it. You knew he had his bad days but he mostly preferred to keep it to himself. He had said “it’s easier for him to think” during those moments. You had more just accepted he still wasn’t used to affection and he had been terribly neglected. 

Today was one of his bad days. You had sauntered around the manor all day in hopes of catching a glimpse of him. Much to your dismay the only person you caught was Lucius. 

“Ah, Y/N. Out for a stroll? Do be careful. You never know what you will find around the manor these days. Definitely at this time of night.” Lucius said in a haughty tone as he looked you up and down. You simply nodded to the man and began to walk away. You had to see Draco.

–

Your hand went to knock on his bedroom door when you heard the muffled sobs. You knew he wouldn’t let you in until he had finished or would just act like nothing had happened. So despite better judgment and privacy for your boyfriend, you yanked the door open. 

Draco’s bloodshot eyes met yours before he turned away. You noticed his pulled sleeve and the scratches against the dark mark. He had been picking at it long enough to draw blood.

“Dray, sweetie.” You moved in and rubbed a hand lightly against his back. His body wracked with silent sobs as he slowly leaned into the touch. You took it as a good sign and wrapped your arm around him, pulling his form into you. “It’s going to be okay. I know things are hard but we are going to get through this. Together - remember?” You whispered to him and he took a few deep breaths. His head turned and you saw how puffy and red he was. Evidently crying for some time now.

“Do you really think it’ll be okay Y/N? After everything I’ve done? I am just becoming what I hated.” His words spat with disgust and his nails traveled down the scratches on his forearm. Your fingers pushed his hand away and you brought it up to your lips. You placed delicate smooches against the burnt skin, watching as his grey eyes widened.

“You have been pushed and pulled in every direction. You do what you must to stay alive. You are not them and never have been. You are a survivor.” You brush at his pale locks and lean in to press a soft kiss to his forehead. The blonde’s face melts and he automatically nuzzles into your neck. His grip around you is tight and his breath left goosebumps. 

“I love you. I’m sorry.” Draco’s voice was small, obviously still feeling the turmoil. You just hummed and held him in the embrace. You were glad he had finally allowed you to see him - the true him.

“I love you too. There is no need to apologize. I’m here for everything. Good or bad. You’re safe with me.” You could feel the tiny smile against your flesh that widened on Draco’s face. He may not have an easy life but he would always have you.

–

“Let’s clean you up and get you to bed.”

 You walked to the bathroom and grabbed a rag. You wetted it with warm water and made your way back, grasping at his mangled arm. Draco took a few deep breaths as you washed over the spot and then placed the towel against his face. Moving it against his porcelain skin you wiped away until he looked pleasantly relaxed. You placed a small kiss to his lips before placing back the cloth. Draco scooted up the bed and got in, waiting for you to join him. 

You got comfy beside him and sighed as you felt his head lean against your chest. Your fingers ran through his hair and his breathing began to slow.

“Goodnight Y/N. Thank you..”  

Your heart warmed at the soft and sweet tone, happy to bring some comfort to your dear boyfriend.

“Anytime honey. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[anemoic-pluviophile]

Tease - Part I

Summary: Sebastian shows you what the boys around Hogwarts would do if given half a chance.

Couple: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: all characters are aged up, possessive!sebastian, dom!sebastian, sub!reader, oral sex, rough sex, foreplay, praise, minors dni

Crisp air blew over your spine as you entered the Undercroft. The chill didn’t bother you, in fact the dark room reminds you of the Common Room - soothing in its cool calmness. The moonlight leaked in through the small windows.

“Y/N, you made it” Sebastian’s voice startles you as he steps from the shadows.

“Your owl said it was urgent, I know you were upset with me earlier but I promise Gareth didn’t mean anything by what he said,” you ramble as he walks towards you not stopping until we rested back in the shadows, your back pressed up against the cold stone wall. Sebastian blocking your only exit, centimetres away.

“Will you shut up about goddamn Weasley already” he exclaims placing a hand firmly on your waist, bringing an end to your speech. His eyes were dark and you could hear the anger in his voice.

“I wasn’t mad at you,” Sebastian whispers his tone softening, as he places a hand under your chin, lifting my head until your eyes meet. “I was simply frustrated by how close he was getting to you. You seem to forget that I know how boys think.” You smirk to yourself realising - he wasn’t mad that you sought Gareth’s help, he was jealous.

“And what to boys think when I am close to them Sallow?” you retort, tracing a finger up his chest. Your heart rate quickens as you see a flicker of something through his eyes for a moment. A different kind of darkness - one with more warmth.

“You know damn well Y/N” his grip on your waist tightens. Your smile grows as you thread your arm around the back of his neck entangling your hand in his soft hair.

“I don’t believe I do Sebastian” a growl escapes from his throat as he moves closer to you. His hand tracing down your neck as he glances down at you, removing a stray lock of hair from your shoulder.

“I don’t think you want to do this,” he replies his voice deeper now, more raspy.

“Do what?” you ask looking up at him innocently through your eyelashes, as your other hand trails down to the hardness growing in his pants. His hand returns to your neck, lightly pressing down.

“Every goddamn boy in this place wants you- I see the way they watch you as you walk through the halls, and I know you’re not stupid enough not to notice. They would give anything for the chance to have you” he moves closer in, so close you back is against the wall.

“And what would they do if the could have me?”

Sebastian pushes his lips to yours, his hand never moving from your throat. You return the kiss as your heart begins to beat faster. He pulls away, leaving you breathless.

“I’m sure they’d start with something like that, but then I think they’d move on fairly quickly it might be their only chance with the one and only Y/N Y/L/N,” his hand moves from your waist down your hip and thigh until he reaches the hem of your skirt, “They’d want to fuck your brains out” he says as his hand moves towards your centre. You know you’re dropping with anticipation. “I don’t think they’d be able to stop themselves after they saw how wet you are” he smirks pressing tighter around your throat as he slides a finger inside you before swiftly removing it and bringing it to his lips.

“For me?” He asks, raising an eyebrow before sucking the juices from his finger. The anticipation making you quiver as he presses tight against you removing his hand from your throat. You kiss him passionately, with a ravenous hunger you didn’t know you had- Sebastian fiddles with your tie removing it. He breaks the kiss grabbing your hands and tying them firmly together. He slides your skirt up so it’s bunched around your waist. He pauses as he goes to unbuckle his belt.

“You have to say you want it” he says bringing one hand to my cheek, “I need you to tell me you want me to fuck you, and for all that teasing I’m going to be rough- naughty girls need to be punished” he slides his fingers inside you again, more this time. You gasp as he begins to move them in and out. You moan in pleasure as he begins to quicken his pace.

“I need to hear you say it”

“Please Sebastian,” you whimper, “fuck me.”

He didn’t need anymore as he slides his belt out of its loops and undoes his pants freeing his hardened member. He places a hand on my shoulder guiding you down to your knees, a hand tangled in your hair. You pepper kisses down his chest as you go. He moans in anticipation as you lick slowly from the base to the tip, the saltiness sitting on your tongue as you engulf him. Tears prick your eyes as he hits the back of your throat, he uses the hand tangled in your hair to hold you there for a moment before he releases you. You continue sliding him in and out of your mouth, traipsing your tongue over the tip. A groan escapes Sebastian’s lips as he grips your hair tighter forcing you into a steady rhythm. You can feel his orgasm building, he thrusts into your mouth choking you, holding you in place as you squirm.“Good girl,” he exhales as he lets you go. Removing himself from your mouth. Tears seep from your eyes as you try to catch your breath, the reprieve only momentary as within seconds Sebastian has you on your rear pressed against him, you can feel his wet member throbbing as he reaches around to grab you by the throat. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten what a tease you were, like I told you naughty girls need to be punished”

… to be continued …

[anticidic]

Dear writing muse, Here is a writing prompt to help get you into the spooky mood: "Don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you?" Share with me the things you dread so I may know what to lay upon your stone, a story of SKK brain rot would definitely take a high seat on your throne. (Did i intentionally make it rhyme... possible so.)

(cw: blood/injury mentions)

Drip, drip, driiiip…

A twig snapped underfoot. Something splashed. The bubbling current of the brook he thought so close now sounded impossibly far away and six feet submerged.

All around him, the wind picked up—leaves rustled, branches groaned, and the end of his scarf came loose in the breeze, whipping the side of his face. Chuuya touched his neck with his dirty fingers, scratching the phantom itch so terrible he wanted to jump out of his skin because it burned the more he dug mud-caked fingers in. He felt the force of a thousand tiny ant soldiers marching up and down the column of his neck, circling all around and up and down the nape into his hair and down his spine.

Shuddering, he shook away the sensation and sucked in a deep breath. Calm. He needed to remain calm. Yet how could he do that when the trees closed in on him and the starry sky above disappeared into a sea of nothingness? Not even the moon shone. He pressed on through, underbrush scratching his skin and thorns pricking his ankles, catching in his socks and tearing needlepoint holes when he tugged himself free.

“This goddamn place, I swear…” Chuuya muttered, heaving a sigh as he stopped to catch his breath. Sweat beaded at his forehead that he flicked away with a few fingers, smearing wet warmth across his hairline. When the stench of copper reached his nose, he grimaced.

“…looking for you.”

Chuuya’s attention snapped to the nearby trees.

Nothing.

Right above him, the sound of a tree branch bending and snapping under a heavy weight. Too loud to be the wind. Too heavy to be that same owl mourning from afar. A cold streak ran through his heart and a bottomless pit of dread opened up in his stomach.

Don’t look. Don’t. Look.

No, he had to. He felt the presence of something and knew he was not alone. He looked up and saw a pair of eyes, beady and yellow in the darkness, staring back, unblinking, but couldn’t make out the shape of what he saw. Chuuya clutched his phone a little tighter.

Right. He had his phone’s light. He could use it to expose whatever thing was staring back, except making any sense of his racing thoughts proved impossible with the roar of blood rushing through his ears and his heart hammering in his chest.

It laughed. A laugh that soundly oddly human. A human laugh that did not belong to his missing friend. It was a man’s.

“Who’s there?” Chuuya demanded, though his voice cracked under the pressure of the unknown. He stepped backward and stumbled over a thick, gnarled root.

The thing laughed harder, and Chuuya swore he saw those eyes finally move, almost disappearing as if it had the face of a man and he imagined someone amused.

But people did not have yellow eyes.

“Looks like you found yourself in quite the predicament, haven’t you?” it spoke in a smooth voice—a voice that did not fit with the hooting of owls and cawing of crows. Too out of place for this fragmented and cursed place that existed solely by nightfall as the forest swallowed whole the light of day.

Gritting his teeth, Chuuya aimed his phone up at the source of the voice and flashed the light through the trees.

A man stared back, smiling for the camera pointed at him, flashing fanged teeth.

No. Not quite right. He had the appearance of a man, but Chuuya did not miss the claws peeling chipped bark and the eight—no, nine—tails that fanned out behind him in dashes of white and blue color against the black forest canvas. Something about this man made his blood run cold and he took off in the opposite direction, ignoring the burn in his lungs that screamed for him to stop or else as he pushed past overgrown bushes and cut himself on the unruly thorns of roses that bloomed high and tickled his skin. Against the sound of his own panting heard the laughter border on hysterical, footsteps hitting the ground behind him swift, almost light.

Leaves crunched underfoot. Earth squished.

Plop, plop, plop…

Shadows darted past him and something soft touched raw skin. A warm caress in the autumn twilight if not for the body he ran into and the hands that snaked around him, wrapped tight and refusing to let go. Claws pressed into his back and breath tickled his ear.

"Gotcha."

A scream tore itself from his throat, with no one to hear.

In the silence that followed, a soft weeping knowing the end was near even as the body refused to give up and he dug his heels into the ground. The slow dragging of his body against his will by the hand around his wrist persisted, past the bubbling brook and the meadow his friend disappeared in. Past bare trees until his feet hit stone and they walked, together, up a path leading to a shambled hut peeking through the low, purple glow of overarching trees. Next to the hut, the tiniest candle with a flickering, almost-dead flame.

He flinched when he felt a claw drag down his cheek. Harsh, but not as harsh as the unforgiving sting of the wind lashing his face.

"Don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you?"

[avatarmerida]

Um idk what to say about this except Hunter deserves to receive more compliments and Amity has never known how to process Willow’s taste in men

-

“Okay guys, just gimme like 10 minutes, okay?” Willow said, running eagerly ahead. “I just wanna check on my plants real quick. I’m sure they’re okay but I just wanna be totally sure because I-.”

“Go on, we’ll be fine!” Said Amity, seeing Willow was slowing herself down for their sake but desperately wanted to run ahead. Willow didn’t need to be told twice as she darted full speed up the stairs to her room. From the sound of it, her plants were just fine and delighted to see her. As they headed back to the Owl House, Willow’s house was on the way and when she had asked if they could make a quick pit stop Camila saw nothing wrong so long as they were quick and stayed together.

Hunter smiled at the distant sound of Willow happily greeting her plants as he looked around the living room, suddenly aware that it looked stuck in time. A few months ago it was brimming with life and light, and now it was dark and cold without Willow and her dads gracing the rooms with their love and laughter.

“Hey, what are these?” Hunter asked, turning to the dining room table which was covered in glossy brightly colored books.

“Oh, those are just some silly magazines Willow and I used to read when we’d do our homework,” said Amity as she walked in from the kitchen, the vibrant colors reminding her of a less chaotic time. “We would fill out the quizzes inside and gush about these bard coven bands and argue over who our favorite was.”

“Really? Heh.” Hunter flipped through the pages with a quizzical smirk, remembering Willow had once mentioned listening to a band once while they were messaging on penstagram back when they had first met. “Who was Willow’s favorite?”

“Take a guess.”

“Probably the most handsome one, right?” He said pointing to the obvious front man whose face was featured much more than the other members in the collection of mini posters that occupied the series of pages.

“Uh, not exactly,” said Amity, pointing to the corner to the “mysterious loner” of the group. His smile was more reserved than the others and his overall demeanor carried something... familiar.

“Him? Really?” Hunter chuckled, swearing he saw imprints of faded green lipstick stains near his photo. He wondered just how long they had been fading.

“I dunno, Willow has... unique taste.” Amity said with a shrug and slightly soured look. “We very rarely agree on things like that. I mean, she does not get Azura like at all, which just doesn’t make sense if I’m being honest, because I think...”

As Amity continued ranting, Hunter flipped through the pages and read the silly answers written in Willow’s bubbly handwriting, each ‘I’ dotted with a flower and the words twirling at the end as though they were carefully arranged vines. He treated her circled answers like a treasured artifact, admiring the little hearts and daisies she doodled in the corner of the pages. He also couldn’t help but want to take the silly quiz himself and see if their answers matched.

“...but I guess disagreeing can inspire debates. I mean, like the other day I was telling her how when I first met you I called you scrawny and that practically set her off because when she first met you she thought you were sooo cute, so obviously we don’t-.”

“She thought I was cute?” Hunter repeated, tuning back into Amity's rambling.

“Huh? Oh.” Amity’s hand sprang to her mouth, quickly realizing she should not have said that. “Uh maybe? Ya know, ha, it was so long ago, I might be misremembering. Actually, she might have been talking about a wet cat she saw on her way to school so actually-.”

“You just said you were talking about it yesterday.”

“Did I say that? You know, it was so long ago who can really remember what I said, we should-.”

“Amity, if you’re gonna make fun of me could you at least not use Willow? I don’t know why you’d think-.”

“I’m not making fun of you! I just, uh...” Amity insisted, quickly looking back at the staircase to make sure Willow wasn’t coming back yet. She changed her voice to a harsh whisper. “Ugh, okay listen, Willow would kill me if she knew I told you this but... do you remember before Halloween when I told you to change out of your costume?”

“Yeah?”

“She was actually really upset that I said that because she thought that you looked... handsome.”

Now THAT is a look

“Me?” Hunter asked as though there was someone else she could’ve been referring to.

DON’T listen to her.

“Yeah?” Amity replied, still unable to give a reason. “I mean, she was so mad at me for telling you to change, she threatened to summon a cactus to my bus seat before I sat down.” Amity laughed at the memory, knowing Willow was only a little serious about following through. “And she stared at the photo she took of you like the entire ride, like you were a magazine model or something.”

“She thought I looked... handsome? In my costume? Like the costume I’m wearing right now?”

“Shh! Yes, but you can’t tell her I told you,” said Amity, looking around paranoid. “I wouldn’t lie about that though, I promise.”

Hunter made his way into the living room, finding his reflection for the first time in a hall mirror. It was dusty but still he could see the difference from the last time he had seen his own face. There was a lot to process. Days ago he looked completely different and now it was though he had suddenly aged, he was tired and dirty and covered with scars.

“Do you think... she still thinks I look handsome in it?” He said, his hand tracing his newest scar.  “Ya know, with how... different I look?”

“Well,” Amity started, knowing there was more within the inquiry. “She also talked about how much she liked you, ya know? The way you talk, what you talk about-

“She never mentioned my voice being... annoying?”

“No, actually,” Amity said, realizing Willow was probably the only person she had never heard refer to it in such a way, even as a joke. “Which is saying something because she used to always say that having bad eyesight made her hearing better,” Amity recalled. “I don’t know if that’s true or not but Even when you wore those hideous shoes with the holes all over them she still thought you were so cool... for some reason.”

Handsome AND cool? It seemed too good to be true.

“Does she... talk about me a lot?”

“Ya know, if you really wanna know what Willow thinks about you then you should ask her,” said Amity softly, putting her hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “But don’t tell her you talked to me, otherwise she’ll get suspicious.”

“But has she said anything about... the way I look now?”

“Oh no, you’re not getting any more information from me!” said Amity dramatically, walking back to the kitchen table. “I’ve said too much already, if she ever found out that I said any of this I’d have more than a cactus to worry about.”

“But why wouldn’t she want me to know? Is she embarrassed?”

“Well I dunno, do you tell Willow you think she looks nice every time you think she looks nice?”

Hunter opened his mouth to offer a smug response before he realized that while he did in fact let Willow know she looked nice it was usually agreeing with someone. She would walk down to the basement to show off a new dress she had found while thrift shopping with Vee and wanted to show how nicely it complimented the cardigan Hunter had repaired for her and Hunter would be in awe of how she always managed to pick colors that brought out her eyes. He would think how lovely, how stunning, how utterly beautiful she looked but he never said these words.

Instead, Gus would usually deliver the compliment. He’d say “Wow, Willow you look great!” and then nudge Hunter in the ribs with his elbow as he’d raise an eyebrow and say “Doesn’t she Hunter?” Willow would look at him with anticipating eyes for his thoughts, but the sparkle that found her eyes with her expectations only increased the things to say, and Hunter would end up only being able to nod in agreement or mumble a simple “yes.”

Is that how he made Willow feel? How could he ever...?

“Fair point,” He cleared his throat and tried not to convey the journey his mind was on and hoping he seemed like he was totally normal about the question. “Thank you for your clarification, I shall keep the matter between us.”

“You’re not gonna act... weird about this are you?” Amity asked, fairly certain she already knew the answer.

“Me? Weird? No! W-w-why would I be weird about this?” Hunter sputtered nervously.

Oh, she definitely already knew the answer.

“Okay, well I hear her coming back so zip it,” ordered Amity. “If I wake up with a cactus in my sleeping bag, I’m taking you down with me, spaceman.”

Hunter wouldn't know how to bring it up even if he wanted to.

“Sorry it took so long,” said Willow, entering the room on a vine. “But they’re doing great, luckily the automatic water system I instilled has been working perfectly.”

“That’s great, Willow.” said Amity with a smile.

“Yeah that’s totally great!” agreed Hunter, his voice sounding panicked for no apparent reason. “Awesome! Cool! Yeah...”

“Yeah,” agreed Willow, confused by the room’s vibe. “But uh, we should probably get back to the others. I don’t want Camila to worry.”

“Oh yeah, good idea,” agreed Hunter.

“Oh, before I forget,” said Willow, pulling something off her wrist. “I found this yellow scrunchie in my room and I thought since your hair is longer again, you could use it to keep your hair out of your eyes.”

“Really?” he said, as she slipped the hair tie onto his wrist. “Thanks, Willow.”

“’Course,” she said with a smile. “It’s your color, after all. Plus we gotta make sure we can see that pretty face of yours.” She added with a wink.

“Haha yeah o-o-okay,” he said with a gulp. “I should uh, g-g-go check if the coast is clear.”

He ran ahead as Willow chucked to herself, clearly pleased with his reaction. She watched as he ran to the doorway and pulled his hair back into a ponytail and secured it with Willow’s scrunchie.

“Woah, did it just get hotter in here?” Willow whispered to Amity, a faint crimson gracing her cheeks as she watched fondly as he scanned the outside area, his pulled back hair making it easier for her to see his defined jawline. Before Amity could offer her comment on the change in temperature, Willow cut her off as she continued in a dreamy tone. “Never mind, I think it’s just Hunter. If ya know what I mean.” she added playfully, bumping Amity’s arm with her elbow.

“I really, reeeally don't,” groaned Amity as though she was in physical pain, having endured this talk for months in the human realm and now realizing that there was no end in sight. “You have got to stop saying things that to me I am begging you!” Amity pleaded.

“I’ll stop when he stops,” said Willow with a shrug, fanning herself with her hand for emphasis (half to upset Amity further and half because she was truly grateful she had found that scrunchie).

[telomeke]

I was tagged by @colourme-feral at this post here, @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle at this post here, and @wen-kexing-apologist at this post here. Thanks for tagging me, guys! 🥰

My schedule is usually too packed with work these days for me to spend much time on Tumblr, but I have a window of time right now and I'm definitely doing this one, especially because it was so much fun reading yours. 😍

So–

coffee or tea – COFFEE. I am an absolute addict; two or three cups at breakfast, one at lunch, a couple more in the afternoon. But will have a cup of tea every morning as well because I heard it's good for you? | early bird or night owl – BOTH. Love starting my day when there's no one about, but my natural body clock keeps me up later and later. So some days I'm up at six, others I'm off to bed at 3AM. Is it any wonder I look tired all the time? 😂 | chocolate or vanilla – BOTH. Vanilla as a flavoring for most things (LOVE vanilla ice-cream and vanilla cake) but I'm also a chocolate FIEND and can chow down pounds of it at a time. So if I'm having chocolate I want a full-on, unadulterated, deep, dark, decadent chocolate experience. Not dulled and diluted in cake or cream form. I will make an exception for the fudgiest of brownies though. | spring or fall – FALL. Love the colors, the whiff of smoke in the air sometimes, the chance of some late sunshine that missed the boat for summer, and the chill ever-deepening in the air. It's rarely sodden the way spring can sometimes be, and I hate a wet spring with a late-winter thaw.

silver or gold – BOTH. Silver to wear, gold to buy. | pop or alternative – POP. I love a catchy hook, and some indie music can be too tuneless for me. | freckles or dimples – BOTH. Freckles (especially on red-heads) are cute, but then when I saw Fluke Jeeratch (formerly Pongsakorn) smile… well! 👀😍 | snakes or sharks – SNAKES. They're beautiful, but there's also danger humming below the surface and that just adds to the allure. As for sharks, well, I liked eating them – and not just the fins in soup – but it's not politically or environmentally correct (I've been told) so I don't anymore.

mountains or fields – MOUNTAINS. I've had a few wonderful mountain holidays. Love the cool, crisp air. | thunder or lightning – THUNDER. There's something sexy about that crack and rumble. Lightning is just scary. | egyptian mythology or greek mythology – GREEK. Greek gods and goddesses, so beautiful and always nude. LOL | ivory or scarlet – SCARLET. Some days my favorite color is a bold, bright red (not every day, though).

flute or lyre – FLUTE. Something about the brightness of the notes makes me synaesthetically see the sunlight dancing on a clear stream as it runs over polished stones. Love it whenever I get cross-sensory experiences. | opal or diamond – DIAMOND. They're this boy's best friend, LOL, because I love a bit of sparkle (though I don't dress with bling, except for my cufflinks). | butterflies or honeybees – BUTTERFLIES. They're just so pretty. | macarons or éclairs – MACARONS. Pierre Hermé my beloved! (I have a sweet tooth, can you tell? 🤣) Plus macarons are one of the traditional pastries that are naturally gluten-free. I'm partial to lychee rose ones, and rich chocolate ones (if they get the fudginess right). But vanilla is too mild for this. Another one for the vanilla v. chocolate duel!

typewritten or handwritten – HANDWRITTEN. I think handwriting does reveal personality and how your mind works, to an extent. So I love not just reading it, but also reading into it. Then again, I do love the clack-clack of a manual typewriter though. | secret garden or secret library – LIBRARY. A secret garden would be cool to discover and experience, but beyond that – the bugs would bother me too much to want to spend much time in there. Whereas I could disappear for days in a library. | rooftop or balcony – BALCONY. But not for the reasons you might think. Balconies are rarely comfortable unless the weather's good and you have a nice view. But they help shade your interior space and keep it cool when the weather's too hot. Most rooftops are service spaces so they don't actually look very good, with a fair bit of grime. (Have you SEEN the real rooftop of Tinidee? No wonder BBS filmed at Chana City Residence instead.) Plus flat roofs will eventually leak, which is a huge hassle to repair. | spicy or mild – SPICY. Prik kee noo my beloved! Also cili padi/cili api/siling labuyo. It's my way of remembering my late mom, who loved her chillis packing the most searing heat.

opera or ballet – um, BALLET? I've been moved to tears by dance before. But opera just sounds like loud wailing to me, so I've never been for a performance. I suspect I may have a Pretty Woman moment of my own when I do though, since there are some arias I like. | london or paris – PARIS! J'ai deux amours – mon pays et Paris… (Joséphine Baker is a legend for a reason.) London is a cool city though, but for sheer range of experience (from the gutter to the stars) it's still Paris by a whisker. | vincent van gogh or claude monet – MONET. I love the Impressionists, and a visit to Monet's house and garden was the highlight of my trip to Normandy. That and the cider. 🤣 | denim or leather – DENIM. Leather's uncomfortable to wear, unless it's for shoes.

potions or spells – SPELLS. I think I prefer my magic more action-packed, in the moment and with immediate results. | ocean or desert – OCEAN. I'm a Waterboyy at heart, and have many joyful memories of holidays by the sea as a kid. | mermaids or sirens – MERMAIDS, for the same reason as previous. Plus sirens are half-bird, and I am slightly ornithophobic when I get up close to any avian. | masquerade ball or cocktail party – MASQUERADE. I love fancy dress and costume parties. And I find the small talk at cocktail parties both daunting and boring.

Onward tagging:

@visualtaehyun @ruthsic @delesaria-blog @solitaryandwandering @twig-tea

@suni-sun @nihilisticcondensedmilk @neuroticbookworm @lovelyghostv @grapejuicegay

@airenyah @pandasmagorica @waitmyturtles @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @hyp-no-tic

@writerwithoutsound @hughungrybear @dreamenormous @sparklyeyedhimbo @callipigio

@pickletrip @kinyeee @breezy-bird @dribs-and-drabbles @dimplesandfierceeyes

@recentadultburnout @blmpff @bengiyo @lamonnaie @kattahj

@zimmbzon

No pressure if you don't want to play. And if I didn't tag you but you do want to play, please do so! Please tag me so I can read your responses as well!

Here's a clean version if you're going to play: 😍

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or éclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party

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[monstersflashlight]

Hello ! How are you ?

I have a little request here. I'm curious if you have any ideas or prompts about an owl, harpy bf monster with their human s/o ? The harpy bf is a cute nerdy guy and the human s/o is whatever you can imagine.

Have a nice day !

Hi there! Sorry I didn't answer this sooner, I loooooove harpies. I had to look up what an owl harpy is but daaaang that's cute as fuck! Hope this little txt is worth the wait! <3

Owl-harpy boyfriend who stalks your hope from a near tree. He saw you passing by one day and was mesmerized by your beauty. He keeps looking at you as you sleep and thinks how good it would be to be closer to you. He ends up buying the house next door, too shy to say anything until one day the fence between your houses collapses. He introduces himself then, promising he will fix it.

By the time the fence is fixed and your backyards don't meet, you want to push it down again just to see him working on it over and over. He looks magnificient with his wings, talons and cute little beak. You are mesmerized by his form and beauty, and maybe you spend more time than not sleeping at night just so you can see him a bit more each day. Your sleep schedule completely fucked up because you have a big BIG crush on the owl-harpy next door.

After the fence incident, you start flirting with him, bringing your best puns, but it's not working. After a couple weeks flirting with him and him being completely obvious about it, you break down and ask him on a date. He stutters and says yes, making you coo at him as he blushes in the most amazing shade of soft brown. You aren't sure what he eats, but he offers to prepare dinner at his place. The moment you step into his house and see the big comfy nest in the middle of the living room, you want to kiss him senseless. So you do. At first is a bit weird with his beak and all, but you make do. You make out messily on the nest and against the wall and against the kitchen counter... You are thirsty and hungry for each other and it's the best feeling in the world.

When you are intimate for the first time, you are surpised to see his cockpocket. He's shy about it, but when you tease it with your fingers and his cock comes out all sticky and warm... you are sold. The fact that you aren't the only one wet when you get to it is as arousing as nothing else was before. You love how wet he gets, how desperate when you play with his slit and stop his cock from coming out compltely, playing with his tip still inside of him. It drives him insane, it makes him beg and squirm and his wings get all fluttery behind his body. And when he finally fucks you, he's so wet that it goes in without any problems, so nice and slow and dirty... You love all of it. Having sex with an harpy is the best experience of your life.

It's not until months later when he confesses that he bought the house just to be near you, you think it's weird as fuck, but what else isn't about him? He's so quirky and weird and you fucking love every part of it. Of him. And when he confesses that he's in love with you, you go down on him for so long that he screams so loud because of oversensitivity that your neighbor two houses down calls the police.

[writing-rat]

Sneaking Out

Pairing: Camila Montes X Reader

Content warning: No spoilers, smut, 18+ content, vaginal sex, G!P Camila

REQUESTED? YES

Summary: Can you write about y/n sneaking into Camila's room at night and they have sex or whatever and they almost get caught at the end?

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Sneaking out was hard in Owl Cove but you had found it easier after JP found the keys and was able to keep them. The keys alternated between you and JP then, and tonight was your turn. You proceeded to take your tracker off and left in your bed before you went over to the door and peeked out. You saw no staff member before you quickly rushed over to Camila’s door, feeling your excitement grow. She had offered for you to come to hers that night so you could see what she was like in bed, which you wasn’t going to miss. You had seen her erection some of the days due to the uniform not hiding anything. It was plain as day and she always went to the staff bathrooms whenever she got one due to not wanting to get in trouble.

You was soon at her door as you knocked on it quietly. 5 knocks just like she requested for when you was foing to come in. After a few seconds the door opened and you was let in quickly before the door was closed. You was pinned against the door immediately, feeling rough kisses on your neck. You let out a gasp and closed your eyes instinctively as you threw your head back, a whimper slipping out your mouth. “Already got you needy, hm?” Camila teased, keeping your hands pinned up against your sides as she was placing herself against you. You could feel the bulge grow against you as you bucked your hips, a moan slipping out. “Yes, you have ma-Camila,” you answered immediately. Camila stopped all movement at the near misspeak, but she was wanting to hear it. “Master? Ma’am? What was you going to say? If you don’t I won’t dick you down like you want me to. You know I won’t. You can wait 2 months actually before you get the chance to be fucked again,” Camila commanded. You blushed as you knew she was an asshole and she would restrict you from her dick. She had seen you staring at it a lot after all. “I was going to call you master,” you admitted shyly and gulped, before you felt her dick twitch against your thigh. She smirked before a hand went to your throat where she was dragging you off to the bed. She was making sure you could breathe before she let go and pushed you on the bed where you finally got a look at her. She was wearing a black bra and the white trousers that contrasted the bra. The bulge was visible and she even put water on her crotch area to emphasise it. She enjoyed the way you stared at her bulge as she put her hands on her hips. “Are you even listening to me?” Camila asked, which caused you to shake your head. “Sorry, I was distracted,” you blushed as you kept staring at her dick. 

“You want my trousers off?” Camila asked, lifting your jaw up to meet her eyes. They were glazed with lust as well as passion, to which you nodded immediately. “Words,” Camila commanded.

“Please master,” you spoke as you ogled her chest as your jaw was still being held. “Good puppy,” she responded before she was removing her hand, unclipping her bra first then tugging her trousers down revealing some white boxers which were wet with water and precum. You blushed, taking it all in as you opened your legs instinctively. Camila noticed however you didn’t before she crossed her arms. “Clothes off, now. Underwear too,” Camila demanded. Obeying, you did as told and blushed as she was drinking in your looks. She also noticed how wet you was. “On the floor and on your knees. Pull down my boxers with your teeth,” Camila instructed you, to which you was immediately doing. You proceeded to grab the middle of them with your teeth, blushing bright red as you did so, feeling your face close to her dick. You soon got them down to your knees before Camila held your hair and was dragging your head up over to her dick. You predicted it so you quickly moved your head closer before licking up and down at first, making direct eye contact with Camila. You blushed as you did so. “If we were allowed phones I would definitely be recording this,” Camila grunted out as you was soon starting to take her tip in your mouth, your other hand slowly caressing her balls. You was soon taking it in your mouth, but gagged halfway. You was slowly sucking back up, your spare hand rubbing the shaft as you was planning on sucking more eventually, you would train yourself to. Camila kept gripping your hair as her moans were getting louder. 

After a few more minutes, Camila was soon starting to get louder and was gripping tighter before she came into your mouth. You immediately swallowed as much as possible, blushing bright red. Once you was done however you was bent over the bed. “You better be ready for my dick,” Camila grunted out needily before she entered into you gently and slowly. She was wanting you to enjoy it after all. You let out slight moans and grunts of pleasure as you bit the bed hard, knowing you would be sore tomorrow. She was soon fully inside as she held yor hips, slowly thrusting as she was letting you take your time still.

You was soon nodding after 2 minutes, allowing her to go rougher and faster. Camila seemed to be happy about that as she sped up, gripping tighter as she was moaning, one hand going down before she was rubbing the clit. You let out a whimper as she did so, her other hand trailing to your neck before she started to choke you as she thrusted. It felt even better as you arched your back, more groans slipping out as you was taking Camila’s dick well. She was grunting as she thrusted, pressing her body against you and was effectively keeping you pinned down against the bed. She had put you in a mating press.

You loved the position as you felt yourself getting closer. “Fuck, I’m close master,” you whimpered out as you effectively begged to cum, “What would you do to cum?” Camila grunted out against your ear. “Anything,” you whined out. “I’d suck your dick anywhere, I’d jack you off anywhere, I’ll go commando for you. Hell, I’ll let you finger me at the dinner table,” you begged out as you was about to cum, but you wanted permission from Camila to cum. You felt Camila’s dick twitch at the suggestions while also getting faster before she was nodding. “You may cum,” she grunted out. Gratefully you soon came before you felt her own dick pulse due to cumming in you. You was panting as she peppered kisses all over your neck and thigh, praising you for how good you were. 

You were about to speak when you heard a knock on the door. Quickly Camila went under the covers, making you also go under the sheet but curl up. “Yes?” she called out. One of the staff members proceeded to walk in. “Who’s in here?” the staff memer asked, glaring as he was looking at her. Camila feigned confusion. 

“What do you mean?” she asked.

 “We heard moaning. Who was here?” the staff asked, even more annoyed. “Ever hard of self pleasure?” she spoke back. The staff member stood, gaping his mouth before he left, not having a response. Camila smirked before she was looking at you, who was looking up at her innocently.  “Go on your side,” she commanded. Curiously you nodded before doing as told, when you was being big spooned. “Goodnight,” she spoke quietly. “Night,” you respond, a smile on your lips as you fell asleep.

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

weekend prompt: millinda and unintentionally ominous looming

Millinda is growing in my brain from 'haha how would these two interact' into 'oh Miller is her pet piece of wet bread.' I'm going to end up writing Blue Team makes Miller a real Spartan eventually, I just know it. Thanks for the prompt! (It got away from me)

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Miller was finding that working with Blue Team, while incredibly stressful, was also incredibly rewarding. He felt like he was behind the camera of a nature documentary, watching in real time as the S-IIs wordlessly and flawlessly took down their prey. There was some chatter on TEAMCOM, but it was mostly from him doing overwatch.

Again, they adapted to the drills and scenarios immediately, including him and listening to what he had to say. His intel mattered. He mattered. There was no mistaking himself as part of Blue Team, but they had him at their disposal and made use of him. He helped before shit hit the fan and he wasn't playing catch up. Even if he left each session with Blue Team exhausted. Wire tight tension and the utmost focus for a prolonged period of time left his head hurting. Miller was being pushed to the limit and he liked it. Training with the best was like opening a door he never knew was closed to him. Troop movements and team cohesion and every other significant detail flashing across his screens let him direct them and grow.

That's how he found himself socializing with them beyond the desk job. Spartan Town was only so big. Blue Team was full of natural leaders, and their reputation preceded them by a country mile. That's why Miller was flabbergasted when Linda 058 singled him out.

"You want me as your handler?" He tries not to stammer.

The height difference between them was negligible but the confidence coming off Blue-4, Linda 058, was overwhelming. Jared could find some steel in his spine when it mattered, but not in the face of her many goggled helmet or piercing green eyes. It wasn't that she saw him and found him lacking - he got that from others - she pinned him in place with a look and left him feeling exposed. Like she could go for the kill in an instant.

She nods. "One sortie. Low risk. Training exercise."

Miller's dumbfounded. This is the chance of a lifetime, but the what-ifs are already shutting down his higher thought processes with anxiety.

"A solo op with me as overwatch? What about your team?" He grasps for some kind of stability to add to the conversation.

"Don't need a babysitter." She says resolutely.

"Wait, is this for me?"

"Training exercise." She says again, with a curt nod.

"Yes, I guess." Miller agrees and Linda nods again, barely a lift of her chin in acknowledgement and then she leaves abruptly.

And that's how Miller gets to see Linda 058 patrol the edges of Banished space. The factions were a mess and who better to recon than the Lone Wolf herself. It was easy to sneak an Owl down to drop off a single Spartan. Local flora masking her presence as soon as her boots hit the ground.

The mission goes well, for once. Miller is both by the book and trusting his gut. He doesn't chatter incessantly out of nerves, something he prides himself on after the fact. Instead he finds himself copying Linda's silent focus while keeping an eye on the bigger picture she cannot see. It's a weird feeling. One he can't label until it hits him.

Trust.

Snipers don't go out in the field alone, unless they are exceptional. Linda let him see what that felt like.

He makes calls and marks points of interest, and even a few dropships. She trusts him to watch her back. In return, he has to trust her to make the right call. She goes closer to enemy fortifications than he'd ever want his S-IV Fireteams to go without proper intel.

"Blue-4, you're getting too close for quick extraction."

She flashes green once over comms. A moment passes and she flashes acknowledgement twice.

Enemy Detected.

Linda becomes a shadow in the underbrush and Miller goes into overdrive. He doesn't flood her HUD with markers, but notes her approach, the flight vectors the Banished Phantoms are following, and the warping on the helmet cam.

Cloaking.

Miller squeezes every bit of intel out of the situation without impacting Blue-4's focus or giving away her position. He finds himself breathing in time with her. Slow and even, her vitals present onscreen barely show an uptick while he finds his own heart racing. She has her job and he has his. He does it and he waits.

The warping goes away, moving along the ridge line overlooking the Banished outpost.

Linda slinks back into the vegetation and towards evac. Neither of them let down their guard until lift-off.

Miller congratulates her, more out of habit than necessity and thanks her for the opportunity. It feels like brown-nosing, but the "thanks" she flashes back makes it worth it.

The mission was a success, and Miller relaxes - his second mistake. The first was agreeing to the mission in the first place. His third is having a publicly posted schedule on S-Deck with his fireteams' schedules. His fourth was discussing the mission and how to improve within earshot of Linda, not that he noticed her there.

Blue Team was no help. Kelly smiled at him when he approached them about Linda's newfound habit of popping up near him, randomly, at all hours. Miller had gained a second shadow, one that loomed over him and took his dessert when he wasn't looking.

"Working on your situational awareness." She had said.

He had yet to scream on comms, but it was a near thing when he noticed her in the vents of the Op Center. At this rate, Roland was going to get jealous over someone else competing for "who can give Miller a headache fastest?"

Miller just wanted his dessert and peace of mind back.

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Tagged by @devirnis for Fuck it Friday! I thought of a way to do the lightning strike in the people become invisible to Buck when they’re close to death au… started writing it this morning…

In May, Buck stands in Hen and Karen's backyard with Eddie's arm around his waist. He'd cried through the ceremony because weddings always make him cry no matter who’s at the alter, but specifically because it was Hen and Karen and they'd looked so beautiful and so happy and he loves them so, so much.

It had been a rough year but he's standing in Hen and Karen's backyard and Eddie's arm is around his waist and he's coming back to work soon. He looks beautiful and happy, too, face no longer gaunt, exhausted, afraid. Afternoon sun hits his flushed skin and Buck never wants to look away.

He's standing in Hen and Karen's backyard with Eddie's arm around his waist and Karen grins at him and asks "So, when is it your turn?"

"Oh," he laughs a nervous laugh, eyes skittering off Eddie into the bushes. "Uh- I mean, he's already done the whole marriage thing, I don't know if…"

"Buck," Eddie says, and when Buck looks back at him he finds nothing but love there. "Sure I'll marry you."

"Oh," Buck says, and his voice is strange and every part of him not anchored to the weight and warmth of Eddie's arm pressed through their suits feels very far away.

Eddie turns more into him, kisses him twice. "Buck," he laughs, a sound that makes Buck feel more drunk than the champagne. "Marry me. Please, will you marry me?"

He nods, frantically, and as Eddie laughs again Buck says "Next year, next- in the summer, the- the end of summer, right before school. Sunsets- that's when the best sunsets are."

Oh, his smile, oh, his smile. "It's a date," Eddie says, joy all over him, and Buck curls down into his arms. He can feel Eddie’s nose pressed into the side of his head. "I have to get you a ring," he says, still laughing, a little wet this time. As Buck cries into Eddie's nice suit jacket their family around them laugh, too.

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In the fall, Buck begins to disappear.

He thinks he imagined it, the first time. They're on route to a traffic collision and Buck glances down at his hand and for a split second only sees the red of the door behind it. He flinches bad enough, yanking his now solid hand in for closer inspection, that Eddie taps his knee.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, uh," Buck tears his eyes away from familiar calluses and freckles. "Thought I saw a spider."

Eddie makes a face and casts a distrusting look around the cabin, and that's the end of it.

A week later Buck raises a hand to shield his eyes from the sun and the light comes right through.

But I'm getting married, he thinks, like that has ever stopped a tragedy before.

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