Breaking out this amazing commission from last year - we all know Tobias would wear that sweater! lol This lovely piece was a gift from @storyofmychoices and created by @bayleedraws-sometimesx... and a full year later, it still makes me smile! 😊🥰😊
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snow w a breeding kink!!!
ayy you get it!! sorry it took me long to respond im not used to checking my inbox. listened to freak by lana del rey while writing this!
coriolanus is rutting into you like its his will to live, his thrusts are hard and calculated, and you know you’ve never felt anything like it.
his senses are amplified, he can smell your juices as they seep out of you. he can hear your whines and incoherent mumbles.
you can’t form a sentence, your brain mush as he fucks you stupid on his cock.
he smirks lazily, his own head clouded by the hazy feeling of your walls clenching tightly around him.
he’s rough but he makes sure your head is propped up above a pillow and your hands have something to grip onto - his biceps -.
he likes the way it stings, like standing to close to a fire, or turning the tap on too hot before washing your hands.
there will for sure be marks next morning but he doesn’t mind.
at this point he doesn’t mind anything you do, as long as you’re tits keep bouncing with every thrust of his hips.
he reaches out slowly. grasping at the soft plushy skin that dangles in front of him like he’s in some sort of hypnosis.
the feeling of his rough and big hands against your soft glowy skin sparks something in him.
he imagines the way they’ll fill up a tank top perfectly, the way they sit perfectly while you cook or clean or do any normal house activities.
then he imagines what it would be like with a baby around.
how your after-birth body would leave your tits swelled and nipples a dark red.
how you would look with a baby in arms. hands cradled around its head.
his baby.
his very own creation.
something as perfect as you.
he can’t help it, the idea of your belly full of his own. his own dna, his own blood.
it has him humping against you faster than ever.
he’s desperate, so much so that he can’t hold in the little whimpers and whines that fall out of from his parted lips.
the sound of skin against skin, the smell of your absolutely abused cunt, the feeling of your ankles wrapped around his hips, the taste of blood on this tongue as he bites down.
it all has him cumming into you, hot and thick.
and the feeling of him shooting inside of you has you squirting all over him, liquid manages its way out of you and he looks down.
curses fall from his lips as he fucks into you again, not letting any of his cum spill out of you.
“you’re gonna take it.” he grunts out as he pushes against your cervix, wiping the tears that pool in your eyes.
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People who find young movie snow hot have clearly not read the books and dealt with the whininess this man possess. Like twenty minutes in nature has him throwing a whiny bitch fit and hating his life that man is EMBARRASSING. It’s like oh ho! he’s so charming with his roses- NO. If mud touched his skin he would breakout into toddler tantrum mode.
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Six Sentence Sunday! The sequel!
So... Yes. I am still working on this little (I hope it's little) "What if Baz succeeded in stealing Simon's voice in 5th year?" fanfic of mine. Because. Um. I like the potential for angst? So much angst. Also other feelings. But for the purposes of today's little snippet: ANGST.
Since I missed last week (and might miss next week if I can't manage to write something new between now and then), you get 12 lines instead of 6! Also because the snippet wouldn't have worked so well cut in half.
You already know the premise of my fic, so this shouldn't come as too much of a shock: Baz did a bad thing, and he remembers it too well.
He didn’t start our would-be confrontation with any of his usual questions or accusations. He started with my name. "Baz—"
That single utterance morphed into the most terrible sound I’d ever heard. Would ever hear. Snow choked on it, because it wouldn’t stop. It twisted and writhed in the air after clawing its way out of him. It became an unrecognizable, fading wail. Only I knew. I never stopped hearing my name.
My name on Snow’s lips took forever to die. And as awful as that slow death had been, the silence that followed was a thousand times worse.
(Yeah. Canon divergence begins here. I did say I'm here for maximum angst XD)
Side note: Looking for brainstorming/writing buddies so I don't overwhelm the ones I already have. Ahem. If this story idea intrigues you and you'd like to let me babble at you a lot (I am happy to accept return babble if you also have a WIP), let me know. It's the only way I get anything done, apparently.
Bonus picture of my pile of notecards, mostly to prove I'm doing something, under the cut, along with tags!
(I am posting this at 7-ish am, then going to bed, so if you've posted already all you lovelies in other time zones, consider this a friendly wave hello! Will read stuff tonight!)
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