#sexy crone

[sigmastolen]

i am So Old i am Ancient i am Withering Away i am Corpse Dust

#i was In College when torchwood aired #i am a crone #outside the government beyond the police #my beloved campy sexy show

[memorys-skyscraper]

thank god for supergiant’s particular brand of extremely buff women

#rambles #hades #pyre #broke: witches as old crones or sexy seductresses #woke: witches as absolutely jacked powerhouses in crop tops and giant hats who will beat the fuck out of you #also let it be known i would kill and die for jodariel #nothing but respect for MY captain

[blackchantilly]

I turned 35 yesterday!

It's a privilege to be getting older. I am hotter and wiser and more confident than I've ever been (still not very wise, haha). It is weird to be halfway between my Saturn return and 40, though. The multiples of five always feel kind of surprising.

#each year I get closer to being the sexy crone I know I'm destined to be #there was a time I didn't think I'd get this far though #in another year and a half I will have lived longer than my dad did!

[themotherofhorses]

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

summary: lucerys velaryon witnesses a moment he should've never laid eyes upon.

warnings: explicit language. fluff and girl dad!aemond. aemond also spits sexy poetry at his girl. uhhh lucerys signing his death warrant maybe???

notes: hehehehe i'm enjoying this pairing SO MUCH GUYS

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It is Lucerys Velaryon, three and ten, that catches onto the relationship, though it was by honest mistake on his part. Or a stupid decision, perhaps. He never meant to lay eyes on such an intimate yet indecent moment.

The dinner held an hour before was an embarrassment to his family, that he understood quite well. It was wrong for him to provoke his uncle into a fury and, even worse, to allow his temper to flare past reasonable judgment. His right cheek still throbbed where his uncle Aegon slammed him hard against the table, nicking his browbone with the edge of the plate. But it was the look his mother gave him that seemed to float before him in the hallway’s darkness, against the very stones of the Red Keep.

She was disappointed in him, very much so. Daemon too, probably.

Lucerys felt the great need to apologize.

It clambered up his throat and settled deep within his head, causing his stomach to roil and fingers to tremble.

He needed to apologize.

So he stands before his uncle Aemond’s chamber, counting his breaths in some wretched attempt to steel his nerves. One, two, three….four, five, six….he repeats in his mind, over and over, as his knuckles ghost over the door…but then he notices the slight crack between the two doors. His eyebrow raises. It is large enough to peer inside, where he hears a soft voice, young and feminine.

His mother always did say he was naturally curious during boyhood, but she also would say that curiosity killed the cat, and snooping was a nasty habit for a realm’s prince to pick up. Against his better nature, Lucerys leans in for a small peak.  

Lucerys recognizes her as his uncle’s personal handmaid- a young maid, fair and cheerful and beautiful. She smiled at him in the earlier hour, at both him and his brothers, when she passed by the three carrying a handful of freshly washed linens. He remembers it quite well, actually. Despite being clothed in plain servant rags, he had thought she was absolutely lovely. And she had been the only one to spare him a sliver of kindness, no prudence.

He saw her again later in the day, trailing after Aemond. His handmaid, Prince Daemon mumbled to his mother, a smirk on his lips. Ah, but a maid of her beauty does not stay one for long. His mother ignored that, and he tried to as well.

Inside the room, he sees the pretty handmaid rocking in a chair, clutching a tiny babe to her chest. Back and forth, forth and back.

No, he soon realizes, dark eyes widening. The babe is feeding from her breasts. Was she a wet nurse as well? Lucerys tilted his head at the thought. She did not look old enough to be considered one, the majority being well in his senior. He watches as she continues rocking, singing a lullaby beneath her breath before bringing the babe’s plump face to her lips for a kiss.

“The Mother gives the gift of life, and watches over every wife. Her gentle smile ends all strife, and she loves her little children….the Crone is very wise and old, and sees our fates as they unfold. She lifts her lamp of shining gold to lead the little children….”

His uncle then steps behind her, leaning to kiss her brow before her lips. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Lucerys hears the handmaid say, smiling up at Aemond. He grins, nodding. “Absolutely beautiful. A mirror of her mother, I’d say,” and he kneels to one knee beside the chair, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. He kisses the bare skin there- once, twice, thrice, and his mouth moves, but Lucerys cannot hear what he is telling her.

Whatever it is, though, it makes his handmaid giggle and shy away, shifting her gaze back on the babe.

“Are you happy?” she asks.

His nuncle sighs. “My girl, my love, I’ve told you before- I love anything and everything you give me,” and he reaches forward to take the babe in his arms, cuddling her close, “-but you have answered my wishes. You have given to me the most beautiful daughter, with your eyes and enchanting smile and nose.” Aemond glances at her, then bring her palm to his lips and mumbles against it, “And I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I have only done my duty, my prince. I am, as always, your humble servant.”

Aemond rolls his eye. “If I could give it, the realm would be yours, and you would rule as its queen. No more a fucking servant.”

The handmaid shakes her head, laughing as she leans back in the rocking chair. “I have no need for a realm; I’m quite content in having your bed and children as mine, my love.”

Ah. His uncle Aemond One-Eye has bastards. How many, Lucerys does not know, but the babe swaddled within Aemond’s arms is his and the handmaid’s, no doubt. He wants to let out the bark of bitter laughter bubbling inside his chest, to scream at the heavens and curse out any listening gods, before running to tell Jacaerys and Lady Baela and his Rhaena. Lucerys turns his attention back to his uncle. How dare he mock his bastard origins when he himself is fathering his own handmaid’s children.

To the health of my nephews- Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…strong. ‘Twas only a compliment…do you not think yourself strong?

How dare he act any better. How fucking dare he. Aemond’s words did not wound him as much as before, not with the bastard baby lying in his arms.

It leaves Lucerys’s head pounding to the same beat as his heart. Bum. Bum. Bum. But then his breath hitches in his throat when his uncle lifts his head up, a lone purple eye meeting his own. Aemond gives him a cool stare. Dead. Dead. Dead. He rises to his feet, gently resting his daughter back in her mother’s arms, before standing in front of his handmaid, barring any further view of her.

“Aemond, what is it?”

Lucerys quickly pulls back from the door, stumbling and falling on his ass. All he can hear now is his heart hammering in both his ears and his uncle’s heavy footsteps looming closer and closer. “Aemond?” the handmaid’s voice calls out, loud and honeyed. “Where are you going?”

To murder me, the prince thinks, jumping to his feet. He turns to sprint down the hallway, braving only one final glance over his shoulder. What he sees terrifies him.

Aemond stands at the door, staring at him with a narrowed eye. The same glare he gave him during the dinner, cold and filled with pure animosity. If the Stranger was to be a mortal man, Lucerys would believe him to be his uncle, especially at this moment. There is a message twisted in his sharp features, in the furrow of his brows, the sneer curled on his lips, and the dagger clasped in his hand.

He won’t live much longer, less if his tongue shares what he witnessed tonight.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond drabble #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #house of the dragon #handmaid!reader #house of the dragon imagine #hotd fanfic #vic writes 🧸

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Ceil cousin and her baby both now trap in England

How would other characters outside the Phantomhive reaction will be seeing the pretty widowed mother?

Cousin Mother Reader | Yandere Black Butler

Sebastian 

is probably the one you have to watch out the most for 

He has the easiest access to you upon Ciel’s command

And he definitely sees you at your most vulnerable 

Feeding and raising your child, trying to somehow get comfortable in your new life

“My lady, you seem exhausted. If need be I would be more than happy to relieve some of your stress.”

“Humph! If you really wanted to help you’d let me leave.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Exactly so you can be of no assistance to me.”

He can outlast you 

Waiting until you either pass out from tiredness or stress

to lay your child to rest and nurse you to health

“I love how you keep me on my toes, Ms. (Y/n). But I’m persistent.”

Bardroy

He doesn’t mind the sexy mama visiting him in the kitchen to compliment throwaway his awesome food

Or if you can cook alongside him he’s even more enthused

He totally agrees with the circumstances that keep you there 

But he also understands your frustration

Something he knows not many others in the home

“Well I see why yer feelin’ trapped…”

“See?”

“But thats no reas’n ta hate the yung master. He’s only tryin’ to help.”

And without Ciel’s say-so you and your his kid are his priority

If your so insistent on going out you’ll go with him right?

Like on a little date

He likes his women stubborn so he’s willing to compete with Sebastian on this

“Well Missus would you rather take I you to the market or him?”

“Please Bardroy, Miss (Y/n) is meant to travel with me, as the young master intended.”

“I prefer to travel with Bard. Don’t you think so sweetie?”

“Yeah!”

 😠

😏

Mey-Rin

Mey-Rin is similar to Bardroy but she has loads more access to you

She handles your clothes, dirty and not 

She delivers your documents or late night meals

If she isn’t sharing the room with you she’s guarding you at night

“Ahh~Lady (Y/n)’s sleepin’ soundly, yes she is!...I’m sure she’d like it I ‘elped her massage, she would!”

She thinks your the coolest and will spend her time with you orwatchingyoufrombehindthebushes

She thinks you and your kid are so cute 

She couldn’t be happier that you can’t actually leave

Not that she’d let you

She already thinks its progessive enough that you work 

And that deserves all the praise

“Whoa mistress (Y/n) read that whole contract in such a short amount of time?! Well its just like her to be the best, yes it is!”

Finnian

Finney is happy he gets to play with your kid

Though he knows to be gentle

But he hasn’t known love until you pat him on the head,smiling “Good job, Finny.”

From then he’s like an overpowered labrador

Happily following behind you to join your kid in trying to garner your attention

When Sebastian’s not dragging him away in light of his work

He’s trying to rest his head on your lap onyourchest

Or join you in your office Bedroom

While his naivete may allow you to get away with somethings 

He always seems to recall just how sad he’d be if you tried to leave

“Miss (Y/n)....you can’t leav….no…no…I won’t let you! You have to stay with me!”

Undertaker

He’s intrigued by you

For the time he’s been alive its not everyday he finds a woman so argumentative

But of course your in the company of the abnormal anyway

He’s thrilled to find that you often join in his laughter

Or your able to banter with him which Sebastian and Ciel avoid

He often is ignored by the duo which makes it easier for him to leave an impression on you

“So ‘Miss,’ is it? Is your husband truly out the picture?”

“If you count being dead out of the picture then yes.”

“Ah then would you give me *flips his bangs up* an old crone, like me a chance?”

“U-undertaker? Y-you’re eyes are–!”

“Shhh shhh. Let’s keep that as secret, for now. But do tell may I steal you away?”

He’s had time to think about what woman want to hear 

But he doubts your willing to accept normal means

So he’ll just take you for now, only to be stolen back by Sebastian when they realize you or your son is missing

“Don’t mind the lack of space in the coffin Deary, its meant for three!”

#yandere ciel #yandere undertaker #yandere finnian #yandere mey-rin #yandere bardroy #yandere x reader #yandere sebastian #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji sebastian #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere #yanderes #yandere adrian crevan #yandere finny

[megamindsecretlair]

Sit Still (Look Pretty), Part 1

Cross posted on @megamindssecretlair

Pairing: Nomad Steve x Black!Fem!reader/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some unresolved tension, mutual voyeurism, cursing, mentions of female and male parts, Part 1 of ? Not sure how long this will take to resolve. Age gap, reader is mid 20s, Nomad Steve is mid 30s.

Summary: AU where Steve was born in modern times but still received a serum in the Army to make him a super soldier. He's moved in next door and has noticed you watching him. You and your mom have gone over to introduce yourselves.

Word Count: 1,857k

Read Part 2 | Read Part 3

A/N: I've been reading a lot of age gap fics so decided to try my hand at another. Apologies if I miss any warnings or this is super corny. But this was fun. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to help writers!

Fuck, your neighbor was hot as hell. You sat on your window seat gawking at the tall, sexy neighbor as he picked up huge boxes and carried them in the house as if it weighed no more than feathers. 

Muscles rippled in a dark blue muscle shirt as he moved and bent over. And that ass. You bit your lip as the neighbor bent further down to lift a chair. Oh and those thighs. You sighed. The Lord took His time with this one. 

The man was at least six foot tall, dark blond hair and a full trimmed beard. He wore a pair of dark jeans and boots. All week, you had watched him go in and out of the newly bought house next door. He carried lots of boxes but none of them gave any clue to his story.

Was he married? Was he expecting? Surely someone that damn fine had a wife heavenly pregnant and ordering him about. You weren’t sure how he didn’t have eleven rugrats running around. There were no other movers and the neighbor had rented a small truck for his sofa and dressers. 

You also saw the neighborhood crones using any excuse in the book to talk to him and be nosy. If he thought someone that looked like him was going to move here without raising any alarms, he was sorely mistaken.

You gasped as he stopped to stretch, moving his body beyond his limit. You just wanted to lick him. Just once. You fanned yourself as you watched him. You imagined all kinds of filthy things when it came to him. 

You imagined him grabbing your fleshy thighs and shaking them before slapping them. You imagined him in between your legs coating that full beard with your juices. You imagined him breaking your back. Like, literally breaking your back. Because he could put you in the hospital and you’d say thank you.

He disappeared into the house. His curtains were thrown open so you could still watch him moving around the house. The downfall to stock houses was that they were lined up just so. The houses were nearly identical. Your bedroom window faced his bedroom window on the second floor. The angle you had was just enough to see his kitchen sink. It’d be possible to see his arms and hands as he washed. 

You spent plenty of nights this week just watching his hands work over his meager dishes. If he was married, she didn’t live with him. You never saw anyone coming or going from his place. He didn’t have a second car. 

Your mom called your name. “I’ve got this cake for the neighbor, let’s go introduce ourselves,” she called. 

You rolled your eyes. Yes, your mom was very much just as gossipy as the neighborhood crones. Everything you’ve heard of the neighbor was through her and probably had twisted from its original message. 

You weren’t dressed yet. You had made watching him your dirty hobby. But you couldn’t summon the energy to care. Sometimes, you got the eerie feeling as if he were watching you too. You had taken to keeping your curtains open and your light on. 

You never saw him look over here. The random times he was in his room and moving around, he never gave any indication that he knew you were looking. Still, you pranced around in your bra and panties every morning or before hanging with your friends as you decided what to wear.

Sometimes, you even faced the window as you decided between two shirts or two skirts. You pretended that he was picking your outfits, telling you what he likes seeing you in. That he would imagine ripping it off of your body all day and it would drive him crazy. Knowing you’d be capable of making him hard and uncomfortable all day turned you on so badly. 

You stood and did just that. You faced his bedroom window even though he was probably still on the first floor. You held up a red, frilly shirt and a light ocean blue plain shirt. You flipped back and forth, imagining what he’d like.

You put the shirts on your bed and then flipped between jeans and white shorts. You held up the red shirt and white shorts. If you were going to meet him, you might as well show him what you’re working with. You turned around and imagined him at the window, getting dressed for him. 

You bent low and shimmied into the white shorts as slow as you could. Then you slipped on the red babydoll tee. It made your breasts look good. Plus it was hot as sin outside. 

You ran down the stairs and sat on the steps as you slipped on your shoes. Your mom floated into the room holding a small box. “I went with chocolate,” your mom said. “Everybody likes chocolate and those who don’t are lying to get attention.”

You laughed as you shook your head. Your mom was gorgeous, with flowing locs and a great figure. She wore loose tan pants and a cream shirt. 

“Isn’t this a little Southern of us?” You asked. You lived in Suburbia with the white picket fences and neighbors who’d gone to high school together. It was capital boredom and should be labeled as a torture method.

“Best way to meet your neighbors. They associate you with good food and are less likely to be rude to you by throwing loud parties and orgies,” your mother said.

You snorted. Your mom never had a filter and would often say the first thing that comes to mind. Your dad hated it but you caught him smiling more than a few times. 

You trudged over the manicured lawn, over the small concrete divider, and onto his property. The door was closed. He was probably taking a break from moving things. Your mom rang the doorbell and you waited.

The door finally opened and you gasped silently. He was even more gorgeous in person. Fuck, it had to be illegal to carry those arms. They looked big enough to crush a coconut in one grip. His hands were large and his fingers were long, like a musician's fingers.

He smirked at you and your mother. Your mom stepped forward. “We wanted to introduce ourselves, we’re your neighbors on that side,” she said and pointed to your house. 

She told him your names and all about the chocolate cake, including her joke about people lying. He threw his head back as he laughed as if it were that funny.

“I’m Steve,” he said. He shook your mom’s hand and then moved to yours. His grip was firm but not crushing.  

You looked down at your combined hands, loving the way that your copper skin contrasted with his creamy skin. He held on a second too long before turning his attention to your mom who asked him a million questions.

“If I heard all of those, I’d say I moved here for work, not married, and I work for the military. Did I get it all?” He asked.

He had a bit of an accent. You guessed somewhere on the East Coast. Your mom giggled. You looked at her as if she grew a third head. She widened her eyes at you and then smiled back at Steve. She prattled on about her career, that fact that you were in college for your master’s, and that you were always available if he needed you. 

Since his attention was on your mom, you took the opportunity to study him up close. His blue eyes were sharp, giving one hundred percent of his focus on the person speaking. He had a prominent vein on the side of his neck and you imagined licking it. 

“Oh, I have to take this, excuse me,” your mom said. She answered her phone and stepped off of the porch. 

You turned to Steve who had his eyes trained on you. He barely blinked and did not look away. 

“So, military huh? That explains that,” you said. You waved at his figure and he laughed. It was deep and made you tingle.

“Thank you. I’m not active duty anymore, I’ve transitioned to the state side and do boring office work now. You home for the summer?” He asked.

“Yes, I am. Taking a break so no work, no homework, just time to decompress. Usually in the pool. This is one of the worst summers ever,” you said and fanned yourself.

Steve slowly perused your body. There was no mistaking that look in his eyes. He faintly smirked as he took in your outfit, your wide curves, your generous hips, and your thick thighs. 

He slowly dragged that gaze back up until he reached your face. “Make sure you stay cool, then. Dehydration is nothing to play with,” he said. 

Your mouth went dry under the intense heat of his gaze. You were aware. You were aware of him and aware of his focus. You bit your lips and his eyes zeroed in on it. His eyes narrowed.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You shifted your footing, trying to find some relief. The heat outside had nothing on his face. 

Your mom’s scuffling shoes took you out of the moment. He winked at you before your mom joined you. Though it was Saturday, her job needed her to come in and solve an emergency. She waved goodbye to Steve and told him not to be a stranger.

You waved bye, unable to speak at the moment. As you turned to leave, Steve grabbed your hand. He ran his fingers over your wrist as he leaned in.

“My favorite color is light blue. And you should get more of those garter things. They look divine on you,” he said. Gravel skated over ‘divine’ and you whimpered. You hoped he didn’t catch that. Your eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes and his eyes narrowed again. 

Your heart thundered in your chest. He knew what you had been doing all along. Your skin heated for entirely different reasons as you thought of all the different lingerie combinations you tried on in front of the window. It somehow made it filthier that he was getting naughty glimpses of you. It made you horny all day thinking of wearing the lingerie and that he didn’t know it was for him. 

It had gotten so bad, that you didn’t care if your parents were home. You had to get off on thinking that he helped select the combos. And those were some of the best orgasms you ever gave yourself. 

“Yes, sir,” you whispered and licked your lips. He smiled and nodded his head as if he were dismissing you. As if he had any right to order you around. 

Yet you left the porch and nearly skipped across the lawn like he told you. Before getting in the house, you looked back. He stood on the porch, facing you, with his hands in his pockets. You smiled and went inside, thinking of how many blue outfits you owned.

Read Part 2 | Read Part 3

#marvel smut #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #nomad steve #nomad steve rogers #nomad steve x Black!reader #nomad steve x fem reader #nomad steve x plus size reader #nomad steve x Black reader #nomad steve x reader #steve x neighbor fic #nomad steve x neighbor!reader #The Secret Nomad Steve Files #Megaminds Secret Files #au #alternate universe

[ystrike1]

Neyra's Dragon - By Ju yeon-u (7.5/10)

Marrying an immortal dragon and living forever sounds great, but in reality how great would that life be? Would an uneducated, powerless human girl really be able to rule a palace in the sky? The answer is no, but the obsessive dragon king doesn't care. He loves her so much that he makes her miserable.

Young, spoiled, dumb Neyra isn't well liked. Her father is very popular, but she is just his idiot daughter. She isn't special in any way. She's brash and she breaks rules without thinking, and she causes alot of trouble for her honorable family.

She isn't very likeable, but that's the point. Neyra is a wealthy teenage girl without a clue. As far as we know she has no friends as well, which makes sense.

When a sexy stalker appears in her bedroom she's mildly curious. He claims she is his destiny, but he'll wait until she's a little older. As soon as she's of age he plans to take her away.

When Neyra wakes up she thinks it was all a romantic dream.

It wasn’t. The stalker appears in town. He's weirdly handsome. He almost doesn't look human, and he dresses in old fashioned clothes. He also speaks very formally. He also seems to always know where she is.

Neyra is charmed by his obvious spying.

They go on a date, but it's...blah? Neyra admits that he doesn't do anything special. He's just nice, and handsome. His name is Haeryun, and he's in charge. He is the highest ranked dragon. His species and role are not only steeped in tradition, but his whims can change the world. We're dealing with god levels of power here, which is bad, but Neyra doesn't think so. She doesn't question why a natural disaster is flirting with her.

Neyra is a moron, so when he kisses her hair she's a goner. She sneaks out to meet him...alot. People notice, and then rumors fly. The noble lady Neyra is obviously, of course, spotted alone at night with a man. More than once. The evidence is clear. Her already weak reputation plummets, and her father admits that he is disappointed in her.

Neyra does a cowardly, pathetic thing. She turns away from her family. Her life. Her future. Everything. All for a man she just met recently, who freely admitted that he's not human. Neyra says she doesn't want to wait. She says take me now. She begs him. She wants him to wisk her away from her responsibilities as a noble daughter.

He does. He takes the bratty teenager upstairs to meet the other gods. He says she is his destined one, and everybody has to accept that. They do, but nobody likes her. Everyone adores Haeryun. He is without fault. She is his only flaw. His weak wife. His dumb wife. His only glaring weakness. The eternal hostage that is always under threat. The other sky monsters despise her. They cannot help it. If she dies or stubs her toe the greatest dragon will punish them all. Neyra has to endure, and she notices that Haeryun's unconditional love...is impossible to break. He doesn't even care if she loves him back. He just has to rule with her, because that is their destiny, and she is the only woman he will ever love. Her servants are embarrassed by her, because she is completely graceless, and she has no friends as queen too.

Haeryun is truly all she has, and when she becomes an adult she starts to hate him.

A full century passes. Haeryun is eternal and so is she. There is no escape. Neyra is gripped by existential horror. She has no children. Haeryun doesn't need an heir. He's forever. She has nothing to look forward to. Nothing to live for. Neyra's bond with him is a one and 1,000,000,000 anomaly and it has condemned her to eternal...nothing. She gets no respect, praise or love from anyone but her dragon. She is intimately aware of the fact that she is an unfit queen, but if she flees her escape will cause a rein of terror.

She is in a prison lined with silk, and manned by servants that gossip behind her back.

Neyra has one chance. A withered crone gives her something. An item that can turn back time. Neyra had time. A chance. Haeryun was going to wait until she was of age. She decides to go back to her childhood and find a way to break her bond with the dragon. She wants to be human.

Eternity is empty.

It's hell.

She'll do whatever it takes to escape.

(Awesome concept, but the art is mediocre. The male lead is especially plain in my opinion. He's a special kind of determined stalker, but the art is so bland its unforgivable. I can't give it a higher rating.)

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Neyra's Dragon

[motziedapul]

Friendly reminder to other podcasters that I'm 100% down to do guest roles in your podcast, just get in touch!

I do the following voices very well:

Sexy femme fatale

Soft motherly lady

Old crone

Haunted child

Raspy teen

Vaguely Irish

Filipino (of course)

Tired twenty to thirty something

Creepy low voiced monster with a rumbly voice

(and I have a voice reel if you sincerely do want me on!)

-Motzie (Hi Nay Podcast)

#hinaypod #hi nay podcast #hi nay #horror podcast #audio drama #podcast #voice acting

[wolfstarshipping]

The Hut of the Mistold (43.768 words) by @lynxindisguise @hprecfest prompt: a comfort fic

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Summary: You’ve heard the stories. Deep in the forest, a witch’s hut lies in wait for lost children. That much is true. But it’s shrouded in moss, not coated in candy. Nor is it perched on bird’s legs. And it is inhabited not by one crone or three demonic sisters, but two self-proclaimed hags—who are decidedly not sisters. *** Fairytale AU feat. two sexy hags, an orphaned wolf, a runaway witch, a banished prince, and a knight on a quest.

Comment: I've just decided to join the @hprecfest because I think it's a wonderful idea, and I tried to challenge myself to (mostly) go with fics I've not yet recced, and this one was easy! It is a fic I've loved since I first read it, it's incredibly magical and wonderful and the world it is set in is so unique. It's the perfect story to get completely immersed and lost in, and I absolutely adore the way it is told. I am still so in love with this fic's Dorlene, as well as Remus. And I love each and every one of lynx's Lilys, but this one especially. Highly recommend reading this if you haven't yet!!

#The Hut of the Mistold #lynxindisguise #hprecfest2023 #30k-50k #wolfstar #fic rec #AU #fairytale AU #dorlene #friends to lovers #mutual pining #comfort fic #childhood friendship #fantasy AU

[sukimas]

I've been thinking more about Yukari's yonic imagery. I saw some people comment that her gap's are horizontal crescent shapes, looking at the Touhou wiki this seems to be variable thing. The main game portraits have this shape often, but many others are used in the manga, fanworks etc, some of which are more yonic. Another thing I thought of about the yonic gaps is that is vagina is itself a "gap" between the inside and outside of the body. The vagina as the birth canal in placental mammals (generally) could also be thought of as a "gap" or gateway into the world of the living. As a side note, I think it could make sense for a portal to the realm of the dead to have a yonic shape since it's complimentary. The End of Evangelion did something similar with the Doors of Guf.

I think Yukari's clothes might also contribute to this. She has a sort of nobility vibe to me with her parasol (commonly used by the rich in some times and places) and bits of purple on her clothes. Nobility generally define beauty standards in history, which make her represent a sort of feminine ideal, particularly when you consider that anime-esque art styles portray people idealistically. I am also reminded of the triple goddess maiden mother crone archetype in some spiritual traditions. Yukari might represent the crone due to her superhuman age, or possibly the mother of the Hakurei Shrine maiden(s), or a low possibility of the maiden due to her eternal youth. The number of possibilities makes this paragraph seem not relevant, to be honest.

You asked me where I think the eyes and hand fit into this. I think the eyes could be staring back at leering glances that were thought to go unnoticed. One stares at Yukari, lost in her beauty, not noticing that she is staring right back, watching, understanding everything that was thought to be hidden. Another possibility is that the eyes are meant to resemble vagina dentata. This would only work if you blur the eyes so it's only the white parts that are visible. The fact that these are eyes calls this into question, as does the fact that the themes of vagina dentata fit many touhou characters as they are all prettily dressed and very deadly. However, it is complimentary to the more common view that her gaps have mouth symbolism. The eyes might also have some relation to how some people can feel stage fright during carnal acts.

As for the hands, I initially forgot about them. Since hands do almost everything it's hard to conclude a solid meaning. My initial thought is that they might be reaching out for a connection, though they aren't drawn doing such. Are they meant to grab a lover? Then they would be in the same position as reaching out, though the picture I have seen of the hands shows them grabbing the sides of the gap, as if to crawl it. Maybe fitting, maybe not. I don't know.

Also I noticed that one of your posts shortly after my initial ask was that most of the Touhou fandom doesn't not understand why Yukari is sexy and make her generically hot ruining her appeal. Out of curiosity, am I meant to fit into this somehow or was it simply a coincidence? You also asked how my brain works: The answer is that it doesn't, at least not well or very normally.

#poll

[iamnotinit]

so do you think the crone/ the wyrm just has like. an auxilary wardrobe with sexy black leather clothes in all shapes and sizes for any potential villian makeovers they need or

#also a barber on site. the only other living being a barber who specializes in bad bad haircuts <3 #people talking about hot evil elora but lbr that haircut is garbage. possibly worse than airks. #willow disney+ #willow 2022

[megamindslair]

Sit Still (Look Pretty), Part 1

Moving my fics to @megamindsecretlair

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some unresolved tension, mutual voyeurism, cursing, mentions of female and male parts, Nomad Steve x Black!reader. Nomad Steve x plus size reader. Part 1 of ? Not sure how long this will take to resolve. Age gap, reader is mid 20s, Nomad Steve is mid 30s.

Summary: AU where Steve was born in modern times but still received a serum in the Army to make him more efficient. He's moved in next door and has noticed you watching him. You and your mom have gone over to introduce yourselves.

Word Count: 1,857k

A/N: I've been reading a lot of age gap fics so decided to try my hand at another. Apologies if I miss any warnings or this is super corny. But this was fun. While likes are awesome, please consider reblogging to help writers!

Fuck, your neighbor was hot as hell. You sat on your window seat gawking at the tall, sexy neighbor as he picked up huge boxes and carried them in the house as if it weighed no more than feathers. 

Muscles rippled in a dark blue muscle shirt as he moved and bent over. And that ass. You bit your lip as the neighbor bent further down to lift a chair. Oh and those thighs. You sighed. The Lord took His time with this one. 

The man was at least six foot tall, dark blond hair and a full trimmed beard. He wore a pair of dark jeans and boots. All week, you had watched him go in and out of the newly bought house next door. He carried lots of boxes but none of them gave any clue to his story.

Was he married? Was he expecting? Surely someone that damn fine had a wife heavenly pregnant and ordering him about. You weren’t sure how he didn’t have eleven rugrats running around. There were no other movers and the neighbor had rented a small truck for his sofa and dressers. 

You also saw the neighborhood crones using any excuse in the book to talk to him and be nosy. If he thought someone that looked like him was going to move here without raising any alarms, he was sorely mistaken.

You gasped as he stopped to stretch, moving his body beyond his limit. You just wanted to lick him. Just once. You fanned yourself as you watched him. You imagined all kinds of filthy things when it came to him. 

You imagined him grabbing your fleshy thighs and shaking them before slapping them. You imagined him in between your legs coating that full beard with your juices. You imagined him breaking your back. Like, literally breaking your back. Because he could put you in the hospital and you’d say thank you.

He disappeared into the house. His curtains were thrown open so you could still watch him moving around the house. The downfall to stock houses was that they were lined up just so. The houses were nearly identical. Your bedroom window faced his bedroom window on the second floor. The angle you had was just enough to see his kitchen sink. It’d be possible to see his arms and hands as he washed. 

You spent plenty of nights this week just watching his hands work over his meager dishes. If he was married, she didn’t live with him. You never saw anyone coming or going from his place. He didn’t have a second car. 

Your mom called your name. “I’ve got this cake for the neighbor, let’s go introduce ourselves,” she called. 

You rolled your eyes. Yes, your mom was very much just as gossipy as the neighborhood crones. Everything you’ve heard of the neighbor was through her and probably had twisted from its original message. 

You weren’t dressed yet. You had made watching him your dirty hobby. But you couldn’t summon the energy to care. Sometimes, you got the eerie feeling as if he were watching you too. You had taken to keeping your curtains open and your light on. 

You never saw him look over here. The random times he was in his room and moving around, he never gave any indication that he knew you were looking. Still, you pranced around in your bra and panties every morning or before hanging with your friends as you decided what to wear.

Sometimes, you even faced the window as you decided between two shirts or two skirts. You pretended that he was picking your outfits, telling you what he likes seeing you in. That he would imagine ripping it off of your body all day and it would drive him crazy. Knowing you’d be capable of making him hard and uncomfortable all day turned you on so badly. 

You stood and did just that. You faced his bedroom window even though he was probably still on the first floor. You held up a red, frilly shirt and a light ocean blue plain shirt. You flipped back and forth, imagining what he’d like.

You put the shirts on your bed and then flipped between jeans and white shorts. You held up the red shirt and white shorts. If you were going to meet him, you might as well show him what you’re working with. You turned around and imagined him at the window, getting dressed for him. 

You bent low and shimmied into the white shorts as slow as you could. Then you slipped on the red babydoll tee. It made your breasts look good. Plus it was hot as sin outside. 

You ran down the stairs and sat on the steps as you slipped on your shoes. Your mom floated into the room holding a small box. “I went with chocolate,” your mom said. “Everybody likes chocolate and those who don’t are lying to get attention.”

You laughed as you shook your head. Your mom was gorgeous, with flowing locs and a great figure. She wore loose tan pants and a cream shirt. 

“Isn’t this a little Southern of us?” You asked. You lived in Suburbia with the white picket fences and neighbors who’d gone to high school together. It was capital boredom and should be labeled as a torture method.

“Best way to meet your neighbors. They associate you with good food and are less likely to be rude to you by throwing loud parties and orgies,” your mother said.

You snorted. Your mom never had a filter and would often say the first thing that comes to mind. Your dad hated it but you caught him smiling more than a few times. 

You trudged over the manicured lawn, over the small concrete divider, and onto his property. The door was closed. He was probably taking a break from moving things. Your mom rang the doorbell and you waited.

The door finally opened and you gasped silently. He was even more gorgeous in person. Fuck, it had to be illegal to carry those arms. They looked big enough to crush a coconut in one grip. His hands were large and his fingers were long, like a musician's fingers.

He smirked at you and your mother. Your mom stepped forward. “We wanted to introduce ourselves, we’re your neighbors on that side,” she said and pointed to your house. 

She told him your names and all about the chocolate cake, including her joke about people lying. He threw his head back as he laughed as if it were that funny.

“I’m Steve,” he said. He shook your mom’s hand and then moved to yours. His grip was firm but not crushing.  

You looked down at your combined hands, loving the way that your copper skin contrasted with his creamy skin. He held on a second too long before turning his attention to your mom who asked him a million questions.

“If I heard all of those, I’d say I moved here for work, not married, and I work for the military. Did I get it all?” He asked.

He had a bit of an accent. You guessed somewhere on the East Coast. Your mom giggled. You looked at her as if she grew a third head. She widened her eyes at you and then smiled back at Steve. She prattled on about her career, that fact that you were in college for your master’s, and that you were always available if he needed you. 

Since his attention was on your mom, you took the opportunity to study him up close. His blue eyes were sharp, giving one hundred percent of his focus on the person speaking. He had a prominent vein on the side of his neck and you imagined licking it. 

“Oh, I have to take this, excuse me,” your mom said. She answered her phone and stepped off of the porch. 

You turned to Steve who had his eyes trained on you. He barely blinked and did not look away. 

“So, military huh? That explains that,” you said. You waved at his figure and he laughed. It was deep and made you tingle.

“Thank you. I’m not active duty anymore, I’ve transitioned to the state side and do boring office work now. You home for the summer?” He asked.

“Yes, I am. Taking a break so no work, no homework, just time to decompress. Usually in the pool. This is one of the worst summers ever,” you said and fanned yourself.

Steve slowly perused your body. There was no mistaking that look in his eyes. He faintly smirked as he took in your outfit, your wide curves, your generous hips, and your thick thighs. 

He slowly dragged that gaze back up until he reached your face. “Make sure you stay cool, then. Dehydration is nothing to play with,” he said. 

Your mouth went dry under the intense heat of his gaze. You were aware. You were aware of him and aware of his focus. You bit your lips and his eyes zeroed in on it. His eyes narrowed.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You shifted your footing, trying to find some relief. The heat outside had nothing on his face. 

Your mom’s scuffling shoes took you out of the moment. He winked at you before your mom joined you. Though it was Saturday, her job needed her to come in and solve an emergency. She waved goodbye to Steve and told him not to be a stranger.

You waved bye, unable to speak at the moment. As you turned to leave, Steve grabbed your hand. He ran his fingers over your wrist as he leaned in.

“My favorite color is light blue. And you should get more of those garter things. They look divine on you,” he said. Gravel skated over ‘divine’ and you whimpered. You hoped he didn’t catch that. Your eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes and his eyes narrowed again. 

Your heart thundered in your chest. He knew what you had been doing all along. Your skin heated for entirely different reasons as you thought of all the different lingerie combinations you tried on in front of the window. It somehow made it filthier that he was getting naughty glimpses of you. It made you horny all day thinking of wearing the lingerie and that he didn’t know it was for him. 

It had gotten so bad, that you didn’t care if your parents were home. You had to get off on thinking that he helped select the combos. And those were some of the best orgasms you ever gave yourself. 

“Yes, sir,” you whispered and licked your lips. He smiled and nodded his head as if he were dismissing you. As if he had any right to order you around. 

Yet you left the porch and nearly skipped across the lawn like he told you. Before getting in the house, you looked back. He stood on the porch, facing you, with his hands in his pockets. You smiled and went inside, thinking of how many blue outfits you owned.

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[ncssian]

sjm any time she has to write a brown female character: “she was ugly but striking, her face harsh and homely to all except for her love interest. something something she was basically a wretched crone, but one could find it sexy if one squinted from a certain angle.”

#anti sjm

[witchermonstermayhem]

Witcher Monster MAYhem 2023 approaches!

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WitcherMonsterMAYhem 2023 Prompts:

1. Too many toes | myriapod | centipede

2. Fearsome fangs | striga | vampire

3. Wicked wings | dragon | wyvern

4. Cruel claws |  gruesome gashes | scar

5. Nefarious necrophages | ghoul | cemetaur

6. Terrifying tentacles | zeugl | kraken

7. Vicious venom | basilisk | paralysed

8. Haunting howls | werewolf | full moon

9. Something wicked in the water | bubbles | drowner

10. Eery eyes | bloodshot | glowing in the dark

11. Hairy horror | yeti | berserker

12. Searing stings | sharp spikes | puncture wound

13. Shimmering scales | mermaid | mesmerised

14. Scary scratching | nasty noises | reverberating roar

15. Clever camouflage | ambush predator | eyehead

16. Creepy chittering | insectoid | metamorphosis

17. Terrible talons | griffin | chernabog

18. Horrible horns | unicorn | impaled

19. Acid attack | archespore | ants

20. Ghastly ghost | hell hound | nightwraith

21. Ancient abomination | leshen | crones

22. Sexy sirens | succubus | seduction

23. Smelly swamps | kikimore | will-o'-the-wisp

24. Treacherous trap | sand monster | grabbed

25. Menacing maw | swallowed | selkiemore

26. Towering trolls | nasty nekkers | grim giants

27. Duplicitous doppler | despicable doppelgänger | shapeshifting 

28. Rare reptiloid | ferocious fish | absurd amphibian

29. Deadly demon | possessed | diabolic djinn

30. Beautiful bruxa | bloodsucking | black bat

31. Cave creature | barbegazi | knocker

Alternative Prompts (alt.)

If there’s a prompt above you don’t feel inspired or comfortable doing, you can switch it out with any one of these alternatives!

Growl

Run

Breathing fire

Scent of sulfur

Blood-curdling cry

Forked tongue

Hide

Undead

Burrow

Turned to stone

Silver sword

Don't kill it!

I hate monsters

Toss a coin

Monster friend

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[bloodycassian]

DESERTED - N S F W READER X CASSIAN X AZRIEL -  NSFW WARNING - THREESOME INVOLVING DP MENTIONED. Reader goes on a mission with Az and Cas and is captured after some sexy cave cuddles.

Cassian’s legs were propped on the ottoman in Rhys and Feyre’s new riverhouse. His feet dangerously close to the fire. His head tilted back, wings splayed out behind him, he was the description of relaxed. Azriel cleared his throat behind you, hoping to give his brother the hint to move over.

With a groan, he tucked his wings in and did just that. The meeting was about to begin. He’d have to move anyway. 

Like clockwork, Rhys stalked in from one of the several beautifully carved archways. The home was too new to remember exactly where he’d come from, but his stormy eyes wiped that curiosity from your mind. The other two sat up, shoulders tense at the sight of their brother. 

The high lord’s voice was low. “We have a problem.”

+

The wrinkles of the witch’s face moved, but it showed no mouth when she spoke. Her voice low and gravely, she hovered a hand to you through the bars. The ancient bars that held her in her cell for over two and a half centuries. 

Her talon-like finger curled toward you, ignoring Azriel’s question completely. “When the scarred hand of death lays its pretty finger upon you, you will know no more pain. You will no longer know your life. Death will come for you, and laugh.” She sat back, her milky eyes closing.

A long, eerie silence followed. The beasts below her cell quieting. “We asked about the architect.” Azriels cold voice echoed into her cell. A rock prison for her to spend her days in. It would have made you sympathetic, had she not threatened you just a moment ago.

“And your fate answered.” She pinned her long, unkept hair behind a pointed ear and turned in her bed, towards the wall. “Do not ask for more.”

A dismissal. Your cheeks heated, rage pouring through your blood. You’d wasted an extra day coming to the prison for information on the Architect. She would answer. She had to answer. She was the only one who knew anything of the male. 

Azriel pulled on your arm, leading you out before you found something clever to say that would really upset the old crone.

+

Azriel’s hands were always a welcome comfort when you had to fly with them. He’d constantly be checking in, circling your leg with his thumbs, squeezing you tighter to his chest on downdrafts. He could feel how nervous you were now. Even with your armor and best weapons strapped to you, this was a big mission.

One that could disrupt the whole of Prythian and the continents trade agreement if you failed. 

“We can set up camp here for the night, I’ll check the perimeter. You guys get a fire going. We dont want to be caught without one when the rain comes in.” Cassian was already jogging towards the thicker part of the forest where the setting sun did not reach. Where the birds stopped singing when they sensed his presence. A predator in the area. They could sense it as if it seeped from his marrow. 

You took two steps toward the forest before Azriel’s warm hand caught yours. Gently, a request. “Yes?” You purred, knowing just what your tone made him think. It was been much, much too long since you’d been alone with him. Rhys had sent him out on a week long surveillance check in, and after that, the shadowsinger had been busy with meetings and bickering with Cassian about who would be doing the heavy lifting for this ambush. For this… possibly catastrophic fight that would leave the queens in the east reeling that their plans had been uncovered. 

“I’ll get the wood. You start the kindling.” He squeezed your hand and looked toward that dark forest. The weariness in his eyes….he was being protective, paranoid. 

You sighed, on the edge of fighting his request when he gave a small shake of his head. He was pleading with you. You’d know the argument before he even spoke it. So you nodded, and allowed him to collect the bigger stacks of wood while you attempted to collect dry tinder. 

+

The clouds that rolled in made the night seem even darker than it was. The sun had vanished beneath the dark gray blanket, brining a chill with it. Cassian returned not long after that, and hurried you and Azriel inside a cave he’d found. The tinder had been too wet to light. The forests of Rovani in the north of Rask were known for their humidity and rainfall. It wasn’t a surprise that fire wasn’t possible. Cassian was still hopeful though. 

The cave was damp, the only dry space on the floor being the thick blanket Azriel had brought. You shared it, all three backs pushing against each other. Their wings rustled, folding over their owner’s bodies to keep them warm and protected. You twisted and stretched, earning a slight grunt from Cassian and a soft sigh from Azriel when you brushed their wings slightly upon moving. 

The scent of them both rippled through the damp air, heated and… gods.

You sucked in a breath, trying to keep your body from responding. Trying to reign in that sliver of control that faded every time you touched Azriel. Every time he huffed a small laugh at any of your jokes. You wanted him, that was true enough. But Cassian… his scent overpowered the rest of the room, hovering over Azriel’s cool dark scent. Pine and wind and wild snowy peaks came to mind. That, and something more… male. Something pure and animalistic clawed through your bones, out of your mouth when the last of your control slipped. 

“Cassian-” You breathed.

They both went rigid. Your scent filling the air between both of their pheromones, mixing and writing together like snakes. Like Azriel’s shadows, searching for something. Needing anything to wrap around, to keep safe or attack. Only this wasn’t cold and deadly like those shadows.. This was hot and needy and everything you’d ever fantasized about and more.

Azriel was on his feet before you could say anything more. In front of you, holding out a hand and blocking the straining in his pants. “Let me-” he began, but you cut him off before he could continue. The heat between your legs pushing you to interrupt without considering Cassian. 

“I want you now.” You muttered, your voice deeper than what it had been earlier. Heat flicked across his cheeks, in his eyes. Your hand went to palm him through his trousers. He was so hard.. So achingly ready for you- 

“Fuck-” Cassian was behind you, turned to watch both of you. You hadn’t forgotten about him. Couldn’t forget about his presence, him watching you. It made that heat flooding you spike even further, knowing how much this turned him on as well. Knowing that Azriel liked to be watched, it heightened everything.

Azriel met your gaze while you worked his waistband, trying to get his cock out. You’d discussed this together before - having someone watch- but you’d never imagined it’d be Cassian. You saw that question in his eye, that knowing look that said he’d do anything and everything for you if he could… Then he glanced to Cassian, who was frozen, staring at you. Admiring your body, even still clothed. Like he was seeing you for the first time.

Azriel cleared his throat, his voice deeper as well. Desire and throaty making his tone gravely. “Would you like to join us?” 

In answer, Cassian rose. Towering over you while you were on your knees, he seemed even more mighty than that warrior you knew. He was… a god. Wings far out behind him, his chin length hair messy with water… He could have been the god of wind if there were such a thing. A male uncontrolled by any expectation or request. He moved to stand behind Azriel, their wings bumping gently, then sliding together, earning a sigh from both of them. It may have been an Illyrian equivalent of a kiss, if you weren’t mistaken.

Cassian bit his lip, looking down at you admiringly. Az’s hand went to his hair, playing in it. Softly, as if it were something he’d always wanted to do. “Show me what you want.” Cassian said, brushing your hair from your face gently. His square jaw flexed when you glanced toward his strained cock, how he palmed himself through his pants. 

You pushed his hand away, and ever so slowly leaned in to press a firm kiss to his thick member through the pants. He hissed, and Azriel muttered something that sounded animalistic. Looking up to Cassian through your lashes, you smirked. His mouth was agape, watching you slide from him over to Azriel, giving him the exact same reward. 

“I-” Azriel ground out, his hand rushing to your hair. He pulled you up, tugging at your roots. Your smile did not stop, not when he crushed his lips to your and shoved you to Cassian. The larger male held you upright as you stumbled, and Azriel’s hands were at your pants. Pulling them down with need, with certainty that he would claim this, that he would have his prize. 

Cassian’s lips met your cheekbone, and finally your lips when you looked up to him. He was soft, cool and well mannered where Azriel was brute force and demands. The contrast made you dizzy, made your panties soaked with the tenderness that he showed. The sentiment was quickly washed away though, with the friction of your panties being slid aside and Azriel’s hot mouth licking you. Tasting you - and gods - darting his tongue directly into you. 

You squirmed back against him, trying to feel him more, needing more than just his tongue. But Cassian’s strong body held you in place, leaning you over slightly enough that you hadn’t noticed it before. Giving Azriel the perfect angle to flick his tongue over your clit, sending that tingling urge to come over your bones. Forcing your body to clench and grind and need something to fill you. You didn’t know what sounds you were making by the time they’d both removed their trousers. Didn’t know how you’d gone this long without both of them. But you knew that now, there’d be no going back. No turning just friends again, not in any way. 

And gods… with the look of Cassian’s cock you were totally okay with that. He was thicker than Azriel, but shorter. The perfect head deliciously pink and beading with precome. He slicked it down his shaft as he watched Azriel push you back onto the blanket. His scarred hands went to your nipples, pinching them enough to draw a cry from your lips. He glanced to Cassian, watching as the male pleasured himself. Azriel’s other hand went to his own cock as he kneeled in front of you, his hand still lightly ghosting over your body. They stayed like that a moment, watching you palm your own breasts and arch your back, begging for someone to touch you more than just what Azriel was doing. It felt good, grounding even, but it did not fill your appetite. It didn’t calm the fire in your veins. 

You must have missed something, some kind of silent communication between them. Because Cassian grunted something, and Azriel nodded, eyes flicking up at him. Then, Cassian was at your side, watching you with a grin while Azriel- You groaned at the sight of Cassian’s cock in Az’s mouth. Watching how his skilled tongue lapped over the head, leaving it glistening in the small amount of moonlight that seeped through. 

You were going to burn. Were going to be set on fire by these two males if they did not satisfy you immediately. You sat up, pushing Azriel away from Cas’s cock before he could protest. You took over, weighing him on your tongue and moaning around it. Mother above he was going to be so full, so fucking perfect inside you… And Azriel… He stood, and worked himself right beside Cassian’s cock. He was longer, but not as thick as Cassian. And by some miracle, that worked out perfectly if you were getting what you wanted right now. 

Achingly empty, you ran a finger along Cassian’s length while you switched from him to Azriel, enjoying the familiar feeling of him. You made sure Cassian saw exactly where you put that finger, working yourself and trying to sate your need even a little. You knew for a fact that if either of them went down on you again you wouldn’t be able to help from coming. 

So you kept on them both, even rubbing their cocks together, sliding your tongue around both of them until they were panting, cheeks reddened and cocks twitching. They were ready, as were you. “I want you both.” You said, looking up to them. To Azriel in particular, who you thought would be the only one to protest the idea, given his protectiveness. 

But Cassian was the one who hesitated. “Are… I dont want you to..strain yourself.” He said with a huff of a laugh. “I can manage on my own if you need me to, is all I mean.” He pumped his cock twice, biting his lip again. His eyes drifted to your breasts, now peaked and waiting for one of the illyrians to pay attention to them. 

Azriel breezed behind you, and sat. “we’ve practiced… I’ve never known you to say no to a lady before, Cassian.” Az purred at his hesitation. His eyes flared, and he was joining you a second later. His head dipped between your thighs while Azriel lifted you. A long, slow lick up your slit left you arching back into Azriel while he worked you open with a finger, then another. A familiar sensation, but one that never got old. The thrill of having them both, at the same time was making you dizzy… that or all the panting and moaning you’d been doing.

 It was amazing how easy they made it seem, handling you like you weighed nothing. It made your stomach flutter when Cassian moaned looking at your folds, watching as Azriel worked his way into your ass. Cassian continued slowly lapping at you, pushing a finger in once Azriel was fully seated. You leaned back and kissed the shadowsinger, unable to help arching and wiggling on him, earning a hiss while Cassian pushed another finger in. “Feels..fucking good.” Azriel’s eyes rolled when he tipped his head back. 

“This does?” Cassian curled a finger down, toward’s Azriels cock and you felt him pulse. You couldn’t help but squeeze around him. His toes curled and popped, and Cassian held your thighs as he lined himself up with your pussy. 

‘Yesyesyesyesyes’ your body screamed, pleaded, for him. But he paused as he pushed his head in, letting your body adjust. “Fuck me-” you couldn’t handle the waiting any longer. You wanted them both. Now. 

Cassian hissed and curled his torso forward, leaning past you to kiss Azriel while he slid inside your slick entrance. It was heaven. As close as you’d ever imagined it. So full with both of them, so incredibly perfectly full and.. Gods.. pressure built as Cassian pushed in further…further… Your lips parted for him more and more until you thought you’d stretched as far as you could. Then, he stopped. 

The three of you lay there, all in states of pleasure unknown before this moment.. And you swore there was nothing better on this planet. Both males fully inside of you, fully blanketing you with their attention and desire…Your insides clenched around them, and there was no more time for admiring the moment. 

Cassian slid out, and worked his way back in faster, working quicker each time. Each time bumping your G-spot and pushing you closer to the edge that was already so tangible. Az’s soft grunts and pushes towards your ass were incredible. You hardly needed him to move to feel him, to feel just how perfect he was at just being there, letting Cassian’s cock rub over his own. Letting Cassian fuck you both into an orgasam. 

And the war general must have caught on, must have noticed the needy desire in both your faces as he took fucking both of you in earnest, drawing out the long strokes and snapping his hips forward, earning each one of your moans while Azriel sucked a mark onto your shoulder from behind. 

You didn’t know how you’d lasted as long as you did… but the moment Azriel’s hand reached around to rub your clit, you knew you would be coming undone in seconds. “I’m- fuck..I-” You panted, but couldnt wrap your mind around words. 

“Come for us baby, come on. I want to hear you scream his name.. Fuck her Cassian. I want to feel you.” 

It was the most you’d heard Azriel say during sex, even with other partners before. His fingers worked you expertly, picking up speed as Cassian’s cock pounded into you. You could feel the pressure of them both pulsing, both needing to come… and it sent you into a frenzy. You rocked back onto azriel harder, pushing your hips up towards Cassian and…. Fuck. One more flick of Az’s finger and you were coming. You were screaming something as the quaking orgasm reached its peak. Something that Cassian devoured with his own lips as he kissed you, sloppy and wet while he tensed.

“Fuck, fuck-” Cassian was panting, his arms shaking as your insides milked his cock, pulsing around him over and over while he tried his damndest not to come himself. He wanted to feel this, to enjoy this and ride it out for you… He pumped three, four, five more times before pulling out and cumming on your stomach. Spurts of warm cum pooling all over the curves of your body. Azriel was panting as well, and lifting your limp body from his cock. Cassian collapsed on the blanket beside you, Azriel on the other. 

Both their wings folded together over the three of you, enveloping you all in a deep sleep.

+

The next morning was warm, flirty and fully of long, lazy kisses between the three of you. But by the time the sun rose, you all went into the same mentality. This wasn’t a vacation. This wasn’t a sex getaway, or whatever last night was. This was major, and it could get any one of you - or even all of you- killed

“This will be dangerous. There’s no going back once you make yourself known. We stick to this plan. Get the commander alone and force it out of him.” Cassian was protective normally, but now that you’d become something more with both him and Azriel… He was nearly unwilling to let you go.

Azriel’s hands ghosted around you, checking the knots that bound you like a prisoner. Hidden inside the one at your hands was a small, deadly sharp knife that you would use both to break free, and to torture the commander if needed. 

“I know.” You said, trying to keep your voice from shaking. Azriel could still sense your nerves though, something in him jittery along with you. He swore he’d never let you do something like this again. Not after the last time. Yet here he was, letting you walk straight into the enemy’s cell. Like he didn’t know how that could end. He looked to his brother. 

Then cringed. Was brother the right word still? After what had happened last night? They had been brothers in a sense of comradery before… but now… Were they lovers? Azriel couldn’t deny his attraction to the male had always been there. But before it had been in an admiring sort of way. Appreciating the square of the male’s jaw, his beautifully crooked nose and how it made his sly smile seem ever more intimidating. 

And what would Cassian think of him? Were they a one time experiment? Sure, they’d f”d in the same room before, but never looking at each other. Always admiring the partner, never joining. Was this a step out of line? Was it crossing a boundary? And mostly, what did you think of it? 

Would you desire Cassian’s companionship from every night on? 

Azriel watched his knuckles turn white over the thick rope holding your arms behind your back. He knew this was stupid. That there was only half a chance of this actually working and the commander being left alone with a prisoner. But it had been Cassian’s and Rhys’s grand plan. Cas was sure that the sick need the higher ranking officers had would not be contended with. Especially not one as high ranking as the legion commander. 

Cassian stared down at your shoes, slowly working his gaze up the rest of your body. He finally rested his eyes on yours and caught your grin. “I’d say you look absolutely appetizing.” 

+

The makeshift cell was surprisingly clean considering it’s location. The commander’s tent. Red brown sand fling onto the foregin rugs, tracked in from your boots. The trek up and over the dunes had been brutal, and if you’d known how awful it was you would have taken Azriel up on the short flight to one of the peaks where you were captured. 

A female rider that made you keep up with her brutal pace of the dark horse she rode. If you had known you’d slip and fall four times while she dragged you behind, you may have asked to be a captive prisoner if to join her on the horse and avoid the embarrassment.

A male with a foregin tongue had forced you to your knees in front of a male that matched Cassian’s description of the commander. A dark skinned male with bright, blond hair and kohl smudged around his eyes. A scar across his neck, and rippling muscles that made him seem much larger than he was. His skin was smooth against your bare arm as he gently took you from the crowd that had gathered. Many males pushing their way to the front to see just what the commotion was about. 

A sharp word in that strange language and they were scattering. He brought you here, where you now stared at the ornate patterns on each rug, waiting for his return. The hours passed. You could have counted on one hand the amount of people you saw throughout the day. Unfortunately, none brining food or water to stave off a headache and the daze that the lack of sustenance brought. 

You tried as much as you could to keep the sleep at bay, by after two hours of complete darkness, and even the camp outside settling down - you couldn’t help but nod off for what seemed like only a few hours. 

There was dark blue light painting the sky when you woke. Internally, you swore at yourself. How could you have let your guard down that long? And worse,... that commander speaking in a hushed tone to someone outside the tent door. You closed your eyes, pretending to sleep yet again. 

“I’ll kill those two winged ones, you know.” His accent was graceful, yet deadly. Quiet and controlled but leaking complete truth and lethality. You had no doubt he would. Had no doubt that if Cassian or Azriel gave him an opportunity to, that he would take it. You stopped pretending and glared at the male. The blond hair shone down his back, the flatness of it reminiscent of a clear, swift stream. His cheekbones were high, and angular, eyes a soft almond shape that made the kohl seem unneeded. He was poised and deadly as any snake in this desert. A predator whos trap you’d fallen straight into. And Az and Cas had no idea.

“Dont bother playing that game, we can get straight to business.” He sighed, propping his sandals up on the small ottoman a few feet in front of the cell door. “Would you like some food? Water, perhaps?”

“I dont need shit from you.”

“She speaks!” He laughed, clapping his hands together. Bracelets jingled on his bare arms, golds and bronze of different sizes. “Despite what you think, you do need me. I can smell those two males on you, and I know just where they are.” You heartbeat quickened, pounding in your ears so loud you could hardly hear him. “I have eighty archers hidden and ready to fire upon them at any moment. I suggest we play nice.” 

“What do you want?”

“Tell your high lords there will be half the current rate of trade from Rask to Prythian. If they’d like more, they need to pay a new rate. They must compensate for my… fees. My protection through these deadly desert lands and for my… hospitality.” He finished with a sly grin. A knowing, evil smile that told you just what kind of hospitality he was speaking of. 

“I’m no emissary.” you struggled with the ties around your wrists, attempting to find that damned knife. Your heart sank. Sank past the floor and whatever lay beyond. There was no knife. You’d fallen on the dunes. It had slipped out. And you were stuck here, bound and caged with this… monster. The male that wanted thousands of citizens on both sides to die so he could gain wealth. 

He stood, and stalked in front of your cell. Adjusting his shirt as he did. “You’re a female with a wide mouth. I think-”  

“I think that it’s a perfectly balanced mouth.” Cassian’s sword dripped with dark blood. Lifelood. The boots he wore marred the expensive rugs with bloodied sand. One of his wings dipped lower than the other, penetrated with a pale arrow. Your heart leapt and sank again, then roared with furious pride and admiration when Azriel materialized just behind Cassian. Smoke like shadow piercing the air faster than any sword or arrow ever could, and splitting the commander’s chest. He gasped, and went pale quickly. 

Cassian was rushing to your cell door, where he rattled the bars and gripped, before pulling it clean off the hinges. You hadn’t realized how shaken.. How utterly terrifying the experience had been until you were in his arms, sobbing as you stared at the body of the male that had threatened you. That had threatened all of Prythian and Rask. your mind whirled with possibilities, questions, things you didn’t know if you wanted an answer to. 

Cassian rocked and shushed you while Azriel covered the body, and moved it away. You hadn’t realized you were still tied until the shadowsinger returned, and sliced the ropes apart with a swift swipe of a dagger. You went to his arms next, practicing slow breaths with him.

Cassian slowly worked on the shackles at your ankles with a bright red saw he’d materialized from his siphons. Once they were removed, they both held you together. “It was a stupid idea.” Azriel admitted, shaking his head. 

“As much as I like the idea of you being tied up, I dont think we need to do it for a mission again.” Cassian said, stroking your hair. You smiled, despite the adrenaline still coursing through you. 

#reader x cassian #reader x azriel #acotar fic #acotar

[lynxindisguise]

The Hut of the Mistold - Chapter One: The Wolf

You’ve heard the stories. Deep in the forest, a witch’s hut lies in wait for lost children.

That much is true.

But it’s shrouded in moss, not coated in candy. Nor is it perched on bird’s legs. And it is inhabited not by one crone or three demonic sisters, but two self-proclaimed hags—who are decidedly not sisters.

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Fairytale AU feat. two sexy hags, an orphaned wolf, a runaway witch, a banished prince, and a knight on a quest

#the posting has begun!! #current wip #dorlene #wolfstar #fairytale au #the sexy sexy hags and the babiest little werewolf #hut of the mistold