#yes I added berry they are silly and I love them

[kyliebrightsun]

Who done it pt.1

The murder of sonic the hedgehog was amazing and charming, and I love all the outfits the characters got so I wanted to draw them all :] the rest are in the works as we speak!

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog fanart #the murder of sonic the hedgehog #yes I added berry they are silly and I love them #knuckles the echidna #miles tails prower #amy rose #blaze the cat

[anasanthology]

Two’s A Company, Three’s A Crowd, Four… is Just Perfect

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ MDNI (I don’t care who reads just if your account age is set to under 18 don’t interact please), praise kink, breeding kink, very light choking, lowkey Soft Dom!Ethan Winters, possibly super light degradation but not really, overall pretty tame, fem-specific gendered terms. Not proofread.

Notes: MY FIRST FIC BE NICE!!! Honestly, I can’t tell if this is bad or not 👀 This took me days to finish because I lost energy like half way through 😭 Sorry if it’s a little ooc, I tried to not do that but it might be 🫣 ANYWAYS, hope you like it 😁 if you have any comments JUST SAY THEM they will be appreciated 💕 hope you like, lovelies ☺️

3.6k words | Ethan Winters x AFAB!Reader

You stand on the porch of a small townhouse. Feeling the cool air blow around you, you try to make yourself smaller in your coat. It was freezing outside, but gas was expensive so you walked. The sweet burn of prolonged cold nipped at your fingertips and exposed ankles. The distant cries of a young child getting louder, accompanied by heavy fevered footsteps. The door swings open and a man pokes his head out giving you a weak tired smile.

“Are you the babysitter?”

“Yes.”

That was 9 months ago, and you wouldn’t have even imagined that would have led to this.

***

“What?” Your eyes widened. ‘What did she just say?’

“I asked if you could give me a little sister. My friend has a little sister and she said that her daddy helped her mommy build her in her tummy.” Rose kept on coloring with her crayons as she talked, “Mommy’s not here, but daddy could help you,” She smiled at you then looked towards her father, “right daddy?” Ethan’s body visibly tenses at the question and he lets out an awkward laugh.

“I don’t think it works like that Rosie.”

“Why not?”

“Cause…” he swallows thickly, “cause it has to be a mommy and daddy, and she’s not a mommy.” Rose crosses her arms and puffs out her cheeks.

“That’s dumb!” She throws her crayons onto the paper and pouts.

“How ‘bout we go to bed, Rose.” You suggest.

“‘M not tired!”

“If you lay down now I’ll have time to read you that book you like, I’ll even do the funny voices.” Rose’s entire demeanor changes.

“Really? Like it when you do the fish, it’s silly.” She giggles.

“It is silly, now let’s go!” You grab Rose’s hand and lead her to her room to put her to bed. “Long ago, a young girl went with her mother to pick berries for her father who was hard at work…” You read to her making sure to do the voices extra dramatic, you always added in new voice lines to make it a little more entertaining and she loved it everytime.

***

“She’s asleep.” You walk into the kitchen finding Ethan pouring a glass of wine.

“She loves it when you read to her. Thought it was gonna be a lot harder to get her to bed since she missed her nap today.” Ethan huffed with amusement. “I can never get her down that easily, she always says I’m doing the voices wrong and that you do it better.”

“Does she really?” You walk up to the counter he’s standing by.

“Every time.” He laughs then holds his glass to you, “you want some?”

“Maybe a glass, I don’t wanna stumble home.”

“I’ve told you that I could pay for your gas to and from here, it’s not that big of an expense and it’s getting cold out.” That was Ethan, always worried about everyone else even when it inconvenienced him.

“No,” you just shake your head, “I don’t mind it. Plus, I get more steps in.”

“If your legs get cut off from frostbite you won’t get any steps in.” He starts pouring you a glass, he had already taken one out for you before you even came into the room.

“God, Ethan!” Your eyes widened and you laughed, “you’re so morbid!”

“I’m just trying to look out for you,” he slides you your glass, “and if you can’t babysit anymore I don’t think Rose will ever sleep again.” You take a sip of your drink and slosh the wine around your glass.

“Guess I’ll have to start searching for wheelchair ramps then!”

“Okay, smarty pants.” Ethan rolls his eyes.

“Or you could get her that sister, bet a new baby in the house will tire her out.” You nudge his shoulder and giggle. Ethan’s body tightens up next to you.

“Oh I… yeah that could work.” He laughs nervously and looks away as a light blush dusts his cheeks. “I’m sorry for that by the way, she… Rose has been asking for a sister since I started socializing her at that parent support group place.” You notice his embarrassment and lean in.

“Oh don’t worry, Ethan. She’s just a kid, she didn’t know what she was saying. Bet though if you bring it up in like ten years she’ll be totally embarrassed!” Ethan lets out a soft laugh but is still visibly tense.

“Yeah, probably…” he chews his lip and sucks in a breath.

“You ever thought about it?”

“W-what?” He seemed to just about jump out of his skin.

“Have you ever thought about having another kid?” You give him an amused look.

“Oh. Uh… sometimes.” Color fills his cheeks and he looks away. It was a lie. He thought about it constantly. All Ethan wanted was more kids. He just understood how much he already struggled raising Rosemary alone, and didn’t want her or another kid to suffer from his irresponsibility. 

“What did you think I meant?” You giggled and leaned in a little further, now starting to enter his space. Maybe it was the wine that emboldened you, or maybe that was just your excuse.

“I uh…” he huffed out a laugh, “I thought you meant kids with you specifically.” Immediately after saying that he realized what had just left his mouth. Wine always seemed to make him unable to shut up.

“Oh.” Your face heated up not expecting him to be so straightforward. “Well, have you?” You ask in a quieter voice.

“No! I…” he exhales and looks over at you, you guys just look at each other in silence for what feels like forever. “Yes.” His voice was so quiet if you hadn’t been laser focused on him you would’ve missed it.

“Really?” You whispered back. You didn’t sound angry or even surprised, just hopeful. He nodded.

“Have you thought about it?”

“Yes.” You answered immediately, what did you have to hide now? He wanted it too.

“You have?” Ethan looks at you completely shocked. After the words left his mouth he expected you to yell at him, slap him even, for being a creep—rightfully so, in his opinion—and then quit on the spot, not agree.

“I have.” You bite your lip and look into your glass, heat starts climbing to your face. The fact that you had thought about that… Ethan could feel his cock start to kick at his thighs.

“And what are we gonna do about that?” His voice came out a lot shakier than he intended. Sounding more like he was genuinely curious rather than confident and flirty like he intended. It didn’t matter though, hearing those words come from him made your breath hitch.

“Well…” you bite your lip thinking for a minute. ‘Oh what the hell.’ Grabbing his shirt you pull him closer and press your lips to his. It wasn’t really a hot passionate kiss, more just a ‘I really hope you don’t fire me’ kiss, well at least it wasn’t at first. Ethan’s body relaxes after a few seconds, his hands come to your waist to pull you against him. The tip of his tongue peeking from between his lips to lick a hot stripe across your bottom lip. Suddenly you’re jumping up to sit on the kitchen counter and parting your thighs so he can slot himself between them. You let your hands wander behind his back and grab at his shirt as his start to rub at your sides. One of them runs up your body to press against your neck. Your body straightens and you break the kiss with a pant.

“You like that?” He pulls back a little further so he can look from your eyes to your kiss-swollen lips. Swallowing thickly as you try to respond to his words, yet nothing seems to come out. “Hmm?” He squeezes your throat lightly and you whine. Slick pools into the gusset of your panties. You try and push your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs, only leaving you wanting and squirmy as your knees push against the sides of his hips. 

“Mmh, yeah you do.” He squeezes your neck again softly and you continue to unsuccessfully try to clench your thighs together searching for friction. Noticing this, he lets his other hand fall to your thigh so that he can pull you closer to him. Not quite close enough to feel him where you need it.

“I do, I like it.” You nod your head as you talk quietly, your eyes glazing over with want.

“Yeah?” The hand on your thigh climbs up to rest on where your thigh meets your hip and he lets his thumb run along the crotch seam of your pants. “Pretty girl.” He presses his thumb in and watches your face, seeing the way your eyelashes flutter and how your lips part slightly as you gasp. You look down to where his thumb rubs at your cunt. The fabric separating him from actually touching you providing a much needed friction on your clit.

“Ethan…” your voice nothing but a whiny whisper.

“Hmm? What sweetheart?” The hand on your throat coming up to your jaw, his thumb swiping across your lower lip making you shiver. “You want something?” He keeps eye contact and keeps rubbing his thumb around your lips. Letting his finger dip into your mouth slightly, going in and out, back and forth, slowly, never letting it move in far enough. He rubs your saliva across your lips on every hot drag out of your mouth. Your lip starts to quiver and you move your head forward a little, trying to take his thumb deeper into your mouth.

“Mmm, yes.” He bites his lip and breathes out heavily. You wrap your tongue around his thumb and start licking tentative stripes up his finger, getting more confident as his jaw slacks.

“Keep going,” he whispers, “just like that.” You let your lips close around his finger so you can start sucking around his thumb. “Oh, good girl. Doing so good for me.” His head tilts back a little before he catches himself so he can keep watching the way your lips move when you suck him in. You pull your lips off him with a pop and a string of spit connects his thumb to your lips.

“Ethan, I want more.” You take your arms from his body and put your hands on the counter, leaning back.

“You want more, what?” He raises his brows at you.

“I want more of you, want more touching.” You lean in, biting your wet lips and smiling softly.

“No.” He lets his hands move to sit over yours, pressing them softly into the counter as he leans in to you even further than you did him. “I was telling you to ask for more.” His voice is firm but gentle, and any doubt he had in the beginning was gone. It made you wet. You couldn’t help but squirm a little at what was happening, or the implication of what it could mean for later.

“Oh okay…” you swallow, “Ethan, I want more, please?” Your voice comes out whiny and shaky. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” He starts unbuttoning and unzipping your pants before helping you to stand. He stands back to watch you as you start pulling your jeans down. Ethan watches you bend forward, the way your hands slide down your legs. You're making sure to pull them off slowly and completely so you don’t look like an idiot struggling out of your pant legs. You push them to the side and look up at him as you stand. Finally really paying attention to him rather than what he’s doing. Seeing you look at him like that, he palms himself over his jeans. You stand all the way up and pull your shirt over your head. Tossing it aside before putting your hands behind your back. Biting your lip as you look from his face down to the hand that teases his cock through his pants.

“Turn around and bend over, baby.” He looks you up and down like you’re a toy and keeps touching himself.

“M’kay.” You turn around like he asks and bend yourself forward till you can feel the cold surface against your cheek.

“Good girl.” His hand roams up the back of one of your thighs all the way up to rub your lower back. You arch for him, picking your head up and putting your arm over each other in front of you. He breathes out heavily and steps forward pressing himself against your hip.

“Oh look at you. You wanna be touched don’t you, baby?” You nod your hand and bury your face in your arms. “Yeah you do.” Ethan leans in pressing his front to your back and hooks his finger under the band of your underwear. He pulls it back a little and lets it slap back against your skin softly with a smile. His hand moves down to cup your sex, the feeling making you whine. “You’re so wet. Did I do this, Hmm? You’re wet for me?” He whispers right against your neck and you nod enthusiastically.

“Yes, ‘m wet for you.” He starts carding his fingers through your slit over your underwear, soaking them even more.

“Mmm, which part? Was it when I squeezed that little throat, or maybe…” Ethan leans in further so you can feel his lips ghost over your neck, “or maybe it was when I said I fantasized about knocking you up?” You could feel your pussy gush into your panties as you moan at his words.

“Oh? Which one?” The smirk in his voice is audible.

“I… both.” Your breath is shaky and your face heats up at having to admit that.

“Both? Well I guess we’ll have to do both then. Won’t we, sweetheart?” Your lips push together hard and you press back against his hand, still sliding lazily against your slit. His hand moves up and he hooks his fingers under the band of your underwear again, but this time he starts pulling them down. Strings of slick connect you to your panties as he pulls them away.

“Look at you, so needy.” His fingers return to your slit and you arch back more. “Aww, you’re getting me all messy, baby. You know, I bet I could slip right into this needy little cunt without any preparation. You’d take it all wouldn’t you?” His fingers move to toy with your clit making you gasp.

“Mhm.” Your voice is muffled but he can still hear how whiny your tone is.

“But I’m not that mean, even though I know you’d like it. I’ll get you ready, baby, wanna hear that pretty voice while I fuck you with my fingers.” He moves his hand to line up one of his fingers and push it inside. “Oh god, so tight. Gonna stretch you out, baby.” He starts slowly dragging his finger in and out of your gummy walls. “You think you can take a little more?” Without even waiting to hear an answer he pushes another finger up into you.

“Etha-“ you whimper and bite your lip, moving backwards and forwards a little to meet his fingers when they push in. He flips his fingers over inside you and starts curling them against that spot inside you making you see stars.

“Pretty girl, you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about doing this. Bending you over the counter and filling you up while you whine and beg. Ask for it, baby. Ask me to fill you up.” He starts curling his fingers harder against your walls, pushing them against you the whole time he drags out. He stands up straight but keeps himself pressed against your hip.

“Please, Ethan. Fill me up, please.” Your voice is high and whiny. He throws his head back with a moan and starts rubbing himself against you.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah you sound so good like that. So so good.” Ethan’s voice is breathy and his other hand starts to toy with his belt, undoing it and pulling it through his belt loops to toss on the floor with a clatter. His fingers start to undo his jeans and he tries to pull them down quickly. “Shit.” He pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss of stimulation. “Be patient, baby.” You look back at him as he pulls his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. When you see his cock spring free you bite your lip and moan. Unable to look away from his leaking pink tip, your thighs clench together and your toes curl in your shoes. Ethan starts teasing the vein going up his length while he watches your face. Your mouth opens in a silent moan at the sight. “You like this, sweet girl? Seeing me touch myself while looking at you all bent over and desperate?”

“Yes, Ethan. Fuck, please, I need it.” You throw your head down onto your arms, unable to watch him any longer afraid you might cum just from seeing him.

“Of course.” He steps forward and starts rubbing his hard cock through your slit.

“Ethan, pl-“ you gasp and throw your head back when he suddenly pushes in about half way. He pulls back and pushes in slowly, going further with each stroke. Ethan’s hands grip the edge of the counter and his head falls forward. He stares intently where you two connect and lets out a quiet moan. The thought of his cock leaking pre-cum into your aching hole makes you clench around him.

“Shit. Oh fuck!” Ethan lets out a strained moan and his hand slides up your back and around your throat. The feeling of his hands on you makes you push back. He grins and squeezes the sides of your throat making you clench around him again. “Oh you do like that don’chu,” he leans forward so he’s pressed against your back and pushes all the way in, his tip touching your cervix, “gonna fill up this little hole while I squeeze your throat. You want that? Want me to cream your cunt while you get choked?” Your eyes roll back and you grind up against him at his words.

“Ethan, mmm please. Oh f…” your eyes start to water and your tongue goes limp in your mouth, “wanna be full.”

“Yeah oh, sweet girl.” He talks softly and starts fucking up into you again making sure to grind his tip right against your cervix. “I’m gonna fill you till it takes, baby.” You’re completely speechless, just moaning and whining completely at his mercy. He pulls you up against him and knocks your legs apart with his foot. His other hand coming up to slip a couple fingers passed your lips, which you immediately start sucking and licking on. “There you go, being such a good girl for me.” Ethan kisses the top of your head tenderly. You make a noise and he immediately takes his fingers out of your mouth to grip your face. “Hmm? What, sweetheart?”

“Wanna be a good girl. Jus’ for you.” The hand on your throat goes down so he can rub and toy with your clit. You moan and squirm against him at the stimulation. “You gonna cum, baby? Yeah, cum right on my cock, make a mess.” Your eyes roll back and fat tears roll down your cheeks to drop onto your chest.

“Ethan I-Ethan, mmm.” You start mumbling incoherently and he finally pushes you over. He slows his movements on you clit but keeps up his pace fucking you through your orgasm.

“Good girl, feel’ so good when you cum.” He pushes you back down on the table abruptly and puts his hands on your back keeping you there. “Take it.”

“Ethan, ‘m so sensitive, please.”

“I said take it.” You couldn’t help but just moan at the way he was talking to you. Ethan was always so sweet, you couldn’t have even imagined he could speak like that. “Oh you like that? You want me to get rough with you? Hmm?” He starts fucking into you harder, his tip bullying into your cervix. Your body just goes limp against the counter and he laughs softly. “Gonna cream this needy cunt. You want that? I know you do, baby, I can feel it.” One of his hands tangles up into your hair and pulls tentatively.

“Ethan.” You couldn’t say anything else, you couldn’t even think.

“Gonna knock you up, pretty girl. I’ll fuck you as much as it takes, till I get to see you all swollen with my child.” His voice starts getting shaky and high. He was watching the way your slick would string between you two everytime he pulled back. Suddenly his moans started to turn into whimpers and you could hear him suck air through his teeth. “Oh fuck…” Ethan throws his head back and pushes all the way into you, pressing his tip right against your cervix. Hot thick stripes of cum painted your walls. “There you go, good girl.” His head tilts back and he closes his eyes. He lets go of your hair and starts running his fingers along your back gently. All that could be heard was the heavy breaths that filled the air. He pulls out and you whine at the empty feeling. “You did so good.” He pulls you straight up against him and holds you. You can feel his cum start to drip and run down your thighs. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Feel good.” Your voice was quiet and weak.

“Yeah? I'm glad, pretty girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He kisses your shoulder softly.

“Mmh, m’kay.” You close your eyes and lay your head against him.

“Let’s go.” He picks you up and starts carrying you to the bathroom to clean you off. “Think you’re gonna have to come around more often with a little one on the way.”

***

You were so glad you took this job.

#anasanthology #anyas world #anya’s world #resident evil #re8 fanfiction #re8 #re biohazard #re7 #ethan winters #ethan winters imagine #ethan winters x you #ethan winters x reader #fanfic #re7 biohazard #re7 fanfiction

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Not a one time thing part 2

Ghostface! Aemond Targaryen x reader x Ghostface! Jacaerys Velaryon

Word count: 2,358

Part 1 can be found here

CW: porn without plot, cussing, slight dubcon (?), oral, squirting, threesome, Jace, Aemond, pure filth, rough sex, overstimulation, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), praise (what can I say, I’m a fool for praise), breeding kink (not explicitly mentionned tho), aftercare, food (not sexual tho lol), mentions of Alys Rivers, Criston Cole and Jason Lannister, mentions of murder, next part we get into the killing hehehe

The warm, bright light of the sun filtered through the gaps of the blinds that covered the windows. The rays hit your face, shifting little by little until they hit your face. Your eyes open, only to shut and squint at the light hitting them directly. Your hands blindly reach to either side of you only to find it vacant of any occupants but yourself. Your eyes shoot open and you prop yourself onto your elbows. Aemond and Jace both were’nt there and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed at their lack of presence. Your lips form into a pout briefly, you stretch as far as your limbs allow and get up. You find your top and shorts from the night prior neatly folded on the bedside table. Putting them on, you head downstairs towards the kitchen.

As you enter, you are immediately greeted with the sweet smell of crepes. You look to see Aemond at the stove and Jace setting up plates at the kitchen island. Jacaerys notices your presence first and smiles widely at you.

“Good morning, pretty girl. Did you sleep well?” He asks, walking over to embrace you and planting a kiss on your temple. You reminisce in his warmth and nod as he holds you tight against his chest. Aemond, noticing the interaction, beckons you over to where he stands by the stove. He hugs you with one arm and kisses your cheek in greeting. You could feel the love radiating off of the two and it made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. This was true happiness, this was home.

Once the crepes are made and all the toppings imaginable added (including but not limited to whipped cream, chocolate syrup and your favorite berries), you three sit at the island and eat your breakfast, sharing memories of when you were all younger (the good ones at least). Gradually, the conversation takes a turn when Aemond brings up the events that occured the night prior. He gently calls your name.

“This morning Jace and I were talking, my love. I know that I had said this was a one night thing but I wish to leave that decision up to you.” Just as he had the night before, he chose his words carefully to not overwhelm you. There was much to think about, if this becomes a regular occurence what happens to you and Aemond? To you and Jace? Yes, it is true you enjoyed all that occured, it is true that no matter how much you love Aemond that you love Jace just as much.

“The choice is yours, we will accept whatever you choose. Take your time, take all the time you need. We can wait, sweetness. I’d wait forever if you asked.” Jace’s words tugged at your heartstrings, they were so sweet and kind. His words that taste like honey and instantly calmed the pounding of your heart. It dawned on you, your answer. What you really want is right in front of you and now you have the chance to have it all, so why not take it? Fuck tomorrow, anything could happen tomorrow but what you really need is this with both of them, today and right now.

“I want this,” You began, voice quiet and shaky as Jace and Aemond take one of your hands in their own. “I want to be with both of you. I love both of you.” The words seem to echo loudly, as if everything else was on mute and your voice was the only thing to be heard for miles and miles. Jace moves the hand not holding yours, tilting your face towards his own, he leans forward. Slowly, carefully, he looks into your eyes with an underlying question and you nod. He bridges the gap and kisses you softly, just as the night before. He kisses you and doesn’t stop, never speeding up and never slowing down. It’s just as gentle and sweet as the night before and much like his words, the kiss tastes like honey.

Aemond gets up to clean the island and washes his hands then returns to you and Jace still locked at the lips. The two of you part, panting and this is all deja vu. This is just like the night before yet different somehow. Aemond turns you to face him, your lips swollen and face flushed. He thinks you look so beautiful like this, panting and pupils blown so wide they nearly cover the entirety of your irises. This was a view he prided himself on being the only one able to witness but now he shares it with Jace. He doesn’t mind though, as long as you’re happy.

It’s moments like these when he wishes he had both his eyes, so he could behold your true beauty in all its grandeur. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly and releasing it. He takes in every small detail he can, admiring you in a way that didn’t have you shying away from his gaze for once. You held his gaze, admiring him too. From his beautiful blue eye to the milky white of the other, the long scar you always thought so beautiful running straight through it. His pretty lips, his sharp features, they all had you swooning. Running out of patience, you surge forward. Your lips meet in a kiss more fiery than the one you shared with Jace, Aemond’s tongue poking out asking for entry. You grant it and his tongue tangles with your own, exploring your mouth.

Jace’s hand finds its way at your ribs, just beneath your breast, and makes its way to the hem of your top. He takes it between his fingers and slowly drags it upwards, lace trim skimming your nipples ever so slightly. You and Aemond break away from the kiss and as you catch your breath, he takes the waistband of your shorts. Just like Jace, he slowly slides them down making sure to brush your clit with the waistband. The sensation made you inhale sharply, you still felt sensitive from the night before. Jace’s hand goes between your legs, moving one to spread them apart. His fingers find their way between your fold, caressing them lightly and you let out a moan. Aemond picks you up and places you on the counter of the island, the cold surface making you jump and gasp. The pair smile in amusement and Jace brings his hand to play with your clit.

“So wet baby.” He comments, kneeling in front of you. He begins to kiss your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to where you needed him most. Meanwhile, Aemond holds one of your hands in his own and leans in to kiss you. The two of you lazily makeout, you moaning occasionally, as Jace inches towards you pussy. He stops right by your folds, causing you to whine in protest against Aemond’s lips. He smiles at the sound and makes eye contact with you and Aemond before you’re pulled into a kiss once more and Jace licks a strip upwards with his nose brushing your clit. His hands place your legs over his shoulders, holding the open as he leaves kitten licks on your core. You let out a whine, reaching towards Jacaerys’ head and pulling on his hair which makes him groan. The vibrations send a jolt up your core, Aemond pulls away. He wants to hear you, your sounds making him harder than he already is.

Jace moves his tongue to play with your clit, biting and sucking, two of his fingers inserting themselves into your pussy. It clenches, squeezing Jace’s fingers tightly which makes both of you moan. Soon after, he adds a third finger and moves them all at an incredible pace. You clench again, loudly whining out as Jace helps you ride out your high. He keeps going, unrelenting, and you feel the overstimulation in a painfully delicious way.

You babble incoherently and squirming from Jace. He pulls another orgasm out of you, this time squirting everywhere. It gets all over him and Aemond but they don’t seem to mind at all. Jace removes his fingers and wipes his face on the sleeve of the hoodie he is currently wearing. He pounces upwards, taking your lips in his and pushing his tongue inside your mouth making you taste yourself on him. One of Jace’s hands is on the back of your head and the other holds your own that holds the island counter in a death grip. Aemond’s hand finds purchase at your clit, slowly dragging his fingers up and down. You moan out loud, pulling on Jace’s hair again which in turn causes him to let out a groan. All you could think about was this, as though all other thought and rationale has escaped you and the only things you can focus on are Jace and Aemond. It was too much and not enough, never truly enough.

Aemond detaches his fingers from your clit, you whining against Jace’s lips. The scene was all too familiar, you know exactly what happened before and what’s going to happen now. Just as expected, one of the two picks you up bridal style and carries you to your bedroom although you’re too far gone to know exactly who. Your eyes were closed, almost too exhausted to continue and yet you felt so hot down to your core. It was like an insatiable hunger, an unquenchable thirst and a great desire that roots itself deep within your very being.

The next thing you feel is you being placed gently on the bed, the silken sheets slightly cool and so soft against your skin. Then Aemond and Jace sit on either side of you on the bed, Aemond moving your head over to face him. He smiles, Jace removing your clothes, his movements much more rushed than the night before. Aemond caresses your hair, moving a piece away from your face and a dopey grin adorns your lips. Jace smiles too, having discarded his own clothes, and lines himself up to your entrance. Slowly, he inserts himself inside inch by inch and the stretch felt so deliciously pleasurable. He waits a few moments and begins his thrusts, gentle at first but they increase in speed and grow harder. He rams into you intensely, the loud sound of skin slapping filled the room.

At this point, your head was in Aemond’s lap and his fingers were rubbing your clit in time with Jace’s thrusts. This was like nothing you’ve ever felt before, the two made you feel so good and only really cared for your pleasure. Jace grunts loudly, seemingly close and so are you.

“Doing so good for me baby, always so perfect. My pretty baby, my sweet angel.” He says, voice raspy and out of breath. You moan out loud at the praise and that spurs him on, he speeds up even more and just a few thrusts later you both orgasm. He rides out the high, pulling out and watching his cum leak out of your swollen pussy. He groans at the sight, throwing his head back. Aemond pushes Jace away who then takes to laying on the bed beside you. Aemond sits between you legs and kisses you, his now bare cock rubbing against your sensitive folds which causes you to let out a long whine. You were overstimulated and him rubbing against your pussy didn’t help.

Aemond pushes in, taking your legs and placing them over his shoulders as he begins to ram into you. He has been patient enough, he want you now. He wants to feel you clench around him and he fucks you into the mattress, pace so rough that it hurts. You’re so overstimulated that you try to push him away, placing your hands on his chest, too sensitive to continue. He takes your hands in one of his and holds them by the wrists above your head, his other hand once again finding purchase at your clit. He rubs the nub harshly, fast and hard just like his thrusts, and your back arches off of the bed. You come hard, squirting once more all over him, covering his pelvis and abdomen in your fluids. He keeps going, thrusts much slower and more gentle this time, filling you up and pushing both his and Jace’s cum back into you.

When Aemond finally pulls out, you’re stuffed full and the sight makes him let out a satisfied ‘hmmm’. He collapses on top of you, both still catching your breaths as Jace goes to bathroom and brings a damp cloth. He nudges Aemond who moves over to your hand, bringing your head to his chest while Jace cleans you. You whimper and move away from Jace, body twitching from the sensitivity. He shushes you, letting out ‘my good girl’ and ‘you did so good for us, baby’ and ‘I love you’ as Aemond holds you close and rubs his hand up and down your arm in comfort. Jace goes to toss the cloth into the laundry basket and returns. Both boys lay on either side of you, Jace spooning you with your head on Aemond’s chest. Just as the night before you mumble out an ‘I love you’ to both boys before drifting off. All the boys can do is admire you, the sun hitting your face just right so it won’t bother your eyes but at the same time enough to give you an ethereal glow. The boys drift off too, first Jace and then Aemond. They were content like this, they both love you and you love them.

They would kill for you, they already had done that in fact. They killed Jason Lannister for perving on you and making you uncomfortable, they killed Aemond’s ex Alys Rivers for making you insecure and harassing you and they even killed Criston Cole for threatening you when Aemond introduced you to his family as his girlfriend. They would kill more too. In fact, they already had their sights set on their next victim.

As always I hope y'all enjoyed. Lmk if you want to join the taglist by sending me a message or commenting cause I don't use the form anymore 💀💀

#aemond x reader #jacaerys x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys #aemond #aemond targaryen #x reader #hotd x reader #smut #aemond smut #jacaerys smut #aemond targaryen smut #jacaerys velaryon smut #hotd smut #self insert #what am i doing with my life #yes i know this is late #i'm sorry #this is pure filth #have fun #ghostface #ghostface au #scream au #scream #ghostface x reader #scream x reader

[the-arkaives]

WELCOME TO THE ARKAIVES!

NOW PLAYING: curses - the crane wives “OOH, LAY MY CURSES OUT TO REST! MAKE A MERCY OUT OF…”

WHAT ARE THE ARKAIVES?: so, I realized that suddenly, i was no longer the only person who had Miss Kai Drew rotating in my brain. now, I may be the only one with her doing so 24/7, BUT THERES OTHER PEOPLE NOW-

The Arkaives are your one stop shop for the small little Kai Drewniverse Fandom! you’ll get cannon posts from me, and then the other arckaivist’s fucking BANGER ass “fannon” posts (GUYS I AM EATING THAT SHIT UP KEEP IT COMING)! it’s just a way for this tiny ass community to thrive :]

HOW DO I BECOME AN ARKAIVIST?: simple! reach out to me, say you wanna become an arkaivist, and then BOOM! you’re in! but if you’re a fucking douchebag/asshole i am NOT afraid to kick you out. this is a silly funtime blog, and if you bring bad vibes i am kicking you out. also don’t argue with me about cannon. I’m the author i know what I’m talking about 🤨‼️

WHAT CAN I POST AS AN ARKAIVIST?: you’re allow to post anything as long as it is vaguely Kai related! like, saw something pink and yellow? KAI DREW REFERENCE POST IT‼️‼️‼️ (<- fun fact: actual way i make going out in public fun instead of nerve wracking) it doesn’t even have to be just Kai! got ideas about relationships between Kai and ‘x’ character? POST IT! that’d probably be helpful for me writing nmk/kai in hf stuff, as I’m always a biiiit afraid of mischaracterizing the people of Hatchetfield in the fanfics. But, like, Kai lore isn’t just Hatchetfield! believe me, i forget too, but she’s in a shit ton of fandoms! so, if you’re into one of the other fandoms she’s in? join! fair warning, though: the Kai in HF lore is ROTTING my brain, so there’s gonna be a lot of that shit-

ARKAIVIST ONE - @pastriibunz

NAME: Pastrii!! :D

PRONOUNS: she/her :]

the kai drew fan. literally. i made her!!! i made that guy!!!! the creator of miss drew, the writer of the fics, the artist of the cannon art, the admin of @shxwstxpper (and this blog too), and professional pokotho prophet (/j)! ive definetly got a better intro on my main, (and it does list what fandoms kai's in so do take a look!), but this is my little bio sooo yeah!!! :D

ARKAIVIST TWO - @skylines-turnstiles13

NAME: Max!! :]

PRONOUNS: he/him :D

MY SON!!!!! the admin of @laika-at-hatchetfield and the reason this blog exists! legit my brother in christ told me to do it and my ass was like "yes sir 🫡‼️" and now we're here! he makes some DELICIOUS ass art (seriously man eating that shit UP) and made it so our first posts were angst (all hail the boy!!!! doing what i couldnt <- was going to wait a bit for soul crushing angst- let yall get comfy b4 i fuck yall up). GO FOLLOW THEM THEY'RE COOL AF 🫵😡‼️

ARKAIVIST THREE - @chillibeanos

NAME: Chilli/Max :3

PRONOUNS: Any :D

MY (other) SON!!!! I lob them sm GAHEGEGEGVR THE SILLY!!! they also have a neato lil guy named Bean Sprout so GO CHECK THEM OUT 🫵😡‼️‼️‼️ GO FOLLOW MY BOY 🫵😡‼️‼️‼️‼️

ARKAIVIST FOUR - @raspberrysmoon

NAME: elliot/alice/(rasp)berry/ella/julian

PRONOUNS: he/him + she/her + fawn/fawns + star/stars + they/them + it/its

YET ANOTHER ONE OF MY SONS!!!! I feel like getting added to this account just means you become one of my sons- silly little guy!!! they’ve got a more in depth intro too- FOLLOW THEM RIGHT NEOW 🫵😡‼️

ARKAIVIST FIVE - @christianchasity

NAME: Kacie!! :>

PRONOUNS: she/they

im literally neuerodivergent and a minor? but ayways im the rp expert because i ave 12 different accounts and i have 3 years of expeirence.... but i also have the tism and adhd and i am the grace chasity fan okay tats it love you consually an platonically!!!!

#tkwdlm #kai drew #the kai who didn’t like musicals #tgwdlm #the arkaives #starlit songbird #the guy who didn't like musicals #kai drewniverse #kai in hatchetfield #hatchetfield #intro post #pinned post #other arkaivists feel free to send me your bios n shit!! :D

[bklsandwich]

trying not to give up while drawing, but it's really hard

-

seriously, what's happening on in my farm?

It's been a long time since I last played Stardew Valley

I was busy with daily life and creating assets for mods, so I had no time to actually play _(:3 」∠ )_

My game deviates significantly from the original, especially on the graphical side

It's beautiful and looks good anyway

Though Magnus is refusing to align with me in a line

I'm still wondering what does 'My farm has a lot of plants' means, but I *do have a lot of plants in my farm*

Maybe it was approximately 1200 star fruits, 250~300 ancient fruits, and some coffees, pineapples, salal berries, flowers, etc.

this is the history of my farm:

Spring Y1 > Summer Y1 > Fall Y1 > Spring Y2

I originally planned to live a calm and tranquil rural life in this life(save), with no intention of anything related to plantations, but Razzy wanted me to be an emotional and effective gamer at the same time. bad Razzy

So I bought 273 strawberry seeds at the Strawberry Festival.

Can you understand now, Razzy? The meaning of The Egg Festival is to buy a lot of strawberry seeds, in order to purchase more crops in the summer, and then I can purchase more crops in the fall... next spring... and so on.

▶ Sudden sentimental revisiting of the past

Razzy is poisoning me with his cotton weed, and the *Intervention*.

I agree, sub-optimal experience is a sub-optimal experience.

I think people who use a non-full-range (less than 32) portrait set face a fine. Then give the fine back to them, so that they can commission a full-range portrait set to artists. /j

I wondered what's inside the letter, but it keeps saying only 'the history of shadow mans'(something like that)

Did he receive a love letter from the shadow man??

idk :3

<- Yes, I dug in, to pay a tribute to you.

↑ Razzy is abandoning me because it's closing time.

-> I gave the Fuzzy Feelings to Jas, just out of curious. And Jas was averse to it. I wonder whose feelings they are -his or mine?

I did nothing at that time(including forbidden magical cheats) but he accused me.

So I added a lore since the Fall Y1: when I'm sad, it rains.

(Actually, I wanted to watch the next story, but I was awfully busy and bit sad that time. So, I made it rain every day during the fall to skip the dull watering process. I've worked hard, so I feel entitled to use cheats legally.)

<- I don't have any other friends besides you, because I spend all my time meeting you and watering crops(this is also because of you).

-> And it seems you also don't have even a single one besides me.

<- This is almost Fall now, but I forgor. Razzy, why do you love the Bundle so badly??

-> Let me just pass though the passage...

He has a strange habit:

putting my lost and found items in my bathroom

Do you like my bathroom that much

I agree; my bathroom is quite awesome

tbh, I just... don't(??)

That time, I couldn't sleep a wink approximately 36h or so.

Don't worry. I can't help you to sleep, but at least I'm with you.

the sudden emotional assertion through unofficial pseudo *confession*

I was confused like:

Why? are you confessing?? to me?? who met just half a year??? It would feel like 'a second' compared to the time you've been living????? ↓ Were you actually this kind of person

Anyway I'll accept this

-

Thank you, Tumblr

Now I can lay down and rest instead of posting silly things on SNS

#einternal: some silly in-game moments #stardew valley #Romanceable Rasmodius redux revamped

[visionkept]

SERIOUS TALK. I'm heavily considering moving this account to a new one. This one is getting really cluttered between the awful tumblr changes not remembering my tags, not being able to find headcanons, old asks & threads accumulating, in general is a mess. Not only that but things as general graphics and aesthetics feel very outdated. Being pretty honest, Tomoya was supposed to be a "TEMPORARY BLOG" while I took a break from my previous main muse. That's why I didn't even bother to make pretty fancy tags, pages or really elaborated graphics. I didn't expect to get attached to them, surprised myself with the bonds they have created too ! Plus, I think I have grasped by now the direction of this muse, builded up a story I still have to talk about and AUs set that I sure do love exploring. So as soon as this semester is over, I'll start preparing a new blog to move this one and have a fresh start. Here comes a to do list for myself on what I should prepare before moving this account though. Will be done in the shadows as I continue using this one for the time being.

Look for a new URL ! If possible one that matches the spring aesthetic I want to give off. If not, one about fate / destiny or lighting / thunderstorms will do.

Make a new rules page and be more precise in the unfollowing / following section as well as some things I want to prevent while plotting and shipping with others.

Use a new formatting that uses purples and reds ! C'mon Berry, use to your advantage the new formatting options.

Make that mains / bonds page. But make it extra special by adding drawn chibis of Tomo's bonds: Chihiro, Tem, Satoru, Kaeya ( aka. I gotta start doodling them ).

GRAPHICS with a new aesthetic ! Mobile header, dash icon, not doing a theme this time tho, a header for asks and threads even. But especially a new icon border cause I hate the current one so much.

Draw. yourself. new. Tomo. chibis. berry.

Remake Tomo's dish.

New tags, with quotes this time.

BERRY, DROP THE TOMO LORE ALREADY. Glad it's all in your silly little brain but damn girl, get it together cause that new blog gotta have an ABOUT PAGE with Tomo's CHARACTER STORIES.

Also gotta work in an AU PAGE explaining the most important points about the following AUS ( besides those I have in that page already ) : modern, knight, star rail ( the two versions ), archon, stardew valley, spiderverse.

Yes, as you see I got A LOT to do but I'll take my time. Will be striking the things i manage to do in the shadows these weeks. Meanwhile this blog is still running like always ( aka. spotty activity but somehow here ❤ ).

NOTE: plot important asks as well as threads will be continued and answered in the new blog in case I don't answer those by the time the new account is ready.

#i'll be so damn bitter if i do all of that and somehow natland is so bad that i end up leaving ASJKDH heLP. but one gotta stay positive #︾╼╼ █ █ ║˚ ▹ BERRY SPEAKS.▕🗲 #PSA. #for me kinda #i'm tired but i might send some silly lil asks to some of toto's bonds in the meantime hehe #shows u my dead npc: WOULD. A COWARD HAVE THIS? #anways- on another note: i FCKING LOVE FURINA.

[beantothemax]

“ROI! WATCH YOUR LEFT!”

A knife soared through the air, piercing a looming Shadow in the neck, disintegrating it. Roi stepped back, closing his eyes and summoning an inner strength. Warmth spread through his fingers as he summoned a beam of light, targeting all of the surrounding Shadows and sending them running, stumbling around blindly.

“Am I going crazy, or are they getting stronger? The Shadows, I mean,” Ritsu leaned on his sword, chest heaving. There was a thin line of blood on his cheek, which he seemed to be ignoring.

Kaldena glanced around them, checking for more Shadows. “You’re not crazy. They have been growing in power. ...I fear soon we won’t be able to hold them back. We have to return the dawn soon, whatever it takes.”

Pirro shot her a look. “When the one who wanted the eternal night says we need to bring back the dawn, you know it’s bad,” he commented, and recieved a kick to the shin. “Ow-! Watch it, you’re wearing armoured boots!”

Roi looked around. “...Where’s Tanzy and Trousseau?”

Kaldena straightened, ignoring Pirro’s scathing remarks. “They went to search for food. ...They should be back by now...”

As if on cue, the two appeared beside the group. Trousseau’s apothecary bag was full of different plants, while Tanzy was using her top skirt as a makeshift basket to hold berries and other fruits. “We found food!” She declared, a bright smile on her face. Trousseau grinned. “And I made sure they were all safe to eat beforehand.”

Everyone said a word of thanks to the duo as they made their way back to their little campsite on the Eastern Cropdale Trail. Soon they would head into the village (if the Shadows didn’t attack again before then) to try and restock on provisions and sleep on real beds before tracking down the travellers.

“If push comes to shove,” said Ritsu after swallowing his food, “we can just relight the Flames ourselves. Tanzy counts as a scholar, right?”

Tanzy nodded. “I have been professionally taught the ways of magic, yes. By all accounts, I would be a scholar.”

“We’d need Ori’s help,” Kaldena added. “But she’s in Cropdale as we speak, so we may be able to recruit her before she leaves if we hurry.”

“Wait, wouldn’t Tanzy count as the dancer?” Roi asked.

Trousseau shrugged. “Maybe both will count. If not, then...”

“...I would count for the dancer,” Kaldena said quietly. “I made a living for a while as a dancer, before I joined the Sacred Guard. Ritsu would be the warrior. Roi would obviously be the cleric, as Pirro would be the thief.”

“So then, why would we even waste time with the travellers when we could just relight the Flames ourselves?” Trousseau asked.

“Wait. We’d need Petrichore’s help, too. We need a hunter,” Roi interjected.

“Shit, you’re right... Do we know where she is?” Ritsu asked, and Tanzy nodded. “Yes. She’s in Wellgrove, helping tend to the Shadow problem there. First, though, let’s focus on Ori. Then we can get Petrichore, and go relight the Flames.”

With that happy plan in mind, they all retired for the night, Ritsu and Kaldena staying up to take the first watch.

MAV IM RUNNING LAPS AROUND YOU AND SHAKING YOU VIOLENTLY AND THROWING MYSELF INTO A TAR PIT AND

I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE THESE SILLIES INTERACTING!!!!!!!!!!! I LOCE THE LIL BANTER AS THEY FIND OUT THEY PRACTICALLY MEET THE OCTOPATH CLASS REQUIREMENTS!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS AU SOSOSO MUCH ALREADY AAAAAAAAAAAAAA THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS I WANT TO SAY ABOUT THIS

#asks #bewilderedgrace #survivor au #inbox fic

[dxvilmanlev]

heyy!!! congrats on 100!! can u do crew/friends betting that luffy and reader get together? thank you!

Yes of course! and Thank you!! <3

Bets

Luffy x gn Reader

Summary: The straw hats bet on luffys love life

SFW

Word Count: 967

You and Luffy were close, ever since you joined the crew you two hung around together. Playing games together, fishing together, and just joking around.

The rest of the crew saw how close you two were getting, they saw the way you found your way into Luffy's bed to cuddle on nights that were storming, or the way Luffy would share small bits of food with you. He treated you just slightly differently than anyone else.

So Nami gathered the rest of the crew while Luffy and y/n were asleep. Planning on gambling on their captains love life.

“So how long before they finally realize they like each other.” Nami asked, smirking.

“Well I've noticed that y/n and Luffy have officially moved into the same room. So who's to say they are already dating.” Robin mentioned.

“They are pretty oblivious though, so they could just not know.” Zoro butted in.

“Well I’m sure y/n would at least be able to acknowledge it.” Usopp said in your defense.

“Usopp's right, but would they be too scared to get rejected by our captain?” Nami asked, worried about that outcome.

The rest of the crew sat out of the conversation and voted in which of the choices could be. Franky, Brook and Sanji sided with Robin, Chopper agreed with Usopp, and worried about what Nami had said.

“Alright deal!” They all said in unison, betting a large amount of berries.

It’s been a few days and the crew have been all keeping an eye on you two, looking for signs to back up their side of the bet.

You started to notice, so once you knew you were alone with Luffy, which was right before you two went to bed. You decided to bring it up.

“The crew have been staring at us every time we are together.” You mentioned to Luffy, cuddled up against his chest.

“Yeah, They’re just being silly.” Luffy giggled.

“When do you plan on telling them?” You asked, smiling at your captain's playfulness.

“Some of them already know, maybe we just have to give the rest of them more hints.” He gave you a big smile.

You laughed, looking up at Luffy and kissing cheek. He turned to give you a soft kiss. Laying your head back down on his chest and listening to his heartbeat as you two fell asleep.

Unbeknownst to you, Robin was right outside the door listening to the whole thing. So she gathered Franky and Brook to a meeting to let them know.

“We will totally be winning this bet. AOW!” Franky cheered.

“Yohohoho, I agree.” Brook said.

“We have proof, so we just have to wait on them.” Sanji added.

Across the deck, Nami, Zoro Chopper and Usopp were watching, though they couldn’t hear a thing.

“So, what do you think they’re planning?” Usopp asks.

“Probably trying to find a way to cheat.” Zoro grumbled.

“No, they know something we don’t.” Nami butted in.

“Do you think they’re right?” Chopper asked.

“No, even if there is a chance Usopp is right that y/n confessing could be scary.” Zoro added.

“I don’t wanna think about that outcome.” Usopp and Chopper whined.

“All we can do is keep an eye on them, so let's go rest for tomorrow.” Nami said, walking to her room. The rest agreed and all went to their rooms.

The next morning you woke up, Luffy was getting dressed, and fixing his straw hat. You just laid there admiring your captain.

“Did I wake you?” Luffy asked.

You shook your head muttering a small ‘no’, sighing softly, before sitting up.

“You’re so handsome.” You told him.

He blushed, liking the compliments you always give him.

“And you’re so beautiful.” He says, walking towards you.

He gives you a soft peck on the lips, smiling at you.

“I think todays the day.” Luffy tells you.

You know exactly what he means, giving him a nod and smiling at him. You get up and get dressed as he goes out to see if breakfast is done. You follow shortly behind, walking to the kitchen, to meet up with the rest of the crew.

Sitting next to Luffy like always, he intertwined your fingers with him, under the table. You blushed at the action, thanking Sanji as he set your plate down and giving you one of his daily compliments.

After breakfast, the crew all relaxed as the seas were nice today as they sailed to the next island. You, Luffy, Usopp and Chopper all played like usual. After playing for a bit you all calmed down, Usopp and Chopper decided to go fishing, and Luffy decided to drag you to the end of the ship.

Reaching his destination, he turned to hug you. Kissing you softly, and looking at you, you could see the love he had for you in the way his eyes looked at you.

“Should we just tell them?” You asked quietly.

“I want them to figure it out, it's fun this way.” He giggled.

“So you two are dating!?” Nami yelled. Catching the attention of the rest of the crew.

“So you finally caught us.” Luffy laughed. As the rest of the crew showed up.

“So Robin was right?” Zoro questioned.

“Ha ha, yup.” Luffy smiled.

“I’m so glad they were right.” Chopper cried, running up to hug you.

You just giggled at Chopper's behavior, patting his head to calm the doctor.

“I’m now glad we don’t have to hide it.” Luffy giggles.

“Me too.” You smile.

Later that day the bet was settled, Robin, Franky, Sanji and Brook had won. Luffy didn’t mind his crew betting, because at least they were having fun, and now he gets to show you how much loves whenever he wants, in his extravagant ways.

I had so much fun writing this

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x gn reader #mokey d. luffy #luffy #luffy x gn reader #luffy x reader #roronoa zoro #nico robin #nami #usopp #tony tony chopper #franky #soul king brook #vinsmoke sanji #lev’s writings🤍

[elius-learns-to-write]

Dr Dolittle

FIRST FIC OF THE WEEK BESTIESSSSSS, I hope your Monday was absolutely splendid and if it wasn’t then treat yourself to an episode of something, a book perhaps or maybe a nice hot drink. Anyway enjoy this I know I enjoyed writing it. (also I couldn’t remember if Alpine was a boy or a girl so I went with boy). Love you all <3

You are gifted Bestie 

No literally you have the ability to talk to animals 

Being born with this power made sure your childhood was never lonely

The pebble launched across the playground as you kicked it as hard as you could. You didn’t have many friends, not because you weren’t liked, it was just that you tended to keep to yourself. So instead of playing stuck in the mud or whatever game of house the other kids had come up with you decided that kicking rocks was more fun. “What are you doing” squawked a voice, lifting your eyes up to see if you could see which one of your classmates had asked you the question, all you were greeted by was the distant squeals of children and the rock you had been about to kick. “Down here” the voice called again. Head drifting downwards you spotted a little caterpillar on one of the daisies that had popped up the week before, putting your hand out your eyes grew to be the size of flying saucers as the little creature made its way onto your hand. “Did you just speak?” you whispered in awe, gently plopping your 6 year old body onto the floor, as much as you were hoping for a reply even at 6 years old you felt a bit silly asking a caterpillar if it had been the one that asked you the question. “Yes but I’ll ask again anyway, what are you doing?”.

The caterpillar had been called Dot 

Dot hadn’t stayed very long, you were inseparable at school for about 2 weeks before they told you that they would have to go for a little while 

Sooner than you could say wow look at these daisies, Dot returned as a beautiful butterfly

And even into your teenage years you would wonder what Dot did after their transformation

Whether it was the crow that perched on the old oak tree at the start of the forest trail teaching you what berries to eat at what time of year

“No that bush to your right. RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT!” Rory squawked into your ear as you stood on an old rotting tree stumps trying to get to the berries he had instructed you to share with him. “I am trying, these logs are going to break and it’s not my fault I don’t know my left from right” you giggled, finally reaching the burning red treasures. “Silly little human” Rory muttered (well I say Muttered it was more of a shouty squawk) “silly little bird” you giggled back, hopping off the log and skipping back down the track.

Or the wise old owl who liked to tell you stories

Taking you to far off kingdoms through the magical travel of words

“And so me and Bettie flew all the way back home, love fresh in our hearts and knowledge ripe in our minds” Mary spoke, her heart warming story fluttering down to you almost as soft as her stray feathers did. You loved when she told these stories, she had a way with words that even Van Gogh wouldn’t be able to live up to the paintings she created in your mind's eye. “Tell me another one Mary, you know how much I love them” she smiled as much as an owl good and ruffled her feathers “one more child, just one”. It was never just one.

You loved it all 

So when you first met your dad Sergeant James Barnes and he asked you if you liked animals you must of talked for hours

“You have no idea” you chuckled nervously, scratching the back of your neck in an attempt to hide the nervous blush that had been covering your face since he revealed who he was. “Try me, what do you like about them” he beamed a bright smile, not the kind of smile people use to make others feel more comfortable but the type that met the eyes and made them look 10 years younger. “Okay so you know that feeling that you get when you have just woken up from a dream where you were best friends with someone even though in real life they don’t even exist?” waving your hands around animatedly like those blow up noodle men you get outside a car sales place “I can’t say I do” he replied, smiling even wider at the realisation that whatever shell you had once been wearing had finally been broken away. “Well anyway that’s what I feel every time I see a puppy trying to play catch with a stick 10 sizes too big or when a robin decides that flying beside me as I walk is better than whatever dish the forest has to offer”.

You went on and on in your explanation until he had to go back to the tower

Adding in random facts about every creature, flower, weed, leaf and rock you could

If that’s what you were like when he asked you about it 

Imagine your delight when he told you he had a cat named Alpine

And after you moved into the tower

You instantly bonded with the feline

Sharing facts and gossip about the other occupants 

“Nooooooo really?” you laughed as Alpine told you the most recent late night adventure he had caught Tony on, “yep and then when he went to close the dishwasher he lent on the top rack and it felt out, all the cups went everywhere”. 

You made sure to take a look at the security cameras and bully Tony

“Psst Alpine” you nudged the white cat as you paused The house Wives of Beverly Hills, to spill the dirt you had on vision and Wanda. “Okay fine I guess I won’t tell you what our resident toaster and wiggly woo got up too last night” you crossed your arms tight across your chest pouting at the screen until a white ball of fur jumped onto your chest nudging at your arms, eager for the news. “Fine, they came home last night from a movie night and long story short they confessed their feeling to each other over late night pancakes” you squealed rubbing your furry friend behind his ears. “EEEEEEEEK”.

As much as your dad wanted to pretend that he was jealous over how much time HIS cat spent with you 

His millions of blurry and oddly angled pictures that filled his camera roll would say otherwise

You loved animals 

You loved nature

And you loved Alpine 

You had everything you could ever want

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[sunflowervolvimp3]

garden (koh!harry)

Warnings: language

Pairing: king of hell!Harry x angel!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: alright so!! this is an au a friend of mine and I thought of a couple years ago!! basically it’s demon!harry and angel!reader but with the added spice of harry being the king of hell!! the premise for this au is that it’ll kind of be an ongoing series/universe, like the hades!harry au!! so that means I’ll be posting a series of one shots and concepts in a non-chronological order, meaning that each one shot takes place in a different time and in a different order!! I’m really excited to write a series like this, in addition to the long stand-alone fics I do, and I really really hope you guys like it!! the last time I did a shorter one shot, it didn’t really get any feedback, and I thought longer stand-alone fics were the way to go, but I do really miss this format!! so. please. if you like it!! reblog it!! let me know you like it!! and let me know what questions you have about this au!! any concept or blurb ideas or thoughts you have!! I’m very excited for it and I hope you guys are too <3 also I originally wrote this au on my marvel blog last year, and have reworked and revamped it, so if it looks familiar, or sounds familiar, I promise I haven’t plagiarized lmao that was me!!

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When Y/N wakes up, the room is dark.

This, Y/N has come to realize, is normal, considering that the chambers she sleeps in have no windows. While this fact would normally have troubled her, she’s made her peace with it.  After all, what is there to see?  The palace, located in the center of hell, is surrounded by the flames of the underworld and the souls of the damned, and while neither of those things are a welcoming sight in the morning, they’re especially unwelcome for an angel such as herself.  It had taken her so long to adjust to the obsidian stone walls around her, the heavy black and red velvet drapes that lined the frame of her bed, and the smell of sulfur that lingered in the air, even after she had placed herbs and flowers to burn in the fireplace and create a sweet smoke in the air.  Truth be told, Y/N still wasn’t completely adjusted to the atmosphere around her, but this, too, doesn’t surprise her.  An angel could never truly adjust to being in hell.

A rustling in the bed next to her pulls Y/N from her thoughts, and she lets her gaze shift to the muscled body nestled in the sheets next to her.  This, she thinks, is another thing she may never get used to, even though it sparks a burning desire deep within her.  While the king of hell may have once frightened you, the sight of him lying next to her brings a feeling of comfort to her, and Y/N allows herself a moment to admire the rarely relaxed state Harry is currently in.  His curls, which are normally carefully styled beneath his crown, are tousled from sleep, falling into his face in an endearing way. His face itself is relaxed, the hard creases from the scowl that’s usually permanently etched into his features all but disappeared.  The demon is normally a fearsome thing to behold, his power at the forefront of every one of his movements, but seeing him like this…these are some of Y/N’s favourite times.

Thinking him still asleep, Y/N carefully pushes his mussed curls back from his face, her fingers tracing down the line of his jaw.  She can feel the stubble that’s unperceivable in the dark, and a soft sigh falls from her lips as she enjoys the rough sensation against her delicate fingers.

“Why are you awake, angel?” Harry’s low voice rumbles deep from his chest, raspy from lack of use.  Although his eyes remain closed, his face half pressed into his pillow, Y/N watches him adjust himself in the bed.

“I don’t know.” She whispers back, laying her head back on her own pillow, her gaze still on his body. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“S’alright.” Harry gives a small sigh, opening his eyes just barely. “I was just resting.  I’m fine.”

Yes, Y/N thinks, that’s another thing she isn’t quite used to.  While her body functions like that of a human, needing sleep every night, breathing oxygen into her lungs, a heart pumping blood through her veins…. Harry doesn’t.  It’s rare he sleeps, and even when he does, it’s never for more than a few hours.  He had explained to Y/N once how his heart beat so slowly when he was created, and how it stopped completely when he reached full maturity.  Although Y/N can see the faint blueish outlines of veins beneath his tattooed skin, she’s not exactly sure what runs through them.  Blood seems too common for a being like him.  And if he was ever to get hurt, Y/N’s quite certain that he wouldn’t bleed like she would.

The sensation of Harry beginning to play with her hair pulls Y/N from her thoughts. “Why are you awake, hm?” He keeps his voice low, his tone gentle.  He’s gotten better at speaking softly for her. “What’s troubling that pretty mind of yours, angel?”

Y/N half shrugs as best she can while laying down. “Nothing.  Just…thinking, I suppose.”

Harry quirks up an eyebrow. “Thinking?  About what?”

The words hesitate at the edge of Y/N’s mouth before spilling out. “How…I don’t really belong here.”

A deep hum echoes from Harry’s chest as his deep green eyes close again. “’F course you belong here, love. Don’t be silly.”

“I don’t belong here.” Y/N repeats the phrase insistently, her eyes glued to the way his jaw tenses as she says it. “I…I’m not from here.”

“Doesn’t mean you don’t belong.” Harry counters, eyes opening once again.  They’re darker now, and Y/N can see the stubbornness swirling within them. “I’m the king.  I want you here.  That means you belong.”

Y/N chews on her bottom lip, contemplating the best way to explain herself. “I just…I miss it.” She says finally, her voice small as it slips into the space between them.

Harry’s pink lips pull down into a frown. “Miss what?”

Fingers twisting together, Y/N pauses before answering Harry’s inquiry. “Above.”

“Oh, angel…” Harry sighs again as he shifts his position, pulling her into his marked chest.  His strong hands find her back in the darkness, stroking up and down over her cotton nightgown in a soothing manner. “What’s there to miss?  Angry people rushing around all the time, destroying their own planet?  Destroying themselves along with it?  No, you’re much better off down here, with me.”

“There’s plenty to miss.” Y/N counters, pressing her ear into his chest to be greeted with the familiar sound of silence. “The smell of rain, sunshine, flowers growing, birdsongs…” She sighs as she trails off. “And I like people, you know that.  They may destroy things, but down here…you destroy things too.”

“Only things that need to be.” Harry argues, his fingers continuing his tracings across her back, barely brushing over the two ridges between her shoulder blades where her wings usually sit. “Souls that deserve punishment, or souls that sold themselves to me.  It’s part of the deal, angel.”

“I miss my garden.” Y/N’s voice is barely audible as she grazes her finger over his pentagram necklace. “My rose bushes, my sunflowers…I used to grow berries, too.  Strawberries, blueberries…I would make delicious pies and scones…”

“If you truly desire those things,” Harry murmurs slowly, carefully measuring his words. “Then I can get them for you.  I can send a demon to the surface for the fruits, and all the ingredients you would need to bake.  I’m sure anything you create would taste…” The growing smirk is practically audible in his voice. “Sweet.”

Despite the light warmth that flushes her cheeks, Y/N shakes her head against his chest. “It’s not the same.” She sighs. “I miss the breeze.  I miss the ocean.  I used to run to the edge of the surf to dip my toes in the water…and I loved going to the beach at night.  On clear nights, the moon would reflect on the water like a mirror, two glowing spheres, watching over me…”

“Are you not happy here?” Harry’s voice turns gruffer as he registers the longing in her voice. “You know why going to the surface is dangerous.  The angels—”

“Would try to take me back. I know.  And I don’t want to go back.” Y/N rubs her hand over Harry’s tensed muscles, trying to soothe him back into a relaxed position. “I just miss it. Isn’t there anything you miss? Anything that causes an ache in you, deep in your chest?” She presses her palm over his stilled heart to emphasize her words.

Harry softens at her touch, relaxing back into the sheets once more. “The only absence that could ever make me ache is yours.” He kisses the top of her head, an action so tender that Y/N almost forgets he’s a demon. “Sleep, angel.  Dwelling on these matters will only cause you pain.”

Y/N kisses his collarbones chastely, the curves fitting easily underneath her lips, before settling herself back down and closing her eyes.  Although breathing isn’t necessary for Harry, the familiar action soothes her as she listens to his breaths, the sound acting as her own personal ocean as she drifts to sleep.

…

The bed is cold when Y/N wakes up again the next morning, a sign that Harry has been long gone.  Given his strange sleep schedule, this isn’t unusual. What is unusual, however, is the carefully folded note sitting on his carefully fluffed pillow.  Y/N’s name is on the top of the note, scribbled in Harry’s messy penmanship.  Y/N rubs the sleep from her eyes as she picks up the rough paper, a shiver rolling through her as she brings it to her nose.  Although there’s the now familiar burn of sulphur initially, underneath sits Harry’s musky cologne, and the faint scent of it is enough to drive her mad.

Before she allows herself to get worked up any more, Y/N carefully unfolds the note, finding more of Harry’s writing on the inside.

Breakfast will be outside today, on the palace grounds.

Y/N frowns in confusion as she reads over the words repeatedly, trying to make sense of them. Harry knows that she hates going outside the palace walls, much preferring to spend her time inside the safety of the obsidian stone structure.  Between the anguished sounds of the damned, the burning smell of sulfur, the agonizing heat…Y/N typically avoids the depressing area.  However, Y/N has always had a natural curiosity to her, ever since she was created, and she knows that Harry is aware of that, which is why she finds herself making her way to the palace grounds as soon as she’s dressed. Although the idea of going outside leaves a pit in her stomach, she can’t help but wonder what would bring Harry to want to have breakfast outside.  And, moreover, Y/N trusts Harry.  Despite every one of her natural instincts telling her that a demon is dangerous, and the king of demons is even more so, Harry’s proven to her that he wouldn’t put her in harm’s way.

When Y/N reaches the palace doors, Harry is already waiting there, his arms clasped behind his back. He’s dressed in his usual attire of a suit, but this one is one of Y/N’s favourites.  The black fabric is trimmed with red, and a pattern of intricate red and gold stitches decorates the body of the jacket.  The pants are tailored to match, fitting his legs perfectly enough that they just brush the top of his black heeled boots.  As Y/N’s eyes trail back up, she registers his usual rings on his hands—the silver skull, the ruby, the silver band, the onyx stone—as well as notes that his fingernails have freshly been painted black.  His pentagram necklace, she knows, is carefully tucked under his shirt, hidden away between the black fabric and his tattooed chest.  There’s a slight smile on his lips as he watches her walk towards him, and a satisfied expression glimmers in his dark green eyes.  As he turns his head to the side to regard her, the gold and ruby crown that sits atop his perfectly styled curls catches the low light of the lit sconces around them.

As soon as Y/N is within his reach, Harry extends a ringed hand. “Good morning, angel.” He pulls her close to him, pressing her into his chest. “You look beautiful.”

Although enduring his compliments have become the usual, Y/N still hasn’t quite gotten used to them, and a light blush grows over her cheeks. Despite the embarrassment, Y/N’s glad that his words haven’t triggered the angelic blue light that sometimes radiates from her eyes when she feels something intensely (it had happened once a few weeks ago, and the smug look on Harry’s face had made Y/N swear to herself that she wouldn’t let it happen again). “Thank you, my king.” She holds up the note curiously, gauging the expression on his face. “What’s this?”

“I have a surprise for you.” Harry lowers his voice as he leans down to brush his lips over Y/N’s ear, speaking so only she can hear his throaty words. “And I really think you’ll love it.”

His tone of voice coupled with his breath on her ear makes Y/N shiver involuntarily. “O-okay.”

Judging by the smirk on Harry’s face, Y/N can tell that her reaction hasn’t gone unnoticed. “Come, angel.” Harry tugs lightly on Y/N’s hand as his smirk transforms itself into a more tender grin. “I have something to show you.”

Y/N’s curiosity is what allows her to allow Harry to push the front doors of the palace open and lead her outside.  As expected, the moment Y/N steps into the muggy air of hell, her discomfort starts. Each breath seems to catch in her throat, and the very air around them feels as if it’s clinging to her skin, burrowing deep into her pores to start a slow burn.  A small sound of discomfort escapes Y/N’s throat against her will, catching Harry’s attention immediately.

“You’re alright, angel.” He assures her instantly, squeezing her warm hand with his own icy fingers. “Come.”

Y/N continues to allow herself to be led by Harry, all of her steps falling slightly behind his own. After a few more minutes pass, she’s about to speak again to ask what exactly is so important for her to see, until she senses a change in the air.  The more they walk, the more the burning smell of sulphur disappears from her senses. With relief finally on the horizon, Y/N’s pace finally speed up until she falls into step with Harry, her curiosity growing stronger as her discomfort slips away.

Harry squeezes her hand again, and the simple gesture is almost an encouragement as Y/N’s steps increase again.  She begins to pull him behind her, leading the way on instinct alone.  There’s an excitement in her curiosity and confusion, and Harry can feel it emanating from her as she gets closer and closer to his surprise.  It brings a smile to his face, seeing her like this.  Seeing her alive.  Seeing her bring life to a place meant for the damned.

When Y/N finally sees the source of the sweet smelling air, she stops in her tracks, her hand moving to clutch Harry’s arm in shock as her mouth falls open.  She gasps sharply, so in awe of what’s in front of her that the lack of pain from breathing hell’s hair doesn’t even register in her mind.  Her mind has no space for it.  All that she can think about is Harry behind her and the garden before her.

This is her surprise. A garden.  A real, living, almost seemingly breathing, garden.  At least, Y/N thinks it’s a garden.  The dry earth beneath her spreads into scorched grass that fades into a delightful green hue, so vibrant that Y/N almost thinks that each blade has been painted with the colour.  At the edge of the grass is a large hedge, at least three times as tall as Y/N and double as long.  The darker green leaves that make up the wall of nature are dotted with wildflowers, adding pops of white and yellow every few inches.  In the very center of the hedge is a large wooden door, built out of dark, sturdy wood studded with shining iron bolts.  Although there’s a large wrought-iron knocker in the center of the wood, there’s no handle, and fear of not being able to see inside the magnificent structure seizes Y/N’s body as she turns to look at Harry with questioning and concerned eyes.

Harry seems to read the question in Y/N’s eyes, and the demon steps forward in response. “Here.” He says, taking Y/N’s hand from his arm and pressing it to the door, his own hand cupped over hers protectively.  There’s a cadence to his voice that Y/N’s never heard before, and it takes her a moment to register it as excitement as he continues speaking. “It only opens to your touch.”

Y/N feels a shudder underneath her hand, almost as if the wood has registered that the palm pressed against it is her own.  The force keeping it closed suddenly fades away, and Y/N easily pushes the large door open to reveal the garden inside.  

The crisp and clear scent of fresh air hits Y/N first, almost bowling her over completely.  For the first time in a long time, she’s able to inhale deeply and freely, not worrying about what the air around her may do to her body.  The high hedge wall, along with the trees that create a canopy over the whole garden, seem to act like a barrier, blocking out the smells and sounds of hell. Y/N can smell various flowers and plants all around her, as well as the wonderfully earthy scent of dirt, and as she gazed around the natural enclosure, all she can hear is—

“Birds!” Y/N gasps in amazement as a small mockingbird lands on a tree branch, chirping happily.  Without tearing her gaze away from the small creature, she poses half a question to Harry. “How—?”

Harry, still standing at the edge of the garden after closing the door behind them, knows her question before she even finishes. “I created it for you last night.” He says simply, his green irises glued to her every movement. “After our discussion.”

Y/N turns in a slow circle as she does her best to take in every detail around her.  Birds, she realizes, aren’t the only creatures inside the haven; butterflies fly through the air, moving leisurely from flower to flower, and the chittering of squirrels scrambling up and down the trees mixed with the sounds of all the birds hidden in the leaves.  A rustling in the bushes catches Y/N’s attention, and she manages to catch a glimpse of the cotton tail of a bunny before it hides under the foliage. A small frown tugs on the corner of her lips as she wonders why the bunnies are hiding away—heavenly beings are usually beloved by any living creatures—but like before, Harry guesses her question before she can ask it.

“They, uh, they don’t like me.” He clears his throat halfway through his sentence, his eyes gauging her reaction to his words. “Living creatures aren’t very fond of demons.  Unlike your kind, we don’t smell like sunshine and cotton candy.”

Despite her delight in his gift, Y/N can’t help but roll her eyes a bit at his gentle ribbing. “I don’t smell like sunshine and cotton candy.” She says, reaching out a delicate finger to a butterfly floating near her.  The tiny creature lands on her finger easily, without hesitation, and Y/N notices how Harry doesn’t receive the same treatment from the other butterflies in the air.  In fact, now that she’s paying attention, she quickly realizes that every living being in the garden around them is steering clear of the king.  She can’t quite blame them, she thinks, her eyes flickering over Harry’s closed off posture, dark appearance, and powerful aura.  Everything about him radiates the energy of someone who is dangerous.  And yet, Y/N’s never felt safer in hell than she does in this moment.

At the thought of safety, a new fear crosses her mind “Are they safe here?” Y/N asks in a hushed voice. “The animals?  I don’t want them to get hurt, or…”

“This garden is its own ecosystem.” Harry finally makes his way away from the garden edge, taking Y/N’s hand in a reassuring manner.  The butterfly on her finger flutters away as he gets closer, but Y/N’s attention is once again focused on the feeling of Harry’s cool fingers on her flushed skin. “As long as they stay in here, they’re safe.  I swear it.” Harry says, sincerity clear in his voice.

Y/N’s heart pounds beneath her chest, every once of her senses alight as they bask in the fresh air around her. “Oh, Harry…” Her eyes widen again as she begins to catalogue all the varieties of plants growing around her.  Not only were there flowers galore—fragrant roses of all colours, sunflowers taller than her, fragrant lilies, vibrant tulips, bright daffodils—all of her favourites, she notes—but past a grove of trees is— “Are those berries?”

The dimples that Y/N so rarely sees in Harry’s cheeks appear as he smiles at her excitement. “Yes.” He leads her over, his own excitement growing with every step.  Y/N notices how he walks with care, making sure not to step on any flora with his heeled boots.  It’s strange, seeing the king of hell being so cautious, but she appreciates it nonetheless.

Harry points to the various bushes around them with a painted finger, naming them as he goes. “Strawberries, blueberries…everything you’ve missed.  There’s room for you to plant more, as well.  If you’d like.” He glances at her for a moment, an unreadable look in his deep green eyes before he turns back to the plants. “And I set up a few stone benches throughout the garden, so you can come sit here when you need a break.  There’s one under the willow tree, one by the rose bushes, and one by the—”

“The water.” Y/N whispers, voice barely audible.  If Harry was human, he wouldn’t be able to hear the quiet gasp leave her lips. “Harry…”

When Y/N’s hand slowly slips out of Harry’s to walk to the water feature at the edge of the garden, she feels as though she’s in a trance.  Perhaps it’s the water itself, she thinks, calling out to her to soak her hell-scorched skin within its cooling depths.  Somehow, Harry had managed to make a small waterfall flow down from the top of the hedge into a crystal clear pool, which babbled delightfully with the motion.  Although the pool isn’t large, it’s certainly big enough to swim in, and just the very thought of slipping into the water brings a feeling of relief to Y/N.  Peering over the edge, she can see a few fish swimming around in the crystal clear water, and a new feeling of gratefulness mixes with the previous.

So entranced in the small pond, Y/N doesn’t even realize that Harry has followed behind her, keeping his distance by a few feet so she can admire the water. “Do you like it?” He asks, the excitement in his voice seeping out in exchange for a nervous and unsure tone. “It’s not…done yet.  I just did it quickly, so it—I can still add more, or take out things you don’t like, or—”

“Harry.” Y/N turns to face him with tears in her eyes, a small shake of her head being the only action she’s capable of. “This is…wonderful.  I don’t know how to thank you…”

Harry’s own eyes grow softer as he notices the tears welled in Y/N’s lash line, reflecting the light that seems to emanate from her eyes. “You don’t need to thank me.” He keeps his voice low, as if he’s worried speaking loudly will break whatever it is that’s growing between them. “I…I want you to be happy here.  I want you to feel like…this is your home.”

“I do.” Y/N promises sincerely, taking both of his hands in hers as she speaks.  She kisses his knuckles, her warm lips a contrast against the cold metal and stones of his rings. “Thank you.  I truly mean it.  Thank you.”

A new look passes through Harry’s eyes, more unreadable than anything Y/N’s ever seen before.  His pink lips are just as much a mystery, no expression available on them as he pulls a hand from her grasp in order to cup her cheek.  Despite the callouses on his fingers, and the cool temperature of his skin, Y/N leans into his touch, pressing her cheek into his palm.

“You’re welcome.” Harry’s thumb brushes over Y/N’s cheek bone, and the motion is so delicate and tender that Y/N isn’t quite sure what to make of it. “You’re…you’re so very welcome.”

Although he’s giving a polite response to her thanks, Y/N can’t help but feel like something deeper sits underneath the simple phrase as Harry repeats it.  She’s welcome.  So very welcome.  But welcome where?  In this garden?  Into his life?  Into him? The very thought of a double meaning causes her heart to pound, and by the flicker in Harry’s eyes, she knows he can hear it.

The questions bubble to her lips, but catch themselves on the tip of her tongue as her eyes detect a movement in the corner of gaze.  The breeze around them (Y/N isn’t sure where the breeze is coming from, but she’s grateful for it nonetheless) move something she hadn’t noticed before.  All questions about Harry’s intention fade away as her eyes focus on the sturdy branch of an oak tree, and the carefully woven ropes and wooden seat that hang from it.  She drops his hands, stepping out of his grasp and towards the object of her attention. “Is that—is that a swing?”

A light chuckle rolls from Harry’s lips at the awe in her voice. “Yes.” He says, his amusement clear in the word. “Would you like me to push you?”

The offer is so casual, and yet, it brings a sudden shyness to Y/N’s reply. “Only if the king would like to.”

Harry bows his head, his crown sparkling atop his brown curls as he extends a hand. “It would be my honour, angel.”

Y/N matches his smile as she takes his hand once again.

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[siriusmydeer]

lavender and blueberries

luna lovegood x fem!reader

summary: you and luna bake together.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: mentions of anxiety, theres mentions of a knife cutting into dough, fluff !

note: request.

lavender.

the scent of lavender, it was prominent in the air. 

the faint, feminine scent of hers lingered in the air while you admired idly.

the elegant glow of sapphire and lilac of her aura was gleaming, almost radiating off of her body as she prepared away. the spirituality of her graceful essence was almost intoxicating on how ethereal it was.

on how ethereal she was.

she gleamed in your direction, a small twinkle in her cerulean irises, a dreamy smile illustrious on her shell-pink lips, the glossed over effect present on her lips with a strawberry gloss she had borrowed from you a few months prior.

yet, you would give her everything if you were capable of doing so. 

from anywhere you were, you could smell the tinges of lavender perfume in the ventilation, you could almost distinguish her sapphire and lilac aura around the walls of hogwarts when she was nowhere in sight, and most of all you could relish in the feeling of the smooth flavour of faux strawberry against your lips. 

the small touch of the pad of your finger against your pouted lips was an adamant reminder that you had been daydreaming of her. 

it was a peaceful thursday afternoon, to any other hogwarts student it was a day of anticipation and anxiety for the upcoming weekend so they could have a  lie in after a weeks of school work, the homework by their bed waiting till the last minute to be completed. but today for you and luna was blueberry pie day.

every day of the week was exceptional, like a little sticky note with reminders on what was to happen that day to make it more exclusive then the day previously.

monday’s were for thestrals, one of the most important days of the week for you, and her appreciation for you only bloomed extensively as you accompanied her in things you weren't able to identify, only visualize from her soft spoken descriptions . tuesdays were for cleansing, the idea notable in her tranquil mind to double check there weren’t any nargles floating around her or her friends. wednesday’s were for herbology with neville, anything to do with plants it was significant for her to take care of the blossoming viridescent plants. and thursday’s of course, were for baking.

and so forth, every week had its own specialized day since the pair of you had begun your relationship after distinguishing the feelings mutual for each other had no longer remained platonic. 

the platinum swish of her tresses as she bobbed her head from left to right brought your mind back to focus as your thoughts had been swirling in her idiosyncratic essence. “so, y/n, have you got all the ingredients?” she spoke in a dreamily, and mellow tone while glimpsing at the counter to the disorganized ingredients. it was unidentifiable as to which had been there and which had been missing. 

she spun around to face you, a permanent grin etched up in those desirous lips she had. a small giggle sliding off her tongue before sauntering closer to you while she had partaken notice to your distracted state. unknowing it had been because of her exceptionally alluring self. 

“yes, yes i have. sugar, cornstarch, salt, cinnamon, butter and pie crust?” your tone partially apprehensive in a jumble of disheveled letters whilst you hastily spoke, bringing your palm close to your viewpoint, your eyes adamantly squinting; while you attempted to read the ink streaked onto your palm, in a previous rush from completing homework you had scribbled everything onto your hand from the cook book that was placed sloppily onto the desk in your dormitory. 

“you didn’t have to write it on your hand, dear.” she giggled at your muddled speech after you had clearly stressed upon yourself, in an endeavour to console your tense state she grasped upon your wrist with her dainty fingers, pressing a small kiss to the flesh of your palm, before letting it fall to your waist, and grabbing a few measuring cups with her agile fingers.

she treated things ever so delicately like they had feelings or rather they must be treated with kindness, a prominent trait about the girl, while she was deep in thought of grabbing ingredients with delicacy she glimpsed upon the grey radio player that was sprawled hastily upon the counter.

she grasped onto the small muggle device before spinning the nob for a moment there was a moment of static before the first song began to play,

always be my baby - mariah carey.

“i’ve never heard this song before.” luna commented with a grin at you who had been already gaping upon her joyful figure, the process beginning as you filled a three/fourths ivory cup of granulated sugar and she made work on the cornstarch into a large bowl. 

the way she used her hands was elegant, intricate and tremendously patient, especially with you. she had the patience to await things, the patience to work without fail or absentminded rage, and the patience for creativity to flow her mind with spectacular ideas that not even rowema ravenclaw could ponder no matter how hard she pursued. 

first it was the flour, not without a couple spills from you of course, but ultimately you added the grains of ivory into the bowl. luna’s delicacy took leadership when handling the three tablespoons of cornstarch as well as one/fourths cup of salt. the way her cerulean irises were quaintly looking around was serene and tolerant, but the minute her irises were gazing into you could feel like millions of butterflies had unleashed in your belly, and swarmed around your abdomen ferociously. 

you noticed small things about her irises, the small rings of navy around her irises, the flecks of aquamarine spoke small words to you, because to love her you must hear when she had no words. the jumble of letters that were swirled in her irises full of love and adoration were enough to be heard, and that were only made to be spoken to you. the deep cyan ombré coating her outer pupil was like an art piece that adorned the hands of michelangelo with the finest oil paints he could scoundrel up from the nonpareil paint shops. 

her eyes were like the unrepeatable wings of an utterly divine butterfly. the small distinctive swirls of colour that blended with the fine lines between each other. luna could perceive the spaces between the small lines of life, that’s what made her so significant compared to others.

she had handled the blade with ease when carving small designs onto dough atop of the indigo blend of mashed berries and jam. as the remaining fifty minutes ticked she had clutched upon the planes of your hand feeling the smooth flesh collide against her own pallid skin, similar songs from the era playing when she spun you around in the small kitchen.

some house elves eyeing the sight of two girls dancing and chuckling at their silliness in kitchen. the small elves had smiled at the lovers they had dimly watched before returning to their tasks and minding their business to the work dumbledore had requested. 

the small vibrational bell rung like a minor siren through the small drums of your ears when the pie had completed baking in the oven, luna taking it upon herself to do things the ‘muggle way’ as you had taught her, her correct actions filling her with a small sensational buzz of elation when you sent a glimpse of pride in her direction. 

the things luna was willing to learn for you. 

she slipped off the pair of viridescent oven mitts, abandoning them to the side of the counter while the baked pastry was placed upon a trivet as it had cooled down from the searing heat it had radiated. 

the tinging aroma of lavender and blueberry throughly colliding into the air from the steaming condensation now filling the air as it dashed upon your nostrils all the way to the respire of your lungs.

a unique combination of such beguiling scents.

“pretty good, i think.” you chuckled while looking at the blonde, a smile still adamantly clear on her face while she pleasantly peered towards you; surveying your body language in delight before speaking.

“i think it’s excellent, love.”

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[the--highlanders]

Birdlike

The Doctor is stuck typing up notes. Jamie keeps him company.

on ao3.

If he closed his eyes and thought about it – really thought about it, deliberately, like he was trying to pull it into being in front of him – then he could believe he was somewhere else entirely. Alone, or very nearly, sat on a rock by the river, the sort of place where the water split around old stones and new trees. Each little stream taking its own path as it burbled and sloshed its way downhill. The feeling of the rock beneath his fingers was not so clear as the sound of water, but he could remember it well enough, bumps and pits smoothed over after a thousand years of rainfall, splodged here and there with lichen like some painter had taken a brush to it. And there was a bird, not too far away, pecking at the rock. Tap tap tap and then a pause as it tilted its head to consider whatever fragment of seed or berry it was struggling to pick up. Tap tap tap – pause. A curious little crow, or something very like it.

And then something whistled past overhead, something too loud and harsh and mechanical to be passed off as the wind, and the image was shattered. Sighing, he opened his eyes.

It was not a bad view, he supposed. The window was half-open, letting in that sound of running water – though he was not sat on a quiet Highland riverbank. Instead he was sprawled across a bed on his stomach, ten floors up in a two-room apartment on an alien planet. A noisy room, the people here called it, for being right by the aqueduct that kept the city supplied with water. They were not so keen on the noise. He didn’t mind it, himself. It reminded him a little of Edinburgh, or what little time he had spent there, and the constant white noise that filled the place. There it had been the bustle of the city, here it was running water. He had liked Edinburgh. He might have liked Glasgow, too, if they had been given a warmer reception there. But he had missed that riverbank.

He missed it still, and the little house he would walk there from. This apartment was surely half the size of the house, though it felt twice as large. Maybe because there were only half as many people in it. And he was perfectly happy to lounge about watching the place’s other inhabitant.

Tap tap tap – pause. A curious little bird, pecking away at something, just as in Jamie’s imagination. But this little bird was pecking at a keyboard, not a scrap of food, and he was rather more human-shaped than most birds. The Doctor was hunched over the desk crammed into the corner of the room, laboriously typing away. Occasionally he paused to turn a page of the book he was reading from, or let out a disgruntled grumble, but he would always be back at it soon enough. Tap tap tap – pause, tap tap tap – pause, over and over again. Jamie knew perfectly well that he could type no faster himself, but something about the way the Doctor did it still seemed agonisingly slow.

Still, that just bought him more time to lie there and watch. The Doctor’s tongue was caught between his teeth, his eyes narrowed in concentration. Tap tap tap – pause, and then a longer pause this time, a sigh and a frantic bashing of one of the keys. Slowly but surely, half a line of text disappeared from the screen in front of him. Slumping back in his chair, the Doctor sighed again. “Quite why I can’t write this by hand, I don’t know,” he mumbled to himself, his voice too full of weariness to hold any real frustration. “They will insist on putting things through the system. If they want an official record of it -” He tapped at the book. “It’s all here.”

It was always hard to tell, Jamie thought, whether the Doctor was wanting a reply, or just chattering away to himself. It was usually safest to assume the latter. This time, though, he took a gamble on the former. “Why don’t ye take a break? They dinnae need it that soon.”

“Oh, I suppose so.” Throwing his arms up over his head, the Doctor rolled his shoulders and let out a long, deep breath. “But there’s only a few pages to go.”

He made no attempt to get out of his chair, and Jamie plonked his chin down onto the bed. Plans foiled, then. He had hoped that the Doctor might spend a little longer away from the book – that he might come and sit beside him, perhaps, or even just talk. In the depths of his wildest imagination, he had wondered if he might even have stood up and suggested that they leave the room altogether. But no such luck. “I’d offer tae help,” he said. “Only I dinnae think I’d do a good job.” He had done a little, early in the morning. It had taken him half an hour to get through one page – and it had taken the Doctor an hour to nitpick at everything he had written.

“Oh, nonsense.” The Doctor waved one hand dismissively. “You did a perfectly fine job.” Jamie snorted. “But I won’t bore you with it.” He tilted his head back, frowning when he saw Jamie lying on the bed. “Ah – what are you looking at?”

“Bit obvious, don’t ye think?” Heaving himself away from the blankets with a huff, Jamie propped himself up on his forearms. “I’m lookin’ at you.”

“Oh.” The Doctor glanced away again, looking for a moment as if he were about to go back to his typing, then swung his chair around to face Jamie fully. “You could get yourself a book, you know. Even go outside, if you wanted. I don’t mind.”

“I dinnae want tae leave ye here on your own,” Jamie protested. Silly thing to say, he scolded himself. Now it sounded like he didn’t trust the Doctor to mind himself without burning the building down. Not that he did trust the Doctor to keep out of trouble on his own, mind. Experience had taught him not to leave the Doctor alone for too long, or he was liable to go wandering off, no matter how many warnings he gave everyone else about staying put. But it was not what he had meant in that moment. “I like lookin’ at ye,” he added a little weakly.

A brief smile crossed the Doctor’s face, almost teasing, like he had been going to prod at Jamie a little but had decided against it. “Do you, now?” he said, eyes glinting – but with curiosity, it seemed, not mirth. “Why would you like a thing like that, hm?”

Jamie shrugged. “I’m in love with ye,” was all he said. He had said it often enough, over the past few weeks. Maybe too often, though the Doctor was kind enough that he never seemed to mind. But he had not said it so often that it had stopped sending a little thrill through him, like it was still something forbidden. He was breaking some sort of rule, surely, to be able to say it whenever he wanted, and have the Doctor’s cheeks dust themselves with orange, to have him open and close his mouth twice before he replied.

“You don’t have to say it,” he said at last, almost under his breath. “I do, ah – I do know.”

“Ye dinnae want me tae say it?”

“No!” The word came out rather forcefully, and the Doctor cleared his throat before carrying on. “Ah – if you want to say it, then please do continue saying it, Jamie. I certainly don’t have any qualms about it. But, ah – if you’re concerned I don’t know -”

“I’m no’,” Jamie interrupted. “I know ye know. I just like sayin’ it, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m – rather glad.” Leaning forward, the Doctor reached over to squeeze one of Jamie’s hands. For a brief, hopeful minute, Jamie wondered if he really was about to say oh, what’s the use, it can wait, set the thing aside and amble over and settle down on the bed. But that was wishful thinking, he knew, and sure enough the Doctor spun his chair back around to face the computer. “I won’t be long,” he said. “Just a few more pages. And then we can go out and explore the city, mm?”

“Aye, I’d like that.”

“Good.” Tap tap tap – pause. “Jamie?”

“Hm?”

“I, ah -” Another pause, but no tapping. The Doctor hung his head, like his expression was not already hidden. “I’m in love with you too, you know.” The words tumbled out all slurred together, half-muffled by being spoken into the desk, but they were clear enough to set Jamie’s heart pounding again.

“Aye,” he said. “I know.”

“Yes, well.” A shuffling of keyboard and book and mouse, like the Doctor did not quite know what to do with his hands. “Good.”

Still smiling to himself, Jamie rolled over onto his side, curling up with his knees almost against his chest. “I’m gonnae rest for a wee while, then.”

His eyes were already closed, but he knew from the creaking of the chair that the Doctor had turned around again. “You could sleep under the blankets, you know.”

“’m alright like this. I’m not gonnae sleep, anyway.”

“If you say so.”

There was quiet again, save for the water rushing past their window. It was a little faster now, the water maybe running a bit higher than it had been before. Like the riverbank after rain. The image was coming back to him. More water, tumbling faster, picking up gravel and small pebbles as it went, carrying them on further downstream. The rock beneath him was slick with water now, and he had picked his way over to it carefully from the muddy, footstep-worn path. But he was here, settled down securely, knees drawn up in front of him and arms hugged around them. Just looking out over the water, watching it flow by. The sky was still overcast, but the clouds were lightening and turning fluffy, a few weak patches of sunlight beginning to break through. And then there was a bird, sitting a little way away, pecking around for any scraps the rain had left behind.

It stopped, lifting its head to look at him. Something brushed over his hair, too firm in its touch to be the wind, but too light to entirely break him out of his imagination. “Sweet dreams, Jamie,” someone murmured. A moment of silence. Then – tap tap tap – pause, tap tap tap – pause, over and over again, the old familiar sound.

#second doctor #two/jamie #fanfic archive #my writing #HELLO yeah so this is a day late #i kind of forgot what day it was. like i knew it was sunday yesterday but also i forgot it was sunday #also i watched a documentary about the '45 then went into overdrive complaining about it for like 45 minutes and then collapsed into sleep #so yeah #anyway tis here now

[ecclais-fouoras]

Sometimes moving on is good

Chapter 10&11

(11&12 on wattpad)

Chapter 9 here

Somehow both of you had managed to get your vacation at the same time, and you were planning to surprise Diane with a trip during the two weeks off you both had.

She was collecting strawberries in her garden and you were watching her from the window like you usually did when she was out. This time you decided to have fun and go find her to help. It was the morning and your flight wasn't before the afternoon.

You dressed to go out and came out the house and behind her so you could surprise her with soft kisses.

Your hands pulled her hair to the side as you pressed your mouth against the back of her neck, moving further to her jawline nibbling her skin quietly as your hands caressed her sides greeting her by kneading both her breasts.

"Oh hello there...what are you doing ?" She playfully asked as she giggled.

"Well I Wanted to meet my neighbor  have you seen her anywhere ?"

"Haha very funny...are you single by any chance ?"

"Yes I am, just don't tell my girlfriend I said that."

She set her box down before turning around and pointing at her house

"I think she lives here but most of the time she spends at her girlfriends house"

"Oh really ? Her partner must be a very nice person"

"Not really she's quite annoying I've heard"

You pretended to be offended for a second before replying.

"hah babe ! I am not annoying..."

She kissed the pout on your face and rested her arms around your shoulders to hold you while yours circled her waist. You both held each other for a few minutes, or was it hours ? Just enjoying the feeling of your bodies against each other, being close.

Her head resting against your neck as the sun was heating her skin keeping you in a warm embrace.

"Are you done with the strawberries ?"

"Almost why ?"

"I'll give you a hand so we can go home quicker"

"Okay we'll get started then"

"I will"

She bent down to pick up the box filled with the red fruit and you smacked her ass as she yelped, "hey !"

"Oops I thought there was a fly right there, wait here it is again" you said before slapping her again before grabbing her by the hips and pulling her close. She moaned at the feeling of your leg between hers.

"What is it about strawberries that gets you going like this y/n ?"

"I'm pretty sure it's not the strawberries."

"Well.. what Then ?"

"It's the paints"

She got up and began picking the berries up and placing them in her basket. You caressed her butt one last time before adding.

"Yeah...it's definitely the paints"

"Get to work y/n"

You took your own box and mimicked her movements. Filling your box up you picked one and brought it to your lips to have a bite.

"Hey put that down"

"Try me" you ate the fruit, moaning at the taste of it.

"You didn't even rince it, that's nasty"

"No it's not, besides you don't put any chemicals in this, it's good for my immune system"

"Yeah it'll be good when you have a little worm growing inside you, y/n"

"Whatever you say babe... At least

Come on and have a taste"

You picked one up again this time holding it between your teeth and moving your head closer to diane's, pausing in front of her lips, waiting for her to bite down on it.

"It's silly y/n"

"Mmf...comMfe..on" after some esitating she finally tasted the strawberry before you spit out the leaves and kissed her softly.

She giggled the sugary taste making your kiss more special.

"I'm really not going faster with you distracting me"

You got back to gardening, and once there was no more ready fruits you both went back to the house, hand in hand except for the recipient you held.

After some washing and tidying up you floped down on the couch her upper body resting on your lap as you massaged her temples with on hand and played with her hair with the other one.

"Baby ?"

"Mmm?" She groaned eyes still shut.

"Sit up please I gotta fetch something reel fast"

"Okay.." she sat up and waited as you disappeared to your office for a second.

You came back with your keys and put on your shoes at the bottom of the stairs.

"Can you grab your coat and put on your shoes again ?"

"Wh..wh..what's going on ?"

"Just trust me babe ?"

"..the things I do for you"

"Take your phone and keys too and meet me in the car baby"

"Wait...y/n !?? Where are we going ?!"

Chapter 11

WARNING ⚠️ SMUT (very slight mommy kink nothing too crazy)

You were both driving to the airport and you had managed to get her to bandage her eyes for the trip, after waiting at the airport you finally had hopped in the plane your baggages in the hold.

The flight was calm and Diane didn't complain about being blinded, your hand was on her thigh, keeping her grounded through contact.

When you were almost there you decided it would be too stupid not to let her see the landscape from up here especially since you weren't sure it would be this sunny when you left. So you tapped her shoulder before whispering in her here that you were going to take it off. She blinked a few times at the sudden light around her, she confusedly looked at you before you said

"I couldn't let you miss this"

Pointing out the small window as you were passing the few lakes and swamps surrounding the colorful fields.

"Oh good...this is beautiful y/n...where are we ?"

"..well this is...ouh you almost had me... nice try baby"

"I had to try"

"You'll find out soon we're almost here"

The rest of the time was calm between the few kisses you shared and the ones you pressed to her neck while your fingers rode up and down her thigh.

When the flight was over you got back your stuff and found the car you'd rented.

You took of her blindfold and she gasped

"Y/n are we in france ????!"

"Really ? What gave it away ? Let me guess the car's plate"

"Well there's an F and the shops have french names"

"Then Yes we are "

"I don't even know what to say y/n...i.. I'm..thank you I guess"

"No need to thank me..baby i wanted to take you on a trip so here we are. Don't get to comfortable cause we are driving for an hour an a half maybe"

"We ? Oh honey you are driving"

"How come ?!"

"It's your trip and I don't know where we're going"

"True"

After driving for around 1h15 you arrived where you were staying, it was a small farm that you had rented, away from the city but not to far so you'd still be able to go visit some stuff. It was a quiet place surrounded by fields and Forests.

"My god baby this place is Wonderful, how did you find this ?!"

"My grandma lives a few minutes away, I used to ride my bike here when I was 5."

She looked saddened all of the sudden for some reason and you couldn't help but hold her in your arms for a second before asking her what was wrong.

"..will you teach me ?..how to ride I mean"

You pulled back slightly raising your brows

"You don't need any help riding me ?...Oh you meant the bike"

"Yes I did you pervert...m..my mother never took the time to teach me"

"Well it'll be my pleasure, surely we can borrow my grandma's we hen we go there tomorrow"

"Wait...what ?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise so you wouldn't be anxious but your meeting my family tomorrow, we're having dinner at their house".

"Why didn't you tell me !? Y/n ! You know how I need to prepare for these...do they know how old I am ? What are they gonna think ?"

"Diane calm down baby..they know all that already they don't care as long as you make me happy and I love you...now let's put these inside I want to show you around before we settle in."

You both put your things inside the house and got ready for a small walk outside.

You went buy the animals that were there, a few goats, donkeys, horses and normand cows all enjoying their grass behind the wooden fence. She looked around eyes shining with amazement, feeding the animals and holding your hand as you went through the small paths protected by the leaves, the sun shining through them leaving dots of light on her face and her bare shoulders. You found a spot near a small fountain where you dipped your feets inside the cold Water, snuggled together while listening to the sounds of birds chirping and animals running though the trees. Your eyes Met each other and you were both driven by the desire to press your lips together, bodies tightly wrapped against each other, you started making on on the soft grass, the green plants tickling her ears as you started prepping up on your elbows on both sides.

Lips trailing downward to her neck, biting collarbones, hands running over her body, curves finding her hair to cup her cheek lovingly. Her breath getting shallower by each pressing of your lips, each touch of your fingers against her skin, eyes flying closed as she enjoyed the feeling of having you have her here.

The sun warming up her skin and water drowning out her sounds, little whimpers fell out of her mouth as you took your breast in one hand, lips starting their way down her body. Taking of her shirt and bra, leaving her chest available for your wet attacks, sucking her nipples as she moaned against you.

Your hands playing with each of her buds while you went down on her, she shivered in anticipation when she felt you take off her panties with your teeth, before she opened her legs welcoming you with her dripping pussy.

"So wet for me my baby"

".. please...I'm close already"

You wasted no time devouring her, between the soft licks on her clit and the sweet sucking of her lips, you had her on the edge quickly, her hips grinding hard against your jaw, fist grabbing anything she could hold, the grass, your hair, her skirt.

"Does that fell good baby ?"

"Uh..uh B..BABE...Y/N I..I'm gonna cum ....AH.!!"

she came when you entered her with two fingers, curling them inside her clenching walls. Bending her back until she snapped shaking in your arms, Your teeth grazing the skin there, drinking up her juices.

You looked up and pulled her panties back on and her skirt back up before coming up and kissed her while whispering.

"I love you"

You walked back to the house after she regained some strength, settling your things in the room before fixing each other something to eat, after you were both finished you washed the dishes while she looked outside again, admiring the landscape.

"I'm done sweetie do you want to go in the jacuzzi ?"

"There's a jacuzzi ?"

"Well it's a hot tub, outside but still"

"Baby i don't have any swimsuit"

"That's a good thing I packed one for you then"

"Well in that case lead the way"

She put on the two piece you'd picked for her, it was a green color that complimented well her red hair, and hugged her curves perfectly. And you had your swim shorts with a bikini top.

"Baby you look so hot in this Diane"

"you know me well babe it's a nice color"

"Hop in then babe, the waters warm just how you like it"

You lented your hand to help her in and she settled herself on your lap, straddling your things.

"There was plenty of room not that I'm complaining but you didn't have to sit here"

"I can get off if you want"

"Well I'm not stopping you if you wanna get off on me like.. go ahead I'll be happy to watch."

"You know what I meant, I can get off of you"

"I don't want you to"

"Good, me neither"

She began kissing your neck while her hands untangled your bikini straps fingers dancing on your nipples as you moaned.

"Let me make you feel as good as you did mommy" she was shocked at the words that came out of her own mouth, never would you had thought it was something that turned her on but you have her a reassuring smile and went on.

"Well go ahead then"

Her hands went down while she kept nibbling your collarbones, underneath your shorts immediately circling your clit, digits dragging through your folds, she build up the pace and grounded her hips down on your thighs, also getting wet from the interaction.

"Go ahead...baby...fuck yourself on mommy's lap"

After a few minutes you both came moaning each others name, her hips grinding with force on your lap, her fingers stroking you in rythme. You rested your head against hers breaths evening out, hands caressing her hair.

"This is going to be a great vacation"

"I love you y/n"

"Me too baby..me too"

#sarah paulson fanfiction #diane sherman x reader #diane sherman #sarah paulson characters

[rosepetalwings]

DESSERTRUNE

okay, looks like people are interested in my AU dessertrune so..... please enjoy the upcoming jumble of words i've strung together to explain this au!

(TRIGGER WARNING - This is a horror AU and will deal with dark and disturbing topics, including gore, murder, and even cannibalism, intended to disturb the viewer. The post will be tagged with the appropriate tags to warn for such things but please do not read if such things will affect you negatively. Please stay safe and enjoy something else that may bring you joy, for you are worth it. 🖤)

Story

There's giggly chattering amongst the more naive and imaginative students of Hometown's school of a world in the shadows made of saccharine enchantment and wonder... Taffy trees and frosted fields and sweet smiles from the saccharine people that inhabit this magical land. How terrible it is to know that their innocent dreams are but sugar coated nightmares.

But all is not lost.

For you see, Legend tells of 3 brave young heroes from the Light banishing the Angel’s Confections from the land which promise to bring ruin to them all. To rid the Dark of its extra Fountain and the curious candies that have sprung up in ostentatious billboards and flashy, loud ads all through the Dark World is the Heroes’ Quest; a quest that may consume them whole.

Locations

Light World

Everything in the Light World is mostly untouched, save for the bunker which sports an odd little sticker for some strange candy... Curious when you consider the sticker's brightness and newness against the bunker's weathered and dilapidated age. Probably just some kid with new stickers wandering where they shouldn't have been.

Dark World

????? - Dark and haunting, this muted pink area sports rock candy jewels that glint strangely in the shadows that bathe the area. Best to keep moving along, judging by the strange iridescent sludge that pool around everywhere here and open mouthed grinning puzzles that seem to giggle quietly at you specifically...

Castle Town - A break from the burnt bubblegum-pink, there is an empty town that surrounds a lonely castle. It is dark, and so very quiet, but completely untouched by the sludge from before. Abandoned? Or, perhaps it is so lonely a location, everyone overlooks it.

Field - A long field of pastel purple grass and luscious strawberry pink-red trees with tall buildings off in the horizon... There’s an overwhelming scent of fruit punch on the breeze and- oh! It seems a “Lancer” has left up signage everywhere, warning others in a childish scrawl to not eat from the candy stalls that advertise so loudly and brightly on every path... "The taste of happiness!" the wrapper proclaims. Upon meeting him, there’s a sense that he is perhaps not the most upstanding child with how much he loves to call himself a villain... But- perhaps he has a point, with how the candy seems to beckon the observer with its bright, happy colors... Would you believe this mischievous young lad?

The Scarlet Forest - The smell of sweet fruit punch fades out into spicy cinnamon as the crimson trees seem to grow brighter. A few fallen leaves float on by with the wind as their vehicle, and the stalls from before disappear... Smaller strip malls and buildings abound here... Though there is a large store that calls to each Darkner that approaches with bright neon signs. “Come and see the new line of Halberd Inc. treats!” the dark-circled greeter cries out with a smile so big it looks like it aches, "New improved formula! 150% more sweetness packed in!!" and the huge line of much too eager Darkners that queue up for a taste of the reformulated sweets cheer cacophonously...

Great Board - The smell of licorice envelopes the air in the Great Board, which in and of itself, is filled to the brim with billboards and bright lights and neon signs and weathered posters out the wazoo. It is a smog ridden area, lit only by the blinding neon lights that guide the way up to the castle. There's a small maze of a city here, before the Factory. It's gritty, and dingy, and it smells like a burning dumpster fire there but it is a small bit of respite before trekking elsewhere... Perhaps one could stop at the Boardway Theater, where there's a quaint little horror musical about a killer barber. Song about having "a little ponman", the Halberd Inc. papers last said.

The Factory - Halberd Inc.'s core production facility. Every facet of it is highly secured, contained, and protected. It employs almost every Darkner in the area, in some form or another. If they do not work in the production line, they work in transportation of the products. If they do not transport Halberd Inc. products, they sell the products. Or advertise. Halberd Inc. is inescapable. Halberd Inc. loves you. Halberd Inc. provides for you. Working for Halberd Inc. is happiness. Don't you want to be happy? Feel all sweet inside? The cagey silver-haired assistant hugging his clipboard a little too tightly too his chest doesn't seem all that happy. Maybe if one presses the stressed man, he'll give up the dark secret of this sordid manufacturer... And, quickly, do inform him of where his adopted(?) son has tarried off to.

Characters

Lightners

Kris - The hero of our tale. A quiet kid, normally. Though, normally not so quiet as when they enter the Dark World. They enter a world of sweets and yet their mouth is taken from them, replaced only with a thin, red smile against the purple of their mixed berry gummy flesh. They have no mouth and they must scream.

Susie - A rude girl that's about as tough as leather. ...Makes sense as to why her hide becomes fruit leather, in the Dark World. About as sweet too, deep down. Hard to convince her away from not just absolutely wolfing down all the free food around her though. But... she does listen to Lancer's warnings, thankfully.

Noelle, Asriel, Alphys, Undyne, Toriel, Asgore, Sans, Papyrus - Unchanged. Speculate on what you'd like with them. Though I have thoughts here and there for "sweets" versions of them.

Darkners

Ralsei - A fluffy boy that smells like toothpaste. He'll correct you that it's spearmint that you're picking up and then offer you some sugar free gum. Or an apple. Or some celery. As a healthy snack.

Lancer - The bad guy! ...Or so he says, as he continues to help you through this strange, saccharine world. Just kind of seems like a little kid that means well... A little, jawbreaker-looking kid, with how round he is and the paint splatters from all the signs he makes all over his clothes. ...Are those meant to be there or not?

Seam - The local shopkeep. This purple rock candy feline knows much about this old world and how very terribly the world has been corrupted since the rise of Halberd Inc. Stay a while to keep out from the not-so-fresh air and ask about all the nitty-gritty details, Seam certainly won't mind.

Rouxls - Rex Halberd's right hand man, a frigid blue raspberry slushie of a Kaard and a yes man if ever there was one. Though, only to keep the peace and his life. He only trusts the CEO of Halberd Inc. as far as he can throw him, now that he knows what the candy contains. (He almost throws up every time he thinks about it.) He wants to see the company crash and burn and run away with Lancer to build anew but he's powerless to do so. Rex owns just about everything Rouxls knows... And if Rex doesn't own it yet, he will. A little help or direction for this hopeless assistant would be appreciated.

Jevil - Must be quite the sucker to have searched this far down in the Factory. This swirling lollipop man with a harlequin smile only laughs uncontrollably as you near the bloodied vat of... candy(?) within the room. He was locked in here a while ago and forgotten for the crime of upsetting the CEO with silly games. He wishes to open your mind, see the real truth of this world... Or kill you in the process. Either or.

King - The Rex Halberd. CEO. Father. Friend. Leader. And the most awful person alive. He has more money than most would ever see in 100 lifetimes. He would dangle his own son off of the roof of his factory building. And he would more than happily consume his own products because, just like his workers and his family, the Darkners' bodies used to create his sweets are nothing more than something for him to use and discard when they have become worthless. Kick this dude's fucking ass.

#deltarune #dessertrune #utdr #safeutdr #horrorrune #gore #death #cannibalism #murder #long post #kris #susie #ralsei #lancer #rouxls #rouxls kaard #kris dreemurr #noelle

[ask-ethari-anything]

Ooooh!! I need to know more about that first time where Runaan fell asleep before you started courting, because he was hurt and all.

Please? 🥺

It’s my pleasure, love.

Young assassins are often given guard duty for little trips outside the Silvergrove, to give them practice with awareness and responding to relatively safe situations--compared to taking humans, anyway. Runaan really seemed to enjoy those trips before he was cleared for assassin missions--he really embraced the idea of protecting people by standing between them and danger, and by sorting out tense situations to keep others safe. He has a knack for that, as much as he does for um, harder things.

He was often assigned to guard me while I went on a gem-finding trip. I loved those trips! Pulling rough gemstones from the earth, from caves, from riverbeds, seeing them sparkle in their first light of day, it warms my soul. If Runaan loved his guard duty, then these were the trips I loved. I always asked for them, whenever the village needed more rough stones, and I was good at finding them and bringing them back as intact as possible. Glow crystals are easy to find since they give off light, but it’s almost as if I can hear the gemstones pinging in the earth, and I love that first moment of discovery like nothing else.

But I do get overly focused on my work, and that’s why I need someone watching my back. *sassy grin* So Runaan and I made a great team even when we were younger, and he trekked out with me many times before we had romantic inclinations for each other. 

One time, I insisted on traveling out during a rainstorm because the cache of opals I was after lay beneath an overhang that had been undercut by craftsmen so much over the centuries that I worried for its stability. I wanted to get out to it and retrieve my opals before the overhang got too soaked and became dangerous--and the storm was going to be a big one. Runaan advised that we wait a few days, but I was impatient and insisted. So he dutifully traveled out into the drenched forest with me. I could read his judgy silence, though. He didn’t say a word for hours, and I knew he was grumpy with me for being rash.

We reached the overhang, a muddy slit just big enough to crawl back into, beneath a large chunk of dark gray rock. The vein of opals extended quite a ways, and there was plenty of space beneath it--as long as you were sitting down. Runaan handed me a padded hat. I glared at him, and he glared right back. So I put the stupid thing on to protect my horns and crawled under the overhang through the mud until I reached the back of the rock wall. I began unearthing them as quickly as I could and stashing them carefully in my bag. 

After only a few minutes, a massive bolt of lightning struck a tree nearby, and the thunderclap that followed literally shook the earth. And then it kept shaking.

Runaan called my name and scrambled in under the overhanging rock. He began dragging me out, but before we reached safety, the overhang started to tip and collapse. He seized me in a fierce hug, rolled me over top of him, and then thrust me past him out into the rainstorm!

And the overhang collapsed on top of him.

A few very important things became instantly clear to me as I sprawled in the wet grass, then. I’d been a fool. Runaan had been right to worry. And he might just have died trying to save me from my own stupidity. I had to make it right.

I was on my knees at the edge of the overhang in an instant, chucking big rocks aside and crying his name. Surely he’d be just under this rock, or this one, or this one... 

Well, he’d nearly made it to the edge before he was buried, so I did find him soon, although it felt like a million years. I found his hand first, and I squeezed it tight, trying to get a response from him. I nearly cried with relief when he faintly squeezed me back! I unearthed him even faster than I’d been working--and when I found his head, I had to laugh.

He’d stolen my padded hat when he booted me out into the rain, and it protected his horns under all the rocks--and I had been so worried, I never noticed that he’d taken it!

“Thief,” I blurted, grinning. “You took my hat.”

Runaan looked up at me from the rocks, bearing scratches and bruises on every part of him that I could see, and utterly slathered in fresh mud. But his wide turquoise eyes still managed to look shocked. “Sorry...” he began.

“Moon and shadow, I’m joking! I’m just glad to see you alive. Let me get you out of there, hold on.” And I unearthed him the rest of the way, and helped him up. But he’d been squished pretty thoroughly, and he couldn’t walk well. One of his feet had gotten a bit twisted among the falling rock.

We stared at each other in dismay for a moment, as the rain started to wash the mud off of him. 

“I guess we’re camping out here tonight,” I said, at the exact moment that he said, “You should head back without me.”

Then we chorused, “Don’t be stupid.”

Runaan glared at me, and I snorted and started laughing. His glares had a lot less weight when he was two whole inches shorter than me and also covered in mud!

“Come on, I know a place we can dry off. And when we get there, I’ll need that medkit of yours, the one you always bring in case I’m, er, stupid.”

I wasn’t completely sure, but it seemed for a second that he blushed under all his mud.

It was cute, I’ll admit, even way back then. Silly overachieving assassin trainee, striving so hard to be perfect. He tried to limp along ahead of me to scout the way, but his foot was in bad shape, so I insisted on carrying him on my back. “That way, you can still see ahead and let me know if there’s trouble,” I told him.

“I’ll get you muddy,” he protested.

“Yes. And?” I pointed out that I was muddy from the knees down after having crawled in after my opals.

Well, he still thought it was unseemly for an assassin to show so much weakness that he had to be carried. Poor elf was in quite a quandary! So I said, “Listen, I won’t tell anyone if you won’t. But we can’t stay out here in the rain, and you need to rest. You just had a whole boulder collapse all over you!”

Runaan struggled mightily for enough justification to let me carry him. It was written all over his cute little face! But eventually he gave in and nodded. I backed up and bent down, and he leaned against me and wrapped his muddy arms around my neck, and I scooped him up under his knees, and away we went.

He didn’t say a word the whole time, and his hands were flexing like mad. I didn’t understand what that meant back then, not really, but it was clear that he was pretty tense. 

I hiked to the nearest dry cave and set Runaan down in a safe corner. He was mostly mud-free at that point, except for where we’d been pressed together. He didn’t want me to check him over for injuries yet, so I told him I’d scout around for some supplies. He immediately gave me a list! Luckily for both of us, I’m very good with lists. I made him swear that he’d be alright when I returned, and he did so, readily. So I headed back into the rain to gather berries and leaves and stones and roots and moss, and a few flower petals, if I could find them. He’d added them to the list with another blush, so I was determined!

Well, I found everything he asked for and brought the damp lot back in my opal bag. He seemed surprised at my competence, but I told him, “Craftsmen know their way around the same forest assassins do.” That seemed to make him think for a moment.

Then I asked him what all the supplies were for, and he started spouting assassin knowledge at me. I could barely keep up! Moss and stones to give off a radiant heat with only a little light, berries and leaves for pain and wound cleansing... but he didn’t want to tell me what the flower petals were for.

“Runaan. Just tell me. Is it for a tea? Do you eat them? Here, you take them and do what you want with them,” I offered, holding them out.

But he blushed again and looked away. So stubborn! I pretended like I was going to crumple them up and toss them away, and he reached out and grasped my wrist tightly.

“Wait. They’re... healing petals. For the scratches on my face. I... it’s easier if someone else...”

I grinned so widely, I thought my face would split! “Runaan. Are you telling me you’re worried about your pretty face?”

He blushed again and glared at me.

“Because you’re still pretty, but now you look like the badass who saved my life,” I added seriously. “Did you think I wouldn’t tell everyone how brave you were? How you selflessly saved me first and risked yourself? How you did exactly what you’ve been trained to do? So what if you took a few scrapes? That just proves how dangerous your work is, and how strong you are to survive it. Doesn’t it?”

He stared at me dubiously for a long, long moment, and then his eyes narrowed thoughtfully and he looked aside. He let out a slow sigh, and then he glanced at me and offered his cheek toward me for a petal bandage.

I scooted forward and used my softest craftsman touch to press the first one over a scrape along his cheekbone. “There we go. I’ll have you looking pretty as a lunabloom in no time,” I murmured.

He glared up at me for implying that he wasn’t already that pretty, and I winked at him. “A lunabloom who didn’t just save my life in spectacular fashion,” I amended. Another petal pressed against his forehead, and another beside it, covering a large abraded area. He winced slightly, and I paused. “Did I hurt you?” I asked. But he shook his head and looked down.

I turned his chin lightly, looking for more scrapes to cover, and found a pair along his jaw. I softly pressed more petals over them and then looked his face over thoroughly. “Alright. I think your legendary beauty will recover now,” I pronounced.

Runaan rolled his eyes and looked away again, but I saw a little smile on his lips.

We snacked on a few moonberries, and I tended his foot under his sharp-eyed instruction, patching and binding it for him. He propped it on a stone and lay by the warming moss, and I lay nearby with my head next to his, in case he ever decided to talk again. 

He went still, and then he huffed suddenly as if waking. A few minutes later, he did it again. I realized he was trying not to doze off.

“Runaan, you just got buried in rocks, and you need to rest. Don’t worry. I’ll stay awake and keep watch for you.”

“Do you even know what to watch for?” he asked sleepily.

Sassy assassin. “I imagine anything that darkens the cave entrance will be worth waking you for,” I sassed back.

He rolled his eyes again, but then he nodded, as if in agreement with my very general assessment of his watch duties. I sat up then, facing the entrance of the cave with Runaan stretched out beside me. 

He tapped my knee with something, and I looked down to see him offering me his sword. I blinked in shock, and then I took it, slowly and reverently, and held it across my lap. As if I knew what to do with the thing aside from admire its craftsmanship.

But he nodded seriously, having successfully passed watch duty to me, and soon enough, his eyes slid shut and he relaxed into sleep.

I’d never seen an assassin sleep before. That’s like seeing a shark sleep. They just don’t sleep around other elves. They don’t sleep much at all, I’ve since come to realize. But there he was, a young, earnest injured assassin, soft and slumberous at my side. And he’d given me his sword.

The amount of trust in those two gestures astounded me, even though we both knew he had no other choice due to our circumstances. He was taking a chance on me. And as I sat there in the dimness, with an assassin’s sword in my hands, I began to feel... something amazing.

I wanted to keep him safe. From everything. He was so tense, so worried, about me as his charge, that he’d neglected to worry over himself. But Runaan was definitely worth worrying over! He’d trained so hard and so earnestly, and he truly enjoyed helping keep others safe. I wanted to make that as easy as possible for him. Because he was overdoing it by a fair bit and he needed to relax!

While he slept, I contemplated that sword. I wondered who had made it for him, and if a better one would serve him more efficiently. I wondered about enchantments and secrets and maybe even moon opals. And so I hauled out my damp notebook and started writing down ideas.

“What are you doing?” Runaan’s voice startled me some hours later.

“Making notes. On swords.”

“Swords?”

“You need a better sword.”

“My sword is perfectly functional, Ethari.” He held out his hand, and I returned it to him.

“But what if it could be better?” I asked eagerly. “Listen. You’re an assassin. You performed your duty today and saved my life. Let me return the favor by making you a better sword, so you can be even more efficient.”

“But you’re a jeweler.”

“I’m a craftsman,” I said, a little too forcefully. “I can make anything I like. And I want to make you a better sword. It’ll take time, because I’ll need to change my training focus, but... if you’ll be patient with me, Runaan, I want to pay you back for saving my life. And this is how I want to do it. I want to make you a better sword.”

He lay in the dimness and stared up at me with those blazing turquoise eyes I’ve come to adore, and he simply said, “Thank you.”

#ask ethari #story time #runaan #ethari #young runaan #young ethari #just a couple of soft young boys changing their lives for each other #hurt/comfort

[pressedinthepages]

Assurance

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Jaskier/Reader

Rating: E

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a/n:  Reader Request [Hi, new follower and I wanted to say how much I love your writing and possibly request something please? Could you please write something with a female reader where she's had a bad relationship before and one day she's strumming Jaskiers lute and accidentally breaks one of the strings....she's really nervous and panicked he'll be mad and when he gets back he can see how upset and scared she is. But when she tells him he shows her how he'd never hurt her? ❤️ With smut pls? You're so good at it lol and I love the way you write his dialogue ❤️❤️❤️]  <3 of course love :)

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Warnings: language, smut, hurt/comfort

Jaskier tries to reassure you with his love in a very effective manner.

The breeze flows through your hair as you sit at the base of a tall pine, Jaskier’s precious lute leaned beside you on the ground. He has disappeared into a field of blueberries and lavender at the bottom of the hill you rest atop of, leaving you with a gentle kiss to your cheek and a request to watch over his instrument. 

    Your fingers drift over the elven wood, and it almost sings to you with the barest touch. You reach over and pick up the lute, placing it gently in your lap. You glance up, catching a glimpse of the bright yellow of Jaskier’s doublet flitting between the cool purples and greens. The wood is warm under your fingers, almost unnaturally so. It calls out to you, begging to be played.

    Your fingers hover over the strings before sliding gently, plucking a few and letting the sound ring out over the berry patch. You miss how Jaskier’s head jumps up out of the bushes at the noise, smiling wide as he watches you wander aimlessly over the instrument, your head bent in concentration. 

    You start working at a rhythm, nothing particular coming to mind as you let your fingers dance over the neck. And then you make a mistake, your world narrowing into nothing as you pull the thinnest string. You watch in slow-motion as it snaps, sending a sour twang into the valley and through your heart. 

    You freeze, stuck in mortification, your eyes flitting over the swirl of the fractured string. Your blood pounds in your ears, your heart racing beneath your chest as you glance down and see Jaskier coming back up the hill. Tears spring into your eyes and you fight them back, your chest heaving with panic. 

    “Jaskier, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” your voice breaks into a sob as you back up against the tree, hugging your knees tight to your chest. His eyes, so beautiful and blue, flit back and forth between you and the lute, trying desperately to connect the dots. 

    “My dear, it’s alright, it was an accident…”

    “But I broke it! I should’ve just kept my hands to myself, I’m so stupid-”

    “No!” Jaskier breaks your spiral, kneeling before you and reaching out his hands for your own. You carefully reach back, his hands warm when his fingers wrap themselves into your grasp. “You are not stupid, love. It is nothing more than a little string, terribly simple to fix. Besides, it’s a thing. I care so much more for you,” he brushes your hair away from your face, dragging his finger down your cheek, “that simple words truly cannot do it justice.”

    You sniffle a bit, leaning into where his hand still lays on your cheek. “I thought you’d be upset, Jaskier…”

“Never with you, my darling. You are far too precious to me to be upset with about something as silly as a little string.” Jaskier’s voice is barely above a whisper, his lips turned up in a reassuring smile as he leans to press a gentle kiss against your cheek. You sigh as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He chuckles a bit as he turns the two of you around, settling you in his lap while still engulfed in his embrace. 

“I really am sorry, Jaskier.”

“I know, love. Oh!” Jaskier perks up a bit, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “How does this sound: Why don’t we head back to town, I think I have an extra set of strings in my bag. You can help me restring it!”

You smile into the crook of his neck, nodding a bit as the last of your tears dry. “I’d like that.”

***

    The two of you sit on the floor in front of the fire, the sun having long set beneath the horizon. Jaskier’s fingers move confidently, untying the broken string and setting it to the side. He dutifully explains every step as he attaches the new string to the bridge and brings it up, tying the other end around the tuning peg. His smile is wide as he chats, his hands moving mindlessly as he tightens the string.

    “Here,” he says when he is finished, “give it a pluck.”

    You raise your eyebrow, tilting away from him a bit. “I’m not sure that’s the best idea-”

    “Nonsense! Here, I’ll show you how.” Jaskier shuffles to sit behind you, settling the lute in your lap as his legs wrap around yours. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck and his heart thumping in his chest. “Here, love. Hold the neck here, and give me your other hand.”

    You wordlessly follow his instructions and Jaskier wraps his hand around the outside of yours, pushing your hand to rest atop the strings. “Now, just barely give it a pull, just enough to let it sing.”

    You do, and the one note resounds in the quiet of the room, dissipating as quickly as it arrived. You smile as Jaskier presses his lips to the crook of your neck, and you can feel the grin on his lips. “Now my love,” he whispers, “I’d like to show you just how much I love you.”

    Your head falls back onto his shoulder and you squeeze his hand in your own. “Jaskier,” you gasp as the lute is pulled from your hands and set a safe distance away. His fingers yank your shirt from where it is tucked into your trousers and up over your head. Your nipples harden under the pads of his fingers when they dig into the tender flesh, kneading and rolling the peaks like the sweetest dough. 

    You feel just the smallest glance of teeth where Jaskier sucks along your neck and you moan darkly, reaching for his thighs just to touch, feel, have him under your skin. Jaskier moves slowly, roving his hips around you, slinking out of his chemise before facing you. Your fingers scratch lightly through the generous dusting of hair over his chest, biting your lip as he moans when you brush over one of his nipples. 

    He leans down and presses his lips to yours, pressing himself between your thighs as his hands rove across your shoulders and down your hips. His tongue licks into your mouth, gentle and loving with every kiss. Your hands move to the buttons on his trousers, fumbling through each until they are loose enough for you to slide them over his backside. Jaskier chuckles as he shimmies out of them, chucking them to the side before working on yours. 

    He moves with much more ease, a “blink and you’ll miss it” sort of experience. Your trousers join his, discarded within a matter of heartbeats. Both of your underthings are thrown aside as well, leaving you both bare and reaching for any and every inch of skin that you can reach.

    Jaskier’s fingers find your core, running through the slick before plunging in. Your breasts heave with a sigh, your hips chasing his fingers as he begins to languidly thrust in and out. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, weeping a bit with neglect. Jaskier rubs his thumb in little circles over the sensitive peak of your core, leaning down to kiss up your stomach once more.

    “Please, Jask,” you murmur, threading your fingers into his hair. He nuzzles against your chest, his stubble just barely scratching your skin. He pushes himself up to rest on his hand, his other hand reaching down to guide himself to press against your cunt.

    “You sure, love?” He asks, his nose brushing yours as he gazes into your eyes. You peck his lips, wrapping your legs around his hips and hooking your ankles together.

    You smile, nodding into him. “Yes, Jaskier. Please, love me.”

    “Always and forever, my dear.”

    Jaskier slowly pushes into you, stretching you wide on his cock. Your head hits the floor with a faint thunk, relishing in the feeling of being so thoroughly filled. Jaskier surrounds you, his arms moving rest on the floor with his elbows. His hand fit under your shoulders and his head fits into the crook of your neck as he begins to move, short little thrusts that promise so much more to come.

    “Go on, Jaskier. Please,” you whisper, and his pace picks up. Jaskier’s hips snap against yours with a lazy speed, hitting the bundle of nerves nestled deep in your core with every thrust. Your nails scratch along his hair, pulling him to your lips as he gasps into your mouth.

    His chest is flushed up into his neck and you can tell he’s close, his eyes glazed over with how fucked out his mind is. Heat creeps up from your core, pleasure shooting through your spine faster and faster with each passing moment. Your climax comes like a breath of fresh air after too long underwater, a gasping relief that soars under your skin.

    Jaskier follows not too long after, spending himself deep inside of you. Your foreheads rest together, sweaty and sticky and too blissed out to move. You stay like that as the moon creeps higher and higher, and Jaskier finally pulls himself out of you. 

    He wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you flush against his side. Jaskier’s heart beats loudly against your ear, slowing with each deep breath he takes. “I love you my dear,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head, “more than you can ever know.”

    You smile, nuzzling into his chest. “I think I may have some idea.”

#jaskier x reader #Smut #hurt/comfort #it do be like that