#♡ dear hazel ♡

[godnectar]

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shushhh– dying of embarrassment and shyness rn 😖😖😭😭

[synamartia]

♡ I Got You ( Human!Alastor x Afab!Reader )

♡ Content Warnings: MDNI ; 18+ ; Porn without plot ; smut ; semi-public sex ; car sex ; brat taming ; unprotected sex ; creampie ; if I missed any, let me know!

♡ Author's Notes: For my darling wifeys Hazel, Mink, and Danny~! I hope I was able to deliver on the base idea 🥺 Not proofread, my brain stopped braining near the end so it's kinda rushed, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless~!

♡ Summoning: @hazelfoureyes ; @minkdelovely ; @sugoi-writes ; @fraugwinska

"Where's that- nngh! ... that attitude now, dear?"

You couldn't speak, your brain unable to even perceive the words that tumbled from Alastor's mouth as the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin filled your ears. "A- ah! Hah! Uh, oh, oh fuh-!" His hips slamming against the fat of your ass smothered any attempt to form words.

The darkness of the alley he had parked in kept your licentious activities hidden well enough from prying eyes on the bustling city street, thankfully. But the vehicle rocking back and forth from the force of his movements was a dead giveaway to anyone that lingered at the alley's edge a couple seconds too long - the moans of pleasure being torn from your heaving bosom, the pleading whimpers for him to fuck you harder a simple confirmation of what Alastor was doing to you.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked, his voice laced with a smug arrogance, and suddenly you found your head being pulled back, your sweaty cheek being torn away from the sticky leather when his fingers tangled in your hair and yanked even further until you were staring at the lining of his car roof.

Eyes clenched shut from the pain in your scalp and the delicious, burning stretch of his cock ramming in and out - going deeper and deeper than any of your previous partners, reaching new places you didn't know existed with every thrust - your nails sunk into the headrest of the seat you had been pressed against, clinging desperately to something, anything tangible to keep yourself grounded.

What was he saying just now? Oh, yeah - it was something about your attitude.

"I- hah! I said- fuck, I sssaahh-!" You managed to get out in between your gasps, biting the inside of your cheek to gain some semblance of control over the mind numbingly sensations coursing through your veins. Using the front seats as leverage, you craned your neck to peer over your shoulder until you could see Alastor's face, smirking at the site before you - rounded glasses askew on the bridge of his nose, pupils dilated, cheeks dusted with a faint pinkish glow, jaw slack.

"I said, you can fuck me better than that!"

"Such foul language! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Tsk, tsk, tsk," he teased, the flowy skirt of your dress bunched at your waist, giving him a clear view of the ripples being sent through your backside. His free hand grasped one cheek, guiding your sweet, sweet cunt up and down his excruciatingly throbbing member.

"You're right, I can fuck you better. But I wonder - can you?"

Detaching his hands from your hair and ass, Alastor spread both arms across the top side of the backseat, slowing the lazy bucking of his hips until he stopped moving entirely. Groaning loudly at his goading you into movement, you didn't waste a single second - rolling your hips back and forth on his lap harshly. Gripping the edges of the front seat tightly, your grinding gradually turned into a bounce, gaining speed with every downward motion of your hips.

"Ho-hoooh fuck yes, just like that! Keep going!" Alastor breathed out, watching as your hips gained speed with every downward motion, the 'smack, smack, smack!' of skin against skin and the obscenely wet squelching of your pussy filling the air and pushing you closer to your release, threatening to throw you over the cliff's edge of absolute bliss any second now.

Clamping down on his painfully hard length, Alastor let out a delectable little whimper, clenching his eyes shut and throwing his head back against the leather seat. Raking a hand through his damp chestnut locks, the pliant walls of your heated sex wrapped around his cock provided him with some amount of relief; but it wasn't anywhere near enough.

He needed more.

"Fuck, fuck, Alastor! I'm so close!" you cried suddenly, closing your eyes tightly as both of you felt the all-too-familiar fluttering of your pussy, causing your hips to stutter - leaving you right on the cusp of glorious ectasy but holding you back from that heavenly plunge. Alastor let out a breathy laugh at your predicament, wanting nothing more than to edge you, to grab hold of your hips and hold you still until your orgasm slipped from your grasp entirely. It would undoubtedly teach you not to act like such a brat, especially in public.

Had Alastor not been dangling off the very same cliff, he would have.

"I got you, dear."

And with that, his hands returned to the plush roundness of your ass cheeks and spread them apart for a better view, helping you to regain your momentum and planting his feet into the floorboard for added leverage.

"That's it," Alastor whispered, mesmerized by the sight of your ambrosian heat swallowing his engorged cock whole, his balls slapping against your neglected clit as he bucked his hips into you from below.

"Oh, fuck!"

"Don't stop, don't stop, almost there-!" he coaxed you into the beginnings of your release, imagining the way your face would scrunch up at the first few waves to come crashing over you. Thighs trembling, toes curling, your jaw dropped into a silent scream at the overwhelming pleasure hitting you over and over and over again, each wave more intense than the last.

Alastor wasn't too far behind you, and with one final thrust he was spilling his hot cum inside you and painting your walls white with his seed. He kept still as he rode out the high that accompanied his release, his hips pressed flush against your bottom while both of you panted and gasped and tried to bring yourselves back to reality.

"Fuck... maybe I should complain about your poor choice in musicals more often."

[mr-bas00nist]

I’ve got a request my dear! Can you please do bottom Nanami who just had rough day and finally gets the chance to relax and be a pillow princess.

Love you dear!

Good Boys Deserve Good Things

𓇼 🌊 🐚 -Nanami Kento x Dom! Male Reader

𓇼 🌊 🐚-Cw: Overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise, Some sir and daddy kink, like one spank and manhandling (readers a strong boy 💪🏽)

It really didn’t take anyone special to tell how hard Nanami Kento worked. From a busy salaryman who hated his job to a sorcerer who still couldn’t stand the business, just had less of a hatred towards it. That was life though, grinding through shit you hate. It was worth it he believed, eventually retiring to Malaysia with his sweetheart was worth any challenge.

It would be awhile until that point though. For now he was a slave to the workforce. Nanami was returning back from home after a long day as usual. He looked over to see the kitchen was clean and some delicious looking cuisine in a container. Must’ve been your cooking.

He kicked off his dress goes and took his suit coat off before trudging upstairs. A few annoying comments from Gojo always got him exhausted and annoyed. He entered the room to see you relaxing on the bed lazily scrolling through you’re phone. You glanced up to see your husband with an annoyed expression on his face.

You couldn’t help but smile at his annoyed and flustered look. You could tell he was aggravated, not at you of course. “Hey there handsome, work got you down?” You smiled teasingly. Nanami Kento was no submissive man by any standards. A wise and reserved man which could be seen by anyone. Though, sometimes a man needed a break.

He got on his knees crawling over to your side of the bed as your large hand cupped his cheek. “Please sir….” He pleaded. The alias rolling off his tongue sounding like sweet honey in your ears. “Please what handsome?” You inquired with a knowing eyebrow.

“Please, fuck me…” He spoke softly, cheeks flushed with a pretty pastel dusted across them. You couldn’t help the mean grin that graced your lips. “Was that so hard baby? So hard asking you’re husband to make you forget about every little thing?” He shook his head no.

~🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐

“Shit! You’re squeezing me so much handsome..” You lick your lips panting as you gripped his hips from the back pulling him into you. Kento had his face buried in the pillow as he moaned and cried. Pretty hazel eyes red from crying so much.

“S’ too much- can’t take it! Can’t take it! Mercy~!” You smiled softly at his pleas giving a small slap to his plump ass. “Shhh, know you can take it… because you’re a good boy right? Good boys deserve good things right?♡” You didn’t really expect an answer but you were pleased when you heard a whine. “Yes- I deserve this…”

You nodded in agreement. “You do, so stop thinking and let me take care of you okay baby?” You cooed softly at him as you gripped his sweaty locks. You gently ran you’re fingers through them before tugging to get him to arch. His face was pulled off the pillow leaving his mouth open to let the groans and moans escape.

He had no idea how many times he’d cum already. All he knew is that he’d been manipulated into position after position by you. Pretty head blank from everything except you’re dick in his ass abusing his prostate with each Plap! Plap! Plap! You gave so graciously to him.

You felt the telltale signs of his impending orgasm as he constricted tighter around you. You lifted you’re leg to plant beside his torso and adjusted you’re hands to his broad and muscular shoulders to pull him back into you. You leaned your weight over him making your dick hit even deeper from the forced arch. You smiled softly as you heard him cry out, hands reaching up to the drool covered, sweaty pillow to try and pull himself away from the burning pleasure.

“Nope, don’t run away from this dick baby…” You grinned as you pulled him right back to you’re pelvis. “Shhhh, shhhh, let daddy hear you scream for him m’kay???” You asked, but he knew it was a demand. The coil in his stomach stretched to its limits, face dripping with sweat, toes curling and eyes rolling back.

He peered up at you from wet lashes, a pleading look on his face. You smiled at his manners. “You know you don’t have to ask to cum…. Nut on daddy’s cock…” you gave a final sturdy thrust and his orgasm came crashing down like a wave on the coast. He gave a final drawn out groan mixed with a gasp as thick, ivory rivulets spilled from his shaft.

You came just in time with him as you filled him to the brim with your own release. You sighed in relief as you rubbed small shapes in his hips to ground him. After a few moments he felt you pull out and quickly flip him over before climbing back atop. You lined yourself up once more with his entrance as he let out a whimper from feeling you invade once more.

“You’re still coherent prince… can’t have that can we…? My sweet pillow prince needs to have his pretty head drained isn’t that right?” You asked with a slight mocking tone as he nodded. His legs raised as he wrapped them around your torso, burying his tear soaked face into your shoulder. You smiled brushing a small start tear from his cheek.

You kissed his temple before gently thrusting. “Just a little more for me baby… just let go of all those inhibitions hmmm?” You asked in sickly sweet tone. And who was he to deny or say no when you asked like that?

A/N: It is so nice to be back and writing for JJK! Thanks so much for the request Jason, I missed all you sm! Things have just been busy. Anyways, keep requesting! Im on a writing kick. :)

[coquettluvr]

xiao : makeout session ♡

"xiao!!! can you come over to my house? it's a cold day today and i thought of baking some cookies for us ♡"

- 4:05 pm

"oh sure why not, my love i'll head straight to your house. should i buy some snacks on the way?"

- 4:06 pm

"sureee, i will be waiting for you ♡"

- 4:06 pm

💌

i sat on the couch while scrolling through our old messages and letting out a soft smile while thinking about us

it's almost been a year of mine and xiao's togetherness...oh how the time passes.

i gaze out of my window and see the ample clouds flowing in the sky, and the maple leaves falling off their hazel trees

i loved autumn 🍂

i see the maple leaf falling down slowly but, it doesn't touch the ground that had witnessed rain just before.

rather, it falls on the hands of a fairly beautiful young man.

the love of my life

xiao

i rush downstairs to my open the door and see xiao standing in front of me

"he looks so pretty today" I think to myself as i go to hug him

we both smiled at eachother and xiao pulled out the bouquet he brought for me

"i brought these roses for you because you love them, and i am in love with you"

"oh.my.God. Xiao, i love you so much" i say this while controlling my uncontrollable smile

"ofcourse sweetheart" he says while letting out an eye smile

"oh how i loved his eyes so much"

"soooo, should i come in my dear or do you want me to stand here the whole day?"

he says and i let out a chuckle

xiao pov :

"oh how i loved her smile so much"

💌

i hold xiao's hands and take him to my room.

i noticed that his clothes were a little bit wet because of the slight autumn rainfall.

i remember xiao giving me one of his hoodies, i allow him to change into it for him to get more comfortable.

"love, im back, let's go bake the cookies now shall we?" xiao said with a promising smile on his face

he holds your hands and you both go downstairs to the kitchen together

you look for the ingredients but somehow couldn't find the crucial thing. it frustrates you a little.

"oh my God I can't find the flour"

Xiao hears your frustration

he stands behind you and puts his left arm on your waist

and holds your wrists with his right hands

as his hands intertwined with your hands, he slides it towards the box of the flour

"there it is, my cutie"

you blushed shyly

xiao takes out the milk from the refrigerator and you both initiate the process of baking the cookies together. and now it's finally time to put them in the oven!

"don't burn your hands xiao"

"with you by my side, i'll make sure not to ever hurt myself because i want to spend my every moment with you"

you were utterly speechless at this moment whilst maintaining an intense eye contact between you and xiao's beautiful amber eyes

you feel your self being pulled closer to his chest and your lips begging to feel his lips

"xiao i-"

"shh"

he cups your right cheek and rubs his thumb softly on your cheek bones

*(oh my God...is the going to be the moment of our kiss?? the butterflies in my stomach are making me go feral)*

xiao pov -

she looks so pretty, and at this moment, i can not resist her.

i want to kiss her soft lips so badly

she is so fucking perfect.

"y/n i love you so much" xiao says with a soft yet desperate look on his face

"and you have no idea of how badly i want to kiss you right now"

he pulls you closer by the waist, and your chest touches his....xiao got even more shy and nervous now

and finally, your lips meet.

he kisses your lips for a minute and then pulls out to breathe

"mmnh"

and then, he starts kissing you again, but this time, it was rather more intense?

he slides his tongue and starts playing with yours whilst both of you continue making slight moans

but xiao's moans start getting louder and louder as he goes down

he starts kissing your neck

"ngh xiao-"

his hot breath on your skin and the feeling of his lips sucking your neck made you moan his name

"ngh- xiao-"

"keep saying my name like that again, and i won't stop doing this"

and xiao did indeed stood on his words.

the feeling of his saliva in your lips and the continuous moaning was releasing your adrenaline and satisfying you fully

after fifteen minutes of making out, you both finally part your lips and xiao hugs you and he kisses your forehead gently

this moment was one of your favourite moments with him.

kissing your favourite person was the best thing

you could ever do.

you and xiao certainly experienced it

"i love you my girl, y/n"

"i love you too my forever, xiao"

[hyacintheros]

Brand New City

3. Starman

|| (Marauders Era Characters x Fem!Reader)

Series Masterlist Previous Chapter

Pairing: Marauders Era Characters x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Rude James

Word Count: 2k

P.S: Sorry it took so long, I was a little busy, but I am back! Please enjoy doves c:

“Hey- are these seats taken?” Y/N flits her gaze to the boy in front of her, chocolate cream eyes fluttered at her with hazel lashes glistening from the sun projecting onto his face.

She’s a little confused, as the area of the library she's seated herself at is practically stuffed at the back, near the restricted section.

“No, not at all. You're looking for extra chairs, right?” The boy next to him lets out a muffled chuckle, his midnight curls swirling as he speaks animatedly. “We meant if we could study with you, doll? S'that alright?”

The girl flushes, not realising that they wanted to sit with her, assuming they were just taking some chairs. “Oh! So sorry, yeah of course.” She lets out an embarrassed laugh.

The two boys smile at her, unpacking their things onto the table. “‘D’you hear what happened in McGonagall's class yesterday? Some bloke turned his desk mate into a teapot instead of the spider!” Sirius says, trying to keep quiet as Madam Pince was on his case not too long ago.

“No way! Would have loved to be in that class” Y/N laughs, amused at the story. Remus smiles and shakes his head imagining it, refocusing on his textbook.

“Y/N, could I borrow some ink?” The hazel-haired boy asks. They've fallen into a routine over the last couple of days, Remus forgetting his inkpot during class and always sharing with the girl.

“I've got different colours today! Black, Blue, Red, and Green.. which would you like?” Remus looks at her with a shine in his eyes.

“Could I borrow the red one please?” She hands the boy the red-coloured pot. He dips his feathery quill and starts taking notes, excited at the new colour rather than boring black.

Sirius, also intrigued by the different colours, pipes up. “Is it alright if I could try the green one?” The girl gives him a smile, sliding over the green ink for him.

“Woah! This is so fun, where'd you get these? They only sell black at Diagon Alley!” Sirius asks, hoping to snag a few for himself.

“I got them at a stationary store in London when I got my letter, thought they looked really fun!” The muggle girl says to him, happy that they found her oddly mundane inkpots fascinating.

Both boys hum in acceptance, facing back to their work and making small talk here and there. Remus, halfway through studying, pulls out a muggle book, The Silence of the Lambs.

“Sorry Remus, but is that book the one about Hannibal Lecter?” Remus gives her a cheeky grin, always being a sucker for muggle storytelling.

Sirius at this point in time, has given up on studying, instead putting great effort in making little paper doves. As he folds the wings, a pat on his shoulder brings him back to reality.

“What are you lot doing hanging out with her? Don't you see her robe? Come on, we've got better things to be doing than hanging out with a snake.” James, the boy Lily was always hanging around, said to Remus and Sirius.

“Don't you worry, I'll be on my way.” She says coldly, finally understanding why he was so cold to her. She packs her books in an instant and leaves with a stomp in her step. “Y/N, your inkpots!” Sirius calls after her, being held back by James.

---♡---

‘Why would Lily hang out with a foul git like that?’ She asks herself, unsure if Lily even knows of his attitude. She bursts into the common room, the coolness of the dungeon and the view of the Black Lake sending her a wave of serenity.

“Darling? What's going on?” Narcissa, who was reading in the common room, asked. Lucius, who was sitting next to her on the love seat looking back at Y/N, instantly knew it had something to do with a few Gryffindor boys.

“Your red lions giving you trouble, dear?” He snickers, Narcissa smacks his shoulder, hushing him. Y/N gives him a sarcastic laugh, glaring at him.

“Shut up, Luci!” She picks up a decorative pillow from the couch and chucks it at him. Narcissa giggles at this.

“Let's go to the Great Hall, I'm starving.” She lets out a sigh, tired and hungry from all the studying, having skipped lunch because she was too busy writing a paper for History of Magic.

Narcissa loops her left arm into Lucius’, then loops her right into Y/N's, telling her fiance and friend about the Hufflepuff girl who was being annoying in potions today.

Lucius, ever the drama queen, was gasping and gossiping along with Narcissa. Y/N was just bouncing around as they walked, happy to be out of the library.

“I hope they serve roasted potatoes” Narcissa says as they enter the Great Hall, taking their seats at the Slytherin table. Tucking themselves in, everyone grabs a generous portion of the delicious food that surrounds them.

While she eats, a pair of eyes, or three, stabs into her back. Signalling Lucius, who sat in front of her, he peaks over her shoulder, giving a sneer then looking back at her.

“That red-haired cousin of yours and your lover lions” Lucius snickers, earning a glare from Y/N. “Finish your food before I finish you.” She says, then continues conversation with a Slytherin next to her.

‘What the fuck.’ Lucius thinks, going back to his dinner, sulking.

---♡---

“Cissa, I'm gonna head out for some air.” The girl says to her roommate. Already tucked into bed, Narcissa responds, “Don't get caught by Filch, come back in one piece please” She mumbles, falling asleep.

Y/N tucks Bella in, already snoring in bed, then tucking Narcissa, and carefully escapes the dorms.

Paintings already asleep, therefore no need to be too cautious. The sleepless girl heads up to the astronomy tower, wanting to feel the breeze on her skin without stepping out of the castle.

On her shoulder, a throw blanket to keep her warm in the stoney tower. She sets up ‘camp’ next to the balcony, meaning a blanket and a muffin she snagged at dinner. ‘This muffin mad scrumdili-icious’.

Pulling out a book from her robe, opening to the page, which was dog-eared, finding solace in the book. Every so often, she would pause, the night sky captivating her attention.

“That constellation there is called Draco.” She turns back to the entrance of the astronomy tower. The boy with curly black hair greets her, his hair arching the colour of the night sky.

She pats the spot next to her, offering up the blanket to share. He strolls over, plopping down and crossing his legs. “You fond of astronomy?” The girl asks him.

“I'd hope so, being named after a bloody star!” He sasses back, pulling some of the blanket over his legs. “What are you doing up here, dove? Shouldn't you be in bed down in the Dungeons. Mighty cold down there if you ask me!”

She shushes him as she giggles, both of them obviously being too loud for this time of night, past curfew. “Couldn't sleep, needed some air. Shouldn't you also be sleeping? What are you doing?”

The boy dressed in a red and gold sweater pipes down, a gaunt look on his face. “S'nothing, couldn't sleep either.” The boy says, a slight clench in his jaw.

Seeing that this is clearly an odd subject for Sirius, she switches it up. “What's your favourite song?”. Sirius immediately lightens up, sort of like a puppy.

“Definitely Starman by David Bowie! Something about him is so alluring. They both hum the song together, falling into comfortable silence afterwards.

“How's Lily? Didn't get to speak to her today.” The Slytherin girl breaks the slience, missing her cousin dearly.

“She's worried about you, y'know? Always saying how you should eat more and sleep, which I can clearly see now why she says you need more sleep!” He laughs, her heart warming at the thought of her cousin.

Despite being rival houses, she doesn't care about such trivial things. So what if they're different? Just means they're different people with different aspirations, but that doesn't mean they need to hate each other.

“Tell her that I'm okay the next time you see her, I'll try to talk to her tomorrow. It's hard to talk to her with James around, guarding her like a dog! When I get my hands on him I'm gonna..” The girl yaps away about the Potter boy, not impressed with his behaviour.

The boy next to her shares a great bit of laughs at the predicament. “What's that book next to you?” The boy asks, curiosity killing him.

“Oh! It's a muggle book, Pride and Prejudice. Lily recommended it to me, we're supposed to debrief about it next Friday.” She hands him the book, and he inspects the cover.

---♡---

“Severus! Have you seen Nemesis? Need to feed her before class.” The girl runs around the common room, looking for her snake. “I saw her with Lucius, think she's choking him out.”

They look to the stairs where Lucius is rushing down, Nemi on his neck, grasping him like a slinky stuck on itself. “Get. Her. Off.” He says in-between chokes and gasps of air.

Y/N gently takes Nemi back, cooing at her and giggling at Lucius, dishevelled and red for the lack of air. “Let's get you some mice darling.” She heads back up to her room, feeding Nemi and setting her free. Nemi always comes back after classes.

“Come on Severus, we're going to be late to potions.” They hurry to the class, taking seats near the back. James and Lily sitting near the front. Both Slytherins burn holes into the boy's back, though for entirely different reasons.

Slughorn walks in, starting class off with theory, focusing on how Draught of Living Death was first made and how to spot its effects, as well as the cure.

Y/N practically falls asleep on Severus’ shoulder, lesson too long for her taste. With an annoyed look, he takes notes for her, trying to hide her sleeping form with his arm.

“Y/N wake up, he's approaching.” Severus draws out, propping her up. She quickly grabs a parchment and textbook, acting like she was, indeed, studying all along.

See, while Severus covers her notes for her in Potions, she covers notes for him in History of Magic, both forming a non-spoken alliance.

Potions is over and they part ways, heading to separate classes. The day draws on like an endless loop, even lunch didn't feel as fulfilling.

---♡---

Remus stops her as she studies at the library, pulling a chair to the table and sitting with her.

“You left your ink pots yesterday. He pulls them out of his bag, setting them in front of her. She sends him a sweet smile, thanking him for keeping them safe.

Lily comes in tow, sitting next to Remus and pulls out her study materials. “The Herbology test felt too repetitive! Like we reviewed the whole chapter for it to be on literally one plant?” Lily rants, angry she wasted study time on something that didn't need it.

Lily and Y/N catch up, talking about literally anything that comes to mind while poor Remus tries his best to focus, but how could he when the girls are talking about muggle books? It's like his kryptonite!

So, instead of writing for their History of Magic essay, the three spent two hours talking about Romeo and Juliet. Even reciting quotes verbatim just for fun.

Lily and Remus pack up, needing to head back to their common room. They all bid farewell, promising to catch up soon.

Y/N stays back for three more hours, promising to finish the History of Magic essay by nightfall. It's just about 10:00pm, meaning curfew is about to hit.

She packs everything, making sure not to be left alone in the library with Madam Pince. She races down to the Slytherin dorms, only to literally run into James Potter.

Next Chapter

[bayetea]

— please stay, hippocrene

( a percabeth + frazel romantic getaway fic )

summary — ;

♡ — Percy, Frank, Annabeth, and Hazel, hoping to take a break from their adult responsibilities (and have some desperately needed alone time with their partners), go on vacation together. Their plans are thwarted harshly when a certain ring of goddesses summons them to a quest. With their holiday sorely interrupted, can they still make time for romance?

content — ;

♡ steamy. vanilla. intimate. romantic. silly. rom-com vibes. tooth-achingly sweet. ♡ features percabeth and frazel equally, + very minor jiper and solangelo ♡ takes place approx. 9 years after HoO, ignores all books afterwards ♡ characters are explicitly described as adults in their 20s ♡ don't like, don't read/interact. see ao3 link for more info and warnings

excerpt below the cut, please like if you read. reblogs are appreciated ♡

Preview

[ ... ] The melodies of New Rome chirped in the distant background; lares scolding unruly legionnaires, Hannibal the elephant stomping about the grounds, eagles squawking in the dusky sky above—but the only sound that Hazel seemed to mind was that which thundered from his chest. “Your heartbeat’s really going, Frank.” she observed, lifting her head an inch from his body. “Sheesh. Is it usually like this?” And he answered without thinking, “It is around you.” Their eyes met right then. Frank blushed up to his ears. Looking directly into Hazel’s eyes often felt like opening up a treasure chest. One could hardly tell the difference between heaps of gold jewelry and the amber in her eyes, shimmering like gilded shards of cherished earth. As she stared up at him with those faultless, glittery irises, Frank thought to himself that he was still out of his league. This brave, stunning woman laying sweetly in his arms, whose dear love felt like a fairytale… His eyes wandered to her lips. Gorgeous, shapely little things—the lips that framed her every picturesque smile. At this moment, he couldn’t stop staring at them. He knew what he wanted to do. He wasn’t brave enough. What a poor excuse for a child of Mars, who could plunder the battlefield valiantly but now failed to summon enough courage to kiss his own girlfriend— “Y—you can kiss me, Frank. It’s okay…” His heart stopped for a moment. Frank looked back up to her eyes and he felt stupid, graceless, embarrassed; he must have been staring at her mouth so obviously. Could he be any less romantic? Hazel looked rather shy herself. Her thumb drew nervous circles on his chest, and she struggled to maintain eye contact. But she had uttered those heart-stopping words, and she seemed to have meant them. Her back had straightened so that her face was a little closer in level to his. Likely on purpose. Frank could barely control his breathing. They had already kissed not long ago, but with the daylight dimmed, with the fact that they would usually be preparing for bed in separate rooms by now, this felt… different… Gods, he was so uncool. — PSH, Ch. 01

♡ Read the full chapter on AO3, here.

[angestella]

The Cursed Family

Genevieve and Alistair Snowthorne ₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊ Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers May 16, 1814 The Snowthorne family, a name whispered behind gloved hands and cloaked in mystery, has long held an enigmatic allure within our society. For generations, their immense wealth and seclusion have fueled endless speculation. But, dear reader, prepare yourselves, for the Snowthorne legacy is poised to reemerge from the shadows. Eight generations ago, a scandal of such epic proportions befell the Snowthornes that their very name was consigned to the annals of infamy. The calamity was so dire that the entire family retreated into a self-imposed exile, shunning the glittering ballrooms and grand events of society. Yet, their fortunes continued to flourish, sustained by a thriving enterprise in the burgeoning fields of engineering and science. Marriages were arranged behind closed doors, and no Snowthorne bachelor or miss has been presented to Her Majesty—until now. Today, the arrival of not one but two members of the Snowthorne family graces our midst, twins remarkably: a new heir to the Snowthorne name and a debutante poised to make her mark on the season. Will these newcomers redeem the Snowthorne reputation, long tarnished by scandal, and usher in an era of renewed esteem? Or are they destined to fall prey to the same curse that plagued their ancestors? Genevieve Snowthorne, the newly unveiled debutante, steps into society with all the poise and promise of a young woman determined to rewrite her family’s history. Alongside her stands Alistair Snowthorne, the enigmatic new heir. His presence alone is enough to send ripples through the social fabric of the ton. Rest assured, dear reader, that this author will be watching with keen interest to see if the Snowthornes can indeed reshape our society for the better, or if they will be swallowed once more by the shadows of their past. Yours Truly, Lady Whistledown

Name: Lady Genevieve Rosalind Adeline Snowthorne

Aliases: Viv; Genie; Snow-Girl; Diamond of the season

Age: 19 (8th of November)

Height: 168 cm

Hair: Auburn

Eyes: Hazel

Personality: "Genevieve is outgoing, charismatic, and full of boundless energy. She possesses a magnetic personality that draws others to her effortlessly. With a love for music, art, and literature, Genevieve thrives in social settings and is often the life of the party. However, beneath her vivacious exterior lies a kind and compassionate soul, always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. Genevieve dreams of making a positive impact on society and uses her influence to champion causes close to her heart."

Life goal: Restore her families honour and make an impact on society.

Best quality: Compassion and outgoingness

Worst quality: Her temper and stubbornness

Fears: Disappointments; Gossip; Thunder

Hobbies: Violin; Gothic Novels; Antiques; History; Cleaning

Talents: Conversing; Horse riding; Dancing

Family:

Mother: Josephine Snowthorne

Father: Nicholas Snowthorne

Twin Brother: Alistair

Younger siblings: Marlene (17); Charles (16) Beatrice (13); Helen (10)

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Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers June 22, 1814 Dear Reader, Just as the season seemed to be unfolding with the usual fanfare of glittering balls and clandestine courtships, an unexpected scandal has erupted, casting a shadow over one of society’s brightest stars. It appears that Miss Genevieve Snowthorne, our newly crowned Diamond of the Season, has found herself entangled in a most unlikely and shocking romance. A Scandalous Affection Whispers of a budding romance between Miss Snowthorne and a mere servant have set the ton ablaze. This author can confirm that Genevieve has indeed sparked feelings for a young man of humble origins, a cleaner by the name of Edward Moore. How, you ask, could such an improbable connection come to be? Allow this author to enlighten you. A Chance Encounter The story begins in the grand halls of Snowthorne Hall. It was during one of the many lavish balls held in her honor that Genevieve first noticed Edward. Amidst the glittering chandeliers and swirling gowns, a simple gesture—a handkerchief dropped and returned with a polite smile—marked the beginning of their acquaintance. Edward, with his striking features and earnest demeanor, stood out even among the servants. Secret Meetings and Growing Affections Over the following weeks, Genevieve and Edward continued to meet in secret, their bond deepening with each stolen moment. They often found solitude in the less-traveled corridors of the estate and the secluded corners of the garden. It is said that Edward's humility and sincerity were a refreshing contrast to the polished but often insincere suitors of the ton. For Genevieve, his presence became a refuge from the relentless scrutiny of high society. How could the Diamond of the Season, the epitome of grace and virtue, fall for a man so far beneath her station? This scandal threatens to unravel the painstakingly rebuilt reputation of the Snowthorne family. Inside the hallowed halls of Snowthorne Hall, opinions are divided. Alistair Snowthorne, the new heir, is said to be torn between his protective instincts and his desire to see his sister happy. The elder Snowthornes, however, are less forgiving, fearing that this romance could reignite the scandalous flames that once nearly consumed their name. The Road Ahead As the ton waits with bated breath, one question lingers: will Genevieve defy societal expectations to follow her heart, or will the pressure to conform prove too great? This author cannot predict the outcome, but one thing is certain: the path ahead for Miss Snowthorne and her humble suitor is fraught with peril and intrigue. Rest assured, dear reader, that this author will keep you informed of every twist and turn in this most unexpected and riveting romance. Will love conquer all, or will the weight of society's disdain crush this fragile bloom? Only time will tell. Yours Truly, Lady Whistledown

Would this be something you would read as a Fanfic? Please enlighten me with your likes <3

[shyfairies]

Hello! Hope you are doing well! I would love to get a male romantic matchup from you.

So, about me. I am a very shy, introverted girl. I usually go out of my way to avoid social interactions and at times I freeze when I have to go up to talk to someone I don't know very well. But that dosent mean I hate socialising! I get chatty with the people I'm closest with but I still prefer alone time more than anything. I've been told I'm a very sweet but very sensitive person, i also cry very easily. My hobbies are crocheting, reading and listening to music. I have my headphones on so often that I definitely see hearing loss in my future. I'm daydreamer and I zone out a lot of the time, I'm also very introspective and self aware which is my own personal downfall.

My physical attributes:

Female

160cm

I have an hourglass figure

I have long dark brown hair

Hazel eyes

When looking for a partner, I guess I'm looking for someone who is confident and a people person, someone who will balance me out in that regard. Someone who I can read with and talk about anything. Someone who will take the time off day to really listen to me and share their inner most thought with me.

Thank you so much if you take up my request! I really appreciate it!

i match you with...♡

☆Jonathan Joestar☆

i felt deep in my soul that i needed to match you with jonathan

he thinks its so cute that you're shy

i think he's the perfect amount of people person to go with your shyness

when you guys are out in public together he will do all the talking for you

most definitely will order your food for you (and pay ofc)

he's a gentleman!

he loves that he can just wrap you up in his arms, the size difference makes his heart melt

loves loves loves to sit and read with you

even if he loses interest in his book and ends up just looking at you the whole time instead

he just thinks you're the most attractive person in the world

uses petnames like sweetheart, dear, and my beloved

will sit next to you and listen to you talk for hours while gazing at you with the most pure look of love in his eyes

everyone can tell how in love he is with you just from looking at how he looks at you

he'd totally be into slow dancing

wants you to teach him how to crochet (he'd be terrible at it)

would probably only be able to make chains lmao

but he loves to try just so he has an excuse to be with you

he wants you to crochet him a sweater but it takes you forever because he's literally huge

loves to ask what you're daydreaming about

he just wants to know what's on your mind!

when he notices you're sad, he'll come up to you and just hold you, he'll let you cry in his shoulder for as long as you need to, gently caressing your back and kissing the top of your head

SO LOYAL

wants to try to make you breakfast in bed

the toast might be a little bit burnt but you can tell he put effort into it

puts your life before his

you're his world

he is a VERY affectionate man and loves to cuddle

if you're okay with physical touch, he will probably hold you all night long

very much a big spoon, but also enjoys when you full on lay on top of him

will talk you to sleep

he is your biggest supporter and will support you in everything you do

would definitely propose to you like... pretty early on😭

he is SURE he is going to marry you

and honestly, he would be the most faithful, loyal, and loving husband you could have

like seriously you will always be taken care of

lowkey would spoil you so hard🤭

p.s. SORRY THIS WAS SO SAPPYYY😭❤️

[loveletterstomoralton]

dear Orel,

I love you so much it makes my heart hurt . every waking moment makes me wish I were with you , I wish you were with me. every blink , every crack of my joints , all of it . words can't express how much I absolutely adore you with all the bones in my body , all the butterflies in my gut , and all the thoughts in my brain . your laugh is like honey born out of the purest of comb . It's so sweet of nectar . i smile just thinking about it , and literally everything about you makes me feel drunk with love . I don't even know what to say .

I love you , my hazel-haired starboy . ♡

💌

[existential-life-crisis]

☆ Get to know me :) (updated)☆

Hi! A bit of info to start with: I'm a minor; a lesbian; and a cis girl (she/her).

Ethnicity and language

I live in England and currently only speak English fluently however I am currently studying both French and German! (German is definitely my favourite of the 2)

Subjects and Interests

My favourite subjects are Maths and Classical Civilisation but I enjoy most subjects. (Lessons can still suck tho bc dam some teachers can be boring)

I enjoy drawing, playing games, reading (books and fics), listening to music and watching youtube.

Video games

I have a few favourite games at the minute:

• Hades

• Horizon: Zero Dawn and Forbidden West

• Genshin Impact

Finished games I still love:

• Astro Bot (its a vr game abt a little robot)

• Spiderman PS4

• Spiderman PS5 Miles Morales

• Portal 1 and 2 ♡♡♡

I am also 100% a completionist so if I finish a game I probably have 100% on it.

Reading

My fav books are everything Rick Riordan but i plan to read some other stuff as well soon.

My fav characters from the main series are Nico, Leo, Frank and Lester/Apollo but I do love pretty much all of the main cast. I haven't read Magnus Chase or Kane Chronicles since I was a kid so I'm gonna reread those before deciding favourites but I think they were Alex and Carter. Also, in love with all of the side characters even if they are 90% hc.

My fav canon ships/friendships are

• solangelo (Will x Nico)

• percabeth (Percy x Annabeth)

• frazel (Frank x Hazel) (But I do hc that either Frank was younger or Hazel was older bc the age gap was a bit strange in canon, being 13 and 16. Its a bit inconsistent , as all ages are in PJO, but if time works normally Hazel should be 14 and therefore definitely older than Nico too but thats a topic for another time)

• shelper (or shipper as I like to call them) (Shel x Piper)

• Lost trio (platonic)

• PJO trio (platonic) (Grover my baby, why must they always forget you)

• Lester and Meg (I dont think i have to say this but platonic) (please say I don't have to say that. No one ships that right)

• Reyna and Thalia (platonic) (omg let aroace characters exist in peace) (no hate if u ship it but my gods)

Fanon ships/friendships

• Valgrace (Leo x Jason) (but aroace Leo is still amazing)

• Pollen (Apollo x Darren) (Is this entirely about Dear Reader by wrongcaitlyn? Yes. Do I care? Nope. Am I insanly invested in their relationship? Oh absolutely.)

• Nico and Leo (platonic) (This had no reason to not be canon and had every reason to be and I will never forgive Rick for this until he fixes it)

• Frank and Leo (platonic) (I swear every book they would fix their relationship and then as soonas the next one starts they would hate each other again)

• Nico and evey side character ever (platonic) (especially year round campers) (bc hes genuinely just a nice guy)

• Will and Clarrise (platonic) (this is kinda canon but all we really know is that he can calm her down)

Feel free to ask for fic recs if u want them.

Music

My fav music artist is 'Grandson'. (He writes rock/alternative/indie/rap (?) music often about political/social/personal issues.)

But I listen to tons of other kinds of music too from metal to pop to instrumentals by a ton of different artists:

• Måneskin (italian rock band)

• Polyphia (instumental, primarily guitar, math rock)

• Chappell Roan (yk who that is)

• Chase Atlantic (u have probably heard at least 1 of their songs, pop/alternative/indie/r&b)

• Dutch Melrose (alternative/indie/pop)

• Mother Mother (yk who that is right?)

• Eminem (right?)

• MSI (punk/alternative/rock)

And a whole lot more

I also play guitar (acoustic and electic).

TV

Loveeee Spiderman: Into and Across the spider verse.

My fav characters are Miles, Hobie, Pavitr, Spidernoir and Gwen but I love all of them.

Shows:

• Avatar the Last Airbender

• The Legend of Korra

• Batman: the animated series

• Voltron :)

Beliefs

Im an atheist but I support people of all religions. I support Palestine. I am left liberal (again I'm British so keep that in mind, I know nothing abt US politics besides the basic/well known stuff). I believe in equal rights for all groups and am open to other ideas and perspectives.

If you cant respect that then please get of my page. You don't have to agree with me but you do have to respect me and others.

Thats all for now.

Byeee ♡♡♡

[ch4rryc0smos]

─ HEY.ᐟ

╰── call me hazel or haze, or whatever it is your heart desires ⁞ any ⁞ cancer ⁞ infj ⁞ linh cinder + evan hansen kinnie ⁞ devout writer hitting my thirteen year mark next year ⁞ preacher of love and human spirit ⁞ astronomy and biology + literature nerd ⁞ biggest nature lover out there ⁞ chronic people watcher and enjoyer of the mundane ♡

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄, 𝐲𝐞𝐬?

⌕ media ➼ ultraman: rising, voltron: legendary defender, the dragon prince, genshin impact, honkai star rail, formula one, shatter me, marble hornets, the lunar chronicles, sally face, obey me, supa strikas, alien stage, call of duty, tokyo revengers, dear evan hansen, the mandela catalogue, vita carnis, local58, cells at work, hamilton, challengers.

⌕ music artists ➼ flawed mangoes, lor, hozier, paris paloma, bon iver, sleep token, billie eilish, voilá, sydney rose, conan gray, gracie abrams, ben platt, jade lemac, james marriott, novo amor, jorge rivera-herrans, chloe ament.

⌕ likes ➼ reading, writing, psychology, biology, literature, history, anthropology, autumn, cats, foxes, deep conversations, people watching, planetariums, flower crowns, the human spirit, the night sky.

⌕ dislikes ➼ heights, arthropods, loud noises, narrow-mindedness, dishonesty, extreme temperature, arrogance, people who do not take accountability, snobby people.

⌕ passions ➼ anarchy, biology, literature, linguistics, history, art in every form, humans, anthropology, sociology, psychology, astronomy, media that tears your heart out, writing to one's heart's content.

⌕ hobbies ➼ writing, reading, moodboard-making, planning, organising, proof-reading, editing, people-watching, loving life to the best of my ability, loving.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 .ᐟ

⭔ — i would love to go on to study psychology or literature! it's in my plans actually.

⭔ — in the future, if i remain in the country i live in, i intend to move in with a friend and get two cats <3 it's not something big, perhaps, but in my heart, it is.

⭔ — wanted to learn how to crochet at some point. i sing a bit, not great, just because i like to. my friends like it!

⭔ — cancer sun, virgo moon, and gemini rising! i have some taurus placements, if i'm not mistaken, that is.

⭔ — i'm asian but get mistaken for every other nationality EVER. also my accent is apparently a mix of aussie + british, so that's something to add onto it.

⭔ — on the topic of accents, i'm an auditory learner, so if i listen to an accent enough, i can practically pick it up, i did that with scottish a while back.

⭔ — i've got three favourite colours, well, i like colours, i like life, but i love navy blue, cherry red (is it obvious?), and forest green, they're so ♡

⭔ — big emotion girl, i get them intense, i'm not normal about anything in life, it's too wondrous, and we're too special to be "normal". we're literally made of dying stars, isn't that wonderful?

⭔ — since i can't draw, i'll probably write [including drabbles/imagines & oneshots, maybe even series'] for my f/o's! and i'm not sure if my s/i's will have different names, but that could happen, also couldn't, it just depends. :')

⭔ — i have oc x canon ships, in genshin. although, also a lot of lore, so it would take a while to explain. :') maybe one day i can and will!

⭔ — uh i actually have gad, social anxiety, and ptsd, just saying, i'm an anxious girl, and silly. i'm silly. please let me be :')

⭔ — i'm also a major overthinker & maladaptive daydreamer, and a bit awkward when it comes to social interactions, so i might take some time to reply to asks! sometimes i'm too burnt out to reply to things, or can go on indefinite hiatuses, so beware. :')

⭔ — asks, likes, and some interaction will probably happen from @wordsfromawiltingsoul, as that is my main! :') just a heads up ♡‌‌

⭔ — dni; xenophobe / proshipper / bigot / basic dni criteria

[ ch4rryc0smos © 2024 ]

[godnectar]

Why not both but different spellings?

-Hazel

because I get easily confused 😞😭

[zellia-rambles]

~♡MASTERLIST♡~

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"Agar silaturahmi tidak terputus, pinjam dulu seratus"

-- Someone on the Internet

--NEW AND UPATED MASTERLIST--

Heyyy :>

FANDOMS: - Lego Monkie Kid - Cookie run (both ovenbreak and kingdom!) - Harry Potter (I mostly love POA, cause DEAR GOD-) - Lackadaisy - Genshin (I'm still weak into this fandom) - TADC (why not) - Lego DreamZzz - Murder Drones - Lolirock - Winx

OCs: (Italic means it's not available yet) - Hazel Dragon - Hazelnut Choco Cream Cookie - Hazel Lavea - Zezey Anne - Hayelette Layui - Naze Antari - Serial Designation Z - Artia - Vera

LMK Stuff: - The Singer an her supportive simian - Relationship Chart - Indonesian Rant #1 - Hazel's powers! - Boba plush - Oc Heights (somehow not all ocs..) - Birthday art - Screenshot edit 1 - Other oc doodles (not all) - Collab with Kejli - Understand my ship in 5 minutes - Hazel's interaction with Rainbow - Hazel's fun facts - Hazel meets Star and Xin yi

CRK stuff: Soon Harry Potter stuff: Soon Lackadaisy Stuff: Soon TADC stuff: soon Genshin Stuff: Soon DreamZz Stuf: Soon

Other Stuff: Later ;)

~Links~ Pronouns Page others soon cuz I'm lazy

also, don't mind me if I had too much reblogs

[hernakedmuse]

Speaking in Tongues

Part V (I think)

Disclaimer: it's inappropriate and Timothée is entering his dark daddy era (thank you @meetmyothersouls )

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Minka's POV

"It was just Hayden darling, nothing to start a commonwealth war about." The moment I got off the phone with Hayden and returned to me and Timothée's bubble, I was in for a lecture.

He wasn't the timid boy I met at Houdini's Mansion in Laurel Canyon. 

Something offset a possessive gene in him, I'm not going to lie, his unstable covetous dominance is very attractive. 

Right now, he was sitting on the edge of his messy bed in just his sweatpants that hung low on his thin hips. I could see the top of public hair and it was distracting. His curls were messy due to my tugging and our tossing. His eyebrows that are aesthetically pleasing are even dominant, almost a unibrow but not quite, that with his nose have an arabesque quality, very beautiful. I watched his jaw clench, showing off his high cheekbones, a Capricorn trait.

"He wants you. Everyone knows that.' He emphasized every word, as he spoke with his hands. 

"How do you know it's not one of the many Hollywood rumors?" I countered.

"Chouchou, people in our circles have told me." He smirked without humor in his Hazel eyes. 

"They're mistaken, we're just good friends and I help him with Rose." Briar Rose Christensen is Hayden's adorable six year old daughter, by Rachel Bilson. She barely acknowledges her daughter sadly but Hayden doesn't seem to mind, he's sweetly selfish with his child who adores him. I love her, and help spoil her. I buy everything in sight for a child for her, we've been to Disneyland and Knotts, I've taken her to Camelot in Buena Park too. People seem to think it means I'm seeing Hayden but I'm not. 

We've acted together intimately, he has asked me out once but I turned him down, I didn't want to ruin our friendship.  He's gotten over me.

Timothee isn't convinced.

"Come here, we're putting a pause on this discussion. But that doesn't mean it's over." His voice had an end of discussion tone. I obediently made my way over to him and he pulled me down in his lap, hands tightly gripping my waist as he rubbed his nose against my chest and sighed. I tenderly brushed my fingers through his soft ringlets.

I felt his bones melt as I massaged his scalp. This feels more intimate than a night and morning of passion. "I'm sorry, I know I'm being toxic and I know you didn't expect anything but a hookup, but chouchou, there's a connection I feel with you and I'm going to  risk looking like an idiot and say that there's definitely something more."

My heart pounded in my chest, my stomach was being eaten like it was wool to moths. I know it's fast but I've always had a thing for him so this was like a fantasy come to life. I stroked his cheek tenderly with my thumb, he has such a pretty face.

"You can totally call me a psycho and tell me to beat it if you want." He said this but his hands squeezing me tighter said others, there was no way I was leaving this lap anytime soon. 

"What does chouchou mean?"

He groaned "don't tease me Minka–"

"Oh so you do know my name!" I joked.

"Yes of course, and it's the most beautiful name I've ever had the pleasure of hearing. But you're so precious and deserve many names, not just one." He kissed my throat and then the top of my breasts, sending shivers through my body. "Many things, it's a term of endearment, like my pet, my dear, my darling, and comparable to a little baubles or chachki."

I bit my lip and stroked behind his ear, emitting a shiver from him. "Like I'm your little pretty bauble, or trinket?"

His hands cupped my curvaceous ass pulling me impossibly closer. "Something Like that."

"I like that…I like you, I feel the connection too, koza." I kissed behind his ear before moving my lips down to his neck. He gripped my waist with a moan.

He tugged down his sweats a little more to release his bobbing cock, and then lifted my hips, before thrusting his thick, long length  up inside of me.

Thank God he got me ibuprofen because I'd still be sore. What am I saying? Like that would stop me. I rode him until I forgot my own name and only remembered his.

 

We made love four more times before taking a nap. I woke up after twenty three minutes and cooked us something to eat. I made us crispy chicken fettuccine Alfredo, with a lot of Trebbiano wine in the sauce and a little bit of truffle oil. I poured a glass to drink. It wasn't bad, a Trebbiano D'Abruzzo by Citra. It's soft, dry, and pleasantly floral with a crisp, citrus finish. I made a broccoli and prosciutto salad to go with the late lunch. I walked around his house with my glass of Trebbiano, it wasn't too personal of a house since he lives mostly in New York. 

I frowned thinking of what I'd do without him when he was in the big apple. Not even twenty four hours and this man has got me wounded with a cupid's arrow. But I've never felt such a strong connection. I wore his Bauhaus t-shirt smelling it, he smells so good oh God. There's just something so specifically Timothée about it.

Suddenly music played through the speakers throughout the house, modern r&B. I felt his presence before he entered the room, then the warmth of his chest pressed into my back and his arms enveloped my waist. I closed my eyes and was reminded of the soreness in my cunt.

I laid my hand on his wrist pressing myself closer as he kissed my neck. I wordlessly handed him the Trebbiano and he finished the rest. "It smells good, you're cooking for me?"

I nodded.

"No one's ever cooked for me before. " He said as felt my thighs. "Except my mom of course."

"Really?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, you have to remember the majority of my relationships are for work so the sentimentality is lost."

Ah yes, the woes of being an actor. "But any secret relationships?" He had me melted against his chest in his arms . He shook his head. "Too busy and I'm not very popular." He laughed.

I scoffed. "You're a liar, magazine's call you a sex icon." 

"Yeah well if I wasn't famous and put into the position I think I wouldn't have so many admirers."

I rolled my eyes. "Koza, that's crazy talk." I turned around in his arms and placed my hands on his naked chest, I looked up into his eyes seductively paired with a smirk, I knew he couldn't look away from my very full lips and the natural nearly heart shaped beauty mark at the corner of my lips. His eyes turned a fog green when he was horny, I noticed. "Handsome, let me tell you. You look exactly like the type of boys I went for when I wasn't going for girls." He swallowed, causing his Adam's apple to bob. "Lanky, skinny, big hand, perry Farrell kind of charmer" I pushed him onto the sofa and straddled him. "And I know you have no idea who that is, but baby let me tell you that's my type and that is such a good thing." I licked his chest up his neck and he whimpered. I rubbed my pussy against his cock before I was flipped over and he slammed into me in one motion.

My eyes widened and I gasped, feeling like a well chewed squeak toy. His thrusts were dangerously deep and wickedly slow. I stared up into his eyes boldly as I released cries of Rapture and squeezed around his endowment.  His eyebrows furrowed as he glared into my eyes with burning heat. I screamed in ecstasy as we didn't look away, we just stared and let go and it was so intimate.

He came in me again and I felt alive, it felt like waves crashing against the rocks of a cliff, but fuck. "Shit, Tim, I told you I'm not on-"

He kissed my lips quiet. When I was light headed he pulled his mouth off of me. I opened my mouth to speak and he slowly pulled out and slapped my ass. "Let's go eat, you took my energy." 

"Tim–"

"Let's eat."

I knew I wasn't going to be able to get through not now, so I got up with his help and he pulled me to his lovely kitchen.

We ate until we couldn't move and he told me I cook better than  anyone he's ever eaten from. I was too happy to care about the cum dripping down my leg.

@sufferingstarlight @meetmyothersouls

[pr41sethemoon]

My Flower | Danny Wagner x Reader ☽

//: Just a cute lil idea that randomly came to my mind before I fell asleep. Plus I’m a sucker for soft Danny content so I mean…why not.

Pairing: Danny x Reader

Word Count: 946

Warnings: Some nice lil fluff or whatever (ehe)

Song Here: ♡

|Sorry in advance if any errors|

The tour has finally come to an end, which means Danny is back home. Throughout tour, Danny would send you little gifts from each country and state they’d traveled to. As much as you loved all the gifts he’d gotten you, you couldn’t help but feel bad. You were a terrible gift giver, and it was hard to find things he might like or want. Danny would always remind you “Don’t get me anything, I already have everything I want.” To which you would sit there and pout about.

This time was different, you have eventually found something he may find special. You gently woke him up from his sleep, brows slightly furrowing in his sleep. His opens one of his hazel eyes, squinting at you, and his dark hair ruffled all over the place. You just told him that you wanted to show him something, but he had to go to the kitchen first. After a moment he tiredly got out of bed.

You stood behind Daniel, on your tip toes as you covered his eyes. You were leading the blind as the both of you shuffled down the hall toward the kitchen.

You smile small, brows furrowing at the same time “You better not be peaking.”

“Y/N, you’re covering my eyes, I’m not – “Daniel’s tired balance made him bump his hip into the end table in the hall. “Oww.” He grunts as he rubs his hip.

You tried to hold back your laughter, but you couldn’t help it. “I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” trying to conceal your laughs behind him.

“Oh yeah totally, nothing but a broken hip, am I right Y/N?” The sarcasm laced in his tone made another giggle escape from you. He stretched his arms out, so he could feel his surroundings. “Now I have to do this for my safety since you have a poor sense of direction.” He chuckles at his own joke.

You nudge his back gently with your shoulder “Hush, it was an accident.”

He chuckles more “I know baby, I’m just teasing.”

As you both walk into the kitchen, you step from behind him “Keep those eyes closed, Wagner.” You snap to him before walking over to the table.

He stood there with his hands in the pockets of his sweats, eyes still closed “Whatever you say boss.”

You gather the gift into your arms and walk toward Daniel to stand in front of him. You clear your throat “Okay, you can open them.”

Danny opens his eyes, immediately seeing a bouquet of flowers being thrusted into his view. His hazel eyes going big, looking between you and flowers. “Oh Y/N, are these are for me?” he asks.

The bouquet was a beautiful and special one you had made for him. The flowers were tulips that were pale blue and white, white wrapping on the outside with silky ribbon tied around the it.

“Y-yeah, I got them from that little florist shop we always passed by, y’know, with those pretty peonies in the spring, remember?” you asked.

Danny’s cheeks visibly going pink, he smiles small “Yeah I remember.” He says softly as he examines the flowers. “Baby, these are beautiful.”

The smile plastered on your face was sheepish, only feeling slightly nervous “You like them?” your belly felt like there was a bunch of tiny butterflies in it.

“Of course I do, they are gorgeous.” He says softly as he steps closer to you, pulling you close with his free arm, he’s going in for a kiss.

You quickly put your hand up to block him. Feeling his lips lightly brush your palm. “Wait!” You scramble to pull a little envelope from your pocket on your pajama pants “I have a note for you too.”

Danny looks down at the little envelope, his brow arched as he takes it from you. You watch as he gently tears open the envelope, trying to be as gentle as he can with it. It makes you chuckle at how delicate he’s being. Finally getting the note out and opening it up, he’s reading the following.

Dear Daniel,

You made it through a year of touring, congratulations! Though I could not be there with you for the whole ride physically, but I know you still rocked. I am very proud of you too. Not only with the beautiful music you’ve created with the boys or how much you’ve accomplished. Proud of the person you’re becoming, growing day by day. I am nothing but happy for you. I love and appreciate you always. You’re blooming into a beautiful flower, my sweet. My Flower.

Love, Y/N. ~

P.S. Get it…that’s what the flowers are for…you’re the flowers.

Danny couldn’t help but roll his eyes and chuckle at the last part, but he could feel his eyes burning “Y/N.” He says softly.

Your heart swelled just looking at him You move closer to him to give him a big hug, giving his waist a tight squeeze “Danny no, cause if you cry, I’ll cry!” you said against his chest.

He groans “I’m not! It’s the flowers, I have allergies.” He shakes his head as he sets the flowers and note onto the counter. The both of you laugh as he pulls you close to him. “Thank you so much, I love this.” He wraps his arms around as he leans down to give you a sweet kiss on the lips. “And I love you.” He says softly before giving you another peck.

You smile up at him, one arm around his neck as your other hand cups his cheek “Love you too.”

Yeah, he loved your gift.

FIN.

[roalinda]

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a small piece of my mafia boss Sirius and drag queen James.

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"Is this charred face up to your standards, dear-heart?"purred James before lying down on his stomach on the expensive linen sheets carelessly, seductive and expectant, a bold smirk dancing on his lips.

He leaned his head on one elbow, long strands of red hair disheveled, erotic and painful to look at at, reminding Sirius of slaughter and betrayal.

"I would be happy to serve you if you find me worthy enough," hummed James, bittersweet with a distant flicker of hatred shining in his hazel eyes.

"Tear me apart, love. Do it limb by limb. Butchering the innocent is your favourite pastime, after all."

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