#Happy Sapphic Noises

[marthafanaamay]

Sapphic Amiter Fanart

It's been FOREVER since I've tried drawing fanart, but I just need more fanart of these two! So, I might as well try myself. Here is a pic of Evelyn (deadname: Hunter) putting together her first girly out fit. And Amity being an adorable hopeless lesbian in the corner at Evelyn's new look.

[barghest-arts]

Modern Prometheus.

[sunflowerwinds]

this love [h.c] | chapter four

summary: after the events of last night, you’re living in bliss with hazel: sharing secret kisses and gentle touches. you and hazel try a few new things. when isabel catches the two of you, an unsettling realization comes into play.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: a lot of affection, blushy adorable sapphics, smut — fingering (r! receiving), discussions about homophobia, inexperienced! reader, knight! hazel is forever going to be the death of me.

word count: 6.1K

a/n: first post of the new year! i’m so incredibly sorry for the delay for this guys. life has been so insanely weird lately and i missed writing my sweet girls <3 new year’s resolution to try and post a lot more for yall. enjoy my loves ♥︎

‘this love’ masterlist

Time is sacred.

You never paid attention to time until Hazel. It either froze or went by entirely too fast when you were with her. Especially now that your relationship with her was anything but professional. Yes, of course, you were both extremely careful with how you acted towards one another when Isabel or any of the guards were around. Keeping your distance but stealing longing glances until you rounded a corner where there wasn’t a soul in sight and kissed until you couldn’t breathe.

The first week of being with her like this was indescribable. You never knew you could experience this amount of happiness within yourself. Though it took a few days for you both to become comfortable with yourselves.

The first day was on edge. You awoke that next morning to Hazel’s perfectly sculpted face pressed into your velvety pillows to match your title as royalty. As you stared at her cupid's bow, an uncomfortable amount of guilt settled within you.

What would your mother think? What would Isabel think? What would the kingdom think if they found out the princess was in fact more different than they thought. That was you were a sapphic and would not want to be wed to a prince, but instead a woman that was a knight.

You were afraid. Heart-aching, soul-crushing, overwhelmingly afraid for the future.

But the moment Hazel opened her eyes and sent you a tired smile in your direction, you felt a wave of relief flush over you.

“Morning, princess,” Hazel spoke through a stretch and a yawn.

“Morning,” you reply shyly as you brushed your tousled hair out of your face.

“Are you okay?” Hazel hesitantly raised a hand to caress your puffy cheeks from your well-rested slumber.

You can’t help but lean your cheek into her warm yet slightly calloused palm.

“Yeah. I’m just thinking.” You respond truthfully to her question.

Hazel caressed the apple of your cheeks, watching as the beam from the windows highlighted the back of your head to reveal your frizzy hairs. A bright angelic halo of sorts.

“About last night?”

You nod as it was true but there was so much more. Your half-truths were weighing on your chest uncomfortably.

“What happens now?” You question as you’ve never experienced anything of the sort.

Hazel shakes her head as she continues to caress the side of your cheek.

“Let’s just stay in the moment. It’s gentle here with you, princess.” Hazel whispers with nothing but kindness in her voice.

You simply smile tiredly and inch yourself more into her if that was even possible. You could feel her abdomen pressing into your own through the thin material of her shirt. Your arms are close to your chest as she continues to caress your face with delicacy.

A beat passed before you heard a soft knock at your bedroom door. You sat up with a jolt at the noise, practically snapping your neck to look at Hazel who, too, had a panicked expression on her face.

“Who is it?” You call out as you run a hand over your frizzy bed hair.

“Isabel! Remember? You wanted to talk about Hazel this morning.?” Isabel’s confused and muffled voice flowed through the door.

No. You, in fact, had not remembered. You were too busy kissing and snuggling Hazel.

Hazel mouthed to you with a cocky smile on her face; “me?”

You silently shush her with a playful shove to her shoulder as you shake your head. Hazel placed a kiss on your shoulder as she chuckled quietly at your embarrassed flushed cheeks.

“Isabel, can you meet me in the dining room? I’m not… presentable at the moment.” You nervously laugh, fiddling with a loose strand on your elegant covers.

Another beat of deafening silence.

“Alright. How long will you be?” Isabel sounded extremely hesitant from behind the door.

Guilt settled in your gut. You were going to tell her eventually. Maybe. You weren't sure if it was worth the risk. Yes, Isabel had never once showed you any sort of aggression or hatred towards anything but you never knew how someone could be when you revealed that you were, in fact, a sapphic.

“Only ten minutes. I promise.” You assure her, glancing at Hazel who seemed a bit weary.

“I'll be in the dining room then,” Isabel borderline mumbles through the door.

Once you heard her footsteps recede past your bedroom and down the lengthy hallway, you let out a sigh of relief. One of your hands pressed over your rapid-beating heart to try and relax your anxious thoughts. Hazel was about to tease you about how you were going to be talking about her with Isabel but as soon as she noticed your shaking hands, it was no longer amusing.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Hazel’s voice whispers as she notices how hard your breathing became. Her hand gently caresses at the side of your face.

“I-I don’t know what I’m going to tell her, Hazel. She’d—“

“You don’t have to tell her anything if you don’t want to. She is not obligated to know, princess.” Hazel assured you.

You shook your head before replying; “she’s my friend. I trust her.”

“I understand. If you wish to tell her, that is okay with me but,” Hazel licked her lips as she paused her words to try and find the right ones. “Are you going to be okay with it? With any sort of reaction that could happen after you tell her; bad or good?”

Yes, for the good. No; for the bad. Your mind was flipping back and forth. You were about ninety percent certain that Isabel would be okay with you and you and Hazel’s relationship. That small percentage of the gut-wrenching possibility that she could despise you forever was holding you back from saying ‘yes’.

“I won't tell her. Yet, at least.” You said simply.

“And that’s okay.” Hazel’s gentle tone reassured your buzzing anxiety.

You nod slowly, a smile spreading onto your face. Hazel’s lips curled as well, leaning forward to kiss your cheek softly.

After reluctantly getting out of the bed, though Hazel’s lips were a painful temptation, you met up with Isabel in the dining room for breakfast. Linda and Nina cooked you and Isabel eggs with slices of bread on the side with a few choices of homemade jams from the fruits growing in the garden.

Hazel had to have been in the knights quarters by now as you kissed her goodbye before making your way to lie to your only friend. Isabel had already begun spreading the blueberry jam onto the wheat bread with an excited look on her face.

“What happened in the garden?” Isabel questioned.

“Um, well,” you start as you pick at your over-easy eggs to try and remember what you and Hazel had come up with, “we kind of got into an argument about why she was upset with me. We talked it out and now we’re all good. I think we’re closer now because of it.”

Yeah, her tongue in your mouth ‘close’.

Isabel nodded along before tilting her head with furrowed brows. “What exactly did you two talk about?”

“It was nothing really. We’re okay now is all that matters.” You emphasized to the honey haired beauty.

Isabel seemed to not really believe what you were saying and you were internally panicking and hoped that she would move on. Thankfully, she just nodded and continued to eat brunch with you. She moved on to tell you that she enjoyed seeing her family so much that she was hoping to be able to leave the palace on her own to stay with them for a few more days.

“Bel, oh my god. Of course,” your eyes soften at her beaming eyes.

God, it was eating at you how you could lie to someone as incredibly sweet as she was.

“Okay,” she said through giddy laughter as she took a bite of her slice of bread, “I’ll pack clothing for the trip after breakfast. Thank you so much.”

“What did I tell you about the ‘thank you’s?” You raised your eyebrows at her, pointing at her with a fork.

“I know, I know. I just…” Isabel sighed as she looked like she was stuck on her words. Her eyes were following all across your features and it caused you to mess with your flyaway hairs subconsciously.

“What?” You let out a soft chuckle, avoiding her eyes.

“You seem brighter today.” Isabel admits with a sweet smile.

Another stab to the heart. This really wasn’t going to be easy on you, was it?

A few days followed and you grew more and more comfortable with being this intimate with the charming knight. The kisses were heavier and the touches lingered for longer.

This beautiful morning, you forced yourself to get up from the safe space of the soft bed and got ready for the day. Hazel strangely enough kept her distance from you as you got ready on your own. Isabel was still in town with her family so the palace was eerily empty; other than the knights, of course.

You brushed it off as this was probably just as new to her as it was to you. Two women being intimate like this wasn’t unheard of but it was drastically shamed upon. The thought of the two of you being exposed to the public struck an inexplicable amount of fear through you.

As you slipped on the dress, you watched her through the mirror as she stood up from the bed. You tensed up as her hands reached out to carefully tug on the ropes of the corset in the back. You sucked in a deep breath Hazel’s fingers grazed against the bare skin of your back.

“Is this okay?” Hazel’s whispers.

You simply nod, a very obvious blush on your cheeks as she ties the corset portion off to secure the fabric onto your body. Hazel traces the stitching before retracting her hands to smile at you through the mirror.

“You are beautiful, princess.” Her tone was genuine as her eyes fell to the sage green material of your corset portion of your dress.

“You are a charmer, Hazel,” you reply, trying to hide how much that lifted your spirit.

Hazel chuckled at your deflection of her compliment as she already knew how you were.

“And you are stubborn.” Hazel leaned forward to place a feather-soft kiss onto the crook of your neck.

The gesture caused the faintest of gasps to leave your lips before turning around to face her fully. You were met with her deep blue eyes staring into your own, a glint that was unrecognizable in hers.

“Would you teach me how to fight?” You change the subject, somehow suddenly remembering that she was a trained knight.

Hazel’s eyes narrowed for a moment in thought as you lean forward to scrunch up your nose in her face. Hazel copied your actions which caused you to smile adoringly at her.

“I think you could already put up a good fight so…” Hazel cleared her throat and jerked her head towards your bedroom doors. “Let’s go and test that theory, princess.”

You couldn’t believe she agreed so quickly. You had no experience whatsoever in any other kind of combat. The only thing you knew how to expertly do was disassociate when your parents scolded you.

“Wait, really? You’ll teach me?” You beamed excitedly at her words.

“Of course. Whatever my princess wants,” her tone deepened ever so slightly that caused shivers to run down your spine.

Hazel motioned towards the bedroom doors with a small smile as you hadn’t responded to her comment. All you could do was reciprocate the smile as you followed behind Hazel as she tugged open the door for you. She stood to the side with perfect posture as you walked past her, a soft ‘thank you’ leaving your lips.

You haven’t gotten any new news on how your parents were doing or if they had even arrived in the new country yet. You didn't care as much as you should but there wasn’t an ounce of guilt within you. You haven’t enjoyed yourself in such a long time and it was all thanks to Hazel. Oh, and of course your parents' obsession with giving you away to some random prince.

“What do you want to learn first?” Hazel questions as she walks side by side with you as you make your way to the back of the palace. “There’s sword fighting, hand-to-hand, archery— well that’s considered hunting more than anything but a skill nonetheless.”

“Well, what do you think I could be good at?” You ask curiously.

Sometimes you hated how you couldn't be inside of Hazel’s mind to see what she thought of you. When she looked at you, it seemed a lot more gentle than saying your parents were too. It intrigued you more than anything.

Hazel looked over at you with a smug smile before shaking her head. Damn her private thoughts.

“What?” You press with her a confused chuckle.

“How about we start with hand to hand combat, princess, yeah?” She completely dodged your question.

You would’ve minded a lot more but the way she tilted her head when she spoke to you made your head cloud with desire. You blush and nod at her suggestion. You followed her to the training area designated for the knights just outside of their quarters, eyeing the wooden set up of the swords.

There were a few bow and arrows and targets that were carved into wooden boards. Bow and arrows were more for hunting as you were told by your mother and father.

“How do we start?” You question as you stare out at the open area of grass.

“Before we start, we have to discuss the one ground rule.” Hazel cleared her throat, turning to you with a more serious expression. “The second you feel any sort of uncomfort or fear, you tell me immediately. Do not hesitate. I mean it, princess. It’s my job to protect you and make sure you’re okay.”

“I thought the job my father gave you was to keep me in line because I’m ‘stubborn’.” You quip with a cheeky grin.

“Well, he hasn’t been wrong about that, has he?” Hazel’s eyebrows rose at you.

You remained silent as you knew she got you there. Your stubbornness was evident in this very moment.

“Now, tell me you’ll say if you don’t want to do this anymore. Even if it's mid-fight, you tell me.” Hazel’s eyes bore into your own, your face heating up from the intensity of her deep blue gaze.

You nod, biting back your cheeky attitude to show you were serious about this as well.

“No. Words, princess.” Hazel shook her head.

“Yes, I will tell you.” You suck in a deep breath as you straighten your back.

“Good.”

Was it normal to be aroused by a voice? You asked yourself as she gently yet sternly spoke to you. You felt like you were going insane by wanting to have her instruct you how to do anything and everything.

Now being early summer, beads of sweat were forming at your hairline. Your hair was already into a singular ponytail, being held back by a piece of ribbon that was the same color as your corset portion of your dress. Your everyday dress clung tightly to your body, the flowy sleeves sending a breeze to up your arms with every movement. Hazel had half of her short hair tied up, the look suiting her quite well. You were afraid you would be distracted and get accidentally punched in the face.

“Now, when in combat, a lot of the time your opponent will try to throw you off guard but it's usually some form of punch,” Hazel explained as she slowly circled you.

“Okay, how do I do that?” You turn your head to follow her body.

“Do what?” Hazel blinked.

“Throw a proper punch.” Your eyes are wide with curiosity.

Hazel stopped her circling right in front of you with a soft smile.

“Hold your fists up for me, princess. Like this.”

Hazel demonstrated what your stance should be. You imitate her position, holding your fists straight outwards. She shook her head at you before reaching forward to adjust your arms so that your elbows were bent.

“There we go.” Her voice is calm before she holds up her palms. “Now take a hit at my hand. I need to see how hard you—“

You throw your fist forward to her palm with all the strength you can muster as she is still talking to you. Hazel stops talking to wince at your blow, shaking her hand out to ease the sting that followed throughout her palm and wrist.

You gasp and cover your mouth with both of your hands, muttering out soft apologies quickly. Your own knuckles burned slightly but all you could think about was how you hurt Hazel.

Hazel then chuckled as she shook her head as well, still shaking her hand. “That was good, princess. You are a lot stronger than you look. Hit me again.”

You froze as you noticed her pale cheeks were now slightly flushed as her smile grew. You take position once again as you throw the punch again to her other open palm. Hazel was tense as she urged you to throw the punch again and again and again.

Each blow felt… like a relief. All the pent-up annoyance and anger that was towards your parents for the past 20 years were being let out at the moment.

“You know, you could’ve been a knight if not a princess,” Hazel spoke up as she was finally giving her palms a rest from your slight aggression.

Your chest was panting softly as you too needed a small break, tilting your head at Hazel. A proud smile settled on Hazel’s face which caused you to reciprocate with a tight-lipped grin.

“Really?” You shut one eye as the sun’s rays beamed onto your heated skin, slightly blinding you.

“With your strength, princess, absolutely.” Hazel leaned closer to you, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

Your initial reaction was to look around for anyone but you were still within your own walls of the palace. Just you and her able to enjoy each other's touch. Once this realization settled in, you carefully placed your lips onto hers; a ghost of a kiss even. You tested the waters to see if she even wanted to kiss you when you were all sweaty and out in broad daylight.

Hazel chased yours when you tried to pull away, her hands settling on your waist. It was a careless idea. You wanted to be careless as long as you could feel her lips on you.

“What are you doing to me?” Hazel pulls away to ghost her nose over yours.

Her words were desperate, begging for you.

“Distracting my opponent.” You reply as you allow your palms to rest on hers that were on your waist. They slid up her arms to her biceps to grab onto the muscle lightly.

“You're a vixen, princess.” Hazel lets out a pained sigh before grabbing onto your waist tighter to lock her lips with yours.

The word echoed in your mind. You had only heard it a few times within the literature you read. A vixen was a fierce and sexually attractive woman. Hazel had just admitted that she had thought about you in a sexual manner.

You had merely read about arousing actions. It was rare to find intense and erotic scenes in the fiction you read but when you stumbled upon a few pages of it, you felt ashamed to be absorbing something like that. All of it was centered around a man and a woman.

“Do you want to go to the library?” You hum as you back up slowly from Hazel.

Her brows furrow at your suggestion, having not expected you to say ‘library’ of all places. Her demeanor switched as she knew the library was one of your favorite places in the palace; next to the garden and your bedroom.

“Are we done with practicing for the day?” Hazel questioned but she was taking gradual steps towards your backing away figure.

“I just want a little more… privacy, if that’s okay?”

Which had been code for ‘I want to devour you with no one around’. Hazel’s eyes eyed you up and down with only desire and admiration. Your panting chest and cheeky smile caused her to follow you without a doubt in her mind.

After all, you are her princess.

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” Hazel shook her head as she pointed at you with a smile just as giddy as your own.

You didn't deny her words but instead only continued to back away until you were speed-walking towards the library’s outside doors. Hazel was hot on your feet, a smitten chuckle leaving your lips as her hands chased after your waist. You let out soft giggles at her grip as you tug one of the door handles open to reveal the shelves of dusting books.

There in the far right, away from any big windows of sorts was a red velvet couch with gold lining. You eyed it curiously, waiting patiently for your knight. Hazel shut the door behind you as she peered out the window at the open field to make sure there was no one in the surrounding areas.

Once she made sure the two of you were okay, she turned to you who was already sitting on the couch waiting for her. You were sitting upright, staring up at her with wanting eyes.

“Can I ask you something, princess?” Hazel hummed as she traced a few spines of the books.

“Uh, yes?” You were confused but tilted your head to look at her side profile.

“Have you ever read erotica before?”

The question stunned you. Your eyes darted across the shelves in a panic as you in fact had read some hot erotica before. It had completely caught you by surprise the dirty words inked on the pages of some unknown romance novel. Yes, it was between a man and woman but the feeling it had given you ached in your lower regions.

“Only a few times, yes, but not many,” you admitted shyly.

“Is it arousing for you?” Hazel asked.

What is she leading up to?

Your nose scrunches up at the memory before replying with: “Not always. I feel the man gets a majority of the pleasure in most of them.”

Hazel merely hummed and nodded as you weren't wrong. However, it was painfully obvious as the ones who had read were in fact written by men. The pages were etched with descriptions of a man's ‘throbbing shaft’ and ‘reddening tip’ that had made your body cower in disgust.

“See, that’s the problem. There aren't many novels targeted for women.” Hazel now was inching over to you. You nod in agreement, still looking up at her with curious eyes. “The men usually treat the women like they’re nothing but a pretty face and something to control.”

”I’m pretty sure that’s most men in real life as well.” You add on, shaking your head.

Hazel now stood right in front of you, reaching a hand out to cup at your jaw gently. The motion made you freeze but allowed the touch with caution. Hazel’s rough thumb grazed over your lower lip, your breath hitching at the feeling.

“Will you let me make you feel good, princess?” Hazel’s voice was barely above a whisper, eyes locking with yours. “Show you what that should feel like?”

You almost responded with, ‘You already make me feel good’, but then you realized she meant like in the erotica: sexually.

“Yes.” You muttered in a trance, tilting your jaw up in hopes she would capture your lips in a kiss.

Just as you had hoped, she leaned downward to kiss you softly, both of her hands cupping the sides of your warmed face. Your palms slid down her arms as you allowed her to use her thumb to dig into your cheeks causing your mouth to open a bit. Her tongue swiped over your bottom one hungrily. The kisses only grew heavier as Hazel was now kneeling down to where you now had to lean yourself to chase her addicting lips.

Hazel pulled away for a moment to stare at your flushed face before attaching her lips to the underside of your jaw. You jump a little in surprise but the feeling of her sucking and tugging at your skin makes goosebumps rise and a wave of arousal flow through you. Your cunt pulsed needily in a way that’s never happened before.

“Hazel,” you whimpered as your hands were sliding up into the lower part of her makeshift half-up hair-do.

“You sound prettier than I ever could imagine, princess,” she mutters on the wet spot on your jaw, excitement rushing through her veins.

This caused you to smile shyly at the compliment, cheeks warming up. Hazel pulls away from the length of your jaw to admire how beautiful you are when you’re so desperate.

“How did you plan on making me feel good, my knight?” You question with a cheeky grin, using one of your hands to trace around her hairline.

But you never failed to make her just as desperate.

“Do you trust me?” Hazel took said hand into her own grasp, raising your hand to place ever so gentle kisses on your sore knuckles.

In a dazed, lust-driven state, you nod eagerly.

“Yes,” you whimpered out.

Hazel let go of your gentle hands to guide her own to the bottom of the skirt portion of your dress. You watch the charming knight with eager eyes to see what she is going to do. Her palms were pressing into the plush of your thighs underneath the skirt, the mystery of what she was planning on doing was driving you insane.

“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop and I will, okay?” Hazel’s warm palms were massaging the skin sensually, leaning down to kiss at your exposed knee.

“I don’t think I’ll want you to,” you admit with a soft chuckle as she kisses just a bit higher past your knee.

Hazel too chuckled but she shook her head: “Even so, you change your mind and you let me know immediately, princess. Okay?”

You nod and mutter an ‘okay’ back. Hazel sucked in a deep breath before inching her hands up to the waistband of the undergarments of your dress. Your breathing grew rapid as she began to tug the material down your thick thighs. Hazel watched your face for any sort of discomfort but you only appeared excited for what was to come.

You lifted your feet to allow her to remove them completely. It was an arousing thought to know you were bare for her underneath the skirt of the dress. You’d only ever worn them with your day-to-day dresses as you found them restricting but didn't want to risk accidentally revealing your bottom to the palace staff.

One of her hands tossed the white cotton shorts to the side as the other was at the crevice of your hip and thigh. Your eyes fluttered as her fingers teased on the outside of your aching lips. Your mouth fell open as she gently parted your legs, a breeze brushing past your wet pussy.

“Can I touch you here?” Hazel’s hands brushed past your pubic bone, just above where you were hoping she would touch the most.

“Please,” you breathed out, adjusting yourself to where you were more towards the edge of the couch.

Hazel hummed as she carefully dragged a single finger through your folds. You were practically dripping with arousal, the noise sending shivers down your spine. Hazel muttered a curse under her breath at the feeling of how warm you were. She switched to two fingers just teasing at your cunt. The obscene sound made her feel like she was the luckiest woman to exist to be touching you like this.

Hazel did something that almost made you moan out loud. She suddenly removed that hand from underneath your dress to take her glistening fingers into her mouth. The knight didn't hold back a moan at the taste, needing more of you. The moan causes your ego to boost to the highest extent and you whine at the loss of her attention.

“I could taste you forever,” Hazel groaned before leaning forward to kiss you passionately.

You whimper against her mouth as you get a hint of your arousal on her lips. It wasn’t as good as Hazel was making it out to be but it only made you wetter at the fact that she audibly moaned at the taste of your cunt.

Hazel’s hands pushed the clothing up your legs to rest right on your upper thighs to sneak one hand underneath the skirt. That same hand made its way to your aching core to slip her middle finger into you. You gasp softly, clenching down on her hand. The feeling was foreign but you strangely couldn't get enough of it.

“Does that feel okay, princess?” Hazel questions.

You hum to confirm with a nod of your head.

“Okay. I’m going to move now and you tell me if you want me to stop,” the blue-eyed knight informs you before placing a kiss on your cheek.

You can’t really focus on speaking at the moment. Hazel’s finger begins to pump slowly in and out of your pussy, the motion sending shocks right to your aching clit. This time the moan that leaves your mouth is loud, followed by a whine that you can’t even begin to describe as other than feral.

As Hazel’s arm began to move forward and back, you were gripping onto her toned shoulders as leverage. There was slight sweat forming at the base of your neck and spine. Before you knew it, your hips were rolling down onto the finger. Hazel encouraged you with soft kisses to your cheeks and jaw.

Hazel then slipped in her ring finger next to the middle inside of your warm walls, watching as your face contorted in pleasure. Your brows were furrowed and your jaw hadn’t picked up since she first touched your hip.

“How’s my princess doing?” Hazel pecked your lips.

“Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Hazel grinned at you.

You nod, too focused on how amazing her fingers are working into you to smartly comment like you usually would. They curl against a spot inside of you that erupts the loudest moan you’ve ever made to echo inside the library’s walls. Hazel presses her lips to yours eagerly; to both quiet you and kiss you.

Your abdomen was tightening up as her pace quickened. It felt like you had to pee. Were you going to pee on her?

“Hazel, it feels tight right here.” You place a hand over your stomach, panting as you try to explain the strange feeling.

“It’s okay. I got you, princess. Let go and it’s going to feel so good. Just like I said I would make you feel,” Hazel rushed out as her free hand was now rubbing circles across your untouched clit.

You trusted her so you listened to her words and continued to enjoy the intense feeling. The sound of Hazel’s discreet moans only drew you on. You arched your back into her as your head grew fuzzy as an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushed from your lower back to the tips of your toes.

Hazel’s voice was all you could hear, pressing gentle kisses onto every piece of exposed skin. Your chest heaved up and down slowly as you rode your orgasm out. Her words were not clear yet as you were trying to process what had just happened.

“Princess, can you talk to me, please?” Hazel’s hands were sliding your undergarments up your legs for you as you were coming back down from your high.

“You— What was that?” You chuckle as you shake your head, gradually sitting yourself upright.

“A little trick we learned in knight training,” Hazel joked as she kissed your quivering thighs.

You weakly pushed her shoulder but then tugged at the fabric as a silent ‘come here’. Hazel got the hint and leaned down to take your plush lips onto hers. You slowly kissed her with gentle hands caressing at her neck.

Her hands were resting at your hips, humming in a state of bliss with you.

The door opened causing you and Hazel to remove your lips from one another quickly. You attempted to appear as casual as possible but it was no use. You heard a gasp that left from someone’s lips causing you to look up to see Isabel with eyes wide in shock.

“I’m back from… seeing my family. I’ll leave you be, princess.” Isabel tried to back out of the room but you were quick to call out for her.

She never calls you princess. You're more than just the ‘princess’ to her.

“Bel, wait, please don’t go.” You take a step forward, urgency in your voice.

Isabel held her head down and pretended to not hear you, briskly walking out of your bedroom and allowing the door to shut behind her. You looked over at Hazel in a panic, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

“I have to go after her, Hazel.” You give her an apologetic look as you rush out of the room before you can even hear her response.

Isabel wasn’t down the hall as you expected but in fact, right outside the library’s door. She was nervously picking at her fingernails. Her eyes caught your own, widening at the sight of your nervous figure.

Neither of you spoke for a beat, eyes locked one another. You were frozen, afraid if you moved she would take off in a sprint to tell someone about what she saw you and Hazel were doing. The silence was deafening.

“So I guess that’s what you meant by closer,” Isabel finally spoke softly, clearing her throat as she tucked a flyaway back behind her ear.

Her words caused your brows to furrow until you looked at her to see her lips pursed into a smile.

“What?”: is all you’re able to reply with as you’re in shock.

“I always thought you had a liking towards her but definitely not that much of a liking,” Isabel joked once again.

Now, you were extremely confused. She was acting so normal about this. No snarky comments about how what you two were doing was unnatural or disgusting.

All you can do is reach forward to pull her into a hug. Isabel accepted the embrace with open arms as she allowed you to let out a soft cry against her shoulder. It’s been a while since you’ve shed genuine tears, especially around people. It was something that you had forced yourself to repress due to your fear of being seen as pathetic by your parents.

Every shout, every degrading comment, every lecture, every poke at you pricked at your tear ducts every time but you had forced yourself to hold back any sort of weakness. It would only lead to even more ridiculing.

“You don’t hate me?” You question through the sobs.

“You’re happy now. I could tell that day I left how much brighter you looked. That’s all I want for you,” Isabel pulled away to grab onto your hands lovingly, “she does make you happy, right?”

You let out a wet laugh, wiping your hot and damp cheeks with one hand.

“A scary amount.”

Isabel let out a soft laugh as well. Her face twisted into a serious expression, her face softening in a way that you’ve never seen before: fear.

“I am afraid for you two. If anyone in the palace finds out about your relationship, I can almost guarantee they will not be kind.” Isabel’s worried voice tells you and winces as she tells you something that shatters your heart: “I’m sorry to tell you this, too, but your parents are also coming home a month early. They should be here in two weeks. One of the knights that patrols the gates heard from a messenger. He informed me when I arrived back.”

You stare at Isabel not knowing what to say. You weren’t ecstatic. Why would you be? You and Hazel have barely shared a week together and now what could’ve been three months had shrunk to one.

Time is fleeting. Time is a new found enemy.

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[heartstringsduet]

Hello everyone and happy October. I guess I talked myself into writing a werewolf a/b/o fic 😂 Welp. hope some of you read it. Or maybe this will be a stays-in-the-docs-fic

The wolf listens to him with what looks like a smile, laying its head to one side, the other, ears twitching like he likes TK speaking even if the meaning doesn’t all translate.

It gives TK the sudden urge to run his hands through the fur, pet him until his eyes close and his tail thumps even louder into the forest floor. He doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. He could with his parents. With his friends, who are comfortable enough in themselves to not feel insulted by something that genuinely just feels good, high-pitched praise like ‘good wolf’ included. It isn’t much different for him, even if he’s more present in his shifts. He likes to be petted and praised, so what?

But then he doesn’t even have an idea who this wolf is. For all he knows, this fur could hide a serial killer on the run, the guy at the tax office looking at TK’s abysmal credit score, or any big celebrity who happened to wander through Texas.

A thought spark, TK asks, “Are you Brad Pitt?”

The wolf pulls his ears back and TK has to huff a laughter again. “Not Brad Pitt, then. A bummer.”

At some point, the doe had fallen quiet next to them, only her hoofs making noise as they scarpe the floor in the attempt to get free, eyes wide as two predators surround her. When TK turns to her, he can see the wolf drawing closer, body wound and ready to pounce again.

“I know, man,” TK says to him. “But again, this isn’t dinner, so don’t even try it.”

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[1-800-local-slut]

Sapphic Secrets

Morgan thinks Elle has a boyfriend. He missed the mark just a bit.

Elle Greenaway x Black! Fem! SSA! Reader

This takes place before the last one shot I wrote about Elle, you can read it here!

Warnings: Elle gets teased a bit, this is short because I'm literally half asleep right now but I wanted to do this, I'm working on something for Reid sent around this same time so I kinda tease it here, Elle is head over heels for reader, I think for Elle I'm gonna make the BAU readers its own thing if that makes any sense, reader and Elle kiss at work, fluff, not proof-read, we die like men

(I'm so in love with this woman it's unhealthy, like I can't explain. I can't believe she isn't in the show but she's like so...aughhhh I need her biblically. I'm literally about to become an Elle page 😭)

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"You got a boyfriend?" Elle rolled her eyes at the question, smiling at the message that she just finished reading.

'I packed lunch for you this morning, left it in the fridge in the break room. Make sure you heat it up properly.'

"What?" She asked, her neck snapping away from her phone.

"Elle has a boyfriend." Morgan chuckled to Spencer, who was sliding his lanky self into his desk chair.

"What's your proof?" Elle found herself challenging. It wasn't a lie, she didn't have a boyfriend. She had something else, something (or someone, but she kept that to herself) way better.

"You're smiling at your phone. I've never seen you smile so hard." Elle raised a brow in a chuckle. If it was any other day she would have had a meaner remark. Today though, she was in a good mood.

"That's your proof? Please, what type of profiling is this?" She laughed and glanced over at Reid. Elle grinned at Reid who smiled down at his desk. Reid seemed pretty pleased himself lately. It seemed like love was in the air for the BAU. Like Cupid shot all of his arrows and struck all of them square in the chest.

Gideon was overheard ordering a gift for a lady friend, Hotchner and Haley seemed closer than ever, Derek was being Derek, Spencer basically skipped in on cloud nine earlier this week, JJ was talking to a sexy barista, and Garcia was in a very committed and happy relationship with herself. Maybe the mutual happiness the team shared wasn't permanent, but Elle was sure to relish in it.

The sound of a heels clacking broke Elle from her thoughts. Turning, she saw her standing behind Elle's desk. Hands behind her back, her curls were styled into a high puff. Her edges were slicked down perfectly. Her lashes were full, her new mascara that she told her about worked perfectly. Her lips were a deep, matte red as well. Elle wanted to test if it was kiss proof.

Would it smudge if Elle pressed her lips to hers thousands of times? Would it stain Elle's face, messing up her own carefully done makeup in the process?

"A boyfriend? I hope he doesn't distract you from your work, Agent Greenaway." Elle rolled her eyes, hearing the playful lit in her girlfriends voice.

"You too?" Elle asked, taking a sip of her coffee with a raised brow. Her girlfriend nodded down at her.

"See? I'm not alone here." Derek doubled down playfully.

"Your basis is that I grinned! Gideon would find better proof and there isn't any to be found." She couldn't stop laughing. Not just because of some light teasing from her good friend. No, because the source of her happiness for the past few months was standing right behind her.

She wanted to blush and giggle with her the way she did a few weeks ago. Sadly, she was at work. Not in her apartment eating maroons that they got from their little trip to New York.

A shuffling noise was heard, and Elle saw her girlfriend holding a brown folder. Holding it up, she shook it gently. Even a new case couldn't kill her good mood.

Reid and Morgan got up at the same time, the group making their way towards the briefing room. Elle noticed a bright grin on Spencer's face, quickly tapping away at his cell phone and it made her happy for him. It was good that Reid was maybe talking to someone. Or maybe it was his mom, who knows? Either way she was happy to see the young man smiling.

Then Elle felt a slight tug on her sleeve and she turned, letting Morgan and Reid pass her bye. Pulling her to the side, Elle blinked trying to meet her girlfriends eyes. Instead, she saw her girl was scanning the room for something.

"JJ, can you take this to the briefing room for me? I need Elle's help with something real fast." The woman called the blonde, who was fixing her headband into place as she walked to the briefing room.

"Sure, are you two alright?" JJ smiled, taking the folder out of her hands.

"Yes, we'll be there in a few moments." Elle nodded, feeling the heat of her girlfriends body. She just realized how closely behind her she was standing and it made her heart flutter.

"Alright, see you two in minute. Don't take too long, Hotchners gonna want his coroner there." Examining the folder, she took off. Her eyes quickly flooded the pages and absorbing as much information as she could.

Without a word, the taller woman started to walk down the hall. For some reason, she gave Elle small glances only but mostly kept her eyes focused. The two stopped at an empty conference room and with a click the door flew open for the two.

"Is something wrong?" Elle asked, shutting the door behind them. Her heart jumped a bit, anxiety building. No way she was actually jealous. It was all jokes, nothing serious.

"So, a boyfriend?" She asked teasingly, leaning against the table. There was a beat of silence, and then they broke out into a fit of laughs.

She was over here worrying like she didn't know nothing could crack her level headed girlfriend. She was always even tempered, even face down with the weirdest unsubs. Her work persona at least. She was a lot more animated at home.

"Really? I was here worrying you were mad at me!" Elle exclaimed, swatting her on her shoulder, only for her hand to be caught. She was pulled into a tight but comforting grasp.

One arm wrapped around her waist and the other holding her hand they were almost dancing. Oh God, she didn't want to deal with a murderer right now. She wanted to return to her apartment with her and spend the day cuddling amongst other things.

"Here I was scared I was the side piece. So who is he? Is he cute?" Her voice low and teasing, before she pressed a kiss to Elle's nose.

"He's so handsome, you wouldn't believe it. He even has a nice ass." Elle teased before using her free hand to pinch her soft, plump backside.

"Man, I'll have to kick his ass."

"Gross, you sound like a dude."

A soft hum was her response before her lips were enveloped in a passionate kiss. For twenty seconds their lips were pressed together before they pulled apart.

"So what was this all about?" Elle asked, pushing her hair out of her eyes. Her girlfriends eyes rolled up to the sky as if she was deep in thought. Elle tilted her head in confusions while she waited for some sort of response.

"You look good, I wanted to kiss you." With a shrug, she smiled down at her as if it was basic knowledge.

"Funny. I had the same thought." Seizing her by her shirt collar, she went in for kiss number two.

Work be damned, this was her number one priority at the moment.

[howbrightthemoon]

Dylan's s3 reaction is one of the funniest so far

some context, youtuber Dylan Is In Trouble has reacted to the previous seasons of Bridgerton but only by watching the first and last episode

go and check it out!! him trying to figure out the missing pieces for each season is the most hilarious shit ever, and sometimes he literally predicts every single plot point without even seeing the other 6 episodes lmao

the fact that he is completely clueless about Anthony's "bee trauma" still gets me

iconic reactions from ep 1

*Colin ick wink* ... *eyeroll*

"were I to tell you even the tiniest adventure, I'd be forced to marry you." "he's bothering the hell out of me right now SHUT UP"

Picks up on Fran's sapphic energy from only her second scene AND predicts the LW imposter plotline (but at the wrong time), so he thinks it doesn't ever happen, even though it actually does later 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Pebling stan "I hope Colin loses to this guy"

"and what I have learned, is that charm can be taught." *dying cat noises*

Debling "Clive"

more iconic reactions from ep 8

*sad boi Colin on the sofa* "I hope you're sad. You should be sad. I don't like you."

Pen comes out holding her stomach (actually tying a ribbon around her waist) "WHAT ARE YOU HOLDING YOUR BELLY FO- oh I thought she was pregnant." SHE ACTUALLY WAS HERE AHHAHAHA

"I trust you had a happy wedding night." *SCREAMS* "a happy W H A T????"

*sees John for the first time* "he looks like a vampire, I hope he's a vampire."

*Cut to Bene-dicked down scene 1* *Dylan being just as confused as we all were* *Cut to Bene-dicked down scene 2* "what is this again...why are we back here?" *Cut to Bene-dicked down scene 3* "are they in a throuple???? OH NONONONO I'm having Riverdale flashbacks I CAN'T DO ITICANTDOIT."

*Colin stares at Penelope's bare shoulder* "have they not consummated the marriage?" OH BOY THEY CONSUMMATED ALRIGHT-

"if my only purpose in life is to love a woman as great as you, then I will be a very fulfilled man indeed." *Dylan sobbing* bitch that love declaration got me crying too

anyways i am convinced he is slowly becoming one of us

also check out his season 1 and season 2 reactions!!

[alexusonfire]

A Desire Like No Other

Written for the lovely @daydream-cement for a fic swap, and also HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAYBEEEEE 🥳🧡

Just some good old fashioned head from our favorite victorian sapphic!

You weren't entirely sure how you'd ended up here; one moment you were simply catching up with your long-time friend, Jane Murdstone, and seemingly the next, she was gently lowering herself onto the floor in front of you, propped up on her knees as lady-like as she could possibly manage.

It was true that you'd admired her far more than a friend should; catching yourself staring seconds too long at her slender wrists, or the way her hands curled around the book she was reading. Her lips were one of your favorite physical features, and you often gazed at the tiny scar above her upper one, wondering what it would feel like to gently brush a fingertip over it.

Apparently, she'd caught you staring more than once, and it hadn't been your imagination that she'd been staring at you in return. Stolen glances often turned into "accidental" brushes of skin, perhaps even a kiss on the cheek a time or two. You'd never dared to push it any further than that, until this afternoon when Jane had told you she'd had enough of silly games and pulled you into an empty room to snog you senseless.

Now you sat on the plush settee, your hair ruffled and the top buttons of your dress undone so Jane could litter you with small lovebites. You watched as she ran her hands gently up your calves and over your knees, taking your dress with it. Her eyes were nearly black with desire, her tongue darting out as more and more of your skin was revealed. You couldn't help the gooseflesh, more from nerves than anything, and your heart fluttered when Jane pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee.

"It's alright darling girl, relax. There's nothing to fear. I promise you'll like it."

You trusted Jane, completely, so you nodded your head and took your skirt from Jane's hands, lifting it high enough to expose your underthings to her. She was delighted to see a wet patch slowly growing, and leaned forward to kiss you through the light cotton. Your hips jerked forward of their own accord, and Jane chuckled into your thigh.

"Good girl."

She nipped and kissed at the tender skin of your thighs for a few moments longer, enjoying the little squirming motions you made. Once satisfied, she carefully pushed the cotton to the side and, no longer wasting time, ran her tongue from entrance to clit, drawing a high-pitched whine from your throat.

If there was one talent Jane Murdstone could claim in her life, it was this. The way her tongue expertly probed and licked, how her lips wrapped around your clit and sucked it into her mouth, gently massaging and flicking. You could swear in that moment that you'd surely ascended to heaven, and the noises that slipped between your lips only spurred Jane on further. She brought your thigh up over her shoulder, spreading you open for her; where you'd normally feel shy, even shameful, you could now only feel wanton and needy, begging her for more, to never stop, please, please, please...

"You look so pretty when you beg for me."

The husk of her voice made you keen, your fingers unconciously tangling in Jane's dark hair as your hips began to rut into her mouth, the wet from her tongue and your cunt mixing all into one as it slid down her chin.

Jane meanwhile, had lost herself entirely in you, your scent, your taste, your sounds... never would she consider herself someone to over-indulge, to want or crave something so badly she'd do anything for it, but as your most sensitive flesh slipped around her tongue, she knew she was doomed to never be able to get enough of you.

"Jane... Janey, I-"

Jane doubled her efforts, paying no mind to her aching jaw as your trembling thighs gave notice of your impending orgasm. The tight coil she'd built in your lower abdomen finally burst, and she clasped your hand in hers as you cried out into the room, your head tossed back and hips snapping erratically. Jane continued to lap at you until your back touched the cushions once more and she felt you gently push her back from you. Looking down to meet her gaze, you could only describe her half-lidded, hazy eyes as a content sort of drunkness, still lost in the desire she held for you. She rest her head against your knee, almost nearly out of breath as you were, and softly ran her thumb across your knuckles in soothing circles while you both calmed.

Gathering herself after a few more moments, Jane took great care in cleaning you up, first using her tongue to collect every drop of you she could, then fetching a warm washcloth to properly tidy you. She buttoned your dress, leaving small kisses on your collarbones as she did so, then righted your skirt and sat beside you to pull you into her, holding you tightly. The steady beat of Jane's heart emboldened you, and you cleared your throat before saying what you'd felt deep in your soul for months.

"Jane?"

"Yes?"

"... I love you."

A soft kiss was pressed to your hairline, making you smile and snuggle in closer.

"I love you too, my darling girl."

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@weemssapphic @rosieathena @h-doodles @pro-weems-places @renravens @ness029

[thomawifey]

Thank You for feeding us Sapphic Femzai lovers 🫶 your portrayal of Femzai had me giggling and blushing would you consider posting more releated Femzai content in the future?

kisses and hickeys

pairings: fem!dazai osamu x fem!reader

contains: suggestive, marking/biting, kissing, petnames

wc: 373

a/n: for femzai for my scrunklies!!

“So you do like it, huh?” she said in a teasing tone, still caressing your cheek.

You sighed letting go bringing your knife back under your skirt. You took a few step back, looking at her afterwards.

"Sure, ‘Samu.”

“Aww you're calling me that again!” she smiled, going closer hugging you. You just stood there, letting her embrace you into her arms. Her head was at your shoulder, which is near your neck. Before you said another word out of your mouth, her lips was attached on your neck. You immediately covered your mouth with right hand, while the other hand was around her neck. What's weird, you didn't even tried to push her away, it's like you accepted her doings. At first she was just giving pecks on your neck, but slowly starting to bite, marking you. Covering your mouth with your hand wasn't enough to hide your moans, you bite your lower lip, little blood coming out. After a moment, she looked up seeing you hiding your noises, she wasn't happy about it. She smirked before connecting her lips to yours, going for a kiss. The kiss wasn't even passionate, it was just full of lust. Your arms fully around her neck, trying to deepening the kiss, and it worked. She saw this as an opportunity and bit your lower lip which let her toungue insert your mouth. Her hands caressed your body, slowly reaching under your blouse. You mewled on the kiss, while she continued to fight for dominance. Then your kiss was released, both of you took a breath after the kiss earlier, saliva connecting. Her hands were caressing your body, it felt like heaven.

“a-ah, ‘samu..” you moaned, your face was fully red.

She chuckled at your expression, her hands were now resting on top of your bra.

“Aw! Look at you, being a goodgirl for me~” she said in awe, suddenly squeezing your chest, which in response you let another moan.

She only chuckled hearing your noises, it's like music to her ears. She enjoyed every second of this moment, she hold your chin making you look at her.

“Do you want to continue, love? If you do, please dont hide those noises from me, okay? Good girl~”

[alters4all]

i really liked you last request you did!! would it be possible to get something like that but with an mlm couple and/or a wlw couple? thanks!!

-🔪🌸

we had a lot a lot of fun with this one anon <3 tysm for requesting !

!! fucked + useable wlw alter pack !!

[please reblog if formed !]

name: Leyley, Lacey, Loretta, Bailey, Blossom, Adeline

age: 3-7, cutesey permaKid

pronouns: she/it/pup/kid/pink/small/paw

interests: coloring, sex, stuffed animals, cartoons, snacks, nap time, rainbows, sandwhiches, stickers, bright colors

dislikes: most adults, bad textures, adult shows, cop shows, loud noises,

gender: kidgender, kiddieferric, fawngender, demigirl

orientation: acespike lesbian

role ideas: fawn, hyperfixation holder, regression holder, syskid

transIDs: transSeverity, transAbused, transAutistic, transPOTS, transBunny, transPuppy, transSleepyPuppy, transSemiVerbal

cisIDs: cisGroomed, cisAnxiety, cisADHD, cisHarmed, cisManipulated

paras: scelerophilia, phreniaphilia

other IDs: puppy girl, sapphic, pillow princess

sign offs: 🍓, 🌸, 💕, 🪽

faceclaim:

aesthetic:

name: Nora , Noel, Carmen, Koral, Lorilai

age: 19-26

pronouns: she/they/it/gore/rot/gross

interests: porn, sex, music, alternative subcultures, politics, drawing, fashion

dislikes: overly happy people, annoying people, the color yellow, tropical shirts

gender: transFem, demigirl, Emocoric

orientation:

role ideas: Anchor, advocate, protector, babysitter, censor, comforter, compulsion keeper, emotion neutralizer

transIDs: transManipulator, transProgrammer, transAbuser, transHarmful, transManipulover, transObsessiveLoveDisorder

cisIDs: cisAnxiety, cisLoser, cisPervert

paras: MAP, sysMAP, timorephilia, abusphilia

other IDs: permaLoser, pervert

sign offs: 🦋, 🦎, 🪱, 🪰

faceclaim:

aesthetic:

[bralesscommie]

My Tolkien Headcanons

Silmarillion and Lotr characters

Elrond

Has PTSD, possibly c-PTSD from the Third Kinslaying, losing his parents and growing up with the people who took away his home

Has sensory issues, mostly a hard time with crowds and loud noises (also for PTSD reasons), but also really hates some textures

Pretty bad migraines from foresight and tension headaches from anxiety to the point where a couple of times a month he can't work

Is a workaholic

Is bisexual

He/they in an elf way

Isn't white, it's kind of hard to tell his exact race with his very mixed genetics

Maglor

Has anxiety from growing up in the chaotic house of Fëanor

Is depressed

Uses music as escapism

He/him but doesn't mind he/they

Is pretty fluid sexuality wise

Maedhros

C-PTSD from being chained to a mountain and also like everything else that's ever happened to him

Has depression

Chronic pain in his back and shoulder, as well as phantom pain in his amputated arm

Has some kind of personality disorder

Is gay

He/him

Eärendil

Has anxiety from and is traumatized by the escape from Gondolin

Was not ready to be a dad

Straight

He/him

Is definitely not white

Elwing

Is traumatized by the Second Kinslaying, possibly PTSD

Bi-curious

She/her, has thought about adding a they to her pronouns

Eowyn

Has anxiety and depression

Has anger issues but is learning healthy coping mechanisms

Has trauma from SA, and does her best to spread awareness

Enjoys being butch in everyday life, but will dress up feminine once in a while

Is bisexual

She/her

Is happy being poly, but doesn't mind being in monogamous relationships

Arwen

Had really bad anxiety after Celebrían sailed, but is doing much better, though she still has occasional tension headaches

Sensory issues like her dad

Also similarly to her dad, she is mixed

Sapphic, but is open to very few men

She/her

Aragorn

Pretty mentally stable, at least considering everyone else around him

Brown

Is bisexual with a preference for women

Does not care about his pronouns, but is cis in some weird way?

Legolas

Was born in an era with very few elflings, and as an only child hasn't had the opportunity to socialize at all

Rich whiteboy (gender neutral) privilege that they don't entirely recognize

Probably not neurotipical

Fluid sexuality, doesn't really like labels, but if asked persistantly will say he has a preference for men

He/she sometimes they

Bilbo

Has ADHD and anxiety

Struggles with ring addiction

Is acespec and gay

They/he

Sam

AuDHD

Has low self-esteem, imposter syndrome, and anxiety from his childhood with the Gaffer

Is brown

Pansexual

Officially he/they but prefers they/them

Frodo

Is autistic

Has chronic pain post quest

Has chronic fatigue post quest

Possibly transmasc, he/they or he/him

Gay

If you would like to see other characters, or more on some characters, my ask box is always open

[marthafanaamay]

OK I just had to color it UwU

I'm especially happy with how chibi Amity turned out! UwU

[gr00vyminibus]

The Elysian Feilds.

Divider is not mine, credits to whoever made it.

I wanted to give this little drabble an afterlife sense to it but you can imagine it however you want.

Fanta <3 : eat this snack for now pretty ppl. Heavily inspired by a little discussion with my moots. 💕

18+ ( good ole fashion Sapphic lovin' 😇)

Tags: @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @xenaizogie @blacksapphhicmaddonna

"How does that feel love?" The first wife straddles Izogies back, her hand kneading into Izogie's tense muscles, wrap undone and loose under her chest. The exhausted woman can only reply with one word and the rest are pleased groans and sighs. The wife above smiles as the sounds encourage her to keep up with her service.

"Would you like me to massage your head, my sweet?" Izogie eyes open just the slightest bit to see her second wife on her knees just aching to spoil her even further.

"She's fine." The first wife says quietly as her eyes find the second wife in a curt manner, her toungue poking out of her mouth momentarily.

"I didn't ask you." Izogie smiles at their little argument that still manages to sound so soft and polite. The third wife didn't really argue much and she would cherish her own time with her miganon and exist by the other two as a meek soul. Only saying something when truly necessary.

The fourth wife chuckled to herself as she carefully bended Izogie's shea buttered legs, her calves expanding before she pulled it back and slid her hands up to massage her rough feet.

The third wife silently watched Izogie, any other chatter becoming background noise when the warrior met her gaze and blinked slowly. Her creasing eyes trying to stay open so she could continue their unspoken staring contest.

"Are you her mother?-"

"One can massage my back and the other can massage my head, that seem fair?" Izogie closed her eyes with her brows slightly raised and everything became silent until some grumbles of agreement commenced.

"What would you like to do princess?" She adressed the third wife and smiled with her eyes still closed. She heard some shuffling before a presence was felt near her face.

"I want to trace your skin.." The third wife reached out and swiping a thumb under her eye, swirling it on the apple of her cheek and bringing the finger all the way down to her chin, like a smoothing jade peice.

Izogie sighed and basked in the pleasurable services given to her. A slow hand scraping her scalp, the knuckles running through the knots of shoulders, and delicate fingers on her face.

This was Heaven.

Nights when all five women would sleep was enough to even fight the coldness of a winter storm. The second and fourth wife would lay ontop of her chest like a blanket while the other two rested beside her, hands either on izogies sternum or cheekbone.

When Izogie couldn't sleep they would all ask what she needed, different tones flowing inside her ear like a song. "What do you need baby?"

Sometimes dozens of kisses were all she needed, some of her temples, then on her jaw, maybe a few peppering her nose and eyes. But always one lingering one on her lips from each wife. Izogie felt herself smiling as she returned every kiss and sighed through the peppering of soft lips.

"There you go my love~"

"Sleepy now?"

"Rest, precious."

And loving was the absolute best, she would be doused in oceans of it, diving with no conscious but only harboring the sense of devotion. Multiple hands roamed her body like ribbon and squeezed any flesh they could their hands on. It was utopia to expeirence the immense love making.

"I'm happy you feel so good darling." The first wife spoke in her ear as she kissed the canal and trailed her needy lips to Izogies parted mouth. The wet tip of a toungue traced the corner of her mouth and swiped her upper lip twice as Izogie tipped her head back and caught the first wife's toungue finally slipping in her mouth.

The third wife paused her wet mouthing on Izogies expanse of skin and licked her fingers to occupy the digits on her abandoned clit. What a treat it was to hear her gasp and shiver under her touch.

"You're so beautiful Izo." The fourth wife chimed gently as she could hear a moan escape but it was muffled and the young lady knew it was because of her compliment. A smile made its way to her face as she dipped down to suck on the warriors hard and sensitive nipple, hand sliding vertically along her sleek abs.

The second wife was buried between Izogies thighs, eating her swell pussy with no mercy and patience. She was drinking up every drop Izogie provided, she could feel it through and through. Izogie parted from the first wife's mouth, her face screwing up in ecstasy. The first wife watched on in a haze as she silently beckoned the other three to watch.

"Look.. look she's so close?" Everyone watched the way Izogie tensed up and stilled, her moans finally breaking through and trembling over themselves as her climax was taking full force.

"Come on baby, spill." Izogie eyes rolled back slightly as she began to release her juices into the mouth of her lover. The praises that came from that made her pussy twitch and clench as everyone got gentler.

Oh what a dream it was to have four beautiful black wives at your beck and call.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Mission Migraine

Prompt: “I…I really don’t feel well.” “Hold my hand, please?” (From Sombre Sapphics blog prompts)

Pairings: Wanda x R || R x Nat (platonic)

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: You get a migraine on the way home from mission

TW: vomiting, migraine,

A/n haha whats this I actually posted? Insane. Btw requests are still open so …. Go write my somthing :)

Wanda had noticed you seemed off at breakfast but when she had pulled you aside you had waved her off insisting you were ok. Of course she hadn’t had another chance after the team was pulled into into a meeting with fury and given a mission.

Wanda hadn’t seen you much over the past few hours as the mission came to a close. Some hydra base. It went smoothly and the team was now sat on the jet for the long flight home.

Thor was at Asgard and Clint was driving the jet. Nat was patching up a cut on her arm and Steve was starting his mission report. Sam was annoying Clint and Bucky was fast asleep in his chair. Wanda was sat beside nat and patted the spot next to her indicating you should sit. She was growing more concerned as you stood looking out the windows swaying slightly on your feet. You had felt the migraine coming since the early hours of the morning but there was nothing you could do about it. The pain was budding behind your eyes and you resisted the urge to rub your temples. Refusing to show weakness in front of the whole team. Sure they were family but you were an avenger. Avengers don’t cry over headaches.

“Honey please sit down.” Wanda said softly

You looked at Wanda and wordlessly sat beside her resting you head on her shoulder. She placed a hand on your knee.

“What’s wrong honey?” She asked softly

“I…I really don’t feel well.” You muttered and Nat raised an eyebrow not looking up as she began bandaging the wound but still listening and concerned for you.

“what hurts my love? Are you injured?” She asked trying to stay calm. It wasn’t like you to admit feeling bad this early on with little prompting.

“Just feel bad.”

“Where baby? Where do you feel bad?”

“My head.” You said nuzzling into the side of her neck and inhaling her perfume. Your eyes were shut as you buried your face into her skin.

“Why does your head hurt baby? Did you hit it while you were fighting?” Wanda was concerned now and getting worse at hiding it.

Nat reached out and patted Wanda’s knee. “Its ok wands she’ll be alright. Let me know if you need anything.” She said before going back to her arm.

“Migraine.” You said and Wanda heaved a sigh of relief. Knowing it was something she could deal with.

“Aww bubs” she cooed. “What can I do for you?”

“Hold my hand, please?” You said softly

“Honey we’re engaged i can do more than hold your hand.” She said pulling your head into her lap softly. Wrapping her arms around your shoulder. Nat stood and guided your legs up onto the bench so you were laid down now in Wanda’s lap properly. Nat disappeared for a second before draping a blanket over your shoulders and tucking it under you into a little cocoon.

“Thanks” Wanda said as you had your eyes shut not full comprehending as you began to fall asleep.

“Don’t mention it Wanda. If you need anything else I’m happy to help. I love you two.”

She smiled before sitting beside Wanda again and picking up her book.

You slept for a half hour before the pain your head woke you and you realised how nauseous you felt. You sat quickly almost falling off the bench. Wanda made a noise of surprise and nat looked u noticing you pallor and rushing to put a bin under your chin as you heaved. Wanda cooed sweet nothings in your ear as she rubbed your back and nat held back your hair and held the bin for you despite both of your shaky hands holding onto it for dear life.

The team was silent as you were sick. Knowing you need them to make no fuss. When you finished you shakily pushed the bin away as it made you feel worse. Nat nodded at Wanda and went to clean the bin.

“I’ve got this wands.” Nat said gesturing to the bin she was still holding and Wanda thanked her.

You whined and laid against Wanda wiping the back of your hand over your mouth.

“Sorry.” You said.

“Oh baby don’t apologise you couldn’t help it. How does your head feel now.” She said softly.

“Like its being drilled apart.” You said and tears began to shine in your eyes at the pain.

Nat returned and offered you the meds she had found in the first aid kit. You took them wordlessly as Wanda guided the glass of water to your lips.

“Slow sips my love.” She said before pulling the glass away.

Nat took her spot beside Wanda again and pulled out her book to give you some privacy.

“We’ll be home soon love close your eyes.” Wanda said brushing your hair out of your eyes and running her nails over your scalp. She laid a wet cloth over your eyes and you hummed in content.

“Sleep now my love I’m here. Its ok.” She hushed as you drifted off.

The next time you woke up you were in your bed. Wanda against the headboard beside you as you rested on her thigh and nat sat in a chair by the bed ready to help Wanda if she needed it. Both girls were reading and Wanda was absent-mindedly rubbing circles on your thigh. You groaned slightly and Wanda used her hand to get her magic to lower the lights.

“Thanks” you mumbled and nat went to get more pain medicine. You didn’t know how long it had been but the pain was slightly better.

“How do you feel baby?” She asked and you hummed.

“Better but still not good.” You admitted

“Here.” Nat said offering a glass of water and packet of pain meds to Wanda who took them and helped guide you upright and into her side to help you stay up. You closed your eyes and took the med, eyes still shut as you tired to block everything out.

“Go back to sleep baby. You should be more comfortable here. I used my magic to put you in comfy clothes.” And you realised you weren’t in your tight suit anymore but a soft pair of fluffy sweat and an oversized hoodie that Wanda owned. You hummed and Wanda guided you back into the pillows where you rolled back into her side and snuggled up to her. Slowly you fell asleep again and Wanda and nat went back to their books.

“She’ll be ok Wanda, she always is.” Nat said and Wanda nodded as they fell back into a comfortable silence broken only by your soft snores.

MASTERLIST

[crispycreambacon]

do you have a favorite pokemon?

sweats

Well well well get ready to read opinions on Pokemon from someone who has never watched or played Pokemon and only has knowledge from it via

Playing knock-off games on Roblox with my friends who are actual Pokemon fans (before the Purge happened)

Kiana Mai's Hanamusa comics (please please please check her out @/yamujiburo)

That one YouTube series where a white guy judges you based on your favourite pokemon

Anyways. You're getting several 'cause I like you, and also I don't feel knowledgable enough to actually pick a favourite.

1. Spheal

This is literally a circle. Look at them. I wanna bounce them like a basketball. I wanna rub their tummy. I wanna chew on them because they would make squeaky noises. That white guy I mentioned earlier said Spheal fans would commit war crimes for them, and he is right.

2. Sylveon

This is definitely not just because my friend Birbo loves Eeveelutions and this is definitely not just because I'm trans nooo what are you talking about /silly

3. Tsareena

She is Pokemon's resident girlboss, and she knows it which hell yeah, good for her!! She canonically kicks ass. She laughs at her enemies. Also look at her. She's for the sapphics (aka meee 😁)

4. Primarina

Something about them having a 87.5% chance of being male makes me so happy. Male characters should be allowed to have the elegance and sweetness of this merloin here. I am in awe. You captivate me.

5. Gardevoir

Gardevoir I'm so sorry for what they have done to you. If you ever decide to snap and kill everyone with your black holes, I'll support your decision. I will accept my fate.

Now YOU. What's YOUR favourite Pokemon? 🫵🏽👁👁

(Not just calling out Penumbra here. Anyone who feels like talking about Pokemon: feel free to chime in)

[justsomesapphicbimbo]

is that...a desi sapphic?

*cue happy noises*

Umm...I'm not sure what gave you the idea but-

YES. YES IT IS.

[hotwaterandmilk]

Following up on this post about bargain shoujo/josei (and sapphic magical hijinks) titles from Sentai, the items I ordered have arrived and aside from the damage to the Princess Tutu blu-ray spine (seen above) I'm pretty happy.

As with all standard Sentai releases these are barebones blu-rays with little more to offer than the series and some clean OPs/EDs. Princess Tutu is the exception as it has had several previous quality releases and features more on-disc goodies like commentaries, outtakes, and some ballet-focused features.

(Though full disclosure, I only got the standard version of Tutu. Sentai does have a far more elaborate steelbook release for the title that die-hard fans may prefer over this normie set. I like the series but I'm not that keen so I settled for this version.)

Petshop of Horrors is an old title and thus only SD, so what we have in this release is about what I was expecting. Flip Flappers! is pretty disappointing though as the individual Japanese blu-rays featured gorgeous illustrations for the packaging (by tanu and Kojima Takashi both), commentaries on disc, and deluxe settei booklets. I understand not being able to bring over some of this more elaborate content for what is obviously a minimalist release, but the use of one of the promo anime images for the cover over some of the lovely OG art is a shame.

Similarly Anonymous Noise had really plush individual disc releases for its anime adaptation featuring Fukuyama's distinctive art on each cover. US releases don't tend to worry about goodies for all but the biggest anime titles these days, so a stripped back release was about all anyone could expect for a niche Hana to Yume title adaptation. But I feel it's a tad disappointing that, like with Flip Flappers!, the generic promo image for the series on a thin wisp of paper is all you really get in terms of packaging.

In saying that though, the actual episode content for all releases is solid. The actual transfer of newer titles like Flip Flappers! and Anonymous Noise = good and the Princess Tutu remaster looks lovely. Petshop of Horrors is the lowest quality video of the bunch but for $4 USD I've been more than satisfied watching Count D fuck with dumbasses in SD.

Ultimately none of these releases feels as considered as the titles I've purchased from Discotek Media recently, they just don't have that boutique, fan-focused touch. However, I do still think they are worth owning if you are interested in the series mentioned.

Physical media is something I feel very strongly about so I'm obviously biased about buying things when you're in a position to do so, but given the way streaming has stripped back our ability to possess modern titles, rewatch them, and even preserve them, I'm always thankful when I can grab a physical bargain for my collection.