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amber sweet.

- and amber sweet is addicted to the knife...

- addicted to the knife?

- addicted to the knife.

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Mermaids of Sweets Aesthetic | Honey Mermaid  

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All You Have Is Your Fire - Part X

Find Part I here :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge thank you to the lovely @bettdraws who deserves all the credit for the post that inspired me to start writing this :) Another huge thank you to everyone reading! ALSO please look at this post, I gasped it's so lovely. All of @teddyhoneybear's moodboards are stunning <3

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Part XI >>

Elain had not slept well. 

Once again she had taken to sleeping curled up on the armchair by the fireplace in the suite she shared with Lucien. Elain could still feel the ghost of his defeat as she practically forced him to take the bed for the second night in a row, this time for entirely different reasons. 

When they had returned from the library, without Cora to break their awkward silence, Lucien had quietly asked Elain whether she wanted to sleep more comfortably. He correctly guessed that she had had a restless night, considering the events of the last couple of days. 

Elain found Lucien’s genuine concern charming. Had she not felt his muted emotions so strongly, she would have accused him of feigning such kindness. 

Elain was not shy when it came to politely slighting men she did not care for, a skill she had learned in the ballrooms of her childhood and had carefully honed as an adult. When it came to Lucien, Elain could admit that he had suffered her forced indifference for years without so much as the slightest bend on her part. 

Elain’s mind had been entirely made up with regards to the man the fates had seen fit to curse her with. She did not want a mate, and so she would go about her life as if Lucien Vanserra did not exist. 

Elain’s decision was always infinitely more difficult when Lucien was near, his scent lingered in the air of every room he stepped into, sweet apples and summer mornings. Elain would have taken the bed had she not been gripped with horror at the awful realisation that the sheets, the pillows, would smell as he did. 

Elain knew it would have driven her mad, and so she lifted her chin and set her jaw before she practically ordered that Lucien take the bed. Much to Elain’s surprise, he did not argue, but she could feel a steady sadness leaking down their shared bond. 

Elain had slept fitfully, but at least no dreams had plagued her, and for that she was thankful. 

As Elain beheld her reflection in the towering mirror, she was also thankful that despite her restless night, she looked as lovely and refreshed as ever. 

Elain still tended to avoid mirrors. The faerie she now saw resembled the woman she had been before, disconcerting in their similarities and yet unsettling in their differences. Elain would not have recognized herself in passing. She saw the way her lips tugged down at the corners, misery marred her expression, beautiful despite it.

“Autumn’s colours suit you, Elain Archeron of Night.” If Eris saw the tightness around her mouth, he did not mention it. Elain watched the way his amber eyes flashed in amusement through the mirror’s reflection. 

Even Elain could admit that Eris was right, the deep emerald colour of her gown matched well with her dark eyes. The golden details along the sleeves shone as bright as some of the sun bleached curls Cora had so carefully pinned back for her, the column of her neck exposed. The corset Cora had laced for Elain was comfortable, her breaths easy, heavy skirts fell to the floor, hiding slippers made from the same fabric. 

“You could be a queen,��� Cora said sincerely, nodding in agreement with Eris’s statement. “All you’re missing is a crown.” 

Elain hoped that the High Lord of Autumn would think the same. She was nervous, her own anxiety mixing with Lucien’s as the time passed slowly and they both began to get ready separately for the welcome Beron had planned for the son he had exiled. 

Elain prayed that attending balls in the Hewn City had prepared her for the long evening ahead, and hoped that she could muster Feyre’s confidence and the smallest bit of Nesta’s poise. She found herself missing her sisters desperately. She missed Cassian, Rhysand, Azriel and his quiet but friendly presence. She missed Nyx most of all, discouraged without her family’s steady and constant support and love. 

Elain tore her gaze from the mirror, no longer able to bear the sight. “Thank you for all the help,” she said rather weakly, hoping her smile looked genuine as she faced her lady’s maid. 

Cora would also be joining the celebrations, and Elain was infinitely grateful for the other woman’s willingness to remain by her side. She wondered what Cora had said to Eris to convince him so easily that she should be present, but Elain quickly pushed the thought aside, promising to herself that she would bring it up when they were alone. 

“Do yourself, and those forced to be in your presence, a favour, Elain,” Eris continued, stepping so close she could see every sparkling diamond along the arch of his ear. “Never wear Night Court colours again, they drain you of all life.” 

Elain looked up at Eris briefly, fighting the childlike urge to cross her arms at him. She focused on straightening her skirts, her movements elegant. “I think that’s just your presence,” Elain mumbled, the words low enough she could deny them if they had offended the arrogant prince. 

Cora and Elain shared a surprised glance at the amused breath Eris released, not quite a laugh, but certainly charmed. She could have sworn that one corner of his mouth tilted up in the smallest of smiles, a glimmer of joy in his usually empty eyes. Had Elain blinked, she would have missed it. 

Elain noticed the way Cora’s dark eyes remained on the Autumn heir longer than usual, as her gaze slowly took him in. He was handsome, Elain supposed, in the strange way that the High Fae so often were. 

“No crown for you just yet, Elain,” expression once again serious, Eris lifted his hands just slightly, pale palms up. For an awkward moment, Elain wondered if she was supposed to do the same. Elain jumped, startled, when Eris summoned a small wooden box from thin air into his ready hands.  

The rubies on the ring’s of each of Eris’s fingers flashed in the light of the setting sun as he handed Elain the box carefully. She had not known what to expect, but she could not help the surprised parting of her lips as she opened the lid. 

Elain traced the stunning comb, the gold shining, the metal looked as though it had just been polished. Shaped like the branch of a tree, little pearls were evenly placed between the small leaves. “This is…” Elain truly had no words, the accessory was so lovely, she went to lift the comb from the box, but Eris clicked his tongue in warning. 

“Careful of the teeth, you’ll find they happen to be much sharper than expected.” 

Elain paused, eyes flicking to Eris before she lifted the comb from its case. “A weapon?” she asked, disbelief in her tone. 

Eris shrugged, the wine red fabric of his jacket straining with the motion. “I don’t suppose they taught you how to handle a dagger in the Night Court?” Elain shook her head at him, and he did not seem surprised by her admission. With a wave of his hand, the case disappeared and Elain was left with just the comb in her hand. “Then this is better, should someone bother you, aim for the eyes.” 

Elain’s own eyes widened at the thought. “Do you – I mean, is it likely that I would need this at all?” She was uncomfortable with the suggestion that she might need to fight someone. If Eris had hoped to settle her nerves, he was achieving the opposite.

Eris raised an auburn brow, scowling as he responded. “You’re not in the City of Starlight anymore, Elain. I’ll tell you now and you would do well to remember this piece of advice for the remainder of your stay in Autumn. Be armed always.” 

Elain felt her panic as it choked her. She merely nodded, knowing that if she spoke her voice would have been small with fear. 

“Don’t worry,” Cora interjected, rushing to reassure Elain. “Lucien will be with you at all times, I doubt any harm would come to us with him by our side.” 

“I doubt you, too, would need Lucien’s protection, considering you’ve been armed to the teeth since you stepped foot onto these lands,” Eris clipped. 

Cora cast a withering glare at Eris, tension in her shoulders at his sharp tone. “I don’t know what you mean.” 

Elain still held the comb in her hand, her gaze flicking between the two, wondering if Eris would send the other woman home if he was always so annoyed with her presence. 

“I don’t even fault you for it,” Eris offered, his voice quiet and measured, but his eyes assessed Cora’s stance closely. “I just wonder how a lady’s maid from the Hewn City got her lovely hands on blades of Illyrian steel.” 

Elain watched as Cora opened her mouth, ready to respond, but at the quick knock on the door, everyone seemed to pause.

“Elain?” Lucien’s deep voice was muffled by the thick oak separating them. Elain was relieved that her mate had arrived. “Are you ready?” He asked. 

Cora and Eris were still locked in a silent battle, glaring at each other. If Elain had known Eris better, she might have even said that he looked pleased with himself. “Come in,” Elain called.

Again Lucien chose to winnow into the room, his presence overwhelming. When Elain was not near her mate, it was easier to ignore the bond. The only problem, Elain had noticed, was that once they shared the same space, warring feelings crashed over her like a wave. 

You are mine.

The thought was so jarring, and yet Elain could admit that it was not as troubling as it had been at the beginning, during the war with Hybern and the months that followed. Elain was captivated by him, the bond demanding that she pay attention every time he walked into a room despite her best efforts. 

Elain wondered if she would have felt the same without the bond connecting her to Lucien. 

Elain thought her mate was beautiful. His dark red hair fell loosely around his face, golden eye clicking into place as the russet one fell on her. She watched as Lucien took a sharp breath, as he stopped moving entirely. Elain took a step back, knocking into Eris. 

The action was enough for Lucien to shake his head, for her to refocus. Elain took in Lucien’s attire to distract herself. She started with Lucien’s tall riding boots, brown pants hugged his thighs. Elain felt herself blush as she quickly looked at his jacket, an emerald green the same colour as her gown. 

Lucien bent just slightly at the waist in greeting. “You look beautiful.” 

Elain could not look away from him, at the way his lips curled up into a knowing smile. 

You are mine.

Eris cleared his throat and Elain waved her hand awkwardly in Lucien’s general direction. “So do you,” Elain said. As soon as the words left her mouth, Elain found herself wishing she could throw herself into a lake and simply sink to the bottom for all of eternity. 

Elain looked to Cora, mortified, but the other woman flashed Elain an encouraging grin. Elain felt the tips of her pointed ears heat. 

Lucien politely pretended not to notice, stepping further into the room. He might have said something had Eris not. “I should leave,” he announced, his amber gaze going from Lucien to Cora. “You should join me.” The tone of his voice suggested he would not be accepting no for an answer. 

“Is the heir of the Autumn Court going to escort me to the ballroom?” Cora asked innocently. 

Eris shrugged, the gesture lazy, “I usually escort nobles.” He tilted his head in a manner that reminded Elain of a wolf observing prey, offering Cora his arm like any good gentleman ought to do. “Consider yourself lucky that my exceedingly high standards have miraculously lowered for the evening.” 

To Elain’s surprise, Cora took hold of Eris, her eyes never leaving his. “Watch yourself, prince, lest someone think you’re doing me a kindness.” 

Elain looked at them both and she knew Lucien was doing the same. Without warning, Eris winnowed him and Cora from the room, sparks scattering in the empty space where they had been. 

Elain was left alone with Lucien, all thoughts of Eris and Cora pushed from her mind as she took him in once more. He was so unbelievably handsome, Elain felt her heart skip several beats. 

“I guess…” Lucien started, looking at Elain only for a moment before he turned his attention to a point past her head. “I think we should follow them.” 

Elain nodded, taking a few careful steps towards her mate, wondering if Lucien would winnow them as well, or if they would walk the maze-like halls of the Forest House together. She looked up at him, glad that at least she would have him to help her navigate the event. 

Despite it all, Elain trusted Lucien with her life. As she lifted a hand to reach for him, Elain finally remembered the stunning comb, still held tightly between her fingers. 

“Help me with my hair first?” Elain did not know what possessed her to speak, but she regretted the words instantly. 

Elain saw apprehension cloud Lucien’s features, but he hummed in response. “Of course.”

“It’s sharp,” Elain warned as she placed the accessory in Lucien’s open hand. As their fingers brushed, she held her breath. 

Gently, as though she were made of glass, Lucien tilted her head. Careful of the comb’s teeth, Lucien delicately set it near some of the pin’s already holding Elain’s curls in place. 

The whole world seemed to stop, and only that moment seemed to matter. 

“Lovely,” Lucien murmured, his hands dropping to his side. 

A spell broken, Elain felt like she could breathe again. The sound of Lucien’s voice ringing, soft like wind chimes, clashed with the one thought Elain could not shake from her mind. 

You are mine.

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Fic Master List

I got tired of having to decide which fic post to keep pinned, so I made this. Proper summaries, tags and warnings all on AO3.

Black Sails

Another Way - Silverflint, E, 29,399 words, complete. Dubcon! But in a very old-school fanfic trope fuck or die way. It diverges from the scene where they get captured taking the warship. They do work through everything in the aftermath, and the end is very sweet actually.

By Faith of my Body - Silverflintmadi in various combinations, but emphasis on the flintmadi relationship. E, Chapter 1/4 posted. Flint and Madi bond over books, the weight of leadership, and being in love with John Silver. FealtySub!Flint, shameless use of literature for my own nefarious purposes, and so much pining.

Another Troy to Burn - Series. Silverflint longfic series, my special precious baby and literally the first thing I ever wrote. It's canon where they're fucking the whole time but it doesn't change anything. There is a moodboard (thanks @jaynovz) and also a playlist.

A Composite Unity - E, 20,366 words, complete. The first two seasons, Flint pov. He is not having a great time.

The Salt and the Sea - E, 60,495 words, complete. Set during the season 2-3 break, how Silver decided to stay and what happened with the gold. He is also not having a great time.

It Only Made Me Real- E, chapters 4/? posted. Silver adjusting to his role as quartermaster, Flint being Flint during the raids. I swear upon everything holy that I WILL finish this series if its the last thing I do, but, it has been on hiatus for a while.

for to fight the cold - Silverflint, E, 11,283 words, complete. Flint arrives to rescue Silver while he is still being held captive on the beach after the failed attack on Nassau. The cathartic murder of Israel Hands, followed by angst, caretaking, and a sexual tension filled camping trip.

If It Was You - Silverflint, E, 17,430 words, complete. Free use gangbang porn that got out of control and also grew a lot of feelings. The boys spend the night in port on a mission. There is only one bed. Flint freaks out and makes questionable choices, Silver walks in on the whole thing, they have to work through it. Cathartic happy ending. The very Most dirty talk.

I'll Carry You Home Tonight - Silverflint, E, 6,604 words, complete. This one is just porn. Season 3-4 break, the guys are newly in a relationship, they get Pirate Date Night. It's working title was 'impact play and 5 phases of ass stuff'.

Kinkmeme-Verse - Series of prompt fills for 2024 Black Sails kinkmeme. I wrote the first two, saw the prompt for the third, and had a Vision of how they could all be connected, so here we are.

As a Boy - James Flint|McGraw/Admiral Hennessey, E, 5,121 words, complete. Young James McGraw is caught with a boy, and punished. Big content warning for CSA, which I tried to treat seriously.

Pressure - Silverflint, E, 4,504 words, complete. More watersports are we all shocked? This is kind of the ultimate expression of that, but really its an exploration of pain and grief and healing through BDSM.

Make Sail for the Dawn - Silverflint, E, 12,504 words, complete. Flint uses submission as catharsis amidst his grief and pain over Miranda, but Silver accidentally reminds him of past history, which he then has to confront. They work through it, because Silver really has to do everything on this ship, including being his captain's therapist. Also Flint gets fucked with his pistol. Just by the way. This is the one prompter hated! Go see for yourself if it is, in fact, Too Awful For Kinkmeme XD.

long as amber of ember glows - Silverflint, E, 7,933 words, complete. If 3.10 ended the way it should have. There are love confessions, and they fuck on the gold. No literally, on it. It's very sweet honestly.

Our Feast is But Beginning - Series. Silverflint Cookingverse! Flint teaches Silver to cook.

Spit-Roasted - M, 5,821 words, complete. The one where Flint shows Silver how to roast a pig. It's canon! Flint is very weird about sex.

Gentille Alouette - E, 11,618 words, complete. Late night cooking dates on the Walrus, continuing intense sexual tension, Flint is basically edging himself. He sure is a way.

Princes of the New World - E, 38,145 words, complete. This one got a little out of hand, it has many things in it, including lots of hurt comfort and caretaking, the guys finally getting together and also not hiding their relationship, some intense gender vibes (Silver gets to be a pampered pretty princess) and yes, even some cooking.

Our Shadows That Are Bold - Silverflint, E, 4,912 words, complete. Dom Silver. The first little iteration of fealty sub Flint, he sure has some feelings about Silver coming into his own as king.

So We Begin - Silverflint, E, 4,038 words, complete. 3.7 missing scene fic that is exactly what you would expect after stomp stomp and the "how good it feels" conversation.

The Soft Animal of Your Body - Silverflint, E, 3,398 words, complete. The watersports one. Yep sure is, omorashi style, with a good side of hurt comfort stuff and also Flint telling a weird dirty story. Set during warship recovery time. This is basically an outtake of longfic because it doesn't quite work there but wouldn't leave my brain.

the sound that you found for me - T, background silverflintmadi, but its really about Silver and Betsy the cat. Yep. 5,699 words, complete. Kittenfic!! Written for the Beach Blanket Black Sails Ficfest, the prompt was 'Betsy has kittens and Silver wants to keep them on Maroon Island.' It's really about Silver and trauma and there are sad parts but nothing bad happens to any cats and there is a happy ending.

stitched with its color - G, silverflintmadi sort of, 1,344 words, complete. The conversation where Madi tells Flint that Silver is alive.

Such Terrible Hungers - E, Flintvane, 3,357 words, complete. Instead of fuck buddies, they're fuck enemies. Fight sex and Flint angst, that's basically the fic.

to pull me from myself again - E, Silverflint, 7,419 words, complete. Written in response to a Tumblr prompt asking for s1 dynamics softe silverflint, Silver's first time with a man. That is indeed it, that's the fic

What Lies Beneath - E, Silverflint, 3 chapters, complete. 11,031 words. Demon Flint AU! Basically make the demon in Flint literal. Silver is fascinated of course.

The Fetch Phillips Archives (aka Luke Arnold's books, go read them!)

announcing your place in the family of things - E, Fetch/Satyr, 6,865 words, complete. The first creature Fetch meets when he leaves the human city is that unnamed Satyr, and that feels like a conscious choice to me. Coulda said 'faun' and we wouldn't be here Luke. Anyway monsterfucking, but in a lovely way.

The Exorcist (tv)

The Smoke of Their Torment - M, Marcus/Tomas, 572 words, complete. A snippet of Marcus angst and pining and also jerking off in a shared hotel room there may be more someday.

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For the night

SlashxFamous!Y/n

Warnings: Smut!🙊

Redemption: Your band name!

Y/N JONES MOODBOARD!

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1989

Gnr and Redemption had been smushed together on a tour as the opening act for The Rolling Stones, and they were all having a blast. I mean how couldn’t they? With 5 girls and 5 guys they were all entangled with one another.

Well… except for Y/n and Slash. The front woman had fiery confidence that made everyone burn as she walked. And to Slash’s luck, all the boys had claimed the other girls before he could.

Don’t get him wrong, Y/n was the hottest member in Redemption. Sure all the other girls were very good looking. But everyone knew there was something about Y/n. Untouchable. Hypnotic. That’s what she was. In every aspect, her looks, confidence, songwriting, and voice.

But the thing was, Y/n was literally, untouchable. No matter how smooth Slash was with her, she never cared! And did that upset the curly haired guitarist.

It was like he was a game to her, he would get so close, yet he was so fucken far.

But he didn’t let himself get too hung up on her, he had the groupies!

Slash had been over this little game Y/n was playing with him, so he’s been with the groupies and paying her no mind.

And Y/n could laugh at the poor man, his poor attempt of trying to pay her no mind was not working. She could feel his eyes burning into her body as she was onstage. Even worse when Keith Richards would always shower her with his sweet little compliments.

Which is what was happening right now.

“Girls! Always putting up a great show.” Keith said as the girls came off stage. They had performed after Guns, so there was no rush for anything. “Thanks Keith” the girls said as they all went to each others little tour boyfriends.

Slash watched from the couch as Keith put his arm around Y/n waist. “You get nastier every time i see you out there.” he said as Y/n smiled at him. “You think?” she said looking at him, Keith looked over her shoulder then span her around to where she faced the rest of the room.

“What’da do to the boy Y/n” He said smiling “Lookin at me like i’ve touched his most prized possession.”

Now it was Y/ns turn to look over Keith’s shoulder, making straight eye contact with Slash and sending him her sweetest smile. Slash just rolled his eyes and put his attention back on the groupie sitting on his lap.

“I haven’t done anything” She said looking back at Keith. “And that’s exactly what’s got his balls in a twist.” She said smiling at him. “I’ve gotta say you play a mean game” He said, now lighting a cigarette. “You know it, I’ll see you later Keith.” She said kissing him on the cheek and walking away.

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“Slash” Duff said as he and Amber caught up to their curly headed friend. “What” He said smoking a cigarette as they walked through the hotel halls. “I have a hugeeee favor to ask you” Amber said as she looked across Duff.

Slash gave her a short mumble, which she took as an okay to keep talking. “Okay so, please please pleaseeee switch rooms with me” She said holding up her key card.

Slash blew out his cigarette smoke, “D-” “okay yes im rooming with Y/n” she said cutting him off “But comon, were all gonna all hang out get fucked up so all you’re gonna have to do is walk back with her and knock out!” She said holding on to Duffs hand, almost jumping up and down.

Duff looked at Slash with a pleading look, the curly haired man sighed and shook his head “Fine. But you owe me Duff.” He said as he traded keys with Amber.

He walked to he and Y/ns room, huffing and puffing cause he was so upset that instead of rooming with Duff, he was stuck with rooming with the girl that he had been trying so hard to avoid.

He rubbed his hands on his face before entering the room, “it’s just for the fucking night” he mumbled to himself.

During this, Y/n was also huffing and puffing, but for a different reason. The poor girl couldn’t find the only bra she bought with her on this tour. Looking through her bags, cigarette in her mouth with nothing but mini skirt and a white pair of ankle socks on.

As she heard the door open, she had her back faced to who she though was Amber, and said “Am, have you seen my bra? like the only fucken one I bought on tour?”

Y/n jumped when she heard Slash’s deep voice “Haven’t seen it”

She stood up and faced him, her hair being the only thing covering her breast.

“Scared me there baby” she said as she took a hit of her cigarette. “Didn’t expect you to be rooming with me”

Slash took a quick glance at her chest “It’s just for the night Y/n”

“You know,” The half naked girl said putting her cigarette out, “I’ve noticed you haven’t been talking to me” she said as she looked at him.

“I really miss your attention yknow?” she smiled at him.

“Whatever, i’m heading to Axls room” He said, but he was really gonna go out to find a groupie and imagine himself fucking Y/n.

Y/n grabbed his hand. “Why go? when you could just stay here with me” she said sending him her iconic sultry smile.

“There you go” he said pulling himself away from her and taking a step back.

“What do you mean?” She said slightly cocking her head to the side. “You know exactly what the fuck I mean.”

“You know” Y/n started as she stepped closer and closer to him “You’re the most impatient man” She said looking up to him, since he was only a few inches taller than her.

Slash looked at her, unable to move, “You’re such a fucken tease”

“Oh i’m the tease? really?” She said smiling at him, moving her mouth to his ear “You can’t even imagine what you make me feel” she whispered “When you’re out there on stage, all sweaty, all big and bad.”

She bit his ear lobe before looking back at his face, both of them looking at each others lips.

“I’ll show you a good time baby” she said looking at him with her doll eyes, kissing him.

Slash had to take a moment on what the fuck just happened, but after a split second of feeling her lips on his, he started to kiss her back.

Y/n deepened the kiss as Slash gladly did too, one of her hands around his neck as the other found it’s way to his hair. Pulling his head back to catch a breath.

“You still wanna go to Axls?” She said teasing him. “Fuck you” he responded as he lifted her by her legs and reconnected their lips.

She giggled as he threw her on the bed. Looking up at him as he stood before her. “Not fair that i’m the only one who’s topless” She said as she tugged the hem of his shirt.

Slash threw his shirt off, walked over to the side of the bed and layed down on his back.

Y/n looked over her shoulder, smiling at him as she crawled over to him and sat right on his waist.

His hands moved her hair out the way of her tits and began to grope them.

Smiling, Y/n reconnected their lips and began to rub herself on his leather pants. Her skirt had been risen up, her flimsy panties being the only thing covering her crotch.

Slash parted his lips as Y/n kissed down his neck, using her hands to unbutton his pants.

“You’re so fucken hot” he panted, feeling she was moving at a slow pace on purpose. “I know” she smiled as she had successfully put his pants down, revealing his hard member.

Looking down at his dick, she was excited. Spitting on her hand, she began to rub his member. “You’re bigger than I expected” she said, Slash’s mouth open as he slipped one of his hand in her underwear, rubbing her wet pussy. “shut up” he said.

He flipped her over in a swift movement, now fully taking his pants on as she took off her skirt.

Moving her panties to the side as he continued to rub her clit, “I don’t know why you would keep these on Y/n” he said using his free hand to rip them off her her. Y/n moaned “Fuck you, those were my favorite.”

“Shut up” he said as he lifted one of her legs to his shoulder, and in one swift moment, he filled her up. Y/n let out a loud moan, feeling him stretch her out.

He stood still for a moment, feeling her walls clench around him. Moving at an slow agonizing pace, Y/n moaned, “Slash- please”

“What do you want baby?” he said teasing her, though it was killing him also. “Please” she said, heavily breathing “Fuck me”.

And that was all Slash needed to move faster. Gripping her hips, his thrusted in and out of her.

He looked at Y/n, face flushed, eyes closed and head thrown back. He moved his hand from her hip and grabbed her face. “Look at me” he grunted. Y/n opened her eyes, tying to stop them from closing. “Fuck” she moaned out as Slash started to rub her clit as he reconnected their mouths.

Barley kissing, they moaned into each others mouths. Slash moved his head to the crook of her neck, lightly kissing her all over. “Fuck- you’re so fucken perfect” he said as his hips continued to move. “Please Slash” Y/n continued to moan “Im so close baby please” she said as she felt herself about to cum.

“Comon pretty” Slash said, now looking into her eyes, propping her leg back on his shoulder, fucking her like an animal, “cum for me”.

And she did, her eyelids fluttering, pulling him to her chest as she moaned his name like a fucken prayer.

Slash’s hips began to falter as she came, feeling her walls grow tighter. “Where do you want me to cum” he said quickly, not knowing if he was able to hold back. Heavily breathing, Y/n whispered “inside”.

With a few deeper thrust, Slash came, feeling like he was in heaven, his body on fire.

They both stayed there, trying to catch their breath.

He slipped out of her, throwing himself next to her.

Y/n got up to clean herself up, coming back to find Slash looking at her with such admiration. “Sleep with me tonight” She said looking at him “I’m kinda forced to yknow” he smiled, helping her under the covers. Giving him a kiss, she snuggled next to him and drifted to sleep.

And all Slash could do was look at her, and realizing he just fucked himself over. Because he was in love with Y/n Jones and her little fucken games.

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FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT OMG 😭!!! I hope it wasn’t too bad. Hope u guys enjoyed🙊

[stingrayextraordinaire]

Bath and Body Works Moodboards // Amber Blush

This seductively sweet and sensual fragrance is perfect for a romantic date, with notes of raspberry champagne, mandarin orange, and bergamot.

(requested by @fallthings22)

[ylove-bandaesthetics]

Bands & Horror! 🔪

Ash Costello + Amber Sweet! 💙

“Where the fuck is dad, brothers?”

[choicesfandomappreciation]

Thank you to everyone who made this event a success! I am so grateful to everyone who participated and all those who showed their support to these wonderful creations. I hope everyone that participated enjoyed their little treats!

Don't forget to sign up for Fandom Love Day and keep an eye out for Secret "Santa" in December! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤

🧡 To @a-cloud-for-dreams || 🖤 From @livelaughlovecassie

Mal x Salem Moodboard + Writing Salem decides to help Mal get into the holiday spirit with a trick of her own that turns into a sweet treat!

🧡 To @aallotarenunelma || 🖤 From @peonyblossom

Riikka x Dan, Kanerva x Lincoln, Saini x Cas Moodboards

🧡 To @coffeeheartaddict2 || 🖤 From @zealouscanonindeer

Takeout Drabble — Ethan x Casey Ethan x Casey Moodboard

🧡 To @jerzwriter || 🖤 From @coffeeheartaddict2

El Dia de los Muertos: It is the Halloween after Tobias and Casey welcome Kayla and Eva feels like that it would be nice to commemorate El Dia de los Muertos.

🧡 To @ladylamrian || 🖤 From @a-cloud-for-dreams

Nik x Alex Moodboard + Drabble

🧡 To @lilyoffandoms || 🖤 From @starsarewithinme

A Day Off: A look into Trystan and Gabriel's domestic life when they are not hunting down Serial Killers but the Resident Detective is unwell.

🧡 To @livelaughlovecassie || 🖤 From @aallotarenunelma

Laney x Danni Moodboard + Quote

🧡 To @lovealexhunt || 🖤 From @violentinecrl

Mal x Daenarya Art

🧡 To @moominofthevalley || 🖤 From @jerzwriter

Trystan x Emily Moodboards

🧡 To @mydemonsdrivealimo || 🖤 From @rosepetals1

Bryce x Jensen Moodboard

🧡 To @peonyblossom || 🖤 From @trappedinfanfiction

Together: Iris has disappeared, but Nia has a feeling she knows where she can find her. 

🧡 To @rosepetals1 || 🖤 From @tveitertotwrites

Hayden x Arielle Moodboards

🧡 To @starsarewithinme || 🖤 From @lilyoffandoms

Nia x Astra Drabble Trystan x MC Drabble

🧡 To @totojo2 || 🖤 From @mydemonsdrivealimo

Blake x MC Art

🧡 To @trappedinfanfiction || 🖤 From @moominofthevalley

Trystan’s Biggest Fear: On a spooky night, Trystan confesses one of his biggest fears to Sofia

🧡 To @tveitertotwrites || 🖤 From @lovealexhunt

Talk of the Town Edit + Writing: Actress Claire Evans is escorted by the handsome Doctor Ethan Ramsey for a red carpet event.

🧡 To @violentinecrl || 🖤 From @ladylamrian

Tyril x MC Icons Kamilah x MC Writing + Moodboard

🧡 To @zealouscanonindeer || 🖤 From @totojo2

Ethan x Asper + Trystan x Amber Art

[gditrisha]

Constancy | part 1 The Commitment

PAIRING: miguel o'hara x fem!reader / afab!reader GIST: Pinterest Boards, Wedding Expos, and all that jazz! Fem!Reader / AFAB!Reader is having a field day sharing her Dream Wedding to her husband-to-be. TAGS: established relationship, discreet proposal, marriage preparations, fluffy, domestic, wedding au TRISHA NOTES: aside from my writing, i designed some visuals and moodboards to make these imagines as immersive as possible! CONSTANCY SERIES | WRITING MASTERLIST 

Imagine one day Miguel initiated a conversation you'd least expect - he asks you about your "dream wedding". let's just say he once caught you peacefully curled up on the couch, remote still in hand with the TV auto-playing wedding planning videos it's taken over your algorithm, it is full of it

"Really???" you beamed then immediately retrieved your tablet, showed him your Pinterest Board, and had an absolute field day just explaining why certain details would work best

Miguel finds it adorable how your "Dream Wedding" Pinterest board is organized. He's amazed how everything is categorized with pics from attire such as rich-toned suits to dainty bridal gowns and bridesmaid dresses as well as different possible motifs, venues, venue styling, and table settings

You find it so sweet of Miguel to involve himself in the conversation, "Hmmm...instead of this suit, I'll wear the red maroon one. I don't think green sage is my color."

this came to you as a surprise cuz you knew he'd rather have a civil wedding. weddings are very costly and it's the vows that matter anyway, right? but he's actually giving suggestions???

Miguel notices the furrowed brow, he runs his thumb over it cuz it isn't a good look to your sunny self "What? I said green isn't my color...and sí, cariño...let's have a real wedding."

He then slides the engagement ring box on the table. it's a simple band encrusted with diamonds. he thought the simple design would go well with any of your rings cuz he knows you like to layer it

There's a high muffled "AAAAAAAHHHH" as you cover your mouth. You bounce on your tiptoes cuz you can't contain your excitement, Miguel carries you, carefully swinging you around in the living room, and gives you a kiss on your temples and lips

You'd both attend lots of Bridal Expos for weeks to come; trying to find more inspiration for your wedding and finalize your suppliers. Miguel holding your hand and pointing at the booths for the both of you to try. Imagine feeding each other free samples of cake and drinking wine (as if it were the ceremony already) garnering some "Awwws" from those managing the booths. You'd return back to your place with LOTS of pamphlets and business cards

The prenup photos isn't your typical shoot with a theme set in the day. No. As bubbly as you are, you knew a day photoshoot didn't fit either of you. You both enjoyed the evening as there are no expectations from either of you, everything is more quiet, reserved for each others' company. The photoset features the city night lights and how you both welcome each other in the hazy glow, beautiful smiles captured in stills similar to a Wong-kar Wai film.

You change the name of the Pinterest Board to “Save the Date” and continue your discussion about the board. Editing it during your free time after kicking anomaly butt and saving the Spiderverse

This is the motif you and Miggy come up with. A mix of rich tones and soft hues. The warmth of burgundy and amber blended with the coolness of tan and sage.

TRISHA NOTES: I forgot I owned a wedding board myself and idk the delulu in me was like might as well. But on a serious note, I was just thinking of the possibility of it coming true someday ahihihi getting married I mean. Anywaaay, trying to have intervals between posts cuz I don't wanna rush it but Part 2 goal is 2nd week of September!

[dyxtd21]

Honey Opal aesthetic moodboard!!

Honey Opal:

Honey Opal is a humanoid octopus with a striking and otherworldly appearance, blending human and cephalopod features in a unique and mesmerizing way. Her overall coloration is a soft, pale yellow (like pale gold), with subtle iridescent tones that shimmer in the light, evoking the richness of honey. Her entire body, including her tentacles, skin, and clothing, is covered in a viscous layer of honey that drips slowly whenever she moves, leaving a trail of golden sweetness in her wake.

Appearance:

Hair and Tentacles: Honey Opal’s most eye-catching feature is her "hair," which is not made of strands but rather long, fluid tentacles. These tentacles cascade down like flowing tresses, each one writhing and swaying with a life of its own. Some of these tentacles seem to emerge from her scalp, giving her the appearance of having hair, while others extend out further, wrapping around her or moving with a subtle grace. Her tentacles are the same pale golden-yellow hue as her skin but are coated in the same honey-like substance that drips off her body.

Skin and Face: Her skin is smooth, a soft pale yellow color that seems to glow faintly, giving her an ethereal, almost translucent quality, especially in the light. Her eyes are large and expressive, with deep golden irises that seem to glisten like liquid amber. Her facial features are sharp and sassy, with an ever-present smirk that hints at her mischievous nature.

Gemstone: A drop-cut Honey Opal gemstone is embedded in the center of her upper back. Its golden hues match the honey dripping from her body, and it pulsates softly with an inner light. The gemstone gives her a mystical aura and seems to be the source of her connection to the honey that constantly flows around her.

Clothing: She wears a tight-fitting outfit that resembles a sleek wetsuit, but it’s made of an iridescent material that mirrors the appearance of honey — glossy and smooth. The outfit clings to her form, accentuating her athletic yet slender build, and it appears as if it's woven into her very being. The honey coating her body gives the impression that her clothes are perpetually slick, shimmering under the light.

Personality:

Sassy and Sarcastic: Honey Opal is quick with a sharp remark, and her wit is as quick as her tentacles. She’s not afraid to throw out sarcastic comments or playful jabs, especially when she's in the company of others. Her humor often comes with a sting, much like a honeybee's, but it's rarely meant to cause real harm. She enjoys banter and thrives in conversations where she can playfully tease others.

Laid-Back and Chill: Despite her sharp tongue, Honey Opal has a laid-back and almost lazy demeanor. She doesn’t stress easily, preferring to "go with the flow" in most situations. Her movements, though precise, are often slow and relaxed, as if she’s unconcerned with the rush of the world around her. She’s the type to lounge about, draping herself over furniture or lazily floating in water, her tentacles gently trailing behind.

Confident and Self-Assured: Honey Opal carries herself with a high level of confidence, fully aware of the power and beauty she exudes. She doesn’t second-guess herself, and she often expects others to follow her lead, especially in situations where she feels her natural abilities give her an edge. Her self-assurance can sometimes come across as arrogance, but she backs it up with her sharp mind and formidable skills.

Seductive and Playful: She enjoys playing with people's perceptions of her, using her tentacles and her liquid-like appearance to create an alluring, almost hypnotic effect. Her honey-coated form, with its constant dripping, only adds to her mysterious charm. Whether she's teasing someone or simply enjoying the attention she draws, she has a subtle seductive edge to her interactions, always playing the part of someone who knows exactly what she's doing.

Adaptable and Clever: Like the octopus she’s modeled after, Honey Opal is adaptable and clever, able to change her tactics depending on the situation. She can be resourceful in tricky situations, using her tentacles in creative ways to get herself out of trouble. She’s excellent at reading people and situations, often using her sharp wit and tentacles to her advantage.

[sotwk]

For @fizzyxcustard

Sweet Dreams

Happy Birthday, dearest Jay! I wish all the good things in this world upon a sweet, kind lady like you, and I know your desires probably include living in a lovely cottage in a gorgeous countryside in the arms of the Richard man of your dreams. I hope this little moodboard helps manifest that.

I also wanted to include the full text of the beautiful poem inspiration, as well as the link to Richard's reading of it. <3 Hope you have a wonderful celebration!

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.

[sorryichasedyourmorning]

Amber Sweet AU Design!!

Got this idea from a buddy, so here's my moodboard design for Amber! The dogs are her two canonically owned dogs, the cupcake is because canonically her fave food is vanilla cupcakes with rainbow sprinkles, and the tree is a lepidodendron tree!

When I make these boards, I like to include urban legends/hoaxes that I think work with the characters. This really worked for Amber, in my opinion, as it's one of the more glamorized constant drug hallucinations and reports. I was honestly torn between that and the hat man lol. But anyway, I had SO MUCH FUN making this! Check my profile for a poll on the next board and dm me if you want a board for your own characters. (Art trades are fun >:3)

[amysteryspot]

Help a writer out - Peaky Blinders Edition

Hey there folks. I know it's been a while since I posted my writing in here, but life was a mess (still is, but that's a story for another day) and I had zero motivation to write. Now I'm trying to get back to it and also start to write for Peaky Blinders again. For that I'll need your help. I've got a bunch of OC's created and I want to try my hand at one of them. I'll let you all chose the one.

Bellow the cut there's little details from each one, and I'll create a poll so you all can vote on your favorite.

Agnes Stewart - from Little Lamb - Moodboard - A good catholic girl. That’s how people always referred to Agnes. She comes from a very strict and almost excessively catholic family, being considered a miracle since her parents had a hard time conceiving. Agnes is sweet and kinda, too shy for her own good, and afraid to really express her opinions. That changes when she starts working for Polly and gets to meet Tommy and Alfie. Surprisingly, she develops a very close relationship with Lizzie, and slowly lets herself become her own person, distancing herself from the abusive environment she was brought up in.

Amber Gold - Moodboard - Bonnie’s twin is a mystery to a lot of people. Known to have her mother’s looks and her father’s temper, she is an expert in herbs, helping a lot of people in the community. She is very proud of her heritage and a fierce protector of her family. And that’s why the last thing she expects is to fall for the man she learned to hate.

Aurelia Changretta - Moodboard - The youngest of the Changretta children is used at working in the shadows. She has always been a good listener, learning quickly and giving advice to both her father and older brothers. Aurelia knew that the mafia would never allow her to work for them, it didn’t matter how good she was, how sharp she was, and she made her peace with it, finding a way to be involved on the business without being upfront about it. She married at a young age to the son of the Don of the Sicilian mafia, the Cosa Nostra, only to lose hi. During the war. After her husband’s death, she stayed living with her father-in-law, until John Shelby beat up her brother Angel, and interference was needed to avoid a blood bath. Always the strategist, Aurelia saw in the vendetta a way to gain more power by marrying the Peaky Blinders leader, Thomas Shelby.

Cecilia Clarke - from “All the blood I lost with you” and “Lies in the Dark” - Moodboard - her love and her loss are the only things Cecilia knows well. Having being friends with the Shelby’s, specially Tommy, since she can remember, Cecilia has gone through a rough path, loving her best friend and being used by him through the years. What she wants the most is being free from him, but at the same time, she doesn’t know how to live without him.

Daphne Scott - from Nothing’s Fair in Love and War - Moodboard - Daphne is a former nurse that served during the war and has a close relationship with Alfie, working as his right-hand woman. She has a twin brother that died during the war. Tommy takes a liking to her when he starts working with Alfie and drama ensues with Alfie’s betrayal and Grace’s return. Her best friend, Harriet, is also a former nurse that, nowadays, owns a very known brothel in London. William, a doctor who served with both of them during the war is someone Daphne carries really close to heart, even when people expect their relationship to be awkward because they’re former lovers. She is a high-class lady that willingly chose to detach herself from her family for thinking differently.

Esther Solomons - appears in The Solomons Siblings and Hanukkah with the Solomons - Moodboard - The youngest sibling of the Solomons household is a girl that has all her brothers wrapped around her finger. Esther, named after Hadassa, know and Queen Esther, that marked a Persian king and was responsible for gaining the Jews permission for the Jews to kill their enemies when one of the king’s advisors gets permission to get all the Jews in the kingdom killed. She certainly takes the courage of her namesake, fighting prejudice and resistance while she was pursuing her studies and then, later, when she earned a place in her brother’s business.

Eve - from Wicked Ways - Moodboard - A liar and a thief. Eve navigates through life on her own. She has no roots and her loyalty is only to herself. Growing up without a family, being deceived and betrayed more than once, she learned never to trust in people. Eve leads her life and her or kin a very similar way: wrapped in secrets. You never know when she is going to show up or when she is going to live. Working as a thief, she holds leverage against all of her clients to keep herself alive, and tried very hard not to create attachments. Alfie has worked with her a few times, and introduces her to Tommy, marking the beginning of an interesting game of cat and mouse.

Geogiana Abbott - inspired Heaven in Hiding and Sold my soul to a three-piece - Moodboard - The village girl that wanted more than people thought she should. Georgiana grew up in the same village Michael was brought to, creating a strong bond with the boy. She has a younger sister and started having a complicated relationship with her parents once she voiced her aspirations of going to college. They wanted her to find a good husband and be a housewife, but Georgiana refused to settle down for anything less than what she dreamed of: becoming a lawyer. That’s how she chose to leave the village and go to Oxford to try her luck. Her family chose to cut any ties with her, she made her way through school with hard work and some unpleasant situations, having lost contact with everyone from the village, including Michael. Georgiana found an unexpected companion in Daniel Solomons, and after graduating ended up winning a case against Shelby Company Ltd, getting to encounter Michael again and meet his new family, including a very unpleased Tommy.

Ivy Shelby - Moodboard - The woman responsible for mending Tommy’s broken heart after Grace left for America, Ivy is the most loyal person the Shelby’s have ever met. Knowing about his past, she doesn’t expect that when Grace returns, Tommy will make the mistake of choosing her instead of what they’ve built together.

Kathleen Sheppard - inspired Better With You, Out of Time and Just Tonight - Moodboard - A friend, a counselor, a lover, a partner, a daughter... Kath has been many thing through her life, but she was always her own person. Growing up in Watery Lane, the only daughter of a Scottish mother and British father, she was always very close to the Shelby’s. Kath helped Polly keep things up and running during the war, when she lost both her parents. Tommy and her always treated each other as best-friends, having crossed that line a few times, becoming lovers of some sorts after he came back from the war. A complicated relationship that had many ups and down because the two of them are too strong headed to admit their feeling for fear to what it would mean to their friendship in case it didn’t worked out. The thing they never realized is that the relationship had been working just alright for a long time.

Laura Shelby - from I want a divorce - Moodboard - Bond to Tommy since before the war, Laura had learned to navigate through changes. She was the oldest child, the one that took care of the house and her siblings so her parents could work. That worked at home, as a seamstress to help with the bills. That is until she got pregnant and was almost thrown out of her family home for giving herself up to a gypsy. Then learning how to deal with leaving with the Shelby’s, with Tommy changing when his father went away and his mother killed herself. They had to go through the lost of their child and then the war. Life has made them both colder, harder, but even then, Laura never thought that she would have to deal with her husband’s unfaithfulness. Not when she was expecting their child.

Lilliana Oliver - Moodboard - the second child of a very influential family in London, Lilliana grew up loving horses more than people. She always dreamt of racing and fought hard against society rules to achieve what she wanted. And she won’t let any man stop her. Not even Tommy Shelby and the love she has for him.