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headless-angel-writes · 2 years ago

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Love Bites

Summary: Ya que Baz no quiere morderlo, Simon propone una alternativa.Carry On Countdown 2022: Colmillos

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Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43640946

@carryon-countdown

Simon.

I still don't understand why Baz refuses to bite me. He's not a monster and I know he won't hurt me. And it's something very intimate, that would connect us in a very special way. Plus, it's extremely hot.

anyone's wet dream is to have a vampire as a lover. And I, who have one, can't enjoy the associated benefits.

As much as I try to discuss it, he always cuts me off with the same argument.

"Cannibalism isn't sexy, Snow."

"Oh yeah? Tell that to Jeffrey Dahmer," I reply, sick of always hearing it

(Baz smacked me after that. It was a lame attempt at a joke. Even for me.)

But today I have a new approach for him. I don't know if it's weird to talk about it over dinner, but we're strangers anyway.

"Baz, can I talk to you about something," I say, stirring my mashed potato.

"You know you can, Simon."

He stretches his hand across the table, I take it.

"Since you won't bite me... Why don't we reach a middle ground?

I feel my face heat up. I'm still ashamed to talk about my kinks out loud, I can't deny it. But we must communicate with each other about all of our needs. (Yes, I learned that in therapy).

"What do you mean love?"

He intertwines our fingers and squeezes a little, trying to encourage me to talk.

"Can you give me hickeys? And use your fangs a bit."

Baz is thinking. I can almost hear him.

"You're talking about using my fangs, but without actually hurting you.

Technically a hickey is a wound. I'm not mentioning it.

"Yes"

"And no drawing blood."

It's not a question.

"Yeah, no blood."

Oh, boring. But I can accept that. Baz is quiet, stroking my hand, just a minute longer.

"It's okay. Let's do it" he says at last.

It makes me want to jump on him right now, not caring if our dinner is ruined. Instead, I just bring his hand to my mouth and kiss his knuckles.

Baz tries to make small talk while we eat. I reply with pure gibberish. I'm not paying attention to him, and that makes me feel a slight twinge of guilt.

But I can't stop thinking now that he's agreed. Does it hurt? How will it look on me? Does Baz think it's freaky? Can it be done in my wings? Will I actually enjoy it when he finally gives me a hickey?

I have no experience with hickeys. I read a couple of articles on the internet about it. Still, it's different reading about it than experiencing it firsthand. Just thinking about it makes me aroused

We finish our dinner and Baz goes to the living room. I can hear the TV on while I do the dishes. This week it's my turn to do it.

Eating dinner, doing the dishes, watching some shows on TV and then going to bed seems like an old marriage routine. I don't mind, I like knowing what to expect. And so does Baz. It's comforting after the chaos our lives were before.

I'm so focused on my task that I jump a little when I feel Baz hugging me from behind. (He spelt my wings and tail away before dinner.) His hot breath tickles the back of my neck.

"Come to the room when you are finished," he says.

"I thought we were going to watch a movie."

He begins to trail kisses down my neck. They're quick and tender, but it's enough to send a shiver down my spine. His grip on me tightens.

"That can wait."

As he speaks, I can feel his teeth brush against my skin. Oh for Merlin's sake.

As soon as it started, it stops. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Baz leaves the kitchen. I hurry to rinse everything off and dry my hands. Then I rush to meet him.

He is lying in bed, reading something on his mobile. He has removed his trousers and shirt, leaving only his boxers. It's awkward that I'm still dressed. As soon as he sees me, he puts his phone away. Suddenly I'm overcome with shyness. I don't know how to approach him.

"Do you need help removing your clothes?

I shake my head and start to undress while he stares at me. Sometimes I still find it hard to believe he's actually attracted to me.

Now I'm undressed, I finally step closer. He leads me over until I'm lying on the bed next to him. I'm not sure what to do now.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," I tell him.

"Stop thinking so much," he replies, touching my forehead.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. It's sweet and slow. Wonderful how our mouths fit together so well. It doesn't take long for the kiss to increase in depth. As I start to run out of breath, he takes the opportunity to start moving down my neck, kissing it. I breathe a sigh. When he does that, I enjoy it, my neck is a sensitive spot.

"I'm doing it now," he says against my skin.

"Please."

I stroke his hair. He holds me by my sides, firmly.

Baz's fangs graze over my jugular, just enough to feel their sharpness; it makes me groan in frustration. He retracts them, but his mouth stays on my neck. His mouth licking and sucking on my skin. It hurts a little, but it's a good pain. Pleasurable.

It's much better than I expected. And I can't stop panting. Up against my thigh, I feel Baz react to the sounds I make. When he's satisfied, pulls his mouth away, but not before leaving a kiss on the newly formed bruise. It gives me goosebumps. Baz moves my jaw and examines his work.

"For my first love bite, I think it looks pretty good," he says.

"It's just that you're an expert at sucking."

That makes him laugh.

"Are you serious?"

I shrug

"I'm not lying. You're an expert at sucking blood... and other stuff too."

He bites my throat and I laugh. Even though he didn't do it with force, I feel as if his teeth, his fangs, are digging straight into my soul.

"Sometimes I don't understand why you're still with me. I'm a monster."

His mournful tone worries me. I cup his face in my hands, to make him look at me.

"No, you're not." I kiss his nose, "I wish you could see yourself as I see you, Baz."

His eyes water a little. He doesn't answer me but reaches out for me to hug him. I do. My breathing is still heavy, and I can still feel his hard dick against my leg.

"Besides, your fangs are so sexy. I like it when you bite me."

He pulls away from me. There are dry tears on his face. I wipe them away with my thumbs.

"Then let me pamper you, Simon."

Baz's tongue moves slowly over my throat. My fingers dig into the back of his neck and his back. No doubt I'm going to leave fingernail marks on his body,

He gives small thrusts into my thigh. His moans are drowned against my neck. My hard cock begs for attention. I tap a few times on his hip. He gets the message and turns a little, just enough to bring our crotches together. I leave my hand on his ass and try to pull him closer to me.

"Fuck," I let out a sigh.

Baz is still focused on my neck. He bites down from time to time, letting me feel his fangs. And he sucks in a few spots. He's going to leave several marks. I can't complain. We haven't stopped grinding this whole time. The rocking of our hips is delicious. However, I think I need a little more stimulation if I want to come.

I bring one of my hands down to the spot where our penises touch. Baz is still wearing his boxer shorts, so I pull them down a little to free his shaft. He's dripping wet, and so am I.

I grab both of us in one hand and start stroking our cocks. My motions are quick. And barely coordinated, but they make Baz lose control. He pulls away from my neck and seeks my gaze.

"I'm so close," he says.

"Come for me, baby," I whisper as I nibble on his earlobe.

After a few more strokes, he reaches orgasm, and I orgasm seconds later. My hand, as well as our bellies, are covered in cum. I don't care at the moment.

My breathing is quite laboured. Baz drops onto my chest. He grimaces when he notices how sticky and filthy I am. Still, he doesn't let go.

"We should take a bath in the tub," he says a while later.

To be honest, I'm too lazy to take a bath right now. Although sleeping covered in dried spunk and sweat doesn't sound like a nice thing to do. Plus I can take advantage of the fact that my wings are hidden.

"Yeah, let's do that."

In the bathroom, as the tub fills, I stare at the marks on my skin. They stand out a lot as if they were roses. It's the first time I have had wounds that were made with love. I smile at the mirror.

If I could, I'd let everyone see me like this.

"Do you want me to fix your hickeys?" says Baz.

I can't help but laugh. I gesture for him to come over to me. He understands and hugs me from behind.

"Baz, the point of hickeys is to mark a person. I want it to show that I'm yours."

( After the bath, when he offers to rub aloe on my skin to bring the swelling down a bit, I let him.. If he wants to take care of me, I won't stop him)

#carry on simon #carry on countdown #carry On Countdown 2022 #coc 2022 #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #snowbaz fanfiction

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thesmalltowngal · 5 years ago

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COC Snowbaz 3- The Dragon Boy, the Vampire, and Crup

COC #3: Magickal Creatures

Baz and Simon adopt a... dog...?

~ This is much fluff and I had so much fun writing this one. A weird amount of fun. Enjoy! ~

Somehow, I roped Baz into adopting a dog with me. It took hours of convincing, begging and doing some other… things. (Him, mostly.) He said Snow, I’m not your keeper. If you want a dog, get a dog. To which I frowned and replied, But Baaazzzzz. I want a dog with you! Together! That seemed to soften him up. Plus, all I really have to do to convince him to do anything is kiss him softly and work my jaw the way he loves- that always seems to shut him right up. He finally relented, and now here we are at the pound, ready to get a little best friend.

As soon as Baz steps in, he picks his shoe up, inspecting the muck on it that I don’t even see. “Snow, this… pound is as dirty as our room in the morning.” I look around theatrically and then shush him.

“Keep our sexual habits to yourself, Basil,” He rolls his eyes, but I can see a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He walks toward the front desk and it greeted by a short blonde woman. I’m bouncing on my heels, ready to see the dogs, and my invisible tail smacks Baz in the arse. He shoots me a warning glare. (Warning for what, I don’t know. He seems to like my tail, so…)

“Hello, lads! How might I help you?” Grumpy Baz collects himself and stands up straighter, more composed than he was when we walked in. After all this time away from his father, he still feels the need to be cool and nonchalant when he talks to people. I give his hand a squeeze.

“We’re here to…” He looks back and sighs at me, finally giving in to being happy. A full smile appears on his face. (Crowley, I love it when he smiles.) “Adopt a dog. Show us your finest.” The woman smiles brightly at us, looks down at our conjoined hands, and then smiles even brighter. She sports a pride pin on her vest.

“Right this way, dears!” She leads us into a separate room where there are dogs all around in kennels, categorized by breeds. “Take your time- this is a tough decision! We have some great options here. Just call me back when you want to take a walk with one of them.” She leaves us alone with all of the dogs and they are all so cute that I think I might just explode.

I tug on Baz’s sleeve hurriedly. “Oh, Baz! Can we get all of them??” I give him my best puppy dog eyes (pun intended), and he smiles a lopsided smile at me.

“Now Simon, this is of the utmost importance. We mustn’t simply decide based on the ‘cuteness factor’. We must take time to evaluate. In short, no, we cannot adopt every single dog in here.” I frown at him, but he keeps dragging me along slowly as he scrutinizes each puppy in each cage dramatically. There are some bigger black dogs that are really energetic, but we don’t have room in our apartment for a larger dog.

“Sorry, puppies,” I say as I scratch them on the ear as I walk by. They whimper behind me and my heart breaks a little.

In another cage, I see five Cocker Spaniels, and I almost point them out to Baz, but then I think of Agatha and I decide to not say anything about them. I’m happy that I chose Baz; it was the best bloody decision of my entire life.

“Hey, babies? Will one of you come with us? Huh? Are you gonna get a home?” I put on my best baby voice while I talk to them. When I talk about a home, Baz looks down at me sympathetically, but I wave him off. I haven’t even thought of my orphanage experiences once since we got here. I have a home now- with Baz.

Soon, we’re almost to the end of the line, when Baz abruptly stops in front of a kennel and crouches down to see the dog inside. It’s white with brown spots and it has… a forked tail?! So cool. It’s jumped up against the bars and snuggling against Baz as he scratches his/her ear. His face breaks out into a grin.

“C’mere, Simon. Come meet this one,” He sounds so happy that I can’t help myself as I gravitate toward him and sit down in front of the dog. It backs away slightly at first, but then it hesitantly comes closer. I put out my hand and it starts sniffing me like it’s on a mission. I tentatively pet it, and it lets me, but it kind of nips at my fingers a little bit. It reminds me of Baz- careful to not get too close, always scrutinizing me. But I think it would be very loyal and loving if we got to know each other.

“I dunno, Baz. I don’t think it liked me very much…” But even as I express my concerns, Baz is already going to get the lady. She comes back (her name tag says Amanda- I hadn’t noticed before) and unlocks the kennel with the single puppy in it. She holds it in her arms as she tells us more about it.

“This little guy is definitely peculiar. A Jack Russell Terrier… of sorts. He doesn’t seem to like people to get too close, but,” She pauses as the dog climbs out of her arms and jumps into Baz’s. He catches it and smiles wildly. “He seems to have taken a liking to you!”

“What’s its name?” I ask as Baz brings the dog closer to me, sniffing around where my wings are.

“Crup! It came on his collar when he wandered to our door two days ago. He hasn’t been eating much, but boy is he energetic! And he’s the only puppy I’ve ever seen with a forked tail. He’s a pretty special guy. I reckon about three weeks old,” She pauses, looking at the both of us petting Crup. “Would you like to take him out for a walk?”

“Very much so,” I say as Baz shakes his head enthusiastically. I think he’s more sure about this dog then he’s ever been about me. It’s nice to see him so… open and playful. Maybe he wants this dog more than me. I let out a little laugh despite myself.

Amanda takes us out back to walk and play with Crup a little, and I’ve never seen Baz so playful and happy. He runs around with him, finally having a companion as fast as him. When they get done, Baz comes to sit with Crup and I in the grass. The puppy wanders over to me and I let him sit in my lap, scratching him behind the ears. As the dog smells around me and licks me carefully, Baz looks at me, a joyful look in his eyes.

“So? What do we think?” He asks me urgently.

“I think,” I lean in and kiss him softly with Crup still in my arms, wagging his forked tail. I lean back a little and rest my forehead on Baz’s. “That we found our dog.” He smiles back at me as he stands up and offers me his hand.

“Our dog. I could get used to that, Snow.”

…

“Why won’t he eat, Baz?” We’ve had Crup at home for a couple of days now, and he’s been just bloody lovely, except he refuses to eat dog food! We’ve tried practically every kind so far. Baz huffs around our room, holding Crup.

“Snow, have you ever heard the word ‘Crup’ before? It sounds familiar…”

“Well, not that I know of,”

“Let me make a call. Hold the dog.” He puts the dog back in my arms and wanders into our living room. I can hear him speaking urgently on the phone. When he finally comes back into the room, he pulls on his hair and mutters something frustratedly.

“Of-fucking-course, when we get a dog it would have to be a Crup-”

“What is a Crup, Basilton?!” I yell at him. I put the dog down for a second and grab Baz’s hands, willing him to stop and look at me.

“Well, Mr. Scamander down in Essex says that we got the one kind of bloody dog that eats gnomes. Fucking gnomes, Snow. He’s loyal to wizards, but an absolute terror to Normals. So,” He sighs defeatedly and sits on our bed next to me. “What do you propose we do?” I look down at the little puppy, looking so hungry but still so kind as he curls around my feet. Maybe I’m not so Normal and boring as I thought. Maybe I haven’t lost everything magic about me.

“I s’pose we just have to get some gnomes. C’mon then, Baz.” I get up, extending a hand out to him. He sighs, looking down at Crup. Then he smiles and takes my hand.

As we walk down to his car, he looks at me thoughtfully. “Hey Simon?” He whispers.

“Yeah?” He takes my hand and pulls me in to gently kiss my temple. After all this time, I still get butterflies when he does that.

“Turns out you’re not so Normal, after all.”

“I guess not.” I smile widely at him and use my tail to smack him on the arse again. He cocks and eyebrow at me and pushes me against the wall.

“Do that again, and we’ll never make it out of here to get the gnomes…” I bite my lip, but stop anyway. For now, we have to go get our wizard-loving dog some gnomes.

“Let’s go get our magickal dog some magickal food, you arsehole.” He laughs as I bump into him with my shoulder and then take his hand.

Nothing about the dragon boy and the vampire with the magickal dog is Normal by any means.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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sorbriquette · 6 years ago

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Right, so it’s established that Baz has a thing for Simon’s tail though??

Technically it’s a cartoon devil tail no??

But still the question must be asked:

Does this nudge Baz into fucking furry territory?????

#Carry On #I'm sorry for making yall read this but it had to be asked #I mean the boy has a tail kink???#Do I need to be kink shaming Baz???

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shemakesmeforget · 3 years ago

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2021 snowbaz smut fic rec (part 1)

ive been teasing about this fic rec for so long so please lets just all click under the cut (MIND THE TAGS), okay, lets go!!

Ask by starwarned (@snowybank)

[1k/canonverse/fluff]

That's right, that's my boy.

A rework of the most heartbreaking line.

• the concept of taking lines out of context and making something different out of them, it's very cool. This captures canon feels and more. Very soft too!!

no hairtie? no problem! by anonfic6

[1k/canonverse/light s/d]

Simon's here to pull your hair back for you! Offer extended only to Baz Pitch.

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More smut, ft. Simon with a hair-pulling kink.

• sweet, tender, kinky and fun, the whole package.

Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me by annabellelux (@annabellelux)

[7k/canonverse/light s/d]

Simon wants to take his relationship with Baz to the next level: so he asks Baz to thrall him in bed.

• as always, annabellelux delights with amazing smut. Hot and intimate and kinky, GOOD STUFF

The Privatisation of Water by LakeWitch (@eelwinks)

[12k/college au/texting]

To get Baz off his back about their class presentation, Simon texts back saying he's busy.

When Baz presses him further, Simon says he's wanking.

Neither Simon nor Baz expects Baz to text "Prove it."

So, Simon proves it.

• this fic has all the stuff I like condensed in beautiful writing, author!!! your mind!!!

Burn Me Alive, Simon Snow by crumbsinmycleavage

[2k/canonverse/pwp - dubcon]

My hand flies to my throat and then to the cuts on my chin. My cross. I took it off weeks ago.

I hurry over to my bed and dig it out, but I don’t put it on. Instead I walk around Baz and stand in his space until he has to look at me. He does. His teeth are clenched, and his head is tipped back and to the side, like he’s just waiting for me to make the first move.

Way too much sexual tension goes to waste in this original chapter of Carry On so I’m here to fix that

• very clever to give this scene smut, I love it, it fits so well

Unmaking, Undoing by Anonymous

[6k/canonverse/pwp]

There are four steps to getting an uptight Baz Pitch to admit he wants sex. Simon knows all of them.

Banter and monster-parts, for the monster-part enthusiast. As much shit-talking and tenderness as there is smut and gratuitous use of the tail.

• ah yes is monster fucking time but if I'm being honest I think about this fic at least once a week. It's amazing, written so well and it portraits intimacy and fucking unhinged kinky smut

On Love's Light Wings by Anonymous

[3k/canonverse/pwp]

The wings have some untapped potential. Simon wants them spelled away for the night, Baz asks politely that they remain out. Then he makes good use of them. The best use of them. Well, he uses them for sure.

• another monster fucking fic I can't stop thinking about! established relationship fic where they're actually comfortable with each other to explore stuff they like!!!!! YES!

What Happens in Vegas by gettingby (@im-gettingby )

[4k/canonverse/threesome]

Simon and Baz take a trip to Las Vegas for their fifth wedding anniversary. They run into a fit, blue-eyed stranger who gives them more than they bargained for.

• its threesome time. Okay, I used to hate Lamb thought he was dumb af UNTIL I read this fic and now i only like him for horny reasons. Healthy dynamic for once omg bless!! also very sexy and in character.

No Holding Back by aralias (@captain-aralias)

[5k/canonverse/dubcon]

"I went to sleep covered in blood. When I wake up, someone is licking it off me."

A magic amulet makes Baz act on his repressed instincts.

• the token dark fic of the list. The visual is too much for my little brain to handle. And so angsty! ahhh delicious angsty smut.

#carry on #carry on fic rec #simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #wayward son #any way the wind blows #simon snow trilogy #simon snow series #fic rec #chel fic recs #if anyone wants to be untagged lmk #and if any of the authors that i didnt tagged want to be tagged lmk too #ALSO this is short i realized there were some older fics asdljasl #the next part should up at the end of the month or so

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fatalfangirl · 3 years ago

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It's the spicy edition~~~ Stay away youngins!

I have had a very stressful week and nothing helps lift the spirits quite like smut. Here are four explicit fics that I really enjoyed and I hope will brighten your day, too.

Recs below the cut.

Goblins Fuck - NSFW - by theflyingpeach

So fucking hot. That's everything on this list, but this fic hit me hard with some of my favorite kinks. Mind the tags, but dang if you're into the idea of Simon and goblins, you will not be disappointed. And even though I really should have expected the twist at the end, I did not. What a delight.

A Role to Play - NSFW - by @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

Watford era roleplay? Yes, please. This fic does an excellent job of mixing the sexy playfulness of what's essentially a porno setup with the softness of being in an established relationship. There are simply not enough fics with tie yanking and sword brandishing in the bedroom, and this delivers on both. Relaxation Revelation is also 🥵🙏 - this time established relationship and a bathtub. Read both, you'll be happy you did.

Come and Get Me - NSFW - by @kherub (HumBum)

I'm obsessed with feral, desperate Simon. This fic gives you those "can't get enough of him" AWTWB feelings and then some. It's poetic, it's visceral, it has Baz getting his brains fucked out. I can't stop thinking about it. And the tail use is *chef's kiss* I desperately want more people to read this so we can scream together.

Honey, I'm Home - NSFW - by @captain-aralias

I recently finished Classroom Politics and I LOVED it. (And of course, I am devouring Restoration Ecology, which if you're not...I don't know what to say other than stop wasting time here and go catch up before the next chapter this weekend). Anyway, I finally got around to reading this bonus explicit follow-up to CP and 🙏 bless. Aralias's writing in this is so flirty and fun and hot. It's a fic with multiple rounds of sex, but it also has a lot of heart and the ending actually choked me up a bit. Hot rim jobs AND emotional reflections?? How dare you (I adore you, never change).

Finally, I'm going to be bold for once and do a little self-promo. If you're into sex with specky Simon then check out my fic Burberry Glasses! I re-read it recently, and I actually really like how the smut came out.

#snowbaz #fic rec

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starwarned · 3 years ago

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@carryon-countdown 2021

Day 29, 23 December: Snow

rated E, 1674 words, general tags: explicit sex, some gentle monsterfucking, both of them being gross, spit fixation courtesy of baz, i bet you can guess what kink this includes based on the prompt

Read under the cut!

BAZ

There’s spit on his lip.

I zero in on it and then bend down to lick it up.

Simon moans underneath me and presses his lips to mine more firmly, shifting a bit so he can put a hand on the back of my neck, shooting goosebumps down my spine. He’s gasping into my mouth, scrabbling at the sheets with his free hand, and trying to pull me impossibly closer to him by the grip on my neck.

I pull away just enough to resituate myself on his hips and reach for the bottle of lube.

Simon’s eyes go wide and he makes a low growling noise in his chest when he sees. “Please,” he mutters, reaching for the bottle.

“Ah, ah,” I tut, lifting it out of his reach. “I’d like to do this myself, if that’s agreeable.” (It’s not really agreeable — for either of us, but it’s a means to an end so I’ll make the sacrifice.) (Simon’s fingers inside of me is something I dream about whenever it’s not happening, but I have a goal here, and coming untouched the moment he gets one of his fingers into me is not conducive to the evening’s plans.)

Despite his hands being right there (his fucking beautiful hands), settled on my hips now, I lift myself off Simon’s body enough to support myself on my knees and I finger myself open.

I’m two fingers deep when Simon surges up to start kissing my chest, knocking me back a bit to hover over his thighs. He sucks at my nipples and drags his nails along my sides, high pitched needy sounds that could belong to either of us filling the room.

“More,” Simon pants against my chest, his mouth lolling open, his tongue above my nipple, and his spit slicked mouth looking more appetizing than I’ve ever seen it. I’m only barely keeping my fangs at bay so I kiss him while I’m still sure I won’t hurt him.

Even as I’m kissing him, he won’t shut up.

“You can take more, yeah?” he mutters, voice muffled by how deep my tongue is in his mouth. I bite down hard on his lip, but I’m immediately following his request, pressing a third finger into myself and pulling away from his mouth to watch his pink-splotched face and hear his heart thump loudly against his ribcage.

“Fuck,” I whimper, pressing up against my own prostate until it makes my legs shake and I’m in danger of coming before this has even begun.

Then suddenly Simon’s tail is nudging against my fingers.

I flick my eyes to him in shock (and he’s blushing, bless him), but when I slightly twist my fingers to the side, the spade of his tail presses into me slightly, just barely nudging against my rim and not pressing in any further.

“Baz, I—”

“Don’t apologize,” I gasp, the sound of my own voice foreign to my ears. “Keep going.” I don’t know if I mean push it in more or just keep doing what he’s doing, but either way, Simon delivers on both accounts.

His tail traces along my skin, flicking and pushing slightly into me, brushing against my fingers.

There’s no way the spade is going to fit inside me — at least, not right now; I won’t give up hope for another time — so I push it out of the way and pull my fingers out of myself.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Like this?” he asks in return, referring to me still being on top of him.

I watch Simon swallow — watch the wet slide of his lips together and then the slow path of the swallow down his neck and into the dip of his throat. I lean down and chase it with my tongue, sucking at his collarbone and sternum. His skin flushes under my mouth and I try and follow every color shift with my teeth.

“Like this,” I confirm against the slight dip between his pectorals. I press my face between them and inhale deeply — sweat, sex, 3-in-1 green apple body wash/shampoo/conditioner.

Simon drops his hands from my hips where I realize he’s been gripping me the whole time, and he slides one hand around to glide against my rim, sliding a finger in just to the first knuckle, knocking my breath out of me quickly.

“C’mon then,” he whines, tugging his hand away and finding a grip on his cock, starting to pull down at my hip.

I sink down onto him.

The stretch is so good — it’s been a while. I slowly ease myself down until my arse is flush with his hips and then rock forward a bit, jostling a moan out of Simon. His hands find a grip in my hair and he’s kissing me harshly just as he bucks up.

My fangs slide into place and I feel one catch on his lip.

I pull back quickly, mouth already open to apologize, but Simon’s licking his lip and swiping away the blood, immediately pushing back up to kiss me.

It’s the tiniest cut (I’ve done much worse to him — consensually, of course) and he feels so good inside me that I can’t find it in me to be freaked out. His blood’s barely in my mouth. It’s just enough to get me moving.

I lift up my hips and then sit back against him, groaning as his cock shifts inside of me.

“Baz,” he moans. “Babe, you feel— oh, so good.”

Spurred on by Simon’s inability to ever be quiet in bed (not that I want that), I start to set a rhythm pressing up and down on his cock, my thighs sort of burning as I do so, but it’s not an unwelcome burn.

I sit up so I can press my hands against his chest to hold myself in a sitting position, but his lip is still sort of bleeding and there’s just enough of the taste of his blood on my tongue that I almost immediately fall back onto him, our chests sliding together with sweat.

“Baz.”

“Simon,” I return, his name catching in my throat like I’m about to cry. I might be.

It’s so good. There’s pressure and heat everywhere and every bit of my skin that’s on Simon’s is on fire. I’m burning up from every corner of my being.

I’m kissing him still, everything coming out of either of our mouths half-uttered and half-swallowed.

There’s heat building in my stomach — too soon, too soon, but it’s not going to stop. I’m flat against his chest and sort of rocking back and back, dragging my own cock between our torsos. It’s hot and too much and not enough and I’m—

“Fuck!”

It’s all coming to a point inside of me. I push myself up with my hands on his shoulder and neck and Simon pants loudly, “Come on, Baz, please—”

And I do. I barely get a hand around myself before I’m coming, my cock twitching in my hand as I stroke myself through it and blurt out Simon’s name wrapped in expletives and moans. I’m too aware of how he feels still inside me, still thrusting up into me and hitching against my prostate.

I’m babbling, talking without consequence, without breath — “Simon, Simon, Simon, darling— fuck, oh, yeah, Circe that’s so good, oh—”

I cut off as it becomes a bit too much. I squirm and put my hands on Simon’s shoulders, still having trouble breathing from how hard I just came.

“Do you need—?” he asks, hesitating. His voice is tight and clipped like he’s having trouble speaking.

“Yeah,” I mutter, too sensitive. I carefully lift myself off his cock — his hands find my hips again, and immediately press myself down his legs and settle between them to take his cock into my mouth.

“Oh,” Simon moans loudly, fingers entangling themselves into my hair and tugging. “So good, fuck—”

Swallowing around him, I grip his hips and start to move my head forward and back, pulling out every trick I’ve got in my pocket. I can feel my own spit and his precome dripping from the corner of my mouth and onto the base of his cock. I run my thumb through it and then use it to press against his hole softly.

Voice pitched up, Simon moans and thrusts up into my mouth. I’m still holding his other hip down so he doesn’t get very far, but I can tell he’s close. (Even without him moaning “Fuck, Baz, I’m so close, I’m so fucking close,” which he’s also doing.)

I suck hard, press the tip of my thumb into him, and he comes into my mouth.

I hold him down and swallow. His cock twitches in my mouth and I gather the last of his release on my tongue, loving the feeling of the weight and taste against my tongue. I push myself off of him and slide up towards his mouth.

He surges up to kiss me. I try to warn him, but he won’t be cautioned.

I kiss back and his saliva and his release mingle on our tongues. He moans noisily, gripping me tightly around the shoulders as he licks into my mouth, searching out every last bit of his taste combined with mine. There’s still the taste of his own blood in his mouth. I hold his cheeks and press myself close to him.

By the time we’ve both had the decency to be a bit embarrassed over what we just did, it’s too late in the night to be making a big deal out of anything so we clean ourselves up in comfortable silence (well, I clean us up. Simon falls asleep after managing to get his semen in my hair).

I climb back into bed and into his arms after I’ve had a shower and a snack. He’ll be mad that I ate the last of the mint Aero bars, but he’ll probably just invade my mouth tomorrow, demanding that I share the taste.

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seducing-a-vampire · 4 years ago

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I felt called to do this today-- and just generally to shout about how in awe I am of the talent in this fandom!

Tagging all those I tagged here, if you feel like it! And anyone else who wants to share the love! xoxoxo

I limited myself to only one-shots posted in the last few months and still got a little out of control. So, here are just a few of the MANY fics that have blessed my AO3 history lately!

call it even by @effing-numpties (T, 846 words)

“And the road not taken looks real good now And it always leads to you and my hometown” -'tis the damn season, taylor swift

Baz returns home for the holidays and runs into his ex-roommate/almost boyfriend in a pub.

BEST TAG: baz being really dramatic send tweet

MY THOTS: it’s no secret i am a slut for carry on x taylor swift content (and calli keeps gracing us with that!!!), but even apart from that, this is an achingly beautiful fic. The dynamic of seeing each other after years apart and never knowing what could have been is expressed so wonderfully. It’s a hell of an emotional journey in < 1000 words, and I can’t wait for the rest of these evermore fics!!

I have the power of magic and Vine compilations on my side by @vampire-named-gampire (T, 5240 words)

“What’s going on?” I whisper to Penny, who’s gaping at Miss Possibelf, her expression part excited, part horrified. “Listen,” she says, rolling her eyes. (She’s scarily like Baz sometimes. Or Baz is scarily like her.) “That includes memes, Vines, Tik-Toks and whatever else you could think of,” Miss Possibelf says. My mouth falls open as I realize what’s going on. “Are we… are we doing Internet spells?”

BEST TAG: the mage gets owned

MY THOTS: if you somehow missed this gem during COC, please do yourself a favor and RUN to AO3 right now. It’s hilarious and sweet and we truly love to see established relationship moments at Watford! Brought us iconic spells like “Move I’m Gay” which is canon to me now.

left on read by @sncwbaz (G, 1671 words)

Baz stared at the texts long enough that his screen almost turned to black again. He was about to close out of the app when a tiny speech bubble with moving dots appeared at the bottom of the chat. It took him a moment and a held breath to figure out what this meant. Simon was typing.

Baz can't sleep and decides that reading through past text conversations he's had with Simon is a good way to spend the very early ours of the morning. Things get interesting when he suddenly sees that Simon is typing something. At 3am.

BEST TAG: low key angst

MY THOTS: a quietly heartbreaking but also hopeful look at simon + baz’s relationship as they struggle to connect sometime pre-WS. They’re tender and hesitant and awkward, and it’s all beautifully written. read this!

NSFW recs under the cut:

Been In Between by @snowybank (E, 1586 words)

“Ready for another?”

Baz splutters. “Absolutely not. I do have a refractory period, Simon.”

Simon and Baz are soft (and hard) and they test some limits.

BEST TAG: just a fuckin SPRINKLE of praise kink and monsterfucking

MY THOTS: Yall. I don’t even know what to say except if you are a human with a pulse you need to read this fic. Lauren is a fucking ICON at writing smut with so many feelings, and this was an absolute masterpiece. The best part of it is ... kind of a spoiler???? At least it took me by surprise and positively melted my heart. So read it and be melted yourself.

Hot in Here by @otherworldsivelivedin (M, 2599 words)

Simon Snow can’t dance. At least, that’s what I thought. This fic is pure self-indulgence over the fact that 90s/00s R&B is The Best genre to go dancing to 👌 and my all time favourite HC that Simon can't ballroom dance, but that boy got moves and I will die on this hill.

BEST TAG: A love letter to 90s/00s R&B

MY THOTS: i cry when i think about how much I love this fic. Dem spun the most masterful world in a small space, and it’s just so FUN????? it’s HILARIOUS??? and I just love to see these boys enjoying life. truly an instant classic in my mind.

Envy of the Gods by @motherscarf (E, 8526 words, see warnings)

“You are a naiad?” The nymph rolled their eyes. “You are a cow? Or a man. Both?” Their tone was sarcastic. Simon didn’t notice. “I am a man,” Simon frowned. He hadn’t tucked his tail very well- it twitched free as if it wanted to argue with his statement. Simon pretended he didn’t notice. “You don’t… seem like a nymph.” “And what, pray tell, does a nymph seem like?” Sneered the nymph.

Or, Orpheus & Eurydice au, but Simon is a minotaur and Baz is a naiad

BEST TAG: cancel Apollo 2020

MY THOTS: okay, I admittedly was not a Greek Mythology Gay (tm) and i am woefully lacking in said knowledge, but that did absolutely nothing to lessen my enjoyment of this beautiful and heart-wrenching fic. Also, I’ve since been working my way through percy jackson books for the first time (lol) and this fic has been oft on my mind. The prose is immaculate, and the emotions are soft, and just everything is too too lovely and bittersweet!!!! GAH.

Adams Driver is Well Fit by @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire (E, 709 words)

Set Watford 8th year. Simon and Penny watch Star Wars at the cinema. Is Simon really thirsting after Adam Driver - a certified sex god? Or could it be someone else?

BEST TAG: The author isn't into Adam Driver but can sure appreciate good aesthetics

MY THOTS: i am incredibly self-indulgent in reccing this because Di very kindly wrote it for me BUT everyone else should read it too because it is: (1) hilarious, (2) sweet, and (3) truly demonstrates the lengths of simon’s lack of self-awareness. and we love that for him. also in my mind, everyone in CO/WS is a star wars nerd.

#stole 'thots' from lauren #hehehehe #Thirsty Thursday #fic recs #i love all yall

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not-called-greg · 3 years ago

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i’m currently applying to work as a book shelver at my uni library and one of the questions on the application form is “what books have you recently read that you have enjoyed and have they inspired you?” like how do i explain that baz pitch has a tail kink?

#anyway the wind blows #baz pitch #simon snow series #simon snow

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cultgambles · 6 years ago

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Snowbaz Headcanons

hi.

what else is there to say?

Masterlist | Requests? open

some nsfw,,,

baz is a bottom. that’s it. fight me.

baz finds it hot when simon’s tail wraps around him

more often then not, simon’s wings act as a shield/cocoon for the two of them.

simon doesn’t wear his cross anymore.

baz spends so much time at simon and penny’s flat he has two drawers with his clothes.

baz sometimes opens his eyes when they’re kissing--just to make sure it isn’t all a dream

simon finally got baz to go to therapy with him

both of them like nature walks

each year they go visit ebb’s grave. simon leaves a tiny ceramic goat.

they also go to Natasha Grimm-Pitch’s grave under the catacombs.

yeah, mordelia? baz’s sister? she sings the K-I-S-S-I-N-G song

baz is annoyed greatly, and simon finds it endearing

simon gets depressed about his magic being gone, and sometimes sinks for days. this breaks baz’s heart every time.

they do that stargazing thing (the one when simon gave baz his magic in their bedroom.

okay if you were to walk into their old watford room, baz’s bed would be on the left, simon’s on the right. They’d have one desk between the beds, with the window above it. their dressers are at the wall the door is on. left of baz’s room is their bathroom.

baz still stares at simon while he sleeps

wasteful of electriciy, i know, but sometimes they dance in the kitchen in the middle of the night, the fridge leaving a glow on both of them.

simon’s a heater. all the time.

i think simon would be a history buff, while baz studies economics.

it takes them twice as long to get out of bed together because all they wanna do is cuddle. Penny barges into their room.

Agatha visited when Penny invited her over, and she was still wary of baz.

“Simon, what’s the enemy doing in your flat?”

i think simon is bi.

lucy and natasha have a good bonding because their sons are so cute.

baz loves christmas. (simon literally came to his house and they became a thing.) (he always goes overboard.)

simon has a strong street accent, which he tries to gid rid of at watford (that’s why he sputters and shit) (does that make any sense)

baz’s got his kinks down to a T, simon is more of a try anything once kind of guy.

baz will usually come first.

simon has a lot of stamina. a lot.

#carry on #rainbow rowell #Headcanon #snowbaz #snowbaz headcanon #simon snow #baz pitch #fanfic #fanfiction #writing

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permanent-goblin · 3 years ago

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Any Way the Wind Blows reaction

chapter 32:

hehehehehehehehehe oh sassy simon at it again

AHAHAAHHAHAHAHHH it was tots a date baz

ARE YOU SURE BAZ

ARE YOU

TRULY

SURE

DARLING BAZ

HE WAS INTO YOU

BAZ SWEETY

HE WAS TRYING TO HIT YOU UP THEN HE LEARNED YOU WAS A BABY

PFFFFT

THE ICE CREAM COMMENT

....

i dont know

if i can handle

the tail action

SIR I HAVE READ THINGS, THINGS IM NOT PROUD OF

BUT THAT HAS NERVES, SIMON MY MAN I NEED TO NOW ARE YOU OKAY, HAS YOUR HEARTBEAT QUICKEND, YOUR TEMPETURE ROSE, SURE I NEED TO KNOW

OMG

HIS CHEEKS ARE FLUSHED

HE IS FEELING IT

AHHHHH

AHHHHHHH

SIR

BAZ

DARLING

I CANT

THE ......

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OKAY LISTEN AM I THE ONLY ONE FREAKING OUT ABOUT THE TAIL

oh thank you so much simon

SIR WAIT NO, I CANT HANDLE THE TAIL ACTION

OMG

WAIT

STOP

LISTEN

GUYS

THIS IS NOT THE SEXUAL ACTION I WAS EXPECTING

I CAN BARELY KEEP HOLD OF THE CONVERSATION OKAY

oh you poor baby Simon

WHAT TF DOES UNGULATING ME

*googles*

apparently its undulating I THINK, SOUNDS LIKE UN-G-ULATING TO ME

oh right i have been listening to the audiobook this whole time

ANYWAY IT MEANS TO MOVE IN WAVES

LIKE A SNAKE

IDK BUT ITS DOING IT IN HIS HAND OKAY

SERIOSULY AM I THE ONLY ONE BEING AFFECTED BY THIS

OKAY GREAT WE GET IT THIS IS YOUR KINK GOT IT

IS THIS YOU TWO DISCOVERING YOUR S AND M KINKS

“i can touch you less gently but i wont love you less kindly” AND THERE IS A ICONIC QUOTE

*sobbing*

*MORE SOBBING* STOP WITH THE TAIL

OH SWEET JESUS

*is dying*

THIS CHAPTER IS KILLING ME

“Fine you fucker, you can have me.”

*me in the distance* I CANT HANDLE THIS ANYMORE

*slowly goes back to computer and quickly presses play*

“you’ll be the death of me”

I GET IT YOUR EACH OTHERS SUN’S AND YOUR CRASHING INTO EACH OTHER AND IT WILL END IN FLAMES.

omg this chapter

it did me worse than the other very intimate one of them

sweet jesus and cranberry, im starting to wonder if im going to survive this book.

#any way the wind blows #Carry On series

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