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[hanasnx]

Your anakin sweet/degradation post got me all kinds of fucked up 🥵🥵🥵

How would he react to finding out his sweet shy angel is into all that nasty, messy, rough and raw lovin. How could his little cute love bug want degradation, praise, humiliation and all out filth! and he can get away with saying the nastiest shit to them and it gets them all hot and bothered.

he discovers how much he loves dirty talk and how gross he rly is by being with you. i think it’s a mutual thing. and it gets worse and worse, pushing the boundary a little further each time. the two of you realize you’re freaks together <3

he would honestly find out how much of a fucking riot he becomes when he’s allowed to do whatever he wants and say whatever comes to mind. you’d be getting pure, unadulterated anakin for the first time ever. no one gets this side of him. you’d feel so special. and so turned on.

[inlovewithhisblueeyes]

🍃🌺🌙 If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get it back even better🌙🌺🍃

Thank you bb! I love you!

[foodieforthoughts]

send this to the 12 nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome💜💜

Thank you so much babe 🥺💗 and yes, right back at you ❤️

[falcqns]

Hello 🥰 i was unsure if your requests were open or not?🤔 If they aren't im sorry and please ingnor this.😅

But could you do one where henry and his little are in lockdown and because she was being so good and safe he decided to surprize her with her dream pet african pygmy hedghog (because they are the cutest and angriest little chubs on the planet and oneday im going to get one🤩🤩) and they set up the little cage in her nursery/play room so she can look after him and it gives her more responsibility?

I hope that made as much sense as it did in my head?😅

Apart from that i hope you have a nice day!

𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Henry Cavill x little!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your daddy gets you your first pet.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: CG/L, fluff!

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: ahhh im so sorry this took me so long to write!! i had it written multiple times and it got deleted so i apologize for the long wait, but here it is!

to who ever reads this: don't bother asking for a part two, you won't get it. i am the owner of this fic, and this blog, and I, and only I, will decided what fic gets a part two and when. respect me and my wishes or get off my blog. thanks!

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

you tilted your head to the side, watching as your daddy assembled the new cage for your African Pygmy Hedgehog that Henry had gotten you as a gift.

"here, bubba." Henry said, looking over at you, and handing over the small wooden log shelter. "why don't you decorate it? it's your pet, after all." he said, and you nodded, taking the shelter from his hands, and placing it in the cage, just as there was a knock on the door.

"you keep decorating." Henry said, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, and leaving you in the room. you hummed as you placed the food bowl and other items that your Pygmy Hedgehog would need in the enclosure.

you could hear Kal scratching at the door, wanting to be let in. "can' come in, Kal." you called. "Dada said no." you heard him whimper just as the door opened again, and Henry walked in with a cardboard box with holes in his hands.

"look who came!" Henry said. "they just got him back from the vet this morning, and decided to bring him over early." he said, kneeling on the floor in front of you. you swivelled around, and faced Henry. he pushed the box towards you, and you opened the flaps, smiling and bouncing when you saw your new friend lift his heads, and look around.

you giggled, and scooped him up, and held him close to your chest, as Henry removed the box.

"okay, sweet girl." he said, his hand resting on your lower back. "why don't we see how much he likes his new home?" he said, and you nodded, slowly placing him in the enclosure. he sniffed, and then began to explore his surroundings as you and Henry watched.

"what are you going to name him?" Henry asked, kissing your cheek.

"Arnold." you said without a thought.

"Arnold?" Henry asked. "why Arnold?"

"because Ginny has a Pygmy Puff named Arnold and he's and African Pygmy Hedgehog, Dada." you explained, and Henry laughed.

"of course you'd name him after a Harry Potter character."

[sillyrabbit81]

A Mercy

Summary: Geralt finds you in the woods, much to his displeasure.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 650 words

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, angst and anger, mention of death.

Authors note:

Thanks to @oh-for-fic-sake-recblog for sending in this prompt. Its probably not what you were expecting... I'm sorry!

Thanks to @amberangel112 for letting me kill her Thanks also to @henryobsessed for beta reading.

Edited by me (ok thats a lie, I barely read over it) there will be errors.

Dividers made by me.

Masterlist

"It was a good idea at the time," you explain, holding the white haired Witchers cloak tight around your body.

He grunts and gives you a hard stare, his bright yellow eyes are almost frightening in the darkness of the night.

“You could have been killed,” he says somberly. His eyes soften briefly before he turns away, looking into the firelight.

And why would you care? You want to ask, but you clench your chattering jaw to hold the words in as tears cloud your vision.

The slightly damp wood pops loudly and you jump with a gasp. Your eyes meet his again and your gaze diverts to the sword he leaned against the tree at his back. The silver sword, the one for monsters.

“Oh Sweetling, you weren’t—”

“He’s my brother,” you rage, “I couldn’t—”

“Your brother was not killed tonight,” he says sharply, “What was here, was not your brother.”

You know he’s right, in your heart of hearts you know it, but…

“I had to be sure,” you say stubbornly. “You didn’t give me a chance to… You murdered him before I could—”

“What I did tonight was a mercy, one that—”

You slap him, hard as you can across his face. You clutch your hand to your breast, pain shooting straight up your wrist and you wonder if you broke it. Geralt’s upper lip curls into a dangerous sneer and he snarls. The look should have stopped you, but it doesn’t.

“How could you say that?” you hiss, “He was your friend, he helped you on numerous occasions, vouched for you when—”

“You think I don’t know that?” Geralt growls through gritted teeth, “You think I don’t know what I’ve done tonight? What I needed to do…”

The waver in his voice as he trails off makes you pause and you see the way he swallows, as if holding back tears. He couldn’t be…

“Witcher?” you whisper, your voice hoarse with your own sorrow. You lick your lips and try again, “Geralt.”

He turns to face you, the anguish in his eyes is almost too much to bear. Then he murmurs your name, turning it into a supplication, a soft desperate plea.

“I…” you begin, but can’t finish.

You see in his eyes what he wants, what he needs. You have no doubt your own features are reflecting the same craving.

His hand holds the back of your head as he leans into you and guides you to the forest floor. He takes his coat from your trembling fingers and spreads it over the ground.

“Geralt…” you whimper as he bunches your skirts above your knees.

His face hovers above yours, his hand covers your cheek, his thumb traces the curve of your chin to your throat. 

“Tell me to stop, Sweetling,” he murmurs into the skin of your neck, his lips a feather brush against your tingling skin. “Tell me you don’t need this too.”

You don’t stop him, you can’t, your desire is as strong as his. Your legs widen as his fingers reach your core and you reach for his pants, tearing at the silver buttons. He groans as your fingers skim over the taut, silky skin over his achingly rigid cock, feeling him throb beneath your touch.

His teeth graze your jaw as he finds your centre, his touch is delicate as his hand skims over your warm sleek skin. Your breath hitches, your lungs burn, your blood is like fire as you guide him to your heat.

With an urgent grunt, he pierces your core and your nails dig into his shoulders as your wild cry is swallowed by his kiss.

[angryschnauzer]

A big thank you to @a-little-counter-esperanto and @oh-for-fic-sake-recblog for the asks. Here’s the top five fics i’ve written that i’m most proud of:

No I In Team (Henry Cavill) Captain Syverson x Reader This was the first Henry Cavill fandom story i wrote, and i remember struggling to make the character right and worrying the oneshot would be too long. In the end it turned out just as i wanted.

The Watcher (Henry Cavill) Vampire Sherlock Holmes x Reader (Future parts include Geralt too) My first love; mythical creatures. An ongoing series (this is the first part), i wanted to create new lore for the Vampire/Werewolf genre.

Blackwater Lake (Henry Cavill) Multiple Henry Characters x Multiple Readers Another ongoing series, with multiple characters each portrayed as a mythical/human, including vampires, werewolfs, wood nymphs/fae, shapeshifters. Future parts with empath/mind readers, demon’s, mermen/mermaids planned. Currently featuring Syverson (Werewolf), Walter Marshall (Vampire), August Walker (girlfriend is fairy), and Geralt (Shapeshifter), but have plans for Sherlock, Napoleon, Evan Marshall, Mikey and possibly more. Overnight (Chris Evans) Mechanic Chris Evans x Reader Dark-ish smut fest where readers car breaks down and she finds help in the form of a mechanic that just happens upon her on the abandoned stretch of road. Mood taken from those kind of ‘stuck in the woods’ fics where you can never escape even though you’re not physically locked away.

Milliners Heights (Sebastian Stan)

Mad Hatter/Jefferson (Once Upon A Time) x First Person Reader I absolutely love the sleepy/lucidity of this story. I remember writing it and taking a long time to finish all 4 parts before i posted it, and there are parts of it that still give me chills to this day.

Tagging @keanureevesisbae @daydreaming-in-letters @samaraj​ @blackmissfrizzle​ @cruelfvkingsummer​ should you wish to take part :-) xxx

[sillyrabbit81]

WTF??? How did I miss this?

BUTT STUFF WITH SY?????

My brain has already told me how the rest of this story goes and my god, I'm done for!

@oh-for-fic-sake-recblog thanks for starting this off I sincerely appreciate it ❤️

Sy catching his girl trying out thongs for the first time would be epic. Like he would offer to do the laundry and youd be sooo greatful not thinking anything of it... until you realise slowly over the next week or so your grandma panties dont seem to be making it back in your drawers... yet there are some unfamiliar thongs you don't remember buying?

When you ask sy he just grins knowingly but act oblivious...

"I dont know bug? Maybe the washers eating them like it does socks... but its fine you got those stringy ones right? Their cute~"

"Strigy-PH MY GOD SY?! HAVE YOU BEEN REPLACING MY PANTIES WITH THONGS?!"

"No... of course not babe, id never do that"

"Bullshit! You have a thing for my ass"

"Well can you nblame me? Come'ere sweet cheeks let big old sy see that little peach~ 😉😉😘😘"

Oh yus!!!!! Yus!!

And gosh you hate wearing those, that string is so uncomfortable but whenever you bend over to pick up the laundry, Sy is creeping behind you, pressing his hard-on against your juicy ass and squeezing your cheek.

“Wanna do some butt stuff this afternoon?”

[hanasnx]

Hello! Okay so im dipping my toe happily drowningin a pool of vader/anakin atm and found your blog. Holy shit your writing is amazing the prefect filthy delicious fics that i have been hunting for in this vader haze. i had a little headcannon that i think you might like?

Vader walking into the bridge of his ship to find the ships engineer loosing her shit and scolding the captain for ignoring her advice and ending up damaging the ships transmission/engine or something. Her frustrated yelling is so loud she doesnt hear vader creep up behinde her. When she finally notices its too late. He instructs her to follow him and she thinks shes done for. But quickly finds out instead of angering the sith lord, she'd turned him on 😏😏

firstly tysm! it always makes me so happy to hear i’m doing something right! (and it makes me so happy u wanted to share ur HC with me :DDD )

the way you’d be completely in the right. you’d explained this one million times in precise detail, and that idiot ignored you. it wasn’t like you explained it to be excruciating, the part that was damaged is very expensive and very complicated to repair/replace. you’d risk having to scrap the entire ship if the replacement goes wrong! not to mention, i’d imagine the captain would pull some mansplain-y shit to you bcos hes a pilot, while you’re the literal head ship engineer. you’d throw your clipboard at him and tell him to hit the fucking showers before you pull the ship’s replacement costs out of his paycheck.

you turn around and vader’s right there, looming. it startles you, and you straighten because youre in public and hes your commanding officer. arms at your sides.

“is there an issue?”

“no, my lord, it’s taken care of.” you reply, devoid of hesitance but dripping with anxiety.

“come with me.” obediently, you follow, trailing behind him. he doesn’t look over his shoulder when he addresses you again. “relay the events to me, officer.”

quizzically, you glance at the back of his helmet, before understanding. “nothing to relay, sir. standard procedure gone wrong.”

“your reaction says otherwise. i don’t appreciate being lied to,”

“inappropriate use of equipment resulted in damages. and inappropriate use of language resulted in the pilot’s dismissal.”

“pilot’s operating number?”

“24141.”

he says nothing in response, and when he reaches his captain’s quarters, the doors slide open. he steps aside, and lets you enter first. “we shall continue this conversation in private. i’d like to discuss your opinion on the removal of 24141.”

“that won’t be necessary, my lord, i’ve—“

“i’ll not have a lowly pilot addressing his commanding officer in such informal speech. i can sense your distress.”

you don’t even get to respond because when the doors close he spins you around, pressing your back to a surface. large hands wandering until one lands in between your legs, your chin pinched between his fingers to make you look at him.

“allow me to ease your worries,”

DKLFJLDK like he’d LOVE the fact you were so loud about the blatant disrespect, and how you sent the pilot off, and he’d heard it all. lowkey wishing it was he that was getting scolded. he loves it when you hit him playfully or speak to him in that warning tone (occasionally likes it when you yell at him) KJDKJ while his fingers are inside of you, he’s telling you to talk to him. and he fucking loves it when you tell him hes doing a shit job. that competitive nature inside of him bubbling up. growling as he grabs you tighter, fucks you faster. be careful with the phrase “i’ve had better” because he will make sure to blow your back out— like good luck walking.

taking a day to recover because of how fucking hard he fucked you means he’d take your place as head engineer the next day to face the pilot that caused you so much trouble himself.

the pilot walks in, expecting you, and seeing darth vader. he’d fucking implode.

“i imagine you’ve had time to regret your behavior.” he says to the pilot. who’s blubbering, scrambling for words

“of- of course, sir— my lord,”

“i’ll have some officers escort you to the air lock the next time that occurs.”

“what—?”

IM SORRY THIS IDEA HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

[inlovewithhisblueeyes]

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[henryobsessed]

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The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 26

Word Count: 2726

Warnings: There are some this time, Marking, mutual pleasuring, fingering (Female, hand job, P in V, Breeding, Kissing (did I miss anything)

A/N only two more chapters to go, ahhhh thank you @sillyrabbit81 for putting up with my smut grammar, and @amberangel112 for your added support with corrections. It was a rough one. Lovee you all Selah

Chapter 26 – Jessie

Jessie’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and her head hurt from the cacophony of noise. But if anyone asked her if she wanted to leave, she would say no. For the first time in a long time, she felt comfortable within the crowd and rested. Beside her, Joe talked animatedly at Adam who seemed to be enjoying the little man’s flapping arms, every now and then reaching out and touching one. This in turn making Dillon and Tom giggle at Joe’s frustration.

Honey and her mate Peta were in front of her, caught up in each other’s arms. She had enjoyed getting to know them as a couple but she could tell they wouldn’t stay for much longer. They moved slightly and confirmed her thoughts as Honey whispered, “I think we’re going to get out of here. Have fun you two.”

She smiled as she felt Henry’s arms slip around her waist pulling her against his chest. She smiled back at Honey, “’ Till we meet again,” accentuated by a kiss to the cheek as the man holding her from behind prevented her from giving her a hug.

As they left Henry whispered in her ear, “Should we head out to my love?” A tremor skittered through her middle and travelled south as his lips brushed the joint of her neck just below her ear.

“S… s… sure Hen,” she stuttered, hating that she now felt the nervousness build. Together they wished the boy’s goodnight, thankful they were having a sleepover at Adam’s place where his parents could keep an eye on them.

Jessie wasn’t sure what was to come except for one thing, all the nights she had wanted, desperately craved, she would be free to take tonight. Would it be as good as all the stories she had read made it out to be? As her own imagination had created it to be?

She was so caught up in her thoughts, that it only now dawned on her that they were outside and walking away from the house. She pressed closer into Henry as leaves, dirt, and twigs crushed beneath their feet. The moon was so bright that it was almost like sunlight guiding their path. It was quiet and still as they walked some distance until the trees opened, revealing a small oasis. Soft grass seemed to cover every surface; a crop of boulders was shining in the moonlight apart from their tops covered in soft moss. All of this enchanted beauty surrounded a pool that radiated with light like the one they had just had at their ceremony; however, this was less formal, more, intimate.

Henry led her to a small cottage at the end of the enclave. It was really just a single room, a small kitchen, two chairs, a fireplace that was surprisingly already burning, warming the space, and a king-size bed.

Henry turned her to face him his hand reached up and cupped her face. “I have dreamt of this moment for so long Jess, I can feel every hair on my body tingling with excitement. But it’s both our first time and I don’t want to hurry this. So how about we go skinny dipping to start off with? I know the pool is always warm, there is a natural hot spring underneath.”

The idea of being naked with Henry was slightly terrifying, even though she had seen him naked she had never been that vulnerable before him. She smiled a shaky smile before saying, “Only if you go in first and you have to shut your eyes until I’m in.”

His face cracked into a large genuine smile, “But Jess, by the end of our time here I will have seen your body. Why not right now?”

Feeling a little self-conscious, she growled at him, “Hen, I need to take this at my pace, ok? We will get there but, I’m scared.”

His large arms encased her in a hug, his head resting in the crook of her neck. “Jess, it’s ok. We will take all the weightiness off this evening. If something happens, then it happens, if it doesn’t that’s ok too.” He kissed her neck and up to her ear, more shivers began trailing down her spine, making her breathing increase, her body tremble. “I’ll be waiting for you, my love.” With her eyes still closed, she heard his bare footsteps pad away.

Jessie’s heart was racing as she looked about the small room, hoping for something to hide her body. She saw towels laid out in the bed. Perfect she thought as she stripped down. Covering up her nakedness with the large bath sheet, she walked out of the cottage, back under the moon.

Maybe it was the moonlight, or the fact that she was finally his official mate, but the image of Henry’s bare chest glistening wet as he stood in the shallow section of the water, only really covering his bellybutton down, made that all too familiar feeling of wetness dribble down her leg. Her face burned as she felt her body responding, and memories of the last time set in, building anticipation of what was to come.

“Please Hen, shut your eyes?” She heard him groan but then he complied. She couldn’t believe how shy she was feeling, but here goes everything. The towel dropped and she stepped into the water finding a deeper section where only her shoulders peeked out above the water.

“Ok Hen, I’m in,” she called.

Henry turned landing his eyes on her, he smiled making his way over and she accepted him as he pulled her close, his head. Leaning on hers he whispered, “Can I kiss you, my mate?”

Jessie’s lips parted slightly as she answered. “Yes, Hen. Please.” Not sure where that desperation had come from, she decided to take that first step and put her lips to his. His whole body shuddered as her tongue swept across his lips looking to deepen the kiss.

His mouth open and waiting, his hands wrapped around her body resting at the top of the curve of her cheeks. The harder they kissed, the more of their body came together until Jessie could feel her breasts against his chest, her middle connecting with his hips, and the large shaft that up until now she had only dreamed of touching. Her hands rested on his hips, their closeness must have given him pleasure as a moan spilt into her mouth and his hips began pushing into her own. Curiosity began to override her nervousness. If her belly making contact with his shaft caused that sound, what would happen if she wrapped her hand around it?

She stilled his hip movements and pulled out of their kiss, both breathing hard, heads resting against each other. She looked into his eyes, the brilliant blue had changed, was darker and ringed with amber.

“Hen? Are you both here?” She whispered, wondering what that meant.

He smiled, his voice was deeper and rougher than usual. “Yes, my little dove. We are both present. Tonight we coexist as one.” She shivered at his tone and the new word he had for her.

Jessie’s courage was building now, she reached through the water and ran her fingers along with the muscle that was now pulsing and poking her lower in her stomach. She was rewarded with a louder moan.

“Little dove do you like what you feel?”

Jessie felt heat creeping up her neck. Did she like it? The feel of warmth, heavy and pulsing in her hand? Was it fascinating? Yes, knowing what it looked like before, her scientific brain wanted to explore, to test what would make it twitch, grow harder? What could she do that would draw more moans from his mouth? Her female side also trembled wanting to know what it would feel like to have this inside her. The thought terrified her and at the same time caused her body to throb. Just the thought made her involuntarily wrap her hand around it and squeeze.

A louder moan hissed through his lips as she responded, “Yes, Wolfy. I do like how it feels, but I like even more how my touch makes you feel. I love the sound of your moans, so much it makes me want to do more.” She watched his face as she slowly began moving her hand from the base of his cock to the tip. His head flew back, and his hips thrust forward into her hand.

Slowly she began moving against his hips. Friction increasing, his arms moved to her sides as she continued to caress and pump his shaft. She was so caught up in her own fascination that she cried out when his own large hands cupped her mound.

He smiled through his own hard panting. “Did I scare you little dove? Your scent of arousal is reaching me even through the smell of the spring. Am I making you wet for me?”

Her hand stilled its movements, her own body only staying afloat because of the water as his fingers pushed between her folds. Unable to hold back she moved her own hips until his fingers brushed over her pulsing nub. Another cry left her lips, this time one that sounded more like the moans that Wolfy was letting out. Her head fell forward connecting with his, both panting, sharing the same breath as they held each other’s heat. She wanted more, her body now taking control of her fears a feeling of boldness overcoming her.

Connecting her lips to his again, dominating and devouring all the pent-up need, she pushed into his mouth. As she kissed, she massaged his shaft, and his hand rubbed and danced through the water teasing at her entrance. She could feel her wetness, thicker and slicker than the water, allowing his fingers to slide over her skin until one entered her body. Her walls clamped down at the invasion and yet at the same time, sparks shot through her causing her to push down wanting his penetration.

Her need grew as Henry’s finger began moving around and rubbing at her walls. The sensation intensified the growing need that seemed to be building through her middle. She wanted more, needed more, her hands coaxed his cock to her pulsing sex, pushing his hand away and slipping the hot heavy flesh between her legs. His head flung back at the contact, howling into the night. Squeezing her thighs to trap his monster between them, her silky folds moulded around the hard length. Her hands now free they went to his back as she began to thrust along his length, the action rubbing her clit, sending more sparks through her body.

Wanting, needing, desperate to have more of him, their tongues fighting, their hands groping, Jessie felt the final tipping place that she had all those weeks ago, break as he thrust once through her folds. Almost biting his tongue, her body curled, her legs floating up as her arms clung to his body. His larger ones holding her tightly. She could feel his own tension, his body trembling as he seemed to stave off his impending orgasm. Her legs wrapped around his waist now, her head moving to his shoulder as she came down off her high.

His lips kissed up her neck, his deep voice sending more chills down her back as he whispered, “Are you ready for me little dove?”

She clung to him, the water holding her afloat. She was so relaxed now, and yet that ball of tension began to curl at his words. Was she ready? Yes, she wanted him. Her insides were still clenching as if he was there to squeeze. She kissed his neck, finding a spot at the base of his neck that every time she kissed there would make him shiver with pleasure. Moving her way up to his ear, she whispered, “I’m ready Wolfy. I’m ready for you to take me, mark me, claim me as yours.”

Those words had the desired effect and he growled deep in his chest. “Little dove, your words have stoked a fire in me so hot, I’m afraid I will hurt you.” A small amount of fear crept in but at the same time, she knew that Henry loved her, knew that Wolfy loved her, and if they could they would do anything to keep her safe.

She moved one hand between their bodies, taking his ridged heat in her hand and guiding it to her entrance. Leaning back slightly in the water, she slowly pushed herself onto his girth. The stretch burned as she pushed onto his length, his face creased in concentrated effort. Finally, their hips met, she wrapped her arms back around his neck, panting breathing through the burn, she felt it throbbing and knew once he started he would not be able to stop. Their breaths intermingles as she finally responded to his words, “I trust you; I love you. Now move Wolfy.”

Holding tight she felt him move his hips back, withdrawing slightly, then snapping back thrusting inside her, the friction replacing the burn with a deep aching pleasure. His groans became grunts the stronger the thrust the deeper he went. Jessie was feeling that familiar coil building up again, getting closer and closer. His arms held her as she began to bounce against his thrusts, increasing the depth and force of the movement. Pleasure beyond anything she had ever felt was coursing through her body, close, so close, she could feel Henry’s body tensing, holding back his own impending orgasm. That part of his neck called to her, as if in the frenzy of thrusting and throbbing it was saying this is where it finishes. She leaned her head to the side to kiss the spot. Henry also found a similar place on the opposite of her neck. They both sucked with ferocity as he continued to thrust hard into her womanhood.

Finally, she sat on the edge, so close, her whole body thrumming connecting in an amazing body melting into each other. Wolfy pulled back, his blue and amber eyes looked her square in hers. “I love you mate of mine.” He panted before he howled once more, his teeth elongating into pointed fangs then bit down on her neck. Immediate pain was quickly overshadowed by immense pleasure. Jessie felt like every nerve was on fire, tipping her over her edge as her body spasmed. She could feel her walls clenching around him, the hard length swelling larger before unbidden, she bit hard down on his neck. Not piercing the skin, yet it felt like she had he also let loose.

She felt the warmth invading her body, her womb. His body clutched at her as if the water would carry her away. Instead, she felt her body floating above her as if she could see the couple clinging to each other standing deep in the wellspring. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that if they shared this feeling until the day they passed into the Goddesses arms, she would be a happy woman.

“Little dove are you ok?” Henry’s deep voice called to her, as she felt her body come back to earth. His shaft was still snuggly fit inside her. His face held concern. “Please talk to me, Jess. Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

Jessie wanted to laugh, he had given her the best gift in the world and here he was worried he had hurt her. She placed a wet finger against his furrowed brow, massaging the frown. “Relax my love you have given me a wondrous gift. But now I am going to wrinkle up like a prune. Why don’t we get dry and continue this discussion in that warm bed in the cottage? Hmm?”

Henry chuckled at her. “If I didn’t know any better Miss Jessie, I believe you are about to take advantage of me again.”

All she did was laugh, Henry seemed to study her for a moment and realising that it was a genuine laugh decided to join in as well. Their voices a melodious sound echoing around the forest as they moved to continue discovering more of each other’s bodies, but this time in a nice warm bed.

[hanasnx]

Okay but general skywalker visiting your dreams bc he hs a little crush on you, you just think they are normal but vivid dreams. So dont think much of them and become close freinds and oneday he visits only to see your having one of those dreams and he joins in to take care of you.

To you its and embarrassing wet dream. To him its a true romance. He loves you, and you love him.

Suddenly your on his squad, always away on missions with him and even bunking with him when theres 'issues' with your own room. You dont know it yet but he already decided your his now and nothing is going to change that.

omfgggg imagine if you had started dreaming about him in romantic contexts already and it called out to him, he just had to peep to spy on what exactly your mind was cooking up

fast forward to your little wet dream, he felt as though he was helping you out. acting out whatever fantasy you were dreaming out.

and then you’d be on his squad, by his side where he can keep an eye on you and keep visiting your dreams.

you’d probably figure out something was up by his familiarity towards you, blooming into friendship. it’d be a sudden change (because to him, you’d invited him to do so by dreaming of him so often. and letting him do all those filthy things to you) and you still had no idea he was behind them after a certain point.

when he casually references something from your wet dream.. maybe a piece of memorable dialogue,, your suspicions would click into place

[inlovewithhisblueeyes]

Here is some soft sweet henry for you bbe 🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

Kisses!

Hugs

Smiles

And some kal!

I hope these made you smile hun! 😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰

I appreciate you so much right now!! I really needed these my day has been anxiety filled.

[viking-raider]

I'll have to check it out!

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You're being murdered. You look the killer in the eye & your last words are the last text you sent:

Kinda funny

[wendimydarling]

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When He Loved Me

Title: When He Loved Me

Summary: “Through the summer and the fall We had each other, that was all Just he and I together Like it was meant to be”

Pairing: Mikey x OFC

Word Count: 513

Warnings: Angst, heartache, untimely death.

A/N: I made this wedding moodboard for @emyearns on Monday for Valentine’s Day, and she and I started talking about how much we loved that it was an elopement and she suggested that they would tattoo rings instead of him wearing a band cause they were kids, they couldn’t afford it anyway. I tried my damnedest to get her to write it but she refused, she forced me to do it. First time I’ve written anything in close to a month, hope it doesn’t suck too bad.

(Summary is a tweaked stanza from the song “When She Loved Me” from Toy Story 2, sung by Sarah McLaughlin. GIF credit goes to @amancanfly)

“Let’s get married.”

He said it so calmly, I wasn’t certain he was serious. Arguments immediately flooded my mind: we’re too young, people would frown on it, what did I even know about love and marriage. And yet, there was something in his tone that was so certain, so sure, I couldn’t help my reply.

“Okay.”

That very weekend we wed. I wore a simple white dress, five people came with us, and nestled deep within the forest, blanketed in snow, ‘he and I’ became ‘we’, and we were so in love. We had our rings tattooed right there at the wedding because we couldn’t afford real ones, but I preferred the permanence anyway. All was happiness, all easy joy, all was excitement for the future. Together... We.

Our little apartment barely held us, but we didn’t mind. There was so much laughter that happened in that place, so much love. And so, so much sex. Maybe we weren’t together that long, but that boy knew me in ways I didn’t even know myself. He brought forth desires within me, created new longings and emotions that I’d never experienced in my short existence. Lost in our tiny world, we were lost in each other, unaware of the looming presence of darkness. No, there was no light at the end of our heart-shaped tunnel. We barely had the chance to be whole before suddenly I was learning how to be broken.

Some wounds never heal. He’s there in the moments that he’s not, a haunting presence of the life that never got to fly. When I remove my wedding band before bed because pregnancy has caused night time swelling, he remains behind in the slim line of ink that circles my finger. The ghost of his touch is on my skin at every party, lurring me to secluded corners and reminding me of stolen moments. Every now and then I’ll see him in a stranger’s eyes, bright summer sky flashing through the depths of my soul until I can’t breathe.

My daughter looks like him. She was born five years after he left me, and yet I can’t help but see him. His curls, his smile. She’s funny like him, but maybe he was funny like him because I’m funny like me and he was funny like me. Maybe I see him in her because a part of him was a mirror of me. She looks like her father; maybe I have a type. The line is so blurry.

How can one forget what never got to be? How could I possibly get over a life that I wasn’t allowed to have? I was a different person with him, but I buried her in his casket. She died when he did, the memory of her happiness six feet under for the rest of my time. I am no longer that girl, the starry-eyed girl who said yes to the handsome young boy without a penny to his name.

Because he is gone, therefore so is she.

But life goes on.

And so do we.

[ranveer--singh]

rules: you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. who/what is it?

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[viking-raider]

🥺 soft, for the emoji wip?

All right soft! from my current Geralt WIP!

--With a throaty chuckle and an amused smirk, Geralt carefully turned, as not to push the wee creature off balance and onto their padded bottom, and reached down to them with his big, calloused hands, grabbing them under the arms and scooped them up high into his own, tossing them above his white head, causing them to shriek, with joy, and clap their bitty hands as Geralt caught them on their descent back downwards to him; pressing them to his broad and warm chest.--